#that fucking second picture takes me out. he’s so elegant omg
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Bestie, ateez ain't making it easy for me to live especially seonghwa. 😮💨 BCZ THOSE LONG HAIR AND THOSE POOL PICTURES AGHHHHHHHH GOD! Anyways, about my life 😃, so, i am taking like a drop year...i obviously had to as you know my whole situation BUT I'll be doing some certificate courses and you know learning something skill based while i...do a job, yes you heard tht right😞 I GOTTA MAKE SOME MONEYYY and honestly I've cancelled out going abroad for a few years at least, I'll solely would be focusing on living here and...yeah. I'm not completely giving up, but, focusing on some other things. Mhm. The only prblm is tht my mum thinks I'm, wasting a year and considering how much of an overthinker she is, she's worrying about what others would say and Quite honestly I don't give a shit...the universe wanted me to do this...like this is my life and it's going on how it was planned so I don't see why I should be bothered by a few relatives 🙄
And other than that I HV BEEN OBSESSED WITH CHALEYA 😭 like I sing tht song every 3 seconds fr i can't. And I've been getting obsessed with oneus, their new single baila conmigo 😮💨 oh my lord. Another controversial thing...i didn't like jungkook's new single 3D ..... like...what was even the point?? Bro- and i hv no idea who jack Harlow is..I've seen people obsessing over him BUT THT RAP 😭 NAUR THT DIDN'T DO IT FOR ME. and honestly, it's so weird how jungkook's basically singing abt doing the deed every damn time, like ok boi I get it, and I liked seven obviously BUT I HOPE HIS ALBUM DOESN'T HV EVERY SONG IN IT LIKE THIS!
Ok what're your opinions about this whole lisa situation tho? Her performance at tht one r-rated dance thingy? Honestly, ok hear me out, idfc what lisa or Jennie anyone does in general, it was her choice she did it...and people keep hating on her bcz tht what people do...what I want to say, is what if it was a bg member...like what if it was jk or taehyung doing something like this? I bet all these girls would go crazy and be obsessed over it or something like, "omg they're breaking the kpop standard" i genuinely despise this double standard thing.
Ok rmr i told you my cousin was getting married HER WEDDING IS SET IN JANUARY 😭 AND I'M THINKING ABT MY DRESSES AND ALL. And I've been a little crazy abt traditional and ethnic clothes rlly, like yesterday me and my mum were acting like besties on a girl's night fr, we took out so many clothes and tried em in, she made me wear a saree 😭 AND IT LOOKED SO GOOD LOKE SAREE TRULY GIVES AN ELEGANT AND RICH LOOK, i felt like those 1920s rich mistresses. I mostly wear Western clothing, like only ever rarely, you'll find me wearing a suit or something similar but as I'm growing up my feminine energy keeps on blossoming so i def wanna wear a suit.
Can you imagine it will be my first ever suit...my younger cousins hv worn those things so many times and I'm making my new one, progress ig.
But yeah and no my mackenyu obsession is not dying down 😃. OH ALSO ITS HOODIE SEASON FINALLY THE ONLY THING I LOKE ABT WINTERS! And forget about the present seonghwa...THE BABY SEONGHWA 😭😭 HES SO CUTE LOOL AT THOSE CHEEKS I WANNA NOM NOM 😭
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CwWTt1dgpk0/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
SOMEONE SAID IT WORKS BCZ HES 11 YRS OLDER THN ME?!?! GURL 11 YRS 😭😭?!?! HOW OLD R U???
HELLLOOO!!
the long hair and the pools pics omg no bc those has me screaming at night hfkwjdlw
oooo like a gap year??? but on certificates omg ok what certificates r u doing 👁👁 marketing, sales certifications r >>> I GET IT 😭😭 need to make money in this economy can’t even breathe without having to pay
omg not the what will others say, the brown parents and the “log kya kahenge” will NEVER leave their minds god damnit,,, tell ur mom gap years r a good decision 😭😭😭 !!!!! travel, live a little and idk start a small business or a job! no ur right, if it turned out this way it means it’s meant to be done this way <3 FUCK YOUR RELATIVES RESPECTFULLY i can’t believe it’s still the same mindset in every brown parent’s mind 😭😭
STOPPPP I HWVE BEEN TOO I WAS JUST HUMMING TO IT AND DOING THE DANCE STEP (have not watched jawan yet!) SUCH A CATCHY SONG???? SRK DOING IT AGAIN,,, omg oneus ive not heard abt them in a WHILE
ooooo ive only heard the part that replays on ig = the chorus so in that sense i grew to like it ive been doing the dance to it that “u know how i like it girrrrlll” part kdvwmcjclikc I DIDNT LISTEN TO JACKS PWRT IM AFRAID ITLL RUIN IT FOR ME FBWKDJKW LMFAOOOO honestly i don’t mind,, i do hope his album has lil different genres, pop, dance, r&b, reggaeton etc excited for it actually!!
hmm so i get the whole “ur a kpop idol pls maintain a image” but honestly it’s not that bad??? it’s a creative choice and it’s a form of dance that’s on the more provocative side?? but u know what i do dislike, those toilets they have in the men’s washroom at crazy house that are a WOMENS MOUTH STRUCTURE. if it’s seen as an empowering thing, i completely disagree with it
but again, idk the issue but i also get why knetizens r talking abt it bc asia is quite conservative to these things so they find it weird and all and prefer to keep it under wraps UNLIKE THEIR MEN THAT GO SEE IT SO FJWKDJKW ur right,, if any other man did it (they literally do it w the stage outfits some of them wear) they’d get 100k likes and praises but when it’s blackpink and blackpink esp it’s suddenly a big controversy
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA STOP THIS IS SO EXCITING I LOVE TALKING ABT TRADITIONALS FJWKDJKWHSKS stop the 10/10 mom daughter bonding moment omg i do this w my mom like thrice a week and get to wear her wedding clothes and jewelry!! STOP NOT HER BRINGING THE SAREES OUT AAAAAAAAAAAAA A 90’S MISTRESS??? 😩 UR MAKEUP BETTER BE THE UNAPPROACHABLE ONE W THOSE JHUMKASS STOP IT
omg ur turning into a women, i used to be like that too (partially bc we never have events for me to wear them at) but it’s so comforting and feminine-y to pick out fabrics and jewelries and matching outfits for weddings 😭😭😭 ur turning into a women omg <33333 but omf lmk i will rec u stores to buy clothes from and ur gonna gate keep them 🔫
STOP THOSE CHEEKS STOP IT IM GONNA BITE
link no.
11 YEARS?? ELEVEN YEARS???? WHAT THE FUCK????? ANON UR A CHILD WHY R U HERE …. he’s 4 years older than me 😭😭
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The Right Swipe - Chapter Four
A Court of Thorns and Roses Modern AU Fanfic
All character’s belong to the wonderful Sarah J Maas.
Tag List: @superspiritfestival @duskandstarlight @perseusannabeth @courtofjurdan @omg-aelin @keshavomit @rainbowcheetah512
“What about this one?”
“No, it still doesn’t look right.”
“How are you both bigger and smaller than me at the same time?”
“All my suits are tailored to me, they’re not the cheap off the rack stuff you buy.”
“You say that like I own more than one suit.”
“Don’t you?”
“Nope. One suit. I wear it weddings and funeral, that’s it.”
“Then why do you need to wear one tonight?”
“Because, Rhys said this place is fancy, as in dress code fancy. They have some stupid rule about wearing jackets.” Cass sighed. He thought it would be easy to borrow something of Az’s to wear tonight for his date with Nesta, they were roughly the same size. Turned out Az was both leaner and slightly taller than he, and when the former got his clothes tailored, they looked stupid on the latter. There was no point asking Rhys, if Az’s jackets didn’t fit Cassian, Rhys’s definitely wouldn’t.
Az cocked his head to one side surveying Cassian. “Why are you bringing her to this place anyway?”
“Because it’s fancy and she’s the kind of girl who you have to bring fancy places.”
“Perhaps, but you’re not fancy—.”
“Thanks?”
“No, hear me out. You have been talking to this girl and you like her, correct?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re getting dinner so you can get to know each other better, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“But this guy,” Azriel gestured to Cassian standing in front of him in an ill-fitting suit, “Is not who you are. You don’t go to fancy restaurants that have dress codes and names of food you can’t pronounce or alcohol you can’t afford. And this girl…Nesta?”
“Nesta.”
“She has been getting to know you over the last week and a half too. She must like you if she’s agreed to go on a date. Do you not think she’s going to realise pretty quickly that a fancy restaurant is not your scene at all.”
Cassian sat down on the end of Azriel’s bed and put his head in his hands. He did not need this right now. He was nervous enough about his date with Nesta he didn’t need his best friend to undermine his plans for the evening with logic.
“I don’t stand a chance with her if I don’t take her somewhere nice. I know she’s been on dates with other guys, I’m sure they’ve brought her to the best places in Velaris. I need to go all out if I want to impress her.”
“Who cares where other guys take her, she’s single and going on a dat with you, so it clearly hasn’t worked out with them.”
“All the more reason to go all out.”
“Be real Cass, you don’t stand a chance with her at all if she thinks that you really are whoever you’re pretending to be tonight. Sooner or later it’s all going to come tumbling down.”
When he looked back on it later Cassian would realise that not only were Azriel’s words true, but they weren’t really intended for Cassian. They were words that he wanted to say to someone else. Someone who had lead him to believe that they were one thing, a thing that Azriel fell in love with, and when that person revealed their truth, his whole world crumbled.
But in the moment, confronted with his own insecurities, Cass didn’t react the way he wished later he had.
“That’s the thing though Az, girls don’t like the real me.”
“Girls like you—.”
“No Az, they don’t! Girls like you, they always have. Mysterious Azriel, he’s so handsome, he’s so smart, he’s so talented,” Cassian was aware that his tone had turned mocking but it was too late for him to roll back on it, “they liked you before you had fame and money, they sure as hell like you more now. If you weren’t so terrified of having your heart broken again then maybe you would see it too.”
He knew he had said the wrong thing the second the words were out of his mouth. Regret flooded Cassian as Az recoiled from him as if he had been dealt a physical blow.
He stood from the foot of his bed where they both sat and headed for the door.
“No, Az, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that…I just—.”
“Good luck on your date tonight Cass,” Azriel said cutting him off. “I hope for your sake you don’t fuck it up.”
Azriel’s words, his wounded expression, bounced around in Cassian’s head an hour later as he stood outside the entrance to the House of Wind.
Okay, that was a lie. He couldn’t standing still. He was pacing up and down the sidewalk, no doubt wearing away the soles of Azriel’s shoe’s he had stuffed his feet into. They were the only thing he wore that fit.
Cassian didn’t think he’d ever been as nervous in his entire life. Then again, he had never been on a proper date before.
He’d had drinks before. When they were in school, he would hound Az into asking one of the girls who hung around the hockey team out for milkshakes, and convince her to bring a friend for Cassian. It always ended the same though, he would gaze longingly at the girl, trying to strike up conversation, while she would have eyes for no-one but Azriel. It was pathetic, and Cassian remembered being awkward, but never nervous. Maybe because Azriel’s presence meant there was no real chance of anything happening. No risk of being rejected by someone he really wanted.
Later he would sometimes ask Emerie for a drink as a prelude to their evening. He liked the company.
But he had never been on a ‘try to find out if we’re compatible enough to spend the rest of our lives together over the course of a dinner’ date before.
And he was terrified.
He desperately wanted to run his hands through his hair, a nervous habit of his. He had tried a couple of times too. Only then to remember that he had gelled his wild mane in place in order to look presentable for tonight.
The doormen eyed him as he paced back and forth, like they knew he didn’t belong there. If there was one thing that Cassian learnt living in the mountains however, was that you should never show weakness. Not to the wild creatures that lived in the forrest, not in the face of the potentially deadly weather, and certainly not in front of the battled hardened locals.
So, he met those stares right back with a menacing one of his own.
His fingers found the soft petals of the rose he held. He had bought it for Nesta from one of those carts that rolled around the city, catching men unawares as they strolled with their ladies. He knew it was an over priced and cheesy but it had felt right.
He might not be the kind of guy who wears suits and eats in fancy places often, but he knew that if he had a girl he would absolutely dote on her. And so a single rose seemed like a good place to start.
It was on what felt like his millionth time passing the restaurant that he saw her. Crossing the road towards him, she emerged from the bustle of pedestrians like Aphrodite from her shell.
Cassian’s world seemed to slow. The nerves that flooded his body became still. The only thing that he was aware of was his breathing and her.
Nesta. Nesta. Nesta.
Something deep inside of him was called to the surface at the sight of her.
She was every bit as stunning if not more than she was in her pictures, brought to life by movement.
Dressed in a simple, yet elegant grey dress, her hair was coiled on top of her head. It was then that he remembered her bio, how apt it was, a queen that he would have to earn.
“Cassian?” She asked, her expression quizzical as she neared him.
“Hi—,” Cassian squeaked. Squeaked! He hadn’t heard his voice that high since his balls had dropped. Loudly clearing this throat, he tried again. “How are you?”
Better.
“Good thanks. How are you?” She came to a stop, looking up at him with deep stormy eyes that cut right to his core.
His head emptied as he gazed down at her. She was so much smaller than him, her head reached the middle of his chest. Her body was soft and curvy; deliciously feminine, but her face…the pictures didn’t do her beauty justice. The depth of her eyes, which she had lined with kohl for dramatic effect. Her high cheek bones. And Cassian didn’t allow his gaze to drop to her lips, which she had painted a deep red. It was sinful.
He was still motionless, gaping like a fish, when she moved. Stepping closer to him and rising up onto her tiptoes, she placed a hand gently on his shoulder to steady herself. A jolt of electricity shot through Cassian, his senses suddenly shocked back into action.
He leaned down to meet her. He went to his left as Nesta went to her right. Instead of bussing cheeks, he ended up colliding with her mouth.
His lips met hers.
It was only a gentle brush.
And only for a second.
But it was fireworks.
Like a star exploded somewhere inside of him.
Cassian’s fists clenched as he tried to restrain himself from grabbing Nesta and pulling her onto him right in the middle of the busy street.
A small laugh came from Nesta as she stepped back. Her cheeks were stained faintly pink.
It only added to her beauty.
Cassian felt his own cheeks heat, and knew that in comparison he resembled a tomato.
He looked down, away from her for a moment, and cringed. The rose was a crumpled mess in his thick palm. He flushed further. He wished he could hide it, or dump it in a bin somewhere, but Nesta had already seen.
“Eh…this is for you,” he thrust the rose awkwardly at her.
Nesta accepted the rose with a wry smile, “You shouldn’t have.”
“I really shouldn’t have,” Cassian sighed, “I’ve already ruined this date and it hasn’t even started properly.”
Nesta didn’t seem to hear. She looked down at the rose, rubbing one of the crushed petals between her finger tips.
Cassian just watched her for a moment, unsure what to say. Maybe he should call the whole thing off now, to save whatever dignity he had left.
But when Nesta looked back up at him, something in her face had changed. “So, shall we go in?”
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Nesta had to suppress a laugh. The date was going badly. Terribly even. It was categorically, beyond a shadow of a doubt the worst date that she had ever been on.
Cassian was not what Nesta had expected at all. The person sitting across the table from her was not the sexy mountain man from his pictures, whom she had been messaging for the last week and a half.
Another lesson in online dating, she supposed, you really need to meet a person in order to get to know them.
But that was just it. Nesta didn’t think she was getting to know Cassian at all.
Instead, she was on a date with the person Cassian thought she wanted him to be.
She should have guessed when he had first suggested that they get dinner at the House of Wind that it was somewhere he thought she expected to be brought, rather than somewhere he would ever actually go.
Nesta had been to the House of Wind on many occasions, most recently a few days previously when she had met another Swipe date, Eris, here for drinks. A fact that Nesta thought was best not to mention to Cassian.
The House of Wind might be fancy, but it was cliché. The kind of place men brought women to lubricate them - socially, with alcohol - before they brought them home to their bed.
Sure, that was what Eris had done, wasn’t it?
On the many previous occasions that Nesta had been at the House of Wind she had never seen a guy like Cassian there.
The type of guy who, in an attempt to look presentable, used so much gel in his wild hair that it more closely resembled a helmet. Who cobbled together a suit, that clearly neither matched nor belonged to him, in order to meet the dress code.
The type of guy who brought his date a crumpled rose to impress her.
The gesture was so tender that something hard inside Nesta’s chest had cracked at the sight of it.
Thomas had only bought flowers to appease Nesta after an argument. ‘Now let us forget about all that’ he would say to her. Flowers were a sign that he was done arguing and wanted to sweep the matter under the rug, resolved or not.
Nesta glanced at the rose that was lying on the table beside her. She knew, regardless of how this date ended, she was going to bring it home and put it in water. And then, when it eventually died, she was going to press it gently between the pages of a book and keep it forever.
A memory of this night.
That she was deserving of someone who cared about her.
Cassian cared. He cared about impressing her, about making sure she had a good night. He cared so much about what Nesta thought of him that it was stifling any attempt of getting to know him.
And he was nervous.
That much was apparent when he clumsily bungled their greeting.
He still had lipstick on his face from when he’d accidentally kissed her. It had only been the faintest of brushes of their lips, but Nesta’s heart had leapt.
Something had ignited inside of her like a burning fire.
More than it had when Devlin had taken her to his bed the night before. Even with his head between her legs she hadn’t felt that much of thrill.
So Nesta didn’t tell Cassian about the lipstick.
“Everything okay?” She asked, as Cassian looked up from the bill that had been handed to him.
“Eh…yeah. It’s just…” he blanched.
“Yes?”
Whatever he was going to say he decided better of it. “Nothing,” Cassian shook his head, “I just need to make a quick call. I’ll be right back.”
Cassian hurried away from the table, towards the door. Once he was out of view, Nesta leaned across the table and picked up the bill.
Ah.
She figured she hadn’t known he was ordering $100 glasses of whiskey. She probably should have said something, but she didn’t want to emasculate him. Other men she dated would not have reacted well to that.
Beckoning for the waiter, she pulled her credit card from her purse.
The date was truly awful, and yet Nesta found herself utterly endeared.
———--
Across town, squeezed into a tiny little sushi restaurant, Elain laughed. Harder than she had laughed in a very long time.
Maybe it was the foreign feeling of food warming her belly, or the Sake that she had been sipping, but Elain was pretty sure it was the company itself.
“That’s not true!” She giggled at Lucien’s latest punchline.
“I swear it on my life,” he said, his eyes going wide, sincere.
“I still don’t believe you.”
“Scouts honour!”
“I bet you weren’t even in the Scouts.”
Lucien laughed, raising his hands in the air, caught. “Okay, I was not in the Scouts…But that doesn’t make it any less true.”
Elain giggled again. Lucien was not only more handsome in person, but his easy and charming nature had put Elain at ease from the beginning.
“Elain.” Lucien said, his laughter dying.
“Yeah?”
“I think this place is closing.”
“What? Oh!” Elain looked behind her to find the restaurant empty and the staff beginning to clean up. Tucked into a little nook, Elain felt like her and Lucien could have been in a world of their own.
Elain glanced at her phone. There was a text from Feyre in their sister group chat, wishing her and Nesta good luck on her respective dates, but it was the time that had Elain jumping up.
“Oh figglesticks, the time! I must hurry if I want to make the last train.”
Lucien gave her an amused look. “Figglesticks?”
Elain felt herself blush, “Sorry, I’m just used to being with children all day. It’s bad to swear.”
“I think it’s very sweet,” he said with a soft smile, “Let me just pay and I’ll walk you to the train.”
Elain made a move to pull her purse from her bag but Lucien stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm, a shiver went through her. “This is on me,” he said.
“You’re very kind,” she said, blushing again.
It had been a long time since a man had done anything like that for her. In an instant the warm mood of the evening evaporated, fear overtaking her. What if Lucien was only paying because he wanted something from her in return? Was she safe walking with him to the train stations? What if he dragged her down an alleyway and had his way with her? Leaving her cold and crying with no way to get home.
Elain closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. This were the kind of intrusive, anxious thoughts that she had been working to overcome with her therapist.
There was nothing in Lucien’s behaviour tonight to suggest that he was anything other than a nice guy.
“Ready?” He asked, returning from paying for their meal.
“Yes.”
He offered her his arm as they stepped out into the cold autumn night.
“The nights here are beautiful,” he said, gazing up at the clear nights sky.
“Velaris is the best place to go star gazing.”
“Sure looks that way.”
“Have you been here for Starfall?”
“Not yet, I’m looking forward to it.”
“My sister always throws a huge party to celebrate. It is really spectacular.”
“I can only imagine.”
The continued like that, strolling along on the empty streets, looking at the sky, chatting about nothing in particular until they reached the train station.
“So…” Lucien said, coming to a stop, “I had a really great time tonight.”
“Me too!”
“You sound surprised?”
Elain shrugged, “I guess I didn’t really know what to expect.”
“Would you maybe like to do it again sometime?”
“Yes, I would really like that.”
“Good,” Lucien smiled.
He hesitated for a moment, before deciding to lean in.
Elain held her breath, her fingers wrapping around the keys in her pocket. A pathetic weapon, but one that might make the difference if she needed it.
But Lucien simply brushed his lips to her cheek before pulling back. “Safe home, Elain.”
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Caught in a Blizzard - Part 3
Summary: Luna and Chris can finally fly back to the States, only to discover that the world gotten to know of their little adventures.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Luna Hwang (Asian OFC)
Warnings: Mentions of sex, nothing serious.
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Masterlist // Part 2 //
After having tons of sex with Chris Evans on the first day of being stuck in a hotel room, I have come to the conclusion that he is a beast in bed, but an absolute sweetheart in aftercare. We still can’t leave our hotel room (his hotel room, excuse me), but we have plenty of stuff to do around here. After the long shower we took and indeed had sex again, he had room service bring up some fresh pairs of underwear for me to wear.
As a joke I said that we could walk around naked instead, not bother wearing clothes, but I didn’t realize that he would take that seriously. The only time he forces me to wear a shirt, is when we’re cooking, because he doesn’t want me to get hurt.
We’re in bed together, my sweaty naked body pressed against his, my center still throbbing in slight pain. The way this man uses me, is something no one has ever done before. I can’t help but think back about how he bend me over the bar, pushed me against the wall. But after that, he completely changes.
He presses soft kisses on my skin, massages my shoulders and whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I think I will dream about this for years and no man can ever do these things to me that Chris did. Poor guy who is going to have sex with me after Chris Evans, because this man raised the bar.
‘You are so beautiful,’ Chris whispers and I can hear the smile on his face. ‘Has anyone ever told you that?’
‘They did,’ I admit, ‘but no one seemed to mean it like you do.’
‘That’s what I thought, sweetheart,’ he chuckles.
I place my hand on his chest, as I turn on my stomach. I look at his beautiful face. Of course I’m thinking about our eventual next steps. What will happen once we get out of this hotel room? What will happen when we are back in the States? Will he want to continue this? Because I know I want to, but I get that he doesn’t want to continue this. I mean, he is almost forty, I’m just a young woman, who will turn twenty four soon. Maybe it shouldn’t become more, but should it stay like this. Just some lovely sexual encounters when we had nowhere to go.
‘You are so handsome, Chris,’ I whisper. ‘And so kind.’ I want to place my leg over his, but I softly wince.
‘You okay?’ he asks and he looks so genuinely worried, something that makes my heart swell.
‘I’m just sore,’ I chuckle.
‘I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to mean to hurt you.’
‘You didn’t hurt me, Chris.’ I chuckle and give him a kiss on his bearded cheek. ‘I’m just impressed that you can keep up.’
‘Just because I’m going to be forty soon, doesn’t mean I’m dead or in desperate use of viagra, Luna.’
I can’t help but laugh. ‘I didn’t mean it like that,’ I whisper. ‘I’m going to take a bath.’
‘You want a bath?’ Chris sits up and adds: ‘I can arrange that right now.’ He tells me to stay put as he walks bare naked to the bathroom that is attached to this bedroom. I smile as I think about the things he did to me. I don’t want this to ever end. This blizzard can go on for life, because I want to have this.
Forever.
I hear the water running and he walks back into the room with a smile. He crawls back on the bed and gives me a kiss, followed by tons more. ‘You ready for a bath, beautiful?’ He lifts me up without a hitch and carries me to the bathroom. He slowly lets me sink into the warm water and he gets in behind me.
He massages my shoulders, as he kisses my temple. ‘Tell me something nice, sweetheart.’
I can’t help but chuckle. ‘Like what?’
‘Doesn’t matter. Tell me what you think when you are on stage.’
‘I don’t think a lot,’ I say. ‘It’s almost like a second nature, you know. I hear the beats in my in-ears and I just go and— Chris, how can I have a serious conversation with you, when you’re massaging my breasts?’
‘Sorry, sorry, sorry,’ he chuckles. ‘I don’t know what you are doing to me, but you are insatiable.’
I turn around in the water, as it gushes over the edge, but neither of us seem to care. I give him a long kiss and sigh deeply, as I look into his beautiful eyes. ‘Chris, when we get home, what are we going to do?’
‘Well, I have to go to LA for filming, but I know for a fact that I want to continue doing this.’ He smiles and kisses me. ‘Because I haven’t felt like this in years.’
‘Is it because I’m a younger model?’
He rolls his eyes as he scoffs. ‘It’s because you are who you are. You are smart, you are an amazing performer and all in all, you are exactly my type.’
‘Good thing that you are mine as well.’
✘ ✘ ✘
Two days later, it’s safe for the planes to fly again, so we can finally go back to the USA. Chris is going to LA, while I have to stay in New York City. Despite that, he decided to travel with me, changing flights on JFK.
The following two days were filled with conversations about his anxiety, my lack of trust in people. We had sex, took long showers and baths, we cooked together, watched movies and had more sex. Besides the fact that Chris Evans is an absolute animal with a stamina that guys all over the world are jealous of (I mean, I had to adopt a complete new walk, because of how sore I am), he is also the greatest guy to be around with. He is funny, he is intelligent and I’ve gotten to know him on a deeper level.
The way he told me about the things that go through his mind when he deals with an anxiety attack, it was so vulnerable. Besides that, thanks to him, I’ve gotten to know myself on a deeper level. I know who I am now. Okay, I have a better idea now of who I am.
During our flight, I took multiple naps against his large and strong frame and I really dread the moment where we have to say our goodbyes. I hate saying goodbye. I’m not even good with goodbyes. Every time I had to say goodbye to my foster family, I remember crying, because I had met these new people and I wanted to prove that I was a good foster kid. But I was forced to another family and you never knew how long that was going to last.
Saying goodbye to my band members, was a whole new level weird. They were mad, but on the other hand they seemed to care about me. About us as a group, despite everything I did.
Chris holds onto my hand when we get off the plane, his fingers intertwined through mine. Since we don’t want to be recognized, we’re both wearing a bucket hat, that is completely covering our eyes.
We stop walking and I realize that this is it. I have to say goodbye to him now. I sigh deeply. ‘You have to hurry,’ I say to him. ‘You don’t want to miss your flight.’
Chris simply nods, before he wraps his arms rightly around my upper body. ‘When I’m done in LA, we’ll see each other again,’ he assures me. ‘Besides, I have your number and was going to stalk you anyways, if you don’t mind.’
I smile. ‘I wouldn’t mind at all, mister Evans.’
He presses a long kiss on my lips, adjusting my hat after he lets me go. ‘Get home safely, Luna.’
‘Yeah, you too.’
He waves when he walks off and he looks like such a dork doing so. I have to say that without a doubt, these were the best days of my life. Touring around the world with my girls was amazing. Releasing my first album was fantastic.
But getting to know Chris Evans like I’ve gotten to know him in these days, was next level.
I hail a cab and tell the driver my address. I lean back, watching as snow falls out of the sky, but it’s not nearly as bad as it was in London.
I get out when I’m at my apartment building and I can’t help but to whistle as I walk towards the elevator, getting in and pressing on the button with the sixteen on it. My mood can’t be killed now, I think to myself, as I walk to my apartment door. Chris has my number, he’ll annoy me with texts and we’ll definitely meet again. How many times have I fantasized about this? There was one celebrity in the entire world that I wanted to meet, that I wanted to get to know more and now I know him.
I open the door of my apartment and I attach my phone to its charger. It died when I left the hotel with Chris, but I’d rather spend my time with him. Besides, his charger didn’t fit my phone. I walk around my place for awhile, pouring in some water for me and when I walk back to my phone, I see I have messages in the Brave Elegance chat.
Why would they text me? We haven’t used that chat in months since the break up. Did something happen? Or worse, did someone die?
Pixie: Uh, Luna, you need to tell us something. Are you okay?
Faith: What happened?
Rosie: Is Luna okay?
Daliah: OMG IS IT TRUE?
Rosie: Hello, maybe one of you can tell us what happened?
Pixie: Shit, she is not receiving the messages.
Faith: Please answer the fucking question, guys. It’s not that hard. What happened? What is true?
Daliah: TMZ released pictures of Luna and Chris Evans in a hotel room after the Graham Norton show. They are pretty graphic.
Pixie: Daliah, you are an adult now, you can just say that she is naked, just like Chris.
Rosie: Oh my God, Luna!
Faith: We can’t leave you alone for two seconds can we?
My heart stops beating for a few seconds. I quickly google my own name, together with Chris’ and I audibly gasp. It’s true. The pictures of us… No, this can’t happen! I don’t want this to happen.
What sick bastard would make pictures of this? Oh my God, I’m so naked. This can’t be true.
Not only is this terrible for my own career, but for Chris’ as well.
Luna: Shit…
Pixie: You want us to come over?
Luna: You guys made it pretty clear the last time we saw each other that you didn’t want to see me anymore…
Faith: We are aware that we did say that, but we know you, Luna. We want to be there for you.
Rosie: No matter how we disbanded, we will always be Brave Elegance. Besides, I think we need to talk about not only this, but about the entire disbandment as well.
Daliah: I don’t care if you don’t want to see us, because I’m in a cab already.
Rosie: I’ll be bringing the needed snacks!
Pixie: See you in a bit, Luna!
✘ ✘ ✘
I wouldn’t call the pictures pornographic, but I’m pretty naked. I feel so violated, being pictured like this during some intimate times. I know exactly what Chris Evans is doing in those pictures to me. It is even shown how he lifts me up in his arms, to carry me to the bathroom.
I do have to thank the universe that the paparazzi only took pictures of the first time we had sex. I can’t imagine them seeing the positions and the things we did later on. I mean, Kama Sutra seemed pretty prude compared to what we did.
I’m dragged out of my thoughts when I see all of the members in front of my apartment door. Sweet little Daliah in her bright pink coat, tough Pixie with her hair cut short, tall Rosie who dyed her hair blonde again, because she thinks it fits her better (that’s true) and Faith who looks like she doesn’t care, but I know her. I know she cares.
‘Hi,’ I say.
‘Luna,’ Daliah says, being the first to engulf me in her arms. I never thought I would ever see them again, let alone hug them. I place my chin on her shoulder, as I pull her body closer to mine. ‘We are here for you, Moonshine.’
I can’t help but smile when I hear my nickname again. It has been so long.
‘I’m such an idiot,’ I say, as I let go of the youngest of the five of us.
‘You are not,’ Rosie says, cupping my cheek. ‘We do need to talk about this and thank goodness I brought snacks. I have chips and chocolate, but I also brought pretzels. I know you don’t like them, but the rest of us do, so just don’t eat it.’
The rest of them walks in and Faith looks at me for a second. ‘Whether you like it or not,’ she says, ‘we’re always a team.’
I don’t know about that actually. It’s all my fault really that we broke up and I guess this is Karma hitting back at me, in a very cumbersome way.
We sit around the table, snacks and drinks in the middle and I think about the moment Brave Elegance was formed. We were young, we were naive and very nervous. But somehow it worked, it clicked, despite being five totally different girls from totally different backgrounds. The only thing that we had in common, was being Korean American teenage girls.
‘So,’ Pixie says, ‘correct me if I’m wrong, but you went to London for an interview, afterwards met Chris Evans again, but drunk, went with him to his hotel room where you had sex with him and TMZ managed to take picture of the occasion.’
‘That sums it up, yeah,’ I mumble.
‘Was that the only time you had sex with him?’ Rosie asks and my cocked eyebrow must be the answer to her seemingly rhetorical question. ‘Right.’
‘Have you called Chris already?’ Daliah asks.
I shake my head. ‘He only has my number, so I can’t reach out to him and I don’t think that this is the moment to slide into his DM’s.’
They seem to agree. ‘Do you like him?’ Faith asks.
You girls have no fucking idea. ‘I do,’ I whisper. ‘It was nice to talk to someone. To not be alone.’ I close my eyes and think about what Chris says. There will be other band members, but I think he is wrong. There will not be others like them.
Despite the disbandment, despite all the underlying issues we had, we are a team, like Faith said and we always will be one. They are here to support me and that says something about how much we care about each other right?
‘I’m so sorry.’
‘What for, Luna?’ Faith asks. She was the oldest of the group and basically our mom. Making sure that we had our passports with us, that we had slept well, that we’ve eaten. We had long talks on the balcony of our dorm room during our X-Factor days. She may not understood my situation, my history with the foster care system and my inability to make friends, but she did listen and did care.
‘For not being a team player.’
For a second I can forget about the pictures, because I can’t talk about that and about my bond with Chris Evans, when there are so many unspoken sorrows and apologies between us.
Rosie shakes her head. ‘No, you don’t have to be. It was unfair of us to blame it all on you. We should’ve spoken to you and took the time to understand you. Not simply start pointing fingers at you, while we were all to blame.’
While we were all to blame? I don’t understand. ‘What?’
Pixie sighs and folds her hands on the table. ‘We were wrong all along, Luna,’ she says. ‘When we broke the news to you that you weren’t a team player, we just looked at what we experienced. We never once looked at the situation from your perspective. Because we, the ultimate mean girls, had forced you out, we met up. First to gossip about you, bad mouthing you, but eventually Faith had the brilliant idea to go to group therapy.’
Faith shrugs. ‘It felt wrong, to bad mouth about you. It couldn’t be just you. And after a few sessions, we realized that what happened to you growing up… It became a normal for you. We understood your need to prove yourself, that you were good enough and even better.’
‘But when I did that,’ I say, ‘I pushed you guys down so hard.’
Daliah nods. ‘We know, but we also understand. Besides, it was obvious during our X-Factor that you were the best. I never really understood why they put you in a group.’
Rosie shakes her head. ‘That was unbelievable. You had the stamina and the stage presence and the talent to become a soloist. You have it all, Luna.’
‘You can sing, you can dance, you write and you can rap. All that on top of being the most beautiful woman on this earth,’ Pixie adds.
‘So… You guys are not mad at me?’
Faith holds my hand on the table. ‘No, of course not. We were wrong too. We were not acting mature and for that I’m sorry.’
‘Me too,’ the other girls say in unison.
‘We should’ve taken the time to realize how much you did for us,’ Pixie says with a smile. ‘We watched those compilations where it was shown how much you do for us, in a different way. You took care of us like a true friend.’
‘I mean, you wrote that diss track when that thing Justin and I had got leaked. You ruined his career, Luna,’ Rosie chuckles.
‘Though we might not be a group anymore,’ Daliah says, ‘we will always care about you and we might not perform anymore, we will always be Brave Elegance.’
I let out a shaky sigh. Is this truly happening? Do I have my friends back? ‘I’m truly sorry,’ I say. ‘I should’ve done something with my desperate need to prove myself.’
Faith shakes her head. ‘No, not really. We should’ve done something. As a team.’
‘We’re all good again?’ I ask, just in case.
Daliah nods. ‘Of course we are, silly. We are Brave Elegance and we will always be.’
‘You have no idea how much that means to me,’ I whisper. ‘Thank you for having my back.’
Faith pats my hand. ‘Okay, this a beautiful moment, obviously, but we have business to do.’
‘Right,’ Pixie says. ‘We have to wait for Chris to call you, since he is probably on a plane and you don’t have his number. So, I think that we should call your new manager, explain to her what happened and she can contact Chris’ agent or manager or whoever.’
‘I don’t want to call my manager,’ I mumble.
Faith chuckles. ‘Of course you don’t. I have an idea. I call your manager, so she can think about a nice statement, possibly together with his manager. While I do that, Pixie, Rosie and Daliah will get the snacks ready, we’ll catch up, try to forget this situation, until Chris Evans calls.’
‘Aren’t we going to talk about how sex is with Chris Evans?’ Pixie asks. ‘Because sure as hell I want to know about that.’
‘Get the snacks ready,’ Daliah says. ‘Talking about sex is always easier with sex.’
I watch my former band members spread out over my apartment. Faith is calling with Gia, while the rest is indeed getting the snacks ready.
I scroll through my phone, desperately searching for the responses to the multiple articles that have been written. I know it’s going to hurt my feelings, but I’m self destructive like that. I need to read it.
But it’s all what I expected it to be. I’m the whore, Chris deserves better and I’m ruining his career. Someone even mentioned that it’s probably because I didn’t have a nice and stable upbringing and that I have severe daddy issues.
‘Okay, don’t read that,’ Rosie says, placing my phone on the table. ‘That’s not good for you.’
When Faith is back with us, she quickly tells us that Gia is working something out, trying to get ahold of Chris’ agent right away.
Like nothing happened, we start talking like the good times. I can’t seem to talk about Chris yet, so the rest of the girls talk about their lives. I find out that Faith is going to be starring in a movie soon, playing the older sister of the main character, but she can’t tell too much about it yet. I can see her as an actress.
Rosie is back in college, studying criminology. Pixie is dating a wonderful girl, while she is working as a talent agent for a different record company. Daliah and Michael are still together and she is actually trying to start a family.
I bet she will be a fantastic mom.
’So how about you and Chris?” Faith asks. ‘Was it just sex or…?
I shake my head. ‘It wasn’t just sex,’ I whisper. ‘It was a nice extra, of course, but I felt so loved. He cared about me, wanted to know how I was feeling. I just fear that that will be out of the window, after this.’
My phone starts to ring, causing me to yelp. It’s a number that I don’t know. I’m afraid, scared. What if it’s someone who wants to harass me? It wouldn’t be the first time.
‘Pick up,’ Daliah urges.
I take a deep breath, before I pick up the phone and answer the phone with a shaky ‘Hello?’ after I bring the phone to my ear.
‘Hi, sweetheart.’
My heart nearly drops to my feet. Hearing his warm voice, it’s just enough for my emotions to be pushed over the edge. The entire time I held my head high. I got the girls over, I barely cried about it.
However hearing him…
A sniffle leaves my lips and I bury my face in my hand.
‘Oh, no, no, no,’ Chris says. ‘Please, Luna, don’t cry.’
‘That’s fucking easy for you to say,’ I snap. ‘I’m the whore here, you’re the poor actor who I seduced and dragged with me.’
‘Easy,’ Daliah says, though she doesn’t know what he says. .
Chris doesn’t say anything and that makes me feel even more guilty. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper. ‘You can’t help it either. I’m really sorry. You are just trying to be nice.’
‘I understand,’ he tells me.
‘Where are you?’ I ask him, as I hear a lot of people in the background.
‘Just landed at LAX,’ he says. ‘My agent called me. He told me about the pictures and that your manager had called him, about making a statement. I just needed to hear your voice and needed to know whether or not you are alright.’
‘As you can tell, I’m doing fucking fantastic.’
‘You can be honest with me,’ he simply says, after a long and deep sigh.
I shake my head. ‘I don’t know what to do anymore.’
He stays silent for a moment and I’m afraid of his reaction. He is going to say that this is my own fault. That I’m to blame. ‘You know,’ he says, ‘I’m coming to New York. I can’t stand the thought of you going through this by yourself, when we should go through this together.’
Excuse me? ‘Chris, no,’ I say, ‘you can’t be serious. You can’t come to New York.’
‘I’m dead serious,’ he says.
Faith takes the phone from me, puts it on speaker and says: ‘Hi Chris, this is Faith.’
‘Oh.’He seems confused. ‘Faith as in Brave Elegance Faith?’
‘The one and only. I’m here with the rest of the girls and I know that Luna really wants you here. I think that that would make it a whole lot easier for us to talk about this.’
‘Well, I’m already looking around to see if I can book the earliest flight back to New York.’
I take the phone from Faith’s hands and say: ‘But Chris, what about your movie? You told me that it was important.’
‘I don’t care about that. You are more important right now.’
For a few seconds I don’t know what to say. I’m more important right now? I look to the girls, who nearly turn into a puddle. ‘I can’t ask this from you.’
‘Good thing you didn’t then. See you in a bit, sweetheart.’
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fanfic writer tag game <3
helloooo <3 thank u for tagging me @hannie-dul-set this is so cute lol
ummmm! i think i will tag. @leejuyeeon and @seokmingiggles !! and as always anyone else who wants to <33
peum ~
1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?
omg lets see if i can do this in order. i think the first fandom i ever wrote fanfic for was creepypasta LMAOO and then... fairy tail? then 5 seconds of summer, then maybe it 2017?? voltron legendary defender, detroit become human, monster prom and mystic messenger kind of overlapped, the arcana !!! then my hero academia, haikyuu, a Little bit of demon slayer... i think thats it lol
2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?
seventeen is all for rn, but i’m thinking of also writing for mha again and adding jjk!!
3. how long have you been writing?
oh wow for like... probably around 6 years? maybe 6 and a half
4. on which platforms do you post your stories?
rn just tumblr, i used to post more actively on ao3 but i havent since i started writing for kpop
5. what is your favourite genre to write?
ahhh like !!! comfort fics!!! i think theres something really sweet in those unspoken feelings during moments you think you’ll never forget... the idea of being with someone and you’re just so sure they’re your favorite person, and then warmth that comes with that realization... wahh
6. are you a pantser or a planner?
oh it depends i think. for longer fics i like to plan them out, but i really wing it with like timestamps or shorter ones
7. one shot or multi-chapter?
ONE SHOTS. my god i fucking suck at multi-chapter shit LMAOO ive only done 1 series like that and it was so rough for me lol
8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?
hm how do i explain this... anything that makes sense? however long it takes for it to feel like the chapter/fic is summed up or completed. i used to worry about word counts a lot but now i rarely pay attention to them, both in reading and writing
9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?
if we’re talking about multi-chaptered, then the color of you wins at 17k !! in terms of one shots, it’s for now; forever at 9k!
10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?
oh boy. i think... anything from the last like. 8 months? my svt stuff for sure!! i went a while without writing in between like january-late november 2020, and i was worried that my writing would suffer a lot... it took a sec for me to get back into the groove of things but i’m feeling happier than ever with the stuff i write now. i feel like ive matured about the way i approach my own writing and ideas, and how i do everything, and my fics make me really proud. ive started writing within different aus that i hadnt touched before, or talking about different feelings or ideas, etc... i really feel like ive grown with this most recent burst lol, and i love working on them! i get so hyped up when im in the middle of writing or even planning, im just so excited to share all of it hehe
11. favorite request you've have written and why (if any?)
ah its been so long since ive worked with requests that i cant remember anything LOL
12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?
yes. it is comfort and content. it is the feeling of love. it is holding hands on a walk in the middle of spring and smelling flowers. it is the sound of leaves when a gust of wind blows past. it is looking into ur lovers eyes and feeling nothing but pure fondness
13. current number of wips?
fuck like somewhere around 20 probably
14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?
i really like repetition (specifically in sentences if that makes sense??), LOTS of unspoken things (even if i picture a fic with an established relationship, i dont say it within the fic; and especially concerning romantic feelings, i love when things go unsaid and are FELT full force), i think a lot of detailed rambling... i really like to try and describe emotions and stuff in the most abstract and obscure ways lol i feel like it makes things a little more palpable and honest
15. a quote you like from a published story
im gonna do a few. Lol. firstly this long one from pretend people can unlearn:
“Are you…” Jeonghan starts, and when you look at him, his eyes are still on the city in front of you. “Are you ever afraid that we’ll fall out of love?”
It never occurred to you that this was love. It’s not like the love you’ve experienced in the past, not even close. But maybe… maybe that’s why you never leave, why you hold yourself back from certain arguments like it might fix everything. Maybe love is the reason why Jeonghan still seems to believe in you. Why he promises he’ll be the best thing for you despite always breaking that promise.
(Is it love, a voice in your head questions, or is it longing?)
It takes you a while to respond. “I don’t know,” you end up saying, because you really don’t. Jeonghan turns his head and looks at you, and you half expect him to start an argument in the middle of night, out on the street like this. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Would that… be okay?”
“I don’t know,” Jeonghan answers, just like you. His voice is soft. You want to reach for his hand just to hold it. “You’re still…”
He pauses, like he’s trying to find the right word. You let him take his time, for once, instead of accusing him of the worst. “I’m still?”
“Everything,” he tells you. He looks so sad and you reach out for him because it’s the only thing you can offer. You think the worst thing about your relationship with Jeonghan is that you will always believe him when he gets like this, just like you’ll believe him when he takes it back in the heat of a fight.
next is from like there isn’t something missing <3
But you’re crying into his chest because it’s not you, and it’s not him. Seungcheol wonders if it was always meant to be like this, if the two of you were always meant to part or if something… if something just went wrong, somewhere. A bump that did a bit more damage than either of you thought.
He tries not to think about it now. Tears fill his own eyes as he presses a kiss to your hair because he loved you. He truly did.
“I was so lucky to love you,” he murmurs, voice a cracked whisper. “I’m so happy I got the chance.”
When Seungcheol wakes up the next morning in an empty bed, he’s not surprised. But the Post-It note that’s dressed in your handwriting…
Well. It’s over.
and this last one from only for you, i will dance !!
“This will always be our own time,” he says. “We’ll meet here.”
You know. He says it every time. It never fails to make your heart soar.
“Our thirteenth month,” you say, just like every time. Chan smiles.
He kisses you so strong you feel yourself falling.
16. a quote from an unpublished story
ahh ok ill do a few here too!!! one is something ive begun writing, the other is one that i’ve just been working on planning out <3
Smoke blows past somebody else’s lips and partially obstructs Wonwoo’s view of you.
He hasn’t been to a party like this in a long time. It’s elegant, more of a gala than anything. He can’t remember who threw it or for what reason. It doesn’t really matter, he supposes, watching you make conversation with the partygoers. They all have old money to throw around, the symbolism stitched into their suit jackets and red-rimmed heels; remnants of it left on tables and in the contents of expensive cigars.
You play them like you are one of them, tell them the right things with a silver tongue. Wonwoo always watches, plays the part of an observer. It’s impressive, the way you float around the room like it’s nothing.
Wonwoo observes; Wonwoo knows things.
and the second one...
"you don't know me," you respond. your voice carries no bite, just a fact, and joshua knows this
"i want to," he says after a second. "if you'll let me."
and he's asking permission to be your friend, to be close to you, something so tender and strangely polite
it makes you feel almost sad
"don't expect too much," you say, a little teasing. joshua only smiles
17. space for you to say something to your readers
wahhh thank you all so much!!! when i first got into writing for kpop it was a lot different mostly because i think... i was writing stuff for different anime before, and i had built up a big following because of that and my works always did like, really exceptional in terms of notes and feedback and such, and getting into kpop... has been rough on that end 💀 but i appreciate your support thus far, even if it’s small... i’m still working towards a standard that i have for myself!!! so please be patient with me, thank you for the support !!
also please find it in yourself to leave lil comments or any sort of feedback... please..... PLEASE... any creator ever understands this struggle please always try to do this!!! for me and for any other creator you follow and enjoy content from <333
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Episode 20 - ChenQing Syndrome & Tangents everywhere
Hello cupcakes, and welcome to episode 20. How’s everyone doing? I hope y’all are as safe and can be. I’m pretty sure I need to sleep for at least 24h because I am exhausted so forgive me if I’m suuuuuper low energy.
On another news I am officially mosquito bait. Yay.
I don’t know if I said so in the previous commentary but I Do Not Vibe with eyeballs so yeah.
Speaking of eyeballs, here is what happened the last time my mum and me consumed a medical drama in public. We decided to go to the cinema to watch The Physician, and in the intro credits there is a tray with a pair of eyeballs by a scalpel and my mum, who’s a GP goes (without lowering her voice of course):
“Those are not human eyeballs, too big, they’re probably cow’s”
I swear the whole row just turned around to give us A Look and I haven’t felt more like a serial killer since I started giggling (again in the cinema) watching Death Proof. So there you have it, I lose my shit when tv doctors do bad medicine and she makes ominous comments that make me want to explain to everyone that no, we don’t dismember people for fun.
Listen, necromancy is whatever, but “Imperio-Ing” people into harming themselves and making them hallucinate by playing the flute is what would freak me the fuck out about WWX ngl. I mean, I know he’s a good egg, but he’s Havana Syndrome-ing this bitch and that gives me chills.
Oh I love this shot of one WWX’s eyes cast in light. Cinematography on point as always.
Ok ok ok I am going to go on a terrible tangent in here. I know that in the book shit was even worse, with the cannibalism and JiaoJiao shoving a whole chair leg down her throat but there’s something that’s always caught my attention. If I’m not mistaken she bit off WC’s dick. Now call it a coincidence that WWX took advantage of, but, because I’m The Worst ™️ it made me think. If I’ve learnt something about Criminal Minds is that you don’t go after someone’s bits unless:
a) you’re a sexual sadist and can’t get off any other way (which WWX is not nor is he killing for sexual gratification)
b) those bits have gone near you when you didn’t want them to and it is revenge.
I mean, same way I didn’t want to make you wonder what WWX ate trapped in a mass grave for three months I don’t want to make you think about this but I need to get if off my chest.
Oh hey, now that I think about it the cannibalism could also be personal because again, they yeeted him into a palace full of corpses where “nothing grows”. God I hate my own brain sometimes.
Did these two just walk up to the front door of the Supervisory Office? I mean, the guards are all dead so it is fine, but that’s one shit strategy.
... that’s one ineffective way of tying a hangman’s noose.
JC IS BEING SOFT WITH WQ OMG!
YOU ARE BREAKING MY HEART. STOP. (Watch me go read ChengQing fics after this is done)
JC: is there anyone more wicked that the Wen Clan?
Me: *takes a deep breath* how much time do you have?
Gotta give it to WWX, the boy knows how to set the mood.
Yup yup I’m cackling.
Go my creepy necromancer son!
(Once again, I cheer when someone gets shanked)
(Once again, assume I’m screaming about the cinematography)
Bless LWJ’s brain cell, I remember when I first watched this being super worried about these two also getting ChenQing Syndrome.
So is the Red Woman an actual entity or is she an anthropomorphization of what he’s doing to them? Am I assigning too much Poe to this scene?
JC and LWJ straight up jumped through the ceiling to save WWX I love them. (But think, if they’ve been slightly slower and WZL had realised there wasn’t a core to melt, oh the delicious delicious canon divergences we could have)
Now that’s an effective noose.
THAT HUG WAS TOO SHORT! AND WWX WAS GOING TO RECIPROCATE BUT JC STOPED NOOOOOO. (Again JC looks like he gives the best hugs)
Misdirecting WWX is misdirecting.
Aaaaaand you can see the PTSD start to rear its ugly heard the second they want to know where he was the last three months.
WWX: *starts spinning bullshit*
JC: *relaxes his frown and eyerolls*
Aw bb he was really worried. I mean, it is still misdirection but I can see how JC inexperienced as he is with trauma (and dealing with his own) could interpret that as his baby brother just being himself.
Aw they’re falling back into being their soft yet prickly selves I die.
Nope LWJ! I know that you’re worried and shit but the last thing you want to do to someone with WWX’s trauma is trigger their fight or flight response by asking questions and making them sound like accusations.
(Also, interlude to say, WWX seems super reluctant to admit he fucked with the talismans, which fair enough, I’m thinking his trauma conga line is probably making him think he’ll get in trouble if he admits it or they’ll start distrusting him. But really looks like simple curiosity to me)
I’m just gonna scream incoherently at my screen because they are doing it fucking wrong.
Me with other fandoms: KISS GODDAMNIT
Me with this one: COMMUNICATE
DRAG HIM (ok GusuLan) WWX. I know LWJ only wants to make sure WWX is safe and healthy and loved but listen, he doesn’t have the full picture, he is still somewhat naive about you know, the amount his idols can disappoint him. Yes, it is exacerbated by WWX raising his hackles and his overall paranoia but; GusuLan is where the Sect Leader and the second in command (I know Netflix calls LQR “grandmaster” but I also know the translation is incorrect) decided that lashing their own family was an appropriate corrective. I’m not even going to go into the genocide victims or the reasons for the punishment but yeah, lashing. It hasn’t happened yet, but the potential is there, and as much of a self-sacrificing idiot as WWX is he must have some survival instincts if he lived in the streets for years, I’m not saying they don’t get negated when someone he loves is in danger, but you know, they have to be there. I think his brain has been *Kill Bill sirens* about GusuLan for a long time and now the guy who lives and breathes by their rules wants him to go back? Yeah I absolutely think it is valid that he thought the “help” he was gonna get would be horrifying punishment to “put him in the right path”. Do I see a fuck ton of parallels btw GusuLan and abusive Bible-thumping religious fanatical groups? Ok yeah, my b probably, but I Can’t Unsee.
And again, I know LWJ just wants to keep him safe and I know he’s an awkward potato but this one is on him. WWX is in no emotional place to play “guess WangJi” and it might make his soul shrivel up and die inside but a Long Conversation should be had.
Ok, allow me to go on another fucking tangent, there aren’t enough already. I’ve seen posts saying that western people misinterpret LWJ’s short and blunt speech (is short speech something you say in English?) as him being awkward/clamming up/not liking to talk when it actually is considered a very elegant thing to be able to get your point across with as few words as possible, because our culture values eloquence. First of all, I’ve seen that point made with the English language, and I’m Spanish, I don’t know if it affects my point of view but we also have the same idea of getting to the point ASAP here, it isn’t like the height of elegance but it is very common. That’s not my reasoning to say LWJ is an introverted/awkward potato, although it influences it. Because I’ve seen the show a few times, and because YiBo is the patron saint of micro-expressions, I’ve caught several instances in which, after pleasantries are done, a stranger tries to talk to LWJ and he get the tiniest “oh shit people want to have a conversation someone save me” look on his face. The most notable one is when YunmengJiang is trying to get into Cloud Recesses.
Just because someone can be a good conversationalist doesn’t mean they actually like to talk to people or be around them.
Bless JC to the rescue.
Btw regardless of me going off about LWJ’s lack of communication it doesn’t mean I’m not side eyeing WWX for unleashing on people who are not at fault for his trauma.
LET MY YUNMENG SIBS BE HAPPY GODDAMNIT
So that’s all for this episode. I’m so sorry for my tangents, I can’t contain myself. Thanks for reading!
#the untamed#cql#mdzs#mdzs live action#foxglove watches cql#foxglove watches the untamed#lan wangji#wei wuxian#wangxian#jiang cheng#yunmeng shuangjie#yunmeng bros#commentary
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ok, i have this really gross horrible fantasy of abducting lawrence and forcing him into prostitution...i'd forcibly wax all of his body hair, straighten his hair, doll him up real good with make up, force him to wear slutty clothes and high heels, pose for pictures, and force him to do whatever the paying customers wanted him to do and act like he actually wants it all. and if he disobeyed me even for a second he'd be punished with severe torture. yea...
WHO IS THIS because this is one of my favorite things ever omg….
I really like the training process so that’s what I’m focused on but this whole idea is fucking fantastic:
Unless you’re already bigger and stronger than him and you can easily beat him in a fight, you’d need to break him in and train him awfully well. You might be able to get him to do things out of just fear of pain at first, but that’s a dangerous game. That man is big, he’s strong, he’s unstable and fucking scary, so refining him into a dick-receptacle that doesn’t need to be chained to the wall would take a little bit of finesse. Brutality is definitely needed too, both are needed to break his will a bit so he’ll have a deeper set fear of disobeying that he can’t resist. Lock him alone in a room for days on end, deny him food, get him in a vulnerable state so you can get a grip on his body and mind. Be kind to him, be impersonal, be mean, or switch it up every time you do see him and violate his body so you can mentally manipulate him. Drugging him can be a big help too, especially if you’re impatient. Blackmail is also effective
Strap him down to wax him (I don’t know if he’d scream or just groan but either way… so cute
And there’s so many wonderful options for slutty clothes. I personally always love a nice miniskirt or tiny dress since he has such a nice ass, and there’s no hiding an erection like that. Some stockings for those sweet, smooth legs and a pair of heels he has to learn how to walk all over again in. Lace him up in a corset or just put him in some lingerie, cute panties and garters and bralette or baby doll. Hair in a high sleek ponytail or cute half pigtails….. here’s some outfits ive put together for him in the past, theyre more cute/elegant than slutty but yknow (also i love making outfits for him so if you have an idea of what you wanna see him in…….just lmk and i’ll see what i can do)
I’d also love to train his body to respond sexually. Finger him, edge him, always have something stuffed in his ass so he feels empty without it. Use bigger and bigger toys so it’s easy for the clients to slip right in. Make sure he’s always worked up but rarely gets off (perhaps utilize a cock cage? you can let him when he’s a good boy, rewards used well can work just as good as punishments) so when he’s getting fucked he gets aroused and it feels good and he fucking hates it. Train him how not to vomit when he deepthroats dildos, train him not to use his teeth. Train him how to hold himself seductively, force him to strip or even pole dance. He’d be so awkward, he’d hate it so much, he’d probably cry. personally, i love that, but if you don’t want him to…go ahead and punish him
With punishments, you can either use sex and mental manipulation or torture. I honestly love both so much. He’s emotionally fragile so you have to be careful with insults lest you simply anger him, but if it’s combined with something overwhelming (whether pleasurable or painful) like overstimulation, a brutal beating, whipping, or ball busting to remind him who’s boss, i’m sure it’ll be fine. (though i hc he likes having balls busted, so if you go that route you’d probably really need to damage something)
When he’s with a client, he’s in a tiny skirt and thong and you can clearly see he has a butt plug in. Face is red, can’t bring himself to look at them in the eyes. Asks, hesitantly, what they want, and they think he’s just shy. Ends up on his knees bobbing his head up and down, blinking back tears as his skirt tents from his own erection, and when they bring out their phone and start recording him, he chokes and really starts crying. Has to remind himself to behave otherwise there will severe consequences……
him attempting to dirty talk would likely end up in him cringing at himself so hard he just kinda starts to shut down
another very fun idea: use his drug addiction to control him. only good boys get their fix, and good boys please their clients. kind of hard to do when he’s sweating and shaking and nauseous from withdrawals, but he’ll just have to deal
#this is all over the place because there's just SO MANY possibilities!#really really really like this thank u <3#i could talk about this f o r ev er#nasty anons#ask#i really do love this i have all these different 'versions' of lawrence in my head#and one of my favorites is a feminized and uuhh b.....itch-ified lawrence#yeah thats the b word im going with
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@biformers let’s go
1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?
wine glasses, they make everything seem so... elegant
2. chocolate bars or lollipops?
lollipops!! they don’t melt in the sun and when i pull them out of my mouth they make that POP sound. very good.
3. bubblegum or cotton candy?
bubblegum, last time i checked i couldn’t make cotton candy balloons
4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?
bright and bubbly and curious and energetic. very energetic. too energetic. mister crispin, please, your daughter is way too energetic, the school’s gonna expl-
5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?
wine glasses.
(that’s not an-
well, it is now.)
6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?
pastel and formal, but mostly formal.......... formal clothes make me look super nice.
(so do pastel ones.
well, i look 12 in pastels.)
7. earbuds or headphones?
earbuds can he shared, so... earbuds.
8. movies or tv shows?
movies for watching with someone, tv shows for watching alone. sometimes it’s the other way. sometimes it’s neither.
9. favorite smell in the summer?
raspberry lemonade, freshly cut grass, and uh... oswald. yes, that’s a smell. he smells nice in summer. in fact he smells nice all the time, but he smells best during the summer.
10. game you were best at in p.e.?
i was never good at anything p.e related........ i’m good at yoga i guess.
11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?
w a f f l e s. shit, i’m hungry now. oswald! i want waffles!
12. name of your favorite playlist?
kiss me hard, fuck me harder, love me hardest
(what?
you heard me.
i did, i’m just... what? is this a suggestion? a hint?
:) )
13. lanyard or key ring?
i’m gonna go with “not attaching my keys to anything and losing them all in my purse”.
14. favorite non-chocolate candy?
those little, chewy, caramel candies that make your teeth stick together.
15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?
do i look like a girl who had ever read a book in her life?
(you got a master’s degree.
...kristeva’s “powers of horror”.)
16. most comfortable position to sit in?
with my legs crossed.
17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?
those!
18. ideal weather?
warm and sunny, so oswald has an excuse to keep a ton of ice cubes in the freezer, so that he can-
she likes it when it’s hot, so she has an excuse to devour buckets of ice cream. and also wear short skirts. that’s coincidentally also /my/ favorite weather.
19. sleeping position?
preferably wrapped around oswald, if not available... i like to take as much space in bed as possible. on my stomach. limbs spread.
20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?
notebook app on my phone
21. obsession from childhood?
z-zorro.............
22. role model?
if i had a role model i wouldn’t be the person i am.
23. strange habits?
none! i’m perfectly normal. the normalest girl in gotham.
24. favorite crystal?
see? i’m normal. i don’t have a favorite crystal.
25. first song you remember hearing?
not a song, but an instrumental piece. something by tchaikovsky. my mom used to listen to tchaikovsky after work.
26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?
swimming. and sitting around and complaining it’s too hot.
27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?
; )
28. five songs to describe you?
you should ask oswald that one. i bet he’ll have a good answer.
(sweet talking woman, a girl like you, how to be a heartbreaker, gold dust woman and fear and delight. what? of course i know how to describe charlie with songs. i can describe her in any way.)
29. best way to bond with you?
feed me and have sex with me. not neccesarily in that exact order. wink.
30. places that you find sacred?
i wouldn’t have sex on anyone’s grave, if that’s what you’re asking.
31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?
i’m gonna be honest with you. what part of me suggests i’m capable of KICKING ASS or TAKING NAMES? oswald once called me a silly girl and i cried.
(well, love, to be fair, you /did/ spend quite some time on the road.)
and to this day i don’t know how did i manage to not die after a week. idk. i guess... pants, that’s for starters. a leather jacket. biker boots? and also a gun and a knife.
32. top five favorite vines?
i like pink wine. are there even that many kinds of pink wine?
33. most used phrase in your phone?
omg
34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?
aNIMAL CRACKERS IN MY SOUP-
35. average time you fall asleep?
two a.m
36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?
can i haz a cheeseburger...
37. suitcase or duffel bag?
suitcase, duffel bags don’t work well for... well... people who wear clothes.
38. lemonade or tea?
yes.
39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?
yes.
40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?
one of my teachers had straight up died when i was answering his question in class. i still don’t know if my answer was correct. :(
41. last person you texted?
louise!! she’s such a good friend. i love her.
42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?
oswald’s pockets.
43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?
leather jacket
44. favorite scent for soap?
bubblegum, duh
45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?
superhero, and not just because my boyfriend is a literal supervillain.
46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?
none. ; )
47. favorite type of cheese?
sharp cheddar
48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?
a strawberry! sweet and red and begging for c-
49. what saying or quote do you live by?
“there’s bravery in being soft”.
50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?
someone once tweeted a picture of oswald, challenging batman to a fistfight, captioned “i aspire to 1 day have self-esteem this high #blessed”.
51. current stresses?
yes.
52. favorite font?
do... do people have favorite fonts? huh.
53. what is the current state of your hands?
soft and clean, thank you very much.
(i punch people so charlie doesn’t have to cook. it... makes sense, i swear.)
54. what did you learn from your first job?
do i look like a person who had ever worked a day in her entire life? do i /sound/ like i ever had a job? no. no, i don’t.
55. favorite fairy tale?
beauty and the beast!
56. favorite tradition?
don’t tell oswald i said it, but i’m kind of sort of fond of that traditionalist concept of men being dominant and assertive and capable. or maybe i just like not having to do anything, who knows.
57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?
well, first my parents died, then it turned out my then-husband was behind it and THEN i almost died because a man cut my heart out and attempted to eat it on my mother’s grave. and he didn’t even cook it!
(and for that i am eternally glad.)
58. four talents you’re proud of having?
i have zero talents.
(that’s not true, but she firmly refuses to believe me when i say so. let’s go with talents charlie SHOULD be proud of. she can read people, behave properly in any given situation, is a fantastic listener... oh, and she’s a fantastic, caring, loveable girlfriend.)
that’s not a talent.
(but if it was, you’d be the best at it.)
59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?
“OH!”. i say that approximately... 100 times a day.
60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?
a shoujo anime, with little to no actual drama and a hentai spin-off.
61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?
i... hm. ah. hm.
i don’t know. i knew the answer 30 seconds ago - but now it’s gone. please don’t ask me about my favorite things. i only know what those are when no one’s trying to learn about them.
62. seven characters you relate to?
persephone, beauty from beauty and the beast, emma frost, sleeping beauty, triss merigold, that absolutely brainless blonde boy from kingdom hearts aaaand... sakhmet from the wicked and the divine comic. not because i’m bloodthirsty, but because i too prioritize sex and looking good.
63. five songs that would play in your club?
bulletproof, six shooter, tongues, horns and bittersweet
64. favorite website from your childhood?
absolutely do not tell oswald, but... club penguin.
65. any permanent scars?
what, you mean physical, or mental? because there’s one on my chest and one on my heart. both are permanent and can’t be loved away, even though oswald’s doing his best to love them away. : (
66. favorite flower(s)?
red roses... i’m not a very original person.
67. good luck charms?
oswald once gave me a gun. so... a gun.
68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?
anything pear-flavored. pears are the devil’s fruit.
69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?
parmesan isn’t vegetarian.
70. left or right handed?
right. and i didn’t just pick up a random pencil only to make sure of that.
71. least favorite pattern?
the behavioral pattern of constantly repeating one’s mistakes.
(i... think they meant things like polka dots.)
but do you have any proof of that? no. no, you don’t. so... repeating one’s mistakes it is then.
72. worst subject?
politics. :)
73. favorite weird flavor combo?
spicy chicken wings dipped in honey.
74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?
4 or 5. i’m a big baby when it comes to physical pain.
75. when did you lose your first tooth?
do most people remember losing their first tooth? because i don’t. at all.
76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?
french fries french fries french fries FRENCH FRIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?
basil. i like the smell... and forgetting to water my plants.
78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?
gas station coffee. sushi has to be... well... good to be good.
79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?
they both look the same, because i’ve been cursed with the curse of “eternally looking like i’m twelve” :(
80. earth tones or jewel tones?
jewel. and not just because i don’t know the difference between those two.
81. fireflies or lightning bugs?
...are you telling me fireflies and lightning bugs... are two different things?
huh.
82. pc or console?
pc, because i can do my taxes on my pc. can you do taxes on a console? of course you can’t, that’d be stupid.
83. writing or drawing?
writing.
84. podcasts or talk radio?
podcasts!
84. barbie or polly pocket?
b a r b i e
85. fairy tales or mythology?
hm. fairy tales, because there’s less... rape in them.
86. cookies or cupcakes?
yes.
87. your greatest fear?
i’m not saying! my greatest fears tend to become reality, so maybe let’s not speed the process up.
88. your greatest wish?
i,,,,,,,,,,,,, i’d like to maybe get married once again one day,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, maybe,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
89. who would you put before everyone else?
the man on whom i’m sitting as we speak.
90. luckiest mistake?
well, i once told bruce wayne i have a dog named pingu, which lead me to instantly adopting an actual dog.
91. boxes or bags?
boxes
92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?
fairy lights forever
93. nicknames?
love it when people come up with nicknames for me!
94. favorite season?
summer
95. favorite app on your phone?
proooobably instagram. or twitter.
96. desktop background?
a photo of a baby seal. it’s so cute!
97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?
...do people really memorize phone numbers?
98. favorite historical era?
okay, now you’re making fun of me. no one has a “favorite historical era”. that’s made up.
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GP Helsinki Journal - Day 4 & 5
So, I am finally getting to this as well, it has been a while now but sorting through my pictures took me longer than I wanted and life didn’t exactly stop after Helsinki XD Please excuse.
After an incredible and tiring Saturday, I woke up after a few hours of sleep. While I had a generous window between arrival at stay and leaving the next day the excitement didn’t let me sleep. I woke up at 7 a.m, got ready, grabbed some left over sandwiches for breakfast and left to the arena shortly after 8 a.m. Since the first men’s group took the ice at 9 a.m and Keiji was in the group I had to make sure I was there on time. Luckily the line (at least when I joined) in front of the Ice Hall was fairly okay. Grabbed some water once inside and took my seat, greeting all the Japanese ladies once they arrived.
DAY 4 - Sunday
Group 1 practice - Keiji Tanaka
While I am sad he was not in the top to be in Group 2, I was also happy because now I could concentrate on him, without any further distractions (Mr. Hanyu).
I really like this costume on Keiji, he looked like a fairy-tale prince and while his practice did look wobbly here and there, especially his 3A, I was worried for him but I was rooting for him because he is a good skater and deserves good scores. I filmed his run-through and took more photos of him, he is really handsome, I have to say, also the ladies next to me said the same. So there is that. XD
Group 2 - when the TCC family walks in
Nothing can describe the sound of shutters of cameras going off when Yuzuru walks in but today he did walk in with Jun and boy.... I had an existential crisis who to film or take pictures from. I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS AMOUNT OF STRESS OKAY? I was so happy when I had both of them in frame XD
It was also incredible to watch how they navigate with the coaches, rarely did you see them standing by the boards or simply replaced each other once the other left and Brian and Ghislain had their attention on the current skater, not loosing a beat. Also I saw so much respect from Jun and Yuzu towards each other, making sure both get time to consult with their coaches, give them room on the ice. It reminded me of how Javi and Yuzu used to navigate around in the past. I had feels!!
At one point during the practice Jun choked on his water or spilled it and it ran down his chin, resulting in a giggle fest in our block, while my picture is blurry I can’t forget how embarrassed he looked and quickly made a run for it, I caught a glimpse of Brian holding back his own laughter. Jun is adorable, officially obsessed with him. Not like I wasn’t slightly biased towards him before but now, I am sold. SUPPORT THE BABE HE IS GOOD AND ADORABLE TOO!
I have to admit me filming Jun run-through was a disaster... I tried to film but also watch Yuzu and I may have lost Jun a few times, I don’t dare to re-watch the footage because WOW, I failed XD but I got a few nice shots of his jumps and I was overall happy with it, he looked good with a few mistakes and some butt-slides. I have pictures of some ice flakes on his booty, which he is trying to brush off. I APOLOGIZE.
And than there is Yuzuru Hanyu. Just like the other days I was impressed, amazed and kept swooning. My view still couldn’t be quite beaten and god... I could write an essay of everything, it was overwhelming.
THE WAIST - that’s the comment, that is all I will say. It is ridiculous and every guy who sees it has to admit he looked good.
Filmed his free run-through again and it is scary how nearly identical it is to his actual program.
Watching Yuzu do his cool-down exercise is mesmerizing. Wow. I swear there is so much to see when he is on ice, he is so expressive both when he is disappointed with a jump, the ice conditions, really everything.
Men’s Free Skate Competition
Group 1
Oh boy, it was kind of heart-breaking as the guys were falling apart. Keiji fought hard but unfortunately... it didn’t look all too good for him to podium and my worry for Jun and Yuzu grew even more. Watching Keiji in the Kiss & Cry was so sad, I tried to be loud for him as much as possible because he FOUGHT. He did well!
Group 2
I never thought I would say this but it is INCREDIBLE AWKWARD TO WATCH HIS DEMONIC LIP SYNCING... Wow. I had second hand embarrassment but I am also a person who mouths along to music on public transportation so I could also relate. It was a weird feeling. Also Jun was so chill about it, he is probably over it, used to it. I was laughing so hard.
Mr. Hanyu came for murder while Jun looked like an adorable puppy and I was dying on the inside and outside.
BABY JUN DID SO WELL, HE DID SO WELL. I WAS SO PROUD OF HIM AND GIVEN HIS HIGHS SCORE I KNEW HE WOULD PODIUM; WHICH IN SO INCREDIBLE FOR SOMEONE WHO HAS BACK-TO-BACK GP ASSIGNMENTS ON DIFFERENT CONTINENTS!!! And it turned out he was having a cold and my respect and admiration flew out of the window! I regret not having had a plush for him, next time I will do better!
And soon it was going to be this guys turn... Origin hair *drools* I am sorry but living for it.
ORIGIN COSTUME IS LIFE! I swear to God, the pictures do not do it justice, they don’t but I am happy I got a fairly good costume reveal camera roll for myself - I posted it here - BLING CITY
AND THAN MR. FUCKING HANYU SLAYED US ALL. I swear I was deaf for a moment, nor did I have voice afterwards. My fitness tracker yet again thought I was running, nope I was just that excited. I broke out in a sweat and was ready to take off my jacket because that Free was....
190.43 POINTS A NEW WORLD RECORD
297.12 COMBINED TOTAL ALSO A NEW WORLD RECORD
You do witness such incredible performances any day let alone in person. I was so damn happy I was close to tears. Followed by laughter because Yuzuru shook Pooh-san so hard in the K&C I thought he would lose his head. XD
I threw my pooh and managed to fling it into the general direction of the K&C and I hope I didn’t clonk the waiting coaches, have not seen footage so I guess I did alright? XD
I was ecstatic and so was everyone around me, the arena was shaking or at least it felt like so. Yuzuru Hanyu is incredible.
I felt a bid bad for Michal for skating after him because I felt the attention was not utterly on him but hey I was so happy I screamed for him like a madman, also he was AMAZING TOO. Group 2 slayed... aside from Boyang and Kolyada, those two had a bad day :(
THE VICTORY CEREMONY WAS SO CUTE! There is so much footage out there but it was adorable. Jun and Yuzu full on hug? Axel-ing onto the podium? Podium selfie? Michal switching to Japan because he had no flag but than got one from a fan and the crowd was so happy for him! GHISLAIN DROP THE SELFIE. The fact Jun kept his SCI flag? The way Yuzu happily shook his shoulders before his name was called.
YUZURU HANYU MAKING THE SUN JEALOUS WITH HIS SMILE. FIRST TIME HE WON HIS FIRST GP ASSIGNMENT SINCE HE GOT TO SENIORS WITH 3 WR ON TOP. BOY!!!
My cheeks were hurting and just... I have to repeat but it was incredible. Truly.
I was high on adrenaline and the Gala was meant to follow.
WTF WAS THAT GALA? I WAS DYING. IT WAS SO GOOD. The performances, naked Italians, Gaming performance feat the Russian male skaters? KEIJI!
FUCKING KEIJI TURNING UP THE CHARM AND MAKING EVERYONE SWOON. I am happy he did his smirk on the other side of the Kiss & Cry because I felt it from the distance and looking at the footage, HIS SMIRK AFTER!. He knew what he was doing that little shit. If I hear that song now all I see his Keiji charming everyone. Wow.
Helsinki gala was the best I have seen this season and I am not saying it because I was there!
It all came down to Haru Yo Koi....
I am usually not an emotional person who cries but 3 tunes in and I couldn’t see shit. Even now as I am recalling, it is such an incredible program, the softness, the elegance the meaning behind it all, his soft smiles. I didn’t intend to film but ended up taking my phone out and while miss like 20 seconds from the beginning I think I did a pretty good recording of it, for myself to enjoy. I was fighting the tears and some did fall, me not being the only one. HYK is just...beauty. It’s pure beauty.
And than during the Finale...>.> He does a LGC slide in the a fairy costume, runs his hand through his hair turning up the charm like Keiji did... wow, I felt attacked. XD I guess we also can’t have now a finale where this sunshine doesn’t get lifted. BUT HE WASN’T JUST LIFTED BY ONE BUT TWO IN A FREAKING MERMAID POSITION! OMG. HE WAS LIVING THE BEST TIME OF HIS LIFE AND I WAS LIVING FOR THAT!
After the Gala I was hurrying away, somehow catching the first tram because it was late and I had to wake a few hours later to catch my plane back home. I ended up being so high on the excitement, I barely managed to catch like 2,5 hours of sleep. T.T It was worth it and I would do it again.
DAY 5 - Monday
Queue me dragging my ass out of bed after like 2,5 hours of sleep to finish packing, double checking I didn’t leave anything behind and leave to the train station. First train to the Airport leaving at 4:18am. I was so happy I ended up taking the day free because fuck I was done. Bought myself water and coffee , ignoring the horrendous price I had to pay for it... and off I went.
Security check-in was chill which I appreciated a lot, got a few souvenirs, had expensive breakfast and more coffee. Boarding started 10min before scheduled departure... guess which plane didn’t leave on time? ON ANOTHER NOTE: Nobuaki Tanaka the sport photographer who shoots at FAOI (is responsible for a gorgeous Yuzu x Javi picture) was on my plane! I tried not to stare too much LOL. Full plane, landing late somewhere in the middle of no-where. Rolling around for ages, followed by a long bus ride... train waiting time taking ages... It was like 11am I was home and I was dead. I wouldn’t have been able to go to work afterwards.
Conclusion - Final thoughts:
IT WAS THE BEST WEEKEND OF MY ENTIRE LIFE AND BARELY ANYTHING WILL BE ABLE TO TOP THIS!!!!
I knew I will have an amazing time because I will see Yuzuru in person but I didn’t expect it all go down the way it did. Meeting so many lovely fans, the Japanese ladies giving International fans so many things, me too. Practicing my Japanese and happy it is actually any good. Watching Yuzu win his first GP assignment in a season, let alone 2 WR winning programs. Finding so many new amazing skaters I like now and want to support. It was truly amazing. Wort every single penny, lack of sleep, overflow of emotions. Best time.
Thank you to those who made it special, the members of our fangroup and people I have met in general. They all added to the experience. I know for sure that I will try to go to more events next season.
I guess all there is left to say... Until Europeans 2019 in Minsk. If anyone is going let me know! I am going to support Javi for his very last competition.
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Beer and Chocolate
Chapter 1: Different, but in a good way
It has been a few rough weeks. College was kicking his butt, assignments made it impossible to hang out with his friends. Instead, he buried himself in work, work and even more work.
His only time of solace was when he visited a café not far from his shitty apartment. They made incredible coffee there, not to mention all waitresses (and waiters) were eye candy. Especially one guy stood out. He had bleached fluffy wavy hair to his shoulders, he wore fashionable clothes, his shoes were stylish and trendy, not the regular employees shoes his colleagues wore. And for some reason, he was painting his nails, also let’s not forget the amount of rings he wore. It was a wonder to Smitty how the man used his hands with such elegance and grace.
In words of his nosey friend Craig, he was ‘smitten’ by that man and it wasn’t simple quiet artist’s appreciation, but something more. Smitty wasn’t sure he liked what Craig was implying. That guy just stood out so much. He was different, but in a good way, like he didn’t give a shit about what other people might think of him. In a sense, he was what Smitty wished to be one day – able to express himself without caring what others might say about it.
Smitty wanted to talk to him; he would lie if he told himself he didn’t have hidden ulterior motives, but he had the urge to draw him whenever he saw him, just walking around the café or delivering the orders to customers. He knew his name. John. So simple, he liked it. Smitty saw his name tag when they first met approximately three months ago. It was shameful to admit, but in that moment when their eyes met – greenish blue stared into chocolate brown; he felt a deep connection. Everything on John stood out, even that beauty mark above his lip.
After first month of silently ogling John from distance, on one stormy afternoon after classes he brought out his sharpie and notebook and began sketching him. Smitty made sure no one from staff (and especially not John) saw him and after several such ‘secret drawing sessions’ he got five sketches properly redrawn on a tablet and shaded. He did them between classes and when he was sleepy, but couldn’t sleep due to insomnia. Drawing John was a challenge he welcomed with an open mind, since he never really drew men before in art or design classes.
More than ever, he wanted to just sit and talk with John, about anything really. He was his inspiration (his muse even) and he looked forward to going to that café every Thursday, knowing John will be there, with that stoic, strangely professional expression.
On a windy Wednesday on his day off, Smitty wandered into the café, taking a look behind the counter. The man was there, currently as cashier. Becoming self conscious when he felt those eyes upon him, he picked a vacant booth and sat down. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he had shifts mostly on Thursdays and Saturdays. The fact he knew when John was working and when he wasn’t made it out to be like he was quite a stalker, but in truth he passed by the café every day and simply stared across the glass to the interior.
Seeing as he was already there, he could order a nice cup of coffee or perhaps latte to warm him up. He glanced over at the counter, where John was making a conversation with another guy, his only features standing out were those baby blue eyes and slight scruffy beard. From what he gathered, he and John were close friends, not just co-workers. Their casual banter was out -shadowed by the jazzy bass drop, drowning out their last words, but Smitty saw the look and head gesture directed at him. He quickly looked at his phone, pretending he was busy.
Long steps shortened the distance and with peripheral vision, he saw the man with baby blue eyes standing next to him, bearing somewhat of a cheeky smile. Smitty noticed his name tag. Scotty, huh. “Hello and good afternoon. What can I get you?”
Before Scotty could give him the overhaul of their drinks, Smitty who had it memorized spat out his order without thinking. “A latte please.”
“Alright. It’ll be done in a jiffy.” He said, walking away. Relieved that it wasn’t John who came up to him, he let out a sigh. He wanted to talk with him, but at the same time he didn’t want to ruin it. Behind their waiter/customer relation they had nothing. If John knew he used him as his model for drawing, he’d be most likely be disgusted. And he wouldn’t be able to visit this café any longer. But then again, they never talked.
His train of thought was interrupted by soles tapping on the floor near him. Thinking it was Scotty who brought him the latte, he looked up with a faint smile, that froze in a semi – worried frown. John raised a brow at him. “Your latte, sir.” He set it down, all the time his greenish blue eyes were darted on him. Smitty shifted on the cushioned seat under John’s gaze.
After setting down his cup, he didn’t go back. John glimpsed at the counter where Scotty winked and pretended to polish some glasses. John knew he was spying on him, that ‘polish & shine’ move won’t fool him. Diverting his attention back to the man sitting in front of him. He looked awfully stressed out, to some extent also... hopeful? That spark of hope in those brown eyes as he silently waited was alluring. “Can I see them?”
“S-See what?” He stuttered, thinking that maybe his drawing technique wasn’t so sneaky at all. “I mean the drawings. I know you were drawing me. You weren’t exactly subtle dude.”
Now for sure he was sweating, being caught wasn’t on his To Do List today. His eyes dropped onto his lap. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Let’s not dwell on that, okay? I just wanna see those pictures before Scotty gets yelled at by the manager for stalling. So, do you have them with you?” John asked again and Smitty nodded, his hands went inside his bag, where he fished for his graphic tablet. He pulled up the pictures and an unfamiliar heat pooled into his face. It definitely didn’t have anything to do with the way how close they were, head to head as John silently evaluated his works.
After gruesome twenty or so seconds (but it seemed so much longer to him), John chuckled. “Your style is flattering, I like how everything is so pastel. Also...,” he paused, turning head directly to his Smitty’s ear. “I absolutely like bold and cute guys like you. Do you want to go on a date? I’m free this Friday.”
John said he was bold, but he just asked him on a date, didn’t he? Smitty stashed away his tablet and drank some of the delicious latte to calm his nerves. Meanwhile, John waited for a reply, seemingly collected and calm on the outside, but he was itching for a positive reply. He found him interesting, just like he was interesting enough to be drawn.
He downed half the cup in two gulps and set it back down on the table. “I’m free on that day, too. By the way, my name’s Smitty.” He acted it out cool, like he wasn’t emotionally overwhelmed by the moment. “And my name is John, but you already knew that.”
Smitty might have fooled a lesser man, but John was anything but ordinary. He widely grinned, showing off his smile. “Alright, then it’s a date. Now gimme quickly your phone, Scotty is reliable, but I have to go back to work.”
Oh. John can’t stay and chat. He handed him his phone and the man simply typed in his phone number and saved it under name John ;)
With one last wink, he strut back to the counter, back to preparing beverages, leaving rather flustered Smitty behind.
He still couldn’t believe this was happening. A date with John. He had a date. The imminent truth of it began to seep in. From the corner of eye he caught a glimpse of John’s bleached mane floating in air as he served other customers.
Maybe he shouldn’t linger. Smitty realized his presence in café might mess up John’s concentration. He chugged down the remnants of his latte and paid the bill (this time a middle aged woman came up to his table) and he stood up, gathering his things.
Before he left they shared a look and he left the café, the bell above chimed and he was outside on the street. Like in a haze, he walked back to his shitty apartment.
~♦~
When he got back, he went immediately to studying, leaving his phone to charge. Sometime around 10 pm he got a text. He suspected it to be from a teacher or classmate. Smitty’s eyes hovered above the name. He must be tired, why is he messaging at this late hour?
John ;) – ‘sup babe, I’m tired and about to expire. Idk where I’m going with this message, I just hope my direct approach didn’t scare you off. I’m not one to dance around the fire. You like me, I like you so why not give it – give us a chance.
Smitty – Damb. I’m at loss of words. I can’t say I dislike direct people like you. Saves us both time if one party is assertive. I’m glad you asked me out on a date. I hope to learn more about you.
John ;) – And I’m glad you agreed. Fuck I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. Sorry to cut this short.
Smitty – It’s alright. We can talk more tomorrow, rest up. Also John?
John ;) – Yeah?
Smitty – Goodnight ♥
John ;) – omg so gay, jk xD nighty night Smitty <3
With a chuckle, he locked his phone screen and placed it on the bedside table, laying down. Splayed on the bed, he stared at the ceiling, smiling to himself.
He was looking forward to this Friday.
Chapter 2: If you’ll have me
Telling Craig was a bad idea. His friend nearly spat all of the soda he was drinking on Smitty’s face. He missed the fruity water fountain sprout by ducking.
Lucky they weren’t inside, but out in the open. It was after classes.
“What the fuck, Smit. You’ve been swooning and day dreaming for three months and he just waltzes up to you and asks you on a date. Am I getting this right?”
He sighed, internally wishing this topic was over and done with. “You heard me, you cucklord. I’m still in awe because of tomorrow. I’ve got a date. That’s a first in... a while. God, I’m beginning to get anxious just thinking about tomorrow.”
Craig rolled eyes. “Boo – hoo. Poor you going on a date with a hot guy that you’ve been ogling. Chin up, it’ll be alright.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re the school fuckboy, you have no problems with relationships. I on the other hand...”
His friend patted him a few times, winking. “Well, if that’s what’s troubling you, let me help you. As the infamous school playboy, I can relay my wisdom and pass it on.” He said ceremonially to which Smitty grunted, but didn’t turn down the offer. At this point he’d take any tips. For a reason unknown to him, Smitty really wanted this thing with John to work out.
Seeing as he didn’t outright decline, Craig smirked and threw away the empty can in the trash bin, then threw his arm around Smitty’s shoulder, dragging him away. “Well then, let’s get started.”
In that moment as he was being abducted to his own apartment, he realized how much he cared about John. And how crazy it all was.
~♦~
“I don’t know. This hoodie is so plain.” Smitty commented, standing before mirror in his room. Craig’s voice boomed from the phone on his nightstand, he had him on speaker. “Did you really call me for that? I am about to fu--- have a dinner with that upperclassman Tyler.”
Caught up by in his own little world, he missed on the hint his friend dropped, too occupied with spinning and doing poses. “Hm... yeah... Craig I need your opinion. The plain grey hoodie together with the skinny ass black pants or dark navy skinny tight pants with pink, flashy hoodie?”
“Seriously, go for the flashy pink gay hoodie and black pants. Trust me on this. Also, don’t drink too much, it’s better to remember furious makeout on the couch than to wake up the next day naked with a hangover. Speaking from personal experience.”
“I swear to god, if you tell me to ---“ Smitty got cut off, his cheeky friend couldn’t resist poking fun at him. “Don’t forget to use a condom! Practice safe sex!”
He rolled eyes, his mirror reflection expressed how absurd it was. Getting sex advice from a well known playboy. “Yes, mom.”
Craig chuckled, albeit his voice sounded strained as if he was holding back from laughing. “If that’s how you perceive me as, then I await you home by midnight, young man. And your date better be a gentleman. Now if you'll excuse me, I got something to do.” He chuckled some more on the side, while Smitty quickly changed clothes, as per suggestion he donned the pink and black. It was a good combination, it also brought out some other assets.
Satisfied with his attire after gruesome twelve minutes of matching up different outfits, he smiled to himself. Oddly enough, suspicious small moans filled the room and he had to double check his TV and computer screens if he didn’t leave them on. His only logical conclusion was the sounds came from his phone.
...He didn’t need to know this about his friend, who supposedly hung up, but didn’t. But first, he’ll teach him a lesson for teasing him so much. “Hello there, mysterious upperclassman Tyler! Be sure to practice safe sex! Byee!” Before he hung up, he heard exasperated gasps, ‘oh shit, I left it on!’ and ‘fuck!’.
Alright, that’s that. Now onto the matter at hand... He dialled up John’s number for the first time, sitting down on his bed to calm his anxiety. He picked up soon, as if he was waiting for a call. “Hey, good thing you called. I was worried you changed your mind.”
“And miss on a date with such a handsome man?” John softly chuckled.
“If your aim is to flatter me all day, then please by all means, continue. Anyhow, I am not one for traditional dates in some fancy restaurant, you’ll be crashing by my place if that’s okay with you.”
Smitty knew John could be forward, but they skipped date one all the way to date four, where they hang out at home. This was risky. Too dumbstruck to reply, he stayed quiet revaluating his next words. “Smit? Did I go overboard, I know it’s our first date and –“
“No, no. John, it’s a wonderful idea. We’re hardly conventional. I’d like to come over to your place. If you’ll have me.” He didn’t want to make it sound too eager ( like a desperate teenage girl for instance who just wanted to get laid), meanwhile from the other side he heard barely audible little cute snicker. “We can meet up by the café. I don’t live so far away, it’s within walking distance of twenty minutes. Are you ready? No need to dress up fancily for my sake dude, but I won’t lie; you’re good on eyes Smitty.”
“I’m supposed to be flattering you John, you’re undermining my scheme to make you flustered.”
“Aw, my bad.”
His lips curled up in a smile. “Are you heading out?” Distant doors closing made Smitty stand up and head towards the front entrance, where he left his keys and wallet. “Yep, I’m en route. See you there.”
“Can’t wait.” He replied with mirth and John hung up. The Canadian jovially put on shoes and left his apartment, locking it up. Smitty took a deep breath. “You can do this, it’s just a date.” He psyched himself up, bravely walking forward.
~♦~
John was already there, skulking in front of the café he worked at, casually strolling back and forth, checking his phone every two minutes. He was a bit antsy. It’s been some time from the last time he went out with someone.
In a way, his work fulfilled him. Until a few months back, when he noticed a cute guy staring at him, even went ahead to draw him. Gradually, the guy came in almost every day, looking like he wanted to say something to him badly, but just couldn’t. Of course, his colleagues caught on. Scotty was the first and teased him about the ‘cute guy who comes to see him’ and how they totally would make a good looking couple.
He gave it some thought. Maybe he should try going out with him. One bad experience can’t deter him from trying dating again. He asked Scotty for little help (his friend wore that smug, knowing grin as he agreed to step in and set his bro up) and now, here they were. About to meet up and have their first date.
John pulled out his phone for the twelfth time, when he saw Smitty ran up to him. He stopped to catch his breath and then he grinned. “Running late is my specialty, I hope you didn’t have to wait long.”
“I’m usually the one arriving late, it’s refreshing to see someone else be late for a change. But I digress, you’re here. Ready to head out?”
“I was born ready.” Smitty replied, while John turned and waited for him so they could walk side by side. They passed by crowds of people, but neither paid attention to the stream of faces around them.
They walked past two streets and finally reached the resident area of tall buildings. The younger man eyed the complex before them as John strut towards the stairs. “We’re here. My apartment is on the far left side, over there.” He pointed and Smitty’s mind only came up with ‘nice place’ as he walked up behind John who was pulling out his keys.
He stiffly walked after John, trying to clear his head of dirty thoughts. No, he wouldn’t. As straightforward as John was towards him, he didn’t seem the type to have sex so soon. Not to mention Smitty wasn’t mentally prepared for that yet.
Becoming aware of their impending closeness, Smitty saw John turn the key and opened the door for him. He traipsed in, his heart was caught up somewhere in his throat. Standing at the entrance mat, he quickly took off his shoes, waiting on John.
“We can go to living room if you’d like.” John propositioned, taking off his shoes. Stiffly, Smitty’s body moved on its own, he shuffled to the living room, his eyes taking in everything. The shelves full of games and DVD’s that lined up against the end of one wall, the couch placed in the center of room, alongside with a decent sized TV. He even spotted some old school consoles.
“Alright...” John said, standing beside him all of sudden. His heart picked the pace considerably, feeling the blood rush to his face.
This was a bit too soon, he wasn’t ready for anything beyond a kiss... and it was just them in one room. Unknowing of the thoughts racing through Smitty’s mind, John approached him and the younger man instinctively took a few steps back, now blushing furiously, ducking from his reach.
A bit confused, John looked down at him, pressing the light switch. “What? Is something on my face?”
Snapping his head, the Canadian gaped at the hand still on the light switch. “Oh...”
John knelt down, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Why are you so nervous?”
Smitty put a hand up in his hair and laughed anxiously to hide his transparent embarrassment. “This is your first time, isn’t it?”
Flabbergasted by the words that left John’s lips, he was rendered speechless. “Don’t worry! I’ll lead. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
Flushed and still very much flustered, he just gaped at John like a gold fish. His other hand was slowly reaching, and he himself was coming closer, closer, closer... Smitty’s eyes were fixed on his lips. He closed his eyes, ready to surrender to whatever John wanted.
But then John made him stand up again. He walked to the couch and turned on the TV, along with an old Playstation One console.
Smitty was none wiser what just transpired, approaching the couch. John plopped down, palpating a spot next to him.
Oh. So he meant to play an old school game together...
“You meant gaming...”
“Huh, yeah what else? We talked yesterday about games, figured you’d enjoy playing something together. Was it a bad idea?”
The Canadian shook head, a huge smile crept on his face. “Quite the opposite.”
“Good, now sit down and join me. First up we’ll play good ‘ol Gran Turismo, then Crash Team Racing and then maybe Tekken 3.”
Smitty shook off the embarrassment and sat down, taking the second controller.
The game booted up and their long gaming session began.
~♦~
Spent after playing for over four hours, they only stopped because they were getting hungry. John ordered some pizza for them and while they waited, he brought out beer from the fridge.
Smitty was somewhat relaxed now, but still he couldn’t shake off the previous awkward moment from his mind. He stood up and paced along the carpet, stretching his legs.
From the kitchen John’s voice called out to him. “Smit, you want some chocolate? Scotty gave me some expensive brand, said he's got lots more. He got it from a... very close friend.”
Frowning, Smitty glanced at the beers on the coffee table. Beer and chocolate? That’s a rather odd combination.
Now that he thought about it more, the beer and chocolate were like them. An odd combination.
“Sure, why not.”
John came back, sat down ridiculously close to him as Smitty held back from scooting a bit away. No need to be shy around John, he’ll be his boyfriend soon. Or maybe is already. This inner chitchat was hurting his brain, so he stopped fretting and tried to appear relaxed.
He got a huge chunk of dark chocolate from the blond. “Thanks.” Smitty said.
The older man tentatively bit into the chocolate and then took a sip from the beer bottle. His face immediately scrunched up in a semi – disgusted grimace.
“Oh my god, this wasn’t probably a good idea. Don’t try what I just did.”
But he already biting into the chocolate, appreciating the taste on his tongue as he bathed his taste buds in beer. It was... an experience to say the least. “Oh my god.” He gasped, putting down the beer bottle. John followed suit shortly after, but his gaze lingered on the bottles, pondering.
Smitty felt the mood shift considerably. “Sweet and bitter.” He murmured, locking gaze with the Canadian. “I haven’t dated since I started my job. It’s not the lack of time, but I had no interest to invest time into a person. There was simply no one of substance... until you. This will sound so fucking cheesy, but you’re the chocolate to my beer.”
He couldn’t stop it, he laughed out loud, eventually tears came out at some point. Smitty smacked his knees, wiping the tears away. John waited until he stopped laughing, a bit red in the face. “Oh, I don’t know if you’ll laugh after this...” His voice trailed off as he slanted, placing both his hands on his waist.
Smitty was mesmerized, he was waiting for this...
His own hands snaked on John’s back, wrapping around him. Their lips touched, the bitterness was drowned out in the sweetness.
It was nothing like they ever experienced. Smitty withdrew as first, his cheeks were positively burning up from blushing so madly. “That was...hot.”
John’s fingers ruffled his hair, which brought new sensations to him as his stomach did flips. “I knew if I kept on searching, I’d find you. My sweet half.”
Smitty cackled. “This is too gay even for me, just say you love me and kiss me some more.”
John’s smirk could rival that of Cheshire Cat. The blond held his hands, looking him in the eyes. “I love you, Smitty.”
“Damb, I love you, too John.”
Both men laughed, as John was pushed down and Smitty kissed him.
Suffice to say, the pizza delivery guy had his fill for today after he saw John and Smitty looking as if they battled a long, merciless war against each other. Which they did and they called it a tie.
#bbs#bbs squad#krii7y#barista John#graphic design student Smitty#fluff and feelings#cute meet#blunt John and shy Smitty
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A Very Happy Birthday
Pairing: Jason Torres/Todd x fem!Reader
Words: 1230
Prompt: ITS JASON’S BIRTHDAY!!
Warnings: fluffy floof and implied NSFW :))))) (excuse the quintuple chin)
A/N: it’s jason’s birthday and what better way to celebrate than to write a fic about his real life counterpart (＾▽＾) this is only a birthday fic for Jay not an official part. Part 4 is coming soon! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
The buzz of the arena made your heart beat faster as the match approached with every second. It was Jason’s first nationally televised fight, which was absolutely insane. Ever since he met you, his fame skyrocketed; it was purely coincidental considering you weren’t famous, you were a girl who worked for some company.
He had become verified on twitter and Instagram, he became apart of the official UFC roster, he had screaming fans wearing merch. It was a little crazy, but you both adjusted to it in no time.
Oh, back to the fight. Now it was 30 seconds till Jason and his opponent came out and faced each other. You really hoped he’d win this time and complete his winning streak. Today was his birthday, August 16th, and you had a little surprise planned for him. It’s not like you’d only give it to him if he won but it would be better if he did.
As the lights dimmed and spotlights whooshed around the room, the crowd silenced as the announcer introduced both fighters. More than half of the arena cheered for Jason when he came in. When his opponent, “The Joker”, came in the rest of the audience cheered for him. You had heard about the Joker. He was notorious for playing dirty and cheating (yes that was possible in MMA). But he was most notorious for his haunting and creepy maniacal laugh. Jason had told you all about him and even showed you videos of Joker’s past fights. Jason even faced him back when he started when he was a kid in Gotham and nearly died. He harbored hate and vengeance toward the fighter and now he had come full circle.
You watched both fighters come to the middle of the ring. Jason shook out his shoulders and readied himself. Usually he would send you a wink or a small smile but considering he didn’t even know you were here, it didn’t happen this time. Your visit was a surprise for his birthday, part of the present. Instead of sitting in your routine front row seat, you were high up in the balcony, watching him fight from above.
When the first round began, a smile graced your lips as you watched Jason expertly evade Joker’s moves and get in some blows of his own.
You occasionally whispered “Yes!” Or “Come on Jay!” But remained quiet most of the time. You didn’t want anyone to know you were here so you didn’t make much commotion.
Fast forward to round three and things in the ring were getting heated. The joker had used a few foul moves and was called out on it a couple times.
The countdown to the end of the fight began, only one minute left. So far it was a tie, but it appeared as if the Joker was going to win. You nervously bit your bottom lip and watched intently.
“Come on Jay, give him a TKO,” you whispered.
45 seconds. Jason trotted around the ring while The Joker followed him, cackling like a madman.
“30 SECONDS LEFT!” The announcer yelled.
And then it happened. Jason literally lunged forward at Joker and punched him square in the face. The Joker fell backward on the floor, completely out cold. Just as the Joker’s shoulder hit the floor, the bell rang, signaling the end of the round. All of Jason’s fans stood up and cheered wildly.
From the balcony, you smiled and clapped enthusiastically. As the referee signaled the match was over, you dashed for the stairs and carefully ran down them and towards the ring, taking your baseball cap off and throwing it on the ground. While you were doing this, Dick, Tim, Babs and Damian ran in the ring to congratulate their brother. The press ran in after them, snapping pictures of a smiling Jason with his family. After taking off your hat, bystanders noticed you and began murmuring, “Look it’s Red Hood’s girl!”, “OMG thats the lucky bitch who’s dating Red Hood!”, “She’s here oh my god she’s here!”
You snuck into the ring and weaved past the reporters and paps, eventually able to land behind Jason. When his family noticed you, they stepped away from Jason, gaping at you in surprise. You took this opportunity to tap Jason’s bare shoulder two times, waiting for him to turn around.
“Guys, what’s wrong?” he had asked. After feeling his shoulder being touched, he turned around and his jaw dropped at the sight of you. You weren’t wearing anything elegant or sexy; your presence was enough to put Jason in a state of shock.
“Surprise! Happy Birthday, Red,” you beamed at him.
“Babe…” he was finally able to say. Suddenly he stepped toward you and picked you up, bringing you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.
Jason hugged you as tight as he could, not wanting to let you go. The moment was perfect. The whole arena was silent as they watched the two of you reunite after a long time of not seeing each other (due to his crazy schedule and your job). Long distance was hard, but you were determined to not give up on your relationship.
After a few minutes of being in Jason’s embrace, he set you down gently.
“You’re here,” he said softly.
“Of course, I couldn’t miss my boyfriend’s birthday,” you smiled at him. Jason could only bite his lip and smile back at you. His heart full of unadulterated love, he leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. The whole arena started clapping and cheering and the paps began taking pictures of the gesture. Jason quickly wrapped his arms around you and picked you up again. On instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and his hands moved to your thighs to hold you up. It was all a force of habit, having done it before in other instances.
The crowd cheered louder as you deepened the kiss. Jason then decided it was a good time to leave and started walking away, still carrying you with your legs wrapped around his torso, out of the ring and back to the dressing rooms.
Jason’s brothers and sister followed him quickly and the press after as well. Fortunately, you all were able to make it to the dressing room before the paps got you.
“That was a close one,” Dick breathed.
“I’m still surprised Y/N showed up.” Tim said.
“Torres’ face was priceless,” Damian laughed. He expected a retort from Jason, but all he got was silence. When he turned, he saw you and him still in the same position, still making out.
“Repulsive,” Damian hissed.
“Come on Damian let’s leave them alone.” Dick grabbed Damian’s shoulder and ushered him into the connecting dressing room. Tim and Babs followed them and shut the door.
As soon as you and Jason heard the door close, you two got straight to work, taking off all of your clothing hastily.
He laid you on the couch in the room and hovered over you, still kissing you. You quickly took off his domino mask and broke away for air.
“Happy Birthday, baby,” you panted.
“Fuck yes, happy birthday to me,” he growled.
Let’s just say it was a long night for the two of you ;)
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The Wager
Part 2
Story Synopsis: When wager against Logan that you can’t fall for his seducing antics you realize you may have wagered for more than you can handle
Warning: Language, hints at SMUT but mostly fluff. 18+ sorry kids - it's Logan
A/N: I’ve gotten a lot of requests to continue this series so here it is. The first part (you can read here) of this was shit writing so here is a part 2. Better writing to make up for the initial crap.
Ben has me all kinds of fucked up so all the Logan feels today.
“No?” his right hand raises to softly caress your neck, his touch sending an instant shiver down your spine. “You’re body is telling me otherwise. Besides, don’t you want to know what you won?”
“No - I can only imagine what you have in mind for me.” You roll your eyes as you push away from him, adjusting your dress. Ignoring the throbbing between your legs. Ignoring the fact that Logan was handing you a silver platter to be yours for a night and you were ignorantly trying to push it away. Logan chuckles as he watches you, shaking his head.
“That's not fair. Give me the benefit of the doubt.”
You turn and give him a skeptical look and he raises his hands.
“Meet me at my place tomorrow morning. Eight a.m.”
“...you get whatever you want for 24 hours.” you mumble and he nods, finishing his drink. The smile still stuck on his face.
“I know. I’m opting to start my 24 hours tomorrow morning at 8.”
You chew your lip, debating all the ways this is going to go south.
“Fine. Tomorrow at 8 at your place.”
“Perfect!” he smiles at you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving the room. You take a long swig of the brandy in your glass, trying to ignore the lingering scent of his cologne before grabbing your phone and sending a group text to your two closest friends.
You: Ladies, I think I just made a deal with the devil
You wait a beat, organizing the room before you feel your phone buzz.
Leslie: What do you mean?
You: Logan and I made a wager
Jesse: …...you bet against Logan. Y/N how many times do we have to warn you - he’s trouble.
Leslie: I mean, if you ARE going to make poor choices what's so wrong with making them with trouble
Jesse: Leslie!
Leslie: It's true! What you wager Y/N
You sit down behind the desk, still nursing the glass of brandy as you type out your next response
You: That I wouldn’t succumb to his will
Silence. You could imagine them both laughing, shaking their head at you. At your naive, stubborn pigheaded attitude that always got you in trouble.
Leslie: Y/N….you know Logan is like one of the sexiest businessmen in THE WORLD. Not New York. Not America. That motherfucker is internationally sexy. Of course he can make you submit to his will. Not to mention his job is to get people to invest in his company.
Leslie: Y/N, Y/N, Y/N… well played
Leslie: I’m only jealous I didn’t think of it myself
You: I didn’t plan this!!!!!!
Leslie: *Insert Eye Roll* Suuuuuuuurrreee
Jesse: …...do you have to sleep with him now? Is that what you wagered?
Leslie: OMG please say that's it! Jesse and I have both thrown ourselves on him and he always shuts us down….one of the three of us needs to be able to tell the tale.
You chuckled, shaking your head. Of course they had.
You: I just have to spend time doing whatever he wants for the next 24 hours
You: At first I thought that meant he wanted to sleep together
You: But he wants to meet at 8 am tomorrow morning soooooo… idk lol
You bite your lip, taking another sip. You could always read Logan and what was spinning behind that witty mind of his. Minus how he felt about you, he was a pretty open book. You couldn’t read him on this and you didn’t like that.
Jesse: ….just go with it. Text us if you need anything. Its Logan. He respects you, you know. I’m sure it’ll just be you two hanging out like you always do
Leslie: hanging out and fucking. He totally has a thing for you Y/N
You snorted shaking your head, before you heard a light knock on the door followed by your name. You sighed. You had completely forgotten about work.
You: I’ll call you both after work. Les, you’re delusional. Logan has only expressed interest in being my friend.
You stand up, smoothing out your dress before one last text shoots through.
Leslie: But has he? Think about it.
You sighed. That was the last thing you wanted to do.
Delos Towers were two prominent buildings in downtown Manhattan. The first, the larger of the two, were where all the magic happened. Businessmen constantly flew in and out the large glass doors. It housed multiple offices, including Logan’s and his families, a gym, a five star restaurant a spa and other side businesses it had swallowed it its quest for power.
The second tower was a block away and exclusively condos and apartments for the wealthy. Though not as tall as its sibling, it still towered over its neighboring buildings, demanding strength and elegance.
Both buildings reminded you of Logan as you stood outside the latter, looking up at the large building in awe and fear. You’ve been at Logan’s plenty of times - he had the best sound of the art sound system paired with the sleekest TV screen and you loved to binge watch Netflix on his couch while he worked beside you. You liked using his rooftop pool. You liked cooking in his kitchen. You liked hosting game nights with both of your close friends. Spending time with Logan had become second nature to you. You hadn’t realized how much so until now.
You had offered to have him over to your home, to host things in your territory but he was strongly and consistently against it. In fact, he was constantly trying to pressure you to move into one of the apartments in the building - free of charge - and you always turned it down. You liked your 800 sq. ft. apartment in Brooklyn - it had character. And probably mold and a thousand other things but those were the things that gave it life.
Perhaps waging against him was a mistake. You didn’t want to lose your friendship. You didn’t want to complicate it with sex knowing he would never commit. You liked spending time with Logan. You were sure he liked spending time with you.
“What are you doing out here standing in the cold silly?” you hear his voice over the loud sounds of traffic and snap your eyes away from the tall building, finding his own as he walks toward you. He was dressed in a casual black leather jacket, a dark grey button down shirt and jeans. It was the most casual you had ever seen him and for a second, you took back your hesitant thoughts. It was easy when he was dressed as a GQ model, looking at you with eyes that twinkled with amusement.
“Just waiting for you.” you smile and he wraps an arm around you, drawing you closer.
“Perfect. I can’t wait to start our 24 hours.” he smiles that smile that only promises trouble and you try to bite back the internal groan. You were definitely in over your head.
Logan had been waiting in the lobby for you when you had walked by his building, looking up at the tall steel structure. He had been talking to his receptionists, finalizing plans for the night and had tripped over his words, something that was uncharacteristically unlike him. It was your outfit. You wore a black romper, the buttons around your breast unfastened exposing your cleavage. You had thrown on a casual leather jacket over it and the wedges you had paired with the get up made your legs longer.
Begging to have them wrapped around something. Him. As he fucked you against a wall in his apartment.
Fuck he had it bad.
The receptionist, who had never seen his client lose his composure, tries to mask the chuckle under his breath as he clears his throat, trying to catch Logan’s attention to finalize his last thought. It was a lost cost. Logan had lost interest the moment you had stepped into the picture and only nods yes, walking out toward you.
This was going to be a fun day.
He knows that you don’t trust him. Knows that you know all about him and the woman he seduces. Knows that he is dangerous and that you’re a good girl and that good girls shouldn’t play with bad boys. Doesn’t stop him from wrapping an arm around your waist, his free hand caressing your face.
He also knew you were probably just as dangerous as he was under your sweet natured demeanor. And he wanted to be the one to pull that dark side out of you, claiming you for his own.
“Did you have breakfast yet?” he asks, his fingers caressing your cheeks and you shake your head no, your eyes locked on him. He smiles, looking to the right to find his driver pulling up to the building.
“Perfect. I know just the place we can go to.”
He turns, ushering you into the car and you take a seat, watching him carefully as he sits beside you. The driver takes off and you frown.
“You’re not keeping me hostage in your apartment?”
He laughs, light and carefree and shakes his head.
“Later doll. Right now I have to make sure you’re properly fed.”
You cross your arms, your eyes narrowing.
“I don’t trust you Logan. You played dirty last night which got me into this mess in the first place.”
He tsks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.
“Trust is the foundation of friendship. Why would I want to jeopardize that?”
His mouth is just too close to your ear, his breath tickling your earlobe. You try to ignore the way it makes you feel as you say,
“You already have! To win the stupid wager that has me in this mess. I wanted to spend my Saturday binge watching Marvel movies or enjoying a massage. Or eating brunch and getting drunk with Leslie and Jesse.”
Logan rolls his eyes.
“You wanted to drool over Captain America and his friends? The one with the wings and the metal arm. And you always hang out with Jesse and Leslie on Saturday. And I can always fit in a massage if you really want one.”
Of course he could. The car comes to a stop and you push him as the driver gets out to open your doors.
“Its Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson. I thought I trained you better to know this,” you take a moment to look out the window at the restaurant he has taken you too. “Where the hell did you kidnap me to Logan?”
He smiles, rubbing his hands together.
“Phase 1 of our wager.”
You walk into the posh restaurant, Logan’s hands entwining in your own and you look up at him confused. Though you both spent a good time together, and he allowed you to cuddle against him sometimes, he always kept a safe distance. You figured it was because of the men you dated. Perhaps he had been distancing himself.
Logan specialized in keeping everyone at arm's length and maintaining the upper hand.
You don’t have time to ask him as a round older man barges toward you, a robust smile planted on his face.
“Logan! Surprised to see you so soon.”
The thick, french accent isn’t lost on your ears as the man turns to you extending his hand out before asking,
“And who is this delicate flower that you have brought along with you today?”
You smile as you shake his hand and Logan whispers,
“This is one of my dearest friends, Y/N. Thought she’d enjoy a lesson today.”
Now you know there’s something wrong with him. He never once - once - had introduced you as his dearest friend. Just an acquaintance you hung around with, even if you both knew it was a lie.
“Bellisima! Follow me.”
The man turns and you look back at Logan who starts toward the path of the man. He’s stopped when you don’t budge from your spot, your hands still entwined within each other and he turns to you, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
“What's wrong?” he asks and you shake your head.
“You need to explain what’s going on here. You never reference me as your friend, let alone your dearest friend. You never touch me. I always have to beg you to cuddle with me. I don’t want to…..Logan I can’t do all of this today where you treat me like a queen and then tomorrow it's back to being a comfortable accessory that you only want to be around when its convenient for you.”
You tug your hand away and cross your arms.
“I’m already an emotional mess with Richard’s stupid ass. I can’t - I won’t allow myself to get pulled into your web of God knows what game you’re playing.”
Logan raises an eyebrow, watching you intently before walking back to you. He hesitates before placing his hands on his shoulders and whispering,
“Ever think I didn’t do any of those things because you were always dating someone. I know that I don't show my affection a lot but I want to do something special for you today. Let me surprise you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. And I don’t plan on keeping you at an arm's distance if you stay single. I just….listen, I know that those dumb idiots you date may not have bought up how much our friendship annoys them but I have to work with them every fucking day and trust me honey, they’re not a fan. I was doing what I thought was best for you.”
He sighs before continuing, “If you don’t like what we do right now, you’re free to leave and spend the rest of your Saturday doing what will make you happy.”
His eyes shadow something different now. Fear. Insecurity. You bite your lip, watching him before you allow a soft smile to tug at your lips.
Logan was trying to do something nice for you. He always did. You were allowing insecurities to ruin something that you knew he probably spent most of last night planning.
“Fine. That’s fair and you’re right, I guess I shouldn’t have put you in that situation. So I’ll trust you but I swear to the baby Jesus Logan if this is another manipulation ploy I’m outta here.”
He smiles, grabbing your hand again.
“I promise Y/N, it's not.”
You grab a handful of flour discreetly, waiting until Logan looks up at you before you throw it in his face, your laughter ringing in the large kitchen.
After you’re weird omission of fear, you had hesitantly followed Logan into the back of the restaurant only to find that he had scheduled you both for a specialized cooking lesson with a world renowned french chef, LeStat.
Of course he had. Couldn’t take a cute little cooking class that he could have found on Groupon for $50 bucks. It had to be the very best.
He looked at you now, the flour dousing his face, trying not to allow the smile to tug up at his lips.
“You ok there Lo? Looks like you have something on your face.”
Its then that LeStat walks by, mouth ready for your next steps before noticing the flour all over Logan and biting back a smile. He then smiles and says,
“We should put the pastries in the oven. It should take them an hour to bake.”
You nod, your laughter still echoing around the kitchen and Logan grabs the large pan, shaking his head.
“I’ll throw them in. We should probably clean our station since someone had to make a mess.”
Though he tries to keep a frustrated face, the amusement in his voice wins and you giggle, sticking your tongue out at him as he walks away. LeStat watches the interaction, his eyes brow raised before saying lowly,
“Are you and Logan dating?”
You had been wiping flour off the counter into a wet dish towel and freeze your movement, staring up at him. When your able to find your voice you mumble out,
“What? No…. no. Why?”
LeStat shrugs.
“I've known Logan most of his life and he never has bought another women to his weekly cooking lessons. Maybe his sister and mother occasionally but never a woman,” he smiles at you as Logan makes his way over, “you must be very special to him if he felt he could share this part of him with you.”
He turns, walking back to another section of the kitchen as Logan comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and wiping his face in your neck and shoulder.
“Stop it! What are you doing!?” you laugh and he bites down on your shoulder before pulling away.
“Cleaning my face since I have flour everywhere.”
Your laughter doesn’t subside as as you grab a towel, wetting it before stepping up to him to clean his face.
“I’m sorry...its just..you didn’t ever tell me you knew how to cook. I always cook for you when I’m over.”
Logan chuckles, leaning against the counter as he allows you to wipe along his jawline and you push away the thought of what it would feel like to kiss the sharp, stumbled skin .
“I don’t tell a lot of people that I know how to cook. Its my…..therapy.”
You look at him expectantly and he sighs, crossing his arms. You wanted to pry but you also knew that Logan was private - so private that it took two years into your friendship before he invited you over to his place. Let alone meet his friends.
You had yet to meet anyone in his family.
“...when I’m stressed out. Or my dad pisses me off. Its nice to cook and bake. I like having the control…..” he frowns, dropping his head and you stop wiping at his face.
“You don’t have to say any more Lo. I get it.”
Your voice is barely a whisper and you’re afraid you can be barely be heard over the movement in the kitchen but when Logan sinks his hands in your hips you know he has. He’s watching you, those dark chocolate eyes betraying something else again.
He draws you closer to him, his cologne overwhelming your senses as he licks at your lips, his eyes now gazing down your face, falling on your lips. You bite your lips and he groans, the pressure of his hands increasing against your soft skin.
You think he’s going to lean in and kiss you, god the tension between begs that he does. Instead, he just squeezes your hips one last time before whispering,
“We should probably finish our breakfast. I told you’d I’d treat you to brunch and we still have a lot to do this week.”
His voice is broken as he pushes you aside, running his hands through his hair before heading to the sink and washing them.
“What the hell was that about.” you mumble to yourself.
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Loud
Characters: AJ Styles (With special appearance by OFC)
Summary: He finally understands the need to make noise.
Warnings: Dirty talk. Masturbation. Mentions of sexual acts. Daddy kink.
Angst/Fluff/Smut: Smut
Note: This is totally @llowkeys fault.
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Throwing his cap onto the dresser, AJ managed the few steps to the bed and fell face-down onto it. He heaved a weary sigh. Five hours in the rental car had been four hours and thirty minutes too many. His body was exhausted from two intense matches followed by the travel to the next city. All he wanted was sleep. He was half-tempted to just close his eyes and sleep as he was, fully dressed and with the overhead light on. As long as Karl and Luke, who were on either side of him, didn't start up loud-ass porno, he would be able to.
He heard the muffled chime of his cell phone and groaned. He thought about ignoring it. Whoever it was could wait until morning. Knowing that it could be important, though, he slowly rolled onto his back and fished his phone out of his pocket. As he lifted it to view the screen, it chimed again. He smiled, tiredness forgotten, at the sight of her name and opened the messages.
You should be getting to the hotel right about now… Sweet dreams. Attached was a photo of her, tucked in the middle of their bed, blowing a kiss just for him.
I can't wait to see you in two days, Daddy. I was a bad, bad girl today. The photo attached was of her, this one of her naked. It had been taken earlier in the day, he could tell. Sunlight gleamed on her skin. One arm was over her breasts, one hard nipple just peeking between the fingers that barely concealed them. He tapped the photo to bring up the full size, feeling his cock start to stir in his jeans as he stared. Releasing a shuddering breath, he reluctantly backed out of the photo to send her a message.
What did you do, baby?
Her reply came quick enough that he was sure she had already composed her answer. He read over the words, a smirk tugging at his lips, and reached down to adjust his cock.
I was missing you so much. I started thinking about you all hot and sweaty after a match. My pussy got so wet I had to do something. So I started touching myself.
Did you cum?
There was a wait before her reply. A wait that he spent picturing her pleasuring herself. He knew she did it regularly when work took him away from her. She always told him when she did so, and would describe in detail what she had done, how it had felt. Feeling his phone vibrate, he looked at her short reply.
Yes.
Rubbing the heel of his hand over his dick, he released a deep sigh. Invigorated now, he got to his feet and began to undress. He heard his phone beep with incoming his messages and, knowing they were from her, ignored them while he closed the curtains and turned off the lights. Once he was back in the bed, the bedside lamp on, he reached for his phone.
Are you mad, Daddy?
Please don't be mad at me, Daddy. I swear I only came once.
And it wasn't as good as when you make me cum.
Daddy, don't give me the silent treatment. Please?
He could easily imagine her pouting as he continued to not reply. It was so easy to get her riled up. And he loved nothing more than getting her antsy and pouty, because then she was more likely to do what he wanted.
Daddy?
He closed the message, taking his time getting comfortable in the bed. She would get impatient to hear from him. A few more messages, read but not replied to, and…
His phone began to ring. Smirking, he answered her call with a murmured, "Hey, baby."
"Are you mad at me?" she asked.
He could practically hear her pouting. "A little. I thought you had more willpower."
"It's been almost a week, Daddy."
"You've waited longer," he reminded gently.
"I know. I'm so sorry. And it really wasn't as good as when you make me cum."
He would remind her of that when he got home. He would probably not let her cum for a while. "What were you thinkin' about?"
"You," she answered softly. There was rustling from her end, and he easily pictured her stretching out in their bed.
"Tell me more, baby."
"Story time?" she murmured.
AJ chuckled. "Story time."
"Well, I was cleaning out my closet to make room for the new lingerie I got. I decided to just take everything out and organize it all. And when I finished, my back was hurting." She groaned softly, as though remembering the pain. "I took a hot bath but it didn't really help and then I started wishing you were here. Because you always take aches away, Daddy. And I started thinking about you giving me one of your amazing massages… Before I knew it I was thinking about those fingers rubbing between my legs…"
AJ bit his tongue. He knew all too well that the massages they gave each other turned into sex. Thinking of how wet her pussy always was after he'd rubbed her shoulders and back, he reached down and cupped his hand around his cock. He'd been hard ever since she'd sent that second picture. Not that he'd needed the visual stimulus. Just hearing her voice was enough to have him hard. Stroking slowly as she spoke, he sucked in a deep breath, using his thumb to spread the precum. He paused, listening hard, but there was no sound from the next room. Good. Maybe they were already asleep.
"I got so horny, Daddy." She purred the words, ending them with a soft moan. "My pussy was wet…"
"Is it wet now?" he asked, keeping his voice as even as possible.
More rustling. A soft gasp. "Y-yes."
"Why's it wet, baby?"
"Because I'm thinking about you," she whispered. She inhaled sharply. "About how I've only got two more days until I see you."
"Two more days 'til I get to fuck you," he moaned, starting to pump his cock faster.
"Daddy? Are you hard?"
"Yes," he hissed.
"Oh…" She moaned pitifully. "If I was there, I'd be begging you to fuck me…"
"Shit," he blurted, squeezing his dick. It had been a few days; he'd been too busy and too tired to pleasure himself. And if she kept moaning and whispering in his ear, he wouldn't last long.
She picked up on that fact, and gave a breathy moan that rippled through his body. "I can't wait to go down on you, Daddy… I can almost feel your cock sliding over my tongue… Filling my mouth and going down my throat… Mmm, I can already taste you."
"Fuck," he groaned. His cock twitched. Squeezing tighter, he closed his eyes. "I need that, baby…"
"Are you getting it nice and hard for me?" She hummed softly.
"Yeah. Oh, God…" In his mind, he could see her hand slipping between her thighs. Could see her elegant fingers sliding over her slit. The images warred with the thought of her mouth going up and down his cock. Getting it nice and wet so he could fuck her. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he dropped the phone onto his shoulder and reached for the lube he'd gotten from his suitcase before getting into bed. He could hear her soft voice as he squeezed some onto his dick. Groping for his phone, he spread the lube, moaning at the slickness.
"Mmm, fuck, I can hear it," she gasped into his ear when he began stroking fast. "It almost sounds like it does when you fuck my pussy."
AJ moaned, harsh and loud, forcing himself to go slower. "I want you to get off with me," he said, squeezing his dick tighter. His hand came close to being as tight as her pussy. Hearing her whine in his ear, he tipped his head back. "Stroke it with me, baby. Play with your pussy…"
"I am," she moaned. "Fuck, Daddy… Keep talking, please… It's so hot…"
"Finger yourself," he rasped, and knew from her small squeal when she did. "Fuck yourself hard, baby."
"Just like you do," she purred. He could just make out the slick, squelchy sounds of her fingers working in her wet pussy.
He felt his whole body start to shake. Groaning, gasping, he started stroking his cock harder and faster, dimly aware of the bed shaking beneath him. "Oh, fuck," he shouted when he felt his cock start to throb. "Tell me you're gettin' close, baby, 'cause I'm—"
"I'm gonna cum so hard," she squealed in his ear.
Grunting, he squeezed tighter, jerking his cock in swift, brutal strokes. "So fuckin' good," he moaned. "Cum with me, baby…"
"Daddy!"
"Oh fuck," he yelled, body going still. His cock throbbed, twitched in his hand, and he let out an incoherent shout as the first spurt of cum landed on his belly. Groaning, he eased his grip, giving his dick slow, thorough strokes until another stream joined the first. "So fuckin' good, baby," he growled, arms shaking. "Fuck…"
He worked his hand faster, watching the spurts become slow dribbles of cum that trickled over his fingers. Panting, he squeezed out every drop, avoiding the oversensitive tip, and sank back against the pillows with a low moan.
"So good," she panted in his ear. "So good, Daddy."
"Fuck, baby," he moaned, haphazardly wiping his hand on the sheet.
There was a moment of silence, broken by her post-orgasm moans and sighs. AJ licked his dry lips, swallowed, and leaned to get his discarded shirt to wipe himself clean.
"Shit," he muttered as he settled back in the bed.
"I don't think you've ever been that loud when you jacked off," she murmured.
He chuckled, reaching to switch off the lamp. "It's your fault."
Her giggle rang in his ear like a chorus of tinkling bells. "Are you gonna punish me for it, Daddy?"
"You fuckin' know it." He muffled a yawn against his shoulder. "You need to get to sleep, baby."
"So do you."
"I'm halfway there," he admitted.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Sliding to the middle of the bed, he dragged another pillow close. "We gotta do that again sometime."
From behind his head came a dull thud. Then he heard Karl, in a surly voice, shout, "No you fuckin' don't!"
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Riverdale episode 6 recap
Okay so it's been a while since I've done I recap (cuz I don't usually have much time) but today I'm hella sick so work is out of the picture and I have a LOT of thoughts/feelings about THIS episode so why the hell not???
First of all I applogize for the format (I'm on mobile cuz turning on my computer literally gives me a headache when I'm sick) I'll try to fix it, and lastly I warn THIS contains–
SPOILERS!!!!!
•So we start the episode talking about fear (honestly I LOVE the intros) we see Archie with his guitar staring anxiously at himself in the mirror and we also see Betty and Polly when they were children, then we have a pretty neat transition to the present. Betty is chillin' on her bed and writing her diary while Mama Cooper (aka Satan) is folding Betty's clothes, oh and my baby drops the bomb she invited Jughead over for breakfast, no biggie am I right???? (OMG THIS is happening!!!!) Alice was shocked!
•My sarcastic baby boy is having the most uncomfortable breakfast ever, (honest to God Imma kill Alice and then I'll adopt her daughters) it seems breakfast was only an excuse for our sleuths to distract Alice (they communicate only with a look #married4eva) So Betty can check her purse for any clues about Polly's whereabouts.
•Their little plight is succesful cause Betts finds a check for some kind of religious asociation (Can't remember the name sorry) they research it on the Blue & Gold offices and find out it's a home for 'troubled youths' #bingo of course they know Polly is there.
•So we have this kinda variety show on Riverdale (my boy Kevin is organizing it of course) and Archie is auditioning but he has stage fright, and no I'm not gonna make any Troy Bolton joke cuz I understand Archie. For those who want to know I'm am actress, I do theater mostly, musical theater, and when I began to study for it I was scared af because even if my friends and family were supportive I had tons of insecurities (and when you are an actor/Singer that's perfectly normal) so yeah I really connected with Archie here (What's the deal with Reggie tho??? First he is an asshole with Juggie and punches Archie, then he is actually decent with Archie and now he is pulling a 'keep ya' head in the game Bolton' and being a total dickhead like???
•At lunch my cutie sleuths are talking bout Polly and sharing food and once again communicating with their eyes (OTP) and for the first time Archie offers his help and Juggie totally rejects his ass (pretty logical tho cuz they would attract too much attention) and I kinda got the feeling Archie is getting jealous idk the way he looked at them did not sit right with me.
•So yeah Archie is angsting about the whole stage fright thing, Valerie is being supportive af (that's pretty cool cuz she actually has experience with this) and my girl Ronnie says she convinced (read: forced) Kevin to give him a slot in the show's program so he has the chance to share his songs (Kevin is totally NOT happy about it tho) but Archie thinks he can't make it alone and Valerie is like 'would love to help but I'm with the Pussycats babe' fear not cuz Ronnie is all smooth and offers to be the 'Bey to his Jay' (honestly I'm not very invested in Archie's love life but he certainly is lucky to have such awesome girls intrested in him) he accepts and it's all very flirty.
•Then we have Mama Lodge and Papa Andrews talking bussines, it seems things are not going good but Fred refuses to 'let his people go' cuz he felt real bad the last time he did (he is talking about Juggie's dad isn't he?) anyway he is not doing them any good either cuz for the looks of it the money is not enough for the payrolls, Fred has a plan tho, he wants to convince the new owner of the Drive In to give him the construction job and he asks for Hermione's help (which is hillarious cuz we, the viewers, know the buyer was her husband) she agrees and... We see Ronnie (i LOVE her) taking flowers to her mom but she doesn't get to give them to her cause she fricking watches her mom kissing Fred!!!!! WTF I thought she wasn't intrested??? Dunno this just made me sad for my girl Ronnie.
•Once Hermione arrives home Veronica confronts her, and is totally logical cuz she is still married, and of course Veronica thought once her dad was free they could be like they were before but Hermione tells her she is not So sure about it. OMG whyyyyyyy??????? Ronnie doesn't deserve THIS and while Hermione can do whatever she wants this is not the right way to go about it. For starters she should get a divorce and talk to Ronnie instead of letting her find out everything on her own and hurting her in the process #fuck them I'll adopt Ronnie too!!
•Then we get a scene where Fred is telling Archie all his 'guys' are gonna go to watch his presentation, Archie is still nervous but his dad is real supportive (why can't all the Riverdale parents be like this???) and he even tells him what happened with Ronnie's mom (see Hermione?? Not so hard to be honest with your child) Archie is also pretty supportive (the Andrews are so uncomplicated is like watching a completely different show)
•We're at school again and we have Archie and Val talking about music and stuff, and then we get a Pussycats rehearsal, Josie is really in the zone and gets pissed at Valerie, my girl Val snaps at her that working with Archie is much more plesant, and Josie looses it saying Val can't sing with both of them and she must choose ASAP Val promptly quits and I'm shoook!!!!!!! WTF is going on???
•Josie, now more calm, tells her mom and her mom is So nonchalant about it??? She tells Josie to replace Val and other pretty fucked up BS (why are the Riverdale parents So shitty???) cuz apparently Josie's dad is comming to see the show and if the Pussycats aren't perfect he would blame her for it. Da fuq????? And what about what Josie feels??? #I'm adopting Josie too
•So yeah Val tells Archie she can sing with him cuz she left the Pussycats and they start rehearsing and it's all nice and dandy til Ronnie arrives with her partiture and Archie is the douchiest douche to have ever douched, for real he didn't even told Ronnie he was going to sing with Val now and just put her aside like a toy or something (honestly fuck him so much!!! I support his love for music but that doesn't give him the right to use people and discard them whenever he wants) of course my girl totally calls this fuckboi out but in her anger she ends up yelling at him about their parents's affair. #protectRonnie #where's my girl Cheryl to console her gf??? Anyway Ronnie goes straight to the Pussycats and offers to replace Val (OMG she gets the kitty ears And the whole mean girls corridor-catwalk vibe it's awesome)
•They are rehearsing but Ronnie is not into it And Josie calles her out, And Ronnie explodes about everything, Josie is supportive af and very insightful tho. #I'm here for Josie/Ronnie friendship (And maybe more) Cherjosieca is my new OT3
•So we get Juggie and Betty in front of this wierd asylum (OMG they totally skipped school) there they must be separated cuz only Betty can enter, they take her to Polly's room, but she is not there she is in the gardens and honestly when the Cooper sisters reunite is the most beautiful thibg, and also Betty founds Polly is not sick but she is pregnant (I totally knew this)
•We get the full story about how she and Jason were gonna run away on July 4th but someone told her parents and she got taken away (for fuck's sake why do you do this to your daughter?!?!? Over maple syrup really????)and OMFG she doesn't know Jason is dead!!!!!!! #go home Riverdale parents # this year's 'Shittiest parent' award goes to Alice and Hal Cooper.
•An old lady (she is the one who recieved Betty and Juggie) takes Betty away And boom!!! Alice is there, the witch practically drags Betty to a corridor and says she paid the institution to inform her every time Polly got a visitor, Betty is having none of THIS shit And confronts her about not telling Polly about Jason, and then they run into Polly (I guess she was being taken back to her room) And Polly is crying And screaming at Alice for not telling her and they drag her away from Betty, And Jughead tries to help but can't And OMG why must Betty suffer like THIS??? #protectBetty #my heart broke
•Then back at the Coopers, Betty is being confronted by her patents who try to gaslight the shit out of her (why are you So awful???) of course Betty doesn't let them out the hook And asks her dad if he broke into Sheriff Keller's home ( we know he totally did) he says he didn't, And Betty asks if he killed Jason her mother starts to laugh (she goes from suburban mom to the Joker in .5 seconds I swear) and says she wishes either of them had killed Jason (I mean I knew it wasn't them, but that's such a fucked up thing to say let alone in front of your daughter) #the Cooper parents are batshit crazy, of course Betty tries to make them see reason And the abusive shits say they are her parents and she must believe them just cuz they say so. #Imma fight them both tbh
So we get this elegant dinner at the Lodge's place, And Josie's asshole dad is there being pretentious as fuck, and I can't stand him (also Josie called Archie Yoko Ono and I cracked up xD) Fred presents his project but Mayor Mccoy says it's not up to her but she'll try to help him.
•Arch talks to Val about crazy dinner time, and of course about Josie's dad, Val says now she gets why Josie was So worked up about the show, Archie tells her to go back to the Pussycats cuz I guess now he is more confident of maybe he wants to stand on his own, And that's a good thing!!!! Cuz Val loves the Pussycats And Arch doesn't want to be Yoko #LMAO
•Ronnie is getting ready to go to the show but she decides to talk things with her mom like Josie suggested, unfortunately Hermione drops her the bomb that Hiram (aka dady dearest) gave her a sharing of his company before going to jail and she needs Ronnie to sign the papers to give Fred the job, Ronnie gets mad af And says she won't sign anything for her mom's lover, and what does Hermione do?? She FORGES her daughter's signature #fuck her tbh!!! #she is driving her daughter away with all her BS
•So apparently Betty is confined to her room, worry not cuz our brave Jughead (aka Romeo) climbs to her window and kills me with a single line ('hey there Juliet' *dead*) she smiles And OMG they are the cutest ship ever!!!! Anyway Betty is feeling pretty out of it because her parents are crazy And maybe Polly And she are too... Jughead tries to calm her down saying they are not their parents (THIS sounds So Romeo&Juliet to me!!!) And he stutters and its adorable And he gains courage And then HE KISSES HER (ahhhhhhh ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥❇🌟🌠✅✔✔✅✔🆒💯💯💯💯💯‼‼‼‼❗❕❗❕❗) And it's the cutest thing ever cuz one really gets to see that Juggie was waiting to do that for a long time (the lil' sigh he gives *dead again* And her smile!!!!! *couldn't be more dead*) now Betty starts talking about Jason's car (I know lots of people think she ruined the moment but consider this: before the kiss she was lost, she doubted herself and her parents and everything BUT after the kiss she regains focus and trust in herself and tbh I find this beautiful, I don't think they need big romantic declarations of love cause they know, they have such a Deep understanding with each other that words are not really necessary) And Juggie gets So amused at her (SAME Juggie) So they are back at the sleuthing bussines and go to check Jason's car.
•Now in the show Val talks with Josie And everything between them gets fixed (I LOVE girl friendship) And Kevin (OMG it's me or he looks like Corny Collins???) introduces them to the audience, they sing a modern cover of 'I feel LOVE' And we get a transition to Betty and Juggie finding the car, they see the back And find one of Jason's jacket And lots of drugs, And OMG they actually are going to go to the police (THIS is such an unusual thing for this kind of shows) but someone is watching them (God I hope nothing bad happens to them)
•Josie's asshole of a dad gets up and leaves before the Pussycats finish And Imma fucking gonna fight him cause my girl Josie is trying So hard not to cry in front of everyone #fuck your dad Josie #you are enough #you are talented And amazing.
•Now it's Archie's turn And he is still terrified, but Ronnie (bless her forgiving heart) gives him the support he needs to go on stage and actually sing, And OMG THIS is straight outta High School Musical cuz after the show every one is cheering on him and wow just crazy.
•But before the show ends Betty and Jughead arrive (like two adorable drenched puppies) with Sheriff Keller And tell him what they found, And OMG for a moment Betty hears Archie's voice through the speaker but she decides to go after Juggie and Sheriff Keller (my girl is already moving on!!! Good job at visual representation writers!!)
•So Archie thanks Val for everything, and they KISS, OMG I really like them together but I'm not So sure Archie is ready to have a relationship, I mean he is So volatile, Idk, I liked the kiss And I hope he is not an ass to Val.
•So Hermione and Fred are huggin and Ronnie arrives being polite af (So classy) Fred gives her the good news (that he got the job) and of course Verónica immediatly knows what happened And leaves #well now you did it Hermione #I just wanna hug Ronnie tho
•The police + Bughead get at the car but it's on Fire!!! And the evidence is lost with it!!!! OMG why?????????????????? Then my babies go to Polly's institution only to find she escapes through the window (there was blood on the glass and I'm So damn worried for her)
And the episode ends there cause the writers of this show wanna keep me anxious over my children til next week!!!
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And that's it I always have fun doing these maybe I'll try to make one for next week (if I'm not to dead by then) I would LOVE to hear your thoughts about it!!!
#Bughead#Riverdale recap#episode 6#can't believe I just adopted all of Riverdale's teens#honestly why are the parents (exept for Fred) So awful#my two cents
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