#their makeup artist is doing a damn fine job
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Handcuffs & Crab Rangoon
(also known as How I Met Your Mother)
playgirl!Eddie x Reader
By Request! From this ask, directly inspired by this delicious artwork by @sporelium (run don't walk if you haven't seen it yet) but also inspired by the 1995 Peter Steele Playgirl cover. Peter notoriously kept his joystick hard for most of the 6-7 hour shoot because he thought readers of the magazine would enjoy it more than if it were flaccid (I'm fine either way, but damn, thanks baby). wc: 4.3k
18+Only, mature content, smut, rockstar!Eddie, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, reader wears overalls, pet names, fingering, mention of Eddie's scars, accidental edging, sex on the job, sneaky sex, she/her is used once, no y/n, reader is a tough cookie, but Eddie is magic. It is the mid-90's.
Playgirl!eddie afterthoughts
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You’d been helping out a photographer for risqué magazine shoots as an assistant for almost 5 months now. It was the fourth job you had just to keep yourself afloat while trying to live an independent life in LA. To make it in show business you had to be extremely talented, drop dead gorgeous, backed by generational wealth, or just plain lucky, and you were none of those. So, you broke your back to make ends meet while taking night classes and working on the script you were writing with two other friends.
The studio loft on the second floor was an expansive space with windows overlooking the industrial district all along the wall. Sasha, the photographer, stood adjusting her camera on the tripod, while the makeup artist touched up the rockstar you were working with that day, and Need You Tonight by INXS played low from the radio on a nearby shelf.
You saw him from the back first; long, dark wavy hair hanging down over the white robe he wore to protect his modesty for the time being. You noticed that his hands were strong and calloused as they hung at his sides. June, the makeup artist, was on a step stool to blot his nose with powder and fix the crown of his hair.
June saw you coming and introduced you, causing Eddie to turn on his heel, tightening the sash on his robe as he did.
You sucked in your bottom lip to hold back a whimper at the zing you felt when his warm hazelnut eyes met yours. His full, soft lips parted in greeting, a long strand from his bangs bouncing on his eyelash, his gaze rolling over you from head to foot indulgently.
Of course, you’d heard of rock star Eddie Munson from Corroded Coffin. At one of your other jobs, a girl you worked with had his magazine cutouts taped to the inside of her locker. Last year, he was Cher’s date to the Grammys. He was getting ready to go on tour, and procuring tickets was all any of your friends could talk about.
But, goddamn, he was much better looking in person than any tabloid or tv show could've ever prepared you for, and the chemistry vibrating in the space between the two of you was palpable.
“Eddie…Munson, you say?” You squinted, as if you were trying to place him, like the name sounded familiar but you didn’t know why while June fixed the back of his hair. “Football player, right?”
The tip of his tongue sipped out to wet his lips, curling one side of his mouth up in a half grin. “I love a girl who knows her sports.”
There were a few loaded seconds there when the two of you just sank into a sexually charged stare-down, both unwilling to budge.
Sasha called your name, snapping you out of it. She came over to let Eddie know what your role was, and encouraged him to let you know if there was anything you could do to help him relax. She finished explaining a few things to him while you brought over a glass of lemon water.
Sasha walked away and he took a sip, keeping his eyes on you over the glass, smirking.
“What?” you mirrored the smirk. “This will be such an easy job for me because I know you rockstars don’t have any problem taking your cocks out and being admired in public.”
“Oh, you know me, huh?” He challenged.
You worked your jaw, pussy clenching, wondering what he looked like out of his robe. “You’re all the same, aren’t you? Arrogant, over-sexed, and too pretty for your own good.”
“Well, you got me on the pretty part,” he winked. “But nah, I’m not a rockstar. I’m just a small-town freak who got lucky and, this has all been fucking overwhelming to tell you the truth.” Eddie was tall, with broad shoulders, and your mouth dried up a little at the tattoos on his forearms that peeked out from under the sleeve of the robe.
You took the glass from him when he was finished. “We have the small town thing in common, at least,” you said with an incline of your head.
It was time to get started, but even as Sasha motioned him over, he paused next to you, so close that the ends of his hair grazed your shoulder. “So, if I can’t get relaxed on my own, then that means you have to help me?” He whispered it, but forcefully, so you could feel his warm breath on the side of your head. You could smell the mix of spearmint and tobacco.
Keeping your eyes straight ahead, you swallowed hard as the woodsy spice of his scent hit your nostrils. “I’ll do my best for you, Mr. Munson,” and then you dared to glance up, your breath hitching as he unfastened his robe and lowered it from his shoulders right in front of you, only a few feet away.
You tried not to show emotion because you knew he was watching, but you closed your mouth to keep a yearning mew from escaping. There were tattoos scattered around his defined muscles, but there were also fascinating scars like floral blooms along his neck, chest, and stomach. Your eyes ached to travel down to the V-shape that cut into his hips and the treasure below, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. Not yet anyway.
You were just about to tell him he could keep the robe on until he was comfortable, but he threw the article of clothing over for you to catch. “I’m ready as I’ll ever be.”
Half of the people Sasha photographed were too shy to take the robe off right away, and maybe Eddie would have hesitated in other circumstances, but you had a strange feeling he was doing this for you. If Sasha wasn’t asking him to look at the camera, his eyes were always banking in your direction.
“I think we should try the handcuffs,” Sasha said to the room, but mostly to you.
You made your way over to where the props were, knowing that Eddie’s eyes were keeping pace, and playfully dangled the silver cuffs from your thumb and forefinger as you retrurned, wiggling your eyebrows; a gesture he was happy to return.
“Front or behind?” You asked Sasha.
“Behind for now,” she answered. “You okay with that Mr. Munson?”
“My god,” he chuckled, putting his hands behind his back for you to have easy access to the tender skin of his wrists. “Call me anything but Mr. Munson. Eddie is fine.”
You always tried to keep things very professional, but not only that—you’d been around so many naked bodies, they all started to look the same to you. This was your job, and mostly it never even occurred to you to see the models in a lustful way.. You never let your eyes hover too long on the private parts of your clients; maybe just a glance and that was it. But the job of fastening Eddie’s handcuffs had you taking in the firm structure of his ass like it was a visual last meal.
You stroked your finger a few times in his palm. “Is that too tight?”
The combination of your touch and the way you whispered gave him chills in the best way possible and his fingers flexed, as if trying to reach out for you. “I hope you have a key for these things,” he mumbled.
“I do,” you assured him. “But I’m about to swallow it.”
“Hey,” he hushed over his shoulder before you could walk away. “Should my dick be hard for this?”
You wanted to kiss his arm, you wanted to bite it. Instead, you put your hands together and intertwined your fingers. “Do you want it to be?”
Eddie lowered his chin, voice barely audible. “Are you offering to help, sweetheart?
Sasha took a few more photos as he was, standing to the side, eyes flicking to where you stood behind Sasha’s shoulder. When it was time for you to take the handcuffs off, Eddie stretched his hands, turning to face front. “No chick wants to look at a flaccid dick when they buy magazines like this,” he announced. “Give me a second to…get ready? If you know what I mean?”
While Sasha and June went out for a smoke break, Eddie put his robe on, and headed for his private dressing room, but he paused in the door and turned to find you. His eyebrows popped up a few times, motioned with his hand down low for you to follow him in. You knew you could lose your job for fornicating with Eddie during a photo shoot, but at that moment, you couldn’t have cared less.
Once you were in, Eddie closed the door and leaned back against it, his robe falling open. He clutched a fist into the front of your overalls, pulling you closer. Your fingertips feathered down the ridges of his scars, thumb caressing over his missing nipple, and he jutted his head forward to meet your mouth, but you were too fast, dropping to your knees to taste his cock, taking your job and his request a bit too seriously.
“Hey wait,” he sank his hand around your throat, guiding you back up to full height. “Kiss me first,” he brushed his lips across yours. “And then you can kill me.”
While the tiny person in charge of your brain ran around inside your skull screaming, your lips met his, tips of tongues introducing each other first, and then echoed moans, opening wide to take each other deeper.
“I know what will get me hard,” he told you in a breathy rush. “Take these off,” he motioned to the overalls you were wearing. “And sit on the counter.”
He walked forward so that you would back up, his hands supporting your waist.
You looked back at the counter top. “But we don’t have much time to—”
“I don’t need much time,” he said, swatting a stool out of his way so it crashed to the ground. “I want you in my mouth.”
You shivered and obeyed, unhooking your overalls, letting them fall to the floor. You were in nothing but a tank top now, ass on the cool edge of the Formica, and he pulled your underwear down your legs, salivating and biting his lip as he did so.
“Fuuuuck, you are so wet,” He pushed your knees wider with his strong arms and sank his tongue into your glistening folds, flicking the nub a few times. “Did you get this wet just for me? Hmmm?”
“Yes Eddie,” you whimpered, bracing yourself on the beige counter next to the vanity, watching him drag his chin all the way up your slit, and then pull and twist his tongue down, darting it into your hole. His eyes met yours again, his mouth latching onto your sweet spot and sucking there. You wrapped your legs over his shoulders and sunk your heels into his back.
His fingers dug into the meat at your hips, his mouth diving deeper, sucking in while his tongue flicked. He reached a hand down between his legs and started stroking himself, getting more and more turned at the way you were gasping and twitching.
You grabbed the top of his head. “Fuckkk Eddie fuck just like that.”
His eyes were closed now while he devoured you, but the look on his face spoke of how seriously he took the task, rolling his tongue and working you in a way that made your eyelids flutter and a choke catch in your throat.
But then there came a knock at the door.
It was Sasha, and thank god she didn’t try the doorknob because you hadn’t locked it in your frenzy to get on Eddie’s joystick. .
“Coming!” You shouted nervously, dropping to your feet, stepping into your underwear and then your overalls.
Eddie sucked in his bottom lip, licking what was left of you from his mouth. He caught your elbow as you were fastening the second clip. “Can we finish this later?”
The way he asked it was almost shy, as if his face hadn’t just been between your thighs. Meanwhile, your engorged pussy was soaking your underwear, begging to be finished. You saw that his chin was still wet from your arousal and whisked some of it away with your thumb.
He bent to let his lips graze at your ear as he closed his robe. “I like the way you taste.”
Back out on the floor, you let Sasha know that Eddie was talking your ear off about something, but that he would be out any second. Sasha and June exchanged a look, mostly in regards to the way the straps of your overalls were all twisted and buttoned wrong, but neither one of them addressed it.
When Eddie came out and took his robe off again, he was hard, rolling his big hand around the head a few more times as he got on the prop bed that was there for the next set. There was a model named Cindy in lingerie there to be in the shots with him, and you felt a jealousy rise in you that didn’t make any sense. It rose so hot in your gut while their mouths hovered inches apart, pretending they were about to kiss, that you had to look away. Every so often, he’d glance over at you while he had his cock in his hand, determined to keep the beast hard, and you wondered if he was thinking about having his tongue inside of you.
Because, you were definitely thinking about it. You took a little private time around the corner just to touch yourself through your denim, working your fingers at your core, wondering if you should just finish yourself off and be done with it just as Sasha finally called for another smoke break.
You tried not to be too obvious, casually strolling back to Eddie’s dressing room, making sure the model Cindy was comfortable and fetching her the sparkling water she asked for while Love Bites by Judas Priest played on the radio.
Eddie was already in there waiting, yanking you inside by the wrist so he could lock the door, planting hot, hungry kisses down along your neck.
You dropped your overalls like they were on fire, caressing his hard length in a way that made him moan. “I need you so fucking bad,” you breathed, pulling your tank top up and over your head so that you could be flush with his skin, to feel the ridges of his scars. “That last set was almost two hours,” you were still talking as he backed you further into the room. “How is your cock still hard?”
His fingers slipped down through your folds and he hissed at the way you were dripping. “Just the thought of this, sweetheart.”
There was a floral couch against the wall and when your calves met with it, you plopped down into the cushion and Eddie followed, knees to the wood floor, wrapping his arm around your thighs to take your sweet bud into his mouth again, teasing it with his nose first.
“Fuck fuck Eddie, I’m already so close,” you took a fistful of his beautiful hair, careful not to mess it up too bad and bucked against his mouth. “You’re so good, I love it when your tongue fucks me.”
Your hole was clenching around nothing, needing more, and that was when two of his fingers slid in, the ones with the chunky metal rings, they stretched you out suddenly, making you curse with pleasure. Eddie zig-zagged his tongue rapid fire over your clit, groaning at the way your hole gripped his fingers. His cock was leaking pre-cum and he thrust his hips into the couch as he felt your walls begin to ripple.
“Fuck Eddie, you’re gonna make me cum…so hard….” the orgasm seemed to snap your body in two, pulsing a waves of pleasure up your spine, making your mouth freeze open on a sharp inhale. And then you were babbling, “cummincumming so hard, Eddie!”
“Turn over,” he demanded in a deep voice once you were able to catch your breath. “I need to clean you up.”.
And so you got on your knees facing the wall and held onto the back of the couch, trembling at the way he spread your cheeks and lapped you up all along your drenched slit.
“We’re ready if you are!” Sasha called from out in the studio making you spin around.
“Oh shit,” you breathed, looking down at how swollen and ready his cock was. “I can’t leave you like this.”
“I can wait, sweetheart,” he mumbled, standing to pull his robe back on and offer you his hand, tossing his hair back over his shoulder.
By the time the photo shoot was over, Eddie would’ve been edging his release for over 4 hours, and he didn’t seem phased at all about it.
It was time for the handcuffs again. Eddie wanted a cigarette, and Sasha encouraged him to have it in a seat by the window and she’d get a few shots of him there. He held his wrists close together in front of him while you secured the cool metal, his chocolate orbs fixed on your face. He liked how your fingers quivered as you cuffed him, and his erection had finally softened enough to not be obnoxious, but it was still making your mouth dry up with desire.
He wanted to light the cigarette himself, so you passed him the lighter. He spread his legs, hitching one heel up on the leg of the chair, exposing the patch of hair at the base of his cock and around his balls
“That’s perfect,” Sasha told him, finger tapping on the shutter button, producing a blast of fast clicks..
You glanced up at the clock, knowing your time with Eddie would be over soon. Cindy the model could’ve gone home, but she’d decided to stay and wait to watch the rest of Eddie’s shoot, her eyes sparkling with lust. Maybe she would be the one to get Eddie off and not you. She was physically more what you assumed his “type” would be since, in your mind, all rock stars were the same.
You didn’t have to wonder for long which woman he’d rather fuck, because he was eyeballing you from across the room as he put his robe on and said a few last words to Sasha. The dressing room door was hidden around the corner and down the hall, but you decided not to follow him straight in like you had the last two times; your carnal needs were making you sloppy. This time, you went out into the stairwell to the back entrance and knocked, hoping he would get the hint because it only opened from the inside. Eddie pushed it open with a hard metal clank, and then your hands were in his hair, and wordlessly the two of you fell into each other. He was doing the work of unfastening your overalls while you were coherent enough to ask about condoms and he presented a string of them out of the pocket of his robe.
“You came prepared,” you stumbled over your clothes, yanking your shirt off as you went.
“Nah,” Eddie cocked his head. “I had my gofer bring me these. The guy is quick.”
“How do you want me?” You kissed down his chest, flicking his one salty nipple with your tongue, making him groan.
He ripped one of the condoms off the pack and tore it open with his teeth, and then spat the paper edge out. “I need to be able to see your face,” he crashed his nose against yours diving in for another kiss.
“Sit,” you told him, urging him back into the wooden chair in the corner of the room. It was right next to a full length mirror so he could watch you fuck him from the side if he wanted to. There were no arms on the chair, and he complied, licking his lips, eager for whatever you had in mind while he rolled the condom on.
You kicked your leg over him like you were mounting your motorcycle and sat your hungry, soaking hole down on the tip of his cock. Eddie took hold of your hips and guided you down, releasing one long moan as you went. You whined, coming down flush with his lap, his cock stretching you out in a way no one ever had before, settling yourself first before you began to move. You pushed up from the balls of your feet, riding him, and Eddie clamped a hand onto each of your ass cheeks, creating a rhythm, using his strong arms to help lift and lower you.
Your foreheads came together as you moved, hard nipples grazing his chest. You watched him grit his teeth and gasp. “Damn, you’re so tight. I’m close, I’m so fucking…close,” he bit out.
Your clit rubbed against his patch of hair as you worked, and it wasn’t long before you began to hiccup with the contraction of your own release. Never in your life had you cum this soon and this close together. “You’re gonna make me cum again, oh my god.”
“Yeah?” He pulled his head back. “Look at me.”
You met his eyes as you bounced, his hips snapping up to meet you every time you bottomed out.
“Yes,” you said breathlessly, finding the yearning in his stare too much to handle. “Like, right now, right…fuck, Eddie I’m cumming!” Your head dropped to his shoulder while the tremors rolled through you, walls squeezing his cock, making his toes curl and his hips jerk erratically, the chair legs squeaking from his weight.
He held you flush to him, his release hot and plentiful; so much so, he might’ve worried about the integrity of the condom if he hadn’t been so pussy drunk on the way your hole was still clenching him like a fist. You locked your chest to his and he caged you with his arms, locking you there.
Your knees threatened to turn to butter and betray you as you dismounted the ride of your life, both of you finding the footing to scramble around and retrieve your clothes. Eddie could stay in the dressing room as long as he wanted, but you? You were only a shell of the employee you normally were that day and you feared that Sasha was probably coming to look for you at that moment, ready to tell you to take a hike.
Eddie pulled his shirt down over his head, adjusting it over his jeans and flipped his hair from out of the collar. You snapped the first buckle on your overalls and gave him a tilt of your head. “Hey stranger, I almost didn’t recognize you with clothes on,” and then you fixed yourself in the mirror quickly before planting one more kiss on him on your way to bolt for the door.
“Hey, wait,” he called out, making you turn around. “Is that it? This is goodbye?”
Eddie Munson was a beautiful rockstar. Eddie Munson was in music videos on MTV. Eddie Munson could have any woman he wanted in the world, single or taken, and so no---you hadn’t expected more to come from this. You thought maybe he had a new fuck for every day of the week and you just happened to fall into his lap at the right time when he was bored and had some time to kill.
“Did you need anything else?” You asked it in your professional assistant voice, your work voice, and put your hands in your pockets to patiently wait.
He sat down on the couch to put his Converse on, absorbed in his task as he spoke to you. “My hotel is just up the street. Are you busy tonight? We could have dinner. Anything you want, my guys will get it for us.”
“I’m busy tonight,” you lied.
“What about tomorrow?” He pushed, tying the next shoe. “I wanna hear more about this small town you grew up in. I’ve really been missing home lately.”
You softened. “I refuse to believe you are anything but a spoiled city boy.”
He stood to his full height, stretching his chest, and hooked his thumbs into his belt loops, giving you a shrug and a familiar smirk. “Just think about all the ways I could prove you wrong if you came to hang out with me tonight. I might even surprise you.”
You got all awkward for a bit, fighting with yourself over why you weren’t on your knees begging for this man. Regardless of your silence, he found an old receipt for a tin of mini mart pretzels in his pocket and wrote his room number and hotel on it.
Passing it to you pinched between his two fingers, he added without meeting your gaze, “I’d really like to see you again.”
But then Sasha was calling for you, needing help with equipment, and you were scurrying out of the room with your heart in your throat.
You paused with your hand on the doorknob. “Crab Rangoon?”
Eddie scoffed. “What did you call me?” He was jutting his arms up into the sleeves of his leather jacket when you favored him a glance over you shoulder.
You swiveled to face him and made a circular gesture with your hand as if the implication was universally understood. “If there happens to be some crab Rangoon at your hotel tonight, I will stop by.”
Eddie’s face was blank, totally unreadable for a few seconds, and then a smile teased at the corners of his mouth, crept across his face, and jumped to his eyes. He gave a nod, “crab Rangoon it is then.”
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National Anthem ♡ (pt. 2)
hello everybody! this is part two of my very first fic ever! thank you all for all the love. i hope you enjoy ☻
warnings: toxic snow, suggestiveness (not smut!), fem!reader x young!coriolanus snow, use of Y/N, annnnd that's it for this chapter!
i still have another chapter to post, but i am pretty sure that will be the last one!
enjoy!
The day of the gala was, well, completely frantic. You saw your father for the first time out of his office in a long time, hurriedly grabbing some breakfast before heading to his fitting. Your fitting was soon, so you scarfed down a bagel your cook had made, as well as a small cup of coffee before heading upstairs.
As the President’s family, you had unlimited private helpers in every field. Your seamstress, Kali, was the best of the best. You and her had become decently close, speaking about all the academy drama whilst you would get fitted in your dresses.
It was nearing 11am now, so Kali was sure to arrive in the next thirty minutes. She would just be taking the dress and changing anything you weren’t sure about, or changing things to accentuate your body. You had some risqué ideas about this gala in particular. Coriolanus picking you up certainly amped up the need to be absolutely flawless.
Kali arrives shortly after your shower, wanting to get started as fast as possible.
“This is the dress I chose for tonight, Kali. I really love it - what do you think? Think all the boys are gonna swarm me?” You laugh as you hand the hanger over to the woman.
“Oh darling. You are going to be in all of Panem’s minds after this dress. I already know what we’re going to do. Put the damn thing on!”
You quickly strip out of your clothing, slipping the dress on little by little as you go. It fits fine in most parts, the straps being a little too big and the bottom being a little long and loose around your butt. You stand on a small platform in your room, looking in a full body mirror as Kali starts to hem the bottom slightly. You have ladies working on your hair at the same time.
“I think we’re gonna keep a train on the dress, Y/N. You’re old enough now, you can be a little more mature don’t you think? Oh! We’re also going to lower the neckline a tad. Maybe find you a husband before the night is over,” Kali jokes.
Secretly, you’ve been waiting for the moment you could start being more seductive with your clothing. It made you feel different, more daring. You watched as she so carefully trimmed the hem of the dress, leaving a small train on the red dress. She then pulls the dress to the side of your hips, showing how much fabric was left. She took it in, making sure to highlight your bottom as best as possible.
Finally, your hair was finished. Just on time for Kali to come to the front of the dress and work on the neckline. Your hair was in a slick back low style, the top pieces being slick but the bottom half of your hair flowing freely in elegant curls.
As you admired the now tailored dress, Kali stepped in front of you to alter the front. The now sweet and dainty neckline was soon to be plunging almost down to your abdomen. Your stomach twisted and turned at the idea of people seeing this much of you, but you were equally as excited. You were finally able to dress like a woman.
Kali did her magic on your dress, making you look the best you had ever looked for a gala. By the time she was done, it was nearly three pm. All that was left to do was makeup, then you would be picked up by Coriolanus.
You sat down, letting the artists do their job while you let yourself get lost in thought. The thoughts were mostly about Coriolanus, but nobody needed to know that. You anticipated the look on Bridgette’s face when you arrived with Coriolanus on your side. You simply could not wait to see her reaction. You look up in the mirror, smiling at how pretty you felt. Maybe, just maybe, pretty enough for Coriolanus to see you in a different light.
Four-thirty pm. There was simply no way this was about to happen. Were you to sit in the front seat with him? Back seat? Who knows. You were prepared to do whatever he told you, eager to see if he would say anything else about his eagerness to drive you. Surely not.
Quickly finishing the last details of your makeup, your makeup helper smiles and thanks you before heading out. Kali gives you a motherly kiss on the cheek, telling you to ‘go get ‘em tiger.’ You smile sweetly, appreciating her support and love. You add on some dark red gloves, reaching all the way to your elbows, bringing out the red in your dress even more. You add on your bracelets, some of the most expensive in all of Panem.
Looking at yourself one last time, you run your hands down your body and smile. You look stunning, so sharp that not even a knife could compete. You’re definitely going to be the talk of the Capitol, but you cared more about how Coriolanus would act.
Your father yells throughout the house, signaling for you to meet him in the lobby, ready to go. You grab your bag, and slowly exit your bedroom. Taking deep breaths, you descend down the staircase slowly, noting that Coriolanus is not here yet. Releasing your anxious breath, you reach the bottom of the stairs and blankly smile at your father. He doesn’t say a word, just looks you over and mouths a quiet ‘perfect’ before turning and heading into another room.
You frown out of disappointment, hoping your father would maybe tell you that you were pretty, or say something dad-like. Just for once, you wished. He returns back into the foyer, fiddling with his hair and practicing his presidential speech.
“Your ride should be outside by now. You shouldn’t keep him waiting, it’s not ladylike,” he says, not looking at you.
Your breath hitches as you immediately turn towards the front door, a black SUV now waiting outside. You turn back to your father before walking out the door. The cold air hits you like a ton of bricks, feeling cold enough to start spitting snow any minute. Using the handrails, you slowly start to walk down the porch steps before your attention is suddenly diverted. Out steps Coriolanus, handsome as ever. Actually? The most handsome you had ever seen him. His white blonde hair slicked back perfectly, his icy blue eyes shining due to the contrast. He’s walking towards you, ready to grab your hand to help you down. Then, you realize something - his outfit.
His outfit was none other than a perfect match of red to your dress. The two articles of clothing could have been purchased together. His dark red suit jacket paired with black pants and a black dress shirt. You slightly looked up to the sky and said a silent prayer for yourself. He takes your hand in his, lifting it upwards to elegantly kiss it. His eyes didn’t break from yours once. You smile and curtsy slightly before he walks you to the car. He opens the passenger door of the car and helps you inside before heading to the driver's side himself. He gets in quickly, slamming the door shut aggressively. You jump, clearly started before he leans over to you.
“We need to talk. And I have to make it fast before we get there. We’re going to go slow, and take the long way to the venue. Is that okay, darling?”
Darling? What was going on? Your eyes were wide, mouth open.
“Yeah, that’s fine I guess,” you stammer out. What were you supposed to say? He smiles and puts the vehicle in gear before slowly taking off.
“You must be wondering why I’ve been acting this way, wanting to drive you, unnecessarily charming you, the list goes on I’m sure.” He pauses, looking at you with raised eyebrows before continuing.
“But before I continue, I need you to be honest with me for a second. We’ve never spoken before but I know you admire me, correct?”
You are stunned at this point. Your heart was pounding, stomach swirling, and your eyes were looking all over his face. You noticed how he was relatively calm, yet it seemed like he was on the brink of going wild.
“I- I wouldn’t say adm-“ he cuts you off sharply, laughing.
“That’s all I need to know.” His laugh slowly dying out, he pulls into an empty lot, secluded from everything else. You look around frantically, not knowing if you should feel safe with him, or be utterly terrified.
“I just need to try something before I can trust you. Can you trust me?” He puts the car in park and looks at you, sincereness in his eyes. You nod your head yes, not being able to get any words out at all.
He nods his head back, before unbuckling his seatbelt and slowly leaning in. His lips brush against yours for just a second, before he grabs the back of your head and pushes you into him. You don’t know why, but something about this feels sinister. Sinister, but so right. His tongue brushes against your lips, immediately you open your mouth letting him in. He’s grabbing your hair with one hand and stroking your face with the other as the kiss gets deeper and more passionate.
Fireworks are going off all over your body, a needing feeling bubbling in the most private of places. You place your hands around his neck, slightly digging your nails in. He breaths out in the kiss, smiling and breaking it for just a second. He gives you a peck of the lips before fully releasing you, staring straight into your eyes.
“I just needed to see if what I was feeling was real. It certainly is.” Your foreheads are touching, the tension of the moment so thick, it could be sliced with a knife.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Snow.”
He returns back to his seat fully, before buckling his seatbelt. He eyes you over one last time before returning the route to the venue.
“I’m not sure I know what I mean either, darling. But we’ll discuss that later. You look absolutely stunning tonight, did you know?”
He uses one hand to turn the vehicle, the other grabbing onto your hand closest to him. It seems as if nothing had just happened, you hoped he wasn’t regretting it. You sure weren’t.
You looked down at your hands interlocked, slightly overwhelmed with everything. You were confused, to say the least.
“Thank you, but I - what just happened Coriolanus?” You stuttered in your sentence, mentally cursing yourself for showing vulnerability. His grasp tightened on your hand slightly, a smile breaking free from his stoic expression.
“You, Ms. Y/N, have had way too much of an effect on me. I need that to be contained, and I need it to be mine. I need you to be mine. But for now, it’ll just be for the gala. I need you to make sure you’re mine tonight specifically. At the end of the night, we can discuss.”
His answer only confused you more. Your face twisted with confusion as you looked out your window.
“Just enter with me, save a few dances with me, and converse with me some. Just do how a couple would normally do,” he says, casually.
You turn back to face him, noticing his slight smile turn more upwards. He seems… truthful.
“Why, alright then.” You continue to stare at him as you wrap your brain around what he could really be scheming.
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Doesn't care |MYG|
Pairing: idol!Yoongi x Fem reader
Genre: nsfw slight fluff
Summ: after having surprised your boyfriends on their vacation trip, an unexpected situation happens when you least expect it, hopefully, Yoongi does not care and is eager to help.
Warning: sex while menstruating, unprotected sex (be safe guys) somno (consent is key) poly relationship, reader is horny af and I blame it on her period.
Word count : 14k (sorry again 😖)
a/n: So, hi again, I'm posting this drabble since I'm working on my the In the soop series, and its taking me more than expected, so I hope this keeps you anticipating, I appreciate good feedback, but remember, be constructive not destructive <3
It was one of the greatest questions of mankind.
To be or not to be?
Was it the chicken or the egg first?
Would it be a good idea to have sex while having your period?
It wasn't for sure a daily question, because from the time you became aware of that bizarre process of your body and mind, you also became aware of the reactions to it.
From your alarmed teenage brother "You're bleeding to death!" at the sight of a stain on your pajama pants, to years later, the "Ew, but it's blood" from your first boyfriend.
Yes, it was blood.
Blood like the kind that covered almost every damn movie of the resident evil saga that both your first boyfriend and your brother watched with enthusiasm.
But no, it was yours that one who made them cringe.
You sighed letting your arms fall to either side on the mattress. It had been a week since you arrived to the mountains where your boyfriends where filming their much needed vacation. Your period arrived unexpectedly and you really never had that conversation, you just assumed that there was no sex during menstruation, since most guys didn't like it, so you never asked your current partners about it.
What was the problem now? Well, you had been as horny as a cat in heat for almost 4 days.
And of course, your boyfriends weren't much help, specially the cute motherfucker sleeping next to you.
You turned your head slightly on the pillow to look at that dangerous little bastard. He could easily look like an angel, with his sweet features, almost feminine in how fine they were.
But Min Yoongi was cruel.
When he pretended not to notice the effect his distracted glances, pouts or slight smiles had on you.
Yoongi was surrounded by that fake indifference that could have you kicking on the floor for his attention and the most you'd get was a lazy look and a "Behave, you idiot."
That's how adorable Min Yoongi was..
But let's rewind a little and see how it all started...
You met him by mistake, and a mistake that brought to you the best years of your life, you were only 18 when you moved to Korea and decided to apply for a job as a makeup artist, you were part of a company who later got absorbed by the Bighit company, so you forcefully had to see them, despite not being a fan of the mainstream kpop groups, you decided to give it a chance. Of course you got along pretty fast, being the youngest made it easier for you. Everything happened so fast, it was the youngest of them, Jungkook who decided to risk it all and shoot his shot, inviting you to dinner, of course you couldn't deny, it was a friend after all, but again, you couldn't deny your feelings, feelings you though you didn't have.
So long story short, you started dating Jungkook, and after a few months, it happened. You were at the company late at night, working there for a long time brought you more responsibilities, now you were part of the creative team and you had more work to do, so essentially, you needed to be there to get work done. That night, you happened to be walking around the guys studios, and the sweet sound of a melody caught your ear, it was Yoongi's piano, it was so late and you were so tired, you couldn't help but get close to hear. His door was opened, which was weird since it never was, you apologized for interrupting but surprisingly he asked you to enter, another weird thing since you were almost sure he didn't like you, he was just so cold and quiet around you, so you never really approached him properly.
—You should be home, what are you doing here?
He asked looking almost annoyed by your presence.
—I have work to do, I want to finish as much as possible, I didn't want to interrupt, I just heard the melody and couldn't help but get close I'll go now, in sorry...
You turned back to the door but his hand on your wrist stopped you, he dragged you and made you sit on the small bench.
He sad beside you and began to play, you were speechless, of course you were aware of the talent he had, and it was mesmerizing for you to hear him play and rap. Again, it all happened so fast yet you remember everything single thing as it was yesterday, he was playing and looked almost irreal, you were dating Jungkook, so you didn't know why those thoughts were appearing, you didn't notice the way he was looking at you, neither how close he was getting, one thing lead to another and when you least expected it, he kissed you, he closed the distance between you two and pressed his lips against yours, what where you doing?...
Tht night, you left without saying a word, feeling like a traitor for doing Jungkook so wrong, it was months later, when you found out, it was Jungkook's idea for that to happen, at first, you were angry because of how that made you feel, but later, you realized how if that didn't happen you wouldn't be where you are today.
And speaking of today... The memories of all those shared kisses between the two of you weren't helping your actual state.
You sighed remembering all that and couldn't help but think back to your first time with him.
Oh, that didn't improve your condition.
You sighed turning over in bed while Yoongi mumbled something in his sleep.
You pouted as you watched his sleepy face. His straight dark hair falling over his forehead. That perfect curve of his eyes, the adorable childlike shape of his little face, his small, pink lips hiding the sweetest smile you'd ever seen. And you couldn't help but lean in to kiss him softly. His eyelids twitched and you thought he would wake up, but soon his body relaxed back into deep sleep.
You should leave him alone.
Your failed again as you slowly pulled the comforter away from his body and lowered yourself to rest your head on his stomach. You smiled as you felt his belly rise and fall to the sound of his quiet breathing and then decided that Yoongi was too sexy to sleep in peace that morning.
Your hand descended to his gray sweatpants (which he had bought to sleep in because Yoongi hated to play sports and only did it in very specific situations) toward his crotch area. Your fingers ran along the fabric of the pants and you raised an eyebrow as you felt the hardness of dick beneath it. You bit your lower lip as your fingers molded to the shape of it and began to stroke gently moving your hand up and down.
A soft moan came from Yoongi's mouth and you laughed softly watching him sigh at the pleasant sensation. He was awake, but the sleepy smile he had on gave you the green light to play alone for the moment.
You licked your lips, stopping your hand movement to pull the pants down. You knew perfectly well that Yoongi only wore underwear when strictly necessary, so you weren't surprised that he wasn't wearing them.
His morning wood popped free, flopping onto his stomach. Your fingers grasped it again, this time feeling the warmth of his skin and you continued to stroke. The tip had a lovely dark pink color that was gradually fading as it moved down Yoongi's off-white colored shaft. That pale hue made the veins mark bluish under his skin and you loved it.
You were caressing in rapt fascination as if you were looking at a work of art by Renoir himself, but no, you were talking about Yoongi's dick.
You leaned in slowly, still stroking until your lips were pressed to the underside of his penis, almost at the end of the shaft and you kissed slowly, making sure they were tongue kisses. You moved up slowly, going all the way up the shaft and looked up to find Yoongi with his eyes fixed on you.
—Oh, keep going, pretend I'm not here.
He said, raising an eyebrow.
—I see you two are getting along really well.
You laughed softly, shook your head and watched his smile appear.
Every time he smiled, you wanted to eat it up.
No, not his smile.
You parted your lips to press the tip into them and Yoongi held his breath, hissing through his teeth. His knees bent a little and you repositioned yourself between his now spread legs to give you better access. You closed your eyes and decided to lose yourself in Yoongi's delicious salty taste, your head bobbing up and down in a slow but intense rhythm. That low sound coming from Yoongi's throat was extra motivation and every time he moaned it was a small victory for you. His fingers buried themselves in your hair, caressing it lovingly as you sucked, licked and kissed his erection passionately. You pulled it out of your mouth, never taking your eyes off Yoongi and with a smile, descended until your tongue caressed one of his testicles. Yoongi moaned throwing his head back on the pillow and you continued to lick and play with your tongue on his testicles while your hand masturbated his hard and now wet member by your saliva and his pre-seminal fluid.
—Fuck . He gasped, gritting his teeth
—What's wrong with you this morning?
You laughed softly, clearing your mouth so you could answer.
— I don't know, maybe it's my period.
You rested your hand on the mattress and with the other you grabbed his erection from the base to keep it still while you licked the tip briefly.
—My hormones are a bit altered...
You put the tip in your mouth listening to Yoongi's moan and resumed the rhythm by licking and sucking the sensitive head of his erection for about twenty seconds before pulling away for a few seconds and putting it back in your mouth, this time with the intention of seeing how deep you could take in his member.
You felt his whole body tense up at your attempt and his fingers tighten in your hair as your stubbornness ended up causing you to gag and you had to pull away coughing with tears in your eyes.
Mental note: Don't try to do everything you see in porn.
—Are you okay?
Yoongi sat up with a jump, leaning over you to check you weren't dying while you caught your breath.
Wow, nothing was as sexy as watching you struggle to keep from drowning like a trout out of water. You thought sarcastically.
—Better?
—Yes... yes.
—Good.
Your body was suddenly in the air for a few seconds before hitting the mattress so hard that you bounced off and it took you a few seconds to understand that it was Yoongi who had literally thrown you against him.
His mouth pressed against yours aggressively as he positioned himself on top of you and his lips moved down your neck as his hands kneaded your breasts on top of your clothes shamelessly.
—Yoongi...
you gasped, unable to help but find it difficult to speak while he was touching you like that. You heard a "huh" in your neck and your breath cut off as you felt his erection on your stomach.
— I...I got my period and....
He pulled away and you guessed he had forgotten that detail, with the way he was trying to fuck you.
—Is it because it hurts?
He said, looking at you.
—Ehmm...What?
—Singing in C major...
He rolled his eyes, looking almost annoyed
—C'mon, you know what I mean , what else would it be, doing it on your period.
You blinked in confusion.
—No... well, yes. I don't know. I've never done it. How should I know?
Yoongi frowned looking even more confused than you.
—What do you mean, you've never...? I thought you didn't want to do it because it hurt!
—What!? No! It was because men don't want to...you know, when the battlefield is all... bloody....
—What the fuck are you talking about?
Yoongi looked at you as if you were saying the Earth was flat, between a mixture of bewilderment and "you're a dumb ass". You loved him even when he used that expression.
—You know what? You can explain it to me later, I don't have the time right now.
You opened your eyes wide, parting your lips to ask him to wait but he didn't give you time to react. Your pants came down along with your panties and you were afraid to imagine what it would be like down there but you couldn't focus on the fear much longer because Yoongi had already penetrated you.
Then you realized that sound came out of your mouth.
You squealed.
Yoongi stood still and you could see the tension in his face when he didn't know how to interpret your scream.
—Are you...?
—FUCK YES.
A small chuckle of relief escaped him and his hands went to your hips clutching them in place to stop you moving and he began to set a slow but steady rhythm, starting softly.
You closed your eyes, whimpering his name, in pleasure. You couldn't quite explain what was happening but it was as if your sensitivity had increased threefold and you could feel even the texture of Yoongi's veins as he penetrated you.
Fuck, it was as if your vagina was so awake that all it needed to do was talk.
Your body squirmed as you moaned so loudly that someone in the building would probably have woken up because of you.
You couldn't have cared less though.
Yoongi's hands rested on either side of your head and he lowered himself until his face was inches from yours. You thought he wanted to kiss you, so you raised your head towards him but one of his hands clutched your jaw with some roughness, while the intensity of his eyes burned you.
—Don't you ever ask me again, let alone assume that anything about you or your body disgusts me, do you understand?
The grip on your jaw tightened to borderline painful and you loved it. You moaned softly closing your eyes as the rhythm of his hips continued and nodded weakly.
—Good, now turn around so I can fuck you properly.
You gasped as he released your face, so hard that your head fell back on the pillow and you hurried to sit up to follow his orders as soon as he was out of you.
As you did so, you caught the image of him naked, his firm erection stained red and his eyes full of desire. Something inside you grew warmer with that image. He didn't care.
He doesn't care.
You turned around, positioning yourself on your hands and knees and soon felt Yoongi lining up at your entrance to thrust inside you.
From then on there was no coherent thought. One of his hands gripped your hips, the other gathered your hair into a ponytail which he pulled frequently as he fucked you fast and hard from behind.
You whimpered, pleaded, moaned and screamed, but nothing seemed to arouse Yoongi's pity.
Until it was too much.
You cum like you could never remember before in your life and you were sure it might as well have been a micro faint when you fell onto the mattress. Yoongi carefully pulled out of you and ordered you not to move for a few seconds, until you felt the warm thickness of his cum fall on your back and ass. You heard his gasps as he patiently stroked himself, spilling every last drop on you.
Once he was done, he collapsed beside you on the mattress and looked down at you with a smile before moving in to kiss your lips sweetly.
You felt a warmth in your chest. Maybe it was your hormones making you too sentimental (among other things) or maybe it was the realization that Yoongi loved your body and your nature as a woman so much that your femininity was not a restriction to him.
You were always complaining that it wasn't, but the truth was that Yoongi was so romantic.
—a hundred and thirty five.
You furrowed your brow without understanding what he meant.
—Wh-what?
—On average, one fuck a day, during the four days of your menstruation, multiplied by the years we've been together. That's a hundred and thirty five fucks you owe me.
Okay, you might as well leave it at that Yoongi had his own unique way of being romantic.
And you loved it.
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TMNT Trick or Kink: The Halloween Extravaganza - Introduction
TURTLE DOVES!!!!
Part two.
For your viewing pleasure. (I hope 😂)
Part one: HERE
Part three: HERE
18+ content - for mature audiences only
Halloween Extravaganza - part 2
Fucking Job, you think to yourself as you shift and pull at the black corset that you swear is now permanently part of your body. He wasn't kidding when he said tight squeeze.
You turn and check yourself out in the mirror.
But damn, did he do a fabulous job.
You appreciate your own reflection, looking at all the fine details he added to your costume.
The tight leather pants with the animatronic tail.
The long, black leather gloves reaching all the way up to mid-bicep.
The absolutely stunning corset lined with faux fur and black rhinestones.
And the BOOTS!
Hot damn. They look like he borrowed them directly from Helen Parr, for crying out loud.
Of course, to top it off, he made faux fur ears to pull the outfit together.
A knock comes from the guest room door.
"Come in!" You say loudly.
Job comes in fully dressed in his costume, and you let out a chuckle.
"Very fitting," you tell the little man who is dressed like a Ringmaster.
"And you look like my main event," he says with a flirty wink. "Come and sit. I'm not done with you yet."
You sit on the stool for the vanity, and he adds some cat-eyed makeup to your eyes and fake eyelashes. He pulls out some professional-looking, makeup artist glue and glues whiskers on your cheeks. He finishes the look with a hot, red lipstick and some gloss.
He helps you up from the stool and takes a good look at the finished product.
"That man isn't gonna know what hit him," he says with a huge smile, clearly satisfied with his work.
You feel your cheeks heat up with his implications. Job knows you've only had eyes for one man these last couple of years, and he was currently downstairs awaiting your arrival.
You follow him to the door before he spins and says, "Wait! I almost forgot!"
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Job walks you down to the main entrance of the party hall, where Derek and Hector are waiting for you by the closed double doors.
You snicker at the sight of the pair of them.
Derek has on a one-piece jumpsuit of a sheep - that looks more like pajamas - fully equipped with the hood that adorns two cute fluffy ears.
And Hector is wearing a huge cloth diaper - held together with a giant diaper pin - and a bonnet. A pacifier is on a string around his neck.
By the time you get to them, you're cackling because they look like absolute idiots.
"You two embarrass me," grumbles Job, shaking his head in disbelief at their costume choices.
"What?! I'm a wolf in sheep's skin!" Derek defends himself, making you giggle again.
"And what about you?" Job accuses more than asks the shark-man.
"You said you wanted sexy costumes!" Hector replies, eyes wide.
Now you're roaring with laughter as Job says deadpan, "That is not sexy."
As you're trying to collect yourself, Job is apologizing and regretfully informing you that he must send you with those two while he makes his grand entrance.
"Oh good! I haven't missed the big reveal!" Sean calls from behind you.
You and Job turn around simultaneously as the two bodyguards snicker.
"Oh, for the LOVE OF…" Job stresses, slapping a hand over his face.
"What?! It's my work uniform!" Sasses the small man that's dressed up like a leprechaun.
He hurries over to where you're all gathered, taking a good look at you in your costume.
"wOAh… Hope you're ready for all the cat calls," he says, wiggling his eyebrows at you while Job groans at his friend's terrible joke.
Job bids you adieu and sends you through the party room entrance with the three stooges.
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You're seated at a table directly next to the giant stage that’s in the center of the party room, sipping your drink and wondering where the guys are, when the lights in the room dim.
"Witches and Zombies! Goblins and Spirits! Ghouls ALL over the age of 21!" You chuckle at the creative Ringmaster opening as you hear Job's voice over the surround sound loudspeakers from every corner of the room. "Welcome… To the Jobiathan Halloween EXTRAVAGANZA!" He announces, illuminated by a spotlight as he's lowered into the room on a cable - his foot in a small loop, holding the cable with one hand and the other spread out to the audience - like the showman he is.
The room, packed with hundreds of tables of costumed guests, erupts in cheers as Job's feet meet the 360⁰ stage in the center of the room.
"This year, we have a MULTITUDE of fabulous things to do around the Jobiathan Estate!" He gushes, a huge smile dancing across his face. "Find your way through the Forbidden Forest! Glance into the scrying pool and have your fortune told! Meander the Magician's Maze and Trick or Treat in the Hallway of Terrors!" He tells the crowd through their excited oohs and ahhs.
"Be sure to visit Cadaver Cafe for a spooky snack, and Poisons and Potions has all your adult beverage favorites!" He continues. "BUT! Before you get lost in the fun… As promised… This year's sexy surprise…."
The room is suddenly bathed in pitch black as all the lights click off. They are quickly replaced by five spotlights, creating a circle around the little blue Ringmaster.
Under each of those lights, a huge box rises up from the stage floor, and you see Sean has now joined Job on stage.
"I introduce to you… The Extra…. In my Halloween Extravaganza…"
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I got invited to Renfaire for fantasy weekend at the last minute this year by an old friend and it's been the first time in years that I've been strong enough to go to an event like this without the risk of incapacitation for 8+ days or after. I have a weird immune condition that reacts to stress but also physical pressure and makes all this horrific, immobilizing, on fire-inflammation when it's triggered (this is important for later). Wearing heeled shoes almost invariably do this, even short, comfy ones.
I haven't cosplayed since the Homestuck Days but I was insanely excited to go and despite the strictures of a newish full time job (when does a job stop being new? I still feel new. Ive been at this for almost four months? Feck). Now, one thing my friends know of me is that when it comes to creative things, the unhealthful combination of insecurity and vanity make it near impossible for me to not over-commit myself to an artistic folly.
So I quickly assembled a Very Cool Classic-ish Satyr costume. It includes these great furry legs with a fun little tail. I got an awesome black huipil with hand embroidered flowers on it, a cool little corsety belt. Ears and little deer horns that were brown with silver tips. Did nails to match. I had fangs in, red contacts to match the flowers on my huipil.
And then there were. The hooves.
They are made out of tall, heavy bottomed pumps with the heel sawed off. The hoof part is made of heavy resin with hot glue for traction. So you're on the balls of your feet without the heel, which is fine for flat surfaces. Flat.
My stupid ass thought it was a great idea to wear these to Renfaire. I have never been. But I was warned by concerned experienced people at the costume supply store where I picked up a staff real quick (because it did take me like three weeks to realize I'd ASSUREDLY need one for balance to walk extended distance) that the site this year was a bumpy field full of loose gravel and dust. I have a high pain tolerance! I want compliments.
The walk from our parking space to the fair itself was excruciating. It wasn't painful--yet--just slow going and stupid because as sure-footed as I am I had to be careful to not roll and break my god damn ankles because of the hilly, pockmarked field where the divots are hidden by hay, grass and gravel.
I walked over a mile and a half in these things over that terrain. I sure got my fucking compliments!! Concerned merchants asked me to sit on their couches (I did). People took pictures, little kids liked my hooves. But I ended up needing a trip to the first aid tent because I developed a savage blister that with all the dust needed cleaning and the Reaction on the other foot. My friend, the fairy queen and my handler for all intents and purposes plopped me at the bleachers where they were doing the jousts and horse stuff for an hour to go get the backup outfit (and it gave her a chance to wander freely at not a glacial pace and catch up with some of her people).
I knew I was going to Suffer so I was in for a penny in for a pound. But all of this is just the precursor to the more succinct truth of the experience. I was smiling the whole time because everyone, even in the blistering heat, was SO happy to be there.
Ive never seen such unfettered and shirtless joy at an event. Everyone of every age, every size from tiny little ones bouncing with their fairy wings to ancient grannies tottering around in shiny wire crowns and trailing gowns in the white dust. Fat and thin alike people wearing resplendent outfits furnished with body paint and chains with big old thigh slits and intense makeup. Mermaids with glittering tails and wheelchairs fashioned into shelled thrones, druids with a private forest festooning their walkers. Everyone yelling, singing, everyone playing and committing to the bit and having a grand old time. It made everyone, absolutely everyone in melting makeup and beginning stages of sunburn absolutely beautiful!
One of of the merchants I liked best was standing outside his and his partners tent--some kind of clothier making beautiful jackets. He had this great druid beard and playful blue eyes, and he stopped me as we were walking and earnestly approached me with, "Have you seen the coat we made for you? :3 and pulling a coat about my size off the rack, "As you can see there's a slit in the back, perfect for your tail!"
And breaking character for a second he was like "Seriously, regardless of if you get anything you're always free to use our couch to rest."
Everything was so gosh darned cute. Everyone was so unashamed and having fun. I got to do a Haggle on behalf of my much shyer friend. Since i was already in for pain I thought I'd try mead and see how my system handled it and it was fine! I got halfway to tipsy in the sweltering shadow of the beer garden and screamed myself hoarse (as you do! Being a good audience member is the least one can do for any performance! Clap and scream!!) in the stands at the joust where hot men on horses performed some genuinely incredible and dangerous combat re-enactments.
Today, I can barely walk and I have reactivity on my left hand because of how hard I had to hold my staff. So Im staying back in shady spots today with a wifi hotspot (SINCE APPARENTLY VERIZON DOESNT HAVE SERVICE OUT HERE?? THE ONLY PROVIDER THAT DOESNT). But man. Absolutely worth it. I want to go again so badly, with more friends for another few days of exuberant crafts, and play in this magical place of creativity yess--but its a magical little kingdom absent of shame.
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Chapter Eighteen - Brown.
Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.
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That’s never a good sign. “Talk to me… maybe I can help?” Venable would be the first one to admit she didn’t give good advice—mostly because she didn’t have any practice in it—but Billie Dean made her want to try.
With a deep breath, Billie Dean stared at their fingers. The sight was becoming familiar. “I just can’t be late.”
“What’s the worst that can happen if you’re late?” Wilhemina’s therapist always asked her that, and so she assumed it’d be a good idea to ask Billie Dean back.
“Carmen will kill me.”
“So what? There’s no show without you.”
“I know, but… but I c-can’t.” It simply wasn’t an option for Billie Dean. She knew how the producers were, how they talked about her and how the gossip flew. Being deemed ‘hard to work with’ was something it took a long time to recover from. “The producers won’t like it. There’s a lot of m-money and time involved. People are c-counting on me.” Breathing was becoming harder. She reached to open the window with her free hand.
The way Billie Dean had begun to stutter was concerning, and Wilhemina knew that way too well. She squeezed Billie’s hand again, trying to get her attention. “And who can you count on?”
Brown eyes moved to Wilhemina again. Who could Billie Dean count on? The disgusted face Carmen and the makeup artist had done the night prior flashed in her mind. Billie frowned for a second before shaking her head. “That’s not how i-it works.”
It should be. But Venable wasn’t going to say that; not in the state Billie was. She needs to calm down. Sense was going to be a priority some other time. “Billie Dean, we’re almost there. If anything, you can blame being late on me.” The simple offer caused the corners of Billie’s lips to turn up slightly. She nodded, but her nervous state didn’t allow her to say anything. The air coming from the window seemed to refuse to enter her lungs, and with a huff she reached to open it a little more. Wilhemina kept a close eye on her. “What’s wrong?”
“I c-can’t breathe properly.” Billie Dean leaned closer to the glass, eyes closing as she tried taking deep breaths.
This is clearly an anxiety attack. Did Billie even know that? Venable knew it had taken a while for her to understand her own. I don’t think another worry right now is a good idea. What could Wilhemina do? I need to distract her. “Uh…” Oh! “I’m looking forward to McDonald’s today. What’s your favorite thing there?” Venable’s cheeks tinted at her poor attempt. Shame crawled in, but it was soon replaced with joy when Billie Dean turned to look at her with a glimpse of excitement in her eyes.
“Definitely the f-fries.” Billie didn’t have to think about it. And Wilhemina realized that, perhaps, she wasn’t even aware she had been stuttering. “The ice cream i-is pretty good, too.” She took another deep breath.
“I’m not used to fried food.”
“Oh, but McDonald’s fries a-are the eighth wonder,” Billie Dean teased. “They never grow old. Literally.”
“Uh?”
Billie Dean let out a laugh, and even though Venable didn’t understand why, she was glad her stupid conversation seemed to have been helping. “Too many chemicals. That’s what makes it taste so good, though.”
“If you say so…” Wilhemina frowned. Billie Dean kept on smiling, eyes on hers. She should wear a ponytail more often. The blonde locks were gorgeous, but her face in display was even more. “What about the burgers?”
“They’re fine. But the meat is… suspicious.”
“Is this supposed to make me want to try it more?” Wilhemina held back a chuckle and arched her eyebrows. Billie Dean smirked cheekily, and they both let out a laugh. Their fingers bounced together, caressing one another.
“That’s the deal with McDonald’s. You’ll get it when you try it.” I feel better. The breeze coming from the window was a little chilly, so Billie Dean closed it.
Weirdly, Venable felt proud of herself. She couldn’t remember the last time it had happened, for the feeling was so unusually good. She’s feeling better. Wilhemina Venable had managed to help someone. Alone. With words. It was an accomplishment, really. “Okay.” She nodded. Billie Dean nodded back, and with their eyes locked, she winked at Wilhemina again. I love when she does that.
“We’re arriving, ladies,” the driver announced.
Billie Dean nodded and quickly pulled away to fix her hair and outfit. She sat up a little better, which caused Venable to sigh to herself; the anxiety for sure was back on. The car had barely stopped when Carmen came running to them.
“Billie Dean! We are ten minutes late on schedule!” Carmen harshly opened the door and pulled Billie by the arm.
“Ow—hold on.” Billie Dean quickly unbuckled herself, for she was nearly being dragged by Carmen. They walked inside, and she could hear Wilhemina rushing close behind.
“Hold on?!” Carmen stopped in place and turned to face Billie Dean. “We are late on schedule. What part of it didn’t you understand?”
Billie Dean gulped dry. Her chest felt heavy again. “I—“
“We could have avoided that by finishing filming yesterday.“ Frustrated, Carmen let her arms fall beside her body. Standing a little behind, Wilhemina began seeing red; she squeezed the cane.
“I… I couldn’t. I w-was almost fainting.” Billie Dean’s body shrank. She took a ragged breath, feeling her lungs refusing to fill with air.
“So what?! Do you really think you’re the only one who works long hours?!” Carmen took a step closer. “We spent the whole night preparing the cameras and the set for you to come and look pretty. You puked, big deal!” She rolled her eyes.
Billie Dean bit her lower lip. Her eyes wanted to grow teary, but she refused to allow them to do so. “I d-didn’t just p-puke…” she said in an attempt to defend herself, but her voice came so weak and trembled so much she felt it would have been best to stay quiet, for now she looked so absolutely pathetic. And Wilhemina didn’t understand; she didn’t understand how the strong woman she had met got so small in the workplace.
“Yeah, right,” Carmen scoffed. “We’ve worked together before, Billie Dean. You’re getting cockier by the time.” She crossed her arms.
“That is enough.” Venable’s voice was loud and firm as she walked to them. Carmen looked at Wilhemina up and down, and Venable felt her jaw getting so tight she feared she’d break a molar. “Who do you think you are to talk about Billie Dean like that? Don’t you have eyes to see she was clearly struggling yesterday?”
“Oh, please.” Carmen chuckled. And her chuckle was so conceited Venable held back the urge to punch that woman in the face right then and there. “I’m the producer. The one who pays for this to happen.” She gesticulated with her hand towards the room.
“Wilhemina,” Billie Dean murmured. But Venable didn’t hear.
“Well, producer, I don’t see how a show is possible without someone talented to entertain the audience.” Venable stood straight, chest puffing out. “Billie Dean has a crowd for a reason. What is your money without her talent?”
“You’ve got a lot of nerve.” Carmen hissed as she took a step closer to Wilhemina.
Venable didn’t even flinch. She kept on staring straight at Carmen’s eyes. Billie Dean, however, took a step closer to Wilhemina and one forward towards Carmen, putting herself between them. “Ever since we’ve gotten here, all I’ve seen is Billie Dean being treated like a product, with no regard for her health. Which is really interesting, considering I am the Human Resources Executive of Billie Dean Howard & Co..”
“Wilhemina,” Billie Dean said again, a little louder this time as she stared at Venable. Her palms had began to sweat.
Eyeing Billie Dean once, Wilhemina continued, sight fixated on Carmen. “How interesting would that be for your business to have people know just how much you take into consideration your partners’ well being… don’t you think?”
Carmen’s face had grown red from anger. Her nostrils flared. “My partners’ well being is always taken into consideration when necessary.” She looked over to Billie Dean. “You should know better than that, Billie Dean. You’re no fresh face in this industry.”
“Do not talk to her like that.” It was a warning; Wilhemina was making it pretty clear. “Without Billie Dean, you have no show. So, I suggest you to listen when she speaks, specially when she says she’s not feeling well enough to keep filming.” It was visible how much Carmen was tensing her jaw, for her neck kept on moving. The words seemed to have been enough to quiet her down, for she didn’t say anything else. “I hope there won’t be a next talk.” With another flare of her nostrils, Carmen nodded once. “Good.” Venable simply turned around and walked to the chair at the corner of the room.
What just happened? Billie Dean didn’t know how to act; what to feel, what to say. Quietly, she followed to her dressing room.
During makeup and hair, Carmen didn’t say a word to her. Billie Dean sat there in silence, contemplating what Wilhemina had just done. Part of her wanted to panic; wanted to tell Venable to never do that again, for the burden of being someone deemed hard to work with was one she had carried before and didn’t enjoy one bit. But another part couldn’t help but lift the corners of her lips up… people didn’t stand up for her like that, not out of pure kindness and concern. Standing up when you wanted something was easy, but because you genuinely cared was something else. I’m screwed. Her chest still quivered, but the more she thought about Wilhemina, the more she calmed down. And the fact that the house was now clean also helped.
In her usual spot at the corner of the room, Wilhemina sat down with the MacBook on her lap. As she turned it on, Emma’s name popped in her screen; she had completely forgotten to check her texts last night. Shit. With her lip between her teeth, Venable began to read the notifications: ’I just got home. Thinking of you.’ read the first one, ‘I hope you’re alright. Miss hearing from you.’ accompanied with that one came a picture of Emma holding Dots close to her chest. Wilhemina bit her lower lip as she scrolled further down. ’Good morning, beautiful… did I do something wrong?’ There Emma was, asking that same question again. ’I’ll leave you alone… but you could at least tell me what I did…’ Venable let out a groan. Quickly, she began to type: ’Emma, I am so sorry. Billie Dean nearly fainted last night and I had to help her get settled back on. You didn’t do anything wrong, I just couldn’t really grab my phone.’ That wasn’t good enough. Wilhemina bit her lip and began typing again. ’How are you? How was work? How’s the kitten? Tell me, I want to know.’ After hitting send, Venable leaned back on the chair. I always make people feel bad. But it hadn’t been her fault this time… her phone wasn’t a priority when she was around Billie Dean. And just as she clicked on the report to keep on writing it, her phone began to buzz in her pocket; quickly, she reached for it. It was Emma. Wilhemina frowned and hesitantly picked it up. “Hello?”
“Hi,” Emma said from the other side, clearly a little bit shy. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you… I just want to know if everything is alright.”
Fuck. Venable felt even worse, now. “You’re not bothering, it’s okay.” It wasn’t necessarily true, but Wilhemina figured she should give Emma a few words of affirmation. “It’s been busy here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Mhm.” Venable listened closely as Emma seemed to sigh on the other side. I should talk more. She had learned her quiet ways were not the best. “I was helping Billie Dean.”
“Is she feeling better?”
“Yes. We’ll wrap up filming and then have lunch.”
“I miss having lunch with you… work is quite boring without you around.”
Venable’s cheeks tinted a little. She bit her lower lip, mind going back to their time in the bakery. “I miss lunch with you, too. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“It’s a date, then.”
Wilhemina chuckled softly. “Alright… bye.”
“Bye, gorgeous.”
Gorgeous. It was nice how much Emma liked Venable; her chest always felt a little tighter from joy. Before she could dwell much on the topic, however, Billie Dean approached her in a robe, hair already curled and face still fresh. She smiled down at Wilhemina. “It’s my turn to spoil you,” she teased, and as she said that she leaned to hand her a donut wrapped in a napkin.
With her cheeks reddening even more, Venable looked up at Billie Dean. She looks prettier by the second. “Spoil me?”
“Mhm. You’re always making sure I eat… It’s my turn, now.” She paused. “And also my way of thanking you.”
“For what?” Venable carefully took a first bite.
Billie Dean shrugged, and her eyes moved away from Wilhemina’s face. “Standing up for me.”
Venable shook it off. “It was nothing.”
“It’s more than people do.”
“You deserve to be around people who’ll have your back.”
Billie Dean grew quiet. She contemplated her thoughts, brown eyes slowly going back to Venable. You. Slowly, she nodded. “Maybe I do.”
“You do.” Wilhemina took another bite. “Thank you for the donut, Billie Dean.”
“Thank you, Wilhemina.” With a small smile, Billie Dean followed back to her dressing room. I want to be around her. Decided to actually do something about her feelings, it felt like something had been lifted off of Billie’s shoulders. She smiled to herself as she finished getting ready and, when she began to film, everything felt fine. Brown eyes eyed Venable from time to time, eventually meeting hers right back. I can’t believe I’m going to go for it. Their conversation had been a dealbreaker, as well as the way Venable hadn’t batted an eye when standing up for her. This time, filming went by smoothly—with no entities in the house, Billie could think better. Wilhemina kept on watching Billie Dean from time to time, making sure she was alright. When the director yelled the last ‘cut’ of the day and wrapped it up, Billie Dean quickly walked to Venable. “McDonald’s?” she asked with a playful smile.
“McDonald’s,” Wilhemina nodded.
“I’ll go get changed.” With a wink, Billie Dean walked away.
Venable chuckled to herself. She set her MacBook back into her purse and got up to stretch her back. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she reached for it only to see a notification from Emma: ’Lunch time :)’ attached to the text was a picture of Emma in the company’s bathroom, smiling brightly as she was wearing a beautiful winter dress and boots. Wilhemina bit her lower lip. How is she even interested in me? While waiting for Billie Dean, she typed back an answer. ’Lunch time here, too. You look gorgeous.’ It was a true compliment. Venable opened the picture again; her eyes went over to the small patch of milky skin on display, right between the high-knee boots and the warm dress. She licked her lips involuntarily, sight moving up to her waist and arms—how fit were Emma’s arms, toned and strong. Clearing her throat, Wilhemina got back to the messages. Billie Dean’s legs are prettier. There was no doubt in Wilhemina’s mind, even if she hadn’t really seen them. Before she could put her phone into her pocket again, another text from Emma came: ’Look who’s talking!’ followed by it, came another one, ‘You could send me a picture of yourself… I miss seeing your beautiful face.’ Venable’s whole body warmed up. She bit her inner cheek a little more harshly now and tried to stop the increasing redness of her cheeks. Oh God. She sat back on the chair, for she assumed she’d be able to think better that way. And then, shyly, she began to type: ’For real?’ It seemed fair to ask. Why would that woman want to see her face? Does she… am I… does she really think I’m beautiful? The concept was so damn foreign. Soon enough, Emma answered her: ’Of course! Have you seen yourself?!’ Venable gulped. Her lips wanted to curve into a smile, and although Wilhemina bit her lower lip in order to stop it, it happened anyways. Okay. I can do that. Emma was safe. With somewhat shaky hands, Venable opened her camera and fixed her hair. Without smiling much, she took a picture and quickly sent it to Emma, for if she thought much about it she was sure she would give up on the idea.
“Taking a selfie, huh?” Billie Dean’s words came out of nowhere, causing Wilhemina’s body to jump up as she put her phone away. Billie let out a chuckle. “You look beautiful, indeed.” Venable couldn’t physically bring herself to answer to that; taking a picture of herself was already a huge step, and being caught on doing so left her feeling so absolutely stupid. Thankfully, Billie was excited about their lunch. “So, ready to try the infamous McDonald’s?”
Letting out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding, Wilhemina nodded. “Y-yes.” Thank God. She gulped and got up, recomposing herself as she gathered her stuff. It’s just Billie Dean. Calm down. If Venable had learned anything this past day, was that Billie Dean was the closest she had of feeling comfortable around someone. “Are you—are you feeling better?”
“Much better,” Billie nodded. And part of her felt silly for blaming her feelings towards Venable for that, but it was the truth. How could Billie Dean not want to be around someone who made her feel so worth it?
“Did Carmen say anything else to you?”
“No. I think she got the message.”
Opening a somewhat proud smile, Wilhemina nodded. “Good.”
Billie Dean nodded back and began guiding them outside. No one stopped to talk to them about the wrap, but quite honestly, right now Billie didn’t care. Once they got to the car, the driver helped them get inside and Billie told him to follow to the closest McDonald’s. The ride started. Alright. If you’re going to do it, do it. Was Billie Dean sure of what she was feeling? She thought so. And besides, you can’t aim for the temple; you find a good spot, perhaps with water nearby, and then you build the temple. No one finds the temple right away. Slowly, she slipped her hand closer to Venable. They had held hands before, but this time it felt different; and Billie Dean found herself a little nervous. Not now. Wilhemina was quick to see the offer and, without thinking much, she slipped her fingers between Billie Dean’s—it was natural, now. After only a day, it had become organic. And it was scary to Venable but it also felt so damn good that she decided that, perhaps, she deserved to feel good for once. Billie Dean smiled. “You have beautiful hands,” she said softly.
Wilhemina turned to look at her. She chuckled a little. “You think?”
“Mhm.”
“That’s the first time I hear that.”
Billie Dean shrugged. “I think hands are very peculiar… they say a lot about a person.”
Venable had never thought about it that way. She had her fair share of appreciation for beautiful fingers, but it didn’t go beyond that. Billie Dean always had something interesting to say, which not many people did. “I think I can see what you mean.” Hands reflected a person’s story, after all; callouses, ink, nails… everything. Her brown eyes fell to their intertwined fingers, and the contrast caused Wilhemina to chuckle. “What a contrast.”
Billie Dean followed Venable’s gaze. She let out a chuckle back. “Peculiar,” she repeated.
Wilhemina’s brown eyes moved up to Billie Dean’s face. She smiled a little, and when equally brown eyes met hers, she didn’t look away. I like her a lot. Billie offered a smile back. “Peculiar,” she nodded.
Billie Dean bit her lower lip, sight still on Wilhemina. I could kiss her right now. It was scary, how much Billie wanted to do it. Relationships had been so complex for her in the past, but the prospect of trying one with Venable was so… simple. Easy. And they hadn’t even kissed yet, let alone had Billie Dean figured out whether or not the feeling was mutual. And that was too fast, but she still craved for it; she craved for Wilhemina’s attention, for no one treated her like she did. I’m falling too fast. Billie had so many things to think and find out about Venable, hell she didn’t even know what Wilhemina had with Emma. What if she likes Emma? Billie Dean didn’t know what they had been up to, after all. Her insides twisted uncomfortably. Maybe I shouldn’t. She looked down at their hands. Does she hold hands with anybody? The answer was a simple no in Billie Dean’s mind, given everything she had learned and seen from Venable so fast, but Wilhemina hadn’t hesitated when holding her hand. That was confusing. And now Billie Dean wanted to know more. “Do you enjoy holding hands?”
Venable held back a frown. What? Why was Billie Dean asking her such a question? “What do you mean?”
“Just… you know,” Billie Dean shrugged. “We are holding hands a lot…”
The words made it painfully aware to Wilhemina that what they were doing wasn’t, quote on quote, normal. Suddenly, her fingers didn’t fit as well between Billie Dean’s. “Uh… I’m sorry.” She began to pull her hand away, but Billie held it back.
“I didn’t say I don’t like it,” Billie quickly amended. Wilhemina still stared at her with a confused look, and Billie Dean wished she had just stayed quiet. I made things weird. She had to fix it. “I meant I don’t see you as the type to just hold anyone’s hand like that.” By the intensified frown on Venable’s face, Billie grasped she was still making things worse. Fuck. “What I mean to ask,” once again, her words came quickly. “Is if, perhaps, I am someone who makes you feel comfortable to be around.” Billie Dean’s cheeks tinted.
Wilhemina was still trying to process the question. The frown was still printed on her features as she thought about what Billie Dean was actually asking her. The words had been so unnecessarily confusing. After a minute, she nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes?” That’s all?
“Yes.”
Billie Dean licked her lips. She wanted more. “So… you don’t hold hands with just anyone?” she teased, hoping that Wilhemina would take it the right way. It was a risky move, but thankfully Venable let out a chuckle. Thank God.
“No, Billie Dean. I do not.” Is she insecure about me? How on Earth could Billie Dean be insecure about Wilhemina, when she could have any friend in the world? Venable’s brain refused to process it. In a more serious note, Wilhemina continued. “You… you make me feel comfortable, yes. Which is—is not an easy task.” God knows she knew.
Now Billie Dean was happy. Her smile grew a little more. “I’m glad.” She gave Venable’s hand a tiny squeeze. “So do you… to me. It’s hard feeling like I’m enough with just who I am. You make me feel enough.”
You make me feel enough. When did Wilhemina imagine she would ever make someone feel enough? She rarely ever felt if herself. Holding back a toothy grin, Venable squeezed Billie’s hand back. “You are enough.”
“Sometimes.”
“Always.”
“Er…” Billie Dean groaned teasingly. Wilhemina shot her a stern, playfully look. She chuckled. “Alright… thank you.”
“You don’t have to keep thanking me, Billie Dean.”
Billie Dean. “And you don’t have to keep calling me Billie Dean, Wilhemina Venable,” Billie teased yet again, for she wanted to keep the mood light and definitely didn’t want to go into specifics of why she thanked Venable so much.
Wilhemina let out a laugh. “It is not the same.”
“Feels the same to me.” Billie Dean wiggled her eyebrows. Venable rolled her eyes as she laughed. When had Wilhemina felt so comfortable?
“We’re arriving, ladies.” The driver burst their bubble, and soon enough he was parking in front of a McDonald’s. They stepped outside, and Billie let him know the hour of their flight and the hour he needed to come back. Once everything was settled, Billie Dean guided them inside.
“The smell of happiness,” Billie teased as she took a deep breath. Venable chuckled. She looked around, and funny enough it looked just like she had seen in the movies; only then she realized she had never been at a fast food place. Indeed, the place had a certain smell, but Wilhemina would classify it as more greasy than happy. “Let’s order.” Billie guided them to one of the self ordering digital totems and began to choose her order. Venable watched as her fingers tapped on the screen, scrolling through the various items. “Do you want me to order the same thing for you? It’s my favorite, and the best thing to get here.” Wilhemina nodded. “Alright.” Quickly, Billie Dean finished her order.
“Let me pay.” Venable reached for her purse, but Billie Dean shook her head.
“Nonsense. You’re my guest.”
“Billie Dean, come on.”
Billie only shook her head as she swiped the card and waited for the receipt to come out. Once it did, she guided them to a table near the screens. “Now we wait for our number.” Venable nodded yet again. She kept on watching the people around them, paying attention to the decorations and all the food. She had to agree it all looked delicious. And fast, for in less than five minutes their food was set. Billie Dean grabbed the tray. “Should we sit in a quieter area?”
“I think that’s best.”
“Me too.” Finding a table on the back of the restaurant, Billie Dean set their tray and sat down. Wilhemina did the same. With a bright smile, she looked at Venable. “Ready?”
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NO BCZ LOOK!!! AHHH- 😭😭
I don't think she's understanding 😭 ykw I've totally given up ATP whatever happens happens. This adult life is hard bro 😭 i can't believe I'm gonna turn 19 someday 20 DOESN'T SEEM FAR AWAY IM- 😭
I'm scared to work honestly, first of all its gonna take a lot of time to actually find one and when I do find one how TF am I gnna socialize, what if I mess up and stuff YK i overthink beyond my own good 😭 but I've still got it together.
Oh damn those are some good ass certificate options but I was thinking of something related to creative things, like..graphic designing or maybe makeup skills. Girl,everyone has been telling me to do that bcz they say "you have great makeup skills" bcz one time I put on amazing eyeliner 😭 it literally took me like 15 min to do both eyes but I think I might try tht too, imma do everything i cn. EVERYTHING!!! NO FCUK MY RELATIVES DISRESPECTFULLY 🙄 my dad is always cool with whtv descision I take but then mum is always like "maybe u shouldn't.." MOM!! 😭
OMG YES I WEAR MY MOM'S JEWELLERY TOO!! 😭 YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME!! I rmr, i wore my mum's choodha gurl it was so beautiful them red bangles Ohhhh 😭
See my grandmother was like the it girl of our family I'm not even kidding, her style choice, was elite and she gv me those b&w movie actresses vibes, and she was literally the queen. I was her favourite. Ahem, and yeah, so she was also a little petite and skinny so many of my relatives say tht I look like her which is like the biggest compliment ever bcz imo she's the most gorgeous person ever.
And so my mom made me wear her saree and...😭 God, I felt amazing!!
OMG YES PLS DO SEND ME EM I AM HAVING THE URGE TO SEND YOU SO MANY PICTURES OF MY PINTEREST BOARD IVE SPECIFICALLY DEDICATED TO CLOTHES 😭
Yes I think I might be turning into a woman 😭 (OBV I AM!) if you look into my closet I only hv dresses and hoodies and tops and pants, you won't believe i wore a fucking dress to my cousin's engagement 😭 and i was the only one wearing a dress. Which i honestly don't resent but, sometimes I do wish, that I dressed up beautifully and traditionally.
Bro seonghwa is 6 yrs older thn me which is fine for me 😭 considering, my parents hv the same age gap [I'm just stating this I promise I'm not a delulu, (or am i?]
hello 😭😭😭 as i was answering this i saw the one u just sent dvabdh
DO NOT. EVEN. BEGIN.
LMFAOOOO no cause yeah whatever happens happens, what can we even do 😭😭STOP bc when u hit 20, i shed actual tears bc in a few years i gotta marry someone found leave MY ROOM?????? The whole “aged 20 years, but my parents aged too” hit me also, pls be prepared for it <3
I'm scared to work honestly, first of all its gonna take a lot of time to actually find one and when I do find one how TF am I gnna socialize, what if I mess up and stuff YK i overthink beyond my own good 😭 but I've still got it together.
GIRL use the brown parents connections? your dads friends office job? ur moms neighbours store, anywhere literally somehow someone knows someone?? nepotism, give kjo a fight,,,wait no those are also good courses to do! omg u could be a make up artist and teach me 🥰,, SEE IF UR GOOD AT WHY NOT??? the market is huge, weddings happen every day, u can absolutely do and get the $$$ the graphic design one omg pls also do that, u can start ur own lil Etsy shop and sell ur designs?
“OMG YES I WEAR MY MOM'S JEWELLERY TOO!! 😭 YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME!! I rmr, i wore my mum's choodha gurl it was so beautiful them red bangles Ohhhh 😭”
STOPPP THEY GOT THOSE VINTAGE GOLD AND PEARL CHOKERS AND EARRINGS AND THOSE HUGE NECKLACES FAAAMM THIS IS THE BEST THING TO EXPERIENCE!!! omg???? those must the so pretty 😭😭😭 did ur mo wear a pink, red or a rusty orange wedding outfit?? i always see those colours and its always moms who wore those colours who were baddies,,, WHY DO ALL GRANDMAS HAVE THE BEST SAREES????? those banarasi ones >>>>>>>> ur grandma it girl rightfully so, got ur grandpa wrapped around her finger,, u need to tell me ur style icon omg any actress
girl u better mf gatekeep these acc OKAY PLS FBDNBV heres a rly good suits store, super pretty lehenga’s from here (i have the first one and it’s GODLY) some jewelry stores,, (they’re all based in india so it should be easy to ship unlike me who hotta spend 100$ for shippings 😭) LET ME SEE UR PINTEREST BOARD PHOTOS I WILL EXPOSE MINE NFGBDBFQJ it is a process, ur growing, this is so fun jvjvjvk
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-ma’am just wear shorts these jeans are horrible
-come on promotion with benefits🙌🏾
-why does she sound like this???
-mama trash I’m calling it now
-ms. Ford thought that chocolate was up for grabs
-y’all doing this during an open house???
-not calling her by the wrong borough??
-Emory is fine👀
-this sex scene is 🥴
-RIP to Emory
-she really don’t want that baby😭
-these wigs🙃
-Lolo me😂 I drop the kids gifts off and dip
-Idk why Ms. Ford thought Harlem would do brunch with her
-Here comes native boo aka Scott the weed man
-Run Harlem Run!!
-the makeup artist giving a monologue like he in Pose
-Harlem a little soft in the head
-Ray mad disrespectful
-Native boo to the rescue
-(tiny annoying ass voice he means)
-I can tell Native boo crazy and mad abusive
-not taking random drugs??
-THEY SHOOTING😭😭
-Run Harlem
-Lolo charging a deposit and running late 😒typical
-the way she yelped when he pushed her😂😂
-these sex scenes are truly 🥴
-Scott know he got kids somewhere 😒
-not calling that woman mama then lying about his job
-act 3 should have been called mask off
-This line!!!!!!😂😂😂😂😂
-how you slap this woman then ask her if she hungry🥴
-is that Young Joc🧐
-is that C murder??? He out??
-please don’t beat her for fixing that man a plate of food!!!!
-oh he crazy crazy
-talk to me with lowercase letters😂😂😂
-oh no🫣
-was he not there when Scott started beating her???
-ain’t nobody listening to what his ex is saying???
-not got the child playing around drugs
-Run Harlem Run
-I knew he was gonna get her
-she need to ask the ex how she escaped
-I hope she taking birth control cause she do NOT need to get pregnant by him
-I knew her mama was dense
-Scott lying his ass off
-nothing but bird behavior
-Harlem is just dense like her mama
-not Lolo mad she avoids her shop so she don’t get beat
-I knew he been cheating on her
-Lolo that insurance money is for Harlem and her child not to put y’all on
-not Jamal sick Jesus😔
-the doctor fine👀
-listen to him Harlem!!!
-beat her ass!!!
-Scott went from begging like Keith sweat to threatening like Ike Turner back to Keith sweat
-yass plan your escape! build that business! leave that man!
-why would throw a going away party knowing your daughter is trying to run and hide from this man???
-Lolo truly ain’t shit😒
-why do people think she gotta share her money
-I knew chocolate was in the streets
-Idk why people wanna be with Scott ass so bad
-why are y'all telling people where y'all going???
-don't leave that man with them kids
-Everybody is dense😣
-Scott looks good in this hat but it's still a no for me
-This movie too damn long
-lolo why are you still here???
-not the baby😱😱😱
-Well Lolo🤷🏽♀️
-😱😱😱
I blame the mama.
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Part five: The one who belongs to someone else.
Introduction. Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four.
Paring: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Timothee Chalamet x Pedro Pascal x Michael B. Jordan
Warnings: Swearing, angst, misspellings, some Spanish, me learning how to write properly, and NY stuff that I've learned from movies that we all agree to pretend are real.
Word count: 6.4 k
a/n: You been asking for smut, I know, I know, I just wanted to introduce you to all the boys first, and we're getting there, just one more ahead. Also, I'm working on a masterlist because we are getting too many parts already.
All body types and skin tones friendly. You can also enjoy it as a no Hispanic reader. Constructive feedback and misspellings correction is always welcome.
Red and blue lights flash the driving mirror.
—No, no, no, por favor que no sea a mi—You beg to the sky looking at the patrol that is asking you to park, or someone else, there's a lot of cars in this part of the city, there's a big chance is the panic who's controlling your senses.—Dios, mi abuela fue a la iglesia cada domingo de su vida y nunca te pidió nada, please let me have some of her divina recompensa.—But that's not how it works, you end up parking with just a few seconds to think what to say. There's a perfect explication of why you are driving a car that is not yours in the middle of the night and smelling like a minibar.
Then this ridiculous thought comes to your mind, you look expensive, you've never seen the daughter of a senator but you must be close to it, it would make you less of a feminist if you just use your attributes? Ugh, you feel sick just to think about it but don't have enough money to pay a fine, and the constant paranoia of being chased all the time as an immigrant will only get stronger.
You pull down your dress a little so your neckline can do its job but you regret it immediately, and you're pretty sure you look more like an expensive prostitute who stole the car of his lover than some influential men's daughter.
—License and registration.—You hear him say when he approaches your window. You don't like this but you have to play the dumb tourist, the pretty foreign girl that is too stupid to be dangerous, with the look you have tonight it shouldn't be hard. But damn you hate cops, any uniformed man that works for the government is your eternal enemy, and you don't know how long you could keep the nice dumb Latina game before spit on his face.
—There's something wrong, officer? ...You?!—Your sexy and fake high voice is ruined when you see the face of the man who stopped you. This night couldn't get worse.
—Wait, what happened with the party?—Evan interrupts you while you finish some notes for work, little remainders for later when you don't have an eleven years old kid running around you, he's not usually this energic and you have to blame yourself for that, you're describing a life of excess and eccentric fun, something you let behind so many years ago that your own son doesn't know even a bit of it.
—Ugh, a nightmare doesn't worth telling.—You remember vaguely most of it but what keeps fresh in your mind is bad enough to don't want to bring it back.
—But if Timothée is my dad I have to know the important things, including the bad stuff.—Sounds perfectly reasonable and that's what makes you groan at him. Sometimes you feel blessed that your kid is better than you in any possible way, and sometimes you want to kill his brain with video games and reality shows like the rest of the parents.
—Ok, cool, but I'll keep all the +18 content for myself, so this part of the story might be blurry for you.—It kinda is for you anyway.
You should’ve known this night was cursed, you had a feeling because a) your earring fell off at the same time Timothée texted you to give you the party address and say he can't pick you up. And b) he won’t pick you up. Your mother would say that’s reason enough to not go, a real gentleman wouldn’t make you go to an unknown place in the middle of the night on your own in a city like this. But you decide to ignore it because you are a modern woman and because it’s worth it. It better be.
The outfit must be something special. You always take your time to choose what to wear, even if just another regular day, and since this isn't the case you thought about it for hours, that made your mind busy enough to not thinking about Tom and the whole love confession. He texted you saying he'll come for you to go to class together on Monday, which is completely impractical because he's way closer than you but is progress and you're going to take it.
You wanted to ask for Sheep's opinion but you thought she might not care, has been a few days since she started acting strange like she's bothered just to see you breathe. You want to blame his boyfriend to take all her time and attention from you but is probably just her new job, she got a small role in a Netflix show, and even when you're so happy for her, that's the event that has changed her into someone completely different. But you give her time, stress can do bad things to people.
The winner is the exact copy you made of the black and white striped dress Cameron Diaz wore in "The Mask" beautiful, classy, and sexy enough without being too scandalous, not that you have any problem with that, but this isn't the occasion, you don't want to feel like you're being too much or too little, just enough, it's supposed to be easy, right? you were born for this. Just adding some big shiny earrings you got on a thrift shop that look like real diamonds and you're ready, not that you own any to compare. Red lipstick, dark eyes, and a messy bun to get that disinterested pitch every look needs.
Getting there wasn't a problem, you were in the rich part of the city, everyone know who, where and what just to brag about it. The excitement is growing with every second, you check your makeup like thirty times in the elevator and send texts to your mom just to let her know where you are, and because you have to share that moment with someone and you are limited of friends these days.
Timothée opens the door with red eyes, drunk, high, or somewhere in between, you know then you were right about the bad feeling. He jumps on you to kiss you and no matter how much you try to explain the delicacy of your lipstick, he does it anyway, leaving a taste of alcohol and shrimps in your mouth. Taking you by the waist he walks you to a group of people you don't know while you're trying harder to fix the red color of your mouth without a mirror.
—Here is the companion I bought, look at her, that's how five grand per hour look like.—They laughed but you were too disoriented to process all the things he said, it was supposed to be a joke? if it is, why isn't he correcting? Instead, his hand goes straight to your ass and presses it to get you closer to him.
—I'm actually an intern in the costume designer department of the new version of "Sense and Sensibility".—You wanted to mention your recent promotion to hairstylist and makeup artist but that might be too pretentious. Anyway, they don't seem to care what you are or not, in fact, they don't even see you, all eyes are on Timothée
—Oh, well, is easy to forget when you're paying them—All laughs again. Who is this person? Who are all these people, actually? You recognize some influencers, a few cast members but there's no sign of the director, other main actors, not even his co-star. You feel like an extra in a movie where someone will be killed in a luxury party, hopefully not you. You take his hand from your body and clear your throat.—I'm just joking my love, she looks stunning, isn't she? I’ll get you a drink.
He leaves and the group of people surrounding you suddenly dissipated like boiling water, you were on your own again and despite some judgmental gazes is like you’re not there, you’re sure you could just take your dress off and throw it to someone’s face and unless Tim says something about it, no one would care. You’re there as his companion, an ornament, and that’s not enough to earn their attention because it’s too obvious you’re the one in turn.
You walk to the only window no one is smoking and check your phone, you know, the thing you do when you pretend you have important issues to attend, but no, you end reading some old messages, pictures, texting your mom of how much fun you’re having at the party, and somehow you check your filed Facebook messages to find Logan’s name. You cover the screen so fast you hurt your nail, his name is enough to make you tremble like a Chihuahua, you haven’t talked to him since that night, you know from his sister he lives in the house he bought for you two and he’s having the happiest life without you. You want to believe that because that means you took the right decision but deep inside… no, you can’t be that person, you want him to be happier than ever.
You find the guts to open the message, and you read as slowly as is humanly possible. “My angel, I hope this finds you in perfect health…” Dios, just Logan could start a message like that, your smile is almost too big to fit in your face so you bit your nail to cover it a little. “I recently found one of the human body drawings you made for me to study, you’ll be happy to know…”
—That’s a fucking long-ass message.—Tim appears behind you and takes your phone from your hand, spilling some of his drink on your dress in the process. Apparently, he's been there long enough to read part of the message.
—Give it back.—You command in the most severe voice you have, your magical moment got ruined and you remember the hole of hell you are.
—"My angel, I hope this finds you in perfect health. I recently found one of the human body drawings you made for me to study, you must know I still use them now and then"—Timothée starts reading the message, and even when no one is close enough to hear it and you don’t really care about this people’s opinion, that’s not for anyone to read, that’s one of the few parts of your life you treasure the most and you’re not ready to get over it.—You little slut, are you cheating on me with a med student?
—Give it to me.—You repeat trying to take the phone from his hand but he’s faster and walks away putting it out of your reach.
—"I meticulously preserve them, I certainly know any piece of art made by you will be priceless in the near future"—You don’t want to hear it coming from his drunk mocking voice, so you try to ignore what he’s saying and put more effort on chasing the phone.—Should I had kept the jeans where you left the wet spot on? I didn’t know you were an artist, my love.
—Timothée, por el amor de Dios.—Now you're trying to climb him, it wouldn't be that hard to take him down, he's skinny and you're fierce. That's what you thought but he's not moving even with you are on top of his shoulder and his opposite long arm keeps the phone away from you.
—Who is this guy and why is he talking to my girl like this?—You see the olive eyes getting darker and the tone of his voice went deeper than you thought he could do. You desist from taking the phone, you know the bullies love the attention, maybe that's exactly what he wants and give it to him just makes it worse.
—I'm not your girl.—You claim fixing up your dress having enough of games, and you have no reason to keep worrying about losing your job, the filming is done, and apparently your relationship with him too. You don't care about any of that anymore, just want to read Logan's text.
Even behind all the alcohol and the eyes injected in blood thanks for who knows what kind of drug, you can see the disappointment and anger, but it's not a broken heart, Is the hissy fit of a child that loses his balloon and now everyone will pay for it, especially you.
—Are you sure about that?—You can see him swallow hard, almost looking vulnerable, but his voice is defiant and threatening to prove you wrong. He just has to stretch out his arm to reach the open window with your phone in hand, his intentions are clear and the only thing you can do is raise your hands as a reflex.—You were mine the moment you put a foot on my trailer, and I don't fucking share my stuff.—Before you can say a word he drops the phone from the fourth floor.
You know is senseless but you find yourself running out of the party and going to search the device, using it also as an excuse to get away from that place. This is the first time someone makes you feel meaningless, you know the famous' world is cold and lacking in empathy but this is ridiculous, they're a bunch of parasites fed by attention and power. By Timothée.
The screen is crashed and the rest of it is probably beyond repair, not that you're surprised, its life is longer than you've been in the country and you admit you should have replaced it much earlier but you're not the kind to throw away things that still work. However, is not the phone you are worried about, not as much as what it contains.
—That was obsolete anyway, I'll get you a better one.—You didn't know he was following you, his voice interrupts your self-wailing. He sounds calmer and a little embarrassed, but not enough to say sorry, you don't think he's capable of saying it.
You shake your head and start to walk away without a word, you don't want anything from him, not materially, at least.
—Don't make a scandal out of it, it's just a phone!—He yells erasing any trace of regret in his voice. He doesn't see the reaction he expected and that's when he runs after you and with a hand on your upper arm pulls you back, you gasped for the sudden bluntness.—That annoying habit you have of leaving when I'm talking to you.
You push him away with all the strength you have, which resulted in him almost falling on the ground.
—I don't care about the stupid phone!—You finally break, but sadly is not as satisfactory as you thought it would be.—You are mean, vain, arrogant and the worst part is that you enjoy being this despicable human because you have absolutely no consequences to it. Everyone around you just accepts it and I feel so sorry for you because the only possible way for you to fill the void inside is to be surrounded by that crowd of mules licking your steps—To your surprise, he has nothing to say, he's just standing there with no facial expression, whatever he feels is easily covered by his years of experience acting, even drunk.—I can't give you that and it's obvious they don't want me either. What am I even doing here?—You ask yourself thinking where would be the best way of getting a cab, is a rich zone, must be easy.
—Everything is better when you're around—His voice is thin and fragile, you have to process what he said three times in your head to understand his words. You're not willing to look at him yet.—You're not like the others.
—Pure bullshit. You love to repeat that misogynist discourse of girls being in a certain way because is easier than be responsible for the people you choose to be—You were hugging yourself the whole time, is a cold night, but not enough to be bothersome, you enjoy Fall weather—You got me for a moment, I give you that, you fooled me but I'm too tired of guessing what version of you is real—When you return your gaze at him, he doesn't try to hide the guilt anymore, but there's still haughtiness in there.—Now, if you don't mind Mr. Chalamet, I need to get a cab.
—No, you came with me, you leave with me.—There's no trace of alcohol in his voice anymore, a good scolding is enough to put you sober, you know that thanks to your mom. Oh god, you're becoming her.
—You didn't bring me here, gigantic head—You look at him and put your hand in front of him with the palm up. He stares at it for several seconds before put his own on it—Not that!—You shake it and start looking inside his jeans pockets until you feel the metal of his key car.—You can't drive and I have to get home. You'll find it in the studio tomorrow.
That's how you ended with a car way more luxurious than you expected, driving so slowly and carefully that the police stopped you. What a night, but at this point, you couldn't care less about anything that is not that message, is been months and you can't get over it, over him. Not even Ben moans, Tom's comforting arms, or fight with a movie star at 3:00 am. is enough to get him out of your mind.
—So is true, you don't wear anything that hasn't appeared in a movie, huh?—Michael B. Jordan is leaning on the car window with a mocking smile and a sparkle of satisfaction that you would love to punch but his uniform keeps you in line, where you come from police is not equal to justice, most of the times is oppression.
—You know where it's from?—That was kind of comforting, no one at the party noticed. Not that you care.
—Is The Mask, not some Adam Hitchcock's blurb.—He smiles and even when you really don't like him, it's nice to be with a familiar face, you are really tired of running away, scaping for problems that are a result of your null capacity to deal with emotions. Ugh, what a word.
—Is Alfred Hitchcock, actually.—You didn't want to sound priggish, but you correct him with no time to stop yourself, an old habit.
—You got me, smarty, you know more than movies than me. Where did you get this car?—You feel really nervous even when you got this legally, you have your documents and license on time and he's being nice enough to not want to run away in a car that you technically borrowed for yourself.
—It's not mine.—No shit, Sherlock.
—No shit, Sherlock, I was asking where did you steal it.—You wanted to laugh but there's something with the uniform that just doesn't allow you to be yourself.—Are you drunk?
—No, no, fuck, no, it's just, I don't feel comfortable with cops—He raises his eyebrows but that is his only reaction.—Listen, is my boss' car, I'm doing the favor to take it to the studio, and I'm really nervous because is fucking expensive, he's an asshole, I haven't drive un almost a year because you people only use cars if you're rich or your work and lives depend on it. I'm starving.—The last part came out of nowhere, you haven't eaten anything in almost 13 hours, maybe that's the actual reason why you are that moody.
He doesn't answer right away, takes his time to look at you, what makes you blush, he's really close, closer than he's ever been. Does he smell like green apples? Not the actual apples, the artificial smell they had given to them.
—Get out of the car.—Oh no, is he arresting you? Is he finally taking revenge for every time you make fun of his Hawaiian-type shirts? You know you have too much karma accumulated and a cop making you pay for it when you don’t believe in their sense of justice is kinda poetic, and evil.
You don’t want to discuss with someone with a taser, gun, pepper spray, or who knows what else. So you take your bag, the key car, and get off defeated.
—My turn is almost over, I’ll take you to eat something, c’mon.—He walks back to his patrol and you stay still for a few seconds still processing his words, you must look totally devastated for him to offer that. How you see it you have two options, go with him and spend an awkward hour with a person you don’t like or risk getting a fine, Tim can pay it, it’s not a big deal but you don’t want to owe him even the minimal thing.
You get in the car holding on to your bag to feel calmer, this is the first time you’re fully alone with him since you found him half-naked in your kitchen. Those defined abs may never leave your brain.
—Are you cold?—He interrupts your thoughts with his question, you didn’t notice you were shaking. He looks for something under his seat and gives you an NYPD hoodie, you hold it doubting your next move, is not like you don’t appreciate the gesture but it’d be easier to take if it doesn’t get that words printed—Is clean.—He says chuckling when he sees the way you’re looking at it.
—Is not that, just, you know, fuck the police, defund the NYPD, demilitarize the pigs and that stuff.—You say putting on the hoodie anyway, is a cold night and you won't help the institution wearing their propaganda.
—Yeah, I get it, but you can't change the system just from within.—You decide is not the right moment to have a political conversation so you shrug your shoulders and discreetly smell the hoodie, a mix of cologne, green apples, and cheap soap, you know is cheap because you buy the exact same, do its job.
—I'm in the mood for pizza.—You say casually, making a deal to yourself to try to be his friend, he is a small part of your life anyway.—Domino's is open at this time of the night?
—Tell me you're not consuming that shit, dear Lord, you been here for how long, two years? I can't believe your idea of a good pizza is Domino's. Stella hasn't taught you anything?—You're surprised by the level of condescension with a pizza and you mirror his smile, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Your school program includes people from all around the world so you don't have that much experience with actual new yorkers. Logan is rich, so he doesn't really count.
—What's wrong with Domino's? I don't buy much street food, is cheaper to buy things on the food market. Besides, all pizza is good.—The mention of Sheep makes you a little tense, so you don't say anything about it, is not a conversation to have with him.
—Don't blaspheme in the patrol, I just washed it—You laugh, finally, after a terrible weekend. You can see why she likes him, there is something about his voice, smile, and his eyes that feel... calm, like watching Friends after a marathon of Lord of the Rings.—There are rules to survive this city, and I'm surprised you have made it this far without a proper guide.
—Chill out Mr. Miyagi, I'm not from the jungle, and I've learned a lot by myself.—He gives you a lopsided grin as a request, and you put your fingers up ready to enlist your acquired knowledge.—Walk fast, like you're about to be stabbed, something that actually happened to me, with an umbrella—He nods and laughs being related to it.—Number two, no small talk, no one cares, even if they ask. Number three, if you look a stranger in the eye, especially a homeless person, you have essentially invited them to approach you.
—Number four, we never eat from Domino's, Papa John's, Pizza hut, or any other chain restaurant, only trucks and local places are allowed.—You roll your eyes but you get the point, is just, again, you're not much into street food, it doesn't taste like home and the only way to eat food like that is preparing it yourself.
—Fine, fuck capitalism, let's support local places—You make an obvious fake enthusiastic tone but he nods proudly.—Number five, you don't need a car to live here, not even know how to drive. I would have successfully avoided this police brutality if I had followed that rule.
—For someone who is about to eat for free, you whine too much.—He parks the car and gives you a sign to go with him. You see him go to a pizza truck and order, you realize at the moment how ridiculous you look, so before chasing him you let your hair down, take your huge earrings off, and roll up the skirt of your dress until your mid-thighs letting the hoodie cover the rest, and clean the red lipstick with a Kleenex from your bag. Now you look more like a college person and not a rich girl who just got seized.
—Here you go.—He says giving you a slice as big as your head, looks oily and spreading cheese everywhere. Perfect.
—Is it vegan?—You ask receiving the food with an obnoxious face. His kind grind turned into a dread expression and you give him your second laugh of the day.—I'm kidding.
You are about to give it a bite when you see passing next to you a huge rat with the exact same slice as yours in its mouth, running into the dark of the night happy to have obtained the food for its family. They use to scare you when you just moved out but now they're like any other pigeon in the sky.
—Rule... whatever, a rat with a slice of pizza is a symbol for good luck, congratulations.—He pets your head awkwardly, not sure if you're ok with the physical contact, which, surprisingly, you are.
—I see rats with bagels all the time.—Pizza and bagels, that's the main culinary wonders of the city, you like it, not much to object but is hard not to compare it with your home's food.
—Is easy to confuse a rough diamond with a simple rock.—You both eat in silence, enjoying the mixed sounds of the city and all the different smells, the whole situation feels like one of those lofi music videos. You remember thinking about moments like this before getting the scholarship, what would it be like to feel normal in the city of your dreams.
—How do you know that much about movies?—He asks after a few minutes when you take a break to drink something, that pizza is not easy to take.
—When I was a kid a spent much time on my own, so my dad bought me a used DVD reproducer, and at the corner of my neighborhood was this movie store where you could buy 5 pirate movies for one dollar. They were blurred, with a terrible sound, and most of the time with the wrong movie inside but they helped me to not feel lonely. Eventually, the store closed but I've watched everything in it by then—He gives you a warm smile, you never told that story to anyone, not because is too intimate to share, but because no one asked, it doesn't sound like a question with a complex answer.—Anyway, I watched Marie Antoinette when I was like eight, and I decided at that moment that however is done I wanted to be part of that magic.
—You hear all kind of people chasing dreams in this city but is hard to find someone who actually deserves it.—You blush and you cover it with your hair but the smile on your voice is impossible to hide.
—Is that a compliment? You must really want me to like you to date Sheep.—You laugh but you can see his face tense, so you can guess your friend has been busy breaking everyone’s hearts.
—She hasn’t returned my calls in three days so I don’t think there’s much you can do—You nod, all this time you thought he was the reason she is ignoring you but apparently you are both in the same boat.—But yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking, what I should have said is, Marie Antoinette at eight? I can see where all the damage started.
You gasp and throw your napkin at his head, he easily catches it without even looking at it and laughs; that was unexpectedly attractive.
—Why a cop?—You ask, not sure where that question came from, maybe you authentically want to know more about him, he just bought you food, and honestly, that's the easiest way to win your trust.
—I wanted to be an actor when I was a child. This is the city of opportunities so you may think that if you want to chase the big wonder, this is the perfect place to do it. But I grow up surrounded by these people giving their entire lives to get something just given to one in a million so I decided is not worth it. For many years I wondered what I wanted to do with my life and the answer was really clear, my dad was a cop, a good one, or that’s what people say. I don’t remember much because he died when I was seven—Conversations about death are not your strength, everything can turn out uncomfortable if you choose the wrong words.—It might not be that glamorous but if my father died for it, it surely worth it.
—For the good ones.—You raise your almost empty can of Coke and he does the same with a grin that warms the cold weather of the night.
—For the good ones.
The next two hours passed like minutes talking about anything and everything. It just felt right to talk freely with him, you didn’t feel judged for your awkward family moments or your random thoughts, not even once because he told you his too. At some point of the night he borrowed you his gym sweatpants, any of you could just suggest going home but that was off the table, end that peace just for weather reasons would have been a tragedy.
—I read Timothée Chalamet is a dick. Is that true?—The mention of his name remains you of your life and everything that comes with it, including the middle semester project that you must dedicate your entire day, one that is about to start.—What, you can’t talk about it?
—He is a complete dick with no sense of privacy or human decency—And when he interrupts a deep kiss to look at your eyes, smile, and caress your chin, you feel like a character of his Victorian movies. But he didn’t ask that.—But the next week he’ll be no longer my problem.
—That’s why we have rule twenty-three, don’t ask for a picture of a celebrity unless they are local—You have heard about it before but you haven’t got the opportunity to decide if you like that rule because the only celebrities you have seen are from work and that club’s party opening.—That means you’ll be free to go to the Stephen Kings’ movie projection there will be for Halloween.
You don’t know if that was a proposition, a suggestion, or just a simple recommendation, and whatever it is, you noticed he was nervous to ask. Is it wrong? It feels wrong like you were betraying your friend accepting to hang out with his boyfriend without her consent. But he didn’t ask you to go with him so is safe to answer.
—Yeah, I guess—You get a moment, four seconds top, where you shared innocent, curious, and tenting gazes like three graders in the playground. And that’s the further you will allow yourself to go.—We better leave, if the sunlight touch me I’ll turn into dust.
You get off the car hood and go to the side door, but this time he opens it for you. You give him a “seriously?” Look, receiving a little push in your arm as a response.
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A distant voice asks you to wake up, softly whispers that turn into caresses on your cheek, your eyes feel so heavy, even when you are well aware of your environment your eyelids keep closed.
—Good morning, Princess—This is the first time Tom calls you that way, the change from silly nicknames to Princess is enough to get you out of hibernation. He is squatting beside your bed, his smile is the promise of a better day, and chasing that idea you give him one small back.—Your mom has been texting me desperately all day, she said you're not answering her calls and is worried.
—Fuck, my phone broke last night, can I call her from yours?—That’s an oversimplification but in the search for a better story, that's what you decide to believe and tell. Tom nods and gives it to you, he looks happy, beyond that, this is the first time you see that subtle blush on his cheeks and the eyes sparkling. You sit on the bed next to his body looking for your mom's number, slowly he moves between your legs, you have shorts and an oversized Back To The Future t-shirt, you got took the time to prepare yourself to bed last night and keep Michael’s clothes inside your closet to wash them, like The Tell-Tale Heart, a little innocent secret who feels dirty somehow
The conversations with your mom are always long, nostalgic and the tears are hard to hold for both parts; after a long life sharing almost every day with her, her absence never feels smaller. But this time is different, Tom is exploring the bare skin under your knee with his warm hands, asking for permission with curious eyes, and when you don’t object to the touch the British boy keeps his exploring mission cautiously, giving special attention to see your eyes in case something change. Is time to hang up when he gives a long and loving kiss to your knee, the less erotic kiss you could think of but so intimate to bristle your skin.
—Not nice to touch someone's daughter when is talking to her mom.—The protest of your voice loses strength at every word, he heard that and just straight his back to reach your face, the gap is almost extinct.
—We're okay, she likes me.—He assures holding your hips and pulling you a bit to him. Tom looks very comfortable with the new closeness authorization, you like it but are not very sure about it yet, most of you still think of him as your best friend.
—Did she tell you that? Are you talking with my mom behind my back?—You laugh when he does, almost like nothing changed.
—She adores me, I swear, I'm invited to Christmas, you know?—You're not surprised, she invites everyone, Logan was too but the first time he got family plans and didn't make it to the second.
—You should go, maybe we can do...—His lips touch yours in a peak at the middle phrase and makes you forget what you were about to say.—Man, the audacity to interrupt...—Then he kisses you again, deeply, using his tongue to taste your inner lip and his hands holding your shirt in fists. That's a twist of events.
—Is that ok?—You hear a weak whisper coming out of his voice but you got so mesmerized on his lips that decided to ignore it and kiss him back instead. He responds to your touch and starts to lean over you to make you lay on the bed.
Jesucristo bendito, is this happening? like, actually happening? you must look like trash, you barely took all the makeup from the night before and didn't take a shower, you start to get so worried about smells, feelings, and what that'll mean to your already too much-spoiled friendship.
However, the time of doubts is done when Sheep starts yelling in the living room, you both reacted running to the sound and looking for your blonde friend. Michael is there but doesn't look like the same as a few hours ago, is annoyed and tired for the lack of sleep, a look that doesn't match him at all.—What did you do?—You ask him fast assuming she's mad for something he did.
—Just in time, the star of the movie, I was wondering how much it will take you to be the protagonist of this.—That is Sheep's voice talking about you and what must be your heart breaking from her words.
—Excuse me?—You wish your tone would be less savage but you can't help respond the same way she did.
—Logan wasn't enough, then you got the drummer, fucking Timothée Chalamet, Tom and now my boyfriend. I'm so glad I didn't leave you alone with my dad or I'd be calling you mom now.—You have no words to that, Michael doesn't even dare to look at you, he must have told her something she misunderstood, but Sheep, or well, Stella is saying things she actually thinks and keep to herself. Tom walks in front of you whispering things to her to calm her down but she is not looking at him, you didn't tell her anything about Tom either so he's taking responsibility this time.—Go ahead and fuck the whole city, Michael if that please you but you're crossing the line with Tom and you know that, you're going to ruin him as you ruin every man that enters in your life.—She has a very you moment having the last word of the dispute and getting out of the apartment with Michael going after her but not putting much effort in it.
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So I just watched the Batman and felt like doing something to celebrate so here is a non spoiler idea of what the film is like and just general thought (all subjective) so let’s go (go to end for brief thoughts)
SO,Robert Pattison delivered probably one of the most interesting and engaging performances as the Batman in all media. from the way he carry’s himself throughout the movie and how he grows as a fully layered character is genuinely amazing. is soft spoken voice and detective monologues give a great insight into Bruce and the Batman(although in this the line is really not that existent so no playboy Bruce if you like that then it ain’t here from you) but you can tell he more inexperienced and angry but is thankfully not an angsty mess and Pattinson executed this perfectly from his presentation to his character interactions.Pattinson has truly won me over to this interpretations the dark knight (9/10)
Zoe Kravitz does a great job as Selina Kyle/catwoman in the Batman having a great chemistry with out dark knight but has a interesting chat outside of him improving this performance which is exceptional Kravitz can go from sultry to rage filled then cold to breaking down and you believe this and overall is just great a great performance and the character is open for the future so who knows where this goes now but I’m excited (8/10)
Paul Dano as the riddler HOLY CRAP THIS GUY IS SCARY.yeah dano knocked the riddler out of the park with his zodiac killer like style but love of riddles and sick games never gone.one of the best parts of his performance is I can’t tell what’s more terrifying him with the mask on or off he’s a genuinely horror inducing psychopath and it’s a great reimagining of the riddler (remember when people said this movie would suck with a PG-13 rating well riddler showed up and turned the movie into freaking zodiac killer and it’s horrifying) so yeah riddler is great (9/10)
So these fine fellas all got a good amount of similar screen time (I’m lazy so I grouped them together) Jeffery Wright as Jim Gordon is amazing in every scene and his partnership with Batman is really well done and you feel that in the movie so great overall he didn’t do too much but still has an absolute impact (8/10).Colin Farrell as the penguin is a feat of makeup artists on its own but his personality and interactions in the movie give this bird life and he’s a joy on screen (8/10).John turturro as Carmine falcone is freaking fantastic (absolutely redeems the scrotum joke from revenge of the fallen) falcone feels like a treat and Carries that level of respect and intimidation also scared the shit out of me so awesome job John (8/10)
Andy serkis gives us a really solid Alfred in the movie giving off heavy earth 1 vibes with good old fashioned British butler brilliance and just being a great emotional core for Bruce so for the short time he is on screen he gives a great impact and just some funny and tense scenes despite the little we see of him (7/10)
Well right off the bat yes I’m giving the batmobile as spat because LOOK AT THIS MASTERPIECE ITS GORGEOUS (this is all subjective if you don’t like it that’s your opinion and I respect that)the Chase scene you’ve seen in the trailers is so damn good I honestly love this batmobile it’s look,sound and just feels so powerful just mwah (10/10)
All in all the Batman is a beautiful paced 3 hour noir style mystery with heavy horror themes and moments so if anything like that don’t suit you I wouldn’t watch but if you don’t mind long but we’ll paces movies then the Batman is a great pick to watch for you the style and tone of the movie feels so in touch with Batman’s world , all of the cast are phenomenal with no phone ins and the plot is a well constructed reimagining of the Batman’s world and the action is amazing if not constant but be warned this is a movie that takes it self seriously so not your typical mcu like fair and lacks a lot of jokes but is never boring despite this and if all of that is ok for you then you’ll enjoy The Batman .
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Hold Back
Tom Holland x Reader | smut & fluff (18+ only)
Summary: Tom’s shooting a movie and you can’t stop bruising him during sex.
Words: 2.6k
Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, daddy kink, slight slut shaming, unprotected sex, light spanking, light choking.
A/N: My first writing received a lot more notes than I ever expected, so I felt motivated to write another smutty oneshot. Enjoy.
There were few things you could perceive beyond the maddening pleasure you got from Tom plunging himself in and out of your throbbing core: the thumping of the headboard against the wall, his dirty whispers of want against the shell of your ear, your shared wetness dripping down your thighs. Beyond that, your mind was hazy with arousal only, like it always was when you had him inside you.
You had been at it for such a long time, it had to have been at least forty minutes since he had finally entered you. He was pounding deep into you with long, hard thrusts that shook the bed and took your breath away. There was nothing you loved more than having Tom inside you, chasing your orgasms with desperation.
When he hiked up one of your legs on his shoulder and angled himself to thrust even faster into your sweet, sweet spot, you couldn’t help but throw your head back and moan. Loudly.
“Yeah, baby?” Tom breathed out against your jaw, where he was sucking wet kisses into your skin. “Feeling good?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you moaned at Tom’s enticing words. His rhythm never faltering, moving harshly and desperately into you.
“And you’re gonna come for Daddy like the good little slut you are?” Tom asked gruffly from behind gritted teeth. “You gonna wet my cock, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Your eyes rolled back as every single one of Tom’s thrusts had the thick head of his cock plunging right up against your most pleasurable spot. Relentlessly.
“Oh, Daddy, yes!” You positively yelled as your pleasure took over you forcefully. You threw your head back again and sank your nails into the flesh of your boyfriend’s back, dragging them down his shoulder blades as you convulsed in absolute pleasure around his thick length. Still, he plunged into you.
“Fuck,” he groaned and slammed a fist against the mattress next to your head at the burning sensation on his back muscles. After two more rough thrusts, he came inside you, riding out your orgasms in a few final, sloppy strokes. He dropped some of his weight on you, trying to catch his breath on your bare shoulder. You pulled him by his messy curls to meet your lips in a lazy make-out, your tongues sliding against each other without purpose.
“Well, good morning, darling,” Tom murmured against your lips, smiling. You chuckled and scratched his head, played with his hair while giving his warm lips some more little kisses.
“Does it count as morning if the sun hasn’t come up yet?” You looked and pouted at the window, where the moonlight still seeped in through the sheer white curtains.
“You’re the one who said you wanted to wake up with me.”
He had to be up most days at four in the morning so he could be at the studio by five, go to makeup, dressing, and then warm up all before seven, when filming started. Most days, he would stay until at least seven at night, other days he’d be back in the afternoon or wouldn’t be back until eleven. So you wanted to make sure you could spend some time with him in the morning, have sex and breakfast and send him off to work happy and energized.
“I know,” you said and turned to look into his sleepy brown eyes again, “And it’s totally worth it.”
He grinned at you lovingly and pecked your lips one last time before dropping himself onto the mattress beside you.
“Damn,” he winced. “You did quite a number on my back, darling,” he said, turning over and propping himself on his elbows to avoid the contact. You blushed in embarrassment at his words. It hadn’t happened voluntarily. You had been completely lost in pleasure and it just… happened.
“I’m sorry…” You whispered.
“It’s fine,” he grinned at you. “It turns me on.” He winked at you cheekily and you bit down a wide smile trying to break through your lips. One more of those and you would jump at him for round two.
“So,” he started and brushed back some of the hair falling on your face, “do you want to join me in the shower or go back to sleep, my darling?”
Instead of answering, you wrapped your limbs around him. He grinned and supported your thighs at his waist when he rose from the bed, heading toward the bathroom. Round two it is.
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“There’s nowhere to go. And there’s no way they won’t catch us in the next five minutes if we just stand here!”
“There’s just one thing left to try.” Tom gasped out, both of them trying to regain their breaths. He looked at the river determinedly and tugged his heavy sweatshirt off his body, then his shoes. He swung his arms back and stepped back, preparing to jump.
“Cut!” Tom heard the director’s callout. He looked back at the crew, confused. He wondered if he had said his line wrong.
“Can we get someone from makeup over here?” The director called again, chuckling. In fact, the entire crew was either smiling or chuckling.
“What’s going on?” Tom asked, turning to face the director fully with a frown.
“Woah!” His co-star exclaimed suddenly, so he faced him instead. “Did you have a good night, Holland?”
Tom just stared at him confusedly and tilted his head to the side.
“Your back?”
“My… back?” Tom repeated slowly. What about my back? He reached behind him to feel for whatever it was that had stopped production and winced. Oh. His eyebrows shot up and he blushed furiously.
“I’m so sorry!” He gasped at the director, who just waved him off, laughing.
“It’s fine,” he said, “just take it easy from now on.”
Tom nodded, still blushing, and tried to not flinch away as a makeup artist painted over claw marks that were undoubtedly bright red down the expanse of his back.
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“Tommy!” You yelped as he shoved his thick length within the wet, sensitive lips between your thighs. And then you gasped as a hand came down on your bare skin.
“Try that again,” he practically growled in your ear.
“Daddy…” You whined, burying your fingers in his hair and your face in the crook of his neck.
“Good girl,” he purred and started thrusting into you slowly. You gasped and melted into him, surrendering yourself to the delicious strokes against your inner walls. Your skin lit on fire and goosebumps emerged all over its surface every time Tom pulled back from your sweet spot.
He had come home earlier that day. The sun was still out and he wasted no time taking your hand in his and leading you out to the pool for a swim. A swim which turned into a hot makeout in the jacuzzi as the weather got chilly with sundown, and then into steamy, desperate sex against the wall in the living room. Your bodies still dripping, still hot from arousal and from the hot tub, wet hair sticking everywhere on your face and chest.
Tom had you propped up against the wall with a grip on the crook of your knee, leg raised high up and pushed back. He thrust into you steadily, strong movements of his hips hiking you up each time and gradually driving you to the edge. Your toes barely grazed the marble floor as he supported you on his cock alone, his tip slamming against that spot inside you that sent you into overdrive again and again and again.
“Such a perfect pussy, baby,” he groaned against your lips in between passionate kisses. “You took me so well in the morning I kept thinking about it all day.” You whined at his words as they brought you that much closer to unraveling for him.
“And now you’re taking it again. So. Good.” He punctuated his words with sharp thrusts and your eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open in a string of loud moans, nails starting to sink into his shoulders.
“Wait, baby,” he said, panting in exertion and not daring to lose the rhythm he had built up.
He knew you were close. And he knew those claws were about to sear into his skin again any time now. He hooked your leg over his arm, ripped both your hands off his back, and slammed them against the wall above your head. The shift in position drove him deeper into you and you both moaned, his pounding not faltering for a single second, his pelvis rutting against your clit and adding to your pleasure with every drag.
He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and thrust in once, and then one more time before you came together, moaning and whining against each other’s tongues. You thrashed in his hold as your pleasure coursed through you in long, electrifying waves. His grip on you tightening just short of painful as he emptied himself inside you, deep into your sensitive cunt.
“God, I love you,” Tom panted in awe and kissed you passionately, messily. He slipped out of you and slowly lowered your leg, mindful of the stress the position exerted on your hip. He rubbed it lovingly, then let go of your wrists and rubbed those too.
“I thought you liked it when I scratched your back?” You pouted at him when he released your lips.
“I love it,” he said in between raggedy breaths, “but today I kinda got called out at work for it.”
Your chin dropped. Your face flushed in dreadful embarrassment. You didn’t know which was worse: that you had interfered with his work or that everyone he worked with knew he had absolutely railed you that morning.
“Oh, my God,” you gasped, “Tom, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I messed up your job!”
“No, no,” he shook his head, “Hey, everything’s alright, Y/N. You didn’t mess up anything. It’s my fault for not letting you know sooner. Okay?”
You nodded sheepishly and he pulled you off the wall by your hand and guided you to your shared bedroom. Once there, you wiped away the mess between your legs and sat at the edge of your bed.
“I honestly don’t know how I’m going to hold myself back.” You mumbled, half hoping he wouldn’t hear you. But he did.
“What?” He chuckled. “How come?” He looked at you over his shoulder from where he stood in your walk-in closet. He pulled a pair of boxers up his legs and walked over to you with panties and one of his t-shirts in hand. He knelt in front of you and proceeded to slip the underwear up your smooth legs, placing a few loving kisses on the way.
“I just-,” You sighed and placed your hands on his shoulders, sliding them up and caressing his neck and his perfect jaw. “You love me so good, Tommy. I just lose my mind. Literally.”
He smiled at you smugly. He leaned in to kiss you, his tongue sliding against yours just right.
“Don’t say stuff like that, darling,” he said when you broke apart. “We already had sex three times today. You’re gonna kill me.”
You chuckled and pulled him into a big cuddle, where you stayed for a couple of minutes, snuggling and stealing little kisses before he pulled back.
“Besides,” he stated smugly, “I’m sure we can figure out a way to keep these claws at bay.”
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Except you didn’t. No matter what you did, what you tried, sex in the next few days ended with Tom having to pull you away or hold you down to keep you from bruising him.
You had tried several different positions where you wouldn’t be able to scratch down his back. When you were on top, you sank your nails in his chest. Reverse cowgirl? Nails into his thighs. If he held your wrists down, you sank your teeth into his shoulder or his neck.
“I don’t want to have to tie you up every time we make love, baby.” Tom had mumbled against the back of your neck sleepily one night when you cuddled on the sofa.
“We can just do doggy,” you mumbled back.
He sighed and snuggled closer to you. You smiled privately when you felt his excitement growing in his pants, poking you on your lower back.
“Every time, though?” He whined. “I like it when you hold me. And I like kissing you and looking into your beautiful eyes.”
A smile split on your face with the love you felt for him. You tilted your head to meet his lips and that’s how you tested sideways sex. He had to pull your head back by your hair at the very last moment. You had nearly sunk your teeth into his jaw.
At the moment, he had you bent over the arm of the sofa and propped on your elbows. His body was flush against your back and his strong arms wrapped around you, reached forward to hold your hands in his. He was fucking you so slowly, so deeply, so lovingly. He was touching everywhere inside, dragging against your throbbing walls and then holding his engorged tip flush against your sweetest spot for a few seconds. Each time barely leaving your heat before sliding all the way in again with maddening rotating movements of his hips. Your legs spread, shaking in arousal, allowed for constant stimulation on your clit as it pressed against the leathery cushions.
Tom had pushed all your hair to one side so he could whisper words of love and press kisses against your flushed skin. Every touch and every murmur from his lips made your heart grow bigger and your pleasure settle intensely at the pit of your belly.
“I love you so much, my princess,” Tom purred to the side of your neck. “You feel so good. God, Y/N, I love you.”
“Love you, Tommy,” you whined. “You make me feel so good.”
“I’m so close,” he grunted and sped up his movements slightly, “Want you to come with me, baby. Can you come for me?”
“Yes,” you gasped. “I’m close.”
“Yeah, baby?” Tom asked and quickened his harsh thrusts. The sounds of your skin slapping together took over the space around you.
“Yes!” You cried as he slammed onto your g-spot repeatedly. “Oh- Tom, don’t stop!”
He didn’t. He didn’t stop until you were both taken over the edge, grinding roughly onto each other as you rode the waves of your orgasms and sloppily made out with his hand on your throat and your head tilted back.
Tom slipped out of you when his excitement went down and flipped you over gently. He kissed you deeply for a couple of minutes and you basked in the love he poured into it. You ran your hands through his hair and all over his back to take in his warmth, his love, his presence.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Tom murmured multiple times in between soft, intimate kisses that made you chuckle.
“I love you too,” you whispered, “so much.”
He smiled at you and when he raised a hand to brush away the hair sticking to your forehead, you saw angry red marks on his arm.
“On, no,” you gasped. “Tom, I did it again. I’m so sorry!”
He chuckled and shushed you with yet another kiss.
“I don’t care anymore,” he said, “they can just cover it up with makeup.” He cupped your face and ran a thumb over your bottom lip. “I want you to be able to express your love. Don’t hold back, baby”
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Everyday
Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader, Rafael Casal (as Miles Turner) x Reader
Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 + , RPF. CURATE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE IF YOU READ BELOW THE CUT. Cursing, drinking, allusion to smoking weed, fantasy, truth or dare, role play, SMUT, Graphic Depictions of Sex, oral sex (M/F receiving), a lil bit of bondage, established relationship, fantasy play.
A/N: I have no idea what is for trade in prison; sex packets are a made up joke. And I’m really into 90’s rap this week. Anywho, this fic is in response to the following request:
Anonymous asked:
Rafa!!!!! Maybe a fluffy smut where he’s role playing Miles for you? 👀
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“Ok, Dare.”
You steeled yourself from the query from Daveed.
“Which fictional character, real or animated, would you like to bone?”
Everyone burst out laughing.
“Real or ANIMATED????”
You were cracking up laughing and buzzed, feeling good surrounded by your crew of friends who were family.
“Ok, I will answer both.”
Rafa cleared his throat and settled back on the couch beside you.
You sat up straight and he watched the curve of your breasts underneath the Oaklandish tee you stole from him that morning.
“Rafael is getting swole! Don’t worry Rafa. She will still come home to your everyday ass.”
“Shut up, Ant. You always got something to say.” You rolled your eyes. “Everyday with Rafa is amazing.”
You leaned over and kissed Rafa’s lips, which were in a slight frown. He didn’t like that word, ‘everyday.’
“You good?” You whispered so only you two could hear.
He smiled at you, “No doubt. Answer the man’s question!” Rafa said a little louder, bravado on fleek.
“ANYWAYYY.” You shook your head at him as you straightened up. “Max could get it.”
“Max who?” Jasmine was confused. Then she realized, then leaned over Ant and Rafa to give you a high five.
“Max Who???” Daveed was curious.
“Goofy’s son. Max.”
Everyone erupted in laughter again. Daveed got up and took the bottle out of your hand.
“Enough of this.”
You battled him, jumping up and swatting around D’s head. You won your drink back and sat down.
“As far as ‘real’ fictional characters…” You took a drink. And smiled. All eyes were on you.
“Miles Turner could rearrange my guts.”
Anthony groaned. Rafa sat up straight. You took another drink .
“For Real. Ruffnecks kinda do it for me.”
“Gotta who? Gotta have a what?” Jazzy started rapping. You replied.
“Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck.”
You two started dancing, rapping and singing with your drinks in your hands.
Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck
I need it and I want it so I gotta get a ruffneck!
Rafael pulled you down to sit on his lap and Jasmine kept dancing, right in front of Anthony.
Anthony sucked his teeth, but was smiling at Jazzy’s ass.
“That’s cheating. I mean. That’s just Rafa. I mean, he bones you on the regular.”
Ant smacked Jasmine on the bottom and took a drink before she plopped down next to him and he put his arm around her.
“You know it!” Rafa and Anthony toasted.
“But I ain’t Miles.”
Rafa took another sip of his Abasolo on the rocks.
“And it’s just a fantasy. Right baby.”
Rafael rubbed your back giving you a look that made you tremble. Rafa felt your warmth on his lap. He grinned into his drink.
“Trueeee!”
You smiled, trying to keep it light and calm the fuck down. Everyone always made fun of you two smashing in people’s bathrooms.
“You aren’t Miles. I didn’t know you when you were younger....”
You locked eyes with Rafael, and the green fire there did something to you.
“I think Rafa is Miles’s wasted potential.”
“Wow. That’s deep,” said Ant from a cloud of smoke.
You and Rafa were locked in an eye embrace as well as a physical one. When he arched his eyebrow, you had to look away, because you couldn’t take it.
“Y’all need to use my bathroom?” More laughter.
You and Rafa both flipped Daveed off.
“Nah, Diggs.” Rafa stood up with you in his arms. “We’ll use our own. We out.”
Your man carried you willingly out of the door.
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About two weeks later, you came home with some groceries, you were looking forward to a night in with Rafa.
You’d both been busy and tired lately, only available for maintenance sex.
Rafa was running around creating all of his creative shit, and you worked in the writers room of a popular series. Life was hectic.
He was sitting at the kitchen table, hands together on top.
He was wearing blue scrubs over a white Henley and had his face turned to the side, staring out the window. You noticed that his hair was different.
“Hey, babe. Did you get a haircut? What’s wrong?”
He turned his face toward you and that’s when you noticed two more things. Rafael’s eye was black, and there was a tattoo on his neck.
THAT California tattoo.
You were very concerned and a little confused. Concern came first in your mind.
“What happened to your eye?” He gave you a strange look, then he spoke.
“A mutha fucka sneaked me in the yard, that’s what happened!”
You stood still and had to register what was happening.
Rafa was wearing a grill, and his voice was different, in a lower register and with a long drawn out, almost southern drawl.
But it wasn’t southern. It was all Bay.
He stood up and walked toward you, and you noticed that his scrubs had “Prisoner” written in yellow letters down the right leg.
You suddenly realized what was going on.
Oh, Shit.
“Baby. You’re a sight for sore eyes. It’s been a minute.”
You’d left Rafael in bed this morning. But it seemed that you came home to Miles.
“Hey,” was all you could say.
Rafael/Miles gestured for you to come over to the table. It was then you saw that he was handcuffed.
A strange feeling came over to you. He stood up, and you saw that his legs were shackled. You went close to him and looked at his eye closely.
“Rafa?”
His face was fine, up close, you could tell it was makeup.
“You been to see Galaxy today?”
You were peering at his neck and the Bay/California tattoo there.
He screwed up his face.
“Who tha fuck is Rafa? And what the hell you talking ‘bout space for?”
He peered into your eyes, then looked around furtively.
“Babe. Are you high?”
The drawl was a whisper now.
“These muthafuckas’ll kick you out if they think you got drugs on you.”
You smiled at him, pecked him on the lips and replied.
“No worries. I’m not high.” You sat down at the kitchen table and ‘Miles’ sat across from you.
“As for Rafa? He’s this guy I know. Had a nice… conversation with him the other night.”
You looked into his eyes to see if he would crack. But your man was a pro.
He huffed. “Psshhht. You MUST be high talking to another dude. What kinda name is Rafa anyway. Sounds like some hipster trash.”
He peered at you again, anger radiating off of him.
Damn, he was good.
“Tell me what the fuck you mentioning some other muthafucka to my face while I’m locked up in here! Every day.”
He pounded his bound fists on the table in front of you and made you jump. It also made you wet as fuck.
He gestured with both hands (because they were handcuffed) to the nice kitchen that you loved to cook in, but that you were now seeing through his performance as a prison visitation room.
But you were still shook.
“R, R, Rafael is a beautiful artist. He’s a poet. He’s gentle, and kind. And a wonderful lover.”
Miles glared at you. You stuttered again.
“I-I imagine.”
He gave you a menacing smile and leaned back in the chair, pushing his crotch up in your direction. Your eyes were drawn there.
“So you imagining fucking another muthafucka and decide to come visit me and tell me about it?”
You got into it.
“Well….I miss you Miles. But it gets hard. Not being able to be with you.”
He leaned forward, bearing his teeth.
“Don’t fucking tell me about it. Here I am jacking off with leftover chicken grease from the kitchen at night. Got my dick smelling like a Popeye’s chicken sandwich in this bitch.”
“Ew,” you said, disgusted, then you started giggling at the joke.
Miles pouted and sat back.
“ ‘S not fucking funny!” He looked out the window again.
“I shouldn’t even tell you about the surprise.”
You straightened up. “What is it babe?”
You put your hand on his and he caressed yours with his thumb. He looked at you, excited and mischievous now.
“I got us a conjugal visit.”
Your mouth dropped open, fully into it now.
“But I thought that was just for married couples, Miles…”
“I know, I know.” He leaned forward and looked around again. “But I got me a side hustle.”
He shifted his eyes as he scanned the empty room.
“I make sex packets outta the leftover chicken grease from my job in the kitchen. Make a KILLING in oatmeal cream pies, ramen noodles, cigarettes and other tradeable currency. I made enough to buy us a conjugal visit, girl.”
He leaned back, very satisfied with himself, his hands now on his lap, rubbing his crotch.
Your eyes were drawn there again and you found yourself irrationally wondering how big his dick was. He had you caught up in this fantasy.
“Let’s go to the trailer and I’ll make you forget all about this Raja guy.” Miles winked at you.
“It’s…” You saw the look on his face. “Nevermind. Let’s go.”
He stood up again, and shuffled his way to the bathroom, you at a safe distance behind him.
He entered the bedroom and shuffled to the bed, sitting down on the edge. He gestured you to him and you went and stood before him.
He put his nose in your crotch.
“MMMmmmmm. I missed your smell Baby. It’s been too long. He lifted his hands and put them on the insides of your thighs. He pulled back and looked at you, green eyes staring into brown.
“The guards left the key over there. That is, if you wanna get me out of these.” He nodded toward the
He trailed his hands up to your pelvis, managing to hook one set of fingers into your waistband and still have another at your apex.
He ran his fingers over your jeans right where it counts. This kind of petting felt good and made you want more.
You let him play for a little while, but then pushed him back to sit and watch you.
You peeled down your jeans to reveal a white satin thong. Rafael loved white against your coffee brown skin, but tonight, Miles would benefit. You stood there in your button-down shirt, that was really Rafael’s.
Miles’s hands went to his crotch again as he eagerly watched.
“You seem to be doing pretty well all hemmed up, but let me see.”
You went to the dresser to retrieve the key, and you did, then turned around and put it in your mouth while you slowly unbuttoned the shirt.
Miles leaned back on the bed and opened his legs as far as the shackles would let them go, licking his lips as you disrobed.
You were wearing a white lace bra, your dark nipples and areola straining through the delicate material. You were very excited at the entire scenario.
The fact that Rafa was doing this for you because he remembered what you said on a drunken night weeks ago was the shit.
You dropped to the ground and crawled over to Miles’s feet jutting your ass up in the air as you unlocked the shackles.
You massaged his ankles and trailed your hands up his legs to his crotch, where you rubbed the hardness there.
“It’s been so long that you’ve been locked up, Miles.”
You raised up on your knees, loving the feeling of his eyes sweeping over you.
“I’m gonna give you the world’s best blowjob.”
Miles smiled at you.
“Aw, baby. That’s so cute.”
“I’ll show you cute.”
You were about to give your own performance.
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Five minutes later, you were gargling his cock, relaxing your throat and taking him as deep as you could, nose nestled at his base, and gently pulling and kneading his balls.
Someone moaned, and you didn’t know if it was Rafa or Miles. He bucked his hips up into your mouth while resting his cuffed hands in your hair.
“As much as I would love to … fuck baby… cum down your throat.. I need that… damn where’d you learn to do that?!... I need that pussy. Unlock the cuffs, baby.”
His cuffed hands were in your hair, alternating between massaging your scalp and pulling your hair the way you loved it.
The way Rafael invented.
You smiled around his cock with the knowledge that what you were doing was making him slip out of character.
You pulled your head upward, mouth open, allowing the saliva to trickle out with his dick.
He looked at you like he couldn’t believe how nasty you were being. He was mesmerized. You looked a mess, eye makeup running, lipstick smudged, spit all over your face.
Your dream man loved it.
“Am I ‘cute’ now?”
“Fuck no. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
You smiled and quickly reached behind you and unclasped your bra, taking your breasts in your hands and pushed them up around his dick.
“See, if you unlock these cuffs, I’ll handle things the way they need to be handled.”
You just smiled up at him while you manipulated your breasts around him, knowing that he could not control his hips fucking into your cleavage.
“I got it under control.” You stuck your tongue out to tease his tip as it neared your face, lubricating it with your saliva.
“Fuck, baby. I wanna fuck you so bad. It’s been so long…”
This entire scene was just about the hottest thing ever. You were breathless, dripping, and quivering with anticipation. But you didn’t want it to end so soon.
“How long ‘xactly?”
“Shit, 5 months of being here and jacking off to memories of you everyday. I need to see that ass and fuck that pussy, babyyyy. Please.”
Those eyes.
Those words.
The acting.
Miles.
You had to relent.
You reached for the key where you dropped it on the floor and unlocked the cuffs.
“Fucking finally!” Miles rubbed his wrists as he stood up, stripped his shirts off and his pants the rest of the way.
“On the bed, let me see that ass up.”
He smacked it about three times each and then rubbed it as you did as you were told.
Miles trailed his hand from your ass up your spine to your shoulder and then pushed your head down further into the bed.
“That’s a girl.” Your back had that perfect arch.
He got behind you and swiped his hardness up and down your slit, teasing you with the head of his dick.
He grabbed your hand and brought behind your back, and very swiftly the other, and before you knew it, your hands were cuffed behind you, head in the bed and Miles was entering you swiftly.
“Fuuuuck! How does it feel?”
You couldn’t speak. The thrill of Miles’ dick inside you and being cuffed had you ready to cum already.
His stroke game was on point, as if he was fucking you to a brand new rhythm- Allegro.
Strangely, it was different than Rafa had ever been.
That was blowing your mind.
Miles tugged on the metal restraints and the slight pain in your shoulders and wrists, combined with the thrill of this roleplay, made you release, all over him and the bed.
“Shit girl, you really are glad to see me.” That drawl got you ready to peak again.
“Oh fuck yeah, Miles, oh shit, oh shit.” Your pussy was clamping down on him at the thought of Miles Turner having his way with you.
“Shit, I’m cumming with you, hold up.”
Rafa tried to slow down, but you did that thing with your pussy and he couldn’t help it. His hips drove his dick inside you until it pulsed and started to flow, and then he pulled out.
“Turn over baby.”
You leisurely moved to turn over, and he motioned you down to the end of the bed, moving the pillow where he wanted your head.
“I need in between those legs, baby. I need to see you, I need to surround me with you.”
You positioned yourself at the end of the bed, your braids hanging over the edge.
Miles gave you a forehead kiss as he got between your thighs, and pumped himself a couple of times as he aligned with you.
He leaned down and pulled at your nipple with his mouth, moaning when you moaned, moving his eyes appreciatively down your body and keeping his eyes where you were about to join.
The look on his face when he entered you was very hot, and you found your pussy squeezing his cock in appreciation. It seemed magically somehow bigger, and all of your senses were alive as he started moving.
“That’s my beautiful baby. You’re so fucking tight. Don’t push me out, let me have the glorious pussy. Damn girl, this pussy, those thighs, your curves, these tits. What did a man like me do to deserve you. You’re such a fucking sweet princess for me…”
You were astounded. Missionary was far from your favorite position because you seldom came that way, but the way Miles was whispering praise in your ear and the total fantasy was getting you there.
Quickly.
He watched your face and adjusted his pace in response to your cries, and that knowledge made you start to come. When your eyes rolled back in your head, that’s when he knew.
He pulled your hair back and sucked the shit out of your neck as you came, and he released inside you. You wrapped your legs around him and held him as he shivered with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Your lover rolled off of you and you snuggled into his arm. He lay there and held you as you tried to process.
“That was… wow.” You weren’t sure who to address, Rafa or Miles. Irrationally you felt you were in love with both.
He just chuckled at you, and gave you another forehead kiss.
“I’m going to enjoy a shower. Goodbye for a while, baby.”
You grinned. “Bye Miles.”
He pecked you on the lips and you watched him go into the bathroom.
You rolled over on your back and tried to organize your thoughts. How would you write this?
Thoughts of writing this scene chased you into sleep.
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You woke up to Rafael, grill and tattoos gone, freshly out of the shower and in a towel, gently trying to pull you from sleep.
“C’mon.”
You let him get you up and into the bathroom to a hot bath. You let him tenderly clean you up and then get you out of the tub and dry you off. You were more tired than you thought.
“You hungry?” You walked into the kitchen in a towel behind him.
Rafa had put the groceries up and was holding up takeout menus. He was truly magical. You smiled, nodded and told him what you wanted.
45 minutes later, you were in his softest Oaklandish tee and you were curled up on the couch in the living room together, food containers spead out on the coffee table.
You felt totally in sync with this amazing man.
“I loved tonight.”
He smiled softly back at you.
“Had to give you your fantasy since you help me live mine. Every day.”
He leaned over and kissed you. He looked you intensely in the eyes. Those green pools had you trapped.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Rafael.”
Your fantasy had been Miles, but your reality was Rafael.
And that was fantastic.
Everyday.
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show me - | im changkyun
wc: 4.4k
genre: suggestive with sexual mentions
synopsis: y/n is a makeup artist on changkyun’s ‘god damn’ MV shoot, when the rapper takes a sudden liking to her; she becomes more involved in the shoot than she anticipated.
pairing: changkyun x reader
5am was not the ideal start time for y/n, especially in the cold and with no coffee. In hand carrying 5 alarmingly large cases of makeup and costume through the staff entrance of the set for the shoot; silently assuring yourself that you ‘would get coffee or so help her god.’ Being the first one here you flicked on all the lights and threw down the cases of makeup that were slowly making you feel like your fingers were going to fall off- with a clatter on the table you exhaled and rubbed your now very sore fingers. you loved her job as a makeup artist, but it was hard to like it this early in the morning; and once again, without coffee.
you began shoving boxes round the room to clear space for the fitting and hanging the clothes up on the railing beside the mirror until you heard a familiar voice singing a very joyful ‘good morning y/n.’ You flashed a look in the direction of the door to see Jules, the head stylist in her puffy jacket (which looked like it would swallow the entire 5ft1 woman whole) duffle bag on one shoulder and gripping 2 cups of what looked like Starbucks coffee.
You stood up throwing your hair back behind your shoulders, taking the cup from Jules who extended it towards you. ‘You ready for today?’ Jules questioned, taking a sip from the cup she hugged in her hands. ‘I am now’ you said gesturing to the coffee you’d been thinking about from the moment you sat in the car on the way here. ‘Thanks for filling in by the way, Soo was really worried about leaving us without a makeup artist but her little one is really sick. I really owe you one’ Jules chuckled, setting her jacket down and picking up the makeup case and opening it. Soo was the whole reason you got into makeup, she was the head makeup artist at the company you worked for- granted you were a little nervous to be deemed ‘head makeup artist’ for the day, but with her daughter being as cute as she is, you could forgive her for being ill. ‘No no it’s fine, call it even for the coffee’ you smiled rolling out the makeup brushes.
A few more members of the team came into the studio and began to help you set up. 8am rolled around and your client was expected to arrive anytime, in the meantime you went over the makeup brief and sat on your phone scrolling aimlessly. ‘Morning everyone’ a deep voice said from the doorway. Your head whipped round to see the unfamiliar face smiling towards Jules. His black long hair draped over one eye; as he stretched out his arms to hug the little too excited Jules. ‘Oh good morning love!’ she sang, grinning from ear to ear. ‘Changkyun, this is y/n’ she said extending her arm out, gesturing towards you who was now stood up, coffee cup in hand for comfort. ‘Soo had to look after her little one, so y/n is going to look after you today. she’s well on her way to being head makeup artist’ Jules sang like a proud mother. You just stood there and chuckled at her. Changkyun paused for a moment, looking you dead in the eye before slowly putting his hand out for you to shake. You uncomfortably swallowed before shaking his hand back and gave a closed mouth smile staring him back in the eyes. ‘Nice to meet you, y/n’ he replied slowly, with a hint of sultry. His eyes dropped slowly over your body, not unnoticed, but somehow not unwanted. Hands still touching, Jules clapped, pulling you both back into the reality of being in a room with other people. ‘Shall we get you changed then?’ Jules said, ushering Changkyun over to the clothing rail. You began to feel your ears burning red and your hands run cold. He knew exactly what he was doing. And my god, it was working.
Watching his take off his jacket while Jules held up countless outfits against his chest, deciding which one would capture the concept of the shoot. After much deliberation they settled on a mesh shirt with a beige jacket over the top. Changkyun cast a look over in your direction where you leaned against the makeup table trying to act as casual as you could; as he pulled his oversized black shirt over his head revealing what can only be described a the body of a god. his gaze never leaving your’s. your breath hitched as his shook his hands through his hair; leaving everyone in the room making noises of approval and gawking at his body. ‘we need to draw the tattoos on you before we put this one though’ Jules said hanging the shirt back up and looking over towards you. ‘y/n do you want to get started on that before we dress him? just do whatever you think would match the theme’ Jules continued, Changkyun smirked, knowing exactly how this was going to go.
‘oh, okay yeah.. um, come sit here’ you said awkwardly motioning over to the couch that was placed in the middle of the room. he flopped down spreading his arms over the back of the sofa, as you slowly walked over; tattoo pens in hand. you couldn’t even bring your eyes up to meet his yet you could feel his stare casting itself over your entire body. suddenly wishing you wore a bigger shirt. softly you pulled the cap off the pen and cleared your throat, desperately trying to look him in the eye but failing miserably. ‘so um.. I was thinking, maybe something on your neck? is that okay?’ you uttered quietly, playing with the cap of the pen to ease your nerves. ‘I like that.’ changkyun replied, his gaze still running over your upper body. somehow it didn’t feel like he was talking about the tattoo. ‘okay.. can you um just..’ you trailed off as you gently turned his face away by his jawline and shuffled in a little closer to get a better handle on his neck. you cold hands touched his warm skin, immediately repeating the feeling of blood draining from your face as you placed the pen on his neck. your eyes flicked over to the mirror that faced the couch; where you saw changkyun looking directly at you, smirking as he saw your eyes meet. your heart felt like it was beating out your chest, becoming very worried he could hear it the same as you heard it in your ears.
around 10 minutes passed and you’d finished the first tattoo and you moved onto the next one; on the upper side of his bicep. this job was becoming a bit of a gift and a curse. the rest of the staff carried on organising, which should have made the situation feel much more relaxed, yet it didn't seem to make any difference, you still felt like your heart was about to burst out your chest. until he spoke. ‘do you have any?’ he murmured. you almost didn’t hear it. you shifted your eyes from your work to his face to see if it was directed at you. his dark gaze was staring back at you, taking you by surprise. ‘any what?’ you murmured back at the same level, looking back at his arm. ‘any tattoos?’ he responded. you swallowed slowly, how on earth did his voice make you so nervous? it cast goosebumps all over your body yet made you feel like you were burning up; it was almost repulsive as he knew what he was doing, but you didn't want it to stop.
a moment passed as you replied ‘yeah.. I have 3′ you steadied you breath trying to sound relaxed, like you weren’t going to explode. ‘what are they?’ he questioned, his voice beginning to sound softer as the conversation began to flow. you pulled away from the tattoo and gently pushed your hair over your left shoulder; turning your upper body the same way. ‘so.. I have one here’ you said softly, showing the back of your shoulder to him. his eyes were low as they took in all of your back, not leaving the mark on you until the last moment when you turned back to face him. his gaze flicking back up to meet yours as you turned to the other side to gesture to one on the side of your ribs, pulling your shirt up just a tiny bit to reveal the next trace of ink. his now hunched over body dangerously close to your exposed skin; causing you to suddenly stop, lowering your shirt back down and locking eyes with him. ‘and um, I can’t show you the other one..’ you trailed off, picking your pen back up. you could tell he was still looking at you. ‘why?’ he queried, in an extra low, extra sultry voice. the smirk on his lips growing larger as he began to guess as to why it was something you couldn't show him. he thought seemed to excite him. and equally, it excited you. ‘its um, in a place I can’t show you..’ you chucked softly, hoping it would break his intense gaze. to your dismay, he remained his harsh look. ‘show me’ he practically growled, his voice as low and the pit in your stomach. your eyes quickly shifted round the room, noticing that everyone had now left. ‘I can’t..’ you replied with a little chuckle. this response seemed to peak Changkyun’s interest in the matter. ‘show me where on me then’ he whispered slowly reaching for your hand and pulling it towards his body that was now shifting to his slouched torso and parted legs. your heart began to race, with the knowledge of where the tattoo was and knowing where you were going to have to touch him. this was less than professional, but somehow you didn’t care. he placed your hand on his chest trailing it down towards his abs. your fingers lightly leading the way until he reached the base of his stomach.
‘here?’ he paused the motion and looked up towards you, a smirk plastered over his lips. a smirk that transferred onto your lips too. ‘a bit further’ you whispered, earning a breath from changkyun. his hand continued down past his stomach, onto the waistband of his jeans, causing him to exhale gently. just as both your hands approached the bulge that had now appeared under his jeans, you took control, steering his hand to the side next to his hip. ‘here’ you whispered cheekily, earning a loud yet disappointed exhale from his bitten lips. ‘I see’ he said, releasing your hand from his grip and placing his hands behind his head and leaning back. his eyes moving up and down your body as you stood back up and put the pens away. ‘I'm done’ you taunted, leaning against table looking at him with low eyes. sticking his tongue in his cheek pausing for a moment before pushing himself up; he walked slowly over to meet you. feeling the heat from his bare chest inches away from your small frame. his height looming over you made you feel tiny, and he liked that. he thrived on it.
his now tattooed bicep curled up following his vascular hand towards your neck, goosebumps coated your arms from top to finger tips. his fingers trailed over your exposed shoulder, hooking his finger under the single strap from your top and and pulling it towards him. the inches between you two vanished leaving your body pressed against his taught chest. he leaned down, his breath trailing over your neck until he stopped at your ear. ‘no we’re not’ he said in a low breathy tone. your heart was beating a million miles per hour, your lips burned to touch his but you couldn’t move. like your entire body had stopped working.
changkyun pulled away, leaving your stunned body stuck in place. finally giving you a chance to breathe. his back muscles moving with every step it took away; making his way over to the clothing rail and putting his mesh shirt on without even looking at you. as if on queue; Jules entered clapping at changkyun in his outfit. ‘oh doesn’t he look great!’ she sang holding his face in her hands. ‘right lets get you on set!’ she said, pulling his hand out the door and onto set. leaving you in the dressing room, trying to rationalise everything that just happened. unsuccessfully. suddenly her head poked back into the room taking you by surprise. ‘aren’t you coming?’ she queried. ‘yeah, yeah I'm coming’ you replied pushing your confused body off the desk and following her out.
the set looked insane, the lights were low and red creating a really sultry vibe. almost dingy. the room was full of extras talking quietly and milling around, the crew on the other side of the room looking like they were getting ready to begin. a rather tall looking man wearing a directors hat clapped to the room of people and shouted ‘right everyone, we are going to get started! we are going to get the second scene out the way first then we shall start shooting the dancing! okay! changkyun and ara come over here.. changkyun sit down and ara if you could get on top of him please’ he said motioning them to a green couch that was placed in the middle of the room. a tall black haired woman lead the way, she was gorgeous, her short hair grazed her shoulders and her makeup was sexy and sultry. bothered wasn't the word you would use to describe the description, but curious was. you wanted to see how this would unfold. changkyun shot a look over to you, once again a smirk on his face. you desperately wanted to keep your face neutral, knowing what he wanted you to react and not giving him the satisfaction was far more important. with that he flopped onto the couch, his arms over the back. this looked alarmingly familiar. ara gently straddled him, placing her delicate arms over his shoulders, awaiting further instruction. ‘okay great! so your basically just going to be touching him, hands on his neck, chest, hair, things like that. just make it look natural’ the director instructed. the 2 nodded in response. the discomfort this brought you was really beginning to settle in. you sat down on the crew chair behind you and crossed your legs, just watching.
a lull of whispers filled the room as the crew got into position, leaving changkyun a few seconds to look over at you, hoping this would make you jealous. you wouldn’t give it to him. you couldn’t. pulling your phone out your pocket seemed like the best option. so you did, and began mindlessly scrolling, trying to ignore the very uncomfortable scene that was about to play out before you. ‘aaaand, action!’ called the director, the smoke machines began to spray thick fog throughout the room, a deep bass began to play only adding to the atmosphere. a few seconds passed of you scrolling on your phone trying to ignore it. but you couldn’t help but flick your eyes up from your screen. her hands were all up in his hair and trailing down his neck, her head thrown back leaving her exposed chest and neck to his gaze. wow this was uncomfortable. the discomfort was interrupted by the booming voice of the director ‘CUT’ he shouted, immediately the lights came on and the lull of quiet voices resumed. the pair looked confused, as the director strode over to the two on the sofa. the words exchanged were quiet, making sure that no one else heard. with that he made his way back over to the crew. ‘okay lets go again. aaaand action!’ he called. the atmosphere fell again. and so did your eyes to your phone. this time it lasted a little longer, until the director called cut again. the director lifted his hat to wipe sweat from his brow as he chatted to ara and changkyun. ara nodded strongly and apologised to him and got back into position.
the interruptions continued another 2 times; causing the previous lull of whispers to become louder from the crew. Jules was stood talking to the producer who was looking rather disgruntled; making you wonder what the heck was going on. A rather worried Jules shuffled back over to meet you sighing as she sat down. ‘what’s going on?’ you queried, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. Jules leaned over to you, trying to make the conversation as unheard as possible. ‘well.. she’s just not quite getting the direction. it looks awkward on camera. I think they're going to call for a break and try again later’ she whispered, eyes flicking over to the now departed duo on the couch every few words. ‘okay guys, go grab yourself a drink and something to eat and we will start again in 20 minutes, sorry guys’ the producer called to the extras who are shared the same confused look as they walked out the room to the snack room.
the director and producer walked over to ara and changkyun who were now looking over the directions on the paper in front of them. ‘grab your brushes, lets go listen in’ Jules said cheekily dragging you over to the group, to touch up their makeup. you pulled a powder brush out of your waist pouch and some a compact and began to power changkyun’s face. the conversation sounded intense. ‘it’s just that it’s looking a little awkward on camera. you’re both very farm apart, your bodies need to be closer together. more intimate looking.’ he director said awkwardly. changkyun didn’t even seem to be listening. he was looking back up at you, even though you weren’t looking at him, you wouldn’t. not right now. ‘sorry I don’t want to be a pain.. I just can’t imagine what you're asking’ ara said shyly, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
‘come here’ changkyun demanded, not breaking his gaze at you. you shifted your eyes up to meet his. ‘what?’ you questioned, lowering your brush from his cheek. ‘like this’ he said calmly, taking your arm and pulling you down onto the sofa. suddenly you were straddling him, brushes still in hand and very confused. before you even had chance to object, one hand was trailing up your thigh to your hip while the other one travelled from your shoulder to your neck as his mouth made its way to meet it. his hot breath marking where you longed for his mouth to plant itself. his lips stopping centimetres from your sweet spot. the crew erupted with praise and woah’s. wishing he would stay there for a few more seconds was too much to ask as he pulled away, leaning back on the coach and removing his hands from your hip and neck. his eyes meeting ara’s shocked face, ‘like that’ he smirked. slowly you stood up, fixing yourself as you tried to come back to reality. ‘yes yes like that! lets go for a take while the extras are eating’ the director said running back to the camera followed by the director. Jules dragged your stunned body back to the crew area as your legs wouldn’t seem to carry you, before you could even say anything to changkyun about how he firstly shouldn’t have done that, or apologise to ara.
you watched as they got into position again, ran the scene, still as awkward as the last. the sighs and quick cut from the crew told you that they felt the same. ‘okay guys go get a drink and we will see if we can re work the scene’ the producer announced, very deflated. ara apologised and left the room, you couldn’t help but feel bad for her. this was uncomfortable, getting that intimate with someone in front of a whole crew. lord. you pulled your phone out your pocket to check the time. they were running behind. badly. as you locked it and put it back in your pocket you saw the director power walking over towards you. never good. ‘y/n will you do us a favour’ he asked you, sounding a little desperate. this could go one of 2 ways you thought. coffee run.. or something you realllly didn’t want to do. ‘umm.. what is it?’ you asked cautiously. ‘would you just do the scene with changkyun? we are running really behind and don’t have time to keep refilming’ he pleaded. you suddenly realised the entire crew was looking at you. including changkyun. ‘um.. I'm sure ara will be fine after she has a drink just give her another shot, please’ you whispered trying to not be heard by anyone else. ‘please y/n we don't have time, it’ll take 5 minutes max, please i’ll owe you one..’ he said, clasping his hands together pleading. you shifted your gaze over to changkyun who was stood in eye line behind the director, the corner of his lip curling into a smirk. god I hate him, you thought. ‘um.. yeah okay fine’ you said running one hand through your hair trying to calm yourself down. ‘yes okay amazing, get into positions please!’ he shouted turning back towards changkyun. your chest was burning like you were on fire as you watched him walk over to the couch, knowing exactly what was going to happen made it so much worse.
slowly walking to meet him at the coach and standing over him as he looked up at you with burning desire. you adjusted your shirt slightly before gently straddling him, keeping you distance still. feeling the discomfort erupting. changkyun was obviously enjoying your awkwardness, chuckling as he reached one arm around your hips and pulling you closer to him so your core was now directly on his bulge. your throat hitched as his cool breath trailed down your cleavage, never breaking eye contact. the burn in your chest was spreading through your entire body, every part taking turns to be set on fire. ‘I told you we weren’t done’ he whispered gruffly, knowing exactly what he meant. the moment was interrupted by the director ‘okay right lets go, very natural, just like earlier, y/n just follow the lead okay? right aaaand action!’ he called, causing the entire set to fall silent, waiting for whatever was about to happen. it took a moment before anything happened, soaking in exactly where your bodies connected. the music boomed low as you both became engulfed in a spray of smoke. it felt far more comfortable than before, like no one could see you.
changkyun’s hand spread flat travelling up your thigh, curving to the contours of your hip, leading up your side. your body froze outwardly, but inside you felt everything. his hand on a path to your breast, taunting you with the feeling he redirected his graze to gently trail over the top of your breast and up your neck. forcefully gripping the back of your neck and planting soft kisses up it, starting at the base and slowly working his way up. taking his time on every spot, missing non of it. earning a soft blow of air from your mouth are you arched your back to meet his hard chest. a breathy ‘knew it’ escaped his lips between harsh kisses up you neck as he reached your sweet spot.
you couldn’t let him have all the fun. you thought to yourself as you reached down to his belt loops, pulling your cores closer together taking him by surprise. a quiet low groan left his lips as you reached one hand into the back of his hair; gently tightening your grip, keeping him in place. his hands fell from you neck, holding his grip on your hips. you knew this was the reaction you wanted but you couldn’t stop there. taking the opportunity to snake your right hand up his chest to meet his jawline, holding it lightly, leaving his neck exposed. his eyes connected with yours, letting you have full control of him. his rosy lips slightly parted as you leaned towards them. grazing your nose against his, lips inches away from each other. the torment was well received, noticing a small smirk on changkyun’s lips. ‘kiss me then’ he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. you let out a breathy laugh as you removed the inches between you two, grazing your lips against his. you felt his entire body relax beneath you as he moaned into the kiss; allowing you full control. or so you though, he quickly wrapped a strong arm around your waist, flipping you over so he was on top. his torso baring weight down on you, pulling your legs to wrap around him. hands either side of your face to keep you exactly where he wanted you, leaving you completely submissive to his grip.
‘aaaand cut!’ the director shouted, pulling you both out of the complete state of euphoria you were just in. ‘fantastic guys, wow that was great. I think that’s it, take 10 minutes and we will start the next scene’ the producer continued, clapping as he stood up out of his chair. leaving the crew to continue to their lull. you slowly looked up at changkyun again who hadn’t seemed to look away. his once perfectly tousled hair now a mess, reflective of yours. you pushed yourself to sit upright on the couch, releasing yourself from his arms. silence. from you both. desperately trying to think of what to say; changkyun began ‘I knew you weren’t done’ he smirked. causing you to chuckle awkwardly, ‘whatever’ you replied running a hand through your hair, putting it back in place. ‘the shoot finishes at 5, I'll see you after’ he said flopping back onto the couch next to you. he wanted you to say yes. you knew that. and you couldn’t have that. not yet. you leaned towards him, watching him think you were going to kiss him again. stopping just inches away from his lips you whispered; ‘we’ll see’ standing up and walking away before he even had a chance to open his eyes. catching a view of you before you left the room, realising his trousers were now getting uncomfortable..
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First Love | 12
Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | alcohol | swearing
Word: 3.8k
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
Chapter Index
Ari opens the door, tossing her backpack to the floor. You weren’t expecting her to come back so early that when the door loudly creaks from the force of the door opening, you jump in surprise. She looks to you with a triumphant look on her face as she practically yells with the door still closing, “I got an A on my fucking paper!” The door slams shut as she does a weird and awkward dance.
“Good job. I knew you could do it,” you congratulate, saving your work on your computer.
Ari kicks her backpack with no care in the world as to what she has inside. “Let’s celebrate,” she extolls, pulling off her hoodie and tossing it on her bed.
You turn your body to the left where she stands, picking up her backpack and putting it on her bed. “Celebrate?”
“Yeah. It’s Friday, I got a well deserved grade after almost breaking my wrist, and I am in the mood for some good food and a drink or seven.”
“What about Hoseok?” Ever since Hoseok and Ari got together, they’ve been inseparable. You sometimes wonder if you’ll be like that when you get a boyfriend. All couples eventually spend time separately, right? You sometimes feel really disappointed in yourself for not knowing a lot when it comes to relationships.
“He’s staying after class with some of his classmates to study for a test that ends tonight,” she says, disbelief evident in her tone.
“Why hasn’t he taken the test yet?”
“I don’t know? He seemed really nervous about this test, so all he’s done is study like there’s no tomorrow. I hope he takes it soon because the longer he waits, the harder it will be to answer questions as time ticks by.” Ari shakes her head, walking to her closet and opening the door. “Are you going in sweats?” She looks at you through the mirror.
You blink at her. “We’re actually going?”
She scoffs, “Yeah. I wasn’t joking, Y/N.” She pulls out a red spaghetti strap and a black jacket. Removing her shirt, she slips on her top. “I want food and some drinks.”
You sigh, “Can’t we just order takeout and sneak some alcohol in?”
“And get in trouble?”
You stare at her, contemplating if sneaking alcohol is really worth it. Groaning, you get up from your seat. “How far are we going?” You walk to your closet, opening the door to grab your jeans and whatever black shirt you first grab. There is no patience when it comes to picking outfits. You just blindly pick and go and hope it looks nice on you.
“It’s only down the street,” she exclaims, taking a set at her desk to fix her makeup at her little mirror. Changing clothes, you realize you put on a turtleneck. You didn’t know you have this type of shirt in your closet. You’ve seen a lot of professional looks with turtlenecks, but you can’t remember buying this and found no reason to wear it. “That’s a cute look,” Ari suddenly says, her body turned towards you. You watch her get up from her seat, making her way towards you. She unbuttons your pants and pushes the lower half of your shirt in your pants. “You’ll look even cuter like this. Plus you have a nice ass, so show it off.” Your hands unconsciously go to your butt, suddenly feeling self conscious. Ari buttons your pants and tells you, “No one will look. You’ll be sitting the whole time.” She pulls your shirt out just a bit to give it a baggy look. “There. Now your cute ass will get attention, but you’ll just look like you’re not interested and they’ll be sad not to have the opportunity to speak to the gorgeous Y/N.”
Ari just seems to have a way with words.
After a few more minutes of double checking for everything, the two of you leave your dorm and head the usual route towards the front parking lot. As you pass Yoongi and Hoseok’s door Ari yells, “Let’s go get you drunk and a boyfriend, Y/N!”
You place your hand over her mouth. “Why are you yelling?” you whisper, checking behind you to see if anyone heard her.
Ari removes your hand from over her mouth. “I’m showing Yoongi you’re better off without him,” she replies, the two of you walking past the stairwell and into the hallway where the exit to the front is.
“What makes you think Yoongi is even in his room?” The two of you are halfway down the hall when the sound chatter can be heard as you pass a group of doors.
Ari shrugs. “The dude never goes anywhere besides class and his room right?” You don’t know yourself. A majority of the time you spent with him was either in his room or somewhere else that not many people from campus went to. “I want him to know you’re about to get dicked down and he’s missing out on a fine ass girl.”
“I’m about to what?” What does that even mean?
Ari laughs as the two of you exit the building and head down the stairwell. “Not today obviously, but it’s to make him jealous.”
“We don’t even know if he likes me,” you counter, following a group of students walking towards the front gate entrance.
“Opposites attract, Y/N.”
“I’m attracted to him, but that doesn’t mean he’s attracted to me.”
Ari loops her arm through yours. “You never know. He might have a crush on shy, innocent types.”
“Wishful thinking, Ari,” you say, shaking your head as the two of you reach the sidewalk and make your way up towards the bar that sits at the corner. There are a few other students a bit up ahead making their way towards the bar as well, their loud chatter can be heard from where you and Ari walk.
“So, how’s your project coming along? Don’t you have like two weeks left?” The two of you pass a hotel. The neon light hanging on the window to the reception flickers every few seconds. Everything is quiet in that building until you pass the seafood restaurant where you can see a few people laughing from the window. It looks more lively than the hotel.
“It’s going great surprisingly.” You rub your arm for a little more warmth. “I just have to finish my body and conclusion and then sum it a bit more for the poster.”
“Damn. So you’ll have it done earlier than anyone when it comes to projects,” Ari whistles.
“People finish their projects a week or more before the due date,” you say, the two of you are now closer to the bar where you know heat will be.
“People who are smart finish weeks before. The rest of us procrastinate,” she laughs, shaking her head. The bar is now within a few feet when Ari says through chattering teeth, “We’re running. I can’t do this anymore.” You don’t have much of an option as she begins to jog towards the building, dragging you with her. Pushing through the door the smell of nachos and burgers invade your senses, your stomach rumbling in hunger. Ari removes her arm from around yours, pushing you towards the seating area. “Go find us a table. I’ll grab the food and drinks.”
Walking further into the building, you look around for an empty table. The walls where the tables and booths occupy are yellow while the brick wall has the kitchen and cashier against it. You scan the room in search of someone leaving, but to your luck you don’t have to look long until you find an empty booth at the far end of the room. You make your way over as another group of people get up from their table, gathering their backpacks after what looks like studying. You take a seat just as Ari makes her way over holding two bottles.
As Ari takes a seat across from you, she hands you the clear bottle with a green substance inside and says, “Flavored alcohol tastes so much better. Plus you’ll want more.”
Thanking your roommate, you take the glass and take a swig of it. It tastes like apples. “Has Hoseok started his test yet?”
“Yeah. When I last texted him, he was getting ready to start the test. He’s nervous and I told him you said "good luck”. He gave me one of those crying faces.“
"I hope he passes,” you mutter as you bring the rim of the glass to your lips. After another drink you add, “Is he coming here after his test or will he just go back to his room?”
Ari thinks for a moment, opening her mouth to answer when the speaker above says, “Ari, please come to the front. Your order is ready.”
She gets up and makes her way to the counter at the front where your food is waiting. From afar you watch her grab the tray, say a few words to the worker and make her way back to your table. “He’s just going to go back to the dorms. He sounded tired over the phone when we last talked,” she answers, putting the tray down and taking her seat.
On the tray is a plate of a greasy cheeseburger and fries; the other plate has nachos with jalapenos. “You got a burger, too?”
“Yeah. I was just going to get nachos for the both of us because it’s a lot, but I was craving a burger, too.” She shrugs. “We’ll share both and have the night of our lives.” You chuckle, grabbing a chip with a jalapeno barely hanging on by the string of cheese that’s attempting to escape from your mouth.
You grab the plate that holds the burger and fries, pulling it towards you. Picking up the knife that’s placed between the fries and greasy stack, you cut the burger in half, careful to not give one side more than the other. “Midterms are starting in two weeks, do you know if all your classes will have them or just some?” you ask, pushing the plate back to the middle for Ari to reach.
She groans, “All of them are going to have a midterm. One of them is a fucking paper that has to be seven pages long.”
“Seven? Which class is that?” You also wonder when she was given the information about the paper, and how long she originally had to write it. Ari is a big procrastinator. If she can avoid doing work immediately, she will and give herself a few days to work on it with all the stress jumping at her.
She shoves a few fries in her mouth in an aggressive manner. “Modern Asia,” she answers, mouth full of chewed up food. “He gave us this big list of documents we need to pick from and watch. Then we have to write a paper on it and answer the questions he has for them. There are seven documents on six different countries.”
“Which one are you picking?” You grab a few nacho chips, flipping it so that the cheese wraps around and coats the chip more.
“Uzbekistan.” She grabs half of the burger, taking a bite out of the corner. “The People, History, and Culture of Uzbekistan to be more specific. It’s on YouTube so it won’t be a mission to find the video, but a big distraction because it’s on YouTube.” Ari takes another bite, bigger this time, of her burger. “This is really good.” She looks up to you. “Should I buy another one?”
“We haven’t made a dent in the nachos yet. Plus we still have the fries to finish,” you inform, clearly shocked that Ari’s ready for more.
“Take a bite of the damn burger and you’ll know what I mean,” she commands, gesturing to your half that sat on your plate in all its glory.
You roll your eyes, doing as told. You can’t deny that it smells amazing and your mouth waters at the endless possibilities as to what it’ll taste like. When you take that bite, it’s like taking a bite out of heaven. Sure you’re being over dramatic, but you totally understand Ari wanting to buy another one. “I’ll go get one,” you tell her, getting up from your seat and taking your bag with you while Ari laughs.
You get to the back of the small line, opening your bag and pulling out your wallet. “Next in line,” a voice calls from behind the counter. You take a step forward, now being two people behind before you’re called. You have to double check to make sure you brought your money with you. There were a few times when you just leave your money at home and have to go the day without eating when you’re stuck on campus all day. You get lucky sometimes when Ari would bring you your missing items. The worker calls for the next customer to come up.
“Y/N?” You look behind you to see a familiar face. A familiar face with a name you cannot remember. It’s your partner during beer pong. The handsome guy who any person would want to date. He’s easygoing and funny and friendly, and you cannot remember his name.
“Hey,” you say, trying your best not to sound lost because his name is not coming to mind. “How are you?”
“Good, good. A friend of mine and I were tired from studying, so we decided to come here for a few drinks and some food.” A voice calls for the next person; the two of you move up. “What about you?”
“My friend got an A on her paper. She wanted to go out and celebrate.”
“That’s awesome! I’d do the same if I were her,” he laughs, his smile actually making your heart race as he runs his fingers through his jet black locks.
“Hey, Hanbin,” a male voice calls, coming up to the line. Hanbin. That’s his name. “There’s no empty tables. You just wanna eat outside or bounce?”
“Really? Ah, man.” You watch as Hanbin looks around the building in hopes of someone leaving their table.
“You can eat with us,” you say before you can even stop yourself from letting the words escape your mouth.
Hanbin and his friend look at you. “Really?” the stranger asks.
You can’t say no. You already messed up, and saying no will only make you look like a jerk. “Yeah.” Good job Y/N.
“We don’t want to impose,” Hanbin tells you, looking a little nervous.
“It’s okay.” Where is all this false confidence coming from? “It’s up to you if you want,” you say, turning around and pointing in the direction you and Ari are sitting. “We’re over there if you want to join.”
“Next in line.”
You turn back around and make your way up to the cashier. You give your order for the second burger you and Ari are about to devour, paying and making your way towards your booth where Ari finishes her half of the burger. “I messed up,” you rush, grabbing your drink and placing it on her side of the table.
“Messed up? What’d you do?” Ari asks, suddenly being pushed further in the booth as you scoot in. “What are you doing?”
“Remember Hanbin? The boy I told you was my partner at the party?” You grab the plates and pull them closer to the two of you.
“Yeah?”
“Well he was standing in line behind me and we had small talk and the next thing I know, I invited him and his friend to sit with us,” you profess in a shaky voice.
“You just invited two guys over?” she asks in an ambivalent tone.
You can see her from the corner of your eye staring at you as you babble, “Yes.”
Her hand moves to her chest. “Has my little Y/N grown up?”
You turn to look at her in surprise. “You’re not mad?”
She laughs, “No. Why would I be?”
“Because you’re dating Hoseok and it’ll look bad if someone saw you chatting with a guy?” Isn’t that how it works? You’ve seen it in movies and it always leads to problems—eventually solved.
“Hoseok trusts me just like I trust him. I’d never cheat on him, and we’re not stopping each other from having opposite sex friends.” She shrugs, looking behind you. “Is that them?”
You turn to look in the direction her eyes are focused on. Hanbin and his friend stand by the soda fountain, getting their drinks. “Yeah. The boy with the green jacket is Hanbin and I don’t know the other guy’s name,” you confess, wondering if it’s rude to not introduce yourself. Then again, he didn’t either.
Ari’s voice is now closer to you as she speaks, “Don’t tell Hoseok but he’s really cute. Why not date him? Tall, fit and handsome? That’s a whole package.” She suddenly gasps, “His package must be—”
You cover her mouth with your hand. “Do not finish that sentence,” you sputter, glancing around to see if anyone heard you. To your luck no one’s paying attention to you and your perverted friend.
Aris swats your hands away. “He’s cute, Y/N. And if he comes over and sits with us, then he’s interested in you, too.”
“Or he’s looking for a seat because there is none,” you counteract, grabbing a nacho and shoving it in your mouth. “Also, I’m not interested in him.”
“Guess we’ll see.” A voice speaks over the speaker, calling your name. “Time to devour a delicious burger.” She slaps her hand on your shoulder, pushing you out of the booth.
Groaning, you get up and make your way to the pick-up counter, telling the person your name and getting your order. “Are you sure it’s okay?” Hanbin asks, suddenly appearing next to you to grab his own order.
You almost jump, gripping the plate tighter. He looks to you unsure if he’s allowed to follow. You can feel your heart racing. This is strange. Ari’s words are just getting to you. “Yeah,” you swallow, looking anywhere but at him. “It’s fine.” You are not growing feelings for him.
“Thank you so much, Y/N. I really wanted to eat some chicken strips,” he laughs, his voice sounding smoky.
Oh God you like him.
You, Hanbin and Matthew, he tells you, shaking your hand so enthusiastically, make your way towards your booth. Ari is busy stuffing her face with fries to even notice you three until you set the plate down and take a seat next to her. She looks up, eyes wide and fries sticking out of her mouth. Thankfully she waves rather than talk with her mouth full of food. Matthew gets in first followed by Hanbin.
“Uh.” You glance at Ari who quickly chews on her food. “This is my friend and roommate, Ari.” You point to Matthew. “Ari, this is Matthew and this is Hanbin,” you finish, pointing to the boy in front of you.
“Hello,” Ari starts, once she’s chewed and swallowed her fries, “I’m really hungry, and these fries are good.”
Matthew gasps, “They are.” He turns to Hanbin. “I told you this place has some fucking good food.”
Ari looks to Hanbin as if he offended her. “You’ve never been here before?” He looks at her with a lost expression. He clearly doesn’t know how to respond. To his luck, however, he doesn’t have to as Ari adds, “It’s a good thing you have a friend like Matthew to introduce you to nirvana.”
The brunette haired boy snaps his fingers, pointing to your friend. “Exactly.”
“What’s your major?” Ari asks, grabbing the second plate that has the burger to cut it in half.
“Biomedical sciences,” he answers, taking a bite out of his taco.
“Oh? That sounds interesting. What exactly do you study?” Ari rests her arms on the table, leaning forward. The burger no longer exists to her.
“Just kind of the understanding of biological and chemical systems of the human body. What about you?”
“Linguistics, and Y/N here is a photography major.”
Matthew’s eyes are now on you. “Oh another art type.”
“Art type?” you question, finally taking bites out of your half of the first burger.
“Yeah. Photography creates art; stand-still pieces. There’s art galleries for photography, right?” Matthew glances between you and Ari.
“Yeah, I believe so,” Ari replies, popping a fry into her mouth.
“Plus Hanbin here is also an art type,” he begins, nudging his friend with his elbow, “Film.”
“You’re a film major?” You look to him, completely invested in his stories you want him to tell.
He gives you a shy smile. “Yeah.”
And just like that the rest of the night is a blur. You four eat and definitely drink. Ari and Matthew are drunk while you and Hanbin are buzzed. You mainly have conversations with Hanbin half the time the four of you sit. The two of you talk about film and photography—things you do and try to make your work look better. Eventually Matthew’s girlfriend comes and picks him up. Ari gushes at how cute she is and you have to apologize for how… gushy she is. Matthew’s girlfriend doesn’t seem to mind much as she smiles and walks a drunk Matthew out of the building.
After a while you and Hanbin decide it’s time to head out. Hanbin offers to walk you back to your dorm, and rather than politely decline his offer you say, “Please.”
Now you and Hanbin are chuckling at Ari as she whines about how much she loves Hoseok. Reaching your room you unlock the door for Ari to stumble in and get ready for bed. You keep the door cracked open as you look back at Hanbin.
“Thank you for the walk back.”
He shakes his head. “No problem. With everyone being drunk, you never know who’s trying to start something.”
You smile. “Still, I appreciate it.”
His smile is even bigger as he points to the way you just come from. “So I can head back the way we came?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Guess I should head out. Be sure to give Ari some water and medicine for her headache if she gets one.” You nod. “We should do this again,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.
“Definitely. Goodnight and have a safe drive home,” you say, voice quieter than before.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he mumbles, and it’s so sudden.
An instant that makes your heart race and realization hit as he presses his lips to your forehead, leaving before you can say anything. You touch the spot where his lips met your skin.
You have a crush on him.
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Handcuffs / Ep 01 _ Invitation
Word count: 5.8K
Characters: Wonho x Honey (just a fictional character)
Genres: Angst, Romance, Smut, Fluff in some other sides
Warning for this part: English is not my first language so if you see some errors in grammar or words please don't mind it and enjoy it 😅😅
Summery: Lee Wonho is an idol, a god like one but he has some secrets in his life, just like all other normal people. But those secrets are turning to some serious problems and hurting his feelings. Every time he thinks about them, things are just going worse. He needs help to fix himself and finds a way to go free and it's like he found a great one at his birthday night party. Or maybe he just thought in that way? Will she becomes a helpful friend or only a disaster to ruin his life?
After some long weeks, there is a time for him to getting some rest. He was so busy lately and working so hard non-stop to his ass off on his albums and choreography of stages because he needs to get his place at business and manage his life in the best situation. He always wants everything to be perfect and flawless, so he works until midnight to the sunrise for days and skips his time to rest because he just can’t sleep when his damn brain doesn’t stop thinking about songs and stages and how they could be in fans’ eyes. Fans are always so much important and valuable to him, like always he says they keep him alive, but that much caring about them sometimes makes him forget about himself and what he needs as a normal big boy. He is an adult male, after all his schedules and his career, he needs to have a normal life and a healthy sex life too, for sure. But every time he is asked about having a girlfriend or being in a relationship, he shows his teenager shy smiles and says, he is happy to be alone and he has his fans, but let’s be honest, fans can make his sex life to be real? He knows the answer as everyone else does but he just disregards and prefers to think about how he can be on his own best for others.
Of course, he is damn good at everything, he is super talented and has a perfect look. From head to toes, he is the definition of perfection at one sight. He got a perfect buff body that worked on it hard for 10 years his ass off again, just like other things, and still cares about it too much. He and his body are out of genders to be loved and his personality is much more adorable than his muscles or abs. he can talk in that way to makes your heart meltdown over his voice and smiles, His beautiful sparkling eyes and his damn soft pink lips are too cute to handle but besides of all these sweet features and his manly look, there is always some secrets in the dark. He usually tries to ignore those secrets and telling himself he still has time to fix some hidden problems but also, he knows it’s already getting too late for it.
Tonight is a special night for him and his friends made a little party for him in a VIP club named “Lady M Club”. This party is all private and there are no worries about getting caught while having some fun. All the guests must have an invitation card to get permission to come in, so everyone there are idols or important people who want to have a good time in their personal space.
His all friends are present and so excited to make him surprised. but for him, today was only like other days to get up, go to work and only focus on the songs till night and then get back home. But his friends want to give him some happy moments and a little gift for his birthday, thanking and appreciating him after all the time of his hard work. Sure he deserves it all, but he doesn’t know it, himself.
He is just relaxing in the back seat of the car, while his manager is driving him home. In the space of the care is nothing but silence. He looks tired and leans his head back, watching lights of the cars and stores in street sides coming and going away, thinking about his life. Life is like this car and lights are like people, but he is always just like now. In his personal life, he just can watch them coming and leaving, there is no one who he can be able to hold it tight, but the fans. Anyway, he always can’t deny it all the time, he feels alone. Most of the nights and sunset hours of the days, when everyone is drowning in their own life and going on their ways, it’s only him, lonely on his bed, in the gym, in the room, in the studio, or wherever else. He tries hard to only keep his mind on his job and fans, but he is a human after all and needs someone only for him. And there is a fact, fans can’t just fill this gap in his life up.
Tonight, he will be on his 28 and another year passed so fast. Time is flying so damn fast and he is thinking about his dark secrets, the reason for being alone all these years and even running away from talking with his family or friends about marriage or being in a relationship. Even when he is thinking about it, he is under stress and uncomfortable feels come around because when he is trying to find a way to fix it, things just go weird and scary more and more indiscriminately. Lately, he is even trying to escape thinking about it but he can’t stop this body to do not react. He needs and unfortunately, he knows it, but can’t do anything for it.
He is all drowning in his fears and doesn’t notice that car is moving in another way and it’s not even close to his place. When he just snaps back on the present life, the car was in front of an unknown club door. He becomes confused and looking around.
“What’s this?” he whispers under his lips. He has no idea what is coming up.
“Your friends and team Wonho decided to build an especial night for you, so better you don’t make them wait for it more.” His manager states and comes out of the car. He smiles before coming down. His friends always were kind and so cherish him. They always were in his side in the best or worst times in the professional or ordinary times of his life and warming his heart up to go on and be the best. He always had a good and happy time with them, so tonight will be one of those good memories too.
He walks into the club's hall, following his manager. Suddenly lights and sparklers all around the hall turn on with a loud voice of crowd in there, singing the happy birthday song for him. His friends holding a big cake in their hands, his backup dancers are clapping and singing so happily, even his hairstylists and makeup artists are there to celebrate this wonderful night with him.
There is a cute chubby white rabbit on that light blue creamy cake with a big “happy birthday”, plus 2 little candles. He looks like a happy baby, standing right there and watching his friends and that creamy cake with a big cute grin on his face. He likes creams on the cake more than all of it so there is no wonder why he tries to take some creams from it even before blowing on the candles. He tastes his creamy finger with giggles as sweet as the cake flavor and finally, blows the candles with the ending of the happy birthday song.
Everyone makes noise for this big little boy and he looks incredibly happy. But it didn’t take too long because he hears a question reminding him of some fears.
“What did you wish before blowing on candles?” Minhyuk asks and makes his smiles almost disappear. By the way, he tries to hold it on and pretends as nothing happened. He had no wish on his mind before, but when he asked it, one word just passes from his thoughts. He surreptitiously wishes his fears be gone and stop hurting his feelings more.
“Nothing. I already got everything I want and I need, like best friends and going on billboard charts.” He says but it mostly smells like a lie.
“Yes, you make everyone jaws drop with your songs and concerts. You are one of the best male solo artists now. We are so proud of you bro.” Shownu says, putting his hand on his shoulder so proudly. But while he was appreciating him, another bro comes up with some annoying words.
“But now, living alone must be hard and boring, right hyung?” Changkyun asks and makes keeping that fake smile even harder. Now they were sitting around the table and start eating some piece of cake. He just drops his head down, knowing they are waiting for his words to know if he is doing well alone? So he has to answer it and stop making them consider that.
“It was hard at first and I was nervous about everything because I always had you guys around and now I have to take it all alone but I tried to take control. I’m fine now, don’t worry about me.” He scrambles at his best but it doesn’t look like if it works. That just turns to a switch on for his friends that are close to him as his dear little brothers show their feelings about his empty place at home and talking about some old memories. Memories are tasting bitter-sweet now. He will always keep them deep down in his heart and never forget or leave them but he can’t deny he does miss those days too. Sometimes, the world is just too cruel but we have to go on like him.
Only some minutes later, space just gets back on a fun and happy night. Everything is ready for having a good night out of all idol hustle life and just be young, wild, and free for everyone, but him. He just sits there alone, watching his friends dancing around or flirting with some of the girls at the party. He is rolling down on his thoughts and even didn’t notice the loud song in the club until he finds his ears are reacting as a female voice volume up. He gives his glance to the source of the voice, to the canter of attention on the little stage in front of the hall.
Some girls are singing and dancing there but one of them is the main vocal. Her voice is strong and will stay in your mind forever but it’s not just about that. She has 2 big dark beautiful eyes full of little stars. It’s kinda impossible to do not stare at her, with her black short hair, bright smiles while a red danger color has painted her lips and a shiny black short decollete dress hugs her craved body so tight. She makes sure that every girl in the party feels nervous about losing their men over her.
Hoeseok finds her looking at him back but there was a male familiar voice to steal his attention and give it to the owner of it.
“She’s pretty.” It’s Hyungwon, standing beside him from how god knows long minutes before and he didn’t notice his presence.
“y-Yes. But I was just watching the show like others.” He tries to protect himself, clearing his throat to make his voice goes right into Hyungwon's ears and don’t cause any misunderstanding. But it’s like Hyungwon is already into another thought of reality as he smiles with some special meanings to his friend.
“She’s a new friend of ours so we decided to introduce you to her too. This club belongs to her.” Hyongwon explains more about that female fatal who is still watching them with no shame on her wild eyes. Hoseok only shakes his head as he got the information and decides to drop his head because he is already choking with a clumsy feel boiling inside of him and he doesn’t want it to jump out with a blush on his face.
He just wants his night to go as well with no drama or any chaotic issues but it's freaking hard to focus on himself while that female voice is feeling ticklish in his ears like a magical spell to take him back and watch how mysterious she can be. But no, he is not one of those types of boys who are looking for pretty sexy girls to add some fun to their life. He just minds his own business and stays away from all troubling shits. He goes on his way.
Fortunately, songs finished and noises calm down but it doesn't mean party night is over. He is just pleased that voice is gone, so he can keep himself down easily, but it's like everything is out of his control tonight. Because while he is getting successful on taking good enough self-control, he hears Changkyun is greeting so warm to someone new-coming in the crow and automatically feels anxious rush in his bloodlines.
Before he tries to look at the new one, that familiar damage control female voice plays in his ears again. It's her, now closer and even more dangerous than what she seemed from the top of that little stage. She's perfectly a red light alert of danger to any man who is not about to get in deadly troubles, but also her bright smile pushes any buttons to make keeping any good controls impossible. He's not that crazy or even drunk to do any weird act, but he just feels he can't keep his eyes on himself when she is around. That girl is no good for his health because his heartbeat is already rose so damn fast and its pumping voice fills up his ears. He can't hear others' voices when they talk and laugh with her and her friends, until he feels Hyungwon's hand on his shoulder, saving him from a feeling like a coma with open eyes.
“I’m Chae Honey. Nice to meet you.” He only sees that girl in front of himself, offering her hand and introducing herself with a light smile on his red lips. Maybe he is all mesmerized by this foreign girl who has a face almost close to Korean cute babies but he still knows how should be polite or just try to keep himself together and push himself to DO NOT look like a boy who didn’t see any other girls in his life before.
“I’m Lee Hoseok, as might you know my name already, and nice to meet you too.” He says with a simple smile and tries to look confident enough. He secretly hopes they don’t see his clear embarrassing symptoms, as red cheeks or stupid look smiles. He has no idea what's wrong with him now because clearly he was around many beautiful girls before and he usually didn’t give a flying fuck, so what's different now?
“Oh, of course, I know you.” She states with a bigger grin. Her friends are already giggling behind her and whispering things between themselves. She tries to join them, but she didn’t even bother to keep her voice as a whisper to say “He’s too cute, isn’t he?”
And he just finds himself turning to their funny entertainment for rest of the night. This is so fucking embarrassing. They easily sit together and raise a toast for his birthday but intenlligibly, he just smiles and apologizes because he can’t join them for the peach champagne. He doesn’t like to drink while he knows it will catch him only on 2 shots and he will make himself even more ashamed in front of others. No thanks, He prefers to stay away as much as it's possible from them and rolls down on his thoughts' gray clouds.
But it didn't take too long. His friends want to enjoy and use all of their time with girls, music, and alcohol. What he doesn’t want to do. Why the fuck even he is here now for? It was like a torture on birthday's night before they leave, but when the last one, Shownu, just left and let him be alone with that damage control girl, it just turns to a perfect slowly death to him. The best he can do now is just stare at his feet and play with his glass of orange juice.
But he doesn’t know, the more he tries to be invisible, the more he attracts her attention to his shy behaves. She watches every move of him. His fingers gently dancing around on edge of glass between his hands, his nervous eyes, the way he moves neurotically his legs on the floor. He looks so cute to be able NOT To stare. It's rude but she just can't help.
“You are acting so awkward.” She says, while she keeps her big tempting eyes on him and drinks the last sip of her champagne. Almost makes him jump of his seat, surprised by her words. It wasn't hard for her to catch him up and he knows it completely, but he doesn’t want to be that easy.
“Excuse me?” He tries in his way to show things differently, hoping it works out and confuses her. But she didn't change her mind even for one second and just smirks. Like she already has read his mind and knows everything. What a dangerous lady!
“I’ve seen lots of boys and big men in my life and you are not like any of them around me. You are feeling so uncomfortable from that first moment you saw me. What’s the problem? I’m just wondering.” She lets her empty glass rest freely alone on the table and pulls herself closer to him, to make sure he hears every word she spells with her tongue. But it makes him even more nervous. Any move of her, even a simple breath and even that sweet scent of her, makes him nervous. She is so harmful to him.
“I’m just surprised by all this show because I was on my way home and suddenly I saw myself here. I apologize if I made you feel bad because of my behavior. I’m just tired.” He explains as best as he could, hoping he just leave him to be and find another fun company of her own for rest of the night, but she doesn’t want to go anywhere. He catches her eyes already. Rabbit on a damn shit trap.
“Yes, but it’s not for working too much until the morning.” She says with a smirk that makes her look even more devilish. He watches her like she's the real Satan and just comes on the earth to deceives him and makes him do horrible things. But the fear in his eyes only causes a beautiful light tone laugher of her.
“Don’t look at me like I’m a witch or something. I just know that kind of tiredness. And for your knowledge, I’ve seen lots of celebrities here and talked to them more often too.” She apprises to him about the truth of her. Might it help him relax and tries to have some fun.
“I don’t know what are you looking for on me, lady.” His words come out so cold like ices on a glass of whiskey, audibly talking to her about letting him go, but will she give up? absolutely not!
“Honestly nothing because you look like a statue of Michelangelo but only made of glass and I can see everything without even bother to ask.” She giggles silently after saying those words, mostly looks like saying she kinda gets into him already, but just even he can take the point? Not at all!
“I'm trying to make you take it easy.” So she tries to talks at an easier level of flirting.
“Yes. But I don’t need that ma'am.” And there we go again with Hoseok and his words from another level of speaking to fuck off bitch topic but in a polite way. He even doesn’t want to take a chance for himself to know a girl who is showing green lights to him, to come into her world.
“Ain’t you prince charming baby boy? Because you look like a gentleman jumping out of one of the fairy tails.” She speaks of that fact which is saying, the more you push and the more I'll follow.
“Are you trying to flirt with me?” He asks with a suspicious look on his face. Of course he found that out from the very beginning but he doesn’t want to accept it. Even now he hopes more kicking that he found her point on her face, would makes her to get off. But mostly and far from his hopefully wishes to all dead and living Gods, she looks like saying to herself ,,GOD! He finally finds out what's going on,,.
“Maybe. Just for finding what’s the problem of those red cheeks and wet hands?” She states and wants him to know his nervous acts are so clear and there's no need to try harder to hide them because he simply can not. But the ice-cold-look boy keeps his glances away and leaves her only with no words.
“Maybe a female Hitler girlfriend?” She tries to guess. When he doesn’t want to play with her, she continues it alone.
“Ah no!” He says in an annoyed tone. He looks so done already with her but why just doesn’t leave and run away to save himself from this devil murmuring in his ears now? “No, I have no girlfriend.” He just says to make her stop.
“Interesting big boy!” She says while thinking about other possibilities. “So may I ask why no girlfriend?” she tries again with another guess.
“Because I have a very busy lifestyle.” He lazily answers, almost giving up on her little game.
“OH God, please! Be honest with a girl like me who knows 99% of idols has their lovers.” She says in disbelief. In her thoughts, a man just like him never can be alone in his life because he is already too perfect to be untouched by no girl's hands. Girls are ready to kill for him, she can swear.
“Maybe I’m just on that 1%.” He states against her judging tone and raises an eyebrow. Now he looks like that devil which he used to imagine her in disguise.
“People on that 1% are only looking for a good partner, so do you?” She continues on her explains about what she almost experienced with people around her and at the end, when she indirect points at what scares that big boy in front of her the shit out, she just killed all the warming up space between herself and him.
When he just drowns in his silence again, she tries this time to read his facial expressions. “There is something that you are hiding from everyone, Lee Hoseok.” She speaks about what she can see behind his eyes. There's a secret. A truth is untold to anyone.
As to keep saying no words is not a good way to reject lady devil away, he gets another idea. “How old are you?” And he asks to start it with a question.
“It’s a dangerous question to ask from a lady, big boy.” She says perfectly amazed by this change in his voice and sentence.
“I just wonder because your beautiful face can’t talk honestly and your tongue is about to have over 30.” So now he tries his best to use some of his flirting skills. He and everyone around know he is one of the best boys on it, so it's better he uses it now.
“Oh my my! I’m only 22.” She says almost raising her volume and puts a hand on her chest as he hurts her with his mean words. Acting just like a drama queen. That looks funny and makes him smile.
“If I had a sister, she could be your age.” He playfully talks before takes the last sip of orange juice on his glass.
“But people don’t flirt with their sisters, so I dare you to call me sisi now.” She wiggles her eyebrows while talking back in the same tone as his. Causing a warm laugher between them like they are not strangers anymore and it feels right.
He feels better now around her. He likes the power she holds and how she is full of positive energy even while he kept pushing her away and tries to break her heart politely, but he couldn't. He just can't break a girl like her or maybe better say because this is her. An especial one.
As the silence back, Honey finds some heavy glances on themselves. It was Hoseok friends, hopefully watching them and wishing under their whimpers between each other that Hoseok finally decides to move on and step up to another level of his life. A new thing and new feels.
“They’re thinking you are finally starting something.” She calmly tells him what she already found from their way to watch them and trying hard to do not act like they are watching their most exciting favorite TV shows.
“Why is that so matter?” His annoyed tone backs when he looks up at his friends and makes them immediately turn around and do anything to look normal as much as possible.
“Because they want you to be happy.” Honey tries to make him understand that his friends only want him to have a life for himself.
Before this party and even the time that they all decided to plane a big gift for him, Honey and Hyongwon and sometimes with other boys, they talked about how Hoseok lives as Wonho on stage and mostly he forgets the Hoseok part of his life. That personal part, that part which should be full of his things, not fans, not friends, not even his family but only him and what he enjoys doing. They always said how he cares about others more than himself and it's not hard to find him completely lost in thoughts to how to fix things when someone is talking about its own problems.
Secretly, boys thought that probably Honey is the one who can change Hoseok's life with her special powers of being a female alpha. They just wanted to give a chance to their best and kind friend to get some happiness for himself. But this all wasn't like Honey didn't know anything about the secret plane.
She knew Hoseok or that sexy Wonho always shinning on TV or everywhere else he appears with his god-like body shape. She silently had a little crush or some ticklish feel for him but she wasn't sure to look perfect enough to be with an amazing complete man like him.
This female fatal always tries to look so incredible and shine better than other girls around, but on another side, she always asks herself is she enough for everything? Is she good at what she's doing? And in her own eyes, no matter how much she tries, she's never all enough. Maybe it's all because she never had someone simply told her that she's fine. She doesn't need to push herself too much to get through. People always expect too much and they don't understand how it can hurt.
Suddenly, she finds herself drowning in staring at him like she is all about to appreciate one of the best and awesome works of art just here next to her. He is tired and needs to sleep, so she thinks it's better to make the night shorter and let him to finds his peace for what is left of the dark hours of the night.
“I have to wait till they back and we give you this. But I think before you get more awkward in front of everyone, better I do it now.” she states before taking off a little envelope from her handbag.
“This is your birthday gift.” Then she explains what's up about it, keeping the envelope close to him, expecting he takes it sooner and opens it.
“Two tickles of a flight, straight to Jeju Island for a break.” As he takes the envelope and slowly trying to open it, she couldn't help but leaks what's the surprise on it so then sees how his face changed to a shocked look.
“But I can’t go to a break now. I have a lot of stuff to do here.” He disaccords the idea of what they planned for him.
“They got your back and just want you to relax your mind only for a week.” She tries to comfort his worries and tells him to go and just have fun.
He looks at tickets in his hand. He knows he needs that to relax his mind for some days and only let his body and soul rest in peace to get enough energy to come back and work even harder. Indeed, he finished his promotions of his new album just some days ago and a great online concert after that, so he can accept it and just go. But when he just looks at that extra ticket, he feels bad even more that what it was. He doesn't want it. Better he chocks himself with working damn hard and pass out in late hours at night till tearing up every sunset in lonely holidays.
“You have to choose who you like to take with yourself for this trip.” She talks and makes it even more difficult to him. That much hard till he can't just deny that sad truth in his life.
“But I’m alone.” He says, mostly like a painful whimper and drops his head down. This view just aches Honey's heart. She doesn't want to see him like that.
“Any crush or someone you were into and you couldn’t tell it to her or even him to be with you?” She desperately tries to remind him what is not even exist in his life. And soon, when his expression even didn't change on a good way, she gives up. She feels guilty now because she sees herself as a bullying little girl at kindergarten who holds on a poor little boy and torturing him by the fact that he is all alone with no friends. She feels like a monster now.
“Ok! It’s up to you baby boy. You have your time till Friday night to find someone and stop being alone after all these years. Don’t you think?” She just says fast and gets up without waiting a second for his conceivable answer. But her words light his mind up this time. She's right. He's so sick to be alone, to wake up alone, to eat alone and even crying alone. Enough is enough to him.
He takes a deep breath and rise his head up to look her in the eyes, but it was like she was just that devil he thought about before and now she's all gone. Fully disappeared. But he doesn't want to give up. After all these times, he feels different around a girl and he can't deny his inner tendencies. His secret desires that used to scare him the hell out now feels not that bad and he knows it's all because of this fearless wild woman. He can't let all of this go so starts to search around between the crowd.
His friends are coming to him just by the time that they saw he gets lonely again. Almost disappointed in that thought he lost his chance to get a good girl in his birthday's night. Minhyuk climbs up to say some sarcastic words but Hoseok is faster. "Didn't you see where Honey goes?" He asks without even thinking twice and lets his friends confused. They also search around themselves to find her, but mostly they are curious why he is searching over her now after that long conversation between themselves? They want to know all about it.
"Does everything go well or ..." Hyongwon asks but he cuts his words off, his eyes moving between people faces one by one. "I'm fine. I'm about to leave and thank you for all of this but ..." He pauses at his words as his eyes catch her in front of the bar, ordering a drink for her terrible feels.
"I need to thank her too." He ends his sentence with some words which are meaning differently in this situation. Passing his friends so fast and almost running to the girl who is busy with choosing a heavy drink for herself.
She thanks the barman with a simple smile on his face which is gone almost when barman is turning around. She takes a deep breath and wants to spin around and see if he still looks upset or not, but when she just moves, almost jerk off with seeing him in only some inch distance with her face and body.
“Come with me.” He talks so speedy and she is not sure even if she hears him right with the loud music playing in the club.
“w-What?” She asks, looking like a lost little girl and completely eyes confused, do not to know where to focus. But he seems so serious and in rush.
“I know I look so rude and weird now but I think I want you to come with me.” He keeps himself down a bit and explains what he means. Now watching her with hope in his eyes to she accepts.
“So … I have to pack my things up.” She says confusedly. Not sure even what she's doing. Maybe it was what she waited for, but surely not like that. Anyway it looks cute so then why not?
“See you later.” He says with a fainted color smile on his lips. Probably thinking about he could save himself but also there's a voice in back of his head, saying terrifying words about how he can even control himself when he gets alone with this girl?
“Saturday morning on 9 AM.” She mentions date and time written on tickets. Low key saying that she spends a lot time to stare at those tickets wishing she be that lucky one who can stay with him on his unexpected vacation.
“Good night.” He says quickly as he sees his friends coming there. He was in pressure enough tonight from in and outside so better to run away now and let them to guess any dramatic things around what happened tonight.
“Yeah ... Good night.” She whispers, as watching his perfect back going out of her club, leaving her alone in shock and a bunch of questions which are coming to her and she doesn't know even how the fuck she supposes to tell them.
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