#also the cleavage shot.. chefs kiss

[klingerfashionarchive]

season 7 episode 11

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit

word count: 4.1k

summary: joel agrees to go out to tommy’s favorite bar, where he watches you ride a mechanical bull and wishes you would ride him.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, dual POV, no defined reader age or physical appearance besides outfits, alcohol use, joel getting slapped, tommy is a little shit, first date anxiety, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, praise, pet names, girl on top, couch sex, unprotected p in v, teasing, deep throating, more men whimpering and begging 2k23. let me know if any warnings are missing!

author’s note: look, i know i’m in the middle of my spooky specials but i saw two very specific tik toks that left me with the need to write this 😵‍💫 also this post layout is inspired by @bits-and-babs, whose works and aesthetic are chef’s kiss.

“Why did you pick this place?” Joel grumbles, hand wrapped around a sweating bottle of beer. People keep jostling him as they squeeze past, forcing him to keep his elbow tight to his side to avoid having his beer be collateral damage.

“You’ll see,” Tommy says with a cryptic wink. Joel rolls his eyes.

Tommy has dragged him out to a saloon style bar, complete with swinging wooden doors and longhorn skulls decorating the walls. Everything is shiny dark wood and western motif, down to the saddle style barstools. Most of the patrons have leaned into the theme, too — tassels, leather, cowboys hats, and ostentatious belt buckles.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen!” A man’s voice calls out over the speakers. “The show is about to begin!”

“Show?” Joel asks dubiously. Tommy only grins at him, dragging him by the arm towards the back of the bar.

He weaves through the crowd until they’re only behind a few rows of people that have gathered around a mechanical bull riding ring, of all things. The floor of the ring is inflatable and in the middle sits the brown bull figure. Joel catches his first glimpse of you, a gorgeous woman in denim cut offs standing beside the bull. Your black leather halter top plunges low to expose your cleavage and stops short of the waist of your shorts, a tantalizing strip of your stomach on display. The black leather of the top matches your black leather boots and the cuffs snapped around your wrists.

“One of Salty Saloon’s very own has stepped up to take the bull by the horns tonight!”

You lift a hand to wave, bright smile on your face as you take in the crowd. Your eyes land on Joel and for a brief moment he swears he stops breathing. He can’t hear anything the emcee is saying, all the noise around him just a dull buzz as he watches you swing yourself up onto the back of the bull.

“Alright, alright, alright! Our rider’s goal is to stay on for one minute using only one hand! If she falls before the buzzer, y’all get nothin’. But if she makes it, shots are half off for the rest of the night!”

A cacophony of cheers erupts around Joel and you straighten your spine, holding your hand out with a thumbs up. The music starts, some pop song he’s heard on the radio in the morning when he’s taking Sarah to school, and the mechanical bull turns in a slow circle. You have one hand twisted in a leather strap, the other raised above your head as the bull bucks and swings, your hips moving smoothly with the machine.

“Goddamn,” someone says from behind Joel. “I ain’t ever wanted to be a bull so bad in my life.”

Me, too, he thinks.

Your thighs press tight against the sides of the bull as it swings around, turning you to face the section of crowd Joel stands in. You release the hand grip, both hands in the air now as you rely solely on your legs and core to keep you up on the machine. When the machine turns again, you manage to lift your body and swing your legs around to reverse your position, now seated facing the back of the bull.

“Alright, ten more seconds!” The emcee calls out. The crowd starts to cheer your name and Joel can’t help but join in, eyes glued to you as you continue to swing and sway like all the movements are nothing but second nature to you.

“Three! Two! One!”

A cowbell goes off, signaling the end of your ride. The bull slows to a stop and you sit there for a moment to catch your breath, waving at the crowd. The bar owner, Johnny, comes out onto the crash pad with a huge grin on his face.

“Great job up there, kid. Now go sell some half priced shots,” he says with a good natured pat on your shoulder.

You return to the bar, where the other two bartenders scheduled tonight field the after-show rush, lining up shot glasses and filling them in quick succession with the requested liquor. When you get behind the bar, a familiar head of curly hair catches your eye.

“Tommy!” You call, excited to see one of you favorite regulars. He shouts your name as you stop in front of him.

“This is my brother, Joel!” He says, slapping the back of the man beside him. You’d seen him in the crowd, a handsome guy with broad shoulders stretching a dark blue t-shirt, warm tan skin, and messy curls that speak to the family resemblance between him and Tommy. You reach a hand across the bar, Joel’s calloused fingers dragging against your palm as you greet the man.

“It’s nice to meet you, Joel. Can I get y’all anything?” You ask. Tommy grins.

“Let me get this man a slap shot!” He yells.

You glance at Joel. “That okay with you?” You ask.

His eyes are comically wide as he nods. You step back to ring the bell behind the bar, your fellow bartenders whooping and cheering, a chant of “SLAP SHOT! SLAP SHOT!” echoing around you.

Haley sets a glass of water on the bar for you and you grab a pint glass, filling it with ice and two ounces of Jim Beam and amaretto. You smack the steel shaker on top, grabbing both glasses and shaking them vigorously over your shoulder.

You strain the contents of the shaker into a shot glass, amber liquid flowing to the brim. When you’ve got everything ready, you leave the back of the bar and squeeze your way through the crowd until you’re in front of the two brothers and can hoist yourself up onto the bar.

“Alright, Joel, are you ready?” You shout. He looks a little confused, brows pinched tight over kind brown eyes, but he nods anyway, holding his hand out for the shot glass. Tommy watches with a shit eating grin. “Three! Two! One!”

Joel takes the shot and you follow it with a glass of water to his face and a slap across his jaw in quick succession. Tommy is howling with laughter and Joel’s face is one of pure shock, red blooming across the skin of his cheek. He turns to his brother.

“Tommy, what the fuck!” Joel shouts. His hand wraps into the neck of Tommy’s shirt. “You little fuckin’ shit!”

You have the sinking realization that Joel wasn’t prepared for what a slap shot entails. You had just assumed this was something Tommy had told him about, having been to the bar so much the last few months.

Joel looks mad as hell, his shoulders tense and you worry he may actually throw a punch at Tommy. You hop from the bar and get between the two men, pressing a hand to their chests and pushing them apart.

"You, come with me," you say, pointing to Joel. "And you," -- you jab a finger into Tommy's chest -- "are on my shit list."

You take Joel by the hand and guide him to the back office, shutting the door and muffling the noises of the bar beyond it. His face is still dripping wet and the water dripping from his chin has gathered into a sizeable spot on the collar of his shirt.

"I am so, so sorry," you start, rifling through the storage cabinet for a bar towel. You hold it out to him, avoiding his gaze. "Tommy comes here so much that I just thought he'd told you about what a slap shot was. I should have told you, oh my god."

"Hey, it's okay. I ain't mad at you," Joel says, running the towel over his damp face. "Tommy, though. I'm gonna kick his fuckin' ass later."

"Still," you mumble, twisting your hands together nervously. "I'm sorry. Is your cheek okay?"

He rubs the towel over his head to dry his hair a bit, the action leaving him adorable mussed, curly strands sticking up in every direction. You're staring at him, maybe a little too much, but who can blame you? The man is hot.

"Yeah, trust me. I've had worse," Joel replies with a laugh.

"You get slapped by women often?" You tease.

"The number of times ain't just one."

"Oh, a bad boy. Mama warned me about guys like you."

He laughs again, long and low, running a hand through his hair. "Well, thank you for the towel."

"Right. And your next drink is on me. As an apology," you tell him.

"I'd rather get your number," he says. "You know, as an apology."

You raise your eyebrows at him before turning to the manager's desk, grabbing a marker and tugging the cap off with your teeth. You slide a hand down his arm, lifting his forearm up so that you can write down your number across the smooth, tan skin.

"I'm off next weekend," you comment when you've recapped the marker.

"I'll keep that in mind," Joel replies with a grin.

Joel's nervous as he waits outside of your apartment building in his truck, fingers tapping a nameless tune against the steering wheel. It's Saturday night and he's here to pick you up for dinner at a restaurant in downtown Austin, one that required he dig out the old black button down he keeps shoved in the back of his closet for parent-teacher conferences and funerals.

The front door to your building opens and you emerge, dressed in a pretty red wrap dress and black heels. Joel gets out of the truck and jogs around to the passenger side to open the door for you and he's surprised when you lean up and kiss him on the cheek.

"Hey," you say in greeting, climbing into the truck and settling into the passenger seat, your purse on your lap. Joel can't help the dopey grin that's surely stretched across his face.

“Hey, yourself. You look nice,” he replies. He shuts the door and jogs around the the driver’s side.

“You don’t look so bad either,” you tell him as he starts the truck up. He can feel his cheeks get warm and he hopes that you can’t see him the proof of his nerves in the dark cab.

At the restaurant, the host leads you both to a small table towards the back of the restaurant, pristine white tablecloth topped with a small vase of flowers and a flickering votive candle. A waiter in a white button down comes by to take your drink orders before disappearing the the kitchen, leaving the two of you regarding each other in silence.

“Look, I gotta be honest about somethin’,” Joel says, leg bouncing beneath the table. “I’ve got a kid. Sarah, she’s thirteen. Light of my life, you know?” He takes a deep breath before finishing with, “And I don’t think I’ve even been on a date since she’s been born, so this is just…a little new to me.”

“You have a kid?” You ask. For a moment Joel worries that he may have ended this before it could even get a chance to begin, but then your face lights up with a sweet smile and you ask, “Will you tell me about her?”

Joel does. In between ordering and eating your delicious meals, you and Joel discuss anything and everything. He tells you about Sarah and his contracting work, while you tell him about your full time job as a pharmacy technician, the gig at the bar a part time thing on some weekends. He nearly makes you snort your water out of your nose with a story about rescuing Tommy from the bathroom of the girl he’d been seeing when her long distance boyfriend, who Tommy didn’t know existed, showed up at her apartment.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim breathlessly. “And he just jumped out of the bathroom window?”

“To be fair, she had a first floor unit,” Joel confirms. “His royal pain in the ass still made me take him to urgent care because he thought he broke his ankle.”

“You’re a good brother,” you say with a smile. Joel feels the warmth of it in his veins.

After dinner, the ride back to your place is quiet, the comfortable silence filled with the low music from the radio. In a moment of bravery, Joel reaches over and lays a hand on your low thigh, just above your knee as he drives. He refuses to look over at you, but from the corner of his eye he sees you look down at his hand before looking back out the window.

He counts that as a win.

He pulls up the curb outside your apartment and kills the engine. You speak before he has a chance to agonize over what to say.

“Will you walk me to my door?” You ask.

He feels relief and anxiety in one fell swoop. He agonizes internally over whether to kiss you goodnight as he follows you up the stairs to your apartment, the buzzing in his brain momentarily silenced while he watches your hips sway as you climb the steps.

You stop on the second floor, guiding him down a long hallway to a door marked with a black metal number three. You turn to face him, looking up at him through your lashes.

“This is me,” you murmur. Joel swallows nervously.

“Right. I, uh…I had a really great time tonight,” he says.

“Would you…want to come inside?”

Joel’s brain short circuits. “Would I—? Yeah.”

You turn to unlock the door, pushing into your apartment and Joel follows you inside. The apartment is dark but you quickly turn on the lights as you move further inside, illuminating an open living room with a dining nook. There’s a door off to the right that he assumes is your bedroom and an open kitchen to the left. It’s small, but it’s cozy, bursting with colors and fabrics and mismatched furniture.

“Well, this is home,” you say with a shrug. You set your purse down on the small circular dining table. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’ve got beer, some liquor on the bar cart over there if you want to have a look.”

“Beer is fine,” Joel says, taking a seat on the comfy looking couch. You return with a bottle of beer, passing it to him before settling in beside him, kicking off your heels and drawing your legs up beneath you.

He takes a sip, fortifying his nerves. He wasn’t lying when he said it’s been a long time since he’s been on a date, but even sex has been a distant thought for the last year or so. He doesn’t want to mess this up.

“So,” you start, your elbow pressed into the back couch cushion while you lean your face into the palm of your hand. “You wanna know what I think?”

“‘Bout what?” Joel asks.

“You.”

“You got a report card ready for me already?”

“I think” — you take the beer bottle from his hand, setting it on the coffee table — “you’ve spent a long time being a caretaker. Right? You’ve got Tommy, who was already a handful. Your daughter, who’s obviously priority number one. You’ve got a business to worry about, workers to care for.” You shuffle closer on your knees, swinging a leg over his and settling yourself onto his lap. “This okay?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he replies, probably a bit too enthusiastically. His fingers curl into the couch cushions and he wants to reach up to wrap his hands around your waist but he’s not sure if he should.

You play with the collar of his shirt. “What do you think about having someone take care of you for a change?”

Joel’s stomach flips, cock jumping in interest as the blood in his brain rushes south and leaves him only capable of responding with a mumbled, “Oh?”

“I just think you deserve someone treating you real nice,” you say with a shrug. Deft fingers work at undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Especially when I was so mean when we met, slapping you across the face like I did.”

“Told you not to worry ‘bout that,” he replies, head dropping against the back cushions. “S’not like I didn’t like it.”

“You like to be roughed up a little, Mr. Miller?”

“Maybe.”

Your grin is wicked as you drag your nails down the now exposed skin of his chest. He hisses at the sting of it.

“Interesting,” you murmur. You lean close, chest pressed against his, hands coming up to frame his face. Your nails scratch through his beard now and he groans his appreciation.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. “Please?”

You respond by pressing your lips to his, chaste as first. Your mouths move together slowly, feeling each other out. It’s you that takes it deeper, tracing your tongue over his bottom lip and dipping it inside to tangle with his. He wraps his arms around your low back, holding you tightly in his lap as he consumes you, drunk on the feeling of your breath in his lungs.

You drags yours lips away from his with a slick sound, trailing them along his jaw and towards his ear. You nip at his earlobe, teeth gentle and breath hot before whispering, “Can I suck your cock, Joel?”

A whimper claws it’s way up Joel’s throat as he nods, already unable to form words. He’s no stranger to turning into a puddle for a pretty woman but he’s certain this must be a new record.

You slip from his lap and kneel on the floor, pushing his legs apart so that you can settle in between them. Your hands reach for his belt, tugging on the buckle and pulling it loose so that you can pop the button of his jeans and tug the zipper down, the metallic sound loud in the quiet room.

Your fingers curl into the waist of his jeans and Joel lifts his hips a bit to aid you in tugging them halfway down his thighs. His cock tents his boxers in an obscene way, a wet spot already staining the fabric. You run your palms up his thighs before bracketing his member between your hands, lightly running your thumbs up his length.

“Christ,” Joel says, teeth digging into his lip.

“That feel good?” You ask.

“Uh huh.”

You smile beatifically before leaning forward, warm breath on his covered cock as you press gentle kisses through the fabric. Joel’s hips twitch and he lets out a deep groan.

You tug the elastic of his boxers over his length, tucking it beneath his balls. He’s practically vibrating with need but you continue to take your sweet time, pressing more kisses along his shaft, tracing the tip of your tongue over the prominent vein.

“You have a pretty cock, Joel,” you say, wrapping your hand around the base of him to hold him steady. It’s a struggle to keep his eyes open but he doesn’t want to miss the sight of your tongue lapping at the bead of precum gathered on his flushed tip, or the way your own eyes flutter shut as you let out a little moan of appreciation.

You wrap your lips around his cock, taking him inch by agonizing inch into your warm mouth and Joel feels any semblance of sanity disappear from his lust clouded brain. Your eyes stay fixed on him as take him in as far as you can, throat fluttering around the sensitive head when you swallow before pulling up, twirling your tongue around the tip, and plunging back down.

“Christ,” Joel groans, reaching out to cup your cheek. “You look so goddamn good like that.”

You lift off his cock and take it in your hand, moving it across your lips as you ask, “Like what?”

“Chokin’ on my cock, sweetheart,” he growls.

“That was nothing.”

Joel’s about to ask what you mean when you lower your mouth over his length once more. He can feel you flatten your tongue, your throat and jaw relaxing enough to take him to the very base, your nose tickling the wiry curls on his pelvis. He moans as you swallow around him, breathing through your nose and holding yourself there for a moment before coming up with a gasp, tears gathered in the corners of your eyes and spit making your chin shiny in the low light.

“So…I could keep doing this,” you tell him, “or…”

“Or?” He asks.

“Or…you could let me make us both feel good.”

You stand up, your hands untying the knot that holds your dress together so you can push it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. You push your panties down your legs and unhook your bra, leaving you gloriously naked in front him, every inch of you like a piece of art meant to be admired. Joel’s hands, greedy and unfulfilled up until now, reach up to grip your hips and pull you onto his lap, your pussy hot and wet against his cock. He lets his hands wander over every inch of exposed skin, relishing the way your ass fits in his palms and the way you hiss when his thumb caresses a tight nipple.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he moans, his lips against your rapid pulse, teeth ghosting the thin skin of your neck. “Need you so bad, baby.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you whisper, reaching between your bodies to hold his throbbing cock steady, notching it at your soaked entrance and beginning a slow slide down.

Joel is panting against your sweat slick chest, mumbling desperate words into your skin as you take him inside of you as slowly as you can, thighs burning with the effort. When you’ve finally seated yourself on his lap, his head drops back to the cushion, eyes squeezed shut tightly and fingers nearly bruising on your thighs.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” he begs. “Oh, fuck, feels so good.”

Where he’s desperate for you to stay still, you’re already desperate to move. His cock is perfect, thick and long with a slight upward curve, pressing up against your g-spot with stunning accuracy. You’re certain this won’t last long for either of you.

You rock slowly, forward and back, little movements of your hips. Joel lifts his head, looking down at where your bodies are connected with dark eyes. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair and giving it a sharp tug that has him hissing your name.

You start to move more quickly, rolling your body in smooth waves over his. He’s panting as he looks up at you, sweat gathering at his temple, and his hands grip your ass and follow your movement reverently.

“So fuckin’ good,” he moans, “you’re gonna make me come, baby, goddamn.”

You speed up, bouncing on his lap now. Your couch creaks the slightest bit, protesting your movements, but you don’t care — all you care about is the man beneath you and the desperate little noises spilling from his lips as you make good on your promise to take care of him.

“Touch me,” you command. “I’m so close, Joel, please.”

He’s a good listener, your Joel, his thumb immediately finding your clit and circling it with messy movements that drive you wild, that tension in your muscles coiling tighter. Joel’s hips flex into yours with each drop down his length, the room echoing with the lewd sounds of skin against skin and the chorus of whimpers that spill from both of you.

“Joel, Joel, Joel,” you chant. He wraps his arms around you, really thrusting into you now as your own movements falter and you collapse forward, head buried against his neck as you come, trembling with the strength of it.

It’s not long after that he goes still, cock pulsing inside of you as the aftershocks of your orgasm wash over you. You stay slumped against each other, catching your breaths and waiting for your racing hearts to come back down to earth.

“That was…,” Joel says with a breathless laugh that shakes his chest. His fingers play up and down your back, soothing and gentle. “Goddamn, that was amazin’.”

“Yeah?” You ask, lifting your head. You smooth his messy hair back from his forehead. “You weren’t so bad either.”

He nips at your neck in retaliation, making you laugh and squirm away from him.

“Do you have to get going?” You ask.

“No,” he replies. “Tommy’s watchin’ Sarah for me tonight. He owes me one. Besides, I’m ain’t done with you yet.”

“No?”

“Not even close, darlin’.”

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[ak-the-valkyrie]

!!!Black Widow spoilers ahead!!!

I saw Black Widow a week ago (and completely forgot to post about it)

Yelena is my new favorite Marvel character

Melina's soft "Yelena, it's mama" was so f*cking precious

Yelena's vest ❤

Yelena mocking Nat ❤

The use of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" in the beginning was perfect

*sees the Widows training in the Red Room* *heavy breathing*

(I like badass women, okay?!)

The fact that Florence Pugh improvised the vasectomy scene was just *chef's kiss*

*my friend and I frantically (but quietly) discussing whether the kids in the beginning were Nat and Yelena or not* "It's in Ohio, they were born in Russia" "No Russian dialect/accent?" "Nat said she never knew her father, but that's her father right there" (we thought the beginning was from before they were taken by the Red Room)

No deep cleavages ✅, no loose hair✅ = perfect costume design

(I just wish there weren't so many shots centered on ScarJo's ass)

(Also wish that they hadn't used a handheld camera as some scenes felt very shaky)

It was so cool seeing Taskmaster fight as different Avengers

Yelena's "it was real to me" at the dinner table 😭😭

*Yelena whistles at Nat's grave* *hope swelling that Nat is alive* *it's just Valentina* "FUCK!"

Melina naming a pig after Alexei

(Was there a widow speaking Swedish or were my friend and I delusional)

I love all the mentions of Clint, especially his and Nat's hideout at the subway

Nat and Yelena acting like proper siblings

Yelena eating an old piece of candy

Yelena: *shudders* "that's disgusting"

Natasha breaking her nose and just decking Dreykov

And the latest news: Scarlett suing Disney

(Credit @alsharira)

To put the movie simply; Yelena Belova is an international treasure and deserves the world

(Disney don't be cowards and give us a trilogy)

[whereisten]

Dinner for Two

A Yuta fic that’s part of our Halloween Series!

Summary: A dinner at the high-end Osaka Moon leads you to the head chef and owner, Nakamoto Yuta.

Pairing: Chef! Yuta x female reader

Genre: romance, angst, smut, fluff, mystery, suspense, drama, crime, HORROR

Word Count: 7.8k 

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drug abuse, verbal abuse, mention of sexual assault, infidelity mention, deaths, and big, uncomfortable twist (the ending is not for the faint of heart, I’m warning you).

(A/N): Hiya! Well, this is probably the most disturbing thing I’ve ever written. Hope you enjoy! Haha actually, this story was inspired by Yuta’s iconic tweet: “I will eat you”. Well, if that’s not a spoiler...Thank you so much for waiting. I apologize for the delay! Please come back later tonight for another spooky tale...Also, my apologies, I didn’t get a chance to proofread. I appreciate your patience. :D 

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Life had dealt you some harsh blows but you found happiness wherever you could. Your management position at the vinyl store Neo Records gave you prime access to the best music in the world. Even if the employee discount was trash. You’d worked at the records store for a few months now. This followed you having moved out of your mom’s place. You’d lived with her and your beloved stepfather while you attended college but you’d had enough.

Your mom was a drug addict and her husband Scott only enabled her to continue her abuse. You couldn’t say anything to them because you were the child and they were the adults.

And, as they had always thrown in your face, they paid for a good amount of your tuition because financial aid and scholarships could only do so much for you.

Well, you’re twenty four now and still a child in their eyes. You couldn’t take your mother’s mood swings and Scott’s goading for her to thrash around and party all the time. If your mother wasn’t going to get therapy and refused your help, then you decided to leave.

You had a really good relationship with your dad. You’d wished you had gone to live with him but during your college years, he’d only made enough to send you some funds for your tuition. You appreciated what he could do for you.

However, now he was more financially stable and he wanted to support you so you could move out of your mother’s house. You’d live in an apartment not too far from your dad’s place so you could visit him as much as you’d like. It drove your mom crazy. She always tried to contact you and convince you that she was going to get help. It was a tale as old as time. She said she would get help but never did anything about it. Once she had you under her finger, she reverted back to her ways: skipping work shifts, neglecting household chores, and verbally abusing you. You simply texted her you were busy with work.

Your boyfriend Johnny has been a source of comfort for you over the past year. You’d met him at a club one night with your friends. You told him you didn’t want to go home that night and asked him if you could stay over. Looking back on it, you had been too trusting but Johnny had treated you kindly: he let you take his bed while he slept on the couch. He made you breakfast in the morning: banana pancakes and scrambled eggs. You had sex with him the morning after and you’d been inseparable ever since.

These past few weeks, Johnny had been busier at his new job at a marketing firm. You two were supposed to have a date night tonight but he cancelled two hours before you were to meet at Hal’s Pizzeria for dinner. After that, you were supposed to go to the movies together. You were always a big fan of the dinner and movie date.

You sat on the couch in your living room, feeling a little blue that Johnny was working overtime. So you scrolled through your phone while you watched episodes of an English-dubbed anime about volleyball.

You texted your best friend Carla about how Johnny cancelled at the last minute and she replied: Since you don’t have plans, then I have an opportunity for you.

You texted back, What’s up?

She replied, I had a reservation at Osaka Moon for tonight but I got called in for work. Wanna go? The owner is supposed to be hot as fuck.

You replied, Okay, want me to get his number for you?

She texted, Unnecessary. Thanks, y/n. We’ll go together next time.

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Osaka Moon was a high-end restaurant all your friends told you about. You decided to go on your own to the restaurant and have a date night with yourself. Being alone could be tranquil, you assured yourself. And you didn’t have to worry about looking so graceful as you ate so this could be great.

You dolled yourself up in a pale pink dress and some white wedges. It was an understated but elegant look. It was an expensive restaurant so you decided to go all out. You entered the Japanese restaurant and gave the hostess your friend’s name. She immediately sat you down at a table that overlooked the bay. It was a spectacular view. No wonder Carla didn’t want this reservation to go to waste.

It was a shame Johnny couldn’t be here with you right now. This place was so romantic. There were indoor fountains with koi fish swimming around. The ceiling was painted in shades of the sunset with birds flying through the clouds. The aroma of grilled meat and vegetables made you salivate.

A waiter took your order and you took out your phone to take pictures of the restaurant and the view. You wondered if you would catch a glimpse of the chef your friend had mentioned.

As you move your camera around the restaurant to get a wider shot of the place, you recognize someone through your phone. Johnny’s hair was slicked back and he was wearing your favorite suit of his: navy blue with a ruby red colored tie. His height made him stick out like a sore thumb. The sight before you made you wish he’d be a little taller so his head could hit the ceiling. For the sight left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Johnny had arrived at Osaka Moon with another woman. She was generically pretty and you hated her even more. She looked like the mean blonde girl of every early 2000s romantic comedy. She wore a revealing dress that exposed her cleavage very nicely. Why were you paying so much attention to her cleavage? Because of the necklace around her neck: a necklace that looked identical to the one Johnny gifted you last year. It was a rose gold pendant with a rose at the center. Johnny kissed the woman’s lips as he sat her down at the table. She placed her hands against his slimy face.

Son of a-

Hot tears started rushing down your face. You were sure your mascara was running. You gripped your glass of wine tightly. You were surprised you didn’t break the glass then and there.

First off, you went to the restroom and checked your makeup. A little mascara had run down your cheeks. You fixed your makeup and took a few deep breaths. You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were red. What were you going to do now? There was a chance he’d see you and you didn’t want to see the stupid look on his face when he realized he’d been found out.

And you didn’t want to imagine what other reaction he could have. All of this happening in such an extravagant place made you seethe.

Johnny made a fool out of you and his infidelity carved a hole so deeply into your heart, you wanted to scream. So you took a few more minutes to collect yourself. You imagined your entree would be out soon enough anyway. You quickly realized what you needed to do.

You made a beeline for the entrance of the restaurant and approached the first staff member you saw. He was a slender and striking young man. His long brown hair was tied up in a bun. His chiseled face made everyone’s heads turn. His heart shaped lips were perfect. And…

Why were you thinking all of these things when you’d just been cheated on?

Wait a second…

Why couldn’t you think this way? As of ten minutes ago, your relationship with Johnny was over.

The handsome man was talking to one of the hostesses. The hostess was biting her lips and making googly eyes at him. This was awkward but you were resolved to ask him for help.

You tapped him lightly on the shoulder. “Excuse me.”

He turned around and eye contact with him nearly sent you into the stratosphere. His eyes were the deepest brown and when he looked at you, you felt like you were his world.

His eyes were that intense.

“How can I help you?” He smiled, his perfect set of teeth greeted you.

“Hi...Um, what’s your name?” You start, awkward at the start.

He smiled even wider, “Yuta, miss. And yours?”

“I’m y/n. Can I make a special request?”

You didn’t know it then but Yuta watched you enter the restaurant earlier. He was stunned by your beauty and your smile. You looked like a princess as you entered his castle. He saw the wonderstruck look on your face as you were led to your table. He’d never seen someone so happy to enter his restaurant. The young man before you was the owner of Osaka Moon: Nakamoto Yuta.

So for you to come up to him and ask him for a favor? He was more than happy to oblige.

Yuta noticed how red your eyes looked and was concerned. He wondered what transpired when he had to go check on the kitchen staff and couldn’t keep admiring you.

Although your eyes had been red, there was determination in them, he noted.

“Of course,” he said as you moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, making you both a little hot and bothered instantly. You both felt a spark from the moment you met eyes.

Snap out of it, you told yourself. He was very attractive, yes, but your heart had been ripped out of your chest. You wanted revenge. You had to remember why you were talking to this fine man in the first place.

_______

You sat back at your table, undetected by the clusterfuck of a man you used to call your boyfriend. You made sure to focus on your meal, which had been orgasmic. The dish was called Okonomiyaki, a pancake with sliced pork belly and cabbage. The okonomiyaki sauce, Japanese mayonnaise, and dried bonito shavings sealed this dish as one of the best meals you’d ever had. Your compliments to the chef, whoever they were.

You realized it was go-time when the handsome staff member brought the food out for Johnny and his date. All eyes were on the young man who said he would help you. You wondered why. Has your plan been found out?

The young man deposited the dishes to Johnny’s table. His radiant smile never slipped from his face. Incredible, you thought. After what you told him about Johnny, he looked like he was about to pounce on him right then. Even so, he looked attentively at you and accepted your request.

“Here you are,” Yuta said as he put down the plates of sushi in front of Johnny and Blondie. “And a special treat from our chef…”

Johnny and his date oohed and ahhed over their plates. Until the young man deposited a plate that had sauce spelling “Cheater, Liar, Bastard” on it.

“This dish is for you, sir. Have a pleasant evening with Girlfriend Number Two, you son of a bitch.” Yuta gritted his teeth at Johnny. The expression on Yuta’s face then both terrified and aroused you.

Humiliating your cheating boyfriend and standing up for you...It brought a smile to your face.

Even if you still wanted to cry.

Johnny glared up at Yuta, “What the hell is-” He then does what he never does and THINKS. He panics and scans the restaurant, looking for you. He finds you seated at your table. You raise your glass at him as you take a sip of your wine. You flip the bird at him in the process.

He stands up from his table and runs over to your table. “Y/n…”

The other woman is right behind Johnny and  simply laughs. “This is her? From the way you talked about her, I expected a real threat...but it’s nice to see that I have nothing to worry about.”

So she knew? She was in on this? You mimicked the blonde’s laugh. “Oh, fuck off...both of you…How long have been together?”

“Three months,” the blonde smirked.

That hurt. A lot. Johnny must’ve started seeing Blondie around the time you’d celebrated your one year anniversary with him.

You guessed one year was his expiration date for relationships.

“Go…” You started. “Have a nice blissful year together. In nine months or so, he’ll find someone shiny and new..”

Johnny was at a loss for words. “Y/n, I am so-”

“Are you sorry?” You rolled your eyes. “Go to hell, Johnny!” You couldn’t hold back anymore as the tears came out.

Yuta came up behind Johnny and his date. “I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“How dare you?” Blondie asked. “I want to speak to your manager-”

Yuta crossed his arms as his lips quirked up. “You’re looking at him.”

The three of you stared at him with your jaws to the floor. This was news to you. You’d ask the restaurant owner for a favor? The audacity you had…

Your face heated up in embarrassment.

Yuta called over a few security guards to escort Johnny and his date out. Johnny couldn’t even look at you. A fucking coward. His other girl had more balls than he did.

Yuta put a hand on your shoulder and leaned down to speak to you. “Are you okay?” His anger dissipated at the sight of your tears.

You sniffled. “Yeah...Thank you...I-I’m so sorry for bothering you...I didn’t know you were the owner of this place…”

He squeezed your shoulder. “I was happy to help…”

You laughed. “You scared the crap out of me when you called him a son of a bitch.”

He played around with you. “Ah, you liked that? I’ve been working on my crime lord act...How do you think it’s coming along?”

You wiped your tears with your napkin. “Pretty good.”

You both laughed.

“Well, y/n...I hope you have a wonderful rest of the night.” He tipped his imaginary hat and walked away.

As you finished your meal, your waiter brought you a bowl of green tea mochi ice cream.

“Oh, I didn’t order this,” you started.

The waiter replied, “Courtesy of the boss, miss. Please let us know if there is anything else you would like. Your meal is on the house.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked in shock.

The waiter smiled. “Just following the boss’ orders.”

This night may have begun on a sour note but at least you could end it at this incredible place. And you were pretty sure you’d met a real life knight in shining armor tonight...

Before you left the restaurant, the hostess, annoyed, handed you an envelope. “Here.”

“What is it?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

The hostess sighed. “The golden ticket. Have a good night, miss.” She returned to her stand with her coworkers.

You walked out the door and left Osaka Moon. You opened the envelope and found a handwritten letter.

y/n,

I’ll be upfront with you. I wanted to ask you out the minute you walked into Osaka Moon. But then I found out you had a boyfriend. And right after that, I found out he was a cheating piece of shit...So I’m at a crossroads here...Can I see you again? If yes, please call me at 555-127-1026.

Yours,

Yuta

P.S. The green tea mochi was good, wasn’t it?

_______

A week had passed. You and Yuta have been texting non-stop. He invited you to his restaurant to have dinner. The beef tenderloin he’d served you was out of this world. He made you laugh and shamelessly flirted with you the whole time. You told Yuta you weren’t ready to date so soon. You didn’t want him to be a rebound. You knew that once your heart mended a little more, you’d want to ask Yuta out. He was more than willing to wait for you.

You two had a lot in common: same taste in food, same taste in music, same sense of humor, and you both believed in astrology. No one was as unapologetic about being a Scorpio as Yuta was.

You and Yuta would share meals together frequently. Sometimes outside of his restaurant. And right after, you two would go to the movies like you wanted.

Two months have passed. Finally a couple, you and Yuta have just left the cinema. You’d just watched a midnight showing of Paranormal Activity 7.

“That was amazing,” you started.

Yuta snorted. “You are too easy to please, y/n. That movie was terrible.”

You slapped him in the chest. “You’re so full of it.”

Yuta chuckled. “Nothing beats horror movies from Japan. Just you wait…” He wrapped his arm around you.

You looked up at him. “Is that a promise?”

He kissed the crown of your head. “You bet it is.”

_______

“It is week nine into the investigation of Johnny Suh’s disappearance. Johnny Suh is a twenty four year old marketing consultant. He hails from Chicago, Illinois…” The news anchor says on the television screen.

You and Yuta are cuddled on his couch in his penthouse suite, watching the news. You were shocked when you first heard that Johnny had gone missing over two months ago. Even though you’d hated him with every fiber of your being, your heart ached for his family. You hoped he would be okay.

Yuta drove to you to work that morning and told you he would pick you up when your shift ended. He planned to surprise you with a backyard screening of “Ring”, one of the most popular Japanese horror films of all time. He’d set up a projector in his backyard so you two could watch the movie under the stars.

When Yuta arrived to pick you up, he saw you run out of the record shop and run away in tears. He ran out of his car to meet you.

“Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?” Yuta asked as he cupped your face in his hands and wiped tears away.

You sniffled. “Let’s go...Pl-please.”

Yuta was hesitant but he accepted as you definitely wanted to get the hell out of there.

The question on Yuta’s mind was...Why?

As he drove away from Neo Records, he asked, more softly, “What happened, y/n?”

“I quit,” you said.

Yuta nearly stopped the car so he could look at you. However, he couldn’t because the traffic was quite unpredictable so he couldn’t turn to face you. “What? Why?”

“I...I don’t...He...Uh…” You hiccuped between your tears.

Yuta gripped the steering wheel at the sound of “he”. “Who? Y/n, did someone do something to you?”

You were worried about how Yuta might react when you told him about how your boss, Mr. Fox, groped you during your lunch break. Mr. Fox had always been too friendly with female staff but you never thought he would cross the line. Until today.

“Mr. Fox touched...me…” You managed to say. You shut your eyes, awaiting the wrath of the Scorpio beside you.

Yuta was about to rip the steering wheel out of the car. “He did what?”

“He touched me, Yuta...And I...I didn’t know what to do...I don’t have proof...So I quit. I can’t be in the same room as him anymore…”

Yuta was furious. To see the woman he loved broken and helpless. You were his everything and you deserve nothing but the best the world had to offer. And to see you get treated like this? He wanted to beat the shit out of Mr. Fox. He wanted to see him cry and beg for mercy.

He didn’t want to frighten you with his anger because you were already shaken up as is so he turned into a store plaza parking lot and put the car in park. He turned to you and asked you, “Can I hold you?”

You nodded, “Y-yes…”

Yuta backed the driver seat up so you could crawl into his arms. He held you as you cried. His heart ached for you and he wondered what he could do to get you justice.

You were so thankful to Yuta. You knew he would be so upset once you told him. Your heart felt so reassured to see how passionate he was about you. He made you feel like you were his world. And you felt much better knowing that you had him by your side.

_______

A week had passed by after you quit your job at Neo Records. You couldn’t afford to pay your half of the rent so Yuta offered for you to move in. You were thrilled at the idea. You and Yuta were living like blissful newlyweds.

You were washing the dishes after you two had eaten some imported steak that Yuta had wanted to try out. It was incredible. Everything Yuta prepared for you was literal sex in your mouth.

As you stretched your neck to the left, Yuta wrapped his arms around you and nibbled on your neck. “y/n, you smell like raspberries…”

You froze and dropped the dish you’d been scrubbing into the soapy water.

Yuta turned you around quickly and pulled your cleaning gloves off of your hands and tossed them aside. He picked you up and sat you on the kitchen island.

“I love that you’re here with me…” He whispered.

The hooded look in his eyes made your panties soak. He lifted the skirt of your dress up like nothing. He sunk his teeth into the fabric of your panties and pulled them down, never losing eye contact with you. You loved how primal he got with you. He always left you with love bites. He always seemed to find new places to leave them so you can find them during a random part of your day and think of him.

“I wonder if your pussy tastes like raspberries, y/n...Shall we find out?” Yuta asks as he looks up at you. He was on his knees, looking like he was praying to his goddess.

You nodded fervently as you pulled your dress off over your head, only in your bra now. “Yes…”

He unclasped your bra so your breasts were exposed to the cold air in the kitchen. Your nipples were already hard at Yuta’s initial touch. He got up off his knees and began sucking at one nipple and rubbing the others. He bit your nipple and you cried out.

You grabbed at his growing member and he grunted. You unbuttoned his pants so his aching member could be free. You squeezed it harder and began rubbing up and down. Traces of precum coated your fingers. You worked harder to get him riled up. When he felt himself build up, you stopped and he looked up at you through needy eyes.

You kept going until he climaxed onto your arm. You licked his cum off of your arm slowly and it made his cock harder. He met you halfway and lathered up his juices. He loved the taste of his seed on you.

Yuta catered to your pussy which ached for his touch. His hot breath greeted your entrance before he inserted two fingers inside you. He coated his fingers in your growing essence. You adorned him with kisses and love bites. You bit behind his ear and he moaned at your velvet touch.

He laid you down on top of the kitchen island, throwing everything off of the table with a quick swipe of his arm. He straddled himself on top of you. He proceeded to give your entrance some kitten licks, enjoying when he teased you most of all. You got all bratty and needy and it always drove him up a wall.

“Yuta...please hurry,” you begged.

He tsked. “Good things come to those who wait, darling.”

At the sound of “darling”, you got even wetter.

He chuckled as he licked your folds and played around with your sweet spot. Never quite making contact and making you delirious with need. You gripped his hair, trying to maneuver him to hit your sweet spot already.

“You better not cum until I say so, y/n...Or else I’m going to get very angry…” Yuta said with a mischievous smile on his face.

Yuta underestimated his touch, you thought. The man was literal sex on two feet. You came quickly at the contact he’d made with your pussy.

He frowned at you, “My dear little slut, you’ve disobeyed me.”

You sighed blissfully. “You make me want to break the rules, Yuta.”

He laughed. “So I’m to blame for your disobedience, huh?”

You grabbed his face and kissed him, your tongue playing around with his. You kissed his neck and left marks against his collarbone as he teased his cock against your entrance.

He entered you now and you felt close to completion. He thrusted against you and you joined him. The slapping of skin against skin and your moans echoed throughout the penthouse. You were thankful there were no next door neighbors. You liked the feeling of this floor being just the two of you.

Alone with Yuta, you felt like the center of his universe. You felt like a queen. That no one else mattered quite like you did. Yuta always made you feel like the most important person in the world.

You felt the need to climax come back quickly but just as you wished for your release against Yuta’s member, he removed himself and pecked your lips.

Between your thighs, he gave you a dark stare. “I don’t know if you should cum again, sweets.”

You drooled. “Please…”

Yuta teased. “What was that?”

“Please,” you full on begged as you started to touch yourself. “I need you or else I’m going to finish the job.”

He gasped and laughed. “You’re unbelievable.”

You coated your fingers in your essence and popped your index finger into Yuta’s mouth. He sucked hard.

“How do I taste?” You asked.

Yuta didn’t let go of your finger and bit lightly against it to tease you further.

You sighed. “Well, if you don’t want to fuck me properly, then I can’t force you. I’ll finish off in the shower.” You got up off the kitchen counter and nearly lost your balance. You were already weak in the knees.

Yuta fought back a laugh. “I’d like to see you make it to the shower, jello legs.”

You gave up and laid on the floor, giving him a nice angle of your naked body. You stretched out and started teasing your own entrance, imagining Yuta was building you up again. And having him watch from above on the kitchen counter, you felt yourself grow even hotter.

Yuta got up off of the counter and straddled you again. Without warning, he entered you and went hard. Tears streamed from your eyes as you climaxed quickly. Yuta continued you to thrust against your pelvis until he came quickly after.

Yuta took you into the shower where you would continue to fuck and he gave you new love bites. This time, they were on your ankles.

_______

A month had passed and you’d taken over as manager of Neo Records. Mr. Fox had fallen off the face of the earth and was reported missing. It was odd. Another man who attempted to ruin your life had disappeared. You thought it was karmic justice but deep down, it bothered you.

Your mother once again resurfaced after months of radio silence. She wanted to invite you and your new boyfriend (who she was very upset not to have heard about before) over for dinner. Scott and his kids from his previous marriage would be there. You hated them, too. They were a bunch of enabling brats that were after their daddy’s money.

You couldn’t say no to your mother, especially after she found out about Yuta from your dad. It wounded her pride that your dad knew something she didn’t. Your dad felt horrible for letting it slip in conversation with her. He couldn’t dodge her phone calls. He always tried to pacify her and talk to her when she called. So he couldn’t help but mention Yuta.

You didn’t want Yuta to know about your mother and her side of the family, for it brought about deep shame, regret, and painful memories.

But this time, you couldn’t run away.

You and Yuta went over to your mother’s lavish home, your old home for seven years. Scott married your mom when you were a senior in high school. Scott came from old money but he never worked a day in his life. The undeserving ass wipe, he was.

Your mother pretended to be the picture of domesticity as she cooked her once-in-a-decade dish of lasagna. You loved it, you hated to admit it now. You begged her to make it so many times when you were a kid. She always said she would but would always get distracted. Distracted with her new boyfriends or paying a debt. Sometimes you were truly on your own even if your mom had been physically beside you.

You and Yuta sat at the table with Scott and his kids. They prodded Yuta with questions about his ethnicity, his restaurant, his political beliefs, basically everything you can think of that would make anyone’s significant other runs for the hills.

Yuta took it like a champ. He answered them as politely as possible and whenever the question was too offensive to get an answer, Yuta masterfully deflected.

Your mom brought out the lasagna and served everyone. She gave an extra helping for Yuta. “I hope you like it, Yuta.”

Yuta nodded. “Thank you, Ms. y/l/n.” He took a bite of it. “It’s delicious.”

Your mom smiled brightly and gave you a look of encouragement.

You forced a smile.

Your mom could tell you were faking it and her smile faded. “You still hate me, don’t you, y/n?”

Oh no, you thought, not here…

“I make this nice dinner for you and your perfect boyfriend...Who is clearly way out of your league...And you’re moping around like a sad, pathetic little bitch.”

“Mom, please stop-”

“You don’t tell me what to do! I am the parent. You are the child. Get that through your thick head. God knows what poison your father has been feeding you about me but he’s wrong. I’ve never been better,” she says as she downs her third glass of beer in the past thirty minute.  

She was already this inebriated so you imagined she drank before you arrived and drank more while she was cooking the lasagna.

You looked down at your lap and Yuta grabbed your hand. He squeezed it.

“Your mother has been coming with me to church, y/n,” Scott began, “She’s been conversing with the Lord and she’s been on the mend. Why can’t you see that?”

Your other hand that wasn’t holding Yuta’s had balled up into a fist.

Scott’s oldest daughter added, “Your mom’s amazing, y/n. She’s more of a mother to me than my actual mother is.”

That’s rich….Your mom always acted so sweetly with Scott’s kids to get on his good side. It was sickening. And to hear this bullshit come out of their mouth...You were about to reach your breaking point.

“Yuta, let’s go,” you said.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Scott asked.

“Anywhere but here,” you said, “Excuse us.”

“Y/n, if you leave, I will never talk to you again!” Your mom wailed as she gripped her glass tightly.

You snapped, “Well, mom, that just might be the nicest thing would ever do for me.”

Yuta started. “Y/n-”

“Go to hell!” Your mom yelled.

“I’ll meet you there!” You yelled back as you stormed with Yuta right behind you.

Back at your place, you hid in your bedroom while Yuta ordered some takeout. You laid your face down on Yuta’s pillow and smelled the scent of his shampoo mixed with his cologne on it. It gave you great comfort.

Yuta joined you and sat beside you on the bed. “The food will be here in half an hour.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled against the pillow.

Yuta sighed as he laid down next to you. “How are you?”

“Humiliated,” you answered.

“Y/n...I am so sorry…”

“Are you kidding? I’m sorry I took you with me in the first place...I...I could’ve kept you from all of that…”

“Your mother insisted, y/n. We had no choice.”

“Yup, that’s how it always is with her and fucking Scott. I fucking hate him. If it weren’t for his money and her obsession with him, she wouldn’t have gotten to this point, Yuta…”

Yuta rubbed your arm. “I know, y/n…”

You sighed. “I know there’s nothing I can do...It just sucks. I try not to let it get to me...Since it’s something I can’t control...But seeing my mom like that...It’s really fucking unfair.” You sob into your pillow.

In between your sobs, you said, “I wish Scott would go away...Somehow…”

Yuta hugged you as you cried. He wanted nothing more than to take your pain and suffering away.

_______

A month had passed since the disastrous dinner. Your mom was good with her word. She hadn’t contacted you or your dad. You’d told him about the falling out and he consoled you. He understood your pain more than anyone. He encouraged you to keep living your life and being happy with Yuta and so you did.

Yuta’s birthday was coming up so you wanted to surprise him. He told you he was meeting a client downtown so you got to work.

You wanted to take Yuta to all of his favorite places over town and you wanted to make scavenger hunt out of it. The clues would take Yuta to places that had to do with your relationship. It was a way of celebrating how much of an amazing boyfriend he’d been to you. The ultimate prize of the hunt would be a key...a hotel room key to the Lotus Hotel.

As you shopped for art supplies for your scavenger hunt one night, you’d noticed Yuta on his way somewhere. He had a couple of shopping bags with him.

You decided to follow him and catch him by surprise. However, Yuta was headed to a more abandoned part of town, where there were only warehouses.

You got behind a bunch of abandoned cars and watched Yuta make his way into a warehouse, where his car had already been parked. Half an hour passes and Yuta comes out of the door with bags stained red with blood.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. What the hell were those?

You noticed the shifty look in Yuta’s eyes and quickly, you grew scared. Terrified of being caught.

Calm down, you told yourself, it was probably meat for his restaurant. What else could it be? You felt incredibly stupid for spying on him like this. In fact, you felt ashamed.

You waited for Yuta to leave in his car. You crept into the warehouse and tried looking through the windows. You saw nothing but butchers’ paper and a basket of random items.

Except one thing stuck out to you. A gold Rolex. It was obnoxiously large that you could never forget about it.

It was Scott’s. It was one of a kind. He had it custom-made to be the only one in existence. And now it was just sitting there in a random warehouse…

But why? What was it doing in this warehouse that Yuta came out of?

Your stomach lurched at the uncertainty of it all. You needed to get the hell out of here so you ran off.

Not realizing you’d forgotten something.

_______

Yuta made you spaghetti and meatballs after work the next day. You’d been awfully quiet and he wanted to know why.

“Something bothering you, sweets?” He asked.

You played with your food and took a bite of one of the meatballs. Damn, it tasted good, you thought. It was savory and not like any other kind of beef you’ve tasted. You had to ask Yuta where he imported his meat from because there was nothing quite like it.

Still, you couldn’t look Yuta in the eyes.

“Y/n, look at me, please…” He started.

You forced yourself to look at him and just as you were about to speak, your phone rang.

You were shocked to see that it was your mom. You dreaded answering it but if it could deflect from the confrontation you were about to have with Yuta…

You answered, “Hello?”

“Y/n!” Your mom sobbed. “Scott is missing!”

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. “What?”

Your mom wailed. “I don’t know what to do, y/n! Have you seen him at all since you came to visit?”

Your mind immediately went to the gold Rolex at the warehouse. “No, mom, I haven’t seen him.”

Yuta watched you with curious eyes. You averted your gaze and got up from the table. “Mom, please calm down...The police will find him. That’s what they’re supposed to do.”

Your mom laughed. “When has the police ever done what they’re supposed to do?”

You sighed. “Mom, I’m so sorry...If there’s anything I can do…” You felt awkward for saying this because you absolutely hated Scott and part of you wanted to say good riddance...But you couldn’t. You couldn’t add salt to your mother’s wound.

You mom replied, “If you see or hear anything about Scott, call me. Please.”

“Okay,” you said, “Bye mom.”

Your mother hung up.

You turned back to Yuta, who watched you carefully from the table.

“Your food’s getting cold, y/n…” Yuta mused aloud.

“Right…” You said as you sat back down. You took another bite of the spaghetti and meatballs.

“What was that about?” Yuta asked, concerned.

“My mom called. Scott is missing…” You said as you looked down at your food.

“Oh? Well, that’s terrible,” Yuta said. He looked upset enough.

But you knew him. You sighed, “Yuta, you’re hiding something from me.”

His eyes widened. “Finally, I was waiting for you to say something. It’s been driving me crazy.”

“What?” You asked.

He pulled something out of his pants pocket and it was your charm bracelet. His birthday gift to you from last month...You’d completely forgotten about it. “You dropped this on the way home.”

Your mouth opened in shock.

“How long were you watching me for, y/n? It must’ve been troublesome to be hiding in the rubble across the street…”

You lost your appetite completely. “You knew?”

“I knew you were tailing me yesterday…” He said as he picked at your plate and took a bite of your food.

You started pathetically, “I wanted to surprise you…”

Yuta nodded. “But instead I surprised you…”

“Yuta, what was in those bags?” You asked. “And what were you doing with Scott’s watch?”

Yuta bit his lip and rubbed the back of his head. “Well...Since we’re this deep into the relationship, I think I should be completely honest with you, y/n.”

The look in Yuta’s eyes was something you didn’t recognize. It wasn’t playful. It was more...evil.

“Do you remember our first meal together, y/n? How savory it was? How it was unlike anything you’d ever tasted?”

You didn’t know where this was going but you responded anyway, “Y-yeah…”

“Did you ever stop to think if it was really beef tenderloin?” Yuta asked.

Your eyes widened. “N-no…”

“Come on, y/n. It’s me...You can be honest…”

“Was it veal?” You asked, grasping at straws.

Yuta shook his head and a smile was fighting to come onto his face. “Nope...I grounded him up real nicely for our first meal together…” He muttered that last part.

“Him?” You asked.

“But who else, y/n? Think.”

You and Yuta ate together for the first time after...Your breakup with Johnny.

“Yuta...What are you…” You began.

“I think I’ve made myself pretty clear.”

You laughed skeptically. “Yuta, I know you love to tease but be serious for a second…”

Yuta’s face darkened. “I am serious, y/n.”

You shook your head. “You mean to tell me...Y-you killed Johnny?”

Yuta nodded. “Why, yes...Slit the bastard’s tire before he left the restaurant. Followed him home. Made sure Girlfriend Number Two was going up to her apartment and I got him right where I wanted him…”

“Yuta…” You couldn’t believe what he was saying. This had to be some cruel joke. And the fact that he was being so specific with these details meant that he wasn’t lying.

“So, yes, y/n, I killed Johnny and I ground him up. No evidence of that bastard’s existence is left now…And do you want to know why?”

You cried. “Yuta, stop it.”

Yuta wiped the tears from your eyes. “Because we ate him. You and me, y/n…”

You gasped in horror. You sobbed as you backed away from Yuta. “You’re a fucking liar, Yuta. Stop it!”

Yuta sighed. “Why should I stop there? That scumbag, Mr. Fox? Remember the day we made the sweetest love in the kitchen? And we had ‘steak’?”

“Yuta, no!” You fell to the floor. “Stop it! I am begging you.”

“You need to know the truth, y/n…”

You shook your head. “You killed them...And you killed Scott.”

“Ding ding! We have a winner!” Yuta rejoiced.

“You’re crazy…” You cried out.

Yuta’s smile faded as quickly as it came. “Y/n, you don’t mean that. You love me. Just as I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment we met…”

You cried harder. “Yuta…”

Yuta got onto the floor with you. “I did it all for you, y/n. So you could be free from them all.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Yuta was a murderer and...you couldn’t even think the word...

And you...you ate their remains...Johnny’s...Mr. Fox’s...and…

You looked up at the plate of spaghetti and meatballs and came to another realization. You ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.

You gagged and coughed as you held your hair back.

You’d just eaten Scott’s remains.

Your world was crashing down on you. Yuta, the love of your life, killed three people. And that was only accounting for the people you knew. You had no idea what his past was really like. Yuta cut them up, ground them up, did everything a butcher would do with their body parts. Yuta fed them to you. He ate them knowingly and unapologetically.

And the worst part?

You enjoyed every morsel…

And you craved more.

Yuta entered the bathroom and held your hair back for you as he caressed your back. “There, there…”

Tears from vomiting ran down your cheeks. “Yuta...You really shouldn’t have done those things…”

“Do you really mean that, y/n? Johnny made a fool out of you and lied to you. He humiliated you and he didn’t stop his new girlfriend from insulting you. He was scum. Mr. Fox was the most vile of them all. He touched you without consent. Rapists should perish from the moment they think of touching someone...At least, give me that much, sweets…”

As disturbing as everything Yuta had said sounded, you couldn’t help but agree with him.

“And Scott...You wished to make him go away...And your wish is my command, my angel.”

You got up from the toilet and flushed the contents down. You went to the sink and brushed your teeth. All the while, Yuta watched you.

“Y/n...The consumption of human flesh has been a custom in my family for generations...These days, we can’t just pick and choose our victims. We must have an honorable reason to kill them. You gave me three victims. A feast. It’s what sustains me, y/n…”

You spat the toothpaste out of your mouth and swished your mouth with some mouthwash. “You...you’re serious?”

“I need to consume human flesh at least once a year or I will die, y/n...Why do you think my parents died so young?”

You thought about it. “They gave up on human flesh?”

Yuta nodded somberly. “I don’t want to die, y/n. Now that I’ve met you, I can’t afford to…”

“But why did you feed them to me?” You asked.

“To absorb their power. To move on,” he said, “It’s my family’s belief that once you ingest the meat of your enemy that you will overcome the barrier that they’ve created for you.”

You stood there, silent. You were afraid of what he would probably bring up next.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” He asked, finally.

You averted your gaze and stared at the sink. “I...did.”

Yuta met your eyes through the mirror. “I know, y/n...And there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Not with me.”

Tears escaped your eyes. Yuta was right. It’d felt...amazing. Empowering. And each of them were the best meals you’d ever had…

“Yuta?” You started.

“Yes, darling?”

“Never keep anything from me again,” you commanded.

_______

It had been a year since the news broke out over Scott’s disappearance. Johnny and Mr. Fox’s missing person cases had gone cold.

Since Scott was out of the picture, your mom had a mental break and was admitted into a rehabilitation facility. She is continually seeking treatment and is turning away visitors. She wrote you a letter, reflecting on her past mistakes and how she’d failed you as a mother. She apologized profusely and promised you that she would try to be sober.

And that’s all you’d ever hoped for from her. You knew that it would be a difficult journey. But the desire for change was the first step in the right direction. And you had a feeling your mom was going to succeed.

You married Yuta. Your father gave you away at the wedding. You were happy. You and Yuta traveled the world together. You had adopted two rescue dogs. To your friends and family, you and Yuta were the dream.

When you’d returned from your honeymoon, Yuta had bought a house for you two to start a family together. The first night in your new house, Yuta bred you.

You two laid in bed together. Yuta hugged you and asked, “So, has anyone screwed you over recently?”

You laughed. “Nope. Sucks for you, doesn’t it?”

He rolled his eyes and nipped at your ear. “A Nakamoto man’s gotta eat, y/n...Any ideas?”

You nuzzled into his neck. “You can always eat me.”

Yuta got a hard on at those words. “You’re too sweet for me to eat. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, y/n…”

You traced your fingers down his happy trail and asked. “Well, we can go hunting this week. I’m sure there’s some privileged college fuckboy that is beyond redemption…”

“You know what, y/n? There’s so many things I love about you but it’s your optimism that gets me hot.”

“Oh yeah?” You teased as you kissed him.

“I love you,” Yuta said between kisses.

“I love you, too,” you replied.

[Fin]

[shari-berri]

Hitoshi Shinso -Cat Cafe-

Your POV

Shinso's unwavering determination during the sports festival was what drew me to him. His declaration of war towards my class sparked something within me that I didn't know existed. Seeing his passion towards becoming a hero despite the odds stacked against him made me fall for him even harder.

Shinso's deep voice filled me with happiness and I felt giddy every time I heard him speak. When the sports festival ended and Bakugo was announced the winner, I sought after Shinso. Despite how easy it would seem, I was unable to spot the purple haired male in the crowd swarming the exit.

I felt sadness upon not finding him but soon forgot it in favor of excitement of seeing him at school. I had to pass time somehow after the sports festival as we were given a break period of a few days. I filled this by working. Even though it was not allowed for students to work, I pulled some strings with Nezu, my parents' close friend, and was given special permission to work.

My choice of work? My job was a waitress at a cat cafe. While I did get to see cats, I was required to wear a maid uniform. The uniform itself was in no way modest, not by any standards. It had the traditional maid outfit look, but some extreme cuts were made in the fabric. A deep cut went down the front, allowing a full view to my cleavage and upper stomach. There were slits in the sides, showing some of my stomach. I was also required to wear ears and a tail for the full effect of a neko maid.

Imagine my complete and utter shock when the boy I had a severe crush on walked in. I was about to request someone else wait on him when my manager walked out. "(Y/N), I need you to take special care of that boy over there. He's a regular here and is the son of one of my best friends." Her eyes narrowed at me as if challenging me; daring me to ruin things. With a nervous laugh, I walked over to him.

"Welcome Master, let me take you to your seat. Follow me please!" I started, a heavy blush on my cheeks. One glare from my manager and I spit out a quick, "Nya nya!" Before speed walking to a table. I chose one located right next to the cat tree, wanting only the best for my love errr Master.

As he got seated, I placed a menu in front of him. "Please take your time deciding what you want, all of our items are freshly made and home baked. Feel free to interact with my fellow felines. Call me when you're ready to order, Master! Nya!" With that, I gave a hurried bow before rushing off. My tail seemed to tuck underneath me as I scampered away, mortified of what happened.

'Maybe working here wasn't the best idea.' I thought with a sigh.

My eyes shot up towards Shinso as I heard him call for me. "I would like to order now. Could the cute cat maid with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes please come here?" His voice called for me and I was happy to oblige. I flew past the counter before coming to a halt at Shinso's table.

"What can I get you Master?" I asked, panting slightly from my haste to get to him. Shinso's dark purple eyes met mine and I shyly looked away. Clearing his throat, he began to order. "I would like to order a slice of red velvet cake and matcha green tea please." My eyes flickered back towards his as I gave a quick bow.

Reaching forward, I took his menu before walking to the kitchen. I gave the chef Shinso's order before watching him from behind the counter.

I startled when he caught me staring, quickly averting my eyes. This little game of looking back and forth continued for a few more minutes until my name was called.

Carefully holding a cat print tray, I steadily made my way towards Shinso. My left hand held the tray still as I picked up the cake in my right, setting it down in front of him. Following that was the matcha green tea.

In the process of giving him his order, I leaned forward a bit too much, giving him a large view of my breasts, not that they weren't already visible. Silently cursing the outfit under my breath, I was scared by Shinso's sudden dark chuckle.

I watched in a sort of trance as he moved his lips. "I do see where the uniform would be a problem. Hey, aren't you that girl from the sports festival? The one with the bone quirk?" I was unbelievably happy he recognized me that I forgot to answer for a few seconds. "Oh! Yes, that's me, I can manipulate my bones as well as others as long as I make contact with them." I was certain Shinso could hear my excitement in my voice but he never remarked on it.

"Well then, what are you doing working here? I was t aware that students were allowed to work, and a student of the hero course as well." His tone was even but I could hear a slight hint of bitterness.

"I got special permission to work while at school and I see nothing about how being in the hero course changes that." I remembered him being talked about as having a villainous quirk, maybe that was what this was about.

Deciding it was worth a shot, I sat down next to him. My arm was pressed against his as was my bare thigh. "Ya know, I really admire you. I think you're amazing and I..." I trailed off as purple met (E/C). A light blush covered my cheeks. His eyebrows shot up in surprise before his face fell into a scowl.

"If you're here to make fun of me, I'll leave. I don't need more people talking about my villainous quirk." I gasped at his words, how did I manage to offend him so quickly!

At this point, I was panicking. Words began to tumble out of my mouth, I had no control of what I was saying.

"I'm not here to make fun of you at all! I hate those people who are rude to others for their quirk. My quirk could also be considered villainous but I made sure to push through it and show people who I really am and that I am not my quirk, I am who I make myself. And about the sports festival, I really felt a connection with you. As soon as you declared war on my class, I saw something in you and it made me realize something. Your pure passion for becoming a hero inspires me to do my best. I fell in love with you since then, your violet eyes and indigo hair light up my world!" It was then that I realized what I said.

Shinso's eyes were wide with shock and mine filled with tears. Grabbing the empty tray, I ran to the counter, setting it down before sprinting out of the cafe.

I had just ruined everything with the one person I felt something for. Not only did I make him mad, I pushed all my feelings onto him. I found myself in a park, some sort of flower field. Crouching down, I fell to my knees. Elbows rested on my knees as I weeped silently before it turned into sobs. I could hear people whispering about me as they passed.

Suddenly, I heard Shinso's voice calling, coming closer and closer. "Wait! (L/N)!" He panted as he stood in front of me. My body turned to run but he trapped me in his arms. My wiggling did nothing as I remained caged.

"You didn't let me speak. After you ran out, I thought of what you said. I took your words into consideration. I just wanted to say, thank you. While other people tell me about overcoming the harsh words, none of them have experienced it." My tears stopped but the streaks of red and water remained on my cheeks.

Gently, he wiped the liquid from my face with his thumbs. This time, his face was dusted a light pink. He leaned forward and quickly placed a small kiss on my nose before turning his head.

I took time to process this before I wrapped my arms around him, pressing a kiss to him cheek.

No words were said but I knew my feelings were reciprocated. I gave a hoarse laugh before I spoke, voice raspy from crying. "And to think this all happened because of a cat cafe." He gave a rare smile that made my heart flutter before walking to the cafe, hand in hand with me.

[skyguy69420]

Three Musketeers (1993) is a slept on Disney CLASSIC

Sometimes you watch a movie from your childhood and it doesn’t hold up.  Sometimes you watch one and it only gets way more awesome.  Three Musketeers is exactly the latter.  

Let’s start with the director Stephen Herek.  He made a little flick called “Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure” which has held up so well they’re coming out with a third installment in 2020!!.  A full 31 years after the original debuted.  If you told me the 2 most enduring things in my lifetime would be “Bill and Ted” and “The Simpsons” I’d say what a glorious time to be alive.

Let’s move on to the star studded cast:

!!!!!!!THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FROM THIS POINT ON FOR A MOVIE THAT IS OLD ENOUGH TO RENT A CAR!!!!!!

Let’s start out with Charlie Sheen as the religious Musketeer Aramis.  Let me repeat that, Charlie Sheen is the moral conscious in this movie.  WINNING!

Kiefer Sutherland plays the brooding Athos with a tortured past.  Oliver Platt is the famous Porthos. Name something bad Oliver Platt is in, I’ll wait.  He was great in the criminally underrated HBO show “Bored to Death”.

Rounding out the Musketeers is D’Artagnan played by none other then mother fucking Robin, aka Chris O’Donnell:

The villain in this masterpiece is Tim Curry as the wicked Cardinal Richelieu.  I’m going to write at length about how much Tim Curry owns your childhood but that’s a blog for another day.  He is the horniest meanest man in this movie and just everything you want in a bad guy:

Look at him creepin on the Queen in her own chambers mullet head ass.  

Now let me be clear the ladies played an important role in this film but they aren’t the strongest characters, HOWEVA.  Countess D’Winter played by Rebecca De Mornay was a bad bitch.  

Don’t lie you still would right damn now at 60:

This brings me to a crucial point.  This movie is PG and within the first 20 minutes we have death left and right. Life in pre 1800 France was cheap. We’ve got corset induced cleavage flying around like crazy. We also have a discussion on “wenching”.  This doesn’t pass the #metoo smell test but this is the stuff that turns young boys into young men.  

This is also the toughest depiction of Frenchmen I’ve ever seen, granted this is a home game for them the whole movie is basically an inter-squad scrimmage between the Musketeers and the Cardinal’s Guard.  

Which brings me to the whole idea of a Musketeer.  These are basically the secret service who have little muskets ready at any time. They primarily fight with swords but always have this deaus ex machina in the form of a hard to load small gun that only shoots one musket ball at a time.  I love it!  This may be a hot take, but if all guns were muskets I’d be the biggest 2nd Amendment guy out there.  I’d be dueling left and right with anyone who shamed me. I also feel that modern medicine could treat a musket ball wound with good success.  

The hands down best part of the movie is the different arrangements of Bryan Adams, Sting, and Rod Stewart’s master piece “All for Love”:

This song is simply ‘chef’s kiss’ and the different tempos and instrumental arrangements they throw at you during the movie is perfect

Other notes:

-Great use of Carrier Pigeons in this movie.  We all know those rats with wings are slimy ass spies

-who knew messages shot by arrows on trees was such an effective means of communication?

-Let’s not just pretend that Tim Curry’s right hand man, Rochefort, wasn’t lifted right from the six fingered man in the Princess Bride.  Sorry couldn’t let that slide:

FINAL REVIEW: All for one and one for all!  This gets my highest rating of 5 bongs

To the cloud! 

[hollandsmoose]

nothing to regret (part 2)

A/N: This took so long to write, I’m sorry! I quite like it, though. So here you go, babes, here’s 2.6k of cute, first date fluff with Shawn and pizza!

part 1 in masterlist

—————–

The rules of the game have never really been clear to you. You don’t know who should text the other first, how long one should wait before texting, and how to not come off as desperate.

You sit and stare at your phone for a while, finally alone in your room after having been interrogated by your friends who had all been waiting for you to come home. That’s perhaps the most annoying thing about living with some of your closest friends; you can never really be free of them. You hear about people living with roommates that they barely talk to, but that is most certainly not the case here.

And yet, as your finger hovers over the iMessage icon, you praise yourself lucky that you have your friends on hand to help you. Because in this case… well, you might need them.

“Guys,” you say, walking into the living room, and Katie, Meg and Charlie all look up from the couch where they’re sat, watching Netflix. It’s late afternoon now, and you’re well aware they haven’t moved from that position since this morning. “I need your help.”

“With what?” Charlie asks, her voice a little hoarse. One tequila shot too many, you think.

You sit down on the armrest of the couch. “Should I text Shawn first?”

“No!” Meg shouts, horror written on her face. “Are you insane?”

“You never text the guy first!” Katie adds, looking a little shaken. “Girl, how long has it been since you dated? That’s the like the most important rule!”

You throw up your hands, confused. “But what if he doesn’t text me?”

“Then he doesn’t text you,” Charlie answers with a nonchalant shrug. “And yes, it sucks! But you got to fuck Shawn Mendes so I would argue it sucks a little less.” You’re about to reply, but then your phone lets out a loud noise to signal a new message.

Meg groans and covers her ears. “God, why do you have the volume on?”

You roll your eyes, chuckling at her hungover misery. “Sorry,” Truth be told, most of your hangover had faded away after breakfast, and after you and Shawn had spent some more time in his bed. It turns out that being eaten out until you can’t even remember your own name is a great hangover cure.

When you finally look down at your phone, you gasp.

Shawn: Hey! So it’s probably way too soon to text you, but I really like you, and I was kinda hoping I could see you again?

You squeal in excitement, hastily handing your phone over to your friends who let out another synchronized squeal, the volume control apparently having disappeared.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Katie shrieks, giving you the phone again. “You have to say yes! But you cannot text back yet!”

“First of all, calm down,” you stop her, laughing at her instructions. “Second of all, why can’t I text him back?”

“Because you don’t want it to seem like you’ve been waiting for him to text,” Charlie says as if it’s obvious. “Duh!”

You shake your head, smiling at their antics. Maybe you should listen to them, but if Shawn is so easily scared by you texting back, then he’s not worth it.

You: Don’t worry, it’s fine. And yeah, I think you could see me again tbh

You don’t have to wait long for a reply.

Shawn: Really? When are you free?

“What’s he saying?” Meg asks excitedly, and when you look at your friends again, they’re all staring at you.

You can't fight the blush from appearing on your cheeks. “He's asking when I'm free,” They all squeal again.

You: I'm kinda busy this week but maybe Friday?

Shawn: Friday's good! I'll figure something out and text you back, okay? Can't wait

You: Can't wait either

“So?” all three of them say in sync when you return your attention to them.

“So… I have a date this Friday,” you answer, and this time they don’t just squeal, they scream.

—————–

When Shawn texts you to say he’s outside, you take a final glance at yourself in the mirror. When you asked your friends for advice on your outfit, they eventually agreed on the phrase: “Slutty, but not too slutty”.

That’s why you’ve borrowed one of Meg’s sweaters, a relatively low cut one, but still just a little modest. Shawn has already seen you naked, so you figure seeing some cleavage won’t be too much for him. It’s also just a smidge too tight on you, but you don’t think it matters much. You definitely don’t think it will bother him.

You rush out to get your coat, managing to avoid having to talk to your roommates, and once you have it on, you’re out the door. Shawn is waiting just a bit down the street, leant against the side of his Jeep, and when he spots you walking towards him, his face lights up.

“Hey,” Shawn greets when you reach him, and he presses a kiss to your cheek, an area that reddens immediately after. “You look great.” His eyes give you the once-over, and you can’t help but blush even more under his gaze.

“Thanks,” you say, smiling. “You look great too,” He really does. His cheeks are flushed too, but you can’t be sure if it’s from the cold weather or if it’s your effect on him. “So where are we going?”

He shrugs and moves to the passenger side of the car. “That’s for me to know and for you to dot, dot, dot,”

You squint, staring at him suspiciously. “Was that a fucking Vampire Diaries reference?” He nods and breaks into laughter, and you find it hard not to laugh too. You shake your head and walk over to him, letting him open the car door for you. Real gentleman move.

—————–

When you get out of the car again, Shawn is there to open the door for you as well. You don’t know this particular part of Toronto that well, but you know you’re close to Shawn’s condo. He’s parked down a side street, quiet and empty, and you can’t find any clues as to why he’s brought you here until you spot a glowing neon sign that simply says “PIZZA” in bright blue.

Shawn doesn’t say anything but locks the car and holds out his hand for you to take, and you accept the offer. Your heart beats a little faster than usual, and it’s not just because of the feeling of Shawn’s skin against yours. There’s an elephant in the room, and you don’t know how to bring it up.

What if someone sees the two of you together? What if someone takes a photo of you together? And what if that photo is posted on social media? It’s an unpleasant thought, and it settles inside you in a matter of seconds.

“You okay?” Shawn asks with a smile, concern still clear on his face, however. “Anything wrong?”

“Shawn, I have to ask you something,” you blurt out, and he waits patiently while you figure out what to say. “Are we, you know… safe here?” He tilts his head, adorably confused. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t wanna be seen with you.”

His smile only grows. “We’re safe here, yeah. I know the owners, and I promise they won’t snitch on us,” You nod, feeling reassured, and he squeezes your hand before he guides you inside.

The restaurant is definitely not crowded. There's only an elderly couple sitting opposite each other, and when they spot Shawn, they send him a wave which he returns, grinning brightly. This place has a cozy vibe, wooden panels and a calm, faded red colour adorning the walls. It’s a hard feeling to describe, but you almost feel… home.

“Shawn!” a voice exclaims excitedly, and you see a beautiful, middle-aged woman emerge from the kitchen doors. “So good to see you!” The woman looks distinctly Italian, and that’s quickly confirmed. “Oh, il mio ragazzo, you’ve brought a girl!” She walks over to you, clearly taking you in. “Very pretty.” You blush furiously, and when you meet her eyes, they practically have kindness shining out of them.

“This is Y/N,” Shawn explains. “Y/N, this is Mrs Vincenti. She and her husband own this place.”

You chat for a few minutes, finding her to be as kind as you thought her to be, before she returns to the kitchen, and Shawn leads you to a booth. You look at the menu, deciding to share a pizza but struggling to decide on which one to get.

Eventually, you come to the compromise of getting a margherita pizza, and Shawn orders some grissini as a side too, Mrs Vincenti bringing you some sodas.

“You come here often,” you state, and Shawn nods. “I get why. It’s nice here.”

“It is,” he agrees, smiling bashfully. “I’d just moved into my condo when I first found this place. I was hungry, and well… you know I’m not the best chef,” You can’t keep a laugh in. His eggs for breakfast were fine, but they definitely showed a lack of skill. “So I came here, and the Vincentis just immediately took me in. And now, whenever I’m home, I come here.”

Your first thought is what you end up saying. “That’s so cute,” As soon as you’ve said it, you feel your face heat up, obviously reddening, but you find Shawn to be looking the same.

He shrugs. “And it’s a nice sanctuary. No one really knows about this place, so I get to eat in peace,”

“Some people know,” Your eyes flicker to the elderly couple.

“Oh, you mean the Olivers over there?”

“Yeah,”

“They’re nice people,” Shawn tells you, and there’s such a fondness in his expression, something that only makes him more endearing. “They eat here like every night. I usually eat with them when I’m here,” Your heart is aching - but in a good way. He needs to stop being so cute. “But now I’m here with you. You, who I’m starting to realize I know nothing about,” It’s true. You can’t recall telling him basically anything about yourself. “I know Katie’s at university from what Brian told me. You studying anything?”

“No, not anymore. I dropped out after my first year,” you answer, and his brows raise, a little confused by the looks of it. You try and figure out how to explain it, but you decide to just be honest with him. “You know how sometimes you just do what other people want because it’ll be easier?” He gives an eager nod, and you suspect he knows that feeling quite well. “To my parents, I only had three options: studying business, law or medicine. So I chose business.”

He winces, chuckling. “Oh shit, why?”

You shrug. “Seemed like the easiest choice. Definitely wasn’t easy to study, though,”

“I can imagine,”

“But I got to meet my friends there, so it got me something - at least,”

“Your friends from the bar?”

“Yeah. Katie, Meg and Charlie,” you say, smiling just at the thought of them. “We all lived in the same dorm the first year, but then we moved into a house together, one that Meg’s dad bought for her,” Shawn tilts his head, and you can understand why. “Meg’s dad is this super-rich CEO. He pays her rent, which is like 50% of the whole rent, so it’s not that expensive for me. I really got lucky with her, eh?”

“You really did,” Shawn laughs, and then Mrs Vincenti comes out with the food and leaves again. The pizza looks so good, and you’re about to go for a slice when Shawn speaks again. “So what do you do now?”

You’re impressed with his curiosity. “Uh, I work as a secretary for a lawyer. She’s really nice, and it’s good money, so I’m not complaining,”

After that, you finally begin eating, and you could moan just at the taste of the pizza. A margherita pizza is as simple as they come, but the flavours are so deep and intricate, and you feel like you practically inhale your slices. The grissini are amazing as well. You struggle to understand why this place isn’t overrun with customers.

—————–

Once you’re done eating, you stay and chat for a while, but at one point, you do actually have to go home. After having said your goodbyes to Mrs Vincenti, you go back to the car, Shawn opening the door for you again - of course.

When you reach your street, Shawn is able to find a parking spot close to your door.

“You can come inside, but then you need to know something first,” you say, grinning, and he gives you an intrigued look. “I don’t have sex on the first date.” He roars with laughter, leaning his head back into his seat, and you’re laughing too now.

“So you only have sex before the first date, then?” Shawn continues with a smirk, and you nod, giving him your best serious look, but you instantly start giggling. “But, yeah, I’ll come in. I’m hoping I’ll at least get to kiss you, though.”

You only offer a shrug, even though you know he definitely will. “Who knows?”

Once inside, you take off your coats and shoes and make your way to the living room, only to be met with three shrieks of horror.

Katie, Meg and Charlie are all on the couch, looking more than comfy in their jammies, Meg even with a face mask on, clearly not expecting to have a man in their midst.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Charlie exclaims, cheeks flushing. “You could’ve told us you were bringing him home!” Shawn only looks upon the embarrassed group with amusement.

“Well, I didn’t know, okay?” you say and roll your eyes. “But we won’t bother you anymore. We’re just gonna go to my room,” When you glance over at Shawn, his eyes widen a little, lips curling into a grin. “Shawn.” You reach out with your hand, and he takes it, letting you pull him to the stairs. As you begin ascending, there’s a noise from the living room.

“Put some music on if you’re gonna fuck!” Meg shouts, and you hear the three of them laugh. You can’t help but roll your eyes at them again.

When you open the door to your room, you can’t keep from feeling a bit nervous. You did the best you could to make it look tidy before you left, in case you did end up bring Shawn home. Clothes are no longer strewn all over the bed, and it is made to perfection.

You expect Shawn to let go of your hand once you’ve closed the door behind you, but he doesn’t. Instead, his thumb rubs over the side of your hand, and your heart flutters at the simple, gentle touch. When you lock eyes with him, your heart feels like it might burst. God, what is this boy doing to me?

You step backwards, pulling him with you, until the back of your knees bump against the bottom of your mattress. You sit down and scoot back, lying down, and Shawn crawls up so you’re face to face.

“I know you don’t have sex on the first date,” Shawn says, voice low. “But what about on a second date?” You snort with laughter, and you bring your hand up to cup the side of his face.

“That’s a really shit way of asking me on a second date, you know?” you smile, and he’s about to offer an apology, but you stop him. “But, yeah, I’m in,” You raise your head to press a kiss to his jaw. “And maybe next time, you’ll be too.” Shawn chuckles, shaking his head in mock disdain, before leaning down to capture your lips with his own.

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[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - 10 Things The Joker Randomly Does That Kind of Prove He Cares

1.   J is in a good mood more often. It strangely happened after he met you: the first year he had two good days the whole year, the second year he had four and this year is about to have the sixth day and the year is not even over yet! A new record.

The King of Gotham calls you Insanity when he’s in a good mood; that’s the signal you can ask for pretty much whatever you want and he won’t say no.

“Hey Insanity,” J greets when you open your eyes in the morning.

You gasp. OMG, he’s gonna be in a good mood today, such a rare occurrence!

“Hi handsome,” you kiss him super-fast and don’t waste a single moment so you start your tirade:

“Can we spend the day at the beach?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can we make love instead of having sex?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can we hold hands more than 20 seconds?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can we say lovey-dovey things to each other?” “Don’t push it, Insanity.”

Crap.

But you remember your secret weapon and sweetly smile. J squirms, uncomfortable. “Ummm…maybe…no guarantees.”

Jackpot!

“Can we make out for more than 10 minutes before you undress me?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can I call you “my sexy Metal Mouth” after you undress me?”

“Don’t push it, Insanity!”

Crap.

Oh no, here’s the sweet smile again and your boyfriend fusses under the covers, uneasy.

“Ummm…maybe…just once…no guarantees…”

Jackpot!

2.   The Joker never buys you flowers but he makes sure fresh ones are delivered for each room at the penthouse every three days. He likes to break a random one from the bouquets and places it behind your ear.

You’re usually reading a book but stop when he does that.

“Thank you baby,” and you smile in such a sweet way it catches him off guard. You go back to your reading and he sits there, staring and mumbling words. “Want me to get you anything?” you offer, turning the page; can’t really tell what he said.

“No, I have stuff to do!” he sulks, slowly walking away. What J actually said was that you look very cute with that flower but got pissed at himself since you almost heard him. A very unique way to give his girl flowers but it counts; gets a solid E for Effort.

3.   He is reeeaaally straining to do something nice for you once a month.

It’s July, 95 degrees out there; scorching hot and The Joker places his jacket around your shoulders. He saw that in a movie once and figured chicks dig it.

“I’m so hot already,” you try to give it back and see he’s getting angry and then it hits: must be that one nice thing he does monthly. “On the other hand, the air conditioning in the car is going to be full blast and you know I get cold easily.” You keep his jacket and J keeps his cool.

For August he plans to outrun every single nice thing he ever did for you: since you can’t swim he’s going to push you in the river, leave you in there for a bit and save you before you drawn. My God, you will love that for sure!

4.   He takes you to casinos because you like to gamble.

His business partners own your favorite so they close out and seal a whole room just for you two to play the slots machines.

“Baby, I’m not winning!” you stump your foot, pouting.

J loses his shit.

“Why is my girl not winning, hm?” he yells at the guys.

“Well, sir, it’s just luck,” one comments and The Clown Prince of Crime is not happy with the answer.

“My woman needs no luck, SHE HAS ME ! If she doesn’t win in the next 15 minutes, you’ll see what happens !!!!” and J hands you over another stack of 100 dollars bills because you like to play maximum bet and you run out of money pretty fast.

Fortunately, you win $100,000 and it makes you so excited you jump up and down, clapping and laughing. The Joker is excited too for a different reason: he keeps on glaring at your cleavage and your boobs almost bursting out of the tight fabric.

You don’t collect the money because you don’t need it: you just like to win. The blue eyed devil just KNOWS you will be this enthusiastic next month also when he will toss you in the river to let you drawn. You will certainly jump up and down after he saves you.

Probably J’s gonna have a huge surprise regarding his plan, but for now we’ll let him believe in his dream; gets a solid D for Delusional.

5.   The Joker goes insane if he only gets a hint somebody is disrespecting his Queen.

Once he shot somebody because the man said “hello” to you and J didn’t like the tone of his voice. Actually, the dude had a cold; that’s why he sounded weird. Oops!

Another time J thought a guy was giving you the evil eye and stabbed him on the spot.Actually, the dude just had corrective eye surgery and was blinking faster than normal. Oops!

Today is legit though. Both walked in at the meeting right when two smugglers were talking garbage about his Princess. They were saying you look average, not that attractive and The Joker could do better.

He absolutely lost his marbles ! Beat them to a pulp while screaming:

“My woman is not that attractive?! By whose standards you pieces of shit ?! Every time I look at her, my pants are getting tighter !! Do you understand what I’m saying?! I like her and that’s the only standard there is!” and he keeps on kicking them and punching them, completely out of control.

After he’s done and your henchmen take bodies away, you have to ice his bruised up hands; the skin is scraped too.

“Thank you,” you kiss his knuckles and emerge them back in the iced water, smitten by his actions. “Nobody did this for me before, you’re my hero,” you point out, drunk on euphoria.

“This town already has a hero; goddamned Batsy takes all the glory! The bastard is selfish, hates to share the spotlight!” J rolls his eyes.

“Who cares about him?! You’re my hero,” you kiss him and have to say: “I think your pants are getting tighter,” and he growls:

“Either I need new pants or I need to get laid.”

“We’ll go with the second option, OK?” you sweetly smile again and he’s feeling warmer even with his hands in ice.

“If you insist,” he sighs, hating the fact that he did two nice things for you this month instead of just one.

6.   The Joker can’t cook but once a week he makes breakfast in bed.  

Takes him an hour and a half to finish and you are famished. Finally shows up with toast, a boiled egg and salt.

“What took you so long? I’m starving!” you whine, seeing there is almost nothing on your plate…again.

“You can’t rush these things, Kitten ! It has to be perfect, OK?” he raises his voice and you realize you talked too much.

“It is very good,” you take a bite of your toast. “You are getting better and better at this!” you praise his aptitudes and strike his ego.

“I am basically a chef,” J concludes and you peck his cheek, mesmerized by how he has such an outstanding opinion about himself.

“And my hero,” you add and he takes a deep breath, pride making his chest go up and down faster. “Batsy can’t even compare to you.”

“Precisely, Pumpkin. He’s just a psycho out of control.”

“Indeed,” you agree, wanting to emphasize that nobody is sexier than your sexy Metal Mouth but you already used the opportunity when he was in a good mood the other day so you shut up.

7.    J is aware you love his purple coat so he custom ordered an outfit for you made of the same crock material, this way you match.

It’s a two piece ensemble: a very skimpy little bra and an equally flimsy thong, only for him to see. You were thinking you’re getting a halter top and a skirt or something? Ha! Forget about it!

8.   The Joker comforts you when you cry.

“Seriously, Kitten, you’re not ugly,” he caresses your hair while holding you in his arms.

“I am ugly!!” you continue to bawl, making a mess of his favorite silver shirt.

“Hey, look at me,” J lifts your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet, this way maybe he can save whatever is left of his shirt also. “When I wake up in the morning and I see you, I don’t get scared. If you were ugly, I would freak out. But I don’t, which means you look fine.”

“You mean it?” you sniffle, squeezing him harder.

“Absolutely. It could be much worse.”

“So now I look bad and I could look worse in the future?!” whaling restarts.

He walked right into this one unprepared.

“Nahhhh, it can’t get worse than this,” he kisses you and then adds since you cry your eyes out. “ What the hell, I’m teasing; calm down woman! Crying makes you very ugly!”

You stop instantly.

I guess he was prepared after all.

9.    He gives you massages even if you don’t ask for them.

For some reason, his hands always slip in your undies.

“That’s not my back,” you utter and J is quick to respond:

“My bad, Pumpkin.”

For some reason, his hands always get to your boobs afterwards.

“That’s not my back.”

“My bad, Princess.”

“Did you just say my Bat?” you tease and your butt gets pinched.

“Hilarious! Want him to come and give you a massage too?!”

“I wouldn’t mind,” the reply makes The Joker turn you around and you get pinned under his body.

“Watch it, you bad girl!” he snarls, smelling your freshly washed hair.

“Did you just say Bat girl?” you giggle and he grinds his teeth:

“Are you starting to get a kink for Batsy?”

“Me?! No way! I like my hero,” you stretch your neck to kiss him and he purrs, wanting to get the most out of it.

“I am your hero; remember that next month in August,OK?”

He is surely referring to that nice thing he’ll do for you when you’ll be pushed in the river to drawn and he’ll save you in the last moment. Oh, yeah, you’ll enjoy it tremendously!

10.   J learns French just for you.

Spent the whole day fussing around with the dictionary, three laptops and five books until he realized he got what he wanted out of it.

“Princess, I’m done,” your boyfriend announces, victorious.

You can’t wait to hear everything, you’re gonna lose your mind. The Joker takes a deep breath and pronounces with perfect accent:

“Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” (Do you want to sleep with me tonight?)

That’s all he knows.

Holy Commissar Gordon! That’s sooo hot because it’s the only French you know too. Plus the answer:

“Oui, (yes)" you wink at him and he is totally turned on.

“Oh my God, Y/N, you didn’t tell me you speak French fluently!”

“Surprise,” you grin, signaling him to come closer. “We gotta compare notes, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” J licks his lips, ready to comply since his pants are getting tighter.

Hmmm…either he needs new pants or he needs to get laid. I suppose you’ll go with the second option one more time.

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“But Mom!” Part 5

A/N: Just a quick quick note, there’s like an alternating scene here. I gave it an amateur shot and so in that specific part, Beca’s POV is italicized while Chloe’s POV is bold.  

Beca walked Chloe back to her room with Charlie. The trip wasn’t awkward at all. They were laughing and holding hands. When they got there, Chloe opened the door where a sleeping Charlie was laying in between Stacie and Aubrey who were watching National Geographic.

“You worn him out?” The redhead asks.

“Well… he was bouncing around way too much.” Stacie says with a glint in her eyes, earning a glare from her girlfriend. This exchanged didn’t go unnoticed by Chloe.

“He likes Star Wars too?” Beca’s voice suddenly came from behind, the toy already in her hand.

Stacie looks at her tiny brunette friend, “Yeah, he does! You should bond over it when he gets up.”

Beca agrees enthusiastically and Chloe couldn’t help but admire the DJ’s fondness over her child.

“Hey, Beca? Do you wanna check on the other Bellas’? They’re arriving today too, right?” Stacie says, her eyes clearly asking Beca to just go along with it. “Uhh… yeah. Why don’t we um, call them?” She offered.

“Good idea! Okay babe, we’ll see you later!” Stacie kisses Aubrey’s cheek and hops of the bed, dashes and drags the DJ out of the room.

Chloe heard a tiny “7 PM, Beale!” from outside and immediately earned a gasp from her blonde best friend.

“Dude! What the hell?” Beca yanks her hand from Stacie’s grip. Earning a laugh from the taller woman. “I’m sorry! I just, I knew Aubrey needed her best friend time and I had no idea how to make it look comfortable enough for Chloe.” The leggy brunette answered after she’s sobered up from laughter.

Beca raises an eyebrow at this, “Geez. You think about Chloe being comfortable and you didn’t even stop to think about my comfort?” She feigns hurt.

“Oh… I dragged you out here ‘cause you really need to spill when we left you two there.” Stacie answers wiggling her eyebrows at her tiny friend.

The DJ huffs, “Over margarita?”

“Over margarita.”

“What’s happening at 7 PM?” Aubrey drags the question just to make sure Chloe understood that she heard what the DJ shouted.

Chloe looks at her best friend. Her smile reaching her ears, her eyes gleaming, “Beca asked me out on a date…”

“You what?!!” Stacie almost chokes on her margarita. Did she hear that right?

“I asked her out on a date… tonight… at 7 PM.” Beca answers. Suddenly unsure if she did the right thing. She was expecting a squeal from Stacie or at least some kind of ‘I knew it Beca’ or an ‘About damn time!’ But she got..

“How did you do that!!!” Stacie was smiling now. Okay, that’s what Beca wanted!

Chloe looked at her son to make sure he was asleep and immediately jumped next to Aubrey and launched with her story. “Okay it was… awkward at first but then we talked about Bruno Mars and you know how Charlie loves that whole album right? So I showed Beca the video of him dancing to Chunky! Which happened to be Beca’s favourite…”

Stacie was listening intently at the whole thing. She couldn’t help but admire how easily the two could fall back into their old ways.

“Have you seen the video? He’s adorable! I can’t believe he listens to a music I helped make. I can’t believe Chloe still listens to them… but yeah. That’s basically how things started.” Beca beams.

“Yeah… so that’s when she asked about Charlie’s dad.” There was a pause. Aubrey sure that Chloe hesitated telling her this part of the story as much as she did earlier with Beca.



Beca wasn’t looking at her anymore; she was looking at her half empty margarita glass. “I had a million questions running through my mind but… that’s what came out of my mouth. I felt so stupid but thank God. Chloe is Chloe. She… didn’t make me feel bad for asking.”

She was smiling towards the end and that’s how Stacie was sure that she’s okay.

“So I told her about what happened at the World’s and during graduation. I told her I have no idea who Charlie’s dad is.” Chloe shortcuts it but she’s sure Aubrey knows what she’s talking about — how Beca ran to Jesse during the Worlds and how she ran away from Beca because she was pregnant blah blah, the rest the comes along with it.

“And apparently… she’s not married or whatever. I should’ve noticed the ringless finger.” Beca smiles. Her face says it all — like the best thing happened. Stacie knew how much Beca was hung up on Chloe during their last year in Barden. She never realised how much, though. ‘Cause Emily was the only person Beca could talk to when it comes to her feelings and her love life.

Also… Emily’s always with Beca so there’s that.

Chloe paused. “I basically told her that I’ve loved her my whole life, Bree.” She was feeling extremely loopy. Yeah, she’s really loved Beca since they met. Sure, she’s dated a few people but none of them lasted for more than two dates, to be honest.

Aubrey was a bit skeptical about it though. How could Beca be… just okay with the whole confession thing after being left broken. She let things slide though, she wanted both of them to be happy. “What did she say?”

“Oh… she… asked me out on a date. 7 PM. Tonight!” Chloe was beaming and the blonde wouldn’t have it any other way.

“So did she say anything else other than the nonexistent husband?” Stacie pried.

Beca’s thought about it. She recalls Chloe telling her that she’s loved her, her whole life. It’s just… that’s… hard to wrap her mind around it. So, “Nope. Just… that. Yeah and then I asked her out.”

“Great then. Do you want to prepare?” Stacie asks finishing off her margarita.

“Don’t worry about it. I have it all figured out. Besides go spend time with General Posen over there and tire Charlie. You do know you guys are babysitting tonight right?” The DJ smirks.

So DJ got to it. Not before calling Fat Amy though.

Phone Conversation Beca: Hey Ames! What time are you guys arriving? Fat Amy: Shawshank, you might have forgotten this but we arrive tomorrow. Beca: What? Em says— Fat Amy: Of course! Giraffe legs is arriving today. Didn’t think to update you about us that one. Beca: I’m not understanding anything. Fat Amy: Well, Emily is arriving today. The rest of us are getting there tomorrow. Beca: Oh… Fat Amy: Now stop calling! It’s almost morning here and Lily’s about to do her acrobat!

And the call was dropped. Right, she forgot about the time difference. However, she’s never really sure where Amy is. Lily and Amy are hanging out though? Disaster for sure. On the other hand, Emily’s coming today.

Crap. Emily’s arriving today. She didn’t even update her about what’s happening. Well that’s okay. Right? Emily wants her to be happy. Right?

The DJ went to talk to the owner and chef of the five-star restaurant near Chloe’s hotel. She honestly just wanted to make a reservation but the owner insisted that they could have a full meal date on the house as long as Beca spins even just for 30 minutes in his newly opened bar in front of the restaurant. Of course, Beca wouldn’t pass up on that opportunity and even offered to spin for an hour and 30 as long as her friends gets to be on the list.

After fixing everything logistically (basically that was all that mattered for Beca) she went straight to her hotel room and fixed up some of her pending tracks. She decided not to check-up on Emily since she was a big girl anyway.

Before she knew it, it was already 5 PM and so she started getting ready.

The group of girls were busy squealing over the fact that Chloe’s going out with Beca. They were picking Chloe’s outfit for the night when a little redhead stirs from his sleep. “Momma?”

“Hey there, buddy. You had a long nap. Do you want to go out for lunch?” Chloe sits beside him on top of their bed. Charlie shook his head. “Can we stay in bed and eat here?”

“Room service does sound like a good idea, doesn’t it?” Stacie looks at the older women.

Aubrey smiles at her, “The best.”

Obviously, they wanted to spend more time looking into clothes and gossiping. They were going down the memory lane with things that involve Beca and Chloe’s obliviousness to their mutual attraction.

Charlie was eating his fries when, “Momma, are you going out on a date?”

Needless to say, Chloe was shocked. This was the first time Charlie had acknowledged this part of Chloe’s life — dating. “Oh… um—

“Is it wif DJ Bwecuh?” he asked innocently with his mouthful.

Again, jaw drops. Stacie and Aubrey were holding back their laughter though and with just one look. Chloe already knew these two had something to do with opening up the topic to her son. She wasn’t sure though what to feel about it.

“Um… Only if you’re okay with it, honey.” Chloe looks at him. Extremely genuine about what she said.

“Will she become my mom too?” Charlie asked.

Chloe sighed. She has no idea. Beca was great with Charlie. However, LA… is so far away from Baltimore. Beca has a completely different life in LA. It’s… going to be extremely complicated. “I… don’t know. But we’ll see okay?”

“She’s cool. I like her.” Charlie finally breaks out into a grin. That cheeky grin that makes Chloe’s worries slip away so easily.

It was 6:30 PM when Beca arrived in Chloe’s hotel lobby. She figured, it’d take her less then five minutes to get up to Chloe’s room and stuff so she just sat there. Wearing her signature black skinny jeans, boots, that maroon tank top (which vaguely reminds her of the top she wore when she first met the redhead), and a leather jacket on top. Okay, Maldives was a pretty summer-y place. It’s hot, yes. But everywhere she’s going tonight is air-conditioned. Sue her. Chloe was ready by 6:50 PM. Just right. She was wearing a red, sleeveless dress that ends just a few inches above her knee. It kind of plunges down in the middle, showing just the right amount of cleavage (keeping it PG for her son), and it was paired with red heels. She looks stunning.

At exactly, 7 PM, Beca rang room 302 and the door was opened by a tiny man. “Who are you?” Charlie pretends to cross his arms. “Are you taking my daughter out on a date?” He put his scowl on and Beca couldn’t help but adore him.

She kneeled in front of him, “Yes, sir. Would that be okay with you? I brought flowers and these chocolates are for you, sir.” She handed him a bucket of Maltesers, his favourite. When his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, she mentally took note of thanking Stacie and Aubrey.

“Moooooom! Your date is here!” Charlie shouts walking further into the room cuddling his bucket.

Chloe was laughing and Beca’s never seen anyone more beautiful. “So did he scare you alright?” Chloe teases.

“He did give me the best scowl ever.” Beca smirks. “You two can come say hi too, you know?” She rolls her eyes, hearing shh-shing sounds from the bedroom.

Aubrey starts walking right out of the bedroom and stands up straight, “Beca Mitchell, if something happens to Chloe… I swear to G—

“Have fun you two. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t!” Stacie winks at them while covering her girlfriend’s mouth.

The DJ and the redhead chuckles softly, “So… shall we?” Beca offers her hand and Chloe gladly interlaced their fingers together.

“Be home by 12 young lady!” A faint shout came out of the hotel room as soon as the two were near the elevator.

“He reminds me so much of your… bubbliness. Is that a word?” Beca chuckles.

“I’m not sure. But… to tell you honestly, he reminds me so much of you.” Chloe admits shyly. Refusing to look at Beca and focusing on her clutch bag instead.

Beca’s ears perked up. “Really? That’s what I thought too when we spent time together when he got lost. I bribed him with food, you know?” She teases the redhead.

*ding* The finally reached the ground floor.

The elevator doors opened, “Okay, wow. That’s scary. What else happened!”

Beca went on telling Chloe about how funny the whole thing was. “You know he admitted to hitting me with a beach ball on purpose right?”

“He did not!!!”

“Yes he did! And he laughed to my face. He was an annoying kid, he should be thankful he has red hair. He immediately reminded me of you.” Beca smiles shyly.

Chloe couldn’t help but blush, “He did?”

“Definitely.” Beca squeezes Chloe’s hand to show her how much she meant it.

They were waiting for Beca’s car to get there, valet parking and all that. When a black, tinted, SUV pulled up. Beca pulled Chloe to the side sensing that the ones inside might be big deals. It was tinted after all.

It wasn’t until…

“Beca!!!” the tall drink of water, a.k.a. Emily ran up to her.

Chloe was stunned. Emily looks insanely different now. Did she forget who she was or…

“Oh my god. Chloe? You’re here… You’re actually here!!!” She launched into hugging the redhead. Chloe immediately hugging back. She hasn’t seen the Bella since graduation day. “Emily! You look gorgeous!”



“So do you! And you too Beca! Are you two… Oh my god. Please don’t tell me you’re going on a date?”

“We are, actually.” Beca smirks.

“This cannot be happening right now.” Emily whispers to herself. Panic obvious in her face.

Beca picked up on this and let go of Chloe’s hands. She put both her hands on both sides of Emily’s shoulders. “Em what’s wro—

“Babe!!!” A stunning redhead walks out from the SUV and starts walking towards the DJ.

“Mi— Mia? Wha—

She was cut off with a kiss to her lips and both Emily and Chloe’s jaw dropped in an instant.

A/N: Here you go! The fifth part finally flew out of my brain. Hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think (it helps with the creative process. Haha. Also changed my url from bechloeluv to heauxadamas ‘cause I might be using this blog as my personal blog now too. Lol.

Quick links: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4