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Maybe this is a silly question to ask, and I know the people who run this blog are very busy, but I was wondering what your thoughts were!
Aurora has said each album she plans on making is going to be different from the things she's made before. It SEEMS like she's getting ready for her next evolution!! Different styles of clothes worn in shows. New merch drop with the weirdos and warriors! Do you have any thoughts on where we may be headed? Any theories or things you hope happen?
Thank you guys so much for all the hard work you do keeping us up to date here. Love you!!
Hello, lovely warrior!
It's actually a very good question and I appreciate the way you treated my time here and overall your consideration! <3
I have already answered a question on Step3 last February [link] but everything that went on since then and the newer interviews made me think of other speculiations.
It might still be Step 3 in a way how suddenly Step 1 and 2 are re-released + new redisign still has hints towards these eras + her current outfits hint more towards the past + new merch style might be a hint + the long ago pinned post with the dragon might be a hint as well. I can't understand for sure whether it was Step 3 that she referred to as an album for dealing with the grief with a song âA Different Kind of Humanâ being a hint towards the direction (and I would personally need such album the most after what I have been going through) but either way the mood of the upcoming album will be opposite:
âIt is crazy [âŠ] that our worth is defined by something we can measure in numbers. Like our fortune, our followers or our weight or our height. Itâs just crazy how we let these numbers decide so much, when they are so meaningless. Iâm heading towards this direction on my next album again. So my fifth album⊠or fourth⊠is this my third? (laughs) Well, my next album is going to be inspired by this. And this album now ("The Gods We Can Touch") is kind of a bridge over to that. Itâs about reminding ourselves of the value we have within us, about the powers we have. Love, and also itâs all about the small, simple things. It has nothing to do with our phones, with success, even with God. Itâs just you and me, right here, right now. Weâre just floating on a rock in space, so it doesnât matter if I have a pimple on my cheek today. Because â who cares? Itâs about thinking really big and really small at the same time (laughs).â
- AURORA on her next album in the interview for FastForward Magazine by Gabi Rudolph (January 27th, 2022)
It will be a really fun album *smiles widely*.â
- AURORA on her next album in the interview for ba.no, translated by aurora.puppet (February 2nd 2022)
âA Little Place Called The Moon" is the perfect ending. You have to wait so long for the final release where I finally come in again. I like the patience of it, it offers you one last breath before it all ends and disappears into the sky. And itâs a really good bridge to my next album. No [I canât tell a bit more about it]!
AURORA on a significance of âA Little Place Called The Moonâ as the connection to the next album in the interview for Official Charts (January 26th 2022)
"People like, or aliens like, I don't know myself... Ok, creatures like yourself that sing together in harmony, it's very gorgeous isn't it? I have started my next album! It has a lot of people's voices."
- AURORA before performing "The Innocent" @ Paradiso, Amsterdam (September 3rd 2022)
And there's something very interesting about a possible on that album song:
"I have a song out there I think that has taken me 10 years, this is the longest. It will be on my next album, it has taken so many years. But finally I've gone through what I wrote about. For the first time, so I understand the song more, as from the inside it was easier. So one song for my next album."
- AURORA in an open interview session with Bergen Bibliotek filmed by abaddonna (November 3rd 2022)
It is certainly connected to the song she has already described in 2016:
"I have a song now that I've been working on since I was 16, but I haven't found the right words to finish it. I know it will be a good song when it's perfect, but I'm just looking for one line in the fourth verse to complete it. And in four years, I haven't found that line yet."
- AURORA in an interview for Vice (March 11th 2016)
Whatever AURORA has in store I'm impatiently looking forward to this, I believe and see her artistic growth and that excites me a lot!
- Nikol
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Adaâs event outfit.
#nhqevent1#Individuality is more common than you think | Ada Inspo#body image tw#//Yes she even has a purple eye bc i'm a gremlin for aesthetic it turns out#//She also decided to rock up in really simple clothes and then go crazy with the accessories apparently??#Tasks : Ada
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request: breeding kink jennie, getting punished in public with remote vibrator. rewarded by being filled up multiple times
pairing: jennie x gp!reader
genre: pure smut
warnings: public play, public orgasm, unprotected sex, breeding kink
âOh my god,â Jennie whispered as the two of you walked through the mall. You could see her struggling to control yourself, and it was turning you on quite a bit. You had to consciously prevent yourself from getting too hard. After all this, was supposed to be Jennieâs punishment.
You were able to control her, every step of the way. It was simple--she had a remote vibrator resting in her panties, applying however much stimulation you controlled it to.
That also meant that she needed to walk around in public without letting the rest of the world know that she was constantly teetering right on the edge of an orgasm. Which was a lot harder than it sounded, just because you knew all the best patterns for driving her crazy.
âHow much longer?â she hissed, her voice jumping on the last word as you increased the intensity for just a moment.
âUntil I donât feel like it anymore,â you told her. That was the only answer she was going to get. Because this was her punishment for being a brat, again.
âI think Iâm going to cum,â she whined as the two of you walked. You could tell that her legs were starting to shake. âPlease...â
âYou can handle it,â you said. âYou want it, donât you?â
âYes... but...!â
You shook your head. âNo complaining. If you take it like a good girl, Iâll reward you when we get home.â
She gripped your hand tightly. âI canât last much longer, itâs so much!â
You shook her head off. âWalk in front of me.â
She looked at you with wide, surprised eyes. âW-what? Why? Why canât I walk next to you?â
You smirked. âI thought that was obvious. Itâs because I want to watch you have an orgasm in public.â And your finger twitched on your phone, turning the vibrations up again.
Jennie squeaked, unable to stop herself, but she could tell that you werenât joking. So she quickened her pace and sped up, so that she was now walking in front of you by a decent amount, enough for you to really see how your punishment was affecting her.
She was walking slowly, her fists clenched, clearly so desperate to keep herself under control. But you knew that she wasnât going to be able to last more than a few moments longer.
And there it was. You couldnât hear her, but you new that she had just gasped to herself. Her knees locked, and she almost toppled over, but she steadied herself on a nearby pillar and remained standing.
You caught up to her a few seconds later to see her leaning on the pillar, panting hard, and little bit of sweat visible on her forehead as you powered the vibrator down. âFeeling better?â you asked her.
She nodded, her eyes wide.
âGood girl,â you said. âI hope youâre ready for your reward.â
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You had decided on her reward before the two of you had even made it home. You didnât tell her what it was, of course. Half the fun was the anticipation.
And it was going to be a real reward. Something that she was definitely going to love. And you were going to love giving it to her.
As soon as the two of you got home, Jennie starting pestering you about the reward. âI was so good!â she insisted. âI deserve it! And I want it right now!â
You lifted an eyebrow. âI thought we talked about your brattiness,â you said. âDo you need another punishment already?â
She shook her head quickly. âThatâs right,â you said. âBecause only good girls get rewarded. Now get naked and get ready for your present.â
You were pretty sure that she had never stripped that fast in her life. Her clothes were scattered all over the ground in mere moments. Meanwhile, you leisurely pulled off your clothes, placing them on the floor and finally revealing your rock hard erection.
Jennie looked at it hungrily. She opened her mouth, but you stopped her. âOh no,â you said. âThis is all for your greedy pussy. Iâve been saving it all up for you.â
Her mouth dropped open and you knew right then and there that the two of you were never going to make it to the bedroom. Jennie grabbed you and pulled you on top of her, right there in the middle of the floor. âFuck me,â she demanded. âSo hard, please, fill me up!â
You didnât make her wait any longer, instead plunging deep inside her, deep enough to feel your balls press against her body. She gasped, unable to speak from the sudden rush of being filled. âThatâs not all Iâm going to be filling you up with,â you purred into her ear.
You had intentionally not let yourself cum for several days, just so that you could give her an extra large load. Or two. Or more.
You began to thrust into her, deep and hard, making each stroke count. She wanted your cum inside of her, you could feel her trying every tactic she knew to milk it out of you. What she didnât know was that you werenât going to be stopping with just one.
âTake me,â you growled into her ear. âAll of me. Every inch.â
âYes!â she cried out. âI need it! I need you! Cum for me, cum in me, fill me up!â
âGod, yes, Jennie,â you managed to say as you felt the orgasm approaching. âAre you ready?â
âGive it to me!â
And you did--unloading, again and again, rope after rope of your cum deep inside her, completely buried in her pussy. She gasped in pleasure as she felt it filling her up, and she clung tighter to you as you remained inside her, even when you were finished.
âSo... good...â she murmured, when you had finally finished.
âWas it?â you asked, your voice taking on a more dominant tone. âGood. I hope thereâs more room inside you... because Iâm going to fill you up again.â
âOh my god,â Jennie breathed.
You hadnât gone soft. Not with her perfect body against yours. And you knew you werenât going to, not until you had filled her once, maybe twice more.
âBy the time Iâm done with you,â you promised, âyou wonât be able to walk.â
Jennie couldnât speak. She was just looking at you with pure lust all over her face.
âAre you ready?â you asked.
But you didnât give her a chance to respond.
#jennie smut#jennie imagines#jennie fanfic#jennie x reader#blackpink fanfic#blackpink imagines#blackpink smut#blackpink x reader#kpop fanfic#kpop imagines#kpop smut#kpop x reader#girl group imagines#girl group smut#girl group x reader#girl group fanfic
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~Metal Family headcanons~
These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf
Glam
Bisexual
Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.
He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.
Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.
Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.
He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.
This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.
This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.
Vicky
Also bisexual!
Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)
She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?
She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.
She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.
Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.
Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.
Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.
Rest of the family under the cut!
Heavy
Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.
Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.
I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.
Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.
He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!
Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.
Dee
I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.
Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.
Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.
The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.
Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.
He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.
Ches
Pansexual.
He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?
Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?
Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.
More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.
Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.
Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.
Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.
That would be all!
#metal family#glam metal family#ches metal family#victoria metal family#chess metal family#dee metal family#heavy metal family#metal family glam#metal family victoria#metal family dee#metalfamily#metal family heavy
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Doing Their Makeup
Poly Lost Boys, Michael and Star x Gender neutral reader
Basically came up with these while I was messaging @aliypopâ . Thank you for somehow getting me to a place where I wanted to write an imagine about the lost boys, Michael and Starâs partner wanting to do their makeup. XD This is everyone x reader.Â
Also this is kind of my head-canon that Michael and Star became one happy family with David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko. But Max still died cause I donât think anyone likes him.Â
Warnings?: swearing? Cursing?Â
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The second you told your partners that you wanted to do their makeup, each and everyone one of them were down with the idea, but at all different degrees of being okay with it.Â
Paul was the first one to practically bounce his way over to you. He already needed your help with doing his simple eyeliner on a daily basis so you paying attention to his face for more than a few minutes made him a very happy camper.Â
Paul LOVES it. I mean it. Give him the whole glam rock look! Glitter? Yes! Winged eyeliner? Yes! Bitch, make him look like a disco ball and he will be very happy. He loves glitter more than any of them and will directly ask you to use as much as you wanted.Â
When doing his makeup, he always smiles, loving that your attention was solely on him. Though you have to scold him not to smile because the crinkle in his eyes will totally mess up whatever eyeshadow or eyeliner look you're trying to accomplish. He complies⊠for about two minutes.Â
This boy will have you straddling him as you work, his hands on your hips, rubbing little circles into your skin softly. He practically becomes putty in your hands as you gently touch his face. He finds it absolutely adorable that you're being so delicate with him.Â
When you're done, he shows it off to everyone around the cave. His babe of a partner went all out and he will brag that his makeup is going to be better than everyone else's once you are done.Â
Second would be Marko. Seeing how good you were with Paul, he was excited to see what kind of look you would give him. He wasnât too much into glitter like his fellow blonde but he was okay if you wanted to use it. Makeup to him was an artistic form of expression so he became your canvas on which to paint on.Â
Seeing you figure what colors you wanted to give him and what tools you wanted to use would make him smile with how serious you were taking this task. He would ask you as you worked what your ideas were and you thought looked best on him.Â
Your bodies would be close, not sitting in his lap close, but your legs would be locked together as you sat on your makeshift bed. His hands fiddling with whatever piece of clothing he could get his hands on. It was very hard not to touch you and he wanted you to fulfill your wish for the night.Â
By the end of it, Markoâs makeup look would have half of the amount of glitter that Paul had. It would be very colorful, almost reflecting the multiple colors of his jacket. Marko was a little easier compared to the others because of those colors, you had more options to work with.Â
Marko reacted like Paul, showing it off to everyone. Soon him and Paul compared their looks and pointed out what they liked about them.Â
Dwayne was third. He wasnât overly into it, but he loves seeing you happy and if doing his makeup was going to put a smile on your face, then he was happy to do it. He did have a few things to say though, he was okay with a little glitter but nowhere near Paul's and heck, maybe even half of what you did to Marko. Also, no colors that were too bright.Â
From that, you only choose a few warm hues, some reds, oranges and a tiny bit of yellow. Even some earthy tones to complement his tanned skin. In a way you connected it with the jaguar on his leather jacket.Â
Dwayne would have his hands placed on your thighs as you worked, saying only a few words here and there, asking simple questions if he was curious about something. If anything he was the calmest one of the bunch, not really interrupting your process.Â
In a way it was nice. While you worked, you didnât really talk, too focused on the task at hand and he thought it was cute when you would bite your lip in concentration. The silence that sometimes hung between you two was sweet, like you both were in your own little world. Minus the fact that Paul and Marko were just outside your makeshift area in the cave making noise.Â
When Dwayne was done, he placed a small kiss on your lips and walked out. He didnât really show off to the others but he couldnât help but smirk when Paul and Marko grew silent at his new look.Â
David was the fourth and probably the one that wasnât overly crazy about it. If he was going to have glitter, it was going to be tasteful and very little of it. Dark colors only, and if you want to stick on gems, guess what, they better be little and it's gotta be sexy. Make him a sexy princely creature of the night and you are good.Â
For once, he let you have control, even with his requests orders on what you can and cannot do. You went to work, both of your knees touching and you had to constantly stop him from moving, trying to smoke his cigarette. In the end, you lost against him cause if he couldnât smoke a cigarette to distract himself from your hands being so gentle with him, they were going somewhere else and you would get nothing done.Â
In between his puffs of smoke, you poured everything into his look wanting it to be perfect because you definitely wanted to do it again in the future. The only way he would let you is if you did a bang up job.Â
You made his facial features sharp and his icy blue eyes seemed to pierce through your soul even more with the dark eyeshadow on his eyelids. A little bit of glitter and a few small black gemstones later, he was beautiful. Definitely different from what you were used to, but with David, he could pull off anything and heâd still look good.Â
With a smirk, he thanked you for your work, which surprised you, and walked back out to the others. You chuckled when you heard Paul exclaim âHoly shit!â when he saw David. Needless to say, you did make David look like a prince of the night with your talents.Â
Second to last was Star. Your beautiful girlfriend of your group of male partners entered your part of the cave, bringing some of her own collection with her. Star was probably the easiest of the group to do makeup for. She already wore red lipstick on the daily and brown toned eyeshadow to compliment her skin but she never went farther than that.Â
But tonight, she would let you take it a step further. Nothing too crazy, maybe even a little more toned down than Davidâs.Â
Star practically cuddled up to you as you worked your magic. It was a little difficult but she stayed still nonetheless. You kept her signature red lipstick, and decided to focus more on her eyes and add some stick on gems that matched the colors of her skirt.Â
You added a splash of color to her eyes that went well with her usual browns, picking some of her favorite makeup items and mixing them with your own.
Of course you couldnât help but smile when Star would giggle as the makeup brushes lightly tickled her face. You wanted to scold her for it but it was too cute so you said nothing just having to work around it.Â
Just as you were finishing, your last partner, Michael walked in, watching you with curiosity and a slight twinge of interest. When you did finish, Star looked to Michael to see what he thought and happily kissed him when he said he liked it. Which in turn having you redo her lipstick one last time before she left, leaving only you and Michael.Â
Michael was probably the most hesitant of the bunch. It wasnât that he didnât dislike makeup, he just didnât know what the process was and never really saw much interest until you expressed how much you love doing it.Â
With a little bit of encouragement, Michael sat on your bed, having you sit on his lap. Michael reminded you a little bit of Paul. He was very affectionate but was much softer compared to the blonde.Â
Michael asked you the most questions as you worked. Asking what tool was used for what purpose. What colors you were using and why. Glitter? Yeah, why not? Just use it however you see fit and what you thought looked good on him.Â
Overall he was excited about this. New things always intrigued him and he was willing to try something new.Â
When you told him you were going to give him a more softer look, he had no quarrels with your choice. Just a tiny bit of glitter, some light colors, a sharp eyeliner that could cut someone, accentuating his cheekbones a bit, and even giving him a little bit of gradient lips, made him look even more pretty than he already was.Â
You were so proud of yourself that couldnât help but hug the poor boy. You went all out for your partners and you had a lot of fun doing it. When you let him go after hugging him, he was met by a few compliments from the others who admired his own look that seemed very different from everyone else. Which made the poor boy even more flustered.Â
When all was said and done, and after doing your own makeup to your own tastes with the help of Star since, well, mirrors canât help any of you. You all went down to the boardwalk as one big group date, showing off your talents proudly, taking any compliments, and giving you credit where credit was due.Â
If anything was said negatively, especially by a group of surf nazis, guess what? After your group dinner date at the local diner, those surf nazis would be your dessert for the night.Â
If that did happen, youâd be a little upset that your work was now covered in blood but they all reassured you that you could give them makeovers whenever you wanted.
#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#the lost boys x reader#david x reader#dwayne x reader#paul x reader#marko x reader#michael x reader#michael emerson x reader#star x reader#poly lost boys#poly star and michael#gender neutral reader#doing their makeup#the lost boys imagine#the lost boys star#lost boys michael#lost boys david#lost boys dwayne#lost boys paul#lost boys marko#vampire#gay vampires#im soft#don't touch me#this lives rent free in my head#poly lost boys x reader
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late nights
SUMMARY â you and bang chan are both equally as stressed out. your solution? Â sleep with each other. boom, problem solved.
PAIRING â bang chan  x  reader WARNINGS â mentions of stress and mental health problems, unprotected sex, soft!dom chan, mentions of kinks, really soft, really cute smut basically, crying (not sexually), sad thoughts, angry and frustrated emotions, angsty GENRE â heavy angst, fwb, coming-of-age kind of, smut, romance, porn with a hint of plot WORD COUNT â 4.9k, i got carried away my bad
âHow do you deal with stress?â
Chanâs question wasnât ill intentioned by any means, and as you both sat in his studio, you pondered on whether or not to actually answer truthfully. âI mean, youâre the leader of two more trainees than I was, and navigating as a girlgroup is much more difficult than boygroups,â
âDo you want the honest answer, or the more appropriate answer?â you crossed your legs, Chanâs couch feeling quite comfortable. He stared down at you for a moment, the height of his chair offering him that leverage.
The room was quiet, the lights were dim, and the entire environment was soothing. âWell, honest, of course. No point in me asking if itâs a fib, no?â
You nodded, blowing a puff of air out of your nose thoughtfully. âTruthfully, I use sex. It allows me to physically and mentally drain myself, and I sleep really well after getting fucked. It allows me to refresh the next morning, and my stress, at least physically, is diminished.â
You didnât look at him until you finished talking, and his face was blank. Once you two locked eyes, he sputtered out, âOh, Iââ
âThis is why I offered two options, Chan,â you laughed, and at the lighten of atmosphere he giggled a bit too. âI didnât mean to, yâknow,â he stopped, and you nodded lightly. âI get it, but as of now I donât do it much anymore. I usually just let out my anger or stress during dance routines or working out but it doesnât work the same, and sometimes I deliver moves too harshly while dancing.â
âWhy not?â
You were unsure what he was referring to, and you crinkled your eyebrows. âHow come you donât do it anymore if nothing else helps the same way?â he asked softly, his eyes swimming with genuine concern.Â
âIâm a lot more conservative with my body, I just have to trust someone. Itâs hard to get to know a guy without them immediately wanting to jump into a relationship. You canât really do that in what we do, and the second I start to trust a guy things go haywire. I just really have to have a good friendship to have sex, I guess.â
The entirety of the conversation, Chanâs cheeks were turning peach. Even in the dark, dim light, you could see it. âI understand, itâs a very tangible thing. Just giving yourself to someone like that without a basic relationship, platonic or not, is important depending on how you view relationships,â
You nodded in response, and a silence fell over you two. There wasnât much to be said, but for some reason you decided to blurt out. âIf you donât know how to deplete stress, I suggest it. Just the no strings attached part, because otherwise things get messy and stress becomes inevitable. Just try it sometime, Chan. If you donât like it, then consider it a learning experience,â you shrugged, and Chan pursed his lips.
âI mean it doesnât sound like a bad idea, per se. I just donât know how Iâll casually ask someone to have sex. Most women just run off the moment I mention it, and who knows if theyâre even into the same things I am? Thereâs just so many things to be unsure of.â His chin was now laying on his thumb, and his pointer finger was laying above his top lip. He was deep in thought.Â
You stood up, which cause Chan to unexpectedly flinch, and he watched you with careful eyes. âChris, if you ever feel like you need a de-stresser, you know where to find me. Nothing will be weird unless you make it weird. Or we can always just talk, either way, Iâm here. I have to go before Sumna comes and drags me out of here, but seriously. Whatever you need, no strings attached. Nothing leaves this room,â you mentioned softly, and his eyes widened at his English name. Itâs rather rare you used it, so he pondered the specific use of it in this scenario.
âThank you,â he muttered simply, and he watched you as you walked out. Was she being serious?
Chan and you had not talked in a few days. Whether it was a crazy schedule, you embarassing yourself, or him not knowing how to approach the situation, you didnât know. All you did know was that you missed your friend.Â
You and your bandmates had a hectic schedule today, and as the leader, youâd had to sit in on a meeting with your manager and JYPâs public relations manager. Apparently, Dispatch had caught one of your members, Lanzi, out doing something with another k-pop idol. Dispatch had only obtained two pictures of it, but it was clearly legible on who they were, and what they were doing.
The cost to get those pictures thrown out was much more than JYP would have liked, so she had to sit and get chewed out. Instead of being angry at Lanzi, she became more angry at herself. She had talked to them about things of this sort, but clearly not well enough. It was her job as leader, and she failed doing so.Â
After a three hour long meeting, you were absolutely exhausted, mentally at least. And now, just after that, was choreography practice. Youâd just learned the choreo a few days before, so for the most part you had it down. As lead dancer, you also had to make sure everyone else in your group understood that too.Â
So, thirty minutes into practice, when none of your members seemed to be latching on, you sighed. Your entire job was to simply lead, and do well. Somehow, you couldnât manage to do that. Once more, you started the choreography, and told your girls to simply stand back and watch.
You had a slight tone, but you needed them to understand that rhythm is just as important as the real dance moves. Your entire body was covered in sweat, and you were growing more frustrated by the minute.Â
The way your body moved was no longer elegant, just harsh, angry strokes of somewhat rhythmic actions. You did your best to do it just as you were shown, but the overwhelming anger and emotion in your body was just more than you could handle.Â
Little did you know, next to your bandmates, stood Hyunjin and Chan. They had come to ask something, but instead found you dancing your angered heart out. All stopped and stared, and Chan could only focus on the way your hips contorted, the patterns your hips followed.
As the music stopped, you turned around, and your eyes widened at the visitors.Â
âWe can leave if youâre busy, Hyunjin-ah just wanted to ask if he could borrow the studio tomorrow, and I wanted a word with you, if thatâs okay,â Chan asked, and all of your bandmates went silent, expecting you to take the lead of the conversation.
âHyunjin-sunbaenim, the studio is yours whenever you need it. Let me know what time, and Chan-oppa, would you like to talk now?â
Hyunjin bowed, and gave a quick thank you before heading out of the room. âYes, please. If youâre too busy, no worries,â and you looked at your girls and told them to head back to the dorm. You were done for today, no reason to beat a dead horse when clearly today was not a good one to get skills in.Â
âCan we talk in my studio?â Chan came closer to you, almost a whisper, and you knew this was going to go one of two ways: he was going to fuck your brains out, or he was going to let you know that he did not think of you in that way, and to please never discuss things like that with him again. You donât think you could handle either, at least not today.Â
âYeah, let me grab some other clothes,â you said softly, rubbing your forehead in anxiety. Chan quickly started to mention something, and you shut him up quick. âI donâtââ
âChan, Iâm getting new clothes because I am sweaty and tired, nothing else. I will meet you in your studio after I am changed,â you sighed, your hot knees feeling good against the cool floor of the choreography studio. Your duffle bag now wide open, you grabbed an oversized long sleeve shirt and a pair of loose jeans.Â
You also reapplied deodorant and some perfume so you didnât smell like you lived in a sewer, the amount
As your girls were long gone, you felt free to change in the studio. Your clothes quickly fell to the floor, and you were now in more comfortable apparel that is not drenched in sweat. Dreading this conversation with Chan, you swiftly collected your things and moved them to the corner to come collect after you spoke to Chan and was ready to go home.Â
Guiding your way to Chanâs studio was a walk in the park. The amount of times youâd go in there to talk to him, or for him to let you hear what heâd been working on, was countless. You two had budded a beautiful friendship, and he had been somewhat of a rock. He had always been so sweet, so loving. And youâve possibly ruined it because you couldnât think of anything other than sex when trying to guide him through dealing with stress.
Your eyes almost welled at the thought. You couldnât cry though, not now. So, as you stood outside of Chanâs recording studio, you held your breath for a moment and looked up, letting the tears vanish.
A soft knock sounded, your knuckles rasping at the door. The hallways were silent, and you couldnât hear a single thing from inside Chanâs studio. Your own heartbeat pounded in your ears, and you tensed as you heard footsteps leading up to his door.
He opened the door, his face showing no clear emotions. He didnât seem angry, but he wasnât too happy to see you, either. His hair was clearly ran through by his hand, blonde tufts falling back towards his ears. His makeup was done to perfection, light brown tones covering his lids.Â
He wore a simple outfit, a loose black hoodie and dark blue sweatpants. Heâd changed from earlier, his black ripped jeans now nowhere to be seen. âCome in, you can sit anywhere,â his voice was always soft, even though he could be fuming, his tone would never soar.Â
âChan, I just want to say Iâm sorry,â you muffled out, plopping down unconventionally on his couch. âI just, I donât know why I said those things or did that,â at this point, you just didnât want him to think differently of you. He was the closest thing you had to a mentor, and he was an amazing friend.Â
If you lost him, or ruined your relationship, you donât think you could ever forgive yourself.Â
You pulled your knees up to your chest as he took a seat in his chair, staring expectedly at you. Silence followed, so you continued, unsure of what he was expecting to hear. âI just donât like you being stressed, and the only way I know how to cope with things is kind of like that, so I figured maybe you could too, and then I offered, and I feel like I just fucked things up between us. I.. just Iâm so sorry.â
At this point your eyes had clouded up, and your voice had cracked multiple times. The day youâd had just piled up, and your exhaustion was visible. Chanâs eyes immediately softened, and he felt bad. He wasnât mad, he just didnât know how to approach the situation.Â
âHey, hey,â he soothed, and he stood up from his chair and joined you on the couch. At this point, youâd started full on crying. âI ruined our friendship, and now Iâm sitting here crying so youâre gonna feel too bad to be honest with me about what I did wrong,â you were now sniffling hard, and your chest was dense you were surprised you could breathe.Â
âNo, love, thatâs not it, I promise,â your heart pumped blood a bit harder at his nickname for you, and he placed a warm hand on your back. âI came here to ask if you were okay,â his tone was now nothing but soft and supportive, and he continuously rubbed your back. Warmth spread throughout your entire body.Â
âI heard about the meeting, and everyone kept discussing how stressed out you were today,â in the dim light once more, his eyes glowed. They were so soft, so sweet. His entire aura was just warm, loving, and nothing was more assuring.Â
âNo matter what happens between us, youâre my friend, and I care about you,â he smiled softly, âNothing would change that, unless you like, stabbed me or something,â he laughed soulfully, and you laughed with him. He pulled you closer to him, your head now leaning on his shoulder.
âThank you, Chan. I just didnât know what to do, and today has been really shitty,â you smiled, and let your head fall even closer to his chest. His thumbs ran circles around your back, and he held you close. âItâs okay, I understand. Trust me,â a warm silence encased the entire room, and as Chan now cuddled you warmly, your face was now red at the reality of the situation.
âDo you feel a bit better?â
âYeah, I just needed someone to remind me of how things are and to keep me grounded,â you sighed, and Chanâs thumb was now no longer rubbing your back. His hand had stilled, and all you could hear was the heartbeat from inside Chanâs chest. He was so broad, and the expanse of his torso provided a very comfortable pillow.
âI wasnât offended, or taken back or anything when you offered, you know that, right?â Chan spoke out of nowhere, the rumbling of his chest vibrating intensely. âI wouldnât have known, I tried my best to ignore you in case you never wanted to speak to me again,â
A small laugh came out of Chan, and his chest pushed your head a bit. âNo, in fact, I think Iâve thought about it a little too much.â
You pushed your head off of him at this point, and resuming your position before he sat on the couch. You pulled your knees back up to your chest, and looked at him. âReally?â
âYou said you wanted to have sex with someone you trust, and I feel the same way. Itâs really hard to come by good people with good intentions, and you also happen to be beyond gorgeous. Why would I not want to?â
With cheeks now flushed red, you giggled. School-girl giggled, specifically. You had no idea how to take this compliment, but then the realization hit you. Christopher Bang just said he wants to fuck you.
His face also turned a deep scarlet, and he looked down, waiting for a reaction. âMr. Bang, the things you say. So scandalous,â you both laughed lightly, and you hummed in response to the silence. âIf we decide to ever do something, itâs important we talk about it first,â you mentioned, and now the conversation went from light-hearted to a bit more serious.
 âOf course, but in what way?â
âI donât know, what kinds of things do you like? I canât promise I can pertain to everything, but thereâs no harm in trying. Especially if it happens more than once,â you clutched your legs, and Chan leaned forward a bit, his elbows on his knees as he stared ahead.
âUh, well,â he laughed, and covered his hands with his face. This was the Chan you liked, who could make any situation, no matter how dark, seem light and easy-going. âItâs not really,â he started, beginning to look at you, then stopping himself, âI donât know. I never usually talk about it like this,â
âWell, how about this: I tell you what I like, and you tell me what youâre willing to do. Just because I like it does not mean you have to do it, but if you enjoy it too, its mutual pleasure, yeah?â
Chan simply nodded, now mesmerized by you. His face completely tracked yours, and you sighed. âI have always loved your hands. I really, really like if youâd put them around my neck, if you would ever feel so kind. I really love being praised, I love being called a good girl, things like that. My favorite foreplay is just making out, Iâm just a big softie, but I can take rough if thatâs what you like. Iâm a big pleaser, and I want to make sure youâre taken care of and get some pleasure out of this,â
Chan nodded once more, and his fingers instinctively wrapped themselves around his rings, twisting and turning. âYour turn, Channie,â you smirked, and he leaned back, a smile crowning his face.Â
âWell, I really like being soft and intimate, I like any position, bonus points if I see your face,â he smiled, his cheeks burning scarlet. He clearly did not talk about these things often, moreso just played them out in the midst of a high and never spoke of it again. But he and you both knew how important communication was, so he continued.
âI have played around with being called Daddy, but Iâm not sure, and if youâre not comfortable with itââ
âIf I am that uncomfortable with something, I promise Iâll tell you. Besides, thatâs really cute. Rolls right off the tongue, right Daddy?â
He visibily shivered, and you smiled. âIâuh, I like if youâd run your fingers through my hair, not too hard, but like soothingly, kind of? If that makes sense. I also like it if youâd verbalise when youâre, uhââ
You knew where he was going, so you leaned close to his ear and finished his sentence for him. âGonna cum? Oh, it would be rude not to,â you laughed gently, and you saw the last of Chanâs patience snap like a rubber band.Â
His hands grabbed your face sternly, yet somehow gently. âDo you want this?â he asked, the lust obvious on his face. Despite any previous conversation, he needed verbal consent to continue, and it would make him feel most okay with doing this.Â
âYes,â
The room was now silent, anticipation filling your entire body. Youâd come in here crying, and you couldnât help but hope youâd leave the same way; just a different type of crying.Â
He pushed you so your back was now flush against the couch, the headrest leaning your upper torso closer to him. âTell me to stop, and I promise I will, alright? The second you tell me to,â he was now looking you dead in the eyes, above you. Your legs were spread open, and his entire body was in the valley of your abdomen. Both of his arms were on either side of you, perching himself up.Â
âChris, just kiss me already,â you whined, and he laughed wholeheartedly, before dipping in. The first kiss was hesitant, exploring new territory. His lips tasted like vanilla chapstick, and the first few were light pecks. It took only a second before he took the initiative and added his tongue to the mixture.Â
You rarely ever used tongue, most of your hookups barely even kissed, which is why none of them compared. Kissing was your weak point, it was a vulnerability. And Chan did not abuse that power once.
âIs this okay?â he mumbled against your mouth, your exchanging saliva now making more than your mouth lubricated. âFuck, yes,â you moaned out, the amount of times he would kiss you now making you weak.
His hands dragged softly, and held themselves at your jaw, a classic sweetheart. His thumb was against your cheek so softly, the pads gracefully rubbing across the expanse of your cheekbone.
Everything about this was so domestic, so warm. His kisses were so soft, and full of love. There was no rush, no push to go any farther had you or him decided not to. His warm hands on your face made you purr on the inside, and when he pulled away, he had looked more beautiful than ever.Â
You had no intention of mentioning the wetness that had gathered between your legs, until Chan was staring at you, and momentarily his eyes widened. âShit,â he cursed, looking around rapidly. âWe donât have a condom. Iâm clean and everything, but we donât have to continue if you donât feel comfortable,â
âI have an implant, and Iâm clean too. I just want you, if you want me too.â
Chan had no other qualms about it, and he attacked your face in sloppy kisses. âHere, can we switch positions, my arm is hurting?â he asked awkwardly, and you laughed with your entire chest. It was a normal question, but the way he asked so ashamedly, as if it was something terrible.Â
âSit up straight, let me get on your lap,â you said softly, and he did as he was told. It was only then that you saw the bulge in his sweatpants, and you forgot that he actually had a male appendage, and from the looks of it, he was either girthy or long. Or both.Â
As long as he knew how to use it, youâd be fine.Â
He grabbed you by your hand to help maneuver you, and now your entire weight was on top of Chan. As you finally sat your hips down, he groaned. âOh god,â
You took his face in your hands, and started kissing him again. At this point, you didnât want him to be respectful anymore. His hands did not waver from your face, and so you took it into your own hands. Grabbing them both, so soft and calloused, and placed them as discreetly as you could, onto your hips. Moreso your ass, but Chan didnât know your intentions.Â
His hands pushed your hips forward, now rutting against his hard on. His lips and yours were now in a frenzy, drenching each other. It was still pretty slow, nothing fast paced, just more intense.
He broke the kiss, and his hands now edged at the bottom of your shirt. âCan I take this off?â he asked, breathless. His lips were now swollen and puffy, and his pupils were blown wide.Â
You nodded softly, no words needed to be said. He quickly hauled the oversize shirt above your head, and groaned harshly when he realized you had no bra on. His first instinct was to latch his mouth onto your nipples, sucking softly. A moan left your mouth, and with nothing to hold onto anymore, your hands found his hair.Â
Still rocking back and forth, your panties were probably soaked at that point. So much foreplay had you almost throbbing, and you couldnât wait much longer to have him inside you.Â
âChan, please,â you moaned out, and he bit down on your nipple gently. âOnly since you asked so nicely,â he added, and he told you to stand up. You did so, easily willingly, yet you loved the way he spoke to you.
It was almost a request, a plea. There was no power imbalance here, simply one trying to find another. He was so gentle, in everything he did. You wanted to drown in that feeling.Â
He pulled your jeans off without a hitch, and eyed your lace panties hungrily, slightly thankful youâd changed earlier this evening. His fingers grasped the sides, pulling them down your legs. You were now completely bare, and he was fully dressed. This was a problem.Â
âNot fair, your turn,â you pouted, and his eyes were fixated on your naked body. It felt odd, having him see you like this, but you couldnât complain. Your arousal was now tainting your inner thighs, and Chan could probably see it too.Â
He rid himself of his hoodie and his shirt at the same time, and you finally got a full view of him shirtless. This man was absolutely ripped, and you had to hold in a gasp. His arms were lined in protruding veins, and his abs were impeccable. You worked out, but not in your wildest dreams would you ever be able to maintain that nice of a physique.Â
It wasnât until he pulled off his pants, and painstakingly after, he patiently pulled his boxers off. God, did he have a pretty cock. A bit longer than average, slightly girthy, and it made your mouth water just thinking about it.Â
Your first instinct was to pop down onto your knees, but as you were on your way down, Chan grabbed you by the arm. âNot this time, please, I need you,â he whined out, almost painfully.Â
As you were on top of his lap, you were careful not to let him inside you yet. You figured he could decide when to do it, and you squealed when he let one hand slide from your face, down to your throat. His fingers, covered in rings, squeezed gently. He coaxed another moan from you as he let his fingers glide down the valley of your body, and found itself on your clit.
His movements were slow, but intense. His fingers glided over your folds, picking up some of your arousal, and placed all of his attention onto your little nub. Small pinprick moans escaped your mouth, and you began to tilt your hips in an attempt to get more friction. âFuck, youâre so wet,â
Some noise semblant to a mew tried to leave your mouth, but his fingers tangled themselves around your neck further, leaving the sound trapped in your throat. âAre you ready? Or do we need to get you a bit more warmed up?â he asked softly, his mouth now next to you ear. His voice was dark, and husky.
âGod, I just need you inside me,â you whined, and his hand let up on your neck, and he grabbed his cock harshly. He pumped it a few times, and spread your lips, and lined you up.
âBeg,â he said simply, and even if you tried to sink down, he now placed a hand on top of your hips harshly. You couldnât move even if you wanted to. âWâwhat?â you asked, breathless.Â
âBeg, I want to hear you beg for me to fuck you,â he repeated himself, and looked down at you mischeviously. You two were face to face, and his cock was still in his hands, and your lips spread wide open for him to see. âFuck, please,â you whined, and to no avail, he didnât budge, âplease, daddy, I just wanna feel good,â
As soon as the name sounded from your mouth, he pushed inside of you. The stretch was amazing, it was slightly painful, but it felt like nothing on this earth could amount. His entire cock filled you out nicely, and the lewd sound of him smacking against you was filling the room.
His hands laid at your hips now, piling into you like his life depended on it. His balls were smacking against your ass, and the harsh thrusts stimulated your clit. Everything was so intense, the way he filled you so deeply, you could feel him in places you didnât know he could reach, and you felt like youâd burst apart the seams.Â
Shameless moans spilled from your mouth, and Chan was in your ear, grunting like a man starved. âSuch a good girl, fuck, for me,â his groans were so animalistic, and the way his hands would hold you steady.
His fingers traveled down to toy with your clit, and he never stopped fucking you. Your fingers started to tangle within his hair, and his lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking, finding anything to latch onto.Â
The second his fingers started rubbing your clit numbly, you knew that you were going to cum soon. Everything he did just felt so good, you were just a hole the second he started fucking you.
âIâIâm gonna, Iâm gonna cum,â you breathed out heavily, and your legs started shaking. âPlease, can Iâplease cum?â
âYes, cum for me,â he breathed out in a husky tone, and it wasnât long until you felt your thighs start to involuntarily shake, and the feeling inside your abdomen welling up. âIâm soââ you were cut off by your orgasm rushing over you, Chanâs fingers never stopped stimulating your clit.
You moaned out harshly, slumping towards him, unable to control yourself as one of the most harsh orgasms youâve ever had washed over you. Your entire body started to seize, and you clenched around him harshly. He continued to fuck into you, sucking into your neck, and he starting fucking into you faster. He was definitely close, âWhere-â
You cut him off, still under the shock of your orgasm, âinside me, please,â you begged, and he fucked into you once more, even harder. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum,â
He lived up to his promise, as less than a few seconds later, his warm cum spurted inside of you, and he still rutted his hips, begging for more friction. He stroked into you a few more times, now drained of energy. He placed a soft kiss onto your neck, and whispered, âThank you.â
You got up, and put your shirt back on over yourself, and Chan pulled his boxers and sweatpants on once more. A thought rose over you on whether to leave or not, but you knew Chan would be a skinship type of guy. He would probably have a drop, and not be used to just casual hookups like this.
âDo you want me to stay?â you asked softly, and a large part of you hoped he would say yes.
âPlease.â
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sparks
summary: youâre a music journalist assigned to covering one of harry stylesâ gigs, and heâs absolutely smitten with you. (part one.)
warnings: slight fluff, excessive liberties taken about music journalism; smut in later chapters, angst in later chapters
word count: 8.2k
inspo.: almost famous - cameron crowe; sparks - the who; hello, i love you - the doors
Youâd never truly gotten a big assignment before - sure, youâd gotten a few pieces here and there detailing local LA bands that you knew would never live to see more than 100,000 monthly listeners on Spotify, and they mostly ended up buried by your higher-ranking coworkerâs higher end stories on the front covers - and, for the most part, youâd honestly been fine with it. Youâre fresh out of college, the newest recruit to your company and your colleagues who are sent out to tour with big bands and artists have been here for years, some even decades, and you suppose they deserve the opportunities more than you, donât they?
You work your way up, your boss had told you the first day youâd started working, following him around like an eager puppy as he showed you the office. Eventually - if Iâm impressed with you - youâll get something big.
Itâs enough for you. Small bands playing in hole-in-the-wall clubs and restaurants may not be the exact thing youâd envisioned when youâd set your sights on being a music journalist but itâs worked out well for you so far, hasnât it? Youâve made friends - even dated the lead singer of an underground rock band who cheated on you hardly two weeks into the relationship - and your portfolio is slowly building, stacked with exposĂ©s and detailed recounts of small gigs that youâd watched from backstage. Eventually, youâll leave this company and move on to something bigger, like Rolling Stone, and your career will take off until youâre practically the face of music journalism.
And, really, those dreams have carried you through college and the first year of your career, putting your all into every article and every piece just so your boss can tug you into his office one day with a rarely-seen grin to finally tell you -
âI want you to write an article on Harry Styles.â
You furrow your eyebrows, shifting in the cushy office seat that your boss has for guests in his office. Itâs a facade that youâve learned to acknowledge, because, no matter how much he makes it look like he appreciates guests in his office, you know he regards you as nothing more than an interloper, even if heâd invited you there to begin with. âHarry Styles?â
âYouâve heard of him, havenât you?â Mike asks, light shining off his bald head, and your mouth opens and closes a few times uselessly.Â
âOf course I have!â You push yourself to sit up straighter in your seat, staring up at your boss with shock written in every feature of your face. You, writing about Harry Styles? God, you nearly want to pinch yourself to see if youâre dreaming. ïżœïżœïżœWrite an article about - about what?â
Mike scoffs in that pretentious way that makes you hate ever having to talk to him, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. âHeâs coming to do a few shows along the West Coast. You can go to one or two - talk to him a bit, talk to his band - youâve done this before, havenât you?â
âWith small bands, sure - Tacocat and - and the Mystery Lights -â You swallow thickly, and Mike stares down at you in your seat like heâs unimpressed with your enthusiasm, or lack thereof. And itâs not that you arenât executed - but, Christ. Going from bands performing in underground clubs to Harry Styles is like going straight from crawling to flying a fucking plane and youâre not sure if any of your experience with the musical locality in LA could prepare you for that. âI mean, thatâs huge, Mike.â
âIt is huge,â Mike confirms, crossing his thick arms over his chest, leaning against the desk before you as though heâs immune to sitting in his seat behind his desk like a normal boss. âDo you not want to do it? Because Melissa, you know - sheâd love to, was going on and on about it last week -â
âNo!â Your cheeks flush at the volume your voice raises to, and if you didnât know better you could swear you see the ghost of a grin on Mikeâs face. âI want to, Mike, I really want to - itâs just crazy.â Thereâs a pregnant pause between the two of you, your boss nodding smugly down at you as you struggle for words, before you ask the question burning the tip of your tongue with its desire to be heard. âBut - why me? Iâm sure you have people more qualified for it -â
âEasy,â Mike says, cutting you off and youâd be annoyed in any other instance but youâre too desperate to hear his answer. âLook, Harryâs a young guy. Younger than anyone else our people have interviewed - I think heâll respond more to a young, pretty girl like yourself than someone older than him.â
Well, that makes sense, you suppose. The only coworker even close to you in age is Melissa, and sheâs pushing 30 as it is. Youâre 23 - graduated college just over a year ago, and by far the newest recruit this company has taken in years - but you had always imagined that was the main reason you wouldnât get many big articles, and here itâs the main factor in you getting what will surely be the highlight of your portfolio once you apply to Rolling Stone. An interview with Harry Styles - God, theyâll probably foam at the mouth when they see it, and a grin spreads across your face as you think of it.
âIs that a yes?â Mike questions, blonde eyebrows raised high and nearly disappearing into his scalp.Â
âOf course,â you respond without another moment of hesitation, and you push yourself to stand, office chair rolling behind you with the force, and it hits the wall behind you with a soft thump. âYes - of course - of course.â
âGreat.â And he crosses to the other side of his desk, pushing aside a few loose papers and folders on his desk, and you clutch your hands in front of your stomach as you watch him, practically bouncing up and down with uncontained joy and fear bubbling inside of you. The last time youâd felt like this was the first time you got a real assignment - more than just ranking songs and discussing new album releases - and youâd been sent to a strip club to cover a gig from an up-and-coming band. Back then, youâd never expected to ever feel more excited over anything in your life, and yet, here you are, eight months later, fighting back the urge to burst into joyful tears. âThey come in a week - Iâll send you the address - if you need help with your questions -â
âIâll ask Francine,â you finish the same advice he gives you every time youâre assigned an article, referring to your oldest coworker - a little old woman whoâs been with the company since the 70s. Sheâs always been more than willing to help you with your assignments but this - you need to do this by yourself. âThank you so much, Mike, this is - this is great.â
âDonât let me down,â he says, pointing his finger at you, and you nod furiously. âIâm trusting you on this - itâs a big opportunity.â
âI wonât disappoint you,â you promise, holding up your crossed fingers just to show him how much you mean it, and you know itâs the truth - youâll make this piece the best damn one this company has ever seen if itâs the last thing you ever do.Â
 ~~
 The night begins a bit - rocky, to say the least.
For one, you couldnât decide what to wear, even after spending nearly a half hour trying on every variation of clothes in your closet and tossing them onto the floor of your studio apartment when they didnât satisfy your needs. In the past youâd worn to gigs what youâd wear if you were a simple concertgoer, albeit a bit more modestly, but you canât decide what you would wear to a Harry Styles concert if you got the regular chance to - and youâd never even dreamt that it would happen in the first place -
Well, you peruse your closet intently and land on a pair of patterned flare pants and a long sleeve sweater. It only seems fitting for the chilly weather outside, and you fold a shirt into your bag in case you need to change if it gets hot backstage. Youâre not dressed to impress, necessarily - youâre dressed to get a job done, as Mike would always say, but how could you be expected to not attempt to impress Harry Styles? Itâs a preposterous idea. Youâre sure anyone would understand.
Journalism pass - phone - keys - deodorant - when youâve checked your bag over three times to ensure you have everything necessary you finally leave, locking your door shut behind you and ordering an Uber to take you to the concert.
You hadnât anticipated Uber and Lyft being absolutely overloaded with patrons due to the concert just a half hour away and you need to be there by 6:30 at the very latest to ensure you get in and can at least talk to Harry before he goes on - a quarter of your questions are geared towards how he feels pre show and you canât get pre show questions after the show - thatâs barbaric. But the minutes inch closer to 5:30 and your Uber driver is still ten minutes away and your heart beats so fast against your chest you think you might vomit right into the street in front of your building -
Youâre in the car by 5:45. Itâs not ideal, and you know youâre cutting it close, but hopefully youâll be there before the soundcheck ends. Itâs always an ideal time to take photos, watching the band warm up and check mics, and with a piece like this, you need all the opportunities for pictures you can get.
And traffic is horrible - you suppose thatâs also to be expected, and your Uber driver curses in a language you canât recognize as cars cut him off on the highway and if you were a different person, youâd recommend a shortcut he takes, but he doesnât look like he wants to hear a single word come from your mouth. He had given you a dirty look when you entered the car, and thatâs enough to make you shut up and pray for the entire car ride that you make it on time.
6:27. Mike would piss himself if he knew how close you cut it, and you hop out of the car with a speed you didnât even know you could muster, pushing past the buzzing crowd standing in front of the main entrance. The hoard of people seems to have a steady heartbeat, pulsing with excitement much like your own, and you canât help but smile as you make your way around the group, goosebumps cropping up over your skin as your teeth chatter in the coldness. For a moment you fear that the directions to the backstage entrance that Mike had given you were total bullshit - but then you see the door, blocked by a burly security guard that glowers at you as you walk up to him like youâre something sticky beneath his shoe.
âHi!â you call, breath exploding in a white cloud in front of you in the cool night air. The security guard smells so strongly of booze that you need to try harder than youâd care to admit not to scrunch your nose - you cough softly. âLet me - um - find my pass - Iâm with Autoamerican, the magazine?â
Fingers grab onto your journalism pass, deep within your bag, and you tug it out, flashing it to the security guard with a slightly nervous grin. All of the gigs youâd been to before hadnât even had backstage doors - to get backstage, you just had to climb onto the stage and walk behind the wings - but this is a fucking stadium, not just a measly club, and a big one, at that. In your youth youâre sure you could recall your dad watching a football game that occurred in this very stadium - funny how life turns out, sometimes.
âAutoamerican?â the security guard questions, bringing his face closer to your badge as the wafting smell of alcohol increases, and he raises his eyebrows with a scoff. âNever heard of it.â
âOh.â you pause, feeling your teeth beginning to chatter in the cool February air. Youâre not quite sure what to say - youâd assumed Mike had called to arrange the entire thing, hadnât he? And this is the time youâre supposed to be here - âwell, weâre not as big as Rolling Stone magazine, but - weâve done interviews with The Cure, The Smiths - even Zeppelin, at one point -â
Your voice trails off into silence. He doesnât care. Heâs looking at you like youâre some innocent teenage girl, trying to bribe your way backstage so you can bombard the artist and not a fully grown woman here on business, goddammit. And youâre not sure what to say - he doesnât believe you, clearly, and you hadnât anticipated that even as you listed all the ways tonight could go wrong.
âLook, kid,â he begins, and that really has your blood boiling, eyes narrowing to glare at him. âWe get this all the time. Iâm a journalist - Iâm with the crew - itâs a bunch of bullshit. Now go to the front with your general admission tickets like the rest of them -â
âI have a pass - Iâm a journalist!â
âSure -â
âI can call my boss if you want proof!â
And before you can reach into your bag to search relentlessly for your phone to follow through on the promise like you intend to, the door the man is guarding suddenly swings open, nearly hitting the guard in the ass as it opens out. You take a step back as dim light from inside floods the darkness, and a man steps out of the doorway, his eyes darting between you and the security guard.
âAre you with Autoamerican?â the man questions, raising his finger to point at you as though he could be speaking to anyone else. You nod furiously, and you hold up your journalism pass again just to prove it. âYou can come inside, then - câmon, Steve, sheâs got a pass, for Godâs sake -â
And you canât resist flashing the guard a smug smile as he steps to the side to let you inside, rolling his eyes so far back into his head that all you can see is a strip of white.
The man lets you inside and the door shuts behind you, and you nearly knock straight into a second security guard standing by the door inside, as though trying to stop people from going out. And, well - youâve been backstage at more concerts than you could count but this is certainly bigger, better, bustling with people carrying equipment and makeup artists and more people you couldnât possibly identify. Youâre half inclined to reach into your bag and grab your notebook to jot down exactly what youâre seeing so you can make sure to include it in the article, but you have a distinct feeling youâll never forget it.
âIâm Jeff,â the man tells you, already setting off through the people, and youâre quick to follow, trying to maintain your pace beside him. After a second of walking in silence you realize heâs waiting for you to say yours - you clear your throat and introduce yourself, and he sends you a smile. âThe band just finished their soundcheck, if youâd like to have a word with them before they go on - whatâs the article about, anyway?â
Jeff shoulders the two of you through lingering groups of people until you emerge into a small hallway lined with doors, and you can hear bustling noise coming from the one closest to you - holy shit, is that Harry?Â
âUm - just about the shows, the tour, how everythingâs going. My boss basically told me to do what I want with it, so Iâll have a better idea once I speak to the band.â Itâs the loosest instruction youâve ever been given for a piece - youâd expected a clear cut outline - but perhaps with an artist this big, Mike trusts you to know what to write. âIt likely wonât be anything too personal, but Iâd love to get a chance to speak with Harry before and after.â
âSounds great,â and you can tell heâs stressed - you wonder if heâs always anxious before his clientâs shows, or if thereâs something special about tonight that has him worried - and then he reaches past you, twisting the doorknob closest to you and holding the door open for you to enter before him, and you give him a gracious smile before walking in.
The room isnât as crowded with people as youâd expected but theyâre bustling with energy - a woman and a man, holding a guitar, lean against the wall with each other - two other women sip water bottles, laughing loudly amongst each other - another woman leans above someone, their body hidden from view except for their legs, covered in silk, floral printed pants -
Your breath catches in your throat as Jeff shuts the door behind you both, and the sound of the door clicking shut draws far more attention to yourself than youâd expected - it seems like every pair of eyes lands on you and Jeff, and youâd decided on being a music journalist to keep away from being the center of attention. Youâve always preferred being behind the scenes, a bit, at least until your career progresses until youâre a household name for music journalism, and now -
You feel very much in the scenes, eyes on you as Rhiannon plays in the background.
And then Jeff is tapping you on your shoulder, leading you around the room to the small groups of people lingering - you shake hands with Mitch and Sarah, the couple against the wall, and the rest of his band, and theyâre so nice your smile feels like itâs going to break your face in half. Youâll need to interview them at some point - nothing too intense, and you may not even need to, if Harryâs answers are satisfactory enough - and you can already feel yourself building a strange sort of rapport with the band, their kindness rubbing off on you until you practically glide beside Jeff to the woman bent over Mr. Floral Pants, whose identity youâre fairly certain youâve already deduced.
It doesnât make it any more surprising when the woman steps aside where sheâs carefully applying powder to the manâs face, and then Harry fucking Styles is staring up at her with a smile and an outstretched hand, suit jacket matching the floral pattern of his pants. His curls are carefully slicked back from his face, skin matte with the powder the woman resumes applying to the side of his face that isnât turned to you, and you swallow your shock before reaching to shake his hand, Rhiannon turning into Hello, I Love You, playing from a source you canât identify.
âNice tâmeet you,â Harry says when youâve told him your name and the magazine you work for - Jeff had already mentioned it, but it is customary to repeat it to whomever you may have to interview. âYâknow, I love Autoamerican - told Jeff, sâthe only magazine Iâd let interview me backstage. Donât usually allow it.â
âReally?â your stomach flips as Harry stops bouncing his arm, but it takes just another half second for him to untwine his hand from yours - youâre sure itâs because the makeup artist fretting above him is using her thumb to wipe off powder from his nose, but it still makes your heart thump faster against your chest. âI assumed most people havenât heard of it - itâs nowhere near Rolling Stone.â
âI love it,â he insists, dropping your hand, and he looks so casual, as if this interaction isnât blowing up your entire life, and youâre brought back to the many moments youâd spent as a teenager fawning over him in his One Direction days - God, this feels like a dream, and youâre half inclined to pinch yourself in case it is. Maybe youâll wake up in Mikeâs office to him giving you another shitty underground LA band to interview. âThe interview with Sublime sâgreat - read it all the time.â
You swallow thickly, grin spreading wider across your face, and before you can open your mouth to tell him about Francineâs go-to story about how Eric Wilson had flirted with her while she interviewed them for the story, Jeff interjects - âSteve hadnât even heard of it.â
âSteveâs an idiot,â Harry starts, and you giggle - his lips lilt upwards just a bit. âHope he wasnât hasslinâ you âbout it.â
âJust a little,â you say, hoisting your bag further up your shoulder just as the makeup artist drops the powder back into the apron slung around her waist, and her manicured nails tilt Harryâs head around for a moment before she seemingly deems his makeup satisfactory before leaving, sending you a tight lipped smile as she goes. âIâd love to ask you a few questions before the show - nothing too heavy - and then Iâll observe the concert and how everything goes, ask a few questions after.â
âSounds great,â Harry responds, lifting his fist with his thumb up and you didnât think your heartbeat could grow any faster or louder but you suppose today is just proving you wrong time and time again. âDâyou need târecord mâanswers? Sâa bit loud in here.â
The truth is, youâre sure youâll have this entire experience engraved in your brain for years to come - youâll remember every word he utters for you until your dying days - but it is more practical to have a recording. You swing your bag off your arm and open it, digging through the jumbled mess of items inside until you find your phone, and you hold it up with a nod. âYeah - there isnât anywhere a bit quieter, is there?â
It takes a minute of bustling - Jeff tells you two instructions to go down the hall into another room where you may find more silence - and Harry promises, accent thick and eyes rolling, to be back in twenty minutes or less, if thaâs enough time for you, maâam, and you try to trick yourself into thinking the burn flushing up your cheeks is due to the heat of the room.
Down the hall is another door that Harry opens for you, letting you walk in first. Itâs a small room, clearly meant for storage, and he shuts the door behind the pair of you. Thereâs - luckily, or perhaps unluckily - just enough room for you two have at least a few feet between you, and he leans against the wall with an air of casual elegance you couldnât hope to achieve as you scroll through your phone to search for the voice recorder app.
âHope this sâgood enough - is it?â Harry inquires, leaning his head closer to yours, and you nod. âGood - wish there was a nicer spot for you, but -â
âDonât worry about it,â you interject, smiling up at him, and he grins back, and your stomach churns violently. You almost feel like you could vomit - when he goes on, youâll go and have a bit to eat at the table set up with foods that Jeff had wheeled you past when you arrived. Eating seems to solve more of your nerves than youâd care to admit, and you feel like youâre nearly 95% nerves right now. Your fingers fiddle with the voice recorder app, adding a title to the recording while entirely too focused on the sounds of Harryâs breathing above you, and you can practically fear his eyes boring into your face before you press record.Â
And, for the most part, it does go smoothly. Harry introduces himself with an ease that only comes with years of practice, so much time spent being interviewed that it must feel like as much of a second nature to him as interviewing is to you. Heâs charming and charismatic - flirtatious, even - making jokes and adding lines that you make a mental note to be sure to include in your final piece - whatever direction you go - and you canât say youâre bothered by the way he leans closer to the phone, and thus closer to you, in order for his voice to be heard more on the recording when occasional noise bustles in from outside.
You donât need to look at the questions youâd spent weeks laboring over - every question you inquire derives directly from his answers like heâs practically feeding them to you, and then youâre interviewing him so naturally, you could nearly fool yourself into thinking itâs an organic conversation between friends.Â
Whatâs his process to prepare for shows? Well, listening to Fleetwood Mac and eating finger foods, of course - he loves mozzarella sticks. Does Fleetwood Mac make you less nervous for shows? No, he doesnât get too anxious before shows, now that heâs out of the band. He just loves Fleetwood Mac - he could listen to them at any time of the day. What do you think makes your solo career less anxiety-inducing than being in the band? Different fans let him be himself more. Thereâs less pressure to be someone he isnât - do you think he couldâve worn a floral printed suit at a One Direction concert?
And, in the end, twenty minutes hardly feels like it, and by the time Harry tilts his head over the screen of your phone to check the time, you could nearly convince yourself that youâd merely spent a minute with the heartthrob, and it pains you to stop the recording.
âHowâd I do?â he questions, cheeky smile indenting the dimple in his cheek, and you feel like you need to dip your face in ice once he goes on stage - your face hasnât felt anything less than piping hot since the first moment he rested eyes on you, and his kind-bordering-on-flirtatious nature only makes your skin heat more under his gaze.
It isnât as though youâd have it any other way, though.
âPerfect,â and you send him a smile. âIâll watch the show - probably eat a bit, too, if Iâm being honest - and maybe ask you a few questions. How many shows are you doing in LA?â
Harry reaches past you, grabbing the doorknob and opening the door for you once more, and you slip out with a small smile as he follows, face twisted in whatâs clearly a show of being in deep thought. âFour. Anâ a few more on the West Coast âfore we move out - reckon youâll need tâcome tâa few more?â
âDepends.â He looks at you curiously as the two of you make your way back to the room youâd been in before, and when you enter, itâs clearly in a more prominent state of preparation for the show - thereâs more bustle and movement between every band member and Jeff, who looks entirely relieved to see you two come in as Sheâs a Rainbow thumps softly, volume clearly turned down on whatever produces the music. âIf I feel like Iâve got enough material from this show, then thatâll be it - I usually just do reviews of specific gigs, and this is a lot broader - so I really donât know.â
Harry nods, and you feel a flutter in your heart at how intently he seems to be listening to you, like he really cares, and youâre sure itâs a facade - he probably has a million other things on his mind as Jeff descends upon the both of you, whisking him away as he calls goodbye! to you - but still. When was the last time youâd felt listened to? By Mike, or by the security guard outside, or even from your own parents when you try to convince them over and over that you have a plan, that your degree wasnât a waste of time when you couldâve been a doctor -
Well, Harryâs a gentleman, you decide, sliding your phone into the back pocket of your flares as you reach in your bag for your notepad. You can tell theyâre preparing to go on soon and so you descend against the wall, grabbing your pen from deep inside the confines of your bag to scribble the essential notes of what youâll need - itâll make it easier when itâs time to write, rather than listening to the entire 20 minute interview again to try and find the important sections to include.
His responses to your question still burn fresh in your mind, and you began scribbling your bullet points on the small notepad in your hands. Itâs decently easy to block out the chatter of the room youâre in along with its music, volume turned down further until itâs hardly audible, and it really is a skill youâve mastered, though you suppose youâve had to - trying to take notes for articles about gigs occurring in buildings so small that their noise reverberates off of every surface has made you a master in tuning out noise surrounding you.
You are aware, and acutely, at that, when the band starts exiting through the door beside you. They donât look nervous, returning your encouraging smiles with ones of their own, and you watch them pour out the door with confidence practically radiating off of them. Well, thatâs something to mention, isnât it? Most of the bands youâd interviewed were practically vomiting with nerves -
Harry takes up the rear, fingers running through his slicked back hair, and you canât tell if itâs a nervous habit or if heâs simply trying to let his curls fall in front of his eyes more. Jeff walks in front of him, giving you a smile as he leaves, and the singer stops beside you.
Your breath just about catches in your throat as you look up at him, and heâs staring down at you with a decidedly ambiguous look in his eyes, and you smile at him. âGood luck out there.â
âYouâre gonna come and watch?â
You nod. âEventually - Iâm gonna eat something first, finish my notes. Maybe give myself a tour of the backstage in case I decide to include it.â
âSounds good tâme,â Harry says, but he doesnât make a motion to leave, and then his eyes roll down your body and is he fucking checking you out? Because - no - thatâs crazy. That would cement into your brain the knowledge that this is a dream, and not reality, because thereâs no fucking way Harry Styles is checking you out, eyes roaming from your eyes to your stomach to your - âI like your pants. Whereâd you get âem?â
Ah. Of course. Fashion icon, he is, inquiring about the pants youâd chosen specifically because they looked like something he may like. âThese?â You glance down as though youâd forgotten what pants youâd donned, as though you hadnât spent hours in front of your closet envisioning what outfit you could wear to impress him. âI think theyâre from Zara. Got them a couple years back.â
âTheyâre pretty.â
âWhy, thank you -â
âHarry!â
Jeffâs voice calling from outside the room snaps you both out of your conversation, a slightly embarrassed grin spreading across Harryâs face that youâre sure is mirroring your own. His cheeks are tinged pink and he clears his throat.
âSorry - gotta go - make sure yâtry the mozzarella sticks, âkay? Theyâre good,â Harry tells you, and you grin, drumming the pen clutched between your fingers against the notepad in your hands.
âWill do,â you reply, and then you lift your hand and point to the door, raising your eyebrows with a smile. âGo break a leg - and then be ready to talk about it when youâre done!â
He doesnât say anything else - just gives you a thumbs up and slips out the door, and you can hear his frenzied apologies to Jeff as their voices fade away, surely preparing to get on stage and sing his heart out and blow the fucking stadium away, but you can hardly focus on it. Because - God, you really donât want to sound like a narcissist - but he was joking around with you, complimented your pants, and he did technically check you out, even if it was just to see your pants.Â
Was he flirting with you?
Surely not. No, that would be absurd. Heâs probably just bored - maybe entertaining random people backstage is his way of dealing with his nerves.
That makes a bit more sense.
When you glance back down at your notepad, the page half filled with scribbled bullet points of things youâd sworn to remember, and when you click your pen open to continue your list, you find that you canât quite think of anything else to write. All you can think about is the mozzarella sticks waiting for you, and then standing in the wings to watch him sing his heart out to a crowd of adoring fans that you, at one point, would have killed to be apart of -
You shove your pen and pad back into your bag with a determined spin of your heels. Food first - contemplation second.
 ~~~
 The show is - needless to say - amazing.
Youâd feasted on slightly-cold mozzarella sticks that were, even in their lowered temperatures, immensely good, and clearly garnered all the affection Harry had for them. The food table was nearly completely empty, crew members repeatedly coming up to fill plates with vegetables and snacks, and so you simply gathered the last three sticks of celery once you were done with your sticks before taking a leisurely stroll along the backstage area. Celery firm between your teeth, you pulled out your notepad and your pen once more and jotted notes of what you could possibly include in the article to jog your memory later -
It takes a while, admittedly. You donât want to leave anything out, and eventually you have two pages filled with notes in your handwriting that would surely be illegible to anyone else who happened upon them - and, sure, your pages are small, but still. Two pages is a lot, and youâre sure most of it wonât even make it into the article but you donât want to risk forgetting any important information.
A trip to the bathroom - perusing the food table again to pick up the last few carrot sticks - and the show is nearly halfway over, so you decide it may be time to slip into the wings and watch. Take notes, possibly, but mainly just listen and absorb the music and the atmosphere and exactly how the fans react to his every move. Thatâs what the people want to know, isnât it? Itâs what you would want to know - so you slip past the lingering groups of people into the wings of the stage, where you get a clear view of Harry and his band, singing his heart out to a tune you know to be Kiwi.
Itâs ear splitting, truly, in a way that none of the other gigs youâd witnessed had been. But it sounds good - better than good - and heâs as charismatic on stage as he is off, waggling his eyebrows during the more suggestive lines and undoing the button of his suit jacket, and the latter garners a deafening scream from the adoring fans in the crowd.Â
No, you wonât need to take notes, at least not yet. Youâll remember this forever, wonât you? Watching him work the crowd like he was born to do it, like itâs a second nature and youâre sure it is, at this point. Itâs all you can do to stand there, watching him, and youâre sure you look no different from the other fans in the crowd, your eyes wide and lips parted in absolute awe of him -
His head turns to the side, briefly, as if he can sense your eyes on him above anyone elseâs. In reality youâre sure heâd simply turned his head to flick a sweaty curl out of his face but itâs never a bad thing to dream right? And your gaze locks for just a moment, his eyebrows raising when he sees your face, and heat burns at your cheeks before his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and his right eye shuts in a quick wink before heâs turning back to the crowd as if his attention had never left them.
Shit. You nearly drop your damn carrot. God, heâs a fucking tease, and youâre not even sure he knows it - that this experience will never leave your brain for as long as you walk this Earth, watching him wink as he stared into the depths of your fucking soul, clad in a gorgeous suit with his gorgeous hair and -
Harry truly is a sight to behold, and youâre more than content to watch him forever.
Forever ends up being another half hour or so before youâre made entirely too aware of the fact that you have to pee - not insanely bad, but enough to make you shift uncomfortably from side to side before sighing, turning and making your way further backstage in your search for the bathroom. In your determined tour of the backstage youâd forgotten to search for the restroom, and you wander about for nearly five whole minutes before getting to it -
You do your business. Thereâs not much more explanation needed.
Itâs when your washing your hands, though, water freezing cold against your palms, that you become slightly aware of a myriad of noises occurring outside the restroom. At first you choose not to focus on it, shoving your hands beneath the air dryer to ease your soaking, cold hands, and the noise of violent air assaulting your palms drowns out the scuffling sounds from outside.
When the dryer turns off, and you reach down to wipe your damp hands on your pants, the noises havenât stopped. And, sure, no one could expect it to be completely silent backstage, but whatever youâre hearing isnât the normal laughter and chatter and muffled music that youâre used to hearing -
It sounds like someone is fighting, and your hand freezes in its place on the cool metal doorknob. You lean forward, scrunching your nose as you plainly try harder to hear whatâs happening -
But, Hell. You have a job to do - you need to get back to the wings to watch the remaining few minutes of the set before Harry leaves and, subsequently, returns for the encore, and youâd intended to write with detail about his closing repetition of Kiwi. So you grab the doorknob, swing the door open and step out, and freeze nearly immediately once youâve exited.
There is a fight - not as violent as youâd expected - as the security guard from inside scuffles with Steve, who looks positively wasted in a way youâve come to know all too well, doing gigs in LA. His face shines with a sheen layer of sweat, skin glowing in the artificial light, and his fists move slowly to pummel into the other security guardâs back. Itâs, truthfully, a bit pathetic to watch - he isnât putting up much of a fight against the guard trying to hold him, and your mouth parts with poorly-concealed confusion at the display in front of you.
Youâre not sure what to say - or do - or think - standing in the doorway of the bathroom as you watch the poor excuse of a fight, Steve nearly toppling to the ground as the other guard tries to contain him.
âCome on, Steve - donât be like this -â
Then the other security guard looks up and sees you, and the expression on his face nearly makes you burst into laughter, but you contain it with a bit more difficulty than youâd like to admit. He looks annoyed, like heâs absolutely done with his coworker, and also slightly embarrassed. Clearly, heâd dragged Steve into the hallway containing the bathrooms with the hopes of nobody seeing either of them, and youâve interrupted his bid for privacy desperately. âSorry, maâam,â the guard says, grabbing one of Steveâs flailing fists in his hands. âDonât mind us - heâs drunk - just trying to contain him.â
Youâre doing a damn good job, you want to say, but you bite back the retort with a small nod and a whisper of a smile on your face, walking with your back to the wall past their display in the hopes of Steve not seeing you. He hadnât been particularly nice to you when youâd first seen him and you can tell heâs in a much more heightened state, now - heâd been drunk when youâd seen him before and you can tell itâs only gotten worse.
Maybe you shouldâve told Jeff the guard was drunk?
Well, itâs counterproductive to dwell on the past.
Youâre not so lucky, though - youâve barely made it down five steps down the hallway before Steve lifts his head, pupils blown and skin even stickier looking than before, and he gives you the same disgusted look as though youâre something his dog had left on the grass. âHey - hey - Jim - do you know who that is?â
And the other security guard - Jim - just rolls his eyes. âNo, Steve, I donât - stop making a fool out of yourself.â
âShe works at - at - Eat to the Beat - Parallel Lines - what is it?â
Do you answer him? You donât quite know. You just swallow thickly, forcing yourself not to don the smile thatâs urging its way onto your lips as you hear roaring screams from the crowd that alerts you to the fact that, if Harry isnât done with his set yet, heâs close, and you need to watch the end. âAutoamerican. Those are all good albums, though.â
âSheâs snarky - get off of me, Jim -â
In Steveâs final bid for freedom his legs kick out, and his sneakered foot knocks into your ankle, and itâs certainly not hard by any stretch of the definition but itâs enough to catch you off balance, his toe hooking into the loose fabric around your ankles as he brings his foot back to kick again. One kick did it, though - you tumble to the ground, legs flying out from under you until you land on your ass on the hard floor, your bag slipping off your shoulder, and its contents scatter across the ground.
Fuck. That hurt, more than youâd care to admit, as you brace your elbows behind you to stop your head from knocking into the ground. Your ass hurts and you can see Steveâs leg bracing backwards for another kick, and you push yourself backwards so his foot merely pushes against the air.
You can already see Jim opening his mouth to desperately say sorry when a set of footsteps interrupts his apology - you donât have to look to your side to see who it is, the smell of expensive cologne wafting before him like an introduction. You practically feel him before you see him.
Your name falls off Harryâs lips entirely too easily, like heâd been looking for you in the overtly small window of space he has before he has to go back on stage - his hair is messy and his skin is sweaty and he bends down next to you with such sentimentality in his eyes - you almost feel like a child again.
âAre yâokay?â Harry questions, and his hand rests on the small of your back and warmth seems to seep through your body from its spawning point, palm moving in circles against your sweater so gently you can tell heâs scared to go much harder. âWhaâ -?â
For his eyes had just landed on the sight in front of you - Jim managed to pull Steve up, the latter clearly coming to his senses at least a little bit, and his eyes narrow at the sight of you on the floor and subsequently widen as he sees Harry next to you.
âWhaâ happened?â And you can hear anger quivering under his voice like boiling water, ready to overflow, and you instinctively reach up to press your hand against his forearm - you do it to your niece all the time when you can tell sheâs on the verge of a tantrum and it always works on her - but she is five, and Harryâs twenty years her senior, so, needless to say, the motion doesnât do much to soothe him. âFightinâ back here, kickinâ her - youâre sâposed tâbe security guards!â
âItâs okay, Harry -â
âSânot okay -â
And then thereâs another set of footsteps jogging over to you, and you look up to see Jeff -
âHar, you need to get back out -â but you can see the confusion set into his features as he stands over the scene, eyes flickering to you and Harry on the floor to Jim and Steve, the former having settled the latter into a fairly calm position. The scent of alcohol is strong and you can practically watch as Jeff smells it, his nose crinkling. âIs he drunk?â
âHe is drunk, anâ got into a fight witâ -â
âOkay, okay,â you interrupt, squeezing Harryâs arm again as you push yourself to stand, attempting not to wince at the pain in your ass as your muscles tense. Heâs looking at you like youâve just been hit by a car instead of having a mild scuffle with a security guard, eyes wide and concerned, and you shake your head at him. âDidnât get into a fight, Harry - he accidentally kicked me. Itâs really fine - you need to go back out, anyway.â
âSheâs right,â Jeff insists, reaching down to tug Harry up as his eyes bore into the sight in front of you, Steve slowly calming himself down until heâs simply red in the face and reeking of booze. âCome on, Har - you need to get on.â
But Harryâs already bending down again, grabbing your pen and your notebook and your phone (you can see a crack in the screen that most certainly hadnât been there just a mere ten minutes ago) and you could nearly laugh at the display heâs putting on, shoving your items back into your back, if Jeffâs demeanor wasnât bordering on murderous as he drags Harry up again. You reach down and grab your bag, now fully stocked again with all of the items that had clattered out, and you give the tussling security guards one final fleeting look before following Jeff and Harry as they make their way down the hall.
âYâsure youâre okay?â Harry questions, slowing his pace so you can jog beside him, much to Jeffâs lingering annoyance as he brings his fingers up to rub at the space between his eyes. âYâshould know - thaâ doesnât usually happen -â
âI get it,â you tell him.
âNo, really.â Youâve reached the wings of the stage, and Jeff leaves the pair of you alone to descend on to where the band stands, clearly waiting for the cue to go on. Harry runs a hand through his hair, and he looks oddly exasperated and you wish you could get it through his head that it really isnât a big deal - âSomeone will take care of the guards, okay?â
âDonât fire them,â you insist, even though youâre sure he has no say in it. âNot Jim, at least.â
âJim -?â
âThe sober one.â
âOh.â He pauses, dropping his hands to his sides. âI canât make any promises.â
âJust try.â
âWill do.â
Thereâs another brief second of silence before you nod towards the stage where heâs needed - the few lowly minutes between the end of the show and the encore has come to an end, and youâre sure people are beginning to wonder if heâs not coming back. âGo on, Har. Thereâs people waiting for you.â
âMâgoing!â And he isnât going, just staring at you with his brows furrowed, and you raise your own with a confused stare. âAre yâgonna come tâany more shows?â
You pause, nibbling on your bottom lip as you contemplate your answer. âWell - maybe. If I need more information.â âYou should,â he tells you, and you tilt your head to the side. âLook, I donât want your only impression of mâshows tâbe that theyâre violent anâ crazy.â
âI donât think -â
âJusâ one more? In two days. Iâll send you thâaddress. I really want you tâcome -â
Before you can process the request Jeff has stepped forward, hooking his arm in Harryâs and practically dragging him towards the stage, and you watch him prance back in front of the audience like itâs his God given purpose and perhaps it is. Youâve never quite met anyone like him, you donât think, and youâd certainly had a perception of what youâd imagined him to be like based on the insane amount of time youâd spent obsessing over his band when you were younger -
Your mouth feels suddenly dry as you watch him begin, and the music seems to reverberate beneath your skin, and suddenly - without having to think about it much at all, really - you know it wonât take much convincing on his part to get you back for a second night.
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JAY HALSTEAD
Bomb Squad Alternative
Requested: yes
Prompts: none
Warning(s): none
Author's note: Here is another crossover between firefighter Y/N and Jay Halstead. Hope you enjoyed since Iâm really proud lol. Personally I think this would be a great episode.Â
Requests for Jay are open again so send in your ideas! Iâm thinking about putting out Christmas prompts since Iâm feeling festive. Also, Iâm quarantied :( went to test yesterday and Iâm waiting for the results to kick in. I feel fine so I shoulnât worry but I still do yk? Anyhow, school is a b and Iâm doing online atm (maybe high schools will switch to online completely until Christmas but who knows at this point).Â
Itâs also exam weeks so thatâs why Iâve been lacking time to get back to writing.
Now perpare for me to get on my knees for you at the end of this one shot. <3Â
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âEveryone get out of the station!â You exclaimed, barging through the train station with the rest of 51. Your loud voices and heavy gear alerted everyone enough to get them to move back.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â A police officer questioned, throwing an accusing eyebrow your way.
Your lieutenant left you to the police officerâs mercy with a nod of his head. You sighed, turning to the man but still keeping a steady pace with the rest of your team. âThere is a bomb threat, we need to evacuate the train station.â
âA bomb threat? I didnât get a call,â He fought, looking around as if the bomb might be anywhere. Which was true.
âThe intelligence is on their way, but I suggest you give us some room to do our job,â Matt joined his voice with you to explain. Although he quickly returned to shouting.Â
Soon enough, you saw two dark clothed figures march down the stairs towards you. Your boyfriend came striding down towards all of you, his blue eyes assassinating the surrounding situation.Â
Until they fell on you.
He looks good, you allowed yourself to think. Admiring his lean figure - the leather jacket covering his muscular arms and proud CPD badge at his hip - you watched as he stalked towards you. The old lady that was clutching to your side shakily suddenly became invisible to your eyes.
You werenât surprised to see his jaw tick at the sight of you, which made you shake your head in annoyance. Helping the lady catch the arms of a fellow firefighter became your priority. You watched as she walked outside on unsteady legs.
âY/LN, Casey.â Your chief grabbed your attention, âWhatâs the situation?â
âStill no sight of the bomb chief,â Matt said. âWeâre trying to get out as many people as possible.â
âItâs rush hour Chief,â You breathed, glancing at Jay for a second before giving Wallace your full attention. âThe next train will be here in 10 minutes. If this bomb has a timer then thatâs exactly when it will go off. We need the bomb squad here now.â
âUnderstood. Voight?â
The sergeant looked at Jay who shook his head. âStuck in traffic.â
You caught Matt muttering a violent curse under his breath, which only tempted you to do the same.Â
âChief we need help!â
Severideâs shout brought you and Matt to your senses immediately. There was no time to think as you both ran towards him with your heavy gear on both your shoulders.Â
âY/N stop!âÂ
It was Jay who made you halt in your tracks to turn around. âWhat?â
He reached for your elbow, and with ease pulled you away. âLook I...â
You knew what was going on in his head. His protective nature over you often interferes with many things, including your job. But not today.
âI know youâre worried Jay, okay?â You reasoned, gloved hands grabbing his forearms in reassurance. âBut this is my job. Trust me - I hate that weâre put in this situation but thereâs nothing we can do except have each other's back.â
Jay let out a loose breath of fear before masking it under a facade of blankness. He waved his hand at the police officers, giving them a sign to follow him. âBe careful.â
You bobbed your head before planting a kiss to his cheek and running back to the scene.Â
The sight in front of you broke your heart.
A tiny boy with tears coloring his face sat at the bench with his foot dangling over the edge, connected to what looked like a time bomb. He was all alone - barely even 7 years old, with a bright yellow beanie covering his blonde curls. Rosy tear stained cheeks, and blue eyes filled with fear made you drop on your knees immediately.
Carefully, you approached him. The fear that brew inside was pushed aside and you plastered on a smile. âHi buddy. My nameâs Y/N. Weâre here to help youâ
You seized the ticking bomb and managed to decipher the numbers. Shaking your head, you ignored the buzzing of your anxious heart and grabbed your radio, dialing. âWe have three minutes chief. No time to wait for the bomb squad. I have to do it.â
***
Jay looked at the police officers who surrounded him in an uneven half circle, and shook his head. He could see the men trembling, hands shaking and beads of sweat appearing at their foreheads.Â
âAlright listen up,â He boomed. âWe need to evacuate immediately. Threaten with arrest, I donât care. Just get the civilians out of here.â
They nodded in sync, each man letting out a different toned response before leaving him be to watch what was revealing a few yards away. Jay wouldnât admit it, but he was shaking inside. His fingertips itched to grab your heavily clothed body and swing you over his shoulder in an attempt to keep you safe... No matter how chauvinistic that sounded.
But Jay Halstead had decided to date a strong woman. A dedicated feminist at that - a woman that refused to be manhandled unless it was to take her to bed when she desired.
Now he watched her - you - shout and shove around the train station, desperate to do what his job was too. Was he a bad man for not really caring if that man that just brushed his expensive suit against his shoulder came out of there safe? He only had eyes on you, so thatâs why he spent moments watching you work around like a hawk.
And then you kneeled, and your colleagues stepped out of the way. Without his permission, his dark brows bunched together and his eyes narrowed at your stature. What are you doing?
His answer fell from the sky quickly - although not literally. Voight and Boden strode to his side to discuss the situation.Â
âThere is no time to wait for the bomb squad,â Boden said roughly, his jaw clenching. âIf that bomb isnât deactivated within the next 3 minutes not only is that boy going to die...everyone on this block will.â
Voight knew what he meant by that. Thousands of casualties. Not only will Chicago lose millions of dollars worth of repair if the block blows up - as first responders what came to their minds were the civilians. How many of them will die or be injured because of a simple mistake of following protocol and waiting? They had a firefighter there, on the scene, ready to disable the bomb and save them.
Only that firefighter was you. And that made their decision ten times harder to make.
But Boden was sure in you, and so was Voight. âOkay. Do what you gotta do.â
Wallace nodded, griping his radio. âY/N. Go for it.â
Y/N? Jay couldnât believe his ears. It completely slipped his mind that you had been trained for this. At that moment, his body and mind said no. He forgot all about equality you have been trying to tattoo into his mind. You were you at that moment. A simple girl he fell in love with and wanted to protect.
âWhat the hell Sarge?!â
***Â
âOkay,â You sighed enthusiastically, hoping to divert the boyâs attention to your relaxed posture. âI need you to be really still for me. Can you do that?â
The boy could barely nod as Sylvie held his head still in the cervical collar.
âWhatâs your name?â Sylvie asked him, ignoring the fact that two minutes were left on the clock. You went straight to work the moment his attention was diverted and his leg was no longer shaking.
Swiftly, you grasped the leg of his pants and pulled it up, revealing the leather that was sunk in his flesh. You winced, âHis leg circulation is bad.â
âJust focus on the bomb,â She reassured you quietly.Â
You grabbed the equipment and started to work on disabling it. Each step was more difficult than the other. You felt yourself tremble as the end seemed to never come any closer to you no matter how much you reached for it. âGo.â
âWhat? Weâre not leaving you.â It was Severide who spoke, only a meter or two away from you. Shaking your head at another trap within the system you decided that you needed all the help you could get.Â
1 minute.
âJay?â You murmured against the radio - Jayâs reply was instant.
âY/N you can do this,â his voice was raspier through the line, more prominent and harsh. Nevertheless, his words soothed you.
âI need help,â you told him. âYou said this man is crazy right? Well I think thereâs a story here. These wires mean something. Blue, white, yellow.âÂ
You werenât allowed to go for it... not when so many lives were at risk. This man was smart, that much you knew. There has to be a meaning behind the colors.
Jay could help you more than anyone. You knew it. He knew it too.
Blue, white, yellow.
***
âBlue, white, yellow.â He mumbled, not allowing himself to look at his watch. You didnât have much time, he knew it -Â Jay just didnât want a definite reminder of it.
He rocked his brain for explanations. For a clue within this case. Something.
30 seconds.
âEveryone evacuate now!â Boden shouted into his radio. Jay shut it out. His voice didnât matter. Only you did.Â
Like an eagle, he searched for you and found you: crouched in front of the yellow capped boy, acting like his anchor he could hold onto. He couldnât see how shaky you were from afar, he could only hope you were okay.
10 seconds.
âJay!â
Yellow.
âThis kid was his last target. He looks for the details,â He explained to you. âYellow.â
***
Like his beanie. You casted a stray glance at the boy, flashing him a tight lipped smile. The puffy beanie that was supposed to protect him from the cold just became the thing that saved his life. And the poor boy didnât even know it.Â
3...
This is it.
2...
You didnât think, only did what Jay told you. You cut through the yellow wire and stop the ticking destruction at the last second.Â
No sound is heard.
No man moves.
Only rigid breathing of your own manages to make its way inside your ears.
And then the boy starts to wail. His cries turn into what look like never ending sobs. You were glad heâs crying, and not in a bad way. The sound he started to make was a clear indicator of your survival. The bomb didnât go off. You were safe. You never felt more alive.
Your friends swiped you in their arms immidiately. Every firefighter gave you a congratulation you never thought you would recieve. You just disabeled a bomb.
And it looked like you were the only one shocked.
Still shaking, your eyes searched for the man that helped you.Â
But Jay was already there, and by the time you turned around to search for him he had his fingertips around you. With a clean tug he pushed you against his chest and hugged you. His breathing was just as harsh as your own, but inside - he never felt prouder.Â
âYou had my back,â you mumbled. Jay pulled a moment later, his blue eyes gazing down at you before he laughed. Laughed. âYou were amazing baby.â
âYou really think so?â
âI do. Now letâs get you out of here.â He smiled, slipping his hand into yours and pulling you towards the exit. You were cheered after of course, it made your heart swell with pride.Â
On your way outside you saw the bomb squad, standing in lines next to their equipment. âNice work guys.â Jay said sarcastically.
The two of you made your way to the shaky boy to make sure he was alright. People were gathered outisde, now that the threat was removed. Each and every one of them had their eyes glazed with tears of relief.Â
Their homes were safe. Their families were too.
Boden gave you the rest of the day off, and Jay was the one to drive you home.
âLetâs hope our work doesnât clash like that ever again.â
âI agree,â Jay said quietly and pressed his lips safely against yours.
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Summary- going on a date
Character(s)- Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Mina Ashido, Aizawa ShĆta
Warnings- just so one comes for me, everyones aged up!!, besides that none :)
Notes- ahh look at me trying to expanding my fandoms
Kaminari Denki
Definitely an arcade date. A simple yet fun idea.
Of course when he invites you, it mostly as a joke. Heâs not expecting you to actually answer. But when you did this man is like so excited. If he could he wouldâve planned the date that day but of course he waits till the weekend.
Itâs a casual date, nothing to fancy just the 2 of you enjoy the little things. Itâs one of those dates that feel like a date yet at the same time doesnât.
Itâs like those dates yâall see in like those cheesy romance movies. Itâs a very cute date đ„șđ
Of course yâall donât spend the whole date at the arcade, it was just the first out of many spots. Yâall basically play till yâall canât anymore then go out to eat.
Yâall end up chatting about anything and everything, whatever topic pops up yall talk about it. At one point you make him charge you phone, limited his ability to talk. But you end up talking the most anyways.
After yâall had eat and enjoyed a dessert or 2, the 2 of yâall go a goof off at some random park. Talking on the swings, climbing up the monkey bars, petting to local cats.
Over all the date was just a simple one but it was probably the best one Denki has ever had and will have.
Before the date, he knew you only as a classmate, not knowing the small things about you. After the date he learns and remembers all the little things about you.
Your favorite color, your dream pet, what you what to do as a side job, how you wanna help people. All the little things.
Denki felt so unbelievably happy when the date was over. He hasnât be on many dates before more like none so going on a date with you, and it being an actual date made him so happy. Yâall are definitely gonna be going in more dates from now on
Kirishima Eijiro
Unlike Denki, dates with Kirishima take a bit more time to plan. Kirishima loves to go hiking, so why not go on a hiking date with him.
You honestly had never been on one so you have no idea what yâall would even do but you decided to go along with it. It something new for you to try and plus Kirishima seemed really happy when he was talking about it.
You clearly underestimate him and the date. By a lot. To start of with, yâall met up together just as the sun had reached over the horizon. It was to early.
2nd, he just had to pick the most âmanliestâ trail. It was an gorgeous trail, donât think it wasnât. There were so many animals, birds, and beautiful flowers. But also bugs, and awkward wooden stairs and rocks, and a lot of walking. At that point you werenât sure if this was a date or extra training.
However, you went along with it. Although it wasnât your thing, it was nice change of pace and something else fun to try. The date wasnât bad either, the two of yâall cracked jokes, chatted about the latest gossip at the school and about yâallâs works study, and just talking about random topics.
At one point yâall ended up holding hands and walking shoulder to shoulder, until however the 2 of yâall didnât even know how or when yâall did it. The only time yâall noticed it was when Kirishima tried to head off into a bush to pee but next he knew you just continued to follow him. His flustered face was so unmanly.
After hours and hours of talking, sunset came and you noticed that yâall werenât near the entrance of the trail. You brought your concern with him, but he simply smiled, grabbed you hand once again and asked, âTrust me. Youâll love it.â
There was no way you couldnât trust that smile. So you continued to follow him until the sun began to dip under the horizon. And an hour before the light had disappeared completely, Kirishima brought you to a lovely field and a small picnic area
You were speechless, you were definitely not expecting that. It was so strange yet cute. So while you stood there, speechless, Kirishima began to unpack a bunch of snacks, of course ones that didnât need to be referated. Once he set them all out, he looked back at you and smiled sheepishly, âHehe, I hope you donât mind a pinic date.âÂ
and of course you loved it. The date lasted on for about 2 more hours before yall decided to head back. Although the walk back was scary and surprising a lot shorter bc he apparently knew a short cut, it was still fun. The date was very new and nice, it was very different from any date you went on before. So this just might become a regular thing for you.
Mina AshidoÂ
a night out on the town all the way. Kinda like Kaminari but not at the same time...
Even though the date is technically at night. The 2 of yâall spend the day together anyways. Not going out and partying, but lazing around the house doing nothing. Mina liked to call it your girl time where yâall gossip, watch rom-coms, fantasize about the future, sending each other memes, simply stuff like that.
It wasnât until around 5 when the date was finally starting. Yâall would get all dressed up, do each otherâs make up, complement the hell out of each other, flirt, and try on like 5 different outfits before finally heading out.
The night started off relatively calm. The 2 of yâall would start the date off by going out to dinner at a somewhat fancy restaurant. Where yâall would continued to gossip and talk about random things.
After the dinner date the 2 of yâall would sneak off to an ice cream parlor and enjoy an ice or 2 together. Completely ruining yâallâs outfits. Besides the dinner date and the ice cream, everything after that wasnât planned at all. It was all up to Mina where yâall would go.
To the club! Is the first place Minaâs gonna drag you too. It was popular club too where citizens, heroes and even villains would attend. The only rule thatâs enforced at the clubs is: no sharing your real identity with a stranger. Besides that itâs a free for all.
Dancing, drinking, partying. They do it all, and yâall definitely do it all. Of course still having a sense of responsibility, yâall donât drink too much but yâall definitely make that up on the dance floor.
While dancing you even ran into a few friends and decided to join their little party. Yâall did everything: drinking games, dance, encourage fights, ate till yâall couldnât stand, threw it all up in the bathroom then did it again. You were pretty sure you saw some people from the league of villains but who cares. You were on a date not a night patrol.
Of course yâall arenât super human well technically you are butttt so eventually even yâall had to call it quiets. It was around 3 am tho. It was a good thing that yâall didnât have work in the morning. So the 2 of yâall said you goodbyes and slowly stumbled yâallâs way back to your apartment. Both of yâall took turned carrying each
As soon as yâall go home yâall had enough energy go pull off your outfits before crashing on the bed make up and all. The next morning, or next afternoon Mina was the first to wake up so she was quick to get dress and clean up before she began to make breakfast for you and a hot drink. When you woke up Mina was quick to check up on you and make sure you were feeling ok.
Once again yâall spent the day doing nothing and relaxing with each. And after a night like that, yâall couldnât ask for more.
Aizawa ShĆta
This man is like so romantic...when he wants to be lol. It really all just depends on his mood. Normally a date with him would be a very simple and easy going one.
Because he is a teacher, thereâs a lot of time whereâs he stuck grading papers and when that happens, He loves to cuddle up with you under a blanket and while you watch a movie or read or play on your phone heâll grade the papers. Taking many breaks of course.
Most of the time his breaks will consist of him complaining about how one of his students didnât get a question right or didnât even answer it or just put something crazy. Most of the time heâs not to talkative but when it comes to school, especially his students, he wonât shut up. So you let him rant, you enjoy hearing this stories too anyways. His students are amazing.
Occasionally if itâs a simple worksheet with an answer sheet he made before hand, Heâll make you grade the papers while he sleeps or does something else. You love when this happens cause then your can give them a few extra points just bc.
Of course the date is not grading papers with him. The date comes after. Once all the papers are graded, the 2 of yâall would put in some relatively decent clothes and head out to the nearest coffee shop. A chance to get yâall out of the house and a nice breath of fresh air. Normally itâs your idea to go on the date but Aizawa always loves it.
Once yâall reach the cafe thatâs when Aizawa would normally take over the date. Heâll either find something else he wants to do like see a movie or take a walk in the part the. Something heâll just want to go back to the appointment and just sleep and relax.
It really doesnât matter what yâall do. Aizawaâs the type of person to just savor the time spent with you. As long as heâs with you he doesnât mind what yâall do. With thag in mind, he would prefer to just lay around the house and cuddle but heâs also open to your date ideas.
Like I said before Aizawa can be one hell of a charmer when it comes down to it. So when yâall go on actually dates. He knows exactly how to dress, act, and what do it. Itâs almost like a completely different person but his lazy reaction remind you heâs still the same man you fell in love with.
Even the romantic dates are simple, going out to eat at a fancy restaurant and going out for a walk hand in hand. If yâall do something too exciting, he thinks it will take away from your beauty and distract him so that heâa not focused on you. So he keeps the dates simple so that he wonât have any distractions from you.
To others yâallâs dates might be too simple and boring, but yâall love them. The dates arenât about seeing how much yâall could do together, it about spending time with each. So if all yâall do it go off to some cafe thatâs around the block and talk, yâall are completely happy and satisfied.
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Playing House - Part 12
âI got the high score on your game, and now, Iâm going to get the high score on your girl.â
Hvitserk x f!Reader, Ubbe x f!Reader Words: 6336
Itâs here, the frat bro pornfest! No new warnings for this installment, weâve got the standard rough sex, D/s dynamics, and gratuitous use of âdudeâ and âbro.â Also the disaster above the text is what you get when I make my own covers.
Catch up:Â 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17
âLike,â you furrow your brow, trying to catch up, âwith a stopwatch?â
âYeah,â Ubbe answers. âYou squeeze me when youâre starting to come, and Iâll hit the button. Then I turn it off when you can breathe again.â
You lick your lips. âAnd whoever can give me the longest orgasm is the winner?â
âOh yeah.â Hvitserk squeezes your thighs, making you jump just a little as his fingers press into the bottom of your bruising ass.
âThatâs ridiculous,â you say, but you donât sound like you mean it.
His fingertips slide deeper under the edge of your shorts, playing with the flesh left tender by Ubbeâs spanking. âHey, if you donât want to play my nice game, I can try one of your mean ones . . .â
âI didnât say that,â you rush to correct, although it certainly turns you on even more when Hvitserk digs his fingers right into your sore cheeks, until you writhe and hiss above him. âWho starts?â
Hvitserk switches back to nice touches, palming your ass in hearty handfuls. His brow cocks, and he turns to Ubbe. âHome field advantage, bro. You go first.â
Ubbe reaches around your shoulders and, with a playful growl, pulls you bodily off his brother. He tucks your back in against his front, so youâre still facing Hvitserk, now seated on the center cushion of the couch between them. Ubbeâs hands come up around your body, curling possessively over your breasts as he mouths at your neck just below your ear. Home field advantage, indeed. He already knows exactly what you like, and you feel like youâre already halfway there just from all the lust pervading the room.
Ubbe pops the clasp of your bra, freeing your tits for Hvitserkâs eyes. And his own hands. After he tosses your bra heâs scooping them up from underneath, presenting them toward his brother, squeezing and teasing your nipples rather than covering them up until Hvitserk looks like he might start drooling from the show.
âI thought we decided Iâd get top half first,â he finally says, leaning in toward you.
âJust warming her up,â Ubbe purrs against your neck, then releases your breasts and pushes you softly forward. âHere you go.â
Hvitserk catches you in a kiss as you lean into him, deceptively sweet before he palms both your breasts. Ubbeâs fingers tickle at the backs of your thighs, and then heâs stripping you, pushing shorts and panties together down your hips. So much for showing off that matching set. You get up on your hands and knees to help it happen.
Naked between both of them now. You have to stop kissing Hvitserk to let Ubbe get you into the position he wants from you. Hvitserk keeps helping himself to your tits as you end up with your back propped up against him, the rest of your body laying along the couch so Ubbe can get his face in between your legs.
Youâve said it before; Ubbe loves eating pussy. Youâve never had it so good from anyone. Unless Hvitserk has acquired some sort of unfathomable, god-like secrets of the female body, you donât know how heâs going to possibly outdo his older brother. Ubbe already knows exactly what you like. He kisses along your body before nestling between your thighs, then opens you up boldly with his tongue. He closes in on your favorite spot with the steady confidence of a master, his hot tongue starting broad but never failing to hit you squarely at just the right angle with every pass.
This may be a competition, but Hvitserk is not being stingy with his assistance. His hands continue to play with your nipples, almost idly, like he absolutely canât help himself. And the raspy way heâs breathing in your ear while he toys with your body â heâs making Ubbeâs job too easy. Caught between the two of them like this, your breath starts hitching almost before youâve really had a chance to settle in and enjoy this crazy scenario.
âYouâre close,â Hvitserk says.
âUh huh,â you reply. It comes out throaty little sexpot voice.
Ubbe growls with pride, the vibration of it against your clit ratcheting you up yet another notch closer to release.
Hvitserkâs hands leave your breasts. One digs in his pocket, producing his phone so, just as they had said, he can open a stopwatch app. That alone should be killing the mood, but then Ubbe presses his fingers inside you and you realize there really is no going back for you. Nothing is too juvenile, or ridiculous, when the Lothbrok boys are the ones asking you for it.
Long, cool fingers wrap around your own. Hvitserk is holding your hand. âSqueeze me when you start coming,â he rasps in your ear. You can hear the excitement behind his instructional tone. This is so fucked-up, and they both love it.
Ubbe goes in for his grand finale. He finds that perfect angle, from both inside and out now, and works you relentlessly.
âOooohâŠâ your moaning starts, and just as that wave of pleasure crests you clench your fingers around Hvitserkâs hand.
You hold your breath. The orgasm rocks you hard, your naked body writhing against Hvitserkâs chest, your cheek rubbing into his t-shirt and you hope youâre not going to drool on him. You had been a little worried that knowing your orgasm would be timed might be too much pressure, might make it slip away as soon as itâs crested like youâve experienced in less-than-ideal situations before, but Ubbe is too good for that, this situation is apparently too hot for that, and youâre sure that clock is running even longer than you ever expected as the pleasure spirals in wave after wave through your core underneath Ubbeâs relentless tongue.
You suck in one gasping breath and then hold it again, somewhere in the middle there. You keep it in even after the ecstasy begins to fade, and maintain your death grip on Hvitserkâs hand. Hvittyâs a cool guy, but Ubbeâs your guy, right? One of them, at least. Itâs easy to follow the urge to cheat the clock a little on his behalf. Exaggerate the results by a few more heartbeats. He deserves it. And it feels good to pick him over someone else for once.
Finally you slump, going limp in Hvitserkâs arms except for a few twitches as Ubbe finishes up with one last swipe of his tongue. He embraces your thighs, nestling in against one leg and gasping a little himself.
âTwenty-two seconds,â Hvitserk reads, âvery nice, bro.â
Ubbe nips at your thigh, with affection. âSheâs amazing.â
Four hands move across your body, enhancing your afterglow. Ubbe makes his way down your legs as Hvitserk sets his phone to the side and runs his palms up your flanks.
Coming as hard as that might make a girl sleepy, but under the movement of those hands you feel electrified, like every one of your nerve endings has been turned on now, and the possibilities for pleasure are only just beginning.
Ubbe comes up to his knees between your legs, leaning forward and scooping you up with a hand in your hair to meet his insistent kiss. You sit up between them, enjoying the slight soreness of your spanked ass rubbing bare against the couch cushion, and savor Hvitserkâs hands as they caress down your back to your hips. âTime to switch,â you ask between Ubbeâs kisses, âor will there be an interlude?â
Ubbe makes an interested sound as your hands run down to his crotch. As you expected, heâs rock hard and swelling into your touch.
âWhen weâre alone,â you croon, âyouâre usually making me return a favor like that almost immediately.â
Ubbe responds by pushing your head firmly downwards.
One of the best parts about being a sub is that youâre not responsible for managing anything about a scene. Nothing but your own hard limits, of course. But something simple like this, deciding whether this is okay, or if Hvitserk will find this too rude or feel left out . . . thatâs not your job to consider. Ubbeâs forcing your face down to his crotch and thatâs the only thing that has to be in your world right now.
He sighs as you open up his jeans, releasing the pressure that had to be quite restrictive for him all this time. Neither of the boys have taken off a stitch of clothing, you realize, and here you are fully naked on your hands and knees between them.
Ubbe reaches in and pulls his erection out through the fly of his boxer briefs. Does It count as him getting a little more naked, if heâs immediately pulling your mouth over to swallow it up?
You always kind of think about channeling your inner snake when sucking Ubbe off, as you just about unhinge your jaw to fit that slab of meat heâs packing into your mouth. Itâs worth it for the sounds he makes, though. This time heâs holding himself back, probably trying to look tough with his brother present, but his guttural grunts and muttered curses when you swirl your tongue just right are close enough to the full show. He keeps his hand on the back of your neck, too, not exactly controlling your movements but certainly keeping you on-task down there.
As your head came down to meet Ubbeâs cock, your hindquarters rose. Hvitserk is certainly getting an eyeful of your ass and whatever he can glimpse of your pussy between your bare thighs, with your knees only slightly spread for balance up on the couch cushion. It takes him longer than you expect to reach out and start exploring whatâs on offer with his fingertips.
He starts low on your thighs, tracing up toward your naughty bits lightly. You arch your back a little more, encouraging him. His fingernails graze over the widest part of your ass.
The longer it takes him to come close to your pussy, the more youâre silently begging him to. Youâre working your mouth up and down over Ubbeâs cock, relishing your loverâs taste and scent, sure, but youâre also quite distracted by thoughts of what Hvitserkâs looking at and what heâs going to do next.
When his thumb finally slides down to the edge of your pussy lips you moan, loudly, the sound made even more pornographic by the way Ubbeâs choking cock distorts it. Perhaps Hvitserk understands it as encouragement, because his thumb keeps sliding, up and down, in a confident delineation of the edges of your sex. You moan some more. Itâs actually quite fun to hear the ways the sounds come out in garbled and staccato bursts as Ubbeâs hand urges your mouth faster and deeper.
âFuck, keep making those sounds,â Ubbe says.
Hvitserk does his part, continuing to tease your cunt, not doing anything very specific or intense, just exploring and tantalizing and waking everything up all over again. He finds your clit and bats at it just a little, then spirals away again to swirl his fingertip at your very entrance.
âFuck, this pussy,â Hvitserk groans through his teeth. âI want to fuck it so bad.â
You arch your back even more, almost trying to force yourself over his fingers as you continue on fastidiously with the job in front of you.
Ubbe speaks for you. âGo ahead, dude. I think thereâs still condoms in the drawer.â
Hvitserkâs pressure increases, just a little bit. âNot yet.â He traps your clit between his fingers and pinches. âStill gotta win that contest. I need to keep my head in the game. I get off now, I lose my edge.â
You canât fucking take it. You slide up off Ubbeâs cock with a popping sound so you can plead with Hvitserk. âJust a little, then? Just fuck it a little.â Heâs making you too fucking crazy to keep quiet. âI want you, Hvitserk.â
âHoney, you think I can get in this cute little pussy of yours and stop myself before I blow? No oneâs that strong.â
âSpeaking of blowing . . .â Ubbeâs coaxing your mouth back over his dick before you can answer, using your scalp to hold you steady as he starts to fuck up into your face. Your aroused little moans turn helpless around the rough thrusting of his cock, while Hvitserk gifts you with a fraction of what you want by pressing one blessed finger inside.
âSwallow it all,â Ubbe tells you, his voice gone breathy and thin. âDonât spill a drop.â
You fuck yourself back over Hvitserkâs long finger as Ubbeâs pace increases, spurring himself on to blast his seed into the back of your throat. Swallowing is certainly the easiest way to make sure you donât choke.
He shudders inside your mouth, holding you close while he pants and decides heâs really done. You savor the last moments of Ubbeâs cock in your mouth. Hvitserk slowed down when your body stopped rocking, but never really stopped: in, out. In, out. That finger keeps sliding, to remind you. Ubbeâs done, but youâre not. Not. Even. Close.
When Ubbe finally releases your face, you suck him clean as you pull back and then lift your head. You hold the rest of your body still, unwilling to interrupt Hvitserkâs steady rhythm inside you. Ubbe wraps his hand under your chin, guiding you to look up at him.
His eyes are sleepy around the edges, but still sparkling. You watch them track quickly over your face. âYouâre up, Hvitserk,â he says, amused. âShe looks ready.â
Unfortunately, this makes Hvitserk stop fingering you. You turn towards him with a whine.
He meets your eyes and smirks. âDefinitely ready. Lay down.â
You spread yourself along the couch as Hvitserk slides down off it, guiding your legs to open where he can easily reach you from his knees on the floor. Your head doesnât fit in Ubbeâs lap from this position; youâre lying flat on your back across the middle of the couch, with your face next to his hip. He reaches down and cups your cheek, dragging his thumb idly over your skin.
It feels a little more vulnerable, to be laid out like this. Which enhances the thrill of knowing that a man you barely know is between your spread legs, staring at your most intimate places. Hvitserk lets his hot breath steam over your wet and needy entrance, building the anticipation. Hands caress the insides of your thighs, then his thumb starts sliding in to open you up.
You can feel how wet youâve become from the ease with which he parts your inner lips. You moan and arch as Hvitserk drags that moisture up to lubricate your clit, letting him draw easy circles around the sensitive button.
When he leans in to replace his thumb with his mouth, itâs gentle, almost a kiss. Then he sucks on your clit and your eyes roll into the back of your head.
âFuck, you look good like this,â Ubbe mutters. He leans forward and scoops up both your breasts with his hands. âIâm going to get hard again already.â
A nervous giggle slips out as you ponder how you might get caught in an endless cycle of cocks after this. If watching you with one is only going to keep turning the other one on again. Perhaps youâre fortunate that Ubbe and Ivar never try to have you at the same time like this. A girl can only take so much.
Hvitserk, it turns out, is not an idle boaster. His competence at eating pussy is instantly apparent. His tongue glides hungrily to all the right places, and when you look down, the dark satisfaction in his hooded eyes makes you feel like youâre caught in a filthy monsterâs jaws.
You canât even track what exactly heâs doing down there. All you know is that the pleasure is surging, from every square millimeter that his lips and tongue touch. He slips two fingers inside you, and rocks them in such a way that you swear heâs found something inside there that no one else has ever noticed before. Your whole body is singing.
An obnoxious noise brings you just a little bit back down to earth. One of Ubbeâs hands leaves your chest, the other left gently cupping one tit.
âItâs Ivar,â Ubbe says, scooping Hvitserkâs vibrating phone off the table.
Hvitserk sucks you hard before lifting his mouth, drawing a strangled cry from you. You realize youâve been making all kinds of crazy noises for the past few minutes. âLet him listen,â the arrogant boy responds.
Ivarâs voice is faint, but you can hear it, issuing forth from the phone hovering above you in Ubbeâs hand. His tone is impatient, as usual: âHvitserk, you there?â
His brother has dropped his mouth back between your legs, sucking at you in time to the curl of his fingertips deep inside. Thereâs no way to keep yourself from moaning, and making ragged little sounds whenever you try to breathe.
âInteresting.â Ivar drags out the first syllable. You donât hear anything from him for a while, and then, he says your name. âCan you hear me?â
You turn your next moan upward, into a whiny little âuh huh!â
Hvitserk is not letting you get any more lucid than that.
âAre you showing Hvitserk your best hospitality?â Ivar asks, his Dom voice apparent even from this distance. Ubbeâs thumb moves and his voice gets louder. âDoesnât sound like it,â Ivar continues, chastising you on speaker. âIt sounds like youâre being quite selfish.â
Is Hvitserk getting you in trouble right now? The movement of his tongue only intensifies, threatening to turn your steady moans into squeals. Your legs are starting to shake as heat floods your core.
âWhat are they doing to you over there?â Ivar continues. âI donât hear Ubbe, but Iâm sure heâs lurking about.â
If heâs expecting you to answer, heâs going to be disappointed. No way youâre capable of speech.
âI hope you are enjoying yourself,â Ivar says, continuing on as a monologue. âAnd I hope that youâre looking forward to being punished later, for being such a bad girl. Making our guest work so hard for your own selfish, wicked pleasure.â Every word goes straight to your cunt, helping Hvitserk build you toward an orgasm that promises to be a screamer. âYouâre the one that should have your mouth full right now, greedy girl. I see that you canât be trusted to be left alone. We will begin⊠some much stricter training when I get home.â Fuck. âIâm sure Hvitserk wonât mind helping me teach you better manners. Are you close, greedy girl? I hear your voice changing. Enjoy it, because it might be the last one that you get for a long, long time.â
Between Ivarâs words and Hvitserkâs skills, you donât stand a fucking chance. You clutch behind you to find Ubbeâs hand, barely remembering the rules of the contest in time as this pleasure starts to climax.
âWait,â Ubbe huffs, âgotta get the stopwatch.â
Ivarâs chuckle drips out of the phone while Ubbe fumbles with it. He may have had some choice words for what these two gorgeous, sexy idiots are up to, but you only hear him get as far as âAre you twoââ before a rushing in your ears takes over and you lose consciousness of anything else but the tidal wave of pleasure crashing through your body.
Hvitserk is relentless. He doesnât slow the intensity a bit, pushes you through your screaming, writhing orgasm with the dedication of a pit bull as he just hits that magic spot over and over and over. Youâre shaking and gasping before itâs done, and when the peak turns to oversensitivity heâs still determined to wring a few more seconds out of you, doesnât stop until your thighs try to clench shut around his head in a helpless attempt to push him away.
Youâre left panting as Ubbe announces the time above your head. âThirty-four seconds.â
âAnd you started late,â Hvitserk points out. Heâs panting too.
âAnd I started late,â Ubbe admits.
So much for your attempt at cheating on Ubbeâs behalf. Hvitserk sure as hell won fair and square. If Ivarâs little participation doesnât count.
Wait. Is Ivar still on the phone?
âI take it Hvitserk is the winner.â
Yep. Heâs there.
Hvitserk wipes his mouth as he rises from the ground, lifting one of your legs to roll you out of his way so he can resume his seat on the end of the couch. He nestles himself against your naked hip and reaches out his upturned hand to Ubbe, silently asking for his phone back.
You expect him to speak, but all you hear is the descending tone indicating an ended call. Hvitserk tosses his phone back on the table with a dismissive sound. You think you might even see a trace of a snarl on his lip as you look up at him through your post-orgasmic haze.
Then all his attention is back on you. You watch his greedy eyes run all over your body, from your upturned hip to the curve of your tilted waist, your bare breasts and your parted, panting mouth. âWhat were you saying earlier?â he asks, leaning in with a conspiratorial smile. âSomething about want me to âfuck it just a little?ââ
You nod breathlessly as he climbs further over your body. His hooded eyes look predatory now, and if somehow Ivar made him mad then he definitely seems ready to take it out on you. He gives your hip a little smack, watching how the impact makes you jiggle, then inspects your face while he gives you another one.
âYou like it rough, huh?â
You nod, and twist your body to present your ass to him even better. Honestly you feel like your pussy is about to start dripping on the couch, so it also doesnât hurt to get it further away from the cushions.
He nods too, thoughtfully. âThereâs this position I like. Not every girl can handle it.â
Ubbe makes an interested noise above you. âShe can handle a lot.â
âSo I keep hearing.â Hvitserk taps at your ass. âUp.â
He stands at the same time as you do, and you donât miss the way he readjusts himself inside his pants. He pulls you in close for a kiss, pressing your naked body fully against his clothes.
He whips his shirt off. Finally. âThere are condoms around here?â
âYes,â you say, dropping to your knees to open one of the little drawers at the base of the coffee table. You and Ubbe had scattered them all over the house before he made his monogamy pledge and the tests had come back clean. You turn back to Hvitserk, presenting him the little package in your palms.
He makes a happy little noise in the back of his throat. âI like the way you look down there.â He loosens his belt. âNow Iâm thinking you need to stay on your knees and show me what that sweet mouth can do.â
You nod, eagerly, as you watch him get his dick out and step closer to your face. You meet it with your tongue, wrapping a hand around his shaft to keep him pointed down where you can reach.
Thereâs something extra fun about a blowjob that you donât intend to finish. You lick around the head of his cock like itâs a lollypop, pausing to give him playful eye contact and then watching him watch you swallow it up.
Ubbeâs the one that groans. When you flick your eyes over to him heâs got one hand thrust into his own pants like heâs gearing up for round two. âYou look so good. Teasing it like that.â
You canât help yourself. You keep your eyes locked onto Ubbe while pulling Hvitserk a little closer, giving his shaft little kitten licks.
âYou are fucking hot as hell, darlinâ,â Hvitserk says, looking straight down the line of his body at you. âBut Iâve had enough teasing tonight. Come up over here.â
He leads you to the side of the couch and bends you over the armrest.
âSaw this in a porno once.â He kicks at your legs until you spread them a little further apart. âStop me if itâs not working for you. But I think youâre flexible enough.â
He pushes down between your shoulders until your chest hits the couch. You relax the side of your face into the cushion and just go with it. Now your hips are higher than the rest of your body, and quite decently supported by the plush armrest. Not hard so far. There must be something more coming.
You hear the sound of the condom wrapper opening. Ubbe shifts above your head, but you resist the temptation to check and see what heâs doing on his end of the couch. Ivarâs right; youâve been selfish. You must give your full submission to Hvitserk now, and show him that you are doing exactly as he instructs. No more, no less, and no looking at his brother.
You know youâre wet but he spits on his fingers and works a little added lubrication into you anyway.
âI liked the way you were begging,â he comments, voice husky as you feel him moving in closer. âThink I can make you beg a little more?â
âOh, Hvitserk, please.â You angle your hips up even higher, offering yourself to him. Youâre positively aching to be filled up, after all this.
âPlease what?â You feel the brush of something thicker than fingers against your slick entrance.
You take a breath. âPlease fuck me until I canât walk straight.â
âThat is definitely the plan.â He pushes into you slow, the second Lothbrok youâve let go balls-deep into you now. Heâs not as thick as Ubbe but that hardly matters, not when youâre swollen with need and reveling in the fact that this one wants you too, bad enough to throw shame out the window and fuck you right in front of his brother. âFuuuuck.â He presses in deep and just stays there a minute, hands gripping your ass tight.
You buck your hips up against him, although you donât have much leverage with your belly in the couch and your legs spread so wide.
He grunts and answers your enthusiasm with his own, starting to bounce against you in measured thrusts. âUngh, I knew you had a sweet little pussy. Are you happy to share it with me?â
âYes,â you wail, as he pounds you harder, the friction electrifying every nerve ending they hadnât already fried out with that pussy-eating competition.
âYou gonna share it with me all week?â
âUh huh!â
âAnd you can you really handle that? Three guys telling you what to do around here? Keeping this pussy full?â
âM-mhmm.â
âWhat was that?â
âYes! Iâll find a way.â
âGood.â His thrusts have settled into a quick, steady rhythm. âArch your back more.â
You really have to press your chest into the couch, and come up to your tiptoes when it feels like you can barely reach the floor as it is, but you manage it. It makes his thrusts feel deeper, threatening to bottom out against your cervix.
âNow give me your arms.â
This must be it. The thing that other girls wonât do. You give up supporting your body with your forearms, twisting them both behind your back instead. It puts a lot of your weight on your face and upper chest, the only things left to support the bouncing impacts of his thrusting, but itâs manageable. Fingers wrap around your wrists, straightening your arms back behind you. Heâs using them like handles now, to pull your arched body over his cock. Itâs rough, but you can take it. Youâre just flexible enough.
âFuck, you look so good like this,â Hvitserk croons.
âYouâre telling me,â Ubbe says. His voice is coming from the side now. You open your eyes to see that heâs left the couch for the coffee table, sitting right across from your face where he can get the best view of your contorted figure. âThink you can lift your feet off the ground, wrap them behind him?â
You try. Lifting your legs like that clenches your pelvic floor, which makes Hvitserk yelp and then fuck you harder. Now youâve got absolutely no control at all, laying on your face and getting fucked down into the cushions. You might be drooling. Thereâs nothing to be done for it if you are.
You wouldnât be able to stay like this for long, but it doesnât seem like youâre going to have to. Hvitserkâs making this drawn-out humming sort of noise, heâs so into it, pistoning into you at an accelerating rate that suggests heâs barreling toward climax.
âThis is the hottest fucking thing Iâve ever seen,â Ubbe says. You want him to shut up so he doesnât make Hvitserk uncomfortable, but these two do seem to have some kind of established groove for this already. And hearing him tell you how sexy this outrageously acrobatic pose is does make it easier for you to hang on in it for a little longer. Itâs not an angle thatâs going to get you off, but ferocious pleasure rings through your body anyway.
âAhhââ Hvitserkâs rising wail almost sounds desperate, and then he forces air between his teeth as he grinds himself even deeper into you.
You donât complain as he crushes you just a little more. Itâs obvious that heâs reveling in a prolonged, ecstatic climax, and youâre certainly not going to begrudge him anything less than the thirty-four seconds of bliss he so recently finished giving you.
But when he gasps the end of his release, and his body stops clenching, youâre tugging your arms out of his grip, grateful to untwist your shoulders and get the pressure off your neck.
âFuckâthanks. Fuck,â he pants. âThat was incredible.â He stays inside you. You feel his forehead drop to the middle of your back as you both start letting your muscles relax one by one. You like the way his hair feels on your skin.
An insistent, gorilla-like grunt emanates from somewhere above your head. âMy turn,â Ubbe says, and his hands wrap around your forearms.
âDude,â Hvitserk exhales. âGive me a fucking minute!â His hips writhe against you. âShe feels so fucking good . . .â
You feel Ubbe take a seat on the couch next to your head, but he does not release your arms. His grip flexes impatiently, but at least heâs not pulling you bodily out from underneath his brother.
âShe probably needs a rest too, dude,â Hvitserk continues, his breath warming your skin. âA little recovery time from all that.â As if realizing he was barely following his own advice, he withdraws himself carefully from your body and lets you move your legs more comfortably back together.
âNah, sheâs better than that,â Ubbe rumbles, voice thick and rich and proud. âShe takes dick like a champ.â His fingers tickle under your chin until you look up at him. âYou want two in a row, donât you babe.â The gleam in his eye tells you heâs fully recovered from his last orgasm, and absolutely ready to go.
Hvitserk is being very nice. But is nice really what you want? You probably wouldnât be in this position if that was the case. âYeah,â you say, answering Ubbeâs growling with your own throaty sex kitten moan.
Ubbeâs blue eyes blaze and he tugs you towards him. Your legs wobble a little as you climb around the arm of the couch. Hvitserkâs promise kept. Ubbe sees your weakness and scoops you up, like any good predator would.
He whirls you around, getting you underneath his body as your back presses into the armrest of his side of the couch. He can only kiss you once, as sloppy as he is passionate, before heâs struggling with his pants.
That glorious erection is rock-hard as you help him free it from his clothing. He wastes no time pushing himself into you, as if he took Hvitserkâs dirty talk about âkeeping this pussy fullâ quite seriously.
You might be just a little bit sore. That hardly matters when Ubbe gets his rhythm going, the aching only adding to the decadent pleasure of back-to-back fuckings.
Heâs got one foot on the floor, giving him ridiculous leverage to split you open against the corner of the couch. You throw your arms around his neck and brace yourself, looking over his shoulder at Hvitserkâs sleepy-cat smile as the boy catches his breath while watching you get impaled.
âTouch yourself,â says Ubbe, shifting to pull your hand down between your bodies, flexing his fucking abs to curl his body and give you room as he continues to pound.
âIvar saidââ
âDonât you want one more, before he makes that threat official?â
Fuck. Good point. See, Ubbe can be nice too. You let your fingers fly.
âI want to feel you cum all over my dick,â he grunts out, his pace increasing as he seems to turn himself on even more with just the thought. âAnd I want to hear it, too.â
It doesnât take long. Your poor pussy shivers under Ubbeâs onslaught, the clenching of your muscles as you hold yourself up against it magnifying the oncoming orgasm into something that makes you want to scream like some kind of wild shieldmaiden between your teeth.
And Ubbe wanted to hear you. So you do. That sizzling pleasure radiates out of your core until your lower half locks up, clamping around him so hard that even his punishing pace has to slow.
When you suck in your next breath and the sound of your own voice fades, you hear Ubbe gasping. Heâs coming too, locked down in your throbbing pussy. You stay like that, clenched tight and pressing up against him, for a few more breaths while your climax fades only slowly. You actually felt your inner walls milking him. Drawing that seed deep up inside you.
You release a throaty sigh and finally let your body unwind.
Ubbe presses his forehead against yours. âFuck, princess,â he breathes. âHow do you keep getting more amazing?â
You end up sprawled along the couch between them, your head in Hvitserkâs lap while Ubbe massages every kink out of the big muscles of your legs. You donât feel self-conscious to still be naked. You feel like nothing less than a classical goddess. Something the masters would line up to paint, and even more; the utterly feminine deity that men have immortalized in clay and enshrined on cave walls since the dawn of the human capacity to think. Nothing more natural in the world than your naked, beloved body.
Which doesnât mean that youâre not grateful when Ubbe spreads a warm blanket over you, when his massaging hands have mostly finished. Sure, you were going to spend the afternoon cleaning this room, but your eyes are drifting closed in the post-sex haze now. Theyâll turn the game back on, wonât they, and let you take a little nap across their laps first.
But you donât hear the TV turn back on. Not yet. Instead, a conversation begins above your dozing head.
âYou do this with Ivar, dude?â
Ubbe shifts underneath your leg before he responds. âNot like this.â
Hvitserk makes a soft sound. âDidnât think so.â Thereâs a pause, long enough to tempt you back into sleep, but you really want to hear if theyâre going to say anything more about this. Hvitserk has known them his whole life. He probably has some insight that would be valuable for you to know. You shift a little in his lap though, making sure he knows youâre still awake. Wouldnât be right to actually eavesdrop.
His hand comes to your head, stroking gently across your hair. âCan't believe Ivar's really sharing with you, dude.â
âMaybe I'm sharing with him.â
Hvitserk just laughs.
You open your eyes to see Ubbe shrugging. âItâs working out so far. I let him lead.â
âI didnât think you could do that.â
Ubbe leans forward over your feet, grabbing his forgotten bottle off the coffee table. âHeâs grown a lot, since we were all at home.â He takes a thoughtful swig. âI probably have, too.â He makes eye contact with you for a second, possibly acknowledging the awkwardness of talking about these things over your head, but doesnât say anything that might draw you into the conversation.
Not that you have anything to say. Youâre just soaking up every little piece of information you can get.
Your face is pointed away from Hvitserk; although youâre in his lap, you canât really see anything of him but his knee.
âWell, itâs the only thing Iâve ever found that works with him. Ivar has to be the one in control, or it doesnât go well.â
âYou say that like I havenât been living with him for years, too, dude.â
âIâm saying it because itâs hard to believe you can really pull that off. Youâve always had to kind of be the top dog yourself, dude.â
Ubbeâs fingers stroke you underneath the blanket. âSome things are worth a little compromise.â
Hvitserk bounces your head just a little. âWhat do you think? Is Ubbe ever really not the boss?â You rouse yourself, twisting your body until your face is pointed up at Hvitserkâs. âPretty much ran the show today, didnât he?â
You consider your answer, glancing between their waiting faces. At least theyâre both smiling. This is not an answer you need to feel worried about crafting too carefully. âI think it was pretty natural for him to guide things today,â you say, looking up into Hvitserkâs eyes, âsince you and I had neverââ you trail off self-consciously as you stare up into that gorgeous face.
Hvitserk squeezes you up in his arms, and his smile turns mischievous. âBut now we are very familiar with each other. Arenât we.â
You nod, suddenly breathless again.
âYou want to keep playing with me, while Iâm in town?â
You smile and nod harder.
âGood,â Ubbe says, his hand running up your leg. âCuz by my count, weâre not exactly done here. You got me off twice. Hvitserk only nutted once. Thatâs not right,â he says, shaking his head. âHeâs our guest. You should spend tonight in bed with him, at the very least.â
And why do you get the feeling Ubbeâs going to find an excuse to be involved in that, too?
âNo offense,â Hvitserk says, âbut thatâs the kind of shit Iâm talking about, dude. Telling us what to do. You let anything not be Ivarâs idea, man, and youâre done.â Hvitserkâs gaze swivels back down to meet yours. âIf he canât hold some of that shit back,â he tells you, a smirk twisting up his cheek, âyouâre never going to be able to have the both of them at the same time.â
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"Rock my world" - Sirius Black x reader
A/n: I was thinking of making this a series but idk, let me know what you think. The band in the picture, Maneskin, are my inspiration for the marauders' band music and aesthetic. Check them out cause they're really good. They're going to represent Italy at the next Eurovision contest.
Here's their Instagram and Spotify.
Tags: Muggle AU, so ofc no magic, no Hogwarts, Marauders in a rock band, no Peter but Regulus instead, jily
Warnings: none
Word count: 2.2K ish
Summary: When y/n finally agrees to check out this band that her best friend was always talking about, she's in for a pleasant surprise and one hell of a night.
It had all started in the cheesiest and most cliscé of ways, really. Y/n had made a bet which had made you go out of your comfort zone that one night and for your bravery, you were rewarded with the most amazing boyfriend ever. It sounds like a story out of a rom-com or a romance novel, doesn't it? Well, yeah, it felt like a main character moment but, unlike what we see in those stories, it wasn't always fun and games.
But let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Y/n's best friend Jules had been nagging her about this rock band who was apparently the new sensation of the year according to her, for the longest time. So, one Friday night, when Jules had informed her that that very band was playing in a bar not very far from her workplace, she agreed to go for drinks there.
Worst case scenario, she thought, the music will be terrible but at least I get to tease Jules about it.
Still clothed in the floral dress she had chosen this morning, but adding a few glittery touches and graphic eyeliner to make her look more nighty, y/n headed towards said bar where Jules was already waiting for her.
"Finally," she huffed when y/n rounded the corner and entered her field of vision.Â
"Sorry, it was my turn to close tonight," y/n shot her an apologetic smile before hooking their arms.
They made their way inside looking for a place to sit. The bar was already crowded but not in an unusual way. Maybe it was the hour or the fact that it was a weeknight, y/n didn't know but felt grateful that it wasn't packed. She really wasn't a fan of crowded places.
They got their drinks and caught up as they usually would about their week. They were almost finished when the band walked up the stage and music started playing. Even before the first note, one look at their outfits made clear what kind of music they were going to play.Â
They had an interesting aesthetic, y/n had to admit. They wore the same colour but each member had their own style. The band was made up of four guys, the bassist had long straight hair and he looked a lot like the singer who instead had curly hair, the drummer had short curly light brown hair and y/n couldn't see what he was wearing past a black vest while the guitarist had black hair that was all over the place and wore glasses.Â
They had an androgynous aesthetic, each of them with beautiful makeup in tones of black and grey and the ones y/n could see clearly were wearing a sort of body. They looked stunning. Y/n had decided she liked them based on this alone. She had to admire anyone who had the guts to express themselves freely especially when it was in such an open and unapologetic way of going against gender norms.
After half an hour, the music stopped and after the singer wished everyone goodnight and they all climbed down. As she expected, they played rock music ranging from soft rock edging pop to hard rock that made her think a lot of ACDC. Y/n wasn't an expert in music but she had liked what she heard and wouldn't mind listening more from them. She was sure that she was going to catch some of their songs on the radio in the future.Â
However, Jules picked up the conversation where they had left it before the concert and decided that it was the time where she'd complain about her recent love interest. Each of their weekly meetings had one of this moment. Unfortunately, it looked like Jules didn't have a lot of luck when it came to guys. And as it always would, she wondered if she was the problem asking y/n if the reason every one of her relationships failed because she was unlovable. As if.
"That's not true, I truly believe that you can learn to love anyone. Lest you get to know them, of course."
"Of course you'd say something like that."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"If you truly believe that, then you're not going to say no to this." Jules wriggles her eyebrows suggestively and y/n knew that the night is either about to become very interesting or about to go very wrong.
"The expression on your face is telling me that I should definitely say no to what you're about to say."
"Oh c'mon, it's just an innocent dare. Nothing too crazy, I promise."
"Which is?"
"You see that guy leaning on the bar? Long black hair with the black leather jacket?" Y/n turned around indulging her friend and eventually spotted the guy she was talking about. She took her time to look at him until she realized something that made her whip around to face Jules again.
"You mean the singer of the band?" y/n asked incredulously.
"Isn't he handsome?" Jules smiled wide completely ignoring the look y/n was giving her already knowing what was going through her friends' mind. "I want you to go to him and ask him out."
"What?"Â
"C'mon", Jules complained reaching out to y/n over the table, "didn't you say that it was possible to love anyone? Can't you see yourself loving him?"
"That's not the point," y/n exclaimed still not believing that her friend was suggesting something so outrageous. "Can you see him loving me?" Because that man over there had "heart breaker" spelt all over him. And okay, y/n had to admit that this was a rush judgment she was making and it wasn't exactly fair but there was no way that a guy like him could be interested in a girl like her.
And yes, we could stay here and discuss all the reasons why that statement is wrong but still, if she were to put herself out there -something that was not like her at all- she wasn't going to go over someone so out of reach for her. And that was that.
"Listen, do you remember that video you sent me the other day?" Jules squared her shoulders, now looking fully serious at y/n. Unfortunately, y/n did remember the video Jules was talking about. She would have never guessed it would come back and bit her in the ass otherwise she'd never sent it.
Sighing, y/n looked down at the drink in her hands and thought about it. The video basically encouraged the viewer to go up to what they believed was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that. It may sound a little silly but at the time y/n had appreciated the sentiment. Going out of one's comfort zone. Challenging yourself. Because, what was the worst that could happen? That person shotting you down? That didn't sound life-threatening. Now though, y/n wasn't so sure.Â
"Worst case scenario, just tell him I'm calling you and head back here." Jules offered, almost as if she could tell exactly what her best friend was thinking.
Looking at her best friend, something snapped in her. Jules was right. What's the worst that could happen? She already knew that the guy was going to shoot her down. She was prepared. It was a dare, a silly thing that could give her a story to tell to her nephews one day.Â
What the hell, y/n thought squaring her shoulders.Â
"You know what?" she downed the rest of her drink and got up from her seat, "I'm doing it." Looking in the reflection of the tissue box on the table to check how she looked, she fixed her smudged lipstick and ruffed her hair before nodding solemnly at Jules and turned around.
As she made her way to the bar, she could hear Jules cheering on her fueling her sudden confidence.Â
The man of the hour was there where she saw him last. Her steps faltered as she realized that she had no idea how to approach him. What was she going to say? Oh my god, she was totally going to make a fool of herself. If she was not going to die for his rejection, she sure is going to die of embarrassment.Â
She was almost about to turn around and abort the mission when his eyes met hers.
Well, fuck. There was no way she was going to back down now.
She regained her confidence and smiled at him while closing the distance between them. She smiled at him. Who was she? Did someone drug her drink?
He smiled back at her, turning so that he'd be facing her once she reached him and she almost stopped to pinch herself to see if she was hallucinating or something.
"Hey," she said once she stood in front of him. Good, she thought, let's start with something simple.
"Hi," he smiled back at her. Â
Okay, okay, it's going good, isn't it? He hasn't ignored me, that must mean something, right? Yes, that he wasn't a rude asshole was her sobering thought.
"So," y/n started trying to take to time while she figured what to say, "I saw a video the other day," was what she ended up with.Â
The handsome stranger lifted his eyebrows in amusement and took a sip of his beer. Y/n took that as a "go on then".
"There was this woman that basically dared anyone watching to go up to the person who they thought was the most beautiful person in the room and tell them exactly that." Well, let's just get it out of the way, I guess, she thought. "So, here I am," she added as if it wasn't clear enough.
However, as she saw the man's smile widen, y/n suddenly realized how really screwed she was. This man was way out of her league.
"Well, now that I'm here, I should also mention that you've really good at what you do too."Â
"Not to sound rude or anything," he spoke for the first time that evening and y/n had already decided that he had been the gods' favourite in another life before he opened his mouth but now? as he heard his low and raspy voice? she was sure he had been at least a demi-god, "did you lost a bet or something?" he asked, his grey eyes boring into hers like he was looking into her soul. Â
Who was this guy? and why was she feeling like this? Get a grip, y/n, she scolded herself.
"Is it that obvious?" y/n's shoulders slouched as some of the tension left them, a nervous laugh leaving her mouth.Â
"I saw you downing your drink like it was some kind of bravery potion before you came here," he explained with a light scroll of his shoulders. "Not that I mind though," he added with what should be an illegal smirk. Smug.
"Yeah, I'm sure you've heard it countless time only tonight." Let's joke on it, she thought, there's still a chance I can come clean out of this mess.Â
He chuckled and, not leaving her eyes, he slipped a hand through his loose hair pushing it back. "I meant that if you hadn't come I would probably found an excuse to come up to you too." He leaned back onto the bar looking completely unbothered, not as if he had said something that made her feel on fire.Â
"Looks like I've to thank your friend for my luck." Looking over your shoulder, he held one of his hands up and lightly waving at Jules, y/n figured.
"Yeah, let's not tell her that or I will never hear the end of it." Rolling her eyes, y/n also leaned on her arm resting on the bar next to him. Whether it was the fact that all the cards were on the table or that what he said meant that he had to somewhat like her, she felt more relaxed than a couple of minutes ago.
"Before I make this solemn oath, I think it would be appropriate to know your name, don't you think?"
"It's y/n," she held her hand up for him to shake. However, he had something else in mind since when he took hold of her hand he turned it and held it up to his lips to leave a soft kiss on it. Y/n almost rolled her eyes at the gesture if it wasn't for his eyes. They didn't move from hers and she found that she didn't want to stop looking at him. Like she was in a trance. Yes, he was handsome, even more so up close, so of course he was nice to look at but that wasn't why. It's the way his eyes glimmered as they watched her, the gentleness with which he was holding her hand, the softness of his lips on her skin. What would they feel like on her lips, she wondered.
"I'm Sirius."Â
And that's how it all started. A silly video sent almost automatically to her best friend and an outrageous bet made y/n's night definitely interesting. To her luck though, Sirius became a permanent presence and not a one-night sensation.
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ASSASSINâS MODERN DAY PROFESSIONS
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ALTAĂR
College Professor
-We all know that AltaĂŻr has spent most of his life teaching, so what better job does he have than a college professor?
-He knows what heâs talking about, that much is certain, but sometimes he gets a little too lost in his lesson to realize that his students are scratching their heads. So itâs normal to have students staying after class, but they leave understanding every word of what he said.
-Heâs not the fun teacher, but heâll be able to teach you what you need and still remember it at the end of the day.
-Heâs pretty lenient, and even with the obnoxious students who cause a scene, he calmly gets them to at least do their work.
-Other teachers always use him as a reference when it comes to the perfect teacher.
EZIO AUDITORE
-I can see Ezio being a public speaker since heâs not all that scared of crowds and spends a lot of time giving advice, so I think heâd really enjoy being able to help a crowdïżŒïżŒ of people whose lives are falling apart
-Ezio would be the single anchor in a sea of storms because he always seems to have an answer for everything. Heâs a man whose words are turned into inspirational quotes that people hang on their walls.
-When he says that things will be okay, no one doubts him since they know that he lost his father and his brothers very early on and that it took years for Ezio to accept the loss the way he had. If he could soldier through it, why couldnât they?
-He doesnât involve himself in politics, finding them to be a waste of time and breath despite how many people ask for his input on the political status of the country heâs staying in.
-He speaks to a lot of people in private, letting them speak their minds and giving his advice if they want it. Heâs a therapist without a license, and you always feel hopeful about life leaving his office.
Connor
Construction or Sports
-This boy was designed for heavy work, and Iâve heard some good points in saying that not only would he be amazing at sports, but heâd also really enjoy it too.
-In my personal headcanon, I think heâd be a good construction worker as well. Not the high end kind that build skyscrapers or anything, but I can see him building simple houses for small communities, taking the lower jobs that canât afford much help like the sweetheart he is. He definitely volunteers to make houses for the homeless.
-Since most of the homeless he helps donât have much money, he makes sure to offer them baked goods because heâs definitely a baker.
Edward Kenway
-As a young man, he joins the navy
-Once heâs on his own, he buys his own boat and treats it like royalty.
-Heâs not a pirate himself, but he does let less legal people on board for a price. At the time, it was just an easy cash pay since people paid good money when they were desperate.
-When heâs older and gets a grip on some of the people heâs helping (like the REALLY bad criminals) he quickly lets it go.
-Yet after seeing some of the more decent people and the places they were running from, I can see him being a sort of smuggler, but instead of smuggling drugs or weapons, he sells medicines, canned foods, and clothes to the regions where theyâre scarce or hard to pay for.
-When heâs older and found a fortune over time, he starts up his own official charity, hiring various sailers to sail supplies to more places than he himself could alone.
SHAY CORMAC
-Okay, I have to say it. Shay would DEFINITELY be an FBI spy. Maybe I havenât thought of it as heavily as I could, but he just strikes me as a man who could kill someone in plain sight and still not be seen.
-He already knows everything he can about infiltrating and getting vital information
-He knows exactly how to manipulate people to get what he wants.
-Heâs like Macgyver but as an agent.
-He does things that make sleeping at night impossible, but he tells himself that every long night for him is another person somewhere else having a peaceful night, and peaceful nights means heâs doing his job. Right?
-Constantly questions his morals, but he canât bring himself to stop, not knowing that heâd do if he stopped, because at least here heâs doing something. Heâs contributing.
-That and maybe I might or might not want to see Shay in a suit đ€·ââïž
AVELINE
-Actress. And a damn good one. Sheâs one of the kind of people who get paid millions each job and gives most of her cash on people who really need it. Not only that, sheâs a fan favorite everywhere.
-She takes extra jobs in smaller businesses barely staying afloat, and public morality boosts has nothing to do with it. In fact, she keeps her fame life out of everything, choosing to see it just as another job.
-I can see her sharing similarities of Zendaya or Zoe Zaldana
ARNO DORIAN
-High school teacher or actor, I canât decide.
-Because letâs be honest, this guys brain is more wrinkled than a raisin. He knows his stuff.
-Heâs good at simplifying what heâs saying, and that happens to be a very useful trait when it comes to teaching.
-If he was a teacher, heâd be a damn good one, thatâs for sure. No one will fail his class because heâs so good at explaining things, and heâd be the one who actually cares for his students.
-When it comes to acting... just admit that Arnoâs a theater boy through and through. If you need proof, heâs the only one with a crazy amount of fancy robes and colors. FOR GODS SAKE HE OWNS A THEATER! So on modern day, I could totally see him as an actor as well.
-Heâd be the Ewan Mcgregor of the modern day, because everyone recognizes him from SOMEWHERE because heâs really tested his acting ability on multiple various roles. Well read, charming, and level headed, heâd totally rock being an actor. Heâs good friends with Aveline, and when they both have time in their busy schedules, they stop by for coffee and fill each other in on their life.
JACOB
-Boxing
-I saw the photoshops of Jacob in boxer life, and I have not been the same because oh my god that is amazing.
-but absolutely heâd be a boxer. Heâs the shortest guy in the entire match, but he doesnât need a stool to knock you on your ass before you can laugh about it.
-His opponents are lucky shattering bones is against the rules because he knows how to make someone wish their dad wore a condom.
-A lot of people think that his rounds must be rigged, and his sister had to physically hold him back every time Jacob threatened to give him a close up of how âriggedâ his fights were.
-Jacobs a powder keg, so it doesnât take much to make him explode, and a lot of the less respectful people he has to fight picks particularly sore spots to do just that.
-He might be pissed, but his punch isnât the only thing that stings. He knows exactly what words to use, and when theyâve gone too far, he doesnât hold back.
-Might have a temper, but he has a good heart despite it all. He visits schools and completely turns his personality around with kids. He signs autographs, takes pictures, and makes sure that every one of them have a fun day because he knows that thereâs some kids in this school that donât have those kinds of days. He pays the school for field days each time, making sure they all get out. They bring out the scooters, parachutes, capture the flag, and âwrestlingâ matches for the kids who want to face him. He loses every time. He never has a bigger smile on his face than when he has children fans walk up to him.
EVIE
-She is totally a lawyer and you canât change my mind.
-Logic and Facts are her strongest weapons, and so far she has yet to lose a debate.
-Every other lawyer knows that seeing Evie walk into court is an instant death sentence, because like her brother, her words are sharp as a knife and her mind is even sharper.
-If they didnât look identical, no one would believe that she would be related with Jacob the hot headed boxer, because she was level as water and was near impossible to make angry, but god help the poor sod that presses her.
-Her clients almost always get the best case scenario with Evie by their side by how good she is.
-Also like her brother, children are her weak spot, and her hard composure melts whenever she needs to speak to a child in the witness post, making sure that the child feel comfortable unlike the others that drill the kid with questions when theyâre too skittish to answer. She takes her time and gets the kid feeling safe, and gently asks their side.
-Evie might not do it as a profession, but Evie has beaten Jacob in the boxing ring in the gym. She knows damn well how to handle herself, knowing sheâd need it since sheâd be fighting corrupt politicians or gang members who have too often tried attempts at her life. Every time she emerged unscathed, using the attempt at even more evidence against them and insuring a spot in jail. No one dared try attacking her again after that.
BAYEK
-Iâm thinking police officer or motivational speaker for trauma.
-Either way, heâs a guardian who takes care of the people heâs in charge of. He knows words well, and having been down the dark path himself, he knows exactly what people experience and what they want to hear.
-Be the change you want to see in the world, and thatâs exactly what heâs doing.
-Heâd be a well respected officer, and heâs not afraid of telling off a comrade if someone is wrongfully accused. Heâs not very popular in the police station, but as long as heâs doing his job, heâs satisfied.
-Heâs saved several people over the course in his life, and his word is well honored since heâs on no ones side. He sees things as what they are and doesnât twist events he disagreed with to his point of view. Even if it hurts him personally, he doesnât lie.
-Heâs divorced, but theyâre still best friends with each other and visit when they can.
AYA (ran out of gifs. Sorry)
-She is hands down a self defense teacher for women
-She sells hidden self defense tools for less than ten dollars, always sure to keep constantly supply of them since many have confessed that theyâve saved them from dangerous situations.
-Like her former husband, sheâs a protector and makes sure she provides her students with the best.
-She teaches children what to do if they ever get grabbed, and sheâs had many parents in years thanking her when that information ended up saving their childâs life.
ALEXIOS
-Hands down he is a stunt double
- Preferably Arnoâs since he relies more on flexibility than brute strength. Then thereâs the fact that they look similar enough in features
-He does the moves that would probably be safer if they were just CGI, but he hates those computers with a passion, preferring to do the real thing instead of giving out something fake. Heâs broken more bones than he can count, and the companies he works with always have a medic on standby when something goes wrong.
-They tried convincing him that they only needed him for a few spots, but after realizing that he wanted this (and him assuring them that he doesnât bother with suing), they let him do his thing. The results are fruitful since the most nitpicky movie fans are absolutely thrilled when thereâs a particular move done right.
-He teaches Arno a good few things about how to do action scenes, and theyâre definitely good friends.
KASSANDRA
-Roller Derby
-She lives for throwing people and smacking them without being judged for it, so the Derbyâs her safe spot.
-Everyone on the opposing team is terrified of her, always scared when they see her devilish smile, knowing that theyâre about to get their asses handed to them. Like her brother, sheâs an adrenaline junky, and when sheâs not doing the derby, sheâs going off into car races in a water trench. Sheâs surprisingly very good with cars too, knowing the inside and out of a car like the back of her hand.
-She loves it when men try to catcall her. It gives her a perfect opportunity to punch them in the face.
-She loves the races themselves because no one expects it. Sometimes she pretends to act like a beginner and absolutely slaughter them, giving them a nice wink before driving out with her cash.
-Only has a soft spot for the girl who visits her on weekends. Sheâs practically her older sister, and there will be hell to pay if her favorite kid gets hurt in any way.
EIVOR
-BACA(Bikers Against Child Abuse)
-The moment I saw this, I instantly thought about them.
-they would absolutely be a part of this
-Looking all badass in leather while turning into a softie for children? Thatâs Eivors entire character right there.
-Eivors not afraid to get physical with an abuser. Theyâd beat the abuser to a pulp and right after take the child out for ice cream.
-No one messes with Eivor, knowing that their lenience was stretched only for children. Anyone else tried to pressure her? Your teeth would be shattered and theyâd wear the bits for a necklace.
-Children are much more brave around them because theyâre tougher than their parent and on their side, so theyâre not afraid to give them to the police
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Mess We Made - second (m)
Pairing: Baekhyun x reader
Genre: arranged marriage au (not bbh), doctor AU, university AU (this chapter only), fluff, ANGST
Words: 12K
WARNINGS: language, unprotected sex, terrible family relations, stalking
Quick A/N: Goodness. This is long. I need to sleep! ENJOY! And thank you for patiently waiting â€
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>> A very special shoutout to @byunfirstlady because she rocks and deserves all the best! ><
parts: first -- second -- third -- fourth (last)
Mess We Made, part 2
Gentle puffs of hot air were hitting the shell of your ear as he was whispering something to you. The tip of his nose was poking you in the side of your cheek and you giggled, squirming away from him but his hand under your shirt and on your hip were preventing you from doing so.
âWhere are you off to,â he whispered teasingly again, smiling widely as he bit your earlobe gently while his arm tightened around you. He wasnât letting you squirm away that easily. âItâs too early.â
âYou literally didnât let us sleep the whole night,â you whispered back, still shimmying under his wandering hand. âItâs basically time to get up and my eyes are stinging from having no rest,â you pouted, blinking them a few times to prove a point. You were lying on your back while Baekhyun was propped on one elbow, hovering over you. Baekhyunâs shirt was the only piece of clothing on you. While he was completely naked, it seemed to be his second nature by now. After so much time together, his personality and preferences were more than familiar to you.
âBecause I want to enjoy you as much as I can. And because I donât want you to go,â he whined quietly and you giggled again, turning on your side to face him, hiding in his chest. âI really donât want you to go, love. What do I do?â
You kissed his chest and looked up at him with a small smile. âI wonât go then.â
Baekhyun returned the smile but there was something in his eyes- that something giving you slight uneasiness. He was hesitating. Usually, he would immediately agree and it wasnât like he had to beg you to stay; if anything, you had to beg him to kick you out because there was no way you would willingly leave his place and his warmth by your own choice.
âBut I will have to go,â you added, verbalizing the sentence he secretly wished to hear but wouldnât voice it. âSince my parents are waiting for me.â You didnât give two damns about your parents. You really, really didnât. But Baekhyun did. So you should, too.Â
Baekhyun caressed your hip bone, his hand sliding over your tummy where he tickled you, causing you to squirm once again under his touch. âI will meet you later, if you want,â he said, smiling when he saw your lips widely stretched in a silent laugh. âWe can go to the coffee shop and be a little productive.â
You groaned, hiding your face in his chest again. Baekhyun let his hand slide over your back, enjoying the warmth your skin was emitting. âI donât want to study. I want to cuddle you and kiss you and just feel you.â
Baekhyunâs chuckle was quiet but so handsome. He kissed your neck lovingly, puckering his lips three, four times. His lips were so smooth and soft; you wished you could stop the time now and live in the moment forever. âYou felt me the whole night, didnât you?â he rasped.
âBesides,â you added and leaned back a bit to look at his affectionate gaze. âWe have some free time now before university starts.â His messy hair was falling over his eyes and you hummed, sliding your fingers through the strands, brushing them back and revealing his forehead. âLetâs make the most out of that. Just you and me.â
The air in the room felt warm. Whether it was from the activities you did the whole night or because you simply couldnât not blush under his hooded eyes, you wouldnât know. But when he leaned in to kiss you, unable to hold back any longer, you knew it was simply Baekhyunâs presence that was keeping you hot inside. With his hand on your naked skin, with his tongue teasing your lips or just a simple smile was what kept you burning hot, passion swallowing you and blinding you at the same time. If you were to keep walking, it was because of him. Thanks to him.
//
There were no cars parked in front of your house as you typed in the code for the tall wooden gate. Usually, there was some guest present but it was unusually peaceful. It almost made you excited because you naively believed your parents wouldnât be home. Them not being home equaled time to yourself and more time to think through how you would approach the upcoming (dreader) discussion.
Stupid marriage, you thought unhappily as you entered the house. Making a beeline towards the kitchen, you were surprised yet again to find it empty. Wasn't it almost lunch time? Where were the maids? And the cooks?
It was all too strange which made you walk around, what was an obviously empty, house in order to find someone. Sure, your house was huge, and getting easily lost in it was a common issue for guests who were not hosted well, but this was beyond everything you expected.
Making the final decision to check your fatherâs office, you stopped in front of the sturdy wooden door. No sounds were coming from there, but the wood was too thick anyways. Clearing your throat gently, you opened the door and walked in the spacious room. It was also vacant, his chair turned to the side as if someone stood up from it in a hasty manner. Some documents were scattered around his otherwise well-organized table, so there wasn't anything out of ordinary until you felt a presence behind you, and you turned. You let out a shocked gasp when you saw your motherâs strict, emotionless face while standing straight with her arms crossed on her chest. She was, as per usual, well-dressed, her make-up one shade too light for her darker skin making her seem almost lifeless. You shuddered, but before you could react, she snapped.
âDo you like what you see? Empty house, no maids to run around you nor your family to welcome you?â
This time, you were really startled by her words. âWhat?â
âThis is what will happen if you continue disobeying us, dear daughter. There won't be anyone to tend to your needs, no one to cook for you, to clean for you, not even me and your father will be there if you continue meeting that boy.â
You snorted, disbelief written all of your face as you sent daggers with your eyes. She dared to attack and mention Baekhyun again? âWhat is wrong with you-â
âWhere were you last night until now?â
Scrambling to compose your still shocked state, you muttered: âYou know where I was.â
She let out a humorless laugh and you noticed her jaw clenching. âWhat do you think you are doing? What were you even doing?â She reached out to the collar of your dress and yanked it sideways, revealing your collarbones along with your shoulder. Even though you didn't see exactly what she was looking at, you knew very well what she found there. You felt your heart jump in fear.
âFooling around with him in bed?â she grumbled and snapped her cold eyes at you. âLetting him mark you? You little bitch.â The back of her hand landed with your cheek, the sting bringing tears to your eyes as your head snapped to the side, your hair covering half of your face from the strong blow. ïżœïżœïżœHow stupid must you be to be this irresponsible?!â
You held the abused cheek, biting your lip hard to prevent you from letting out a sob. You turned at her. âHow dare you! I told you I will not comply and let that other man touch me-â
Her hand landed again on your cheek; the other one. âWrong answer.â
You stepped away from her before she could hit you again, now letting the tears fall from your eyes. âYou're crazy, mother,â you whispered, âyou and father are both crazy.â
âThat other man is your future husband,â she seethed, making a menacing step closer to you which prompted you to step back. âAnd he won't accept you cheating behind his back with some kid-â
âStop talking about him like he is a no one!â you screeched loudly, losing your calm, surprising your mother and yourself in the process. Seeing your mother was finally silenced, you added: âHe is the one I love, mum! I already said I will marry the guy, but you cannot take Baekhyun away from me! He is the only good thing I have in my life,â you cried. Your tears were scorching hot on your already reddened cheeks, just like Baekhyun's warmth that you were supposed to leave behind.Â
âThe only good thing?â she repeated, disgusted. âAfter everything we have provided for you - you always had food and luxury! The least you can do to repay us is to do as we say!â she shouted, swishing her hands in the air. âI didn't even tell you off when you kept bringing bad grades home. I didn't bother. After all, you went to a useless, regular high school with no reputation. But right now, when I am telling you to do as I say, you decide to go against me?! I won't tolerate it! You will break up with him, and you will marry Mr Kwon. I made arrangements already, and he wonât impregnate you until you are done with university.â
Your gasp was loud, overwhelming the both of you, but your mother was faster to brush it off and continue with her nonsense. Her words were like a cut of a dagger; precise, because she knew your weak points, and very painful, because her goal was to wound you and eventually destroy you, leaving you in pain that would make you surrender to her orders.
âImpregnate?â you finally let out, voice trembling. âWhat the actual hell! I TOLD YOU. I am not letting him touch me.â
âWell,â she pressed an ugly, wrinkly smile, âyou will have to. We need an heir. A boy.â
Sick. You were sick to your stomach at the idea of Mr Kwon smiling at you, let alone touch you at your most private parts and let him take you. The idea was maddening, and you desperately wanted to pull at your hair, hoping it would be a good enough sign for your mother to understand you didn't want to be part of an arranged marriage.
âMum,â you whimpered finally, letting more tears fall as you connected your hands in front of your chest, pleading. âMum, please. Don't do this. I will⊠I will do anything else you want me to, but please⊠You can't simply let him sleep with me.â
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. âYou're acting as if you haven't been bedded already,â she said through gritted teeth. She was so disgusted by you, you couldn't help but take the hurt. Family was supposed to support you, be warm and kind and helpful, but her and your father were anything but. However, it never ceased to hurt you; the way she looked impersonal towards you, and right now, disgusted. As if you were some trash; someone unworthy of love and understanding.Â
âPlease,â you whispered, closing your eyes for a moment.
âWash up,â she grumbled resolutely before her eyes fell on the still exposed shoulder, âand hide that stupid mark with some make-up. Mr Kwon will be over for dinner-â
âNO!â you screeched, stomping your foot. âI WILL NOT MEET HIM!â
âUnless you want me to beat you up until your pretty-for-nothing face is marked just like he marked your neck, then I advise you to go. Wash. Up.â She turned around and walked away with resolute steps.
There was a crack within you; it literally felt like a knife slashing through your weak organ that was your heart.
âYouâre cruel, mother!â you shouted after her, despite her not paying you any more attention, and you ran out of the office and up the wide staircase that would lead you to the only place you could hide in. Your room.
Shaky hands grabbed at the hair tie, yanking it out of your hair and throwing it across the spacious room. It was followed by your dress, also thrown to the other side while you stomped to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you. Its surface was cold on the skin of your naked back as you slid down, sobbing.
How many times have you been in this position already? How many times have you cried like this, despair pooling in the pit of your stomach, hoping, praying that things would somehow magically turn over and youâd feel some sort of relief? That relief never came and your misery would only worsen. Maybe it was exactly because of your high hopes, you thought as your sobbing slowly ceased, leaving you with only quiet whimpers and a throbbing headache. Maybe it was because, at the end of the day, youâd have Baekhyun who would bring out all the best and kindest and the most positive parts out of your suffering soul.
The thought of him made you only weep again, but you became determined as well. For him, youâd do anything. Anything.
He said to obey.
And you would.
//
Just before the main guest would arrive, your mother pushed a familiar pink gift bag into your hand. âYou didnât even open this ever since you decided to grace us with your presence,â she pressed through her gritted teeth, holding back from raising her voice. As much as she wished to smack you, she also didnât want to cause a ruckus just before Mr Kwon would arrive. She needed you to look your best, which you did. âOpen it and make sure to mention the gift,â she ordered and took a sharp look-over at your dressed up figure.
As promised, you hid all the hickeys Baekhyun left on you blinded by his passion and desire last night. The polite black dress was hugging your curves just in the gentlest ways, not too much but still leaving a good image of what you were hiding underneath. The colour of your stockings was of your skin, but with a glistening touch, making your legs look more desirable. Hair politely combed, wavy at the ends and tucked behind your ears. Perfect.
âFinally you know how to dress up properly to your age,â mumbled your mother. When you didnât respond and averted your gaze to the ground, she hesitated before heaving out a sigh. âHeâll be here soon,â she turned around to leave your room. âPrepare.â
You were surprised when your mother shut the door quietly behind herself, giving you the necessary time to actually get ready and collect your thoughts.
The bag, just as yesterday, felt heavy in your fingers and you decided to finally take out the small, cream-coloured box, most probably promising a pricey gift. Sitting down at the edge of your bed, you quickly opened it to find a pretty set of earrings and a necklace. Earrings consisted of two pearls while the necklace was a simple silver necklace with a single pearl in the middle.
Noticing their unusual shape, you could tell right away that they were real pearls. Each piece of irregular shape made the actual stone throw all kinds of colors of the rainbow. It was beautiful, it really was, but not something youâd expect from someone you had never met. It strengthened the idea that what was about to go down in the future was, in fact, real. He was pursuing you.
Sighing tiredly, you felt your eyes burning up once again but was abruptly stopped when your phone vibrated on the vanity where you left it. Quickly moving to take it, you instantly smiled when you saw Baekhyunâs picture and his caller ID on display.
âBaby,â you sighed breathily, eager to hear his voice.
First you heard his handsome chuckle before he spoke: âMy princess. Just wanted to check on you. I told you to text me once youâre home,â he scolded gently.
You bit your lip before quickly releasing it, remembering you had lipstick on. âSorry I got⊠busy,â you murmured eventually. Not sure whether to tell him about the dinner, you decided to keep quiet. If he heard your uncertainty, heâd know something was up right away.
He hummed. âThere was no trouble, right?â His voice was careful, hesitant. He always trusted you but he also knew you would lie if he asked.
You lied anyway. âOf course. You know Iâm not that easily breakable, right? There is no need to worry, Baekhyun.â
He sighed. âI always worry about you.â And about your family hurting you. He kept that to himself though. âBut as long as I hear your voice and know your fine, itâs more than enough.â
You closed your eyes, desperately wishing you could be with him, in his bed, while he studied and youâd observe him. Anything would be better than the situation you were in now. âI miss you.â
âI miss you, too,â he was fast to reply. âAlways. I missed you even before you left this morning.â
You giggled, covering your mouth even though no one saw you. âIâll gladly sneak out tonight.â
âNo. Stay home. Donât want you getting into trouble-â
âYou know Iâd do it even with you disapproving.â
âOh, I know you would, sweetheart. I know.â
âIâd do anything for you, Baekhyun,â you whispered, âin a heartbeat.â
He was silent for a moment. You werenât sure why he wasnât replying, but then again, your words bore quite a powerful meaning. âAnd Iâd do anything to protect you and keep you happy.â
Burning tears came to life when you heard his low voice, sending shocks down your body. âThen never leave me.â
Silence again.
âBaekhyun,â you muttered, âpromise me you wonât leave me.â
Why wasnât he replying as fast as he did just a few moments ago? Were you asking for too much? Were you crossing boundaries? That made you scoff. You and him had such a strong and intimate relationship, there was no space for any boundaries. Your relationship seemed to be limitless.
âI wonât leave you, love,â was his answer finally. âI love you too fucking much for me to leave you.â
âThen thatâs enough,â you sighed shakily, knowing it was time for you to hang up and face the dreaded. âAs long as I know you love me and wonât leave me, all will be well.â
//
The silence in the dining room was one of the worst things your life had put you through. The chewing sounds, clinking of the cutlery along with slurping were the only noises that you heard physically, while your mind was about to explode with your thoughts.
Mr Kwon was sitting directly opposite you, to your misfortune, while your parents were seated in their usual spots, your father being at the head of the table. It was almost the absolute end of you when the servers put octopuses on the table as the main dish. Shooting them a horrified glare, they could only widen their eyes at you, silently asking for your forgiveness when they knew octopuses made you puke your guts out. Just the sight triggered your gag reflex and you ended up swallowing the rice through the wrong pipe, causing you to start a spree of aggressive coughing. Definitely not lady-like.
âOh my, look at you,â chided your mother who was next to you, tapping your back with good enough power. âYou eat too fast, darling,â she said knowingly and when you turned to glare at her, she only chuckled, taking in your red face.
âMaybe have octopuses,â suggested Mr Kwon with a chuckle as he reached for one right away. âThey certainly won't make you suffocate.â
Your presence alone is suffocating enough, you thought bitterly but made sure to break a smile to show respect even though it was killing you. Quickly reaching for a jar with water, you wanted to pour yourself some very much needed liquid when you saw the man's hand in your line of vision, and he poured you water.
âEat carefully, miss,â he murmured, giving you the slightest of honest smiles.
You bowed your head in gratitude before gulping down. It gave you the relief you desperately seeked, but the sight of the octopuses was creating an uncomfortable bulge in your stomach.
âSo, now that we enjoyed the main dishes, we shall talk about some business, what do you say, Mr Kwon?â suggested your father in a friendly manner, connecting his fingers as he rested his elbows on the table.
Mr Kwon nodded. âOh, yes, we shall do that. The meal was terrific, by the way.â
âThank you, I will make sure to tell the kitchen staff,â smiled brightly your mother, hiding her grin behind her hand. You tried not to shudder at the tense, over-polite atmosphere, but on the other hand you were dying to find out more about your fate. With Baekhyun on your mind, you braced yourself, ready to fight for whatever was to come.
Your father gave you a brief glance before facing the expectant Mr Kwon. âWell, I suppose we should set a wedding date. Given we discussed most of the business part, we should now focus on you and our daughter.â
âYes, yes. I would like to suggest marriage once she enters university,â proposed Mr Kwon importantly and you felt blood leaving your face immediately. âAs you know, I would also like to get to know her better and I believe that if we will start our marriage early on, we both can earn ourselves some valuable time before starting a family. I also do not want her to steer away from me too much.â
No. No, no, no. âActually, may IÂ say-â
âNo, you may not,â muttered your mother, squeezing your thigh under the table. She quickly looked at Mr Kwon who had a questioning look. âWould you like the ceremony when her first semester starts? You see, she is a good student, so I'd like her not to steer away from her studies too much.â
Surprised, you stole a glance at your mother, but she was facing your future husband. Your heartbeat was frantic in your chest and you swore you would pass out at the idea of your mother trying to protect you in some twisted manner, despite her fighting you like a wild bull.
âWhat do you suggest, then?â asked Mr Kwon, his attention fully on your mother.
She took a deep breath and her hand left your thigh, leaving behind a warm, but uncomfortable feeling on your skin. âMarriage after graduation.â
The man in question raised his eyebrows slowly, thinking over the suggested idea. Meticulously, he scrutinized your mother before his eyes fell on your wavering gaze. It was almost scorching, and you couldn't help but look down at your lap where your hands were politely connected. Noticing the sickeningly white skin of your knuckles, you didn't realize you were squeezing them together in order to fight the nerves.
âAlright,â he rasped eventually, causing you to raise your head in hope. âUnder some conditions, though.â
Your heart died a little bit at that, but it didn't matter. You had four years ahead. Four years of freedom. With Baekhyun. âI am to do what my initial plan was,â he started, âand that is to get to know my future wife well. I do respect her needs, however I would like to visit her on various occasions and take her out, too. She shouldn't be a newbie to the house where I live in, so I demand to have at least one night with her-â
âOh, Mr Kwon,â chimed in your mother nonchalantly, while your father shot her a warning look, âlet me remind you that we would like our daughter to finish her bachelor degree on time. Which means we wouldn't want unwelcome pregnancies or such.â
Your throat went dry and you almost whimpered at the horrific idea.
âAre you suggesting no physical contact until after marriage?â
âExcuse me,â you said in a tiny tone, withering under the adults' strict gazes, âbut this is my life and my body we talk about here.â You bravely looked at Mr Kwon's face. âAs much as I understand and respect your request, I do not wish to do anything more until we know each other well enough,â you hesitated, before adding, âuntil I feel ready. You know yourself that I am still young and have a desire to live a little bit before I will settle down with you.â
âBy living a little bit I hope you do not mean finding other boyfriends,â he cut in, the slightest of scoffs tinting his voice. âFrom this moment on, you are to tend to me only.â
âActually-â
âActually,â this time your mother cut in, her hand back on your thigh, wordlessly silencing you, âwe understand your request.â She paused and you held your breath. âWe agree, of course. She shouldn't be seeing anyone else besides you.â
âAnd has she been seeing anyone else before?â quipped Mr Kwon, leaning back in his chair, his stance somehow lazy. âDoes she have experience? Has she been bedded before?â
You winced and your head snapped to your father, your eyes pleading with him to do something.
âI'd rather notâŠâ your father trailed off, obvious discomfort on his face, âtalk about this. We promised you our daughter and we are willing to make the wedding ceremony once she graduates in four years. Until then, you are to pursue her,â he decided, authority now dripping from his voice. âFeel free to contact her, but our conditions are as I stated just now. Marriage after graduation. Otherwise, we comply with your requests to be with her. She won't be seeing anyone else. Do not worry, Mr Kwon.â
Mr Kwon was watching you and that scared you. Was the fact that you were in a relationship written all over your face? You hoped not, even though you desperately wanted to tell him that yes, indeed, you had a boyfriend. You already had someone who occupied every possible space in your heart and in your mind.
âAlright,â said the guest, âmay I suggest a little talk face to face here with our young miss?â
âBut of course!â agreed your mother without hesitation and in no time, her and your father were gone, both of them shooting you warning glares. If only they could support you for once. Was that too much to ask for? Though you had to be honest. You were satisfied that you still had something you could hold for yourself.
âMiss,â Mr Kwon snapped you out of your thoughts. He stood up and walked over to you, motioning for you to stand up as well. You hastily did, quickly adjusting your skirt, which didn't go unnoticed by his sharp eyes. Feeling your cheeks reddening, you didn't look up.
He was quiet for a little while longer before softly muttering: âMy gift looks very pretty on you. I have to say, I feel baffled that you decided to wear the pearls for me.â
Your breath hitched in your throat, but you still refused to look up at him. It was anything but for him.
âI assume you must be startled by the events, but I assure you I won't harm you. In the adult world, it is only normal to follow natural instincts though,â he murmured again as he made a step closer. âAnd you are definitely a breath-takingly beautiful young woman.â Suppressing the shivers, you nodded to show you were listening. He chuckled lowly. âNo need to be shy around me. I prefer my women brave and confident. Like they know what they want.â
You raised your head now, reciprocating the eye contact. âIn that case - I am still eighteen, Mr Kwon. I would appreciate it if you respect that.â
âI didn't even do anything,â he laughed again, shaking his head, taking your words as a joke. âBut I like it. Okay. You got me. I will ask your parents for your telephone number and from now on,â he paused and leaned in a little closer, his strong cologne hitting your nose, âwe shall deal with everything privately. Just the two of us.â He leaned back, checking your face for some reaction. You were shaken. âAlright?â
You nodded, wanting it to be quickly over. âAlright.â
âI'll make sure no one else will roam around you, miss. From today on, you are mine.â
//
It was yet another of the many times that you cried in your bed. Guilty feelings eating you away, the creeping sense of disgust at everything that you had to listen to and become part of sooner than later.
You were trying to think your situation over - how you could trick Mr Kwon to make him believe you weren't seeing anyone. In a way, you were thankful your mother and father never mentioned you already having a boyfriend as much as you wanted to shout it to the whole world. It was better to keep Baekhyun a secret which was basically one step to being in a relationship you didn't want to be. Baekhyun already became a forbidden fruit and you wondered what would happen if Mr Kwon found out.
//
You never told Baekhyun what was the deal between your parents and Mr Kwon. As much as he knew you were secretive and he tried to be the same Baekhyun as before, you couldnât help the lurking feeling of your relationship's dynamics suddenly changing.
It shifted.
Unfortunately, in the wrong direction.
Itâs been almost four years now that youâve been attending university, meaning the sacred time to part was coming up, and you saw your boyfriend less and less. Even if the weather was nice and all youâve asked was five minutes of his precious time, Baekhyun slowly but surely refused to give it to you. He would make sure to make it up later but the slightest hint of distance was palpable in his eyes and his touches.
In the beginning, you still enjoyed each other as much as you used to. He would bring you along to parties and show everyone you were together. You would bring him along to your get-togethers and make sure all the ladies knew he was yours. You slept at his place whenever you could and you were still just as crazy about each other as you used to be.Â
It was only once Mr Kwon started to take you out, asking for dinner dates and sometimes even making unannounced visits, was when your relationship started to break. You hated that word dearly; to break. You hated to use that word in the same sentence with Baekhyun's name. But you got the hunch that Baekhyun was suspicious. He knew something was up, he was not dumb. Suddenly, it was you rejecting his advances, it was you busy and with little time to spare. So you made sure he wouldn't get the hint and masked everything. Mr Kwon was not allowed to give you unannounced visits and you had to meet him somewhere far away from campus (it was convenient since he always treated you to expensive, tasteless food in Gangnam).
Over those few years, you and Baekhyun developed a routine; at the beginning of each semester, both of you exchanged your timetables. But in your final year, despite you knowing about Baekhyun's whereabouts, he would either stay later in school or hang out with his classmates. Thankfully, he took you many times with him - to lunches and dinners and get-togethers. Many of his friends there had girlfriends and you were never surprised that Baekhyun managed to win over almost everyone in his year. Because even if you were there as his girlfriend, his hand on your thigh to prove it, there were still so many girls, younger and older, swallowing him up with dark, hungry eyes.
Just where did the good old days go? In the good old days, you would be inseparable. There was no one who could stay between you two, even if it was your evil parents. He would kiss you, you would hug him, he would caress you and you would lay your head on his shoulder. Youâd sneak out to see him, and he would create a new, safe home for you even if it meant just for a night. You risked so much to be with him; even now when you were under a scrutinizing watch of Mr Kwon, youâd always go and try to see Baekhyun.
So why was Baekhyun acting like this? With every passing day, he would drift away from you and you felt like you were trying to grasp onto him desperately, preventing him from leaving your side. Baekhyun was always by your side. He belonged there.
You were in your final year now, the beginning of a brand new, and last, semester when you decided to sign up for a fashion design class. You werenât sure why you did it; the constant doodling as a way to get rid of your negative emotions, you grew to love grabbing a pencil and just let the sharp tip of it slide on the crisp surface of the paper. Fashion was something you always had to excel at given your reputation so when you found yourself sketching some pretty lingerie, you decided it wouldnât be a bad move to attend a class that you actually liked, unlike the rest.
âBut why does it have to be in the evening?â whined Baekhyun who was walking you to the seminar room. His hair was messy and it wasnât because of your fingers. Apparently he had been in the library since 6am.
You sighed, and hugged your books closer to your chest, the chilly autumn evening catching you unprepared. You loved the deep red dress you wore today, but not only you were cold, but the heels were killing your feet too. âYouâre always busy, Baekhyun. Why is it suddenly so difficult for you to accept that I will be busy one evening out of seven?â
He went silent and you knew you hit a sensitive spot. âYouâre right.â
That made you feel⊠disappointed. He wouldnât even try to fight anymore.
âLetâs talk after your class,â he suggested when you stopped in front of the classroom. There was some movement inside, most probably the professor preparing the materials for the seminar.
Baekhyunâs words left you feeling uneasy. âAbout what?â
He looked at you but his gaze was unreadable. He didnât smile but didnât frown either, until you saw the slightest clench of his jaw before he relaxed it. âAbout us.â
You instantly had tears in your eyes but you pressed your lips together, praying you wouldnât start wailing now. Despite that, you shivered. âMaybe another time,â you tried.
âSweetheart,â he sighed, running his hand through his hair. âI really need to talk to you.â
âSo when you want to talk to me I need to have time but when I was chasing you the past years, you couldnât even give me five goddamn minutes of your precious time!â
He was taken aback at the raise of your voice but didnât comment on it, nor did he act upon it. âI think you know that we have too many unresolved issues.â
âI donât want to solve them,â you replied stubbornly.
He frowned. âWhat? Whatâs the matter with you?â he asked, exasperated. âYouâve been acting so strange,â he added, saying your name with so much seriousness it made you shiver again. âAll I want is to talk.â
âBut you will break up with me,â you said, voice low now and your chin trembling. âI know it. And I donât want to.â
âNo,â he was fast to whisper, shaking his head as he stepped closer to you, âI donât want to break up with you, angel,â he whispered into your ear now, his hands gently cradling your head as he hugged you to him.
You whimpered, dropping your books so you could squeeze his slim waist and hide your face in his chest. His sweater had a pleasant scent of his detergent and it made you feel instantly at home. âThen what is it,â you gritted your teeth to prevent yourself from sobbing.
He sighed, knowing how he must have shattered you over the time. He grew distant, he was aware of that. But Baekhyun was also a perfectionist. He had to excel in classes, he had to make sure he knew what he was doing in order to become a qualified doctor as he always dreamed about. However, him being meticulous with his studies made him lose someone who was very special to him - you. âI miss you,â he whispered. âI just want to make sure we are in the clear. I want to spend more time with you. But I want to talk.â
âIâve been missing you for so long,â you mumbled, ignoring the few students who were passing by and entering your classroom. He had a sad look on his face and you werenât sure you wanted to know why. âIâll come to your place. Will the other guys be out?â
He grasped your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. âI donât know. I donât care. Just head straight to my place, alright?â he said, attempting to smile.
Baekhyun was sharing an apartment with his friends just across the campus so it was convenient for him and for you. Even though they could be annoying sometimes, they knew not to play around you too much, given how ignorant you were towards anyone that wasnât a Byun Baekhyun.
You nodded and Baekhyun hummed in acknowledgment, leaning in to kiss your forehead. You sighed, satisfied.Â
ïżœïżœïżœEnjoy your class,â he murmured, his lips still brushing your skin. âI'll be waiting for you.â
Before he could let go of your hand and walk away, you pulled him towards you, ignoring his questioning gaze and stood on your tiptoes, pressing your lips together. You felt him heave out a soft breath before he cradled your face and angled you up to have better access as he teased you with his tongue.
Someone cleared their throat out of nowhere and you gasped, disattaching from Baekhyun's lips a smooch that made you blush. He let go of you when he zoomed in on someone and you turned to find a young professor standing in the doorway to the seminar room. âAre you joining my class?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Quickly bowing to him, you nodded, apologizing as you made your way to the classroom. Before the doors could completely close, you looked at Baekhyun who gave you a supportive smile.
//
You could smell cigarettes in the corridor as you stood in front of Baekhyun's apartment door. It wasn't the nicest building; some weird people lurking here and there, but you knew he worked hard to earn the place so you never told him how you actually felt about the place.
You typed in the code, letting yourself enter and quickly took off your heels, chasing the very much needed relief in your aching feet.
âYou came.â Baekhyun appeared from his room, a big grey hoodie and black pants looking extra comfortable and cuddly on him.
He walked over to you and this time he initiated the small kiss. âHow was class?â he asked, taking your bag from your hand as he moved to the kitchen. He was about to lift it up when your sketchbook fell out, the pages messily opening and splattering on the floor.
âIt went very well,â you answered, watching him slowly pick up the sketch book, his eyes drinking in what he was seemingly missing out on the past year. Your sketches.
âDid youâŠâ he trailed off, swallowing before looking up at you, âdid you draw this? Did you come up with this?â
âWell, I had to present something to the teacher so that I wouldn't look too lost in his fashion class,â you smiled cheekily, sensing the unease Baekhyun was suddenly full of. He let his eyes follow you as you stepped towards him, taking the sketchbook from his frozen hand. âThis is my personal favourite,â you said in a low voice, turning the pages until there were no more left. The last page was the only sketch you didn't show to your professor. Baekhyun was silent, but his eyes were sharp. They flickered from your face to the lingerie sketches that you were showing him.
Slowly, he took a deep breath, eyes scanning the figure that was resembling yours unlike the regular ones that you sketched before, for anyone's eyes. This one was meant for Baekhyun's eyes only and he was assured of it when he saw the small âunlock, bbhâ under the sketch.
You knew Baekhyun loved wearing black colours despite his favourite one being red. So you decided to combine the dark with a deep, sultry red that oozed sexiness and confidence. Lace was so thinly sketched, it almost seemed like your skin was tattered with it. You never liked wearing thongs, so you made sure the underwear would be comfortable for you, instead filling the space with lace and silk.
It was a luxurious piece that you were confident you could actually wear one day if you would be determined enough to bring it to life.
âYou see,â you started when silence was too much to bear, the growing tension made you feel all sorts of strong emotions, âI made it like a game for you, Baekhyun.â You took his index finger and pointed it at the paper where your left shoulder bra strap was drawn. âYou won't unlock me until you find out one crucial point of this set. If you do, you'll unlock the entire outfit,â you told him, your voice low. âAnd what do I mean by unlock?â you asked, letting go of his finger and he looked at you from his side. âYou'll get to see me in my whole glory. Just a simple click can give you access to everything that I am.â
Baekhyun was thinking about your words even though it had been a while since he spoke. Eventually, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control something you weren't aware of. âIs this what you did in your class?â
You snorted a laugh. âNo, Baekhyun. This is just for you. My present to you,â you smiled at the idea. âOne day.â
âHow can you be so fucking sexy inside and out?â he grumbled and with one arm swiftly brought you to his chest, his hand tightly gripping your waist. His eyes flickered all over your features, taking in the make-up and the red lipstick that you knew he adored so much. How could he let himself ignore you when you were a full meal, a huge prey for any man with bad and good intentions? How could he not appreciate you every single day and tell you that he loved you and wanted to make love to you every single time he saw you?
You smiled up at him and he lost it. Despite the trouble and negative tension he created, you still dared to smile at him?
He claimed your lips, catching you by surprise but you moaned instantly when you felt his hands drag downwards over your hips and bum until reaching the backside of your thighs. Both of you were so familiar with each other's actions, that Baekhyun didn't have to tell you to jump anymore. You did so without his order and when he had you in his arms, you felt him right at your center instantly. You gasped, reacting to his body as you tried to shimmy your middle over him and he grunted into the kiss.
âJesus, what are you doing to me, woman,â he breathed, his lips glistening with your mixed saliva before cradling your cheek with one hand, bringing you in for another dirty kiss.
You whined, growing wet right away. Squeezing his waist with your legs, he clumsily put you on the counter, accidentally knocking over some cups, but neither of you cared. Baekhyun was kissing your jaw, slowly making his way to your ear into which he whispered: âI need to fuck you right now.â He bit your earlobe and you moaned, wanting to close your legs but his hands were already pushing them apart. Your dress hiked up to your hips, revealing your underwear and you fumbled with his pants, your hands already inside to bring him out. Upon touching him, you gasped, looking at your boyfriend. He was hard.
âIt's what you do to me all the damn time,â he whispered, panting when he felt your light touch. âI told you years ago, didn't I?â he smirked and pushed your hand away, instead his hands grabbing you under your knees and yanking you to the edge so he could have better access. You whimpered, clenching around nothing when he pushed the crotch of your panties aside and felt his middle finger teasing you by letting it dip but not quite enter. âSo wet,â he breathed, looking at your blushed face. âLetâs dive, shall we?â he murmured, grabbing himself. You circled your arms around his neck, face buried in his neck as you felt him poke you. Lubricating himself he made sure to spread your arousal all over your womanhood. You whimpered and he finally pushed in. Both of you moaned in unison, the stretch so pleasurable it made you almost see stars.
âMmhhmm, you feel so good,â you moaned, closing your eyes and biting his earlobe. He was quick to reply when he set up a fast pace, chasing his release.
Both of you were panting, neither of you speaking as you were indulged in each other. Feeling the sweat prickling around your hairline, you kissed Baekhyun, who grunted, pushing extra deep and hitting your g-spot. You let go of the kiss with a smooch, moaning loudly into his mouth which he swallowed, his forehead pressed to yours. âIs it good? Am I making you feel good?â he breathed, puffs of air hitting your lips.
âYes, yes, you do,â you exhaled harshly as he slowed down, circling his hips to make sure he was touching every corner of you. You arched your back, your head hitting the cupboards you forgot were behind you. Just like that, both of you were laughing like crazy, Baekhyun smiling widely as he kissed your exposed neck while still deep inside you.
You cursed, still giggling. Bringing your face back, you took his face into your hands and kissed him as he took himself out of you completely and then slammed back in right away.
âIâm so fucking close,â he whispered between messy kisses. âI swear I'm gonna cum right now, princess.â
You wanted to tell him to wait for you, but instead you lead him on. âThen cum.â
âShould I pull out?â The urgency of his voice as he kept thrusting into you made you momentarily dizzy. He felt so good. âNo, donât pull out,â you breathed and he groaned loudly, hiding his face in your chest as was his habit when he was releasing. Exactly then, you felt hot spurts pumping into you. You felt so full but the satisfaction was anywhere near. You chose not to act up on your frustration, instead deciding to enjoy seeing Baekhyun in a bliss.
âI don't remember when was the last time I came this hard,â he told you, stilling completely, his breath fanning your lips as he was slowly coming down from his high. After a few moments, he kissed you sweetly. âSorry, baby. Let me-â
âNo, donât,â you said, the wetness leaking out of you and on the counter. His hand hovered above your bundle of nerves just above where he disappeared inside you. âIt's fine.â
âBut you didnât cum,â he muttered, embarrassed. âSorry⊠this is so ridiculous.â
âDon't be silly,â you said with a gentle tone and brushed his hair out of his sweaty forehead and leaned in to kiss it. âYou're so gorgeous, Baekyhun,â you told him when he finally focused his shy gaze on you. In response, he squeezed your thighs he was holding onto the whole time. The iron grip eased up into a gentle hold. You were sure you would bruise but damn, you didn't care.
He smiled and that was your biggest present. His smile that was meant for you. âThe one who is gorgeous is you. You made me cum so fast with just the idea of you wearing that lingerie⊠I'll make it up to you, I promise,â he whispered, kissing you again as he pulled out of you, once again causing you to moan at the friction.
Baekhyun cleaned up the mess quickly and sent you to wash up but before you could saunter off, he held your hand. âStay over tonight,â he requested softly.
Feeling yourself smile even wider, you gratefully accepted.
//
After eating dinner, it was already too late, so both of you moved to Baekhyun's room, deciding to talk like you wanted to.Â
He lent you his clothes and you relished in the feeling of getting lost in his hoodie. When he lied down, he opened his arms for you to find comfort in and you were fast to jump at him, causing him to grunt at the impact which made you giggle.
âAre you trying to say Iâm heavy!â you shrieked in mock anger, hitting his chest gently, and Baekhyun laughed.
âNo, never,â he hummed when you settled in, resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat sounded a little irregular.
Your mood instantly deflated. âSo,â you started, drawing circles on his pectoral with your finger. âWhat was it you wanted to talk about?â
He sighed gently and you felt his breath on your forehead. âI donât know how to begin.â
âFrom the start.â
Baekhyun clicked his tongue at your reply and you smiled though it didnât quite reach your eyes. âYouâre a teasing little thing, arenât you, my love.â
My love.
If he called you his love it meant he wouldnât break up with you, right?
âI just feel like âŠâ he trailed off, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. âYouâre in your final year.â
That sentence spoke volumes to you. The meaning behind it meant only one thing and it was that only thing youâd been trying to fight against and refuse to accept. Your time with Baekhyun was almost up.
âWonât you say something?â he asked softly when there was no answer from you.
This time you were the one who sighed and gently pushed yourself out of his grasp, to sit up facing him.
He mirrored you and sat opposite you. âBaby, what is going to happen?â
âI donât know,â you murmured, lowering your head. âI mean-â you looked up. âI wonât leave you, thatâs all I know for sure.â
Baekhyun wasnât satisfied with your answer. After all, you had the same answer years ago. He called your name. âWe cannot do this forever, you know? Both of us deserve to know where we stand. Itâs weird that youâve been promised to that man but there is no news about when you are supposed to get married?â he rumbled though his voice wasnât accusative.
Biting your lip, you avoided his eyes again by looking down.
âYou know stuff, donât you.â
You grit your teeth.
âWhat arenât you telling me, hm?â He waited for a moment and when you still refused to talk, he took a deep breath. âI canât believe youâve known stuff and not tell me!â
This time, he sounded angry. âNo, Baek, itâs not like that! I- yes, Iâm supposed to be marrying him after I graduate but-â
âThere is no but. There is only a period. You are marrying him after you graduate. Period.â
Your heart broke into two. Baekhyun was frowning, hurt flashing in his eyes as his jaw pulsed with how hard he was clenching it. His lips, those lips, were set into a hard line and there was no way to make him look happy like he once used to when he was with you.
âBaekhyun,â you tried, voice thin, âI already told you Iâm not letting you go.â
âYou seriously think about yourself only, donât you,â he responded coldly, disbelief painting his voice. âYou really donât care what it means for me to sneak behind some rich dude who can give you anything you point at! I have my own pride. I canât bear to share you with someone-â
âBaekhyun, I wonât let him touch me! I wonât let him do anything! You wonât be sharing me with anyone! My heart belongs to you and you know it,â you said, tears burning up in your eyes. âI love you so much,â you whispered before your voice could break.Â
Baekhyun was holding back, you could tell. His lips quivered but he didnât make any effort to reach out for you. His eyes glistened. âDonât marry him.â
You groaned inwardly. âYou know I canât do that.â
âSo youâve been going behind your parents the entire time, seeing me despite their protests and when I ask you not to marry him, you suddenly want to comply?â
âItâs for business,â you reminded him, âI didnât choose this myself if thatâs what youâve been thinking.â
âI donât care! Iâll give you everything. Iâll give you more than he can ever give you,â he said hurriedly and you let out a small gasp because Baekhyun was usually anything but desperate. He was the collected one, but now he was anything but.
âIâll never leave you,â you promised shuffling to him, taking his face in your cold hands. âPlease know that, Baekhyun. I wonât let him do anything. Itâs just a status. That's all.â
His eyes were frantically flickering between yours, as if searching for something more than there was. âHow can you just marry him when you barely ever saw him?â
And now was the time where you could start feeling guilty. It was on you. This was your fault and given how well Baekhyun knew you, he would read right into it. It got confirmed when he pulled away from you, your hands dropping.
âWhat else aren't you telling me?â he said in a low voice now completely withdrawing away from you and pushing himself up against the headboard.
âBaekhyun-â
âJust tell me already!â
You winced, quickly shutting your mouth. âWe sometimes meet because he⊠eh, he just wants to get to know me better. That's it, he just asks me questions an-and I answer,â you replied shakily, brushing your hair behind your ear. âThere is nothing, I swear. I deserve to know what kind of man I am marrying, too,â you added, looking up at your boyfriend whose gaze was set somewhere behind you.
âHas this been happening the entire time?â he asked quietly.
âSince the start of the uni.â
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. âFucking awesome. Congratulations.â
âBaekhyun,â you said, this time strictly. âWhat the hell is wrong with you? I've been begging to meet you the whole past year and you always found some bullshit excuse for studying and actually you know what? Who knows what you'd been doing during those times!â you exclaimed, the idea of him being with someone else sending you into a rage.
âThe fuck? As if I would cheat on you!â he shouted back, sending daggers your way. âI've been in a relationship with someone who was never supposed to be mine! Tell me, sweetcheeks, how does that sound to you? I'm saving myself for you while I know the entire time that I'll be on the loose end. I'm the pathetic one. I am the one who will lose. Not you,â he said in a menacing tone. âSo before you start to throw shit at me, I would look in the mirror if I were you.â
âByun Baekhyun!â you shouted.
He raised an eyebrow. âWhat. You don't like to hear the truth? Well, this is it. And I have lost my mind, finally. I've been too goddamn blinded by your hope when I knew the whole time it would be fruitless. I cannot do this anymore!â
By then you were sobbing. The last sentence sent you into fits of cries that you couldn't suppress no matter how hard you tried, and it hurt. Byun Baekhyun's words hurt like hell. Hiding your face in your hands, you felt the wetness of your tears pooling in your palms, hoping he would stop being angry with you and just take you in his arms and take his words back.
It didn't happen.
Slowly, you moved your hands away to see him stare at you, hard gaze, lips sealed tightly. âBaby,â you tried, reaching for him. More tears fell from your eyes but you didn't care anymore. He had seen you cry so many times and he was always there to comfort you. This time you were crying because of him and he wouldn't even move a finger for you. âBaby, please.â
âYou said you deserve to know him better, too,â he said. âSo it is that important to you - that you need to know him.â
âOf course,â you replied with a nasal voice, âwhat if he is a psychopath.â
He laughed bitterly. âRight. What if he is. How the fuck would you know - you are marrying him anyway! So why is it so important to you to let him get to know you? And you him?â
âIt's just the way the deal went, okay?â
âNo, it's not okay,â he spat. âYou're going against your own word. âYou told me there would be nothing happening until you graduate and you were with him behind my back.â
It was your turn to scoff now, though your face was splotchy. âBecause you were waiting for me so much!â
âDon't you dare turn this against me,â he muttered in a low tone which left you shocked. This was the first time Baekhyun used that kind of tone with you. In fact, this was your first time fighting this ugly. âThis is about you. About your fucking family. About them wanting to destroy us!â
âAnd it's obviously working!â You threw your hands up. âJust look at you now! You're doing exactly what they want you to be doing! They so desperately wish for you to hurt me so I could dump you,â you shouted, more tears rolling down your hot cheeks. âI guess they were right after all.â
âRight in what,â he snapped again, glaring at you.
You stood up, unable to keep fighting with him. He watched you wordlessly as you picked up your bag where you had your school books. âYou're just using me. I guess I was just money to you as well!â You were seething as you yanked his door open and rushed straight for the door.
Sensing someone in the kitchen, you stopped abruptly for a moment, seeing Park Chanyeol staring at you in shock while he took in your state.
You shook your head, not bothering to say hi to him as you went to grab your shoes just to realize you came in heels. âFuck,â you muttered. Well, Baekhyun's vans would have to do. Grabbing them, you tied both shoes tightly so you wouldn't fall as you rushed to grab the door when you felt a hand grab your wrist instead.
You looked back, making out Baekhyun's features through tears. âLet go,â you snapped, trying to shake him off.
âWhere are you going this late?!â
âAnywhere is better than here with you! I cannot stay with you, Baekhyun!â you shouted, finally yanking him off harshly enough so his hand slipped.
You slammed the door shut and Baekyhun was met with silence. Throwing a single, helpless gaze at his friend was enough for Chanyeol to nod and move. âI'll go after her,â he reassured Baekhyun who seemed to be on the verge of mental breakdown.
Baekhyun just nodded, watching Chanyeol leave and hoping you wouldn't actually break up with him.
//
You were marching down the dark street, ignoring the anxiety creeping in from the silent, empty streets. They were eerie and scary and you hated walking down them at such a late hour but there was no way you could stay at Baekhyun's.
Fast steps brought you back to the present and your heart almost jumped out of your rib cage when you felt someone taking your wrist again. Hope spiked up, expecting to see Baekhyun but it was Park Chanyeol.
He turned you to him gently, little out of breath from trying to catch up with you. âYou sure walk fast,â he commented.
He let go of your wrist and you sighed, looking at him with expectation. âWhat do you want, Park?â
âI just wanted to make sure you're fine,â he said rather shyly.
âI'm just fine,â you insisted, âI will go home now. Go back, it's late.â
âI'll take you home,â he said and to prove a point he clinked with his car keys. âThough it's not the best car out there, it will do the job.â
You rolled your eyes. âI always knew all of you were judging me for my status. And don't bother. I know you're only doing this because of Baekhyun. Well, you don't need to do this.â
âHe would skin me alive,â he whispered, horrified. âAnd he is now too good with the scalpel. I wouldnât dare.â
âI don't want your help unless it's something you actually want to do, Park Chanyeol,â you muttered through gritted teeth, feeling another wave of tears threatening to spill. âYou just made it worse. Leave.â
âItâs late.â
âI don't care. I need to be alone right now.â
âFor your information, we all know how much he cherishes you,â he started. âWhenever he would reject you, he would study but not really focus. He keeps talking only about you. We donât judge you for money but for how much you occupy our space even if you aren't there. That dude is just bewitched by you and I don't know how you managed to do it, to be honest. He is the coldest guy to any other opposite sex beside you.â
âWhat are you trying to say, Park Chanyeol?â
He sighed and gave you a pointed look. âBaekhyun sacrificed a lot for you. He is so loyal to you despite all the matters you guys have. He never told us but we have a hunch. Just⊠donât go breaking his heart.â
âI am not breaking his heart!â you said loudly, tears rolling down your cheeks. âHe doubts my feelings.â
âHe doesn't. He is insecure.â
âHow can he be insecure? All I ever wanted was to be with him.â
Chanyeol stepped closer to you, causing you to tilt your head back further. âThen go back and amend the mess you made.â
âIt's not just my mess. It's ours. We made it. He should know what he told me was wrong.â
âAll he ever did was listen to you! What makes you think that guy has unlimited patience? He doesn't! So go back, and make it right again!â
You let out a loud groan, turning away from him. You tapped your foot on the concrete, thinking hard though you were close to exasperation. Turning back to Baekhyun's friend, you muttered: âSince you brought those keys, take me on a drive. Iâll sponsor the gas.â
//
It was already late when you returned back but at least you managed to clear up your mind. Quietly slipping back inside his dark room, you saw him lying in bed, his back turned to you. Putting your bag quietly down on the floor, you slipped under the comforter, your arms and legs hugging him like a koala bear.
You thought he was asleep or worse, that heâd ignore you, but he moved almost as soon as you hugged him, turning in your embrace, pushing his leg between yours and his hand circling your waist, his hand on the skin of your lower back. It was pitch black in the room, but once you felt his hot breath on your mouth and then the moisture of his lips on yours, you didn't need to see. You just felt. He kissed you and poured all of his apologies, regrets and forgiveness in the kiss. You returned the kiss just as fervently, feeling his warm hand on your cheek, his fingers in your hair while his thumb smoothed the skin under your eye. He shuffled himself closer and hummed when you darted out your tongue. He sucked on your lip a little longer before opening his mouth to let you in, and you took your time in exploring him, twirling and sucking on his tongue while you felt his arm tightening around you, his hand under your hoodie as he caressed you under your breast. In the quietness of his room there were just the slick sounds of your making out.Â
When you couldn't keep going anymore, you separated, your mouth fully wet from your mixed saliva as you panted loudly. You felt him pressing his forehead to yours and you sighed in relief.
âI'm so sorry, princess,â he whispered, nuzzling your nose gently, dragging his leg up so he could rest it on your thigh. âI was a fool.â
âNo,â you whispered back, wishing you could see him better. âYou merely stated the facts. It's all on me.â
âWe both screwed up,â he added, âbut fuck.â He gave your cheek a small, open-mouthed kiss, sending shivers down your spine, âI can't imagine you leaving me and being with him. I can't.â
You wanted to reply to him and to ease his mind that you wouldn't, but you would lie. The more you would keep to yourself, the more you would end up hurting the most precious person in your life.
âI'm so sorry. None of what I said is true,â you managed to blurt, unable to come up with anything more. âI keep breaking you. I'm so sorry.â
âShh, baby,â he whispered urgently, his hand that was resting on your cheek slipping to the back of your head to bring you closer. You hid your face in his chest while he hid his in your neck. âYou're not breaking me. You're breaking me if I'm not with you.â
You snuggled closer to him and he sighed, hugging you tighter. âMy precious gem, I love you,â he whispered into your ear. To make your body contact more intimate, you also hid your hands under his hoodie, feeling his muscles contracting at your delicate touch. âYou're mine.â
//
Few days later you received a message. It was from Mr Kwon and you groaned, stopping on your way to another class.
I request a lunch with you today
My driver will pick you up at 12
I know you're not supposed to be having classes
You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you pushed your phone back into your bag and headed inside the classroom. Even if you would reject him, he wouldn't accept it, so you might as well not bother with replying.
However, you were shocked when the driver came all the way to your classroom as all the students were pouring out and heading for lunch. You knew Mr Kwon's driver and even though he was polite, you didn't like the looks he was giving you whenever he saw you wearing skirts, like for instance, now.
He escorted you to the expensive restaurant where they were already waiting for you. Upon spotting you, the staff rushed towards you and led you to Mr Kwon who was already seated, his hands clasped together as his elbows rested on the table. He stood up, giving you a polite bow as he helped you sit down.
When he was opposite you, he said: âPleasure to see you. How have you been the past few days we didn't see each other?â
You suppress a tired sigh. âI've been fine, thank you.â
âOh, have you, now?â he questioned, his eyebrow lifting. His eyes were telling you something he wasn't verbalizing and it put you into unease right away.
Smiling, you muttered: âYes, but thank you for your concern.â
âNo issues with your friends?â
His stupid inquisition was starting to annoy you. âExcuse me? Could you please speak more explicitly?â
âI thought you'd never ask,â he smirked and took out an envelope from the inside of his cardigan and handed it to you over the table.
With uncertainty, you accepted it and opened it, not wasting time in trying to understand his mysterious words. There were photos. Frowning, you inspected them better and you were shocked when you saw it was you with a tall male. Park Chanyeol. It must have been that night when you fought with Baekhyun. Your breath hitched in your throat when you realized this man had you followed by someone.Â
You opened your mouth to talk but he cut through like a knife. âI was wondering where did you receive such a - how shall I put it - passionate bruise on your neck the last time I saw you. Turns out you're sleeping around with someone.â
It felt like he just threw a bucket of icy cold water on you. The idea of him having you followed, of him not trusting you and rudely breaking into your privacy as if you were some object he could manipulate and decide whom to meet and whom to not meet was driving you up the wall.
âYou don't have anything to defend yourself?â he asked sharply. âHow long have you been seeing that man?â
You swallowed on a dry throat. Mr Kwon thought your boyfriend was Park Chanyeol? That was good. As long as he had no knowledge about Baekhyun, you didn't care. âI⊠it's beenâŠâ
âJesus Christ, I really didn't think you would be a whore,â he snickered, eyeing you up and his eyes eventually resting on your cleavage. âYou were acting all innocent and brave just a few years ago and attending university changed you so much. I wanted to be the only one who would bed you,â he sneered and you felt a bile rising in your stomach.
âWhat- Excuse me?! Who do you think you are?!â you exclaimed, horrified. âDon't you dare think of me that way.â You stood up and wanted to scream when you saw his eyes drinking up your thighs that got revealed as your skirt hiked up. âA deal is a deal. You don't have any rights to treat me like this. And you can bet you aren't going to boss me around once we are married. I'll easily reject the marriage, too.â
Mr Kwon was fast up on his feet to walk over to you. âWell, if you do, your parents are as good as dead. Their business is in shackles, young lady. So unless you want them to be able to afford some food and have a roof over their heads, I advise you to respect me,â he was talking so fast you could barely register his touch on your hip and on your backside. Gasping, you slapped his hand away and dared to push him from you. He snickered.
âWatch your hands, Mr Kwon,â you spat. âThis is a private property.â
He laughed and leaned in. âOh, are you like this with him too? Then I can't wait to have the full rights. The only one with rights. Soon, little tiger.â You moved to push him away when he added: âYou better end this little thingy you have with the boy. Because if I find out who he is, I will destroy him and any perspectives he could have for the future.â
Even though he didn't know about Byun Baekhyun, you could not risk it.Â
You had to break up with him.
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22. From the 101 ways to say I love you âĄ
Thank you so much for the ask @elveny ! I was very excited to take on this prompt for Ryn and Garrus lol.
(This is cross posted on AO3 (CaptainDeryn) )
Prompt 22: "Let me fix your hair."
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Ryn didnât make a habit of looking fancy.
She already put in enough effort every day putting on her armor and dealing with the stress of one mission after another. In the off chance she got a day to relax, she wasnât going to waste precious time and energy on looks.
If she could get away with sweatpants and a crop top, her hair thrown up into a messy bun, then she damn well would. It didnât matter where she was going: if they could handle Commander Shepard in her armor, then they could handle her in these civvies.
Maybe, if others were lucky, she would put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Maybe a sweater if she was feeling crazy.
The rare exception she made was for Garrus. For him, and for their planned date with two full days of shore leave, she dug through her meager clothes she had with her on the Normandy to pull out something exceptional.
Garrus, she decided, as she wrestled herself into something far beyond what she usually considered acceptable for off-duty, was the luckiest of all aboard the Normandy.
Together theyâd decided their date night was going to treat the other right. In reality, theyâd both suggested the same upscale restaurant when theyâd been brainstorming ideas. Supposedly it had the best view on the Citadel, and if Shepard gave away all the cards in her hand: she wanted the chance to see Garrus clean up nice without the stress of a formal gathering.
Of course, after some bickering back and forth about who was treating who right, theyâd settled on splitting the check fifty-fifty. And most likely getting one of the food vendors on the lower levels, the real best food on the Citadel, as the night wore on.
Ryn made a face at herself in the mirror as she finished her eyeliner. She couldnât remember the last time sheâd had the chance to willingly put on a full face of makeup and her eyeliner showed it. If she wiped off her attempt one more time no amount of concealer would hide the red blotchiness that would stain her pale skin.
Good enough, she decided, doing one final inspection in the mirror.
A full face of makeup was probably a strong word. She was too rusty to do anything too exuberant and she hated hiding her freckles too much to cake on enough foundation to hide the realities of being an N7 and fighting a war on her skin.
Sheâd managed a smokey black and gold look to make the grey of her eyes pop and piercing and put on a dark red lip without too many makeup wipe casualties to fix mistakes, that was a win in her book.
There were, of course, a few bruises from their last mission to hide on her face from where sheâd so elegantly cracked her helmet into a rock in a graceless throw from a biotic. They werenât perfectly covered, but she hoped they would be good enough in the harsh lighting of the Citadel to avoid any questions.
The real struggle was figuring out what to do with her hair. Her go to hairstyles were down and messy, a messy bun, or a messy ponytail. The most refined thing sheâd done with her hair over the last year since Saren was put it in a bun that fit Alliance marine regulations.
Sheâd spent far too long after her shower laying on her bed in a towel scrolling the extranet for inspiration. Sheâd finally settled on something she figured was within her rusty skill set.
As sheâs taken a curling wand and elastic bands to her hair, sheâd missed the days when she was in her twenties and going out every few nights, where her makeup and hairstyling skills had become second nature.
Now, at thirty-two with more combat tours than nights out under her belt recently, she was thrilled with the simple curled half up-half down look she pulled off.
She didnât look too shabby, and she gave herself a confidence boosting smile and thumbs up.
All she had to do tonight was be a civilian.
She pulled her black heels on and called Garrus up to her quarters. It was better than roaming around the ship looking for him and dealing with the rabblerousing of her crew. While sheâd gone through the attempted effort of painting her nails, another luxury she hadnât had in a long time, she didnât want to show them off by flipping off her crew.
It didnât take long for Garrus to knock on her door, and she let him in, stepping back to admire him.
Blatantly so, not trying to hide the way her eyes roamed.
He did in fact, clean up quite nice.
Quite nice indeed.
She hummed in approval, eyes drifting over the well fitted trousers and dark navy shirt that hugged his body. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the shirt unbuttoned at his collar.
Garrus gave her a charming smile as he walked up to her, eyes also roving across her body in turn.
She would be lying if she said she hadnât dressed to get a reaction. Where was the fun in wearing the same old business-formal black and red dress she wore for formal functions? The whole point of tonight was to be civilians.
And this dress certainly was not in regs.
While the dress was floor length, both sides were slit up to her hipbone, revealing a scandalous amount of her skin. The dress had sleeves yes, but the neckline dipped down to below her breasts.
And Ryn had spent far too long finagling the dress so that she wouldnât accidentally reveal them to the public. The potential headlines had tormented her for the entire time sheâd been getting ready. Not that Garrus needed to know that.
Garrus leaned down to kiss her, innocent enough, but his hands ran up her hips, catching at the slit fabric and pulling it up. He made a noise somewhere between excitement and surprise and pulled back enough to look at her again.
âIs this a humanâs way of seducing?â he asked in amusement.
âPerhaps,â Ryn shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest to accentuate the lack of fabric there. Turians, of course, would not have the same reaction as humans to her show, but that didnât matter. Too much confidence was coursing through her veins to really care. She was reveling too much in her own self-image to particularly care about his reaction. âIs it working?â
âOh, there are multiple things about you right now that are working.â There was still a slight rumbling chuckle in Garrusâ words, and she shot him a look, âYou want something.â
She contemplated and then gave him a wicked smile, âI want you to kiss me.â
Garrusâ hands curled more tightly around her hips. A small thrill went through her as he ducked his head, pausing just before their mouths met, âDo you?â his breath whispered across her skin and goosebumps prickled on her arms.
Breath catching, she licked her lower lip, âI really do.â
She reaped the energy that she sowed as her back connected with the cold glass of the wall length fish tank and Garrusâ mouth met hers in a fiery kiss. His hands pressed her back against the tank and a gleeful laugh broke from her between breaths at the thrill that went through her.
She draped her arms across his shoulders, her hands resting against the back of his neck and pulled him closer.
They could miss dinner; she really didnât mind if they missed dinner.
A date night in was as much of a date night.
Garrus gave her one last long kiss and went to move back. Ryn caught him, her arms tightening around his shoulders, and yanked him right back for another kiss.
He laughed, the sound bright and merry in her ears before he wrestled himself away. When her grabby hands went for him again, he grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head.
From the sly grin he gave her, it was entirely intentional. Ryn squirmed against his grip.
âYou are causing trouble.â His attempted sternness failed to meet its mark.
Ryn looked him up and down once, âYeah.â she agreed. Then offered him a sweet smile, âYou should join me in causing it.â
Garrusâ head dipped with a sigh that was more a breathy laugh and released her. He took a step towards the door and motioned for her to follow, giving a low chuckle as she stuck her lower lip out in a pout,
âWe already have a reservation. At least let me treat you to food and drinks before IâŠtreat you to other things.â
He made a face as he stumbled, as if he cringed at the words that slipped from his mouth. Ryn gave a bright, full bodied laugh and hooked her arm into his.
âWe will treat each other.â she corrected, kissing his cheek. Without her heels she was nearly as tall as Garrus. Wearing them, she was just a smidge above eye-to-eye with him.
She led him out the door, tossing a coy glance over her shoulder, âBesides, I want to flaunt a little bit. Put aside being Commander Shepard for a while.â
Garrus tugged her to a stop just before she slipped through the doorway, pulling her back to face him. With a gentle touch he brushed away strands of red hair that had fallen across her forehead and reached up to tighten the ponytail that kept half her hair up.
âStop squirming,â he chastised, âand let me fix your hair.â
âIâm excited.â Ryn complained, beaming up at him, âI canât help it.â
Garrus shook his head at her with a laugh and slipped his hand into hers, finally leading her out the door and to the Normandyâs elevator. As the elevator shuttled them to the command deck, Garrusâ eyes didnât leave her.
âYou look stunning, Ryn.â he said, and she couldnât help the blood that rushed to her cheeks.
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The view from the topmost level of the restaurant might well be the best view on the Citadel, Ryn decided during dinner.
Their table was a simple, dark wood two-person table. Above them patio lights glimmered with warm light. It was beautiful, but the real awe began when she looked up.
From between the arms of the Citadel, space swirled above them. Stars blinked in massive swaths, dark black of far space and near space blending together like paint on an artistâs palette. It was mesmerizing and the same call to be among the stars that had drawn her to the Alliance tugged in her chest.
As beautiful as the view was, it couldnât hold her attention for long. Garrus kept too much of it in the way the light caught in the planes of his face and the way his hand stayed on her thigh. In the way their conversation was easier than breathing and her laughter fell from her like renewing spring rain.
They dined on fancy food and fine drinks until the call of the night swept them up and brought them to the lower levels of the Citadel. Where they walked arm in arm, orders from one of the food trucks in their hands until they found a bench to sit on.
Where Ryn took off her heels and let out a sigh of relief as her aching feet thanked her. Garrus swept up her legs and set them across his lap, laughing along with her when she almost slipped off the bench.
Until the wild urges of the night took over and they were swept to their feet by the strings of music slipping from the restaurants and clubs all around them and danced in the courtyard. Not the sort of elegant dancing or the feral dancing of a club, but simply moving together and moving to the music.
Until their laughter created their own music and Garrusâ hands were cupping her face and hers were looped around his shoulders. Until he leaned in to kiss her and she leaned into it. Until his hands slid into their hair he had so carefully fixed and tousled it with his touch.
Until their unabashed joy underneath the whorls of stars became the best view on the Citadel.
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Fireside Love: An Arthur x Charlotte Fic (18+ Only)
Warnings: NSFW, wholesome smutÂ
Summary:Â During a snowstorm, Arthur and Charlotte decide to use their time cooped up in their cabin wisely.
Word Count: 3,455
Notes: Thank you @the-halo-of-my-memoryâ and @unpocowboysâ for helping me out with this fic. The both of you are very talented writers! I plan on writing more Charlotte and Arthur fics in the future. These two are one of my favorite comfort couples, so I wanted to make a spicy yet cozy fic about them. Warning: Tons of wholesome smut ahead...
This fic can also be found on my AO3 under exploradora_writes
The first frost flakes began to stick to the window, the kitchen gradually becoming colder as snowflakes began to fall from the pitch black sky outside.Â
Charlotte sighed, tossing another log into the stove, her stew stubbornly refusing to boil. She glanced at the woodpile, the three tiny logs lying there in an almost mocking sort of way.Â
The clouds blocked out much of the sunlight, but she knew it would be dark soon. She held onto the counter, trying her hardest not to think of the worst, but she couldnât help it.
He could be lost, stranded with no direction, no food, no warmth.
She shook her head, coming to her senses. Arthur may view himself as nothing but muscle and absolutely no brain, but as his wife, she knew better. He had an excellent sense of direction and survival skills. Any minute heâd be through that door with a load of firewood, and maybe even an animal or two.
She asked if she could come. Two heads were better than one, she tried to reason.
âNo, darlinâ, as much as Iâd love to go with you, I need you stayinâ home and watchinâ over the house, keepinâ it warm. Wouldnât want any strangers takinâ residence while weâre gone, would we?â
More than one weary traveller, some more hostile than others, had taken up residence in their home on more than one occasion while the two of them were off on hunting trips. While she understood where Arthur was coming from, she couldnât escape her fear of the worst. Sheâd already lost one of the men she loved dearly to the harsh conditions of nature, she couldnât bear to lose another one.
Her motionless broth seemed to stare back up at her as it refused to boil. âYou ainât making this easy for me, broth.â
Talking to an inanimate substance? The snow really was making her stir crazy. Arthur had better hurry up before I start talking to the logs, she thought.Â
Figuring the broth was nowhere near boiling over, she took those three pathetic logs sitting on the woodpile and tossed them in the fireplace. She looked around for a match, lit it with a satisfying strike, and tossed it on the pile. The flames licked up the logs, but Charlotte knew it couldnât last long. She lay back on a chair in the kitchen, staring into the flames of the fire. She smiled, her eyes following the flames as they danced along the logs, remembering all those years ago when her and Arthur danced around the campfire on their little outdoor honeymoon getaway. They drank and sang and made love their fair share of times by the roaring flames of the fire. Sure, it was no fancy trip in the big city, but it was simple and memorable.Â
Unfortunately, the fire before her sounded more of a purr as opposed to a roar. She let out another sigh, looking back at the empty woodpile, longing for her strong handsome woodsman to return. Â
As if on cue, she heard the door handle jiggle, as the man she had been longing to see emerged from the snowy darkness outside.Â
âArthur!â She arose, practically pouncing on him. He moved his scarf away from his cherry red face, panting from the effort of carrying.. firewood. Loads of it. Charlotte sighed with relief at the sight, wrapping her arms around him. She didnât care that he was like an icicle, nor that she would get wet from the snow that dusted his wooly blue coat. Her hands met his face, cold despite the large beard he sported. Her lips met his, her warm pink lips melting his icy blue ones.Â
âCharlotte,â he breathed. âGlad I made it in time. Bundle up and help me haul in some of this wood. I have a feelinâ this is only the begininâ of this snow storm.âÂ
She threw on a sweater, a coat, and a pair of boots. She opened the door to the dark depths of the winter night. The bitter cold nipped at her entire body despite being bundled up head to toe. She tried to imagine how good the fire would feel against her and her loverâs bodies once they were in the warmth of their little home.Â
Arthur had made quite the haul. Firewood, some supplies from the general store, and even a deer. She smiled, feeling her body warm up as she thought of how wonderful and lucky she was to have a man like him.Â
They fought against the wind back into the house. It took the strength of the two of them to even get the door closed. They both panted and fell against each other.Â
âWell, we best get cozy, darlin.â Weâre gonna be here awhile.â Arthur said, removing his snow covered clothes.Â
Charlotte returned to the kitchen, the pot of broth finally showing signs that it was preparing to boil. She threw another log on the stove for good measure.Â
Arthur came up behind her and kissed her cheek, his cold lips sending a shiver down her spine. âHowâs everything cominâ along?â
She smiled as the both began to boil. âRather nicely now that youâve returned, cowboy.â
âHmmm I figured Iâd have the opposite effect. My coldness would ruin any hopes of ever makinâ a good meal.â
âQuite the contrary, Mr. Morgan.â She stirred in the ingredients: savory chicken, carrots, onions, and peas. âBecause I think youâre so hot, you make pots boil. You made mine boil when you walked through that door.â She looked back at him, stirring the pot in lazy circles. âCheeks still rosy from the cold?â
âEr, yeah,â he fumbled, âyou could say that.âÂ
She rubbed his face, running her fingers through his beard. âYou hungry?â
His hands ran along her hips. âStarvinâ..âÂ
âWe could eat in front of the fire if youâd like. Itâd be a nice change, donât you think?âÂ
âSure, sounds cozy.â He gave her hips one last squeeze before getting two bowls from the above cabinets. âSmells delicious.ââ
âYou talking about the soup or are you talking about me, dear?â She gave him a small smile.Â
âCanât I be talking about both?â Like a magnetic attraction, his hands were back on her hips.
âGoodness youâre handsy tonight!â She giggled. âAlright, soupâs on.â
He gave her cheek a quick peck before serving himself a large bowl of soup. She unwrapped some bread she had been saving for tonight and placed it in each of their bowls. They brought their meals over to the fireplace, sitting in front of it.Â
Arthur took a sip, his body quickly warming up from the combination of the fire and the broth. He let out a satisfied groan. âThis soupâs real good, sweetheart.â
âWell Iâm glad you think so,â she beamed. âI always worry Iâll muck something up.â
âThatâd be pretty hard for you to do, Char.â He smiled at her, motioning for her to sit closer to him. She obliged, cosying up to him and resting her head on his shoulder.
The sounds of the crackling fire and the slurping of soup filled the room. Arthur tipped his bowl back, finishing the rest of the broth. He let out a satisfied sigh and took Charlotteâs bowl as well, putting them next to the sink to be washed. Heâll clean up eventually, he thought. Right now all he wanted to do was warm up his wonderful wife.
 He changed into his union suit, catching a glimpse outside the window. The snow came down with a vengeance. He grabbed a log from the pile and tossed it into the dying flames. The fire continued to dwindle.Â
âGoddamm it,â he muttered, bending over to grab the poker and stir the ashes around. He felt the familiar sensation of a hand giving his behind a light smack. He turned around, his wife looking around, a mischievous grin plastered on her face.Â
He arched an eyebrow. âWas that really necessary, darlinâ?â
âWas what necessary?â She tried looking away, but try as she might, her lips continued to curl into a smile.
âYou know damn well what Iâm talkinâ about, missy. Your hand just loves smackinâ my ass, donât it?âÂ
âThat is quite the accusation, Mr. Morgan!â
âI oughtta smack YOU on the ass.â
She smirked, tilting her head. âWell? Whatâs stopping you?â
He studied her for a second, then knelt down next to her. âGoddamn, have you always been this naughty?â
âAlways have, always will be. Itâs one of the reasons you married me, remember?â She lay back on the carpet. âNow get me a blanket, would you, darling? Itâs freezing in here.â
He sighed, tossing her a few blankets. He tossed another log on the fire, then lay next to her. He wrapped his arms around her as she shivered against him. He scooted the two of them closer to the fire. âThere, now thatâs better.â
She nuzzled against his chest and yawned. âArthur?â
âHmm?â He looked down at her.
âHow long do you think weâll be in here? Waiting out this storm?â
He looked outside again, the snow showing no signs of stopping. âAwhile. Donât know how long exactly, but weâve survived much worse. âSides, I stocked up on food and supplies, weâll be fine.
She sighed, looking up at him and kissing his cheek. âWell, weâve got plenty of time, what should we do to pass it?â
He chuckled. âWell, thereâs always dominoes, and redecoratinâ, and we can always be workinâ on our marriage.â
âOh? And how exactly do you want to work on that?â She held his hand, circling his palm with her thumb.
âWell, whenâs the last time weâve had to ourselves like this? Seems like weâre always busy with housework, farmwork, all kinds of work. This is a good opportunity for us to just⊠be in each otherâs presence.â
She hummed against his chest. âSounds wonderful.â
The flames of the fire crackled, and Charlotte let out a small, breathy laugh.
âWhatâs so funny?â Arthur asked.
âOh just remembering our little honeymoon.â
Arthur smiled as the memories came flooding back. âThat little camping trip.â
âYes! Remember, out on the lake?â
âHow could I forget? We tipped the whole damn canoe over!â He laughed, rocking back and forth and waving his arms around dramatically, reenacting the fateful moment.Â
The two of them collapsed on the floor in a heap of giggles, cuddling up to each other to trap the warmth again as their laughter died down. Charlotte looked into the flames of the fire, a small smile on her face. âAnd the campfire,â she mused. âIlluminated the entire night sky. Millions of tiny stars, looking down at us.â
Arthur chuckled. âYeah, I remember.Them crickets were noisy sons of bitches, werenât they?â
âI think they thought the same thing about us, dear.â She ran her hands along his chest, gazing into his blue eyes that perfectly complimented his rosy cheeks.Â
âDarlinâ, you were the one makinâ all the noise,â he said in a low tone.
She sighed, resting her head against his chest. âYouâre right, you always were a good lover.â
He rubbed her back, gazing into the flames as well. âYou know, we could alway reenact that night. If youâre up to it that is.â
She smirked, smooching his cheek. âI thought youâd never ask,â she whispered in his ear, giving it a small nip. He let a gasp escape his lips.
âJesus, darlinâ.â His lips met hers as he gracefully flipped her onto her back. âI was on top, remember?â He pinned her wrists to the soft, welcoming rug beneath them. It was her turn to let out a gasp. A bead of sweat dripped down her brow, the weight of her husbandâs warm body causing blood to rush throughout her entire being.Â
She kissed his neck and moaned. âAre you sure I wasnât the one on top?â She wrapped her legs around his torso and twisted her body around and caught him off guard. Arthur grunted, his wife now the one staring down at him.Â
He couldnât help but chuckle. Who knew such a typically mild mannered woman could have the drive and spunk of a working girl? He felt himself growing stiff beneath her.Â
âNo, darlinâ, youâve got it all wrong, remember? You were on top when we was by the lake, after we went skinny dippinâ. I remember âcause the rocks were digginâ into my back, but hell, it was worth is just to watch myself disappear inside of you over and over again.â
Warmth flooded her core as she began to grind against his leg. âWell, which was it, Arthur? Make up your mind before...before I..â She buried her face in the crook of his neck and moaned.
âLook at youâŠâ he chuckled. âYou gonna cum before Iâm even inside you?âÂ
She shook her head.Â
âThought not. Goddamn, you must be soaked.â He held her against him and kissed her lips. He lay her back down against the soft texture of the rug, his hands exploring her body, as they had on that fateful night. âNow itâs all cominâ back to me. You were lyinâ there, the light of the fire dancinâ across your nude bodyâŠâ His hands played with the straps of her nightgown before sliding them off, revealing her bare bosom. âYour breasts, milky whiteâŠâ He planted kisses on them, his calloused fingers running across her pink buds.Â
She bit her lip to stifle a moan. âYeah? Then what?â
He slid the nightgown further down her body. âYour stomach, soft and delicateâ His voice had grown low and a bit hoarse.Â
Charlotte rubbed her thighs together, her breath shallow as she anticipated his next move.
Finally, he slid the nightgown completely off of her body, the cold air hitting her skin. She shivered, not from the air, but from the sensation of Arthurâs bearded face rubbing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He kissed all the way up her thigh until he reached her core. He placed his fingers against it, and while a layer of cloth separated his touch from her body, she still left out a soft moan.
âYes...yesâŠâ he growled. âIâm rememberinâ now. How you tastedâŠâ He looked up at her as he slid her panties down her legs. âDarlinâ, itâs takinâ everythinâ in me not to devour you right now.â
âW-whatâs stopping you?âÂ
That comment again. God, she was a relentless tease.Â
He stared at her as he gave her pussy a long, teasingly slow lick. She let out a soft whimper at the sensation of his warm tongue against her intimacy. Her juices continued to flow, and he was right there to lap them up with his eager mouth.
Her taste was familiar to his tongue, sweet as summer honeysuckles. His beard rubbed the skin of her inner thighs, and she arched her back as his tongue continued to explore the familiar territory of her folds. His cock throbbed against the tight fabric of his union suit. He longed to be inside her, to hold her against him as their heartbeats began to sync.Â
He growled, fumbling with the buttons of his suit and he moved his head back and forth. He ran his hand along his entire length, finally letting it free from its previous confines.Â
His wife couldnât help but glance down and moan at the sight of her husband pleasuring himself while he pleasured her. She bucked against his face, feeling herself reaching her peak.
His calloused thumb made lazy circles around her clit while his other thumb circled the head of his cock.Â
Charlotte bit her lip and whimpered, squirming against her husbandâs face.Â
âThatâs it, darlinâ,â he growled, âcum for me. You can do it, I know youâre close. FuckâŠâ His cock leaked with precum.Â
She arched her back and moaned out his name, and while no one could feasibly hear them in the middle of the woods, right at that moment it felt like the entire world knew that Arthur Morgan was filling her with ecstasy as she reached her climax.Â
She panted, her body coated with a thin layer of sweat. âOh...Oh, Arthur..â
He panted heavily as well, sliding beside her and kissing her, his face and beard still lingering with the taste and scent of her.Â
âMmm thatâs a good girlâŠâ he whispered in her ear.Â
Her hands squeezed his glistening biceps, then trailed down to his chest and stomach. She played with his chest hair, a sly smirk on her face. âMy big man loves to eat, hmm?â she teased, kissing his neck and nipping his earlobe.Â
âYouâre damn right I do.â He let out a grunt, his cock twitching.Â
Charlotte kissed him and shimmied the rest of his suit down his body.Â
âNow weâve just gotta stay close together so we donât freeze to death,â she said, her hand gripping his length and stroking it. She kissed his lips, muffling the groan that escaped his mouth.Â
âMmm I want us both facinâ the fire,â he whispered. âNo more fightinâ to be on top.âÂ
âYes sir.â She obeyed, laying on her side facing the fire.Â
He slid her body against his, turning her face so he could kiss her. He lifted her leg, reaching a hand around to rub her pussy, still soaked from their previous interaction.Â
He slid inside of her with ease, both of them gasping practically the same breath. His cock inside of her was a familiar feeling that seemed to bring her more pleasure with each thrust.Â
His large hand clasped her smaller one, the both of them unable to take their eyes off of the other one. The fire continued to roar, and while the outside raged with icy wrathfulness, the inside of their little cabin was a hearth of comfort and pleasure.Â
âDarlinâ, IâŠâ he growled, twitching inside of her.
A familiar, floaty feeling began to rise in her stomach, and she let out a soft moan.Â
He brought their clasped hands down to her sensitive bundle of nerves. With his hand over hers, he guided her and pleased her, as an artist guides his brush across a canvas, and as an artist creates a passion filled work of art, so too were they.
She squirmed against him, barely able to contain herself as she moaned out broken pieces of his name.Â
âThatâs it, goddamn thatâs itâŠâ he growled in her ear. âCum with me, be a good girl and cum with me..âÂ
The fire crackled and sparked and so did she, moaning as she came undone once more.Â
Arthur pulled out and groaned, spilling his seed on her stomach.Â
The two of them collapsed in a heap of sweat, the both of them panting and staring up at the ceiling, holding hands.Â
Finally, Arthur mustered up the strength to get up and retrieve a wet cloth to clean up his wife. He smirked as he cleaned her. âYou were so good tonight.â
âSo were you, dear.â She kissed him. âYou always know exactly what I need.â
The fire began to fizzle out. Charlotte sighed and arose, retrieving a log from the pile and tossing it into the fireplace. The light of the flames illuminated every curve of her nude form. Arthurâs heart beat a bit faster at the sight.
He wished to God he could capture her in that same pose. Heâd be sure to sketch a replica of it, hell, maybe have her model for him just so he had an excuse to see her naked again. Either way, the sight of her looking like a work of art made his heart soar. She definitely beat all the dirty cigarette cards he and the old gang members used to trade.Â
âSomething on your mind, Arthur?âÂ
He blinked a few times before chuckling. âNothinâ. Just thinkinâ about you and how lovely you look.â
She smiled and lay down beside him, kissing his forehead. âYouâve still got it, darling.â
âOh, is that so?â
âIâm not kidding. You were wonderful tonight. It was almost identical to our honeymoon.â
He furrowed his brow and turned his head to look at her. âAlmost?â
âWell, we werenât under the stars!â
He looked out the window, the snow still coming down fast. âDarlinâ, youâd better be thankinâ the lord we werenât doinâ it outside. Weâd be freezinâ our asses off in all that snow.â
She giggled, nuzzling against him and kissing his chest. âWell we may not have been making love under the stars, but you certainly made me see stars tonight, Mr. Morgan.â
He chuckled, pulling her against him and kissing her one more time before drifting off to sleep.Â
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Memories - lrh (Chapter Thirteen)
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I position myself in the center of the panel, making the 104th pose that morning. Brandon guides me from one shot to the next, making everything easier.
Six makeups. Six hairstyles. Six changes of clothes, even though the focus was on my face. Why did I get into this?
The photo shoot was for a cosmetics brand, for which I was the cover girl. It wasn't a 7-headed bug, as I had been thinking all night, which resulted in an irritating insomnia. And even though I arrived shy and lost, when I saw my look all produced, I felt like a great hottie, which gave me the confidence to go to that studio and rock.
I was having fun, as Leah advised me. I threw my hair, made faces and danced. I shifted my attention between Brandon's camera and my cell phone, where Nico, one of the helpers, was filming behind the scenes and stirring up my social medias.
It's fun, but after the fourth change of clothes, I was exhausted. After all, that spotlight doesn't leave me and the light gets too hot.
âFor you.â Nico hands me a pink lilies bouquet. I open a smile, confused.
The team that was with me today, the agency, the brand and my parents had already sent me some bouquets earlier today, congratulating me and celebrating my return to the fashion world. So whose would it be?
I hunt for the card, opening it in a rush. Nico rested his head on my shoulder, wanting to read along with me. The handwriting didn't make me doubt, they were Luke's.
âTo make your day more beautiful.
Congratulations on your return.
Love, Hemmo.â
I open a smile completely shaken by that. I burst out laughing when I see under his name âand the rest of 5sosâ written in a different hand.
I ask Nico to take a picture of me with the flowers and send it to him, who quickly responds with a Petunia figure with heart eyes. I know I need to drop the bouquet and go back to the photos, but it feels so difficult.
Finally, I leave the flowers to the dressing room and I focus myself. Brandon praises my goofy smile and begs me to keep it up.
I knew everyone wanted to come today and watch the photo shoot, but I begged so hard not to. If without anyone I was already terrified of, seeing everyone there, staring at me, I wouldn't leave the dressing room.
[...]
Leah and Kiki were at my house, getting ready for Ashton's birthday, and of course, to gossip. They were both super curious to know how my first shoot was and how I was feeling.
besides telling about work, I comment about Luke's flowers and, finally, I tell about yesterday's dreams that still haven't left my head, taking root in my mind, blooming when I least expect it and leaving me out of breath.
âOh, you naughty one!â Hastings tosses me the pillow. "Are you going to tell him?" she sits up in bed.
âNo! How do I tell this?â I question, not understanding.
âLuke, I remembered when we were like two pervert rabbits and we were always having sex in the corners. Simple.â Kiki shrugs, going back to making up her eyes.
âKiki!" I reprimand her. I hide my face, laughing embarrassed. "We weren't like thatâŠI thinkâŠwere we?" I look quickly at both of them.
Kiki looks at Leah, holding back her laughter. The brunette stares at me in disbelief. Oh my God, we were! It takes time to sink in, because with Stephen, I avoided sex at all costs. It was so cold and awkward, that most of the time I was bruised and, in all cases, unfulfilled.
I remember the touch of the dream and how it felt so soft and intense, and so good. However, I still find it hard for me to have been so turned on that I started having sex everywhere.
âAre you sure?â I ask suspiciously.
"Oh, honey! I will have to tell you about my dad's birthday, have I?" Leah hugs me, making Kiki laugh.
"What about your father's birthday?" the same way I was feared of Luke when he started telling me about the day I threw up at his feet, I get with Leah.
âWell, it was my dad's 50th birthday. A big, big party and of course I invited all of you. We had just got back from Milan, you were away from Luke for a couple of weeks, so youâre kinda getting crazy by missing him.
"Make it crazy." Kiki comments.
âThe plan was for us to arrive in the morning, you'd have time to see each other, and then in the evening we would go to the party. But our flight was delayed and you didn't have that time. So you decided to open the bathroom.â Leah gives a fake smile.
I took a few seconds to understand, and then I widen my eyes, wanting to sink into the ground. I can't believe we did this.
âCalm down! She didnât told the best partâ. Kiki leaves the bathroom, joining us.
âOh, that's cool, is there a better part?â I look at them both desperately.
"Of course, there is a best part. Leah escorting you guys out of the bathroom" Kiki throws herself on the bed, laughing. âOh God! Your faces were the best.â
âWas after that our friendship beat all the limits and you know, we got really close.â Leah smiles to me.
What was my problem? Oh Lord, I never, ever, in my all life, thought I'd give one of those. If anyone asked me, who would be most likely to do this, I would definitely say Leah, Kiki, and even Bethany, but I would never say my name.
What did Luke do to me?!
I look at my friends, shocked. They both start laughing, amused by my reaction. A few seconds later, I give up, starting to laugh too.
"Is there any other similar situation that I should know about?" I inquire with fear.
"Yes, but we don't have time right now." Kiki gets up from the bed, slapping my foot, asking me to get ready.
We turned on the music and continued to get ready. Leah goes down to the kitchen, returning with three beers. The subject changes and we start to gossip.
After hours of producing us, I come down wearing my silver sequin jacket, finding Leah with another beer in her hand.
âWell? Good? Great?â I take a stroll, showing off the leather pants and black tank top that valued my tattoo.
"I definitely would ask for your number!" she replies, making me smile.
"Do you think people will like it? I mean, isnât that much?â I stop in a few poses while she watches me.
âRephrase the question.â she leans against the table. I stare at her without understanding. âWhat you want to know is whether Luke will like it." I open my mouth a few times.
âPerhaps.â I answer softly. Hastings snorts, hiding her face.
âYou two should pay for my therapy. Because it's not easy to take it.â she takes a deep breath.
I give a guilty smile. I head to the bar, grabbing a shot of tequila and flipping it quickly. I would find Luke in a few minutes and I still don't know how to face him. I close my eyes, letting the alcohol burn my throat and warm my body, along with the memories. The flashes come back to my mind, clear as water. I can hear the girls' voices again, telling them about Mr. Hastings' 50th birthday.
âLet's go?â Kiki's scream brings me back. Standing near the door, they wait for me to down another shot of tequila before we go.
Along the way, we took several photos, already moving our social medias. At the door of the restaurant, the swarm of paparazzi was already in place and as soon as we got off the car, they surrounded us. Hands and arms linked, the three of us entered, being saved by the huge walls that didn't let them see anything that happened inside.
We went to the back of the restaurant, in a more reserved space, where a long table took up half the back wall. Right away I spot Luke, laughing as he chats with Jack and another guy I don't recognize. I analyze your look, social pants and a black t-shirt.
How can someone look so beautiful, so simple?
I swallow hard when he notices our approach and looks directly at me. I look away, unable to hold on; the images screamed in my mind.
Irwin approaches, already quite excited, trying to hug the three of us at the same time. When Leah and Kiki go to greet the other guests, I calmly hug my best friend, congratulating him once more.
âMake yourself comfortable and behaveâ he leaves a kiss on my forehead, going to welcome other guests who have just arrived.
I turn in time to see Hemmings approaching, one glass in his hand and the other in his pants pocket. How? I hold my breath, giving a terrified smile. He opens his smile even more.
âHey!â he says excitedly, close enough for me to hear. Those lips⊠what have they done⊠I close my eyes quickly, shutting my mind.
âHey!â I answer awkwardly.
âHow are you doing?â he hugged me, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I close my eyes again, feeling it radiate with amazing speed throughout my body. I let out a breath in a sigh. I manage to catch his eyes as he walks away, hiding a more mischievous smile.
âWell!â my cheeks catch fire and the jacket starts to bother me. "Thanks for the flowers earlier today." I thank, while Luke leads me to the bar. His hand firmly on my waist reminds me of that hotel room. I bite my lip, holding back the urge to bang my head on the counter. "A shot of tequila." I ask desperately.
Luke raises his eyebrows in surprise but says nothing. I turn it over without a single thought, asking for another one, just in case. The heat that spreads through my body is the result of three doses ingested. I take off my jacket and, through the bar mirrors, I see Luke shamelessly sweep my body.
âIt was nothing!â he says after clearing his throat. "I'm glad you liked it. So, how was your first shoot?â he leans his elbow on the counter, propping his head on his hand, visually interested.
The effect of the alcohol starts to kick in, and so I feel lighter in his presence, not bothering with the memories between the two of us, nor the fanciful situations that my mind starts to create. I tell about the rehearsal and how fun it really was to do it. In the middle of the answer, I get enthusiastic, telling everything in minute detail. Luke looks at me smiling and interested, without interrupting me.
âIâm sorry!â I cover my eyes, laughing. âI'm talking too much.â
A few more people had already arrived, but the two of us were still there, sitting at the bar. The most interesting thing was, everyone who arrived didn't dare come here and interrupt us.
âNo! I love hearing you talk.â he smiles before taking another sip of gin. I lower my gaze, totally ashamed.
"I think we'd better go sit down." I comment, seeing everyone settling into their chairs.
âLet's go?â he offers his hand, helping me off the stool. I hold into his arm, walking to the table. "Should I keep an eye on you today?" he laughs. I repress the urge to say yes, but that's not the answer to his question.
âNo! I won't drink that much.â I press my lips together in a thin line, embarrassed by Ash's party.
We sat next to each other, with Calum and Noah in front of us. Luke leans his arm on the back of my chair and I'm not shy about getting close to him, even with everyone in our group staring at us curiously. We embarked on a lively conversation with everyone around us.
Michael rushes in and apologizes for being late, taking his seat next to Hemmings.
"Was she with her?" I hear Luke ask, taking my full attention.
âYep!â Mike gives a shy smile.
âWho she?â I almost walk through the body of the australian beside me, wanting to get close to Mike.
âNobody special.â he shrugs.
âYeah! Go for it.â Hemmo lets go, laughing. Michael slaps him on the head.
âIt's nobody special. Just a friend. I swear!" he closes the matter, but he doesn't convince me.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me about it." I whisper, complaining to the blonde at my side.
âSorry, there was no time. Also, I didn't even know it could lead to anything.â he shrugs. I stare Luke, waiting him to continue, but he is easily distracted by the napkin holder. I slap his head like Mike. âOuch! What was it?â he looks at me shocked.
âTell me!â Luke turns to face me, rolling his eyes.
âHer name is Sophie. They met at a Fortnite stream. She beat him and he went to congratulate her on the match, so they started talking and apparently itâs hitting something.â Luke shrugs, finishing the story.
âThis is so cute. I hope it works!â I see Michael laughing over Luke's shoulder. âIs she pretty?â I question.
âThis is a dangerous question.â I look back at him, confused. "Is there a chance you slap me?" I laugh.
"No." I don't get why I would hit him for finding someone pretty.
âShe is pretty!" I hit him. âHey! You said I wouldn't be hitten.â he accuses me.
âSorry, it's just funny.â I defend myself by laughing. Luke turns forward, annoyed. I wrap my arm around his, which were on the table and come closer, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Are you going to be mad at me?" I question laughing.
"And I can do it?" he turns to me. His eyes drop to my lips and mine to yours. It would be a perfect time for a kiss, but I don't feel comfortable with all these looks on us.
Hemmo seems to understand my internal battle and just leaves a kiss on my forehead. I open a grateful smile and once again guide my attention to the conversation between Noah and Brian.
After a couple of hours of eating and drinking. We started to spread out through space, forming several conversation circles. I was having a blast with everyone. We sing, dance and record videos that we'll definitely regret later.
After starting to eat, I stopped drinking alcohol, after all, trauma still reigns inside me. So I wouldn't feel like the only sober one at the party, Hemmings decided to join me, stopping drinking too.
Relieved, of course, is the word to describe this night with him. I thought it would be hard to look at it with everything I remembered, but it was so light and fun, I admit I freaked out over nothing. As usual!
All through dinner, I try not to pay too much attention to everyone's eyes on us. We simply could not do anything that someone just needed to die of love. Luke was amused, while I just wanted to sink into the ground.
Yes, I may have had a clue as to how much I feel about Luke, but I still want to take it easy. I want to be sure, and for that, I need to stop being afraid. I know he's been realizing how I've changed and I'm letting him get closer and closer.
Our kisses, touches and smiles. Everything is falling into place and the fact that he doesn't put pressure on me helps me a lot. I already totally trust him, it just makes stronger.
Considering it was easy to stay close to him, without letting the shame take me, I didn't pull him away for a second, because most of the time he pulled me along and I liked that. I like being close to him.
âOne round. Just one round.â Jack pleads, hands clasped under his chest.
âNo! I've had too much today.â Luke denies it again, making his friend fake a dramatic cry.
"You drank when you arrived. A beer and a shot of gin. That's nothing.â
âI'll drive later and I'm keeping Marnie company.â he squeezes me tighter to his chest.
"Can't you drink?" Jack looks at me confused.
âOf course I can, I just don't want to, you know, make a scene. Or something like that.â I shrug. Jack rolls his eyes, turning back to Luke.
âOne round.â he begs, making me laugh.
The boys were preparing a round of Answer or Drink with 10 different types of drink. So, they played and still got drunk.
âNo!â Luke responds with a laugh.
For a few seconds, I leave the two of them arguing and go to the table to get my coat. With the lack of alcohol, I start to feel the cold of the air conditioning. On my way to the table, a voice stops me.
âLook what a wonderful surprise.â I turn quickly, feeling all the blood freeze through my body. "What a coincidence, isn't it?" I watch his smirk, knowing what his presence there would do.
âWhat are you doing here, Stephen?â I take a breath deep, controlling the urge to fly at him. Just like I did with Pam.
It's the first time we've seen each other since the diary report and I couldn't feel more disgust and loathing.
âIt's a public place, Lizzie, and don't worry, I didn't come chasing you. I'm with friends.â he points to a table. âI just came to say hello.â
âDon't call me Lizzie, you know I hate it and why don't you take your fake education and stick it in yourâŠâ
âWhat are you doing here?â Luke walks past me, coming face to face with Stephen. "I already told you to stay away from her."
Soon, all the boys approach, ready to intervene. I grab his arm, trying to keep him close to me.
âLet him.â I beg, not wanting it to explode in the middle of the restaurant.
âCalm down, Hemmings.â the name comes out acid and full of poison. âI just came to say hello to Lizzie.â he laughs, hands in his pockets. "Don't worry, I'm not kissing her."
I close my eyes, feeling that hit both of us. That's low, very low. Luke steps forward, taking me with him. Noah and Jack are already starting to put their hands between them. Ash, Mike and Calum begin to put their hands on their friend's shoulders, pulling him along.
âDo not worry. I'm not going to spend my time punching him. But I'll just say one thing, Stephen.â he uses the same acid tone to say his name. "In case you're still dumb enough not to understand. Itâs over! What you and Marnie had is over! So stop coming after her, because she doesn't want anything to do with you. She is with me.â
His tone of voice and body postureme impress. I've never seen Luke like this, so nervous, holding back so he doesn't explode, the veins in his neck bulging, proving how much he's controlling himself. I tighten your arm more tightly around my body. I bring my hand down until it's entwined with his, deceptively hoping that it will calm him down and bring him back to me.
âFunny. Cause from what I heard, you guys broke up, didn't you? What? You couldnât stood the cheat?â he laughs, like he's made a great joke.
I don't know if he intended to hit Luke again, but without realizing it the words hit me. My blood boils and the words written in my diary take shape in my mind. Damn imagination.
I let go of my hand, putting myself in front of Stephen, who takes a step back. His gaze, full of curiosity and mockery, fixes on me.
âThatâs enough, Stephen! I don't care about you. Pretend I never called you, just like I was before the accident and disappear from my life. I know you cheated on me and I don't want this torment in my life anymore. Go away.â I let go of everything contained, trying not to fly off his neck.
"Are you really going to believe their bullshit?" Stephen crosses his arms.
âNobody had to tell me. I remembered." I see his eyes lose their mocking sparkle and he lose confidence. It's a lie, but he don't need to know. âThere are at least twenty people here and they all want to hit you, including me, who wouldn't mind breaking my cast on your head. So if you don't want to get out of here on a stretcher, get out!â
I take a step back, feeling my heart pound and trying my best to keep myself from crying. Luke's agitated breath pulses against my spine. I lean against him, feeling his hand intertwine with mine, squeezing it delicately. Amazing how I feel safer, just with that touch.
Stephen passes his eyes around everyone and walks away without saying anything else. When his body pulls away, I release all the air I didn't even know I was holding. The boys start telling us to go back to the table.
I turn, pulling Luke, who is still standing there, facing my ex, who is sitting at the table with a group of friends. He turns around, pulling me easily into his arms. His hands tighten around my waist and I feel him exhale against my neck, giving me goose bumps. I stroke the back of his neck, trying to calm him down and show him that everything is fine.
We walked back to the table, striving for the mood from before. Ashton orders his birthday cake and we ourselves lull into the music, excited, mocking Irwin. While we devoured the cake, no one broaches the subject and I thanks for that. I know Hemmings and I will probably talk about it, but I don't want to involve the guys in this.
Gossip reigns at the table again. The entire group is engaged in conversation about the most disastrous trips ever made, minus the blonde and me. I watch him with his jaw still set and his gaze filled with rage, fixed directly on Stephen, who is across the room, staring at me.
It's a cycle: Luke stares at Stephen, who stares at me, while I stare at Luke.
I feel terrible for making him go through all of this. My amnesia, our breakup, my ex's return. Lucas doesn't deserve any of this. I need to reward him, but how?
âHey!â I whisper, resting my chin on his bicep, but he doesn't hear me. "I want to leave, will you take me?" I question, hoping to gain any sign of him.
He looks at me nonchalantly, then blinks back to reality. Luke stares at the bleached on the other side, wanting to see if he's still trying something. I drop a small kiss on his shoulder, gaining his attention again.
âOf course! Let's go?â I nod, getting up.
Nobody is opposed to our leaving, I believe as much because of what happened as because it was the two of us. We walked across the room hand in hand, and with me clutching his arm, just to make sure he didn't fly into someone.
But I need to remember that Luke is just as classy as I am. Not just for the fame or the spectacle it would be, but because he was brought up that way. Educated not to go into violence, even if there was someone on the other side who deserved to be slapped.
I'm scared by the frantic flashes that start to pop when they notice the two of us. I cling closer to Luke, who makes room for his car. The delay for the questions to start is just for them to reason that it was the two of us there, together, after announcing our break up.
I keep my head down, focused on his thumb moving up and down, stroking my skin. Luke opens the car door and I settle in, still feeling the flashbulbs burst above us.
With great difficulty, we got out of that sea of ââpeople. We remained silent until we reached the intersection of the main lane that led to my house.
âDo you want to go home?â he asks, softly.
I can't identify any feelings in your voice. He is neutral, indifferent. Apart from the isolated fact, this night has been amazing and I don't want it to end, not in this mood.
âNo!â I turn in the seat, facing him. "Isn't there anywhere I'd love to go? Or that we both went a lot?â for the first time, I see a glint run through his eyes.
âYeah! In fact, there are two.â he cracks a smile, causing me to smile too.
Luke takes the other path, heading to some place I couldn't even imagine. The subject comes up between us and so the mood softens. As we talk, I list a number of places I've always liked in Los Angeles, wanting to guess where it would take me.
We turn onto Wilshire Boulevard and I guess where we're going. Hemmo parks his car near the Urban Light and I look forward to getting out of the car.
Before we exit the vehicle, he pulls two caps from the glove compartment, giving me a dark gray one. I look at that accessory, wondering if it was always mine, if we always wore it when we went out.
âWhy am I not impressed that this would be the first place?â I question, holding his hand.
By the time, the sculpture was a little empty, with only a few couples taking pictures. Luke and I went unnoticed, walking between those huge poles.
We walked around, with me admiring those lighted poles. I've always liked this sculpture, I've always found it romantic because so many people are proposed here, and I love the lighting.
âOh no!â I push Luke, finding your phone pointed at me.
"This one got blurry." he laments, pointing again.
âLuke!â I exclaim laughing. I try not to scream so as not to draw attention to both of us.
âSorry about my behavior at the restaurant.â Hemmings says after a while, surprising me. I lean against a pole, watching him.
âWhy are you apologizing?â I frown. Luke leans against the same post, shrugging.
"I didn't mean to spoil your night." he answers.
âYou didn't! If there is one responsible, it is him! Stephen knows he shouldn't have shown up there.â I comfort him.
His blue eyes meet mine. I take a step toward him, standing on tiptoe, reaching for his lips, leaving a simple kiss there. Without pulling away completely, I see a goofy smile appear on his face, which also appears on mine.
"What's our second place?" I whisper, next to him.
âMy bed.â he lets go.
âLucas!â I push him away, laughing again. His laugh is contagious. If he knew about the memoriesâŠ
âJust kidding." Uh-hm⊠"Ready to get full of sand?" he asks, holding out his hand.
âAlways!â I grabbed, leaning my head on his arm as we made our way to the car.
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