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hch mid-season finale how we feeling?
I wanna know if u guys still have theories and headcanons and anything else that u haven't seen yet in the story: plss drop them in the reblogs or replies!!! we need smth to fill these weeks of wait :3
#high class homos#I'll start!!!#1 i need more ulyssa.#i feel like we'll see her more since ffion is involved#i would LOVE for them to speak but#if they DO see eachother#its prolly gonna be like#briefly#without talking#one of them sees the other and thinks âomg its herâ#OR they look at each other and just don't talk#2 LETS HOPE THE KING WAKES UP#3 august and ffion reuniting#its gonna break me for sure#4 more lucas x marla please#5 more michel in dresses please#we still didn't get much about this aspect of them#didn't we?#6 im curious to see how they'll react to this same-sex marriage law#remember how ulyssa wanted to see saph because she also cared for rhe women (super based)?#now she'll prolly be pro-law#festion too#but the other three? it'll surely be a problem we'll see#at least i think#7 festion and xander and Percival's novel#please drop percival's novel#8 SOME MORE LUNA AND HOW DID SHE MEET THE BANDITS??? THEY SAID THEY KNOW JER#she was apart of a clan??? SHES AN ICON FOR BANDITS???? PLEASE MORE LUNA PLS#kikiposting to its finest
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Weekly Tag Wednesday
Thanks for the game @heymacy đ and for the tag @gallapiech @sleepyheadgallavich
name: Michelle
age: 39
location: đ
top sheet, yes or no? Iâm not sure what a top sheet is⌠is it just a thin sheet? Like instead of a duvet? In which case No. if itâs something else then someone please explain it to me and I will decide if yes or no lol
how many stuffed animals do you own? These days only like 5-10 max. Used to have hundreds.
the names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): Wiggins (after Bradley Wiggins the cyclist), Howard (after the foreman we had on a big build on the farm when we got the three kittens. His name was Howard Allen Crisp, and we loved him, so we named the three cats Howard, Allen, and Crispy), and Mouse R.I.P (after Mouse from The Dresden Files and Michael âMouseâ Tolliver from Tales of the City)
favourite color: rainbow đ
any tattoos? Mickey Milkovich Voice: YEP YEP
how you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.): small tartan backpack
the last movie you watched: watching the hunger games mockingjay tonight đ
how long does it take you to get ready in the morning? 10 minutes to get dressed, 10 minutes to eat breakfast, 10 minutes to do make up. If I am running late 2 and 3 are optional lol
favourite weather: 20 degrees, sunny, scattered clouds
relationship status: single, and not mingling
ice cream flavor of choice: chocolate with brownie chunks and stuff like that. The more bits of cake you can put into my ice cream the better. Which is ironic as Iâm not a big fan of cake đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
first fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer 𫶠(Iâm pretty sure wearing a Claddagh ring to a job interview got me my first real job lol)
how many books have you read this year? Trying to re-read Mockingjay, which will make the grand total⌠1. Fucking fanfic man⌠đŹ
first 4 words of your last notes app entry: Arrowshaft. Knock. Feathers. Point.
and finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to? I wouldnât. Thereâs a few socials where I had to be MichelleMisfitX and I would like to drop the X. But thatâs it.
Okay my lovelies. Iâm very sleepy so tagging is gonna be a MESS! haha
@rutherinahobbit @deedala @darlingian @iandarling @too-schoolforcool @the-rat-wins @suzy-queued @vintagelacerosette @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @whatthebodygraspsnot @ian-galagher @iansw0rld @palepinkgoat @faejilly @rereadanon @energievie @lupeloto @wehangout @sickness-health-all-that-shit @mybrainismelted @crossmydna @captainjowl @creepkinginc @tsuga-of-mars @lynne-monstr @mickeygifs @mikhailoisbaby @crestfallercanyon
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Thank you for calling...
Chapter 5: "Please help..."
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Chapter summary: When you come back Wednesday to work you didn't expect the chaos that awaited for you
Cw: Angst, crying, Eddie is depressed, more technical terms, screaming, people being assholes
You woke up early the next day, dressing up with whatever you found and going to work, when you got there your co workers were waiting for you
"Did someone die?"
"Almost..." Luke said
"Your customer called all day yesterday, he seems to have issues"
"Oh shit"
You waited until it was 7 am, clocked in and got ready, waiting for him to call again, your heart was a knot, was he okay? Is he okay? Was he robbed? Did something bad happen?
All your doubts were answered at 7:08 am
Edward Munson High Risk Authenticated
"Good morning and thank you for calling National Bank, my name is Y/n, who do I have the pleasure of assisting today?"
You heard nothing, then a sniffle? Is he crying?
"Hello?"
"Eddie? Are you okay?" You broke character when you heard his broken voice
"S-sweetheart" he said
Your eyes watered, you never heard him like this, he must be so sad
"W-what can I help you with?" Your voice trembled
"Y/n I-" he sobbed "I got robbed, someone emptied my account, I had 450 dollars saved for food and stuff and they're gone!"
You went into his account and saw it all
-356.90 Apple.com
-5.46 Amazon.com
-222.87 Uber
Available Balance -585.23
"Oh gosh, Eddie it's okay we'll fix this okay?"
"How will you fix this?! I was robbed! I don't use Apple, I don't even have an iPhone! I never buy shit from the internet and I have my own van so I don't use Uber! Y/n I'm fucked! I'm so fucked!"
"Eddie it's okay let's calm down and breathe okay? Breathe with me, inhale and exhale"
He did as you told him to and calmed down a little, he was still crying but now he wasn't yelling anymore
"I'm sorry for screaming at you" he said sobbing "But I really needed that money"
"I know Eddie, trust me I understand you, so I'm gonna help you okay? Now I need to contact disputes so they can file a claim on this, and your money will be back okay?"
"Really?" He had hope in his voice
"Yes, really"
"Thank you"
"You're welcome, nos stay on the line for me, I'll be right back"
You placed him on hold and called disputes
"Good morning and thank you for calling National Bank, my name is Michelle, how can I help you?"
"Hi this is Y/n from Hawkins"
"Oh hi Y/n, how are you?"
"I'm fine, you?"
"I'm doing great, what is your employee number?"
"It's xxxxxx"
"Last name?"
Y/l/n"
"Supervisor please"
"Joseph Quentin"
"Thank you, and how can I help?"
"My customer has transactions he doesn't recognize"
"I'll be more than glad to help, what's his social?"
"xxxxxxxxx, his name is Edward Munson, likes to be called Eddie only"
"Great, thanks, one moment"
You heard her typing on her computer and then she spoke again
"Which ones are they?"
"Apple, Amazon and Uber"
"I see them, you can put him through I'll be more than happy to help"
"Thanks"
You put all of you in conference and you heard him son again
"Hey Eddie, thanks for waiting in the line, I'm here with Michelle she'll take over the call and give you further assistance, thank you for being a valued-"
"Wait you're leaving?"
"Yes I'm sorry but she has to do her job and so do I-"
"Please don't go Y/n I can't-"
"Alright I'll take it from here, thank you Y/n you can leave now"
You huffed quietly
"Goodbye Eddie"
"No, no-"
You hung up the call leaving them alone, you couldn't stay on that call even if he begged you to, it's the rules
You sat back, placed yourself on After Call Work and cried a little
"Hey, hey, hey what's wrong?" Randall, one of the floor support people came to you "Are you okay?"
You shook your head "N-no..."
"Come on, let's go"
He logged you off and took you out to talk
Let's just say the day sucked...
~â˘~
A/n: I couldn't help myself so yes more angst! Eddie will be okay don't worry! Thanks for all the love <3
Taglist: @bbyhargrove @mystars123 @tiannamortis @kjaxm @eddiethesexy @kickstart-myheart-sixx @aftermidnightwriting @bratckerman
#thank you for calling#eddie munson#eddie munson/reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie x you#boyfriend eddie munson#eddie munson x chubby reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x plus size reader#stranger things season 4#stranger things#modern!strangerthings#modern!au#modern!eddie munson#csr!reader#banking#banking!au#customer service representative#customer service#customer!eddie
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the visit
đŚ genre: angst, smut, supernatural, vampire au
đŚ pairing(s): vampire!kim hongjoong x (f)poc!reader x vampire!park seonghwa
đŚ rating: 18+
đŚ warning(s): biting, blood, restraints, blindfolds, dirty talk, kissing, lots of sensory deprivation
đŚ word count: 1k
đŚ credits: forgive me for any mistakes, this is getting posted unedited... i know i know, i never do that, but i wanted to write something for Halloween...but life lol
thank you to @beomcoups for looking this over đđ thank you so much!
banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
đŚ a/n:
for @kpopsblackcreatorsociety Halloween Event "Blood and Bane"
â¤Â Category: vampires
â¤Â Prompt(s): sensory play | blindfold
Lips traveled down her frame as goosebumps trailed behind. She let out a hiss as pointed teeth dragged across her bare chest. Squirming under the restraints wouldnât stop them from their work; instead, it made them want to do more, push her to the edge.
If anyone had told her sheâd be seduced by not one but two vampires on that night, she would have laughed in their faces. Because câmonâŚvampires werenât real.Â
Oh, they indeed were. Meeting Hongjoong and Seonghwa was purely by chance. Y/N took a chance going to a BDSM event for the spooky season. It was simple: she signed up in interest and got an invitation immediately. As it was Halloween-themed, she needed a costume ASAP. It was a tie was between Selene from Underworld or Michelle Pfeifferâs Catwoman.
Catwoman won.
Walking into the party, she didnât expect to join in on the first night. For her, it was an observation. Curiosity brought her there, but what she didnât realize was that she grabbed the attention of the two men instantly.Â
They could smell the purity on her. It was like a veil that embraced her. How fun would it be to dye it red?
Seonghwa appeared before her first. The usual antics, small talk, and whatnot. She was enamored, to say the least. Even under the dimmed lighting, she could tell he was breathtaking, even if he was covered head to toe in black. All she could see was his eyes, but that alone drew her in.Â
âLove your costume,â he purred.
âT-Thank you,â she stammered out.
âDonât think Iâve seen you at one of these. You new?â
âY-Yes. My first time.â
Seonghwa chuckled, leaning against the wall. âWelcome. Iâm Seonghwa.â
âMy name is Y/N.â
âLovely name.â
âSeonghwa hogs the pretty ones,â a voice cooed behind her.
Y/N turned to see another man dressed identically to Seonghwa. He wasnât as tall as him, but the power that radiated from him made her knees buckle. He returned her stare with equal amusement.
âIâm Hongjoong.â
âP-Pleased to meet you, Hongjoong.â
âHappy to have you as our guest tonight.â
Her eyes widened. âThis is your party?!â
âYes, it is. How do you like it so far?â
âI like it a lot,â she gushed out, âI mean, itâs something different Iâve never done.â
âWere you hoping to find something here, Y/N?â Hongjoong inquired.
She gulped once, then twice. They were so close. Why, under the lights and heat of the club, did she feel a chill go through her body?Â
Seonghwa lifted her gloved hand into his, removing the mask over his mouth. His lips pressed onto her knuckles, making her knees buckle.Â
âWell, little Kitty, are you ready to go down the rabbit hole?â
And so here she was after giving her consent. Body bare on display for only their eyes. Wrists restrained above her head with a silk tie wrapped around her eyes. Her other senses heightened as they worked their magic on her. She was like putty in their hands.
Seonghwa admired their handy work as he nodded at Hongjoong.Â
âYouâre a piece of art, Y/N,â Hongjoong whispered. âDonât know how lucky you are to catch the attention of both of us.â
Seonghwa nodded in agreement. âThis never happens, Kitten. We just want a little taste.â
Y/N rubbed her thighs together. Something about their words only caused her lust to grow. âYes, please do,â she begged. âUse me how you want.â
A smile formed on Hongjoongâs face as two sharp fangs appeared. âWith pleasure.â
He dropped to his knees, spreading her legs wide for him to see. His breath played on her skin as his lips and tongue traveled up to her inner thigh.
âSo soft,â he murmured, âSo sweet. And all ours.â
Y/N felt a prick as she winced, but soon the euphoria washed over her. A strangled moan spilled from her lips as Hongjoong lapped at the blood trickling down her legs, reveling in the taste. He made sure not to drain her. She was too good to get rid of so quickly. He bit down on his bottom lip, letting a few drops fall on the marks. They healed closed as he left a kiss on the place.
Seonghwa tapped his shoulder with a grin.Â
âMy turn.â
He closed, dragging his thumb across her lips. Y/N keened into the touch. âYouâre so turned on, you donât know what to do, hmm.â
âS-Seonghwa?â
âHmm, needy for me, too. Oh look, Hongjoong, our little Kitten is addicted already.â
âWant me to kiss you love? Take your breath away?â
Her head bobbed as his lips grazed against her. His hands wrapped around her neck, pulling her close and deepening the kiss. If she werenât being tied up, she would have dropped to the floor. He pulled away as she let out a whimper, moving to her neck to nip the skin gently.Â
âHongjoong says youâre delicious Kitten. May I have a taste as well?â
âP-Please.â
It happened so fast. His fangs pierced her shoulder, drawing out more nectar for him to feast on. Meanwhile, Hongjoong caressed her skin, whispering sweet promises in her ear.
Her body felt so alive. It was nothing like she ever felt before. She reacted so strongly to the men she came on just those actions alone, her hips bucking at nothing. Seonghwa licked the remnants, closing the wound. He nuzzled against her, kissing her earlobe.
âYou are a treat, little Kitten.â
Hoongjoong hummed in agreement. âDonât want to share you with anyone else.â
Seonghwa removed her restraints and blindfold, letting her rest on the bed as they brought her water to drink. She hadnât realized how thirsty she was until the liquid flowed down her throat; her eyes adjusted to the lights in the room as the two men sat on the bed on each side of her.
âHow do you feel?â
She placed the glass down and rested her head against the pillows. âExhausted but invigorated at the same time.â
Hongjoong clicked his teeth. âItâs a long night, Kitten, and weâre hardly done with you.â
âWhat?â
Seonghwa chuckled darkly as his fangs slid into view. âOh, little Kitten, youâre in for a treat.â
#kvanity#ksmutsociety#kwritersworldnet#kim hongjoong#park seonghwa#ateez#seonghwa x reader#hongjoong x reader#ateez x reader#ateez smut#ateez angst
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I. literally just finished Spooky Mix and am jamming to the menu music right now. Please rant to me about it
IT'S SO GOOD OH MY GODDDDDDD
I love the art I love the music I love the the
Like. Everything about this mod feels so official -- like even on second thought, using Moloch as the kids' speaker buddy feels like something the Funkin' Crew would do solely because it'd be really funny
I just. GOD I love how the Spookeez's chroms and samples are used here, they sound so good!! I've made a sort of game of trying to see if I can spot what scene the specific samples used are from and it's made songs even more enjoyable for me
Also I just. Really gush over Week 5 because they made all the background characters SM characters (plus Pelo lmao) and it makes me so happy whenever I watch/play Week 5
Especially the little detail of Dexter and Michelle standing next to each other
This makes me happy
Also MONSTER??? HOLY FUCK??? Like got damn Virus got VERY quickly overthrown as my favorite Monster song I LOVE these takes on Monster and Winter Horrorland
I have. Rambled to other friends about this before but Monster-- he's like if Gregor was evil and actually knew how to approach the kids and get them to listen. Like that's entirely the vibe I was getting, the demonic tempter is better at guiding the kids because he actually knows what they enjoy and to approach it from that angle rather than trying to force them to do it his way and AUGHHHH IT'S JUST SO GOOD
This mod nails the characters, in General. Skid and Pump are just so silly and things like Pump giving a thumbs up to show him and Skid are okay before hoping back onto the DJ table when you get a bad rating is SO good
Moloch is also just. Great. He is SO fucking done and I love it -- especially since even he can't help but get into it once the kids get a high enough combo
I love the costume choices for the other characters, they feel perfect given their personalities, and even the little touches like DD attempting to scare the kids at the end of Fresh is just. OUGH /pos - Darnell is especially a highlight because I love when characters have things that match the note colors and Darnell has TWO
Also this is probably one of the most fun mods I've ever played through, the charts are really good and even if Skid and Pump's sort of gimmick is hold notes with other notes and generally odd patterns given it's two characters singing, the charts were entirely intuitive and only 2hot ever felt like outright spam. Even playing one handed none of these felt like it had to be two handed - it was a little harder, sure, but it could be done with enough effort!
Also again the music. I like how DD's songs sound a bit more grand given he's dressed as a vampire, meanwhile Pico's first song samples Plants vs. Zombies soundbytes since he's dressed as a zombie. Touches like that are really nice
In general the music seriously captures the spooky-vibe I hoped Skid and Pump mixes would, especially when it's cute touches like Skid shouting "IT IS THE SPOOKY MONTH!" right before the beatdrop in MILF
Also you've seen the transition stickers right?? I love those a lot
#I think. I have more but this is enough for now#Fun fact I wrote a giant wall of text for a comment on the mod's GB page and one of the devs actually responded#Spooky Month#Friday Night Funkin#FNF Mods
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DAWstruck
A Quick Look at Sci-Fi/Fantasy Publisher DAW and My Desire for Cheap Entertainment
If you've ever been to an American used bookstore, flea market, etc., you probably recognize the distinctively uniform yellow (or faded-to-brown) spines of the DAW books pictured above.
From Wikipedia: "DAW Books is an American science fiction and fantasy publisher, founded by Donald A. Wollheim, along with his wife, Elsie B. Wollheim, following his departure from Ace Books in 1971. The company claims to be 'the first publishing company ever devoted exclusively to science fiction and fantasy.'"
Wollheim was active in sci-fi publishing and fandom circles; he published the Ursula LeGuin's first two books at Ace, and as a youth, he was kicked out of the New York Science Fiction League club for getting a group of unpaid authors together to sue writer/publisher/organizer Hugo Gernsback after they weren't paid for published stories:
"It grieves us to announce that we have found the first disloyalty in our organization⌠These members we expelled on June 12th. Their names are Donald A. Wollheim, John B. Michel, and William S. Sykoraâthree active fans who just got themselves onto the wrong road."
I've worked in bookstores and libraries for decades, and my eyes always glossed over the shelves full of yellow spines. But I started to reconsider after listening to Sean at SFUltra talk about Electric Forest by Tanith Lee. (Once you're equally convinced, go back his Patreon, which is literally my favorite criticism on the internet.)
I started devouring Lee's work. In my opinion, she outstrips most of the "greats" of that era of sci-fi. Her prose is awesome, her plots are great fun, and she's prolific across science fiction and fantasy. Had I been sleeping on DAW Books? Were they all this good?!
They are not all that good.
DAW Books books run the gamut of sci-fi and fantasy, from alternate histories to barbarian tales to postmodern reactions to the post-war West. And taken as an overview of the sci-fi field at that time, they reflect the good (Tanith Lee) and the bad (libertarian cryto-fascism, coercive sex freaks, tired cliches).
So why am I writing about them? Because they represent a type of publisher that, as far as I know, doesn't really exist anymore. They published authors who'd never been published before, and they printed straight to paperback.
I have no idea if anyone was making a living being published by DAW, but I assume this was a foot in the door for lots of these authors. And the books were so cheap! The one I have on hand was $1.25 in 1976. Adjusted for inflation, that's $6.93.
And listen, I read difficult books. I read literary fiction and academic histories and complicated, confusing cross-genre works. But I also like to read trash! I think everyone deserves to read some trash. But I want that trash to be cheap and easily accessible.
And with modern publishers focusing on established authors and Next Big Things, it's hard to find trash! And when you do find it, it's often dressed up to look like a Next Big Thing and priced accordingly.
Please give me more cheap trash.
And god, look at those covers. Again, I don't know if any painters were making a living by selling work to DAW, but they were definitely putting in the work. You got classic Frazetta horniness, you got '70s psychedelia, you got "what if the Bible was weirder?" classicism.
I want to decorate my walls with these.
The nice part is that they're mostly shorter than 200 pages, and I've never spent more than $5 on one of these, and I can usually find them even cheaper. So next time you're at a library sale and you see a faded yellow DAW spine, take a closer look.
Just stay away from Gor.
(DAW is still in business today, as a subsidiary of Astra House Publishing. I would say they occupy the same spheres as Tor: popular, readable, and usually left-of-center science fiction and fantasy. Such as The Forever Sea, a sapphic ecological fantasy book about sailors on a sea of plants. They cost, unfortunately, more than $7.)
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Michelle, Phillip, and Denise:
Below are the five topics related to transgender/gender identity issues our group has been discussing. As you know, Alliance Defending Freedom is seeking medical, biological, and/or psychological experts to research and write on these topics. We would like âwhite papers,â for lack of a better term, written on each topic. These papers should be empirically/data based, yet written in a manner that the general public can easily digest. Here is an example of the type of paper we have in mind. As I mentioned on our last call, topics 1, 2, and 3 are the most pressing. If there is any way to get papers completed on those topics by mid-November, that would be terrific. If they can get done earlier, even better.
Thank you in advance for your willingness to assist on this project, and to link us with others who may be able to assist as well. Please let me know if you have any questions.
1) Substantiate the psychological harm that can befall both sexes (but girls/women especially) by having their right to bodily privacy invaded by males. Can lead to fear; body image anxiety/complex; other long-term psychological harms.
2) Substantiate that it is normal during adolescence for children to go through a phase when they identify (to some degree) with the opposite sex. It is inappropriate (and could have psychological, medical, other harms?) to interpret this common stage as gender identity confusion that warrants treating a child as the opposite sex (in language, dress, appearance, etc), and pursuing more drastic measures like hormone therapy and genital change surgery.
3) Substantiate the physiological differences between males and females as they relate to sports. Explain that when transgender or gender identity confused boys are permitted to try out for girlsâ sports teams that the girls are necessarily disadvantaged. We want to make the point that interpreting Title IX to include protections for âgender identityâ will harm girls by allowing boys to displace girls on competitive sports teams.
4) For those who have undergone hormone therapy and genital change surgery, a paper that says they are no happier (and perhaps worse off if the research supports it) even though they took these drastic measures.
5) Biological/medical paper on the many differences (brain, anatomy, physiology, etc) between the sexes from the earliest stages of human development and moving forward. This would help substantiate the point that a personâs brain is not and cannot be hard-wired to be an opposite sex than the sex his or her chromosomes, DNA, and anatomy say he or she is.
â This paper could also deal with intersex and other anomalies and explain why these exceptions do not undermine the rule.
â This paper could also include the point that no matter how many hormones a person takes, and no matter if they have genital change surgery, they are still biologically, physiologically, etc their birth sex. For example, a transgender man will still go through menopause.
-ADF ordering up anti-trans arguments from the American College of Pediatricians
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TRISH PLEASE THERES 40 ROSES HEREđ¤Łđ instead of giving you 40 sentences from one WIP Iâm gonna give you 4 sentences for 10 different ted/rebecca fic WIPs because why notđ under a read more because it is terribly long lol
1. a little something from my kind of sort of not really Matilda au!!
Sheâs looking up at Rebecca with wide eyes, glistening with tears. Her eyes remind Rebecca very suddenly of Tedâs. Theyâre the same warm brown, filled with a hopefulness she has grown to associate with only Ted. One look at the girlâs big, pleading eyes and Rebecca knows, if this was her child sheâd never be able to say no to her.
2. from a post canon thing about Ted being depressed in Kansas and Rebecca drunk calling him in the middle of the night
âMove on from who?â The question is out of his mouth before he even has a chance to really think it over and realize exactly how stupid it was to ask that, on a variety of different levels.
Rebecca groans, and he can picture her with her fingertips pressed to her temples.
âThis was a mistake. I am not supposed to tell you.â
3. from another post canon thing where Ted starts dreaming about past moments with a Rebecca but through a Very Romantic Lens and he has a tizzy about it
âGood dreams, then?â
He starts to nod his head in agreement before shaking it in a staunch no, only to stop a second after to stare off into space again. His eyes glued to a wall just beyond his phone where Sharon is pulled up on a video call.
4. from rusty swing fic my beloved that I havenât worked on in Months oh god Iâm so sorry rusty swing fic, Iâll come back to you one day
She knows that every time they have a disagreement, whether she bears the brunt of the blame or not, her parents simply wait her out. Let her stew in her displeasure for a few hours, days, weeks. Until theyâve decided â without any input from Rebecca herself â that everything is back to normal.
Sometimes she thinks maybe they can only really hear her when sheâs yelling.
5. a little missed connections soulmate au
By the time sheâs twenty Rebeccaâs heard just about every romantic iteration of a soulmate bond taking place. Itâs supposed to be life changing, a moment you can feel throughout your entire body. The stars aligning and a moment of pure magic in an ordinary world.
She supposes it only makes sense that the whole thing would be rather anticlimactic in the end.
6. something from a post s2e6 soulmate au because I like seeing how many soulmate aus I can write without finishing anyđ
She wants to cradle his face in her hands and breathe kindness and safety into him. To shine a little flashlight when heâs trapped in the darkest places, waiting with her arms wide open for whenever heâs ready. She wants to warm his hands in hers and help stitch up every wound that lingers on his heart. Even if it should leave her own hands stained and bloody.
7. in which Michelle and Henry assumed Ted & Rebecca were dating. So obviously the only logical reaction is for Ted & Rebecca to pretend to date.
He should be paying attention, he wants to be paying attention. Heâd love nothing more than to be able to hear whatâs going on, but the ringing wonât stop. Itâs a dull but persistent hum clouding over all his senses. The only thoughts rattling through his mind are the words Michelle said just before everything went all fuzzy.
8. from my little combination gala & wedding fic that Henry has wormed his way into out of nowhere
The dark green dress apparently looks like the color of split pea and ham soup, and Henry makes her swear on her morning biscuit delivery that she wonât wear that one. She tries to show it a little support, the color may be unfortunate but the dress is in a cut she absolutely loves. But Henry only shakes his head and says âitâs the worst color of all, Becca, you gotta promise.â And so she does, holding out her pinky finger for Henry to hook his around.
9. excerpt from a little thing that has no plot beyond Rebecca being sexy when sheâs bossy
âCan you?â Rebeccaâs tongue slips out of the corner of her mouth, wets her lips, and now sheâs smirking and fuck. Ted canât look away. Every thought completely gone, focused entirely on how enticing her lips look.
But Tedâs pretty sure she asked him a question. And heâs never been one to keep a pretty lady waiting, even if his brain is a bit scrambled at the moment.
10. from a weird little fantasy medieval Rebecca as a queen Ted as a baker in town type thing
It isnât one of the nights where his deepest worries and fears are running through his mind like a hoard of wild horses. Itâs a perfectly normal night, after a perfectly normal day. His hands are not trembling, and he takes each breath with remarkable ease. Heâs counted sheep, heâs recited recipes in his head, heâs even hummed a lullaby â or five â all to no avail.
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round up // FEBRUARY + MARCH 23
February and March are strange months for a film enthusiast. One part of you is excited to start seeing new, star-studded studio movies on the big screen: 80 for Brady! Ant-Man and the Wasp! Cocaine Bear! Creed! But itâs also when the previous yearâs films are wrapping their season with the final hurrah of a new, star-studded Oscars. In the case of Everything Everywhere All at Once, it means we spent a full year discussing and dissecting this yearâs Best Picture winner! Much of this Round Up is dedicated to 2023 releases, though as always, you can find throwbacks to â30s, â80s, and â00s flicks I missed till now, plus a few other media forms such as stage and page (as always, in a rough order of when I experienced them). But before we start building 2023âs Best Of lists, make sure you donât miss these highlights from this yearâs Oscars, which was a mostly refreshing return to (non-slappy) form:Â
Hugh Grant on the Red Champagne Carpet - Sometimes people refuse to play the game, and the result is glorious (Kudos to Ashley Graham for keeping her composure!)
Jimmy Kimmelâs monologue - While heâs not afraid to take some shots, he actually seems to be rooting for the movies and the Oscars to succeed, which is not something I can say for the last yearâs trio of hosts
Ke Huy Quan wins Best Supporting Actor - Perhaps the best speech of the night
Jamie Lee Curtis wins Best Supporting Actress - If not him, then itâs this one
Navalny wins Best Documentary - If you want to get political in your acceptance, please refer to this well-executed speech
Jenny the Donkey from The Banshees of Inisherin!
A performance of âNaatu Naatuâ from RRR - If you want to perform at the Oscars, please refer to this well-executed one from the RRR crew
Lady Gaga performs âHold My Handâ - The gal never misses in finding new ways to innovate on her performances
Michelle Yeoh wins for Best Actress - Best Actress and best-dressed of the night
Now on to the Best of 2023 so far!
February + March Crowd-Pleasers
1. Cookies: The New Classics by Jesse Szewczyk (2021)
A co-worker gifted me this for Christmas, and not one recipe has been a dud yet. The book categorizes 100 creative cookie and cookie-adjacent recipes into Boozy, Chocolatey, Fruity, Nutty, Savory, Smoky, Spiced, and Tart chapters so you can find just what you want for each season. Many of them are not-too-difficult, and the photography is both beautiful and actually similar to what comes out of my oven. My favorite recipes so far include Berry Blast Marbled Sugar Cookies, Chewy Triple-Spiced Sugar Cookies, Chipotle Fudge Squares with Crunchy Raw Sugar, Chocolate Chunk Oatmeal Cookie Bars, Lavender Chocolate Chunk Cookies, and Salt-and-Vinegar Potato Chip Cookies.Â
2. 80 for Brady (2023)
Together the 5 leads have won 5 Oscars, 12 Emmys, 2 Grammys, 3 Tonys, and 7 Super Bowl rings, so even though the script is a corny underdog story about people who have not been underdogs in ages, 80 for Brady a feel-good winner. Read my full review for ZekeFilm.Â
3. Double Feature - â80s Comedies: Fletch (1985) + Troop Beverly Hills (1989)
In Fletch (Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10), Chevy Chase works as an undercover reporter who gets caught up in a conspiracy so complex and silly I couldnât do it justice here. In Troop Beverly Hills (8.5/10 // 7/10), Shelley Long works as a troop leader for a knockoff Girl Scout Troop who gets up in cookie selling schemes so creative and silly I couldnât do it justice here either. More fun from the best decade for Hollywood comedies!
4. Enough (2002)
A subgenre Iâve yet to tire of: thrillers about abused women getting the last word. (See also: Double Jeopardy with Ashley Judd and Sleeping With the Enemy with Julia Roberts.) Perhaps it was because my entire thought process in watching this was, âItâs on Netflix, why not?â but J. Loâs take on the subgenre brought enough clever twists and empowering moments to become a surprising success. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 7/10
5. Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania (2023)
The third Ant-Man reminds us Paul Rudd is one of the funniest actors alive and itâs kicking off Phase 5 of the MCU with the momentum missing from Phase 4. Read the triple-shot review I wrote with two other critics at ZekeFilm. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10
6. Cocaine Bear (2023)
Cocaine Bear lives up to what youâd expect from its title, and like some of the most fun hits of the â80s and â90s, itâs all-in on the silly, one-note premise with no desire for sequels, spin-offs, or universes. Read my full review for ZekeFilm. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 6.5/10
7. M3GAN (2023)
I consider horror about creepy dolls off-limits, but M3GAN is hardly horror, and its doll is so over-the-top sheâs hilarious. Thereâs a little bit of thoughtful commentary about our dependence on technology, but mostly itâs an excuse for pure entertainment. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10
8. John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023)
Iâve always been cool on John Wick. In fact, I turned off the first one in the middle when I first tried it almost a decade ago because its violence felt gratuitous. But fourth timeâs a charm? Maybe itâs because of its visual flair or perhaps itâs because it feels like director Chad Stahelski and Keanu Reeves were going for broke, but this nearly-three hour epic won me over. The movie it most reminded me of? Singinâ in the Rain of all things. The fight choreography is as inventive and athletic as âMoses Supposes,â turning the action thriller into an art form. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7.5/10
9. Your Place or Mine (2023)
Corny? Formulaic? Yes and yes. But Aline Brosh McKennaâs directorial debut delivers charm in spades, meaning it more than exceeds the Netflix rom-com average threshold (a low bar to be sure). Contrary to the buzz, Ashton Kutcher and Reese Witherspoon make believable BFFs and a couple to root for. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 6.5/10
10. The Golden Girls (1985-92)
Every day I get closer to my true, spiritual age of 83, and after the silliness of 80 for Brady, I decided it was time to binge the silly-but-slightly-more-caustic The Golden Girls. Blanche, Dorothy, Rose, and Sophiaâs jokes and adventures in their Miami bungalow remind me of my days rooming with my college besties, and it gives me hope that one day Iâll get to experience something as joyful, messy, intimate, and, yes, silly as their friendship all over again.
February + March Critic Picks
1. HRH: So Many Thoughts on Royal Style by Elizabeth Holmes (2020)
In September, I shared my appreciation for Elizabeth Holmesâs fashion and culture commentary in the wake of another Elizabethâs passing. I received her coffee table-worthy book for Christmas, and her insight into how the Queen, Princess Diana, and at-time-of-publication Duchesses Kate and Meghan use their wardrobes to speak for causes and for themselves doesnât disappoint. They have all become style icons not just because of their titles but because of their sartorial choices, and Holmes helps pinpoint why and how alongside a robust and beautiful collection of photography.
2. Triple Feature - Classic Screwball Rom-Coms: Libeled Lady (1936) + The Mad Miss Manton (1938) + The Palm Beach Story (1942)
In Libeled Lady (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10), Jean Harlow, Myrna Loy, William Powell, and Spencer Tracy get mixed up in a love quadrangle when a socialite threatens to sue the paper for libel. In The Mad Miss Manton (8/10 // 8.5/10), Barbara Stanwyck and Henry Fonda team up (against their wills) in proto-Legally Blonde style to solve a murder. And in The Palm Beach Story (8/10 // 8.5/10), Claudette Colbert and Joel McCrea plan to divorce so they can marry wealthier people. Donât worryâin spite of all the mixups and shenanigans, everybody ends up with just the right person in all three of these comedies.
3. Creed III (2023)
In the middle, I found myself thinking, âThis is what Hollywood entertainment for adults should be!â Yes, thereâs a place for 80 for Brady, Ant-Man, and Cocaine Bear, but Creed builds its stakes on character instead of gimmicks or elevator pitches. Read the full review I tag teamed with fellow ZekeFilm writer Erik Yates. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 9/10
4. To Kill a Mockingbird National Tour
Perhaps the highest praise possible for this show came from my TKAM-devotee mother: She has some nitpicks about the changes Aaron Sorkin made on Harper Leeâs novel, but she liked this better than her Broadway viewing. Since I am closer to a devotee of Sorkin than Lee, I found most of the updates thoughtful and fresh for a text that saturates our culture.
5. The Parallax View (1974)
A political thriller in the frame of a journalist uncovering a conspiracy? HmmâŚAlan J. Pakula really has my number. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10
6. Boston Strangler (2023)
Speaking of journalism thrillers, Iâm not into true crime, but Queen Keira makes me to step outside my comfort zone. In her most exciting part in years, Knightley plays a reporter investigating a series of homicides at a third-rate Boston newspaper. She and Carrie Coon team up against workplace sexism and the strangler himself to get the truth out. Itâs a real homage to Zodiac, but a solid one at that. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8/10
7. A Good Person (2023)Â
If Garden State was Gen X coping with the reality that the American Dream couldnât protect them from the pain their parents avoided in a pre-9/11 world, A Good Person is Millennials and Gen Z realizing the American Dream has betrayed them. Read my full review for ZekeFilm. Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10
8. Captain Blood (1935)
I had no idea when I fired up this Errol Flynn/Olivia de Havilland adventure itâs basically a prototype for Pirates of the Caribbeanâwhat a treat! How do the action, sets, and special effects look better than most adventure films today? Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10
9. Australia (2008)
And now I have watched all of Baz Luhrmannâs lush, extravagant, colorful canon. In prep for the Faraway Downs miniseries he is making with never-before-seen footage from this shoot, I finally checked out the Hugh Jackman/Nicole Kidman World War II epic. As usual for Baz, itâs a little shaggy, but itâs also part of what I love about him. Every movie feels like a realized vision of texture and emotion, and Australia is no exception. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10
10. John Mayer Solo
Come for the heartbreaking tunes and stay for Mayerâs delightfully awkward banter between songs. At our show he performed a retrospective of his career on guitar on piano and debuted a new song. While I enjoy a razzle-dazzle show, heâs proof you donât need to rely on gimmicks in an arena.
Also in February + MarchâŚ
In preparation for the Oscars, I reviewed Best Picture nominee Triangle of Sadness (which I had previously recommended in my last Round Up, which is why itâs not listed above). Like Best Picture winner Parasite, part of the fun of Triangle of Sadness is its surprises, but if you want to get a preview, you can read my review for ZekeFilm.Â
Kyla and I also checked out the 1977 Best Picture nom The Turning Point, a ballet melodrama starring Anne Bancroft, Mikhail Baryshnikov, and Shirley MacLaine in ep. 136. And in ep. 135, we watched classic TV medical shows Marcus Welby, M.D. and ER. Â
Photo credits: Cookies, HRH, To Kill a Mockingbird. John Mayer my own. All others IMDb.com.
#Round Up#80 for Brady#Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania#Cocaine Bear#A Good Person#Creed III#Libeled Lady#The Palm Beach Story#The Mad Miss Manton#Boston Strangler#Cookies: The New Classics#Jesse Szewczyk#Enough#Fletch#Troop Beverly Hills#John Wick: Chapter 4#Captain Blood#Australia#John Mayer#M3GAN#The Golden Girls#Your Place or Mine#To Kill A Mockingbird#HRH: So Many Thoughts on Royal Style#Elizabeth Holmes#The Parallax View#Oscars#Academy Awards
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I have a request with Nat x reader. Itâs a party at the compound and nobody has ever seen Nat drunk but this night she was completely gone like blackout drunk. So you end up having to carry her to her room and take care of her but she accidentally admits her love for you, you end up sleeping on the armchair in the room and in the morning you wake up to a Nat thatâs throwing up on the floor, at first she donât remember shit but later during the day she remembered what she said and gets really flustered and embarrassed but it ends I fluff reader admits her love for Nat to
Title: Drunken Confessions
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: alcohol
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Everyone knew Tony Stark loved the glamour of his extravagant parties often threw in the Avengers tower. Everyone also knew that while everyone else got batshit drunk, the black widow never got even slightly tipsy after several rounds of drinking games when everyone else was drunk enough to strip to their undergarments and start pole dancing. She always only watched with a hint of amusement glinting in her emerald eyes
That led to the bet going on amongst the other Avengers, Tony threw in a solid 500 dollars to whoever got Natasha drunk while the others put in smaller amounts. Thor had been lurking around with a smug grin for a whole 5 minutes since the party had started, you had no doubt that heâd been up to no good and opted not to touch the alcohol at the bar for tonight.
Spotting a certain redhead, you sidled up to the bar in your new dress that you definitely havenât bought to impress her and new heels that again, you definitely didnât buy to awe her. âSomeone put in effort for tonightâs partyâ Natasha said, dropping her gaze to your heels and all the way up until she met your eyes âtrying to impress someone?â she winked teasingly. Damn it, were you that obvious âSteve maybe?â she pressed, seating yourself on one of the rotatable, red leather stools you laughed âI donât swing that wayâ
Natasha hummed in acknowledgement âme neitherâ she said. You turned to look at her so quickly that you thought you may have given yourself whiplash âThenâŚYou and Bruce?â you asked cautiously âthereâs a reason that didnât work outâ she said, taking a sip of her martini and sending her glass a peculiar look âyouâre new?â she asked the bartender âno maâam Iâve been working here for three yearsâ Natashaâs lips formed into a silent âohâ and you stifled a laugh
After a few more glasses of alcohol, Natasha was clearly very drunk, the rest of the avengers who hadnât seen Thorâs expression of obvious smugness had drunk the alcohol unknowingly too and Tony and Steve were challenging each other to a dance off. In their boxers. You watched with amusement and second-hand embarrassment. Meanwhile, the Russian that was the heart of all this chaos was standing across the room apparently having an argument with Clint about whether the walls are green or red. The walls are white. Then it suddenly clicked in your mind, the only alcohol that could get her so shockingly drunk, Asgardian liquor
Of course, why hadnât you thought about it before. Thor was incredibly competitive even if he didnât look it. You continued sitting aside from all the havoc erupting on the party floor taking tentative sips from the water youâd brought, keeping an eye on Natasha before she does something stupid. Normally that was her job, unbeknownst to you, Natasha always looked out for you during Tonyâs parties, knowing your alcohol tolerance wasnât exactly high.
Glancing at the clock, you could see that it was almost 3 in the morning and the noises had died down and all the Avengers were splayed out on the couch only half awake, Natasha was half laid half seated on two bar stools barely keeping herself upright. Deciding that you really didnât want her to fall off and give herself a concussion, you tugged at her sleeve âcome on Nat, weâre going back to your bedroomâ she smirked at you with her painted lips which were normally perfect but tonight, they were slightly smudged, you liked the look on her though
âBedroom? Getting frisky already y/l/n?â you raised your eyebrows while helping her off the chair and draping your jacket around her shoulders âgetting concerned about how drunk you areâ you corrected. Natasha hummed and after a few steps let her head slump onto your shoulder, you were half supporting and half carrying her but you were glad she wasnât sober right now because your heart was probably going a million miles a minute, her hair smelt so nice, her tresses were gently tickling your neck
Caught up in your thoughts you had to abruptly steer Natasha towards her bedroom before she walked directly into a wall. Practically dumping her onto the bed with a huff from the exertion of dragging her all the way back to her room, you pulled off her heels and hung up the jacket âI love y/n, donât you think sheâs just so pretty, sheâs so smart too and how she fights, itâs soooo hotâ she slurred and your cheeks heated up.
You were ready to dismiss it as a hallucination, you had feelings for the redhead, youâd been harboring them for a good 2 months because you thought theyâd never be reciprocated. But Natasha turned to you âdo you think she likes me too?â she asked âyeah, yeah Iâm sure she doesâ you whispered. Natasha seemed to hear it, she sighed contentedly and let her eyes close. Making your way out of the room, you heard her say âstayâ it was barely a whisper but you heard it and you could never refuse her
So you slumped onto her chair with your chin supported by the heel of your hand just appreciating how gorgeous she looked even blackout drunk, ginger hair all over the place and smudged makeup. It sounded creepy but you were really just taking the advantage of being able to stare at her now before sheâs sober again tomorrow and your act of indifference had to come up again.
You didnât know at what point you fell asleep but you woke up to Natasha rushing to the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet. Hastily pulling her hair back into a ponytail, you rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. She glanced up at you when she was done and flushed the toilet âwhy are you here?â she asked while rinsing her mouth in the sink and holding a hand to her head while wincing. You tried to hide your disappointment, last night it was the alcohol speaking, not her, it didnât even make sense that she would remember it, really. âyou couldnât stay on your feet on your own, let alone walk back to your room, I wanted to make sure you were okay so I slept in that armchairâ you gestured to the armchair at the corner of her room
âYou didnât have to do thatâ she said âbut Iâm glad you did, thank youâ sending you a tired smile. You squeezed her shoulder âIâm gonna go make some breakfast you want some?â you asked at her doorway âpleaseâ she said while removing the makeup from the night before. You nodded and made your way to the kitchen
Once you step foot in the kitchen, you saw Thor with a triumphant smile on his face and the rest of the Avengers grumbling, you slapped a 50 dollar note on the table, shaking your head amusedly as you passed by. Thorâs grin widened further as he stuffed the money into his pocket. There were pancakes in the pan, courtesy of Wanda most probably. You put two each on separate plates, slathering Nutella on yours and drizzling syrup on Natashaâs. you made some coffee and poured out two mugs
When you came back to the table, Natasha was already seated wearing a hoodie, one of yours you realized with a skip of your heartbeat, and sweatpants. Setting the plate and mug of coffee in front of her, you took a seat and dug in.
It was only in the afternoon when you and Natasha were working on reports that her cheeks suddenly went pink and she stared at you with an expression of mortification. You frowned at her sudden distress and walked over to her âwhatâs wrong?â you asked, genuinely concerned. âlast night, what I said, Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didnât, I mean, I do feel that way, but if you donât itâs completely understandable and I-â you cut her off by pressing your lips to hers, the feeling of her lips against yours was heavenly, they were soft and tasted like her vanilla and cherry chapstick.
âI love you tooâ you whispered slightly dazed from the fact that youâd just kissed Natasha and that she hadnât pulled away âshow me how muchâ she said and kissed you again.
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Accelerate [Danaâs 600 Special]
Track: Feel It by Michele Morrone / Drunk-Dazed by ENHYPHEN / Insanity by THE BOYZ
Member: I swear heâs not even my bias
Genre: i-ion know-
Word Count: itâs pretty damn long so please donât make me write a part two
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The first time you laid eyes on Lee Hyunjae, you were both in Italy as he was being blinded by a billion flashes in his face. The light reflects off his dark hair - which was once a brighter color - as he maintains that polite, miniscule smile on his face. Most of the photographers and interviewers were male, for the sole reason that female photographers and interviewers would be too stunned to continue at their job.Â
Not that the males rushing to get a shot of his face or a string of words out from him now werenât stunned themselves.Â
Despite being hailed for looking like every womanâs wet dream, Lee Hyunjae was more known for being South Koreaâs youngest first class F1 racer. Sure, if he ever bothered to utter a single syllable of speech to you, you could pass out on the spot.Â
But right now, all you wanted was to get an exclusive modelling contract from Louis Vuitton to his manager. Not Lee Hyunjae, not his bodyguards, his manager.
âLee Hyunjae! Do you have anything you want to say before your final race of the season? How do you feel about being so close to coming out top?â
His manager stands a step behind him to Hyunjaeâs right, and gives the racer the green light to respond. The flashes and sounds of clicking from the cameras were so overwhelming, itâs impossible for you to even imagine how it felt like being in the spotlight.
But the celebrity couldnât receive the question any less gracefully, and offers one of those swoon-worthy smiles before leaning into the microphone.
âI feel nervous but Iâve prepared for this. Consistency is key and I believe in myself, so if that answers your question...âÂ
âDo you have any other plan other than racing? Word has it that youâve received offers to be the face of Gucci and Louis Vuitton!â
The contract in your briefcase is still ironed out safely in its file when you pull it behind your legs, away from plain sight.
Hyunjae turns to look at his manager when the question posed obviously isnât one of those in the list prepared, so the manager steps forward, and coincidentally spots you at the back of the crowd. He recognises you from the meeting he had with your higher-up.
âMy apologies but Mr Lee isnât permitted to answer to any of these, so if this is all then we must be going. Thank you for coming to the conference tonight.âÂ
Lee Hyunjae and his manager step back away from the microphone and bow for the press to continue their aggressive, merciless snapshotting. You wait patiently for the duo to disappear behind the conference area, and for the press to switch their attention to the pictures they have on their camera before you make your round backstage.Â
The 5-star hotel is grand in all the ways possible: chandelier, white wines and champagnes being served in waiting areas and water was served sparkling. Finally fishing out the tag that you were given at the registration for entry to the event, you hand it to the lady at the meetingsâ conference registration counter.
You wonder how the Louis Vuitton logos on your clothes and briefcase had gone unnoticed earlier at the showcase. Even on the tag, the âLVâ logo was so apparent. How far does the company need to go in order for them to have the logo printed in some shiny, golden print on the tag-
âWelcome to the F1 internal press conference and meeting, Miss l/n!â She pulls a sticker off a page and presses it onto the tag below the LV logo. âIf you need anything at all, please just approach one of our staffs. All waiters and staff concerned will have a red tie tonight.â
âAlright, thank you,â The tag gets slid across the table to you. âWhereâs the nearest washroom?â
âOh, sheâll show you the way,â The lady gestures behind her for one of the staff members with a red tie to accompany you.Â
âOh-â Slightly taken aback by the aggressive escorting, the younger female grins at you before holding out her arm in the direction of the washroom. âThanks.â
The hotelâs grandeur only gets more and more apparent as your heels click through the hallways and corridors. For an event night, the hotelâs pretty desolate. Then again, the press conference happened outside where all the photographers and journalists were. The one you were here for was an internal press meeting, and last you checked, there were fewer than 10 names on that list.Â
âI can find my way back to the main hall after,â The slight panic in your voice humors you when the staff member seemed ready to wait outside the washroom. âThanks.â
She bows and takes her leave only after you enter the bathroom; you can tell from the sound of her shoes echoing down the corridor. The scent of lavender is so overwhelming, you could almost taste it. Walls of cream and silver strokes cut through the tiles, a vase made of bronze sits in the corner of the platform where the sinks were, filled with roses.
The crisp reflection of yourself stares down at you in the mirror; itâs one of the few times you were dressed in branded goods head to toe. None of the articles of clothing you were wearing right now, you owned. Usually, youâd be gaping in awe at how beautiful these places where - after all, you were in a five-star hotel in Italy.Â
But no, after almost five years of working with Louis Vuitton as a brand ambassador and subsequently becoming an assistant model-scout has numbed your habit of wandering eyes.Â
The LV briefcase gets set on a dry area of marble, your fingers automatically clutching the edges of the sink as the jewelry on your ears, neck and hands twinkle under the fluorescent lighting. The makeup looks close to perfect - because someone had done it for you. Your clothes and shoes fit right down to your skin - because they were tailored for you.Â
You were more upset you couldnât sell it off and donate the money over having actual ownership of these fabrics.Â
News of the orphanage had reached you hours after you touched down in Italy, and your heart yearns to stop the ache that seeps through you. They had run out of funds to continue the orphanage, the kids already enrolled would be split and sent to other organizations instead.Â
What you had once called your home was going to be non-existent in another yearsâ time. Those whom you called your teachers, mentors, parents... were going to be in places you were not familiar with. The children that you always bring back food, clothes and toys for were going to be separated into different cities and states. As if not having a family was not bad enough, the people you now called your family was going to be split apart.Â
You hadnât noticed your eyes were closed until you opened them, the weight of the makeup on your face urging you to rub your eyes and skin but the discipline written into your hands stop you from doing so.Â
Standing back to fix your posture, your eyes land on the one garnish on your body that doesnât belong to Louis Vuitton - the ring on your middle finger. A gold band that looked more like a wedding ring than anything else.Â
It had the name of the orphanage engraved on the inner side, so it feels lighter on your hands than it would otherwise be.Â
A deep breath expands your chest as you take your briefcase and step away from the sink, attention scrutinising yourself more than you actually would.
The corridors of the hotel collect you back into its wealth again, drawing the thickest line between the realities of people like you and those who enjoy the luxurious life.Â
The racerâs manager was sitting at the end of the meeting table when you enter, and you immediately recognise half the list of names you had seen before. Gucciâs manager was here personally. Another racer and his manager were here too. Stefano Domenicali and Michael Masi were here.Â
Why were they here? Their names werenât on the list.
âAh, Miss l/n!â Masi gets off his seat and holds out his hand. âSuch a pleasure to meet you!â
âHonor on my part,â Reaching out a palm, you smile the most graceful smile you can find in the muscles of your face.Â
âCan I get you a drink? Weâre still waiting for Mr Lee before we begin our discussion on the collaboration.â
Collaboration?
âPardon my ignorance but... I thought I was here for a sponsorship or a model-contract request for Mr Lee... I wasnât expecting your attendance or... a collaboration.â
Domenicalli chuckles heartily at his seat as he whirls around to gesture to one of the staff members in the room. âWill you get her a Mojito?âÂ
Then he stands up and pushes his glasses up his nose bridge. âWeâve been looking for a company thatâs willing to do a three-way partnership with us and Mr Leeâs agency. Right now, itâs boiled down to both Louis Vuitton and Gucci so... it depends on which contract Mr Leeâs agency is more interested in.â
âOh... Um, if thatâs the case then Iâm not entirely sure if the contract I have with me right now is appropriate-â
âOh, itâs not. LV has already told us youâd sell them better unscripted than if planned,â Masi leans forward and mutters away from your ear. âDonât tell Gucci though. Their managerâs only here because they panicked.â
He pulls away and before he can say anything else, the door clicks open with a staff member pushing the door open for the star of the night.Â
âMy apologies,â Heâs changed out of his formal suit and is in a more comfortable set of hoodie and baggy pants now. âDid I keep everybody waiting?â
âNo, not at all!â Masi throws his hands up into the air and beckons you to meet Lee Hyunjae. âMight I introduce... Miss l/n from LV. Sheâll be the one pitching the collaboration for LV today.â
Hyunjaeâs eyes are wide and clear, despite his fringe covering his eyelids. âMy pleasure,â He holds out his hand and you take it to shake, but he doesnât stop there.
Lifting the back of your hand to his lips, the contact is soft and gentle on your skin.Â
Your hairs stand against your will and goosebumps erupt all over your neck when he pulls away, eyes now locked with yours. Nobody else in the room bothers to provide a reaction - itâs like heâs done this before and itâs perfectly normal.Â
The rest of the evening is spent listening to your own pitch, and Gucciâs, but you couldnât really keep your head in the game when... all that was in Lee Hyunjaeâs head was... you.
Youâd be lying had you said you were comfortable with how much he was glancing at you across the table, obviously not listening to Gucciâs pitch at all. His manager was the one busy jotting down all kinds of things, almost like it was an act of dictation. But the racerâs eyes fail to leave you for any longer than five seconds, and it was becoming glaringly obvious that he wasnât really paying attention to the pitch.Â
Gucciâs pitch finally finishes, giving you some kind of escape because now his manager is pummeling him for not listening to the benefits provided as Gucciâs ambassador. The contract document from LV was sitting before you, very single term and condition now inapplicable because you had just pitched something that wasnât in the instruction manual.
God help me not to get fired.
âMr Lee has some to a decision,â Masi claps his hands together, earning the attention of everybody in the room. âThe Formula One federation would like to officially welcome Lee Hyunjae as the brand ambassador in a stellar collaboration... with Gucci.â
The Gucci ambassador scout smiles with triumph as the room provides a round of applause, you included.Â
âThank you so much, Miss l/n, for coming down. Your pitch was nothing short of commendable and I will make sure your manager will hear of that, alright?â Masi and Domenicali take turns shaking your hand. In your peripheral vision, you watch the Gucci ambassador shake hands with both Lee Hyunjae and his manager.Â
Masi and Domenicali finish up with you, and Lee Hyunjaeâs manager approaches you for the handshake with his client behind him. âThat was a stellar... impromptu pitch, Miss l/n.â
A gentle chuckle rolls off your tongue as you pull your hand away, tightly clutching the briefcase. âI work better when things arenât planned, so...â
âWeâll... weâll keep in touch, LV. Youâre an excellent scout with marvelous presentation skills. It makes me sad Mr Lee didnât choose you.â
Your eyes drift to Hyunjaeâs and heâs already looking at you like he hadnât eaten in three days and you were a bowl of soup.
âOf course weâll keep in touch. Heâll still be valuable asset and ambassador after his contract with Gucci ends,â Ignoring him, you return your attention to his manager.Â
âNow, letâs hope the Prince of Korea doesnât screw anything up, yeah?â His manager grins as he pats Hyunjae on the back. âAnyway, itâs been a mighty pleasure. Weâll be in touch.â
You lower your head as a small nod, turning on your heels to exit the room. Even then you can feel his eyes on your back.Â
By the time youâre back in your hotel room (which was in the same hotel as you had the internal meeting), your feet are half dead from the heels you were wearing and the makeup on your face was starting to wear off. It took a nice, warm bath and a rather long conversation with your own manager on the phone as he congratulated on pulling through an impromptu pitch.Â
He finally finishes, and you drop your phone into the towel by the bathtub as the steam fogs up the mirror. But your peace is cut short when someone rings the doorbell of your room.Â
âRoom service for Miss l/n!â
Tightening the robe around your waist, you pull open the door and watch the hotel staff hold out a bottle of wine and an envelop. âMr Lee Hyunjae sends his regards, Miss.â
Surprised, you receive the bottle. The hotel staff bows and leaves, letting you turn around and the door click shut.Â
To: Miss l/n
I apologise for the inappropriate staring earlier this evening. This is an attempt to compensate for my behaviour. Iâll be leaving Italy the day after tomorrow so if you could do me the pleasure of having dinner with me tomorrow... Iâd like to be acquainted.
Iâve made a reservation at La Terrazza for 7pm. Iâll meet you in the guest lobby downstairs at 6.30 to pick you up.Â
Love,Â
Lee Hyunjae
You can see how the material of the paper trembles a little between your fingers. The thought runs, So heâs a creep and a national treasure. He canât hurt you, right?
Again, the evening gown is more than fitting on you. Itâs been tailored to hug all your curves at your chest and your hips and thighs and it exposes your leg where the slit is. Itâs like LV knew you had an important evening appointment coming up and had you pack all these different sets appropriate for the event.Â
The usher standing by the guest lobby nods when you head for the door, and he pushes it open to reveal only one person in it: Lee Hyunjae.Â
On the phone, he whirls around when he hears the doors swish against the carpet flooring. His eyes are glimmering under the soft, rosy lighting and the glossy collar of his suit looks like plastic from the reflection.Â
âI gotta go, Iâll call you back.â
The phone clicks to black before he opens his blazer and slides it into his inner breast pocket.Â
âIâm gonna guess thatâs your manager,â Your fingers wrap around the clutch tightly as he takes a few steps toward you, obviously very stunned by how different you looked compared from the previous day.Â
âUh, no, actually,â That million-dollar smile gleams at you. He reaches up to his forehead and scratches his brow. His hair is styled upwards so seeing the glory of his forehead was pretty enticing. âMy mom. Making sure Iâm doing well and fine here.â
He stops a safe distance away from you, finished with taking in whatever of you his eyes and memory can allow him. âNot gonna lie, I thought you were gonna stand me up.â
âI think LV would fire me if they knew I stood the Lee Hyunjae up.â
Hyunjae licks his lips then purses them together, attention finally peeling off your face as he reaches for your hand. He presses his lips into the back of your palm, then casually hooks your arm around his while he walks to your side. âReady to go?â
At a loss of words for his flirtatious mannerism, all you can afford is a nod.
But as if your vocabulary bank wasnât already exhausted, you canât help but stare in complete astonishment when you are led to the matte black Sian Roadster already waiting at the drop-off point right outside the lobby.Â
âHave them send the Dior package to Miss l/nâs room by 9pm,â He instructs the bell boy by the hotel entrance as he reaches for the vehicle door.Â
âWait, what?âÂ
âYes, Mr Lee.â
âThanks.â
âWait a minute,â Your vision is finally peeled off the car when Lee Hyunjae pulls the door open. âWhat Dior package?â
âJust a token of appreciation from me, thatâs all,â He releases your arm as he guides you into the vehicle. âI knew if I gave it to you over dinner, youâd reject, so...â
Twitching his eyebrow, he smirks and retreats, closing the car door.Â
Flirt.
The vehicle moves off with a sharp rev of the engine, and you almost feel guilty for being able to be comfortable in in your clothes, shoes, sports car and on the way to a fancy-ass restaurant.Â
If only things could be like that for everybody and everything.Â
âSo, when are you leaving Italy?â
âOh, um... tomorrow too actually,â Romeâs lights are wondrous on the outside, some of them blinding you. âI have... something to attend.â
âHmm, thatâs... vague.â
You turn to eye him at his silent call for clarification. âIâm attending a closing event; help out with administrations.â
âLike... a pet store or something?â
âYeah, âor somethingâ.â
âThat confidential, huh?â He lets out a soft chuckle.Â
The gut in your abdomen tells you not to look at him. Heâll see right through you, figure out that thereâs something more to it than something âconfidentialâ.Â
âYeah,â You mask it with a sigh. âFunds and things.â
You can feel his attention sink into your back as silence befell the atmosphere.Â
Thereâs a kind of light in his eyes when he talks about racing. When heâs describing the feeling of adrenaline in his fingers, gripped around the steering wheel. Heâs unexpectedly kind to the service at the restaurant, then again he was a celebrity and he had a reputation to uphold.Â
Itâs the kind of light that made you panic throughout dinner, because thereâs no way this specimen of a man would ever pay you a second thought. Maybe you were going to be his Italy fling that he would boast about to his friends and colleagues and theyâd laugh at you without you even knowing.Â
What was a rich, handsome racer even doing, single? It was too good to be true, and even if it was, you? Of all people?
Dream on.
âItâs been... an amazing night. Thank you so much for dinner.â
Lee Hyunjae walks you into the lift, letting you press the button to your floor first.Â
âIâll walk you back. I have time.â
Standing with your feet together, in the safety of your gown, your hands are holding your clutch like your life depended on it. You could tell that he wasnât the most comfortable now, not with his hands over one another and placed politely on his abdomen.
When the lift door dings open, the silence remains. He trails behind you as you walk your way to your room, hands fumbling through your clutch to search for your keycard. The slick of the door is fast and you push the door open, with a black and silver box with the label âDIORâ printed on it sitting at the foot of your bed.Â
âOh, my God!â You rush in and grab the box, eyes widening as you turn to him, who has one arm extended to keep the door open. The box was almost as big as a pillow.
Thereâs a soft, warm smile on his face. A stark contrast to all his flirty ministrations throughout the evening. âGoodnight, Miss l/n. Sleep well and have a safe flight.â
âWha-â Then he lowers his head, and turns around. âWait!â
Without another moment of hesitation, he disappears down the corridor and the door swings shut.Â
It feels ironically empty. Your hands are carrying this Godforsaken box of a gift and yet you cannot think of a way to properly thank the person who gave it to you. With slight reluctance, your fingers find the edge of the cover.
Itâs a beautiful Dior blazer, packaged with a perfume and a cosmetics set. The cream letter in it is handwritten and signed the racer himself.
I wish we had more time. Love, Lee Hyunjae
The nauseating sensation of your heart sinking in your chest beats all the logic in your brain when you find yourself reaching for the door handle. The box is mindlessly thrown back onto the bed as you rush out, kicking off your heels in the moment of folly. (Of course, remembering to use the door latch to keep the door open.)
âHyunjae!â You call down the corridor, and he was just about to enter the lift. He turns, providing you with a gorgeous view of his jaw.Â
It feels like a fairytale, when you run down the carpeted corridor, barefooted and still in your gown. The urge to throw your arms around him far supercedes your brain yelling at you not to, but you do it anyway.Â
He catches you by the waist as your rest your forehead in his blazer, arms already struggling to meet the height of his shoulders.Â
A whisper. âI wish we had more time too.â
He pushes you back by your upper arms, tucking one bit of your hair behind your ear. âIf time is what you want, then Iâll make time.â
âBut... I- Will you get in trouble?â
He looks you dead in the eye and subtly shakes his head.Â
Time stops.Â
Fear. Thatâs what youâre feeling.Â
Then he tilts his head and slowly leans in.Â
âI donât think Iâd care if I do.â
His breath hits your upper lip and your instincts flutter your lids shut.Â
White wine and strawberries from dinner. Thatâs what he tastes like.
Warmth radiates off his palms and into your cheeks as he holds your face close to his, unable to resist the satisfaction and sweetness you were providing him. In this moment of intimacy, he loses all sense of realism and urgency - all he wants is you to himself, for the rest of the night until the sun rises.Â
Then heâd have to worry about never seeing you again because his manager had chosen Gucci over LV.Â
But right now, he has your heart and soul in his hands, as does his in yours.Â
Being the romantic and (probably) egoistic man of a celebrity he is, he lowers himself and slides his arms where the back of your knees would be, somehow never breaking the kiss. The material of the gown dribbles over the cotton of his suit and your arm circles behind his neck, only minimizing the distance between the two of you.Â
It feels like youâre getting married in this black and gold sparkly evening gown when he pushes the door open with his back. The scent of the room is inviting, but definitely none in comparison to the scent of his cologne beginning to stain your hands and your clothes.Â
Gently resting you into the cool sheets of the bed, he pulls away to remove the Dior package off the bed, placing it on the mini coffee table by the bed.Â
You were never one to deal with one night stands. Hell, the only person youâd ever slept with was some stupid kid back in the orphanage when your stupid teenage hormones were running-
He pulls off his blazer and leans in again, picking your awkward hands and resting them on the knot of his tie. His fingers are grazing the skin on your upper arm, trailing down to your cheek and then your hairline where he combs his hands through your hair.Â
The knot on the tie comes undone with some slight tugs, and you slide it out from under his collar. Undoing only the first one, you rest your palms against his chest, creating a small rift where the air rushes to your lips where his should be.
Heâs slightly stunned at the slightest breakage, but he is overwhelmed with more care and concern than he was upset. âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â He traces your jaw and rests his fingers on your chin, noses almost touching.
âAre you sure... You want to do this? I canât risk you losing your career,â Your index finger traces the likes of his cheekbone. âYou barely just started.â
Hyunjae shakes his head subtly, taking your hands to his lips and pressing them into the back of your palm. âWhen I saw you in that room, I was... star struck. Youâd think being the celebrity in the room would mean everything, but I felt like I was nothing if I didnât know you, much less be able to get close to you.â
And for someone who hasnât really had a biological family to love, his words stuck.Â
âI just... knew. There are some things in the world you can work for, but I donât think any amount of effort can give me you.â
His brown orbs find your gaze and it melts you thoroughly. Like ice cream on a hot day; like the way the ocean washes against the sand by the beach, taking grains of sand away with it - the same way Hyunjae was winning you bit by bit, if not already all of you.Â
Your hands find his collar again, and it tightens around the stiff material to pull him back down. He smiles into the kiss, hands pressing into the mattress by your hair while you undo the rest of his buttons. His skin is hot under the shirt, blood running on the adrenaline and tension he was riding on from the intimacy. Muscles pumped and heart racing, you finally get his shirt off and he does you the honor of dropping it to the ground.Â
He gives you time to gasp for air while he dips his nose into your neck, inhaling your perfume and the scent of the hotel shampoo in your hair. His back muscles tense up under your cold fingertips as you run them along his spine. Itâs almost beast-like, when he flexes his arms and every single move shifts his shoulder blades under his skin. His lips leave gentle pecks in your neck and your exposed collar bone, letting goosebumps erupt all over your skin.Â
His hand caresses your waist as a way of request, and you arch your back just enough for him to find the zipper on the back of your gown. The vibrations of the zip being pulled downwards already feels like little bolts of electricity up your spine, and the straps around your shoulders loosen with every inch unzipped.Â
Heâs done, when his fingers return to your shoulders to push the straps off. The cool air kisses your skin in spots where he isnât touching with any part of his body. The silk of the gown gently slides off with every inch of a movement you make, more and more of your torso exposed to him.Â
Sliding one of his arms under your lower back, he pulls you out of the dress instead of stripping you of it as he helps you further up the bed. Your hands press into the mattress in a bid to help him shift yourself without breaking the sloppy, messy kiss. Your back finally meets the pillows and he pushes the gown off the bed with his leg.Â
Chin tilting to the ceiling, he finally creates some distance between the two of you, eyes drifting down to your collar bone and chest still covered. His palms are hot around your waist as he trails butterfly pecks on your cleavage, while your fingers find his hair to tousle and grip.Â
Goosebumps start to surface when his breath is heavy on your stomach, then he reaches your underwear and itâs almost embarrassing to have him kiss you.Â
Your clouded vision is manually stuck to the ceiling when you can feel your face burning with adrenaline. The tickle of the material when it gets pulled off your hips and down your legs bring your cheeks more color, and before you know it, Hyunjae has your breath hitched in your throat.Â
He rests your thighs on his shoulders as he works his way around, the bare minimum sanity left inside you decides to grip onto the sheets instead of ripping out his hair.Â
Chills shoot up your spine mercilessly, emanating in the form of lewd mewls directed into the air. The crown of your head meets the cushioned head board of the bed when his grip on your thighs tighten to keep you from squirming too much.Â
Without warning, he drags a finger down your sensitiveness and slides it in easily, the sensation erupting a more-than-shameful groan from you. Pulling away, he adds another finger before shifting his attention back to your upper body, now eyeing the last piece of material covering your chest. But he captures your lips first to earn your attention, and your arms naturally find your way around his neck to keep him close.Â
His free hand goes around your back to unhook your lingerie, and itâs nothing but a new addition to all the clothes on the carpet now. He removes his fingers, and breaks the kiss first, for the sole reason of giving you a perfect view of him licking his glistening skin.Â
You can feel your brows furrow with frustration now, the warmth from him dissipating when he leans back on his heels in a kneeling position. By providing you a gorgeous view of his being while he undoes his belt, heâs only adding more fire to the fuel.Â
Itâs significant enough to stretch out the material of his boxers, and so he climbs over you as he removes his last bit of clothing. He harshly yanks you downwards into a lying position by your ankle, and the sharp friction against your back is an addition to the heat between the two of you.Â
His breath is heavy on your lips as he rests his palms by your ears, weight pushing in the mattress. âTell me if it hurts, love.â
Then he presses his lips into yours, like his life depended on it, and in one swift motion, he buries himself inside you like it was the most natural thing to do.Â
You suck all the breath out of him as you gasp into the kiss, and he finds your arms to hook around his neck and shoulders.Â
If you could feel the taste of honey throughout your body, this must be how it feels.Â
He gives you some moments before he starts grinding his hips slowly, his palms finding your thighs and digging into your flesh as he hooks them around his hips.Â
Breathless, you pull away first, whimpers in the back of your throat louder than what you wouldâve expected. His nose dips into your neck again, arms now stretched out to use the headboard as support when he picks up the pace.Â
Cursing under your breath, you feel guilty for the bliss that was spreading through you. Your nerves are all heightened by the adrenaline and your vision is blurred from the sole nature of the intimate act.Â
Heâs not fast, but every spot heâs hitting feels like cloud nine over and over again.Â
Like a spark in the dark, the sacred spot reveals itself in the form of harsher breaths and groans. Your fingernails dig into his back and your thighs are losing stamina to remain wrapped around him.Â
âThatâs it,â He breaths into your ear, pressing a kiss into your lower jaw. âCome for me.â
Tremors burst through your body like lightning in a storm upon his request. He helps you ride it out with a few more thrusts before he pulls out himself, releasing on your stomach, chest heaving.Â
Resting his forehead on yours, he smiles. âLetâs hope that one day I wouldnât have to worry about pulling out.â
You scoff, slightly tired. âWeâll see.â
You are woken up by the unfamiliar warmth you normally donât have under the blanket. White sheets and tousled hair come into your field of vision before you can process the face, partially hidden, but eyes wide open.
âJesus,â Your morning breath billows out between your lips and you swallow to dampen your dry throat. The room looks too damn bright for it to be morning. âWhat time is it?â
â7am. Donât worry, we have plenty of time. My manager hasnât called me so... we have time to spare.âÂ
You shuffle around under the sheets and your arms slide under the pillow where its cool. He shifts and pulls out his arm to rest on his tricep, palm under his ear and hair as he perches up his head.Â
âWhat?â You pull the blanket up to your face and inhale the scent of it. It smells like him now.Â
âYou look pretty when youâre asleep.â
âWhat?â You frown, but a smile is on your lips. âHow long did you watch me sleep for?â
âNot long, donât worry. Iâm not a perv.â
âWell, considering we just slept together after 24 hours of knowing one another-â
âHey, weâre both about to be deported back to Korea to work. Give us a break, would you?â He groans and shifts again, this time trying to pull you into his chest.Â
âAh,â Snorting, you let him cradle you in his arms, his bare skin pressed warmly into yours. ââDeportâ? Thatâs what you call your job?â
âOnly because youâre involved now,â He pecks you on the lips. âSo... can I ask about your âadministrative mattersâ you said you needed to attend?â
Right. The orphanage is closing down.Â
The guilt washes through you again.Â
âOh,â A look of seriousness overtakes your facials, and he notes the change in expression. âUm... I- Well... Itâs an orphanage. Itâs closing.â
He blinks at you, gaze filled with wander. âWere you a volunteer or...?â
Silence.Â
You canât bring yourself to say it.Â
Unable to bear the incoming judgment he might provide you, your eyes dart away.Â
âHey, hey,â He finds your chin and tilts it back up to his attention. âWhatâs wrong? I donât see anything wrong with being who you are. Why are you ashamed?â
âI... Iâve lived all my life with that label. âOrphanâ. It only got better when I came out to work.â
âIs that why you are so worried? That... we might affect something and possibly implicate that?â
âMaybe.â
He sighs, thumb stroking your cheek as he shakes his head. âNah. It shouldnât matter.â Pulling your head into his chest, you can hear the steady thumping of his heart through his skin. ââAdministrative mattersâ, huh? Are you like a... committee member or donator?â
âIâm an unofficial sponsor ambassador from LV. Well, LV was supposed to arrange for official funding, but they just never really had the time or resources to build the rapport. The orphanage was doing too badly for any company or brand to want to help and invest their attention on.â
âMm,â He hums, stroking your hair. âIâm sorry about that. I truly am.â
âItâs okay. Nothing couldâve been done about it anyway. All I hope now is for the kids to be safe, no matter where they go.â
It feels empty again, having Hyunjae being ripped from your side at the airport once the plane touched down. The manager was surprisingly not surprised to know that you had spent the night together, the only question he had asked being something that concerned a future pregnancy, which the two of you have already confirmed negative.Â
Itâs late when you reach back your apartment, and you ready yourself for the private meeting with the committee members of the orphanage. Though tired and severely jet-lagged, you cannot miss this meeting. Itâs the last time youâll see all the caretakers and members of the organisation in the same room.
You shift into the taxi in a new set of clothes, but topped with the Dior blazer and smelling like the Dior perfume, you feel like you were probably going to get slapped once you reach the meeting.
The building of the orphanage looks so run-down, it could be mistaken for a prison had it not been for the words HILDAâS ORPHANAGE in big, block letters above the entrance. Before you can exit the taxi, your phone starts vibrating in your purse.
Itâs the President of the orphanage.
âIâm right outside the building, going in soon,â You push open the car door and thank the driver.Â
âThe meeting has been cancelled. Someone bought the orphanage and weâll be managed under a new system.â
âWhat?â
âSurprise.âÂ
You turn around and see the last person youâd expect to see here, in his hands, a folder of documents and a small bouquet of flowers.Â
âUm,â Your eyes are stuck to Hyunjae, but youâre still on the phone. âThe buyer... Does it have anything to do with Gucci or F1?â
âYes, itâs an F1 sponsorship but there will be more details into the managerial and planning system. Some things will have to change.â
âIâll... Iâll call you back.â
Hyunjae watches you lock your phone in shock, attention unrivalled. He takes a few steps towards you and you now realise heâs still in the same clothes he was in on the plane. His eyebags are obvious but the prideful grin on his face makes him glow.Â
Stopping about an armsâ length away from you, he holds out the folder.
âI checked with my manager and he checked with F1. They green-lit it, but on a few conditions. I heard them out before I told them it would be more likely than not youâd accept it, so here are the legal documents. All the terms and conditions and sponsor contract are already in here, so you and the President can sign it when you deem fit.â
Taking the folder, you didnât even notice your hands are trembling as you flip through it.Â
But your eyes flitter up from the page when you notice the printing:Â
OWNERâS SIGNATURE (Y/N L/N): ____________________
âItâs yours if you sign it.â
Now, he holds out the bouquet. âI thought of putting it under my name but I donât want you to think you owe me a favour and have it bugging you all the time.â
Gently shaking your head, as if you could shake out the surprise, you close the file and look to him in awe. âBut Iâll still owe you, big time. This is... this is everything, so thank you.â
He sucks in a deep breath and shakes the bouquet of flowers a little.Â
âYou can return the favour by going out with me. Properly, whenever I have time, and I promise, no Dior packages.â
Taking the bouquet into hand, you throw your arms around his shoulders, tears welling in your eyes.
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MY LITTLE DOROTHY
A/n: Literally the best outfit of love on tour! Repost from my other acc, enjoy:)
Warnings: smut, sub-Harry, anal play, unprotected sex, a whole lotta filth basically!
âYâ an come in nowâ Harry had finally called from inside his dressing room. Your had been waiting for the past 5 minutes, clad in your bunny outfit and truly taking on the bunny facade as you stomped your foot in anticipation of what Harry could be wearing for his Harryween show, the only information your had was that him and Alessandro Michele had designed the outfit together, so you knew the outcome was going to be something extravagant.
You donât hesitate to open the door, and when your eyes meet Harryâs your are fucking mesmerised, he was Dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard Of Oz, in a blue and white picnic blanket patterned dressâ oversea in little strawberries and apples, red tights, and some boots made to look like Dorothyâs iconic sparky red heels. And if it couldnât get any better, he looked fucking adorable with the blush on his cheeks and mascara on his eyelashes s and the cherry on top was the little bow maintaining his unruly curls.
âDo you think I look okayâ he say shifting on his heels, twiddling his fingers and you want to cry at the fact that he was a little nervous about his attire and what other people would think about it, you shut the dressing room door for a little privacy, he doesnât miss the way you flick the lock shut aswell.
âBaby, you look fucking beautifulâ you tell him truthfully, you canât get over how pretty he is, it had honestly sent you brain haywire, you had to say you did feel very underdressed in your quiet classic bunny costume now.
âAre you sure.â He asks again and walk right up to him this time taking his hand in yours, âsweet boy as long as you feel comfortable in it and you want to wear it, I say fuck everyone else if they say something bad about it, what your are doing is soo inspiring, just fucking all the gender norms and crossing the invisible lines in the wardrobe and showing other people that itâs okay, and maybe every leading them to do what your doing after never feeling confident enough to do it before, because you have given them that confidence, and that makes me so fuckinâ proud bubâ he nods along with what you were saying still not fully with you but getting there.
Do you feel comfortable?â you ask again.
âYes i do, feelin a bit cuteâ he giggles making you smile.
âI mean thereâs a reason for that, you look fucking adorable. And your know what I know for a fact that everyone is going to love it, I know it.â
âThankyou darling, feel a lot better nowâ he pulls you into his arms for a quick hug.
âGood, now dâya want me to show you how pretty I think your are baby?â He doesnât even have to ask what she means and doesnât care that his cock gets hard at how quickly the tables have turned.
âYes pleaseâ and you smirk at the feeling of his hard length against your thigh, you knew he was still a little nervous, a lot less than before and you just wanted him to appreciate himself more because sometimes he did a bad job at doing that, and this was pretty much the only way you knew how to. It is also for your sake because Harry in dresses did something to you and never failed to make your panties wet and you honestly donât think you could wait till after the show, you had one hour to fufill your desires it wasnât as much time you would have liked to spend on him but for now you would have to make do.
âGet on the couch for me baby, all foursâ you tell him taking up the dominant facade that Harry usually took on in the bedroom, and you canât lie when you say it excites you.
âYes angelâ he follows your order, getting on all fours on the leather couch his ass sticking out, giving you a glimpse of what was under the dress, his tights protruding in his crotch area and you can wait to explore what was underneath.
âWhat should I do to you huh, what should I do to my pretty little Dorothy.â You moved closer stroking over his ass, he wiggles it slightly at the contact.
âCan I have your fingers, p-pleaseâ he stutters, desperate for any kind of touch at this moment in time.
âWhere do you want my fingers baby boyâ the smirk on your face is cynical, bathing in your own dominance.
âIn my ass, want y-you to fuck my ass with your fingers pleaseâ he begs and your canât help but run over your clit with your fingers over the fabric of your costume, in attempt to relieve some of the tingling.
âGood boy, asked so nicely, now you can have my fingersâ you kneel behind him and start pulling his tights down to his mid thigh, his cock springing out revealing he had forgone any underwear this evening his briefs probably being too tight to be worn aswell as the red tights,and the thought gets your even more flustered.
âThankyou angelâ he mumbles into the couch cushions bunching the dress up to his chest in his hands making sure it wasnât in the the way, and gives a small yelp when you abruptly squeezed the flesh of his ass in your hands.
âGonna get you all nice and wet for me okayâ you begin swirling your finger around his tight ring of muscles and he now and at the contact. You bring your hand back up to your mouth getting your fingers nice and wet making the experience more comfortable for Harry.
You bring your hand back down, circling his hole and dipping in every now and again to get him used to the feeling, you hadnât done this in quite a while having been on tour, most nights he wanted to fuck the living daylights out of your because of his adrenaline highs, but oh how the roles have reversed now.
âPlease Iâm ready, just want your fingers p-pleaseâ you can tell by his tone that his is absolutely desperate.
âGotta be patient sweet boy, donât wanna hurt you, want you to feel good.â He gives in to your words and smooshed his head back into the couch cushions.
After a few minutes you decide he is finally ready, all nice and lubed up with the help of your saliva and loosened up a bit by your fingers. âGonna make you feel good now babyâ he wiggles his ass in excitement at the promise. âPlease, please, please.â He begs and you respond by fully inserting your index finger curling it up. His moans full the room âfuck feels so good angel, give me moreâ so you do as he say and start thrusting your finger in and out of his asshole, some adding another when his soft walls starts to open up more.
By now your are fucking him at a relentless pace, your fingers making squelching sounds as you thrust them, his moans are continuous and getting louder by the second.
âShit gonna make cum so hard angel, feels so good, can you please t-touch my cock, please.â
âYeah baby boy gonna cum hard for me, Iâll touch your cock and then I want you to come for me okayâ
âMâso close, shitâ he cries out.
You still your fingers for a second which he whines at, so you can reach around to grasp his veiny cock and begin pumping it at the same time. When you start fucking his ass again he cries out, the sensation feeling soo good. On one particular thrust you reach your fingers deep managing to brush his prostate his whole body spasming âshit, Iâm gonna cum, can I cum pleaseâ
âCum for me baby boy, make a mess of yourselfâ he does exactly that. After a few more thrust and pumps of your fingers and hard he is cumming hard, long spurts of thick cum landing on the couch and thank got it was leather, his hole fluttering sporadically, Harry swore he saw stars. You still your fingers but carry on pumping his cock, milking every last drop of his milky cum.
âShit, too muchâ he slurs out and you instantly stop your movements, slowly removing your fingers only to put them in your mouth to get a taste of his sweet, mellow ass.
âYâokay baby boyâ
âYes angel, feel all warm in my tummy, heads spinning a bit too, but it feels so niceâ he says dreamily.
âAww iâm glad, can you sit up for me babyâ
âMhhhâ he moves his body upright and moves to sit down where his cum hasnât dirtied the couch, you love to straddle him so you can give him a kissy which he soon replicates, grasping hold of your hips with his soft hands. When you feel his cock harden against your thigh again your open your eyes in surprise âdidnât think you had that much left in you, but look at you getting all hard again, such a dirty boyâ
âCanât help it, you look hot too, walking around in that outfit, floundering that bunny tail, impossible not to get hard atâ
âThink you can cum for me again sweet boyâ you give him a few more pecks across his face.
âSuch a good boy for me arenât you, gonna ride you baby if that okayâ
âYeah want to to ride me, legs are still a little numbâ he smirks.
âOh poor babyâ you say quickly standing up to get ride of any clothing on your bottom half before straddling him again.
âYâreadyâ you ask rubbing your built up slickness around your cunt with your finger, âcan I have a tasteâ he pleads. âOf course baby here you goâ you bring your finger up to his lips to which he quickly enclosed them and hims in delight when your sweet arousal spreads across his tongue, he sucks in your finger till itâs clean before you take it back out, his lips making a popping sound when you do.
Your take his cock in your hand and he hissed slightly, still a little sensitive, and you guide him to your entrance before sinking down fully into his, and he tips his head back thudding into the back of the couch, and you moan out eyes rolling at the feeling of your walls behind my full of his cock, the slight sting of his cock stretching your walls further adding to the pleasure. You start bouncing up and down, his cock felt so good inside you and the angle meant he was going really deep and you knew it would take you long to topple over the edge.
You grasp onto his hair at the base of his neck, trying not to disturb the bow on his head too much. His moans are going directly in your ear and going straight to your core, as his head is buried into your neck, finding the pleasure a lot to handle.
âShit Iâm gonna cum soonâ you say thrusting even faster, bringing your hand down to your clit to rub deep circles to get your there quicker.
âFuckâ he moans, his balls tingling as he gets close to another orgasm and he knows that heâs literally going to explode inside you very soon.
You begin to clench around him, and without any words being spoken you both know that your are about to cum, and after a few more deep thrusts you fall over the edge. Your toes curling, body spasming around him, your cunt squeezing round him which leads his to his second orgasm of the night, he squeezes his eyes shut an grits his teeth body shaking as he shoots his load deep inside your, and you can tell itâs a lot when his cum starts falling out of your pussy even with his cock still buried inside you. It takes a few minutes for you to both come down from you high, your warm breaths dancing from each other as you try to regain any sense or reality.
You eventually pull his head from your neck, âyou okay bubâ and you wish you had a camera on your when you get a proper look at his face, all hazy and fucked out mascara running down his cheeks from the overstimulation of cumming twice, you just wanted to capture this moment and keep it forever.
âFeel incredible angel, thankyou for showing me how pretty I am.â He smiles his eyes still shut from the exhaustion of their previous activities.
And you smile at his admittance, glad that he could finally see it and believe when you said that he was beautiful. You would usually call him cocky but you didnât have the energy to, âthatâs okayâŚmy little Dorothy.
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(Iâm writing these thoughts as a white woman. If any POC and especially women of color can add to this or even correct me where Iâm wrong, please do so. But honestly I was trying to sleep and these thoughts were keeping me up)
Also beware vague spoilers
I saw Nope yesterday, and itâs been on my mind ever since. I read a lot of posts that make the connection of how animals are treated and how poc are treated in media (and in general letâs be honest). Part of me hates this comparison because it feels dehumanizing toward poc, but then I realize thatâs the point. How theyâve always been a spectacle to white media. Even before movies, we had minstrel shows where white people in black face would depict black people as silly and happy-go-lucky. We had circuses that would take wild animals and not only put them on display but also train them to perform tricks. I also think of people like Thomas "Blind Tom" Wiggins, a black man who is believed to have had autism. He was born a slave, and because he was blind, he didnât do work outside. When he was 4 years old, he learned how to play the piano by listening to his masterâs daughters playing. By the age of 5, he composed his first song. His owners put on shows and toured him around, making a ton of money off of him. They even compared him to a trained animal.Â
So obiviously thereâs a lot there. But I also noticed the movie deals with women, and especially women of color, and how they are portrayed in media. Though thereâs only one prominent woman in the movie, Em, the movie highlights this with two other women as well. First, we have the unnamed, unmentioned Haywood mother. Maybe it was just me, but I never once questioned where OJ and Emâs mother was. I grew up on Disney movies; dead mothers are a dime a dozen. In fact, the only time I ever thought about their mother was the one scene where Em looks at the picture of who we can assume is her mother. It was then I realize we never spoke about her, never gave a reason for her absence. And like I said, dead mothers are a dime a dozen. How often does a movie start with a dead woman? You have the whole trope of âfridgingâ, where a woman is killed or harmed in some way, usually to give the male character a reason to fight. Maybe itâs just me, but when the camera focused on that photo, it really hit me just how accepting of the fact the mother was gone.Â
The other woman, who also isnât in the movie but at least is named, is Oprah. At first I kind of just took it as a joke. The Oprah shot. Even Em makes fun of OJ for mentioning her. âWhy do you love Oprah so much?â But the reference makes sense to me. As a white girl who grew up in the 90s, Oprah was THE black woman. She was constantly taught about during black history month. Born in poverty, able to raise herself up to not only a prominent and influential talk show host but also philanthropist who creates schools in Africa for young girls and has her own movie production company, television company, books, you name it. In the 90s, sheâs who you thought about when you thought of successful black women. In the 2000s, it was Michelle Obama.Â
But let me talk about Em now. Poor Em. Even in my analysis, you were put last. Like I said earlier, sheâs the only prominent female character in the movie. OJ is set up to be our main character, and for most of the movie, he is. Em is set up to be the supporting role. She even acts as comic relief next to the stoic OJ. In a weird, nonromantic way, she sort of reminds me of a manic pixie dream girl, trying to help OJ get out of his shell. But throughout the movie, Em turns the table on the supporting female role. She doesnât dress for the male gaze, mostly wearing sports wear or baggy clothes. Sheâs flashy. Sheâs loud. She stands out in scenes rather than hanging on the sidelines or in the background. And as the movie progresses, she becomes more in focus. She talks about how her dad went all cowboy on her and wouldnât let her train the horses, how she watched from the sides as OJ trained what was supposed to be *her* horse. Throughout most of the film, the focus is on OJ, but what happens when we get to the climax of the film? He names the creature after the horse Em was supposed to tame. During the climax, she starts off in the supporting role again, not out in the field with the guys but in the house monitoring the cameras. But when things start turning south and OJ isnât able to do it on his own, she jumps into the fray. OJ hands the battle off to her, and in the end, sheâs the one to get the Oprah shot. Sheâs the one who brings Jean Jacket down.Â
Sorry, this made much more sense in my head at 3am so I apologize if it doesnât make much sense. I just couldnât sleep anymore until I got these thoughts out.Â
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SOULMATE AU:: First Swap
Look who's back... That's right! Soulmate AU.
I intend to make a shortfic with five chapters, after finishing posting Bombshell (which already has the first of three chapters posted HERE)
Here they are 7 and their behavior may seem strange, but... Damian. So, yeah.
Soulmate AU:: 1 and 2.
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Maribat by @ozmav
Marinette was... irritated, so to speak, with Mlle. Bustier.
The woman had once again invalidated her feelings for Chloe. Chloe, who was being particularly mean to her, because she was jealous that Marinette had a soulmate, but she didn't.
Chloe had - as always - thrown a tantrum because Marinette had achieved a better grade than she in the test and didnât shut up for a second until that moment.
Marinette's head was throbbing with the start of a monstrous headache.
âBut Mlle. Bustier!â The blonde whined. "I'm sure Dupain-Cheng cheated!" The high-pitched voice resonated through the windowpanes and hurt the students' eardrums.
"Chloe, please." Mlle. Bustier asked, frowning, probably as irritated as the rest of the students.
Chloe snorted indignantly. "Then I will tell my-"
That was when Marinette felt the comforting presence at her side. Catching the movement with a quick look before she turned around completely so she could look at him better.
The skin kissed by the sun, black hair and short. He dressed like the shinobis she saw in the action movies that papa let her watch when mama wasn't around. Sitting in the chair that was previously available, there was an air of danger around him.
But what caught her attention most were his eyes. His eyes that matched hers perfectly, and he was beautiful.
"Thank you." He replied, his cheeks turning a shy pink.
Marinette squeaked, her hands rising automatically to cover her mouth, drawing the attention of Nino and Kim sitting across from her.
"Are you okay, MDC?" Kim asked.
She shook her head frantically. "If you say..." Nino replied suspiciously.
Marinette took her hands from her mouth to smile at them and so the two turned their attention to the interrupted conversation.
She looked at him again, feeling overwhelmed by the flood of information that hit her.
The world around them changing rapidly.
"Wow." Marinette sighs.
She looked at the breathtaking landscape.
The place they were in looked like a big Asian-style mansion on top of a mountain. She could see the clouds from the floor she was on and how the sun reflected against the rocks around the building.
It was breathtaking.
"I agree with you." He says, his eyes glued to her.
A commotion attracts Marinette's attention.
Underneath where they were, she could see other people - Ghuls - in the same type of black clothes as he was, training with katanas and their face covered.
The League of Assassins. Heir. Batman. Damian.
"Oh." She turns to look at him again. An unknown feeling burning in her chest and a lump stuck in her throat.
Her eyes start to burn, a sob escaping without her permission. "I-" Tears clouded her vision, wanting to-
He- Damian, spread his arms, an intelligible expression on his face and a guilty glint in his eyes.
She didn't hesitate for a second before jumping into his arms.
Finally. Finally, she was able to touch, see, smell him, melt against the heat of his body, unite with him.
"I'm so happy." She sniffs against his neck. âI've been so worried about you! Always hurting yourself and- the pains I felt coming from you...!â
Damian tightens his arms around her.
"I'm fine, ya rouhi (my soul)." He responds smoothly.
Marinette violently denies it. "No, you're not!"
âI am- now I am. You don't have to worry anymore.â Damian whispers against her shoulder.
She smiles at the choice of words, her heart warming more and more. It was like the sky, like she was floating with clouds. She never wanted it to end.
âMlle. Bustier, Maritrash is being scary!â Chloe's voice frightens Marinette and she moves away from Damian back to the classroom, where everyone is looking at her strangely.
Chloe wags her finger at her, tapping her foot on the floor.
"She's talking strange and smiling like a lunatic!"
Beside Marinette, Damian snorts angrily. "She's just annoying."
"I know. Most of the time I just ignore her, you know? Like a persistent fly.â The girl responds, an acid touch in the words.
Chloe gasps, knowing that Marinette was talking about her.
âMlle. Bustier!â She whimpers.
The teacher sighs tiredly with Chloe's tantrums and the way Marinette was dealing with it. She, better than anyone, knew that it was not right to disrupt others because she was frustrated.
"Marinette, apologize to Chloe." Bustier asks. "You were rude with your words."
The girl looks at the teacher in disbelief and Chloe smiles convinced.
"But I didn't do anything!" She complains. "Chloe who's being stupid again!"
Everyone in the classroom chokes on Marinette's words. Chloe starts to cry and Bustier gets up from her seat scandalized.
"Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" She slaps her hand on the table. "Apologize right now or I will be forced to call your parents at school!" Threatened.
Most of Marinette's classmates were unable to notice the change in the girl's appearance or how her posture had hardened. Not even the change in the girl's eye color was noticed.
Only Kim, Nino - who were sitting closest to her -, Sabrina who knew Marinette and Mlle. Bustier, who, despite everything, was very observant.
'Marinette' leaned back against the back of the seat, her lips pressed in a thin line, her eyes - both green, but with different hues - cold as ice and her hair had darkened to a glossy black.
"I hope that this attitude will be taken not only towards me, but with the annoying girl as well." She says.
"Annoying girl?" Chloe mutters incredulously.
"Why would I do that?" Mlle. Bustier replies. "The only person I see being rude is you."
Marinette throws her head back and laughs sarcastically before looking back at the teacher. The face as hard as stone.
"That was a good joke, mademoiselle." She stands up, arms crossed behind her. "That-" She stops as if she's hearing something. âChloe, right. She has been distracting everyone since you started class. Making meaningless complaints or just whining and so far, I haven't seen you scold her for it.â
Mlle. Bustier swallows.
"B-But-"
âNo âbutsâ!â Marinette cuts the woman. "It gets special treatment just for being the daughter of politician, is it?"
Chloe tosses her hair over her shoulders, arms crossed. âMy father is the new mayor of Paris. Mayor! He rules everything, so do I!â
Marinette makes an 'hm' sound without opening her mouth, looking critically from Chloe to Bustier - who had a greenish tinge to her face -.
"It will be something to tell the parents of Dupont students, then." There is a dangerous edge to the girl's tone. "Imagine the scandal that will be when the word comes out that the mayor of Paris and his daughter, has power over the way the school is run"
Marinette smiled and went down the stairs towards Chloe.
Mlle. Bustier sighs at the sweet girl's behavior. Understanding coming to her.
"You are not Marinette." She says.
The girl smiles, an evil look in her eyes.
"Bingo!" She claps excitedly. âI thought you were more stupid. I was sincerely concerned about the school education that habibit is receiving.â
The students made protest sounds with the girl's harsh words, but the look she sent them made everyone freeze in their seats quickly shutting up.
"Who are you-" Chloe fumbles, shocked by the color of Marinette's eyes.
"I think you'd better be quiet, Bourgeois." Non-Marinette says. "Otherwise, you will discover one of the many ways I know how to cut a person's tongue." She makes mimics a scissor with her fingers, without taking her eyes off Chloe.
The blonde's eyes widen in fright.
âOr who knows, one day you may wake up bald... There are many options on the table. I can even let you choose.â Non-Marinette taps her finger against her chin thoughtfully.
Chloe walks away. Hands quickly going to the head, trying to protect the hair away from Marinette.
"I-I don't feel well." Mumbles, picking up the yellow bag from the table. "I think I'm going to go home... Daddy will call dismissing me... Bye!" She doesn't wait for Mlle Bustier's response before running out of the classroom.
Non-Mari smiled beatifically, enjoying the whole scene of the girl's escape and staying until Chloe was out of sight. Then the expression darkened when her attention turned to Bustier.
"You and I are going to have a very serious conversation now."
And Mlle. Bustier swallows, feeling threatened by the girl's words.
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