#But like. Actors are PROFESSIONAL Liars.

[stellaluna33]

I know that actors do sometimes have real-life feelings or relationships with their co-stars, but some YouTube comments I've seen make it seem like some people don't even believe in the CONCEPT of acting, haha. "You can't fake that!" I mean, maybe YOU can't, but I assure you, people can and do fake that. Successfully. Some people are even so good at faking it that we PAY them to do it.

[bluelockmaniac]

📽 "𝐂𝐔𝐓! ... 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐓!?"

ft. actor!itoshi rin x costar!reader

synopsis. it was finally time to 'act out' the long awaited kiss scene with your celebrity crush, itoshi rin! but when the director yells 'cut!' . . . you both don't stop?

notes. gn!reader, 1.1k wc. popping back in for a bit hehe :)

three months and at least twenty-five near heart attacks later, you were finally about to film the long-awaited kiss scene with none other than the man of your dreams– itoshi rin. and, as fate would have it, it would be your first kiss too! killing two birds with one stone had never felt so terrifyingly thrilling.

having been chosen to co-star with the famous actor in a conventional romance movie had already been surreal enough, but now, after what felt like an eternity of rehearsals and stealing glances at your celebrity crush, it was finally time to place your pretty lips right where they belonged– on his.

the set was filled with blurred murmurs as the crew made their final adjustments, the cameras maneuvered to align their lenses perfectly, the lights flickered as the technicians adjusted them to a soft glow. surprisingly, you were not feeling nervous (rather, excited) though the same could not be said about rin who was seated on the plush prop couch in the middle of the carefully arranged living room set, his fingers drumming impatiently against the cushion.

you took your place behind the apartment door, knuckles barely grazing the wooden surface as you waited for your cue.

the movie director then cleared his throat into his fist and raised the clapperboard. “quiet on set,” he bellowed, and the room instantly fell silent. 

“ready,” thump 

“set,” thump 

“action!”

and the scene commenced.

you knocked on the door and a heartbeat later, rin’s voice floated from the inside– low & collected. 

“the door’s open.” 

short. simple. but most importantly, steady. it seems like he had finally settled into character.

twisting the doorknob, you stepped inside, shutting the door gently behind you. the air between you shifted the moment your eyes met rin’s cerulean gaze. you looked away almost immediately, heat creeping up your neck. pretending to be in love with him wasn’t very difficult when, in truth, there was no acting at all.

“i didn’t think you’d actually come.” rin’s voice was calm. he placed his mug down on the table, then threw his arm over the back of the couch as you approached and sat next to him.

“you called, didn’t you?” you turned toward him, tilting your body slightly as you took the time to scrutinize his face. his expression was unreadable, but you knew the script. furrowing your brows, you breathed out a soft huff. “liar,” you murmured. “you knew i was going to come.”

a ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. then, without hesitation, his arm dropped from the couch, sliding effortlessly around your waist as he pulled you in, closer, until you felt the warmth radiating from him. 

“yeah,” he admitted, “i did. you’ve always been easy to read, after all.”

your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your composure. barely. “cocky as always, i see.”

you scooted closer to him, the space between you turning into nothing as you buried your face into the warmth of his neck. your hands moved to rest on his chest, and you inhaled the familiar, rich scent of his cologne before sighing softly. 

“i missed you, kai,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his skin.

secretly you wished there would come a day when you could whisper rin instead, not his character’s name.

there was a long silence and you contained your excitement for what’s to come like the competent performer you are. after the silence had stretched long enough, your trembling fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and you pushed yourself up. your eyes glistened with professional tears and your voice cracked at just the right moment. 

“i said i missed y–!”

the rest of your line was stolen.

without a word, rin’s hands found your face, fingers firm as he pulled you in, and then– his lips crashed onto yours. it wasn’t gentle. not hesitant either. it was rough and a bit reckless, too. it portrayed his scripted (or was it?) longing for you after 'years of absence' perfectly. his lips moved languidly against your own, and when a quiet whimper escaped you– definitely part of the script (cut yourself some slack, it was your first kiss for god’s sake)– you felt him shudder slightly.

your arms snaked around his neck as you began reciprocating the kiss more eagerly, with one tear cinematically slipping down your cheek. rin’s hand skis down to hold your waist while his nose brushes against yours fleetingly every now and then. it may be wishful thinking but with the way he’s passionately kissing you, you start to think that perhaps rin hadn't been acting this whole time. just like you.

“beautiful… perfect…” the movie director whispered under his breath, wiping a tear of pride as he casts glances at the camera crew filming the two successful stars. with a deep inhale, he readied himself, gripping the clapperboard. 

and–

“CUT!” his crisp voice rings through the set, signaling the end of the scene.

but you don’t pull away.

and neither does rin.

rin took pride in his career as an actor. he’d always been a professional, detached, the kind of actor that did what ought to be done and moved on. no strings, no unnecessary connections. but that was all prior to this because gosh hell would have to freeze over before he lets go of you now.

your lips were magnetic, and from the way you crawl onto his lap, fingers tangling in his hair, kissing deeper, he knows you could feel it too. a soft gasp escapes him as he lands back against the plush pillows of the couch, your weight on top of him, but neither of you seem to care.

the director blinks.

huh. odd. maybe you two didn’t hear the signal, though he was certain his voice was loud enough. “CUT!” he tried again, his voice slightly louder.

but you two were in your own world, too lost in each other to register the world around you.

“i-i said CUT!”

still, neither of you budge. the cameras kept rolling, the crew remained silent. someone sniffles in the background. perhaps, the director thinks, this is even better- like real lovers. you two depicted the raw emotions suspiciously well.

and so, when the film was released, that extended moment (the one where neither you or rin heard the call to stop) was actually kept! the movie was a massive hit, and you two may have started dating after this (the only justifiable course of action after the stuttering and embarrassment that came from you two after the realization).

of course, the director’s frantic shouting had to be muted post-production with advanced editing platforms. oh, and–

the part where rin had accidentally moaned your real name instead of your character’s? yeah. that was cropped out completely.

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[ziminy]

I'll follow you until you love me

Having actor Gojo as your fan isn't for the weak

Tags: smut, mdni, f!actress reader, actor!Gojo, dark themed, stalking, obsession, jealousy, fan boy Gojo, mind games, lots of lies, manipulation, panties stealing, yandere Gojo, making out, fingering, oral (f receiving), drunk s(e)x, dubious content, people are shipping you and Gojo, fear play, just me going over the top again,

Author's note: thank you for 100 flowers 🤗 I been working on this fic for a while and was waiting for a specific occasion to post it.

Words count: 16k (it doesn't feel like it, I thought it would be less)

Masterlist

The first time Gojo Satoru heard about you was a long time ago. He doesn't really remembers the details but he knows he was so done with hearing about you left and right.

Everybody was praising this new actor who appeared out of a blue, and it was getting on his nerves.

Nothing was known about you, you had no connections to the inside world, your name wasn't affiliated with any big names. It was like you were put on the big screen out of nowhere and lend a big role like the director was forced to.

And his feelings only got bitter the moment he met you in person. Walking into his set one day and greeting everyone left and right, remembering names of some crew members he didn't knew they even existed to begin with.

But the cherry on top was when the director, that was known for being a bit too eccentric, presented you with the biggest smile on. Praising you and talking about how the day is so much better with you there. And you, instead of trying to show off, being humble.

He didn't like it. The way you looked so sweet, how you would laugh at the poorly made jokes and how you left just as soon as you appeared, giving him no chance to actually learn something about you. But he does remember how you promised to buy everybody a drink next time you pass by and how you look forward to his movie.

Another one of his fans? Huh? He thought, being disappointed that you'd be much more easier than he hoped.

But he only ended up being disappointed once again, because a week later you appeared on his set one more time. This time with drinks just as you promised, and the biggest smile on your face talking about the role you're auditioning for and how the set is closer to his. Well, you weren't talking to him directly, but the director. But since you were on his movie set you were practically sets neighbors.

Full of himself, he went to you, expecting you to be excited and faint just from seeing him, since you said you were a fan. But instead you looked at him the way you looked at everybody else, the same business smile on that was basically your free pass card in life. Refusing his invitation to drink with him tonight, talking about keeping it professional and how you don't dare to accept since you respect him too much. Fearing that you might do something that would embarrass yourself in front of him.

It was a lie, he quickly noticed the way your face change as you left with your assistant. A blank expression on your face, that smile disappearing, not having to put an act on as you thought no one saw you. But he did, and it got him thinking, spending the next few days searching and looking at any media form that haves your name on it.

Were you actually pretending? Was everybody's sweetheart actually a liar? Did he actually found dirt on you? What is he going to do with this information? Surely you don't want everybody to know about about it, right?

But when he thought he had you, a scandal with your name all over it was the only thing everybody was talking about. How your company was mistreating you and how you finally managed to break ties with them. And it didn't helped that everybody on his set was whining about you not asking for help, and how they noticed your sudden demeanor but didn't said a thing.

Now you had people fighting over you to join entertainment companies. Biggest names arguing about which one was better for you, you even had his company begging you to join them. And now he was stuck with hearing your name once again.

It didn't stopped any time soon, because somehow, miraculously, you decided to sign a contract with his company.

It was like you decided to torture him, play with his mind and lead him on even if you clearly set some boundaries between the two of you. Were you playing hard to get? Because after all those nights awake he learned that you didn't get involved with anyone in the industry. You refused executives after executives, big actors and renowned directors. You would rather get banned from the industry than being known for giving any kind of services or being known as someone's partner.

He didn't knew if he was supposed to be proud or get mad at how stupid you were acting.

But it got him even more invested. And now you had him watching every single thing you appeared in. It could be a small role, you could just appear in the background for a second and he'll memorize the entire movie.

Soon he got bored of that, and he moved into interviews, appearances or just people speculations, the nda you sign or make people sign. He still remembers about that time you got a nobody as your partner and kept him around for a few months. Even so, it didn't changed a thing about his interest in you.

His room was filled with you, pictures, posters, stuff from movies you acted in. His whole house was like this in fact. His closet filled with stuff you wore, you could even find the same products you use in his bathroom.

And the less attention you pay him, the more obsessed he became. Spraying his bed with your perfume every time you went on a date with your little nobodies, sometimes even asking people from your sets about you, not daring to get to close to you so you won't acknowledge him, even if he's dying to get your attention.

Imagine his surprise when you first acted in the same thing. Well, not really because he auditioned for the same movie as you, trying for a role that had it's screentime at the same time as yours. But he didn't really expect to get it. Oh who is he lying to? He called the director and demanded to play by your side, talking about how he wants to try new things and putting a act on so nobody would rat him out.

Just as soon as the roles were revealed to the public, he even hired a few people to post about the two of you online. But he did got hit by surprise from the amount of people that actually shipped you two. It got him giggling and kicking his feet, staying up and reading comments about how you looked together.

And you seemed to feed into fans delusions, interacting with him more and putting on a more friendly facade, like you were actually friends behind close doors.

Even if it was fake, he liked it. The attention you gave him, the way you finally look at him right in the eyes with more than just your business smile. How you sit close to him at interviews, your legs almost touching. And how you would joke with him when people were looking, actually trying to get to know him.

The promotions ended sooner than he'd like, and now he was alone once again.

He should have let go of you, it been already two years since you two acted together, and he did in fact almost forgot about you. His house was finally you free, not a single thing that represented you in any way in sight. And he been clean for the past few months, finally going in public and acting like old him.

That was until a movie director contacted him, wanting him to be one of the main characters in this action movie he's making. And his costar? You. You would play his love interest. He can't really remember what he said after that, but he did ended up with the role, now reading the script with great attention, trying to picture how your scenes would be.

The romance scenes weren't enough, the fans would want to see more, he said while talking to the director, convincing him to add more. And that's how you ended up with some really unnecessary spicy scenes. Making out in the bathroom, somehow fucking each other on his bed, lots of kisses and the sexual tension should be felt the entire movie.

"Director, can I talk to you?" you said when you visit the set for the first time.

"Did something happen?" the older man looked at your concerned face.

"I received the new script." you said, holding the papers in your hands. "Are all the new scenes really necessary? It's supposed to be about fighting for justice, not a romance movie." well, you were right. But the white haired man happened to pay for the movie's budget out his own pocket.

"It would reach to a larger audience." but were the sex scenes really necessary? You looked at Gojo, trying to communicate telepathically with him. "Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be fine." the director said, ending the discussion there.

This wasn't just about you, it was also about your coworker and about how he feels. You had to pull him to the side and talk to him, you didn't want any hard feelings or to end up with a twisted relationship because of a stupid movie. "You sure you're alright with the new scenes?" you asked, looking at the tall man as he seemed to hold back something.

"Yes. Why wouldn't I?" he tried not to smile, happy at the way you seemed concerned about him and his well being.

"The change was out of nowhere and too drastic. I could talk to the director if you feel uncomfortable." you're so cute, he wanted to eat you whole.

"What about you. How do you feel about it?" he knew he went overboard, he blacked out when he made those changes after all. But he personally can't say that he regrets anything.

"It's just acting. Sure, I'm a little unhappy at the changes, but I'm alright with it if you are." god, he was dying to kiss you. He wanted to get to the parts where he could be closer to you, feel your skin against his and have a taste of your lips.

There were a few more weeks of filming until he got to the parts he wanted, and he was waiting patiently. Because he knew that once it started he'll get more than enough of you.

"That's all for today." the director said, finally announcing that it was the end of today's work.

"How about some drinks?" Gojo looked at you talking to your assistant before he looked at the director. "My treat." how could anybody refuse free drinks, especially ones that were payed by the white haired man.

You initially tried to refuse, looking at your assistant for a confirmation before you accepted. And that's how you ended in a bar with almost everybody on the set.

You let yourself to get losen for once, forgetting about the image you carefully builded and drank. You had your assistant there in case of anything, which you trusted a bit too much. But even so, you're just happy that you could drink, enjoy the company of others and feeling like you're just another person in there not just a big name actress.

And perhaps you enjoyed yourself a bit too much. Because people started leaving and you didn't felt like doing the same just yet.

It was just you, your costar, the director and your assistants in there in the end, it wasn't that bad.

"I'll call the car for us." your assistant let you know as they stepped outside for a moment.

"Our car is here." the director's assistant said, making the old man get up and leave. Now it was just you, your costar and his assistant that was nowhere to be seen.

"I'm kinda glad I'm doing this with you." you said, barely able to keep your eyes open. "I hear people talking about you all the time, and they all say how good you are." he stared at you with an expressionless face, still trying to think of what he should do next.

"Why don't we go outside for a moment? Take some fresh air." he wasn't prepared for a love confession just yet.

"Alright." you grabbed his arm, letting your body lean into his. He was sweating, his heart was beating so fast that he doesn't know what to do.

"T-then." he gulped, walking with you towards the back door of the bar. Good thing he reserved the whole place, because he doesn't know what he would have done if anyone saw you in that situation.

He placed you against the wall, sitting back next to you and letting you rest your head against his shoulder.

"Your hands are so big." you said, taking his hand in yours and comparing sizes. He was quiet, he just stared at you, his mind in a million places as he tried to figure out if this was some kind of hint or it was all in his head. "You're big in general." you looked up at him, blinking a few times and making him look away, a hand over his face as he tried to control his facial expression.

"It's nothing." he almost bite his tongue.

"I was a bit scared at first, but I'm glad we're in this together." seriously, are you trying to provoke him? "Let's work together in the future as well." if you weren't leading him on then he doesn't know what this is.

The way you look at him, and how you smile. It wasn't your work smile, you were genuinely smiling at him, heck, even your eyes were smiling. If this wasn't you telling him how much you want him then he really went crazy.

He lowered his head, taking another look at your face before he kissed you. At first it was something simple, just his lips touching yours for a second before he backed away. But the way you looked at him made him get closer. Those eyes of yours, having something that looked like sparkles in them. A fire that never seems to calm down, the heat that made him fall for you in the first place. Who can blame him that he kissed you again? Trapping your body against the wall, making you to wrap your hands around him, welcoming him in your warmth even more.

He let out a moan, looking at you with something lustful in his eyes and a smirk on his face. He looked dangerous, like he finally let go of that prince charming facade, showing you what he actually is.

You looked surprised, like you actually never expected him to act like that. Did you really thought that he's usually that sweet? How cute. He could play with you for a little longer, show you what he's actually capable of.

He bite your lip, looking straight into your soul as his kisses traveled to your neck. He sucked on your skin, placing a soft kiss on it before he sinked his teeth into it, making you to let out a gasp. He needed to leave his mark on you, because who knows when else he could.

He couldn't stay away from your lips for long, and now he's back on devouring you, filling the back alley with the sounds you make. "Come home with me." he tried to say, not wanting to get away from you.

You didn't respond, not because you didn't heard him, because trust me when I say you heard him loud and clear. It was more about what will happen after that, and your moral code. You'd rather die than get involved with anyone in the industry, and yet look at you still refusing to let go of him.

"Y/N, you're here?" you could hear somebody on the other side of the door. It was your assistant, probably looking for you to go home.

"Let go." you quietly moaned into his mouth. The door open, making you to push him away, looking at your assistant who had no clue of what's going on. "Is the car ready?" you felt like you sobber up, it's like you didn't touched a single drop of alcohol.

"It just arrived." your assistant looked at the actor next to you and then at you, not knowing if they should walk away or take you to your car.

"Alright." you left him in that alley, not even looking back at him for a single moment.

He had that look again, he's about to do something you'd both regret, or more like you won't like it. Because if he's shameless enough to do it, do you think he'd actually feel a little bit of remorse?

The next day you woke up with hundreds of text and missed calls, and your head killing you. And when you looked at your phone all you could see is people sending you the same article.

Two big stars making out in the back of a bar. Is this the start of a romance story?

Huh? What are these people talking about? Curious, and having no idea why people were sending it to you, you clicked on it. And you were welcomed with your name all over it, alongside Gojo's.

All you can do is cry. How drunk were you last night? You have to apologize to your costar. How could you have been so stupid? You can't believe yourself for doing such a mistake.

"Do not believe everything you see" you posted something on your social media. Trying to calm down the crowd somehow. You have to talk to your team about this since you have absolutely no idea how to handle it. For the moment it it was better to deny it then resolve this issues with Gojo's team.

Speaking of the wolf, you haven't checked on his social media yet.

You went on his profile, and instead of trying to take control over the situation he was putting more wood on the fire.

"Since everybody knows we don't have to hide anymore" you looked at his post in disbelief.

"???" you comment. Looking at your screen in disbelief at the way he was liking comments about how the two of you looked good together.

"Hi :)" he replied to your comment, making you even more confused. Was this a strategy for the movie? I mean, it wasn't a bad idea since you are his character's love interest.

Perhaps this was all an elaborate scheme that you weren't aware of just yet. That thought made you calm down. The internet was doing otherwise.

There were people who were genuinely happy about this, talking about how they knew it. Hell, you got other stars talking about how they always seen your interactions and they knew something more was going on. The fact that you didn't seen a single hate comment made you put questions, but who knows. You might see them sooner or later.

From that moment on, you didn't had a single peaceful time on set. Now you have people acting like your a married couple when nothing was going on between you and Satoru. But he seemed fine, in fact, he looked happy with the way people are treating you now.

He left his mark on you and you didn't even knew it. It was fine, even if you didn't looked at him as a potential partner, yet. It was alright. There was more than enough time. There's no rush, especially when he knows how to get rid of competition. Just like he got rid of your assistant for interrupting you at the bar, he can get rid of everybody that dares to get in his business.

"You're free later?" he came to you when you were on set, making people start whispering between themselves and giggle.

"Not really." you looked tired, if he knew you'd end up like this without an assistant he would have got you another one first.

"If you ever need my help let me know, I'll help you with anything." he means it, even if he looks like he doesn't. He will walk through fire if you tell him to.

"I'm just looking for a new assistant, don't worry." people were speculating that the assistant was the one who leaked about your so called relationship, but it was far from the truth. But the fact that they refuses to talk to you was confusing, even if it was your assistant who did that, why would they suddenly quit and go no contact? And what was more confusing was the fact that the only text from them was a screenshot of what you posted. Don't believe everything you see. What does that means? Was somebody bullying them? Then why wouldn't they tell you?

Now you couldn't help but be hesitant about chosing a new assistant. What if they end up having the same fate? Some people can be really mean and you don't want anyone to suffer because of you.

So, for the next few days you refused to even talk about your current situation. Only having your manager by your side and not trusting anyone that got too close near you.

This only made someone jealous, and a little angry. You don't want his help, even after what happened at the bar, you act like there was nothing you should talk about.

You should have went to him, jump in his arms and cry about how your assistant left you. But no, instead you chose to overwork yourself, still be the same kind actress that people loved and still giving him no attention.

He haves a limit, you should know that. How much longer he should wait for you to finally notice him?

So, he wrote you a letter. It was nothing more than his current thoughts and about his not so healthy love that was masked as 'admiration'. Shoving into your bag when no one was looking.

You were still on set when you were reading the letter, thinking it was made by one of the staff who happened to be your fan. You didn't really payed too much mind about it, finding it cute and putting it back where you find it after you were done with it.

Did you liked it? Should he write another one? Or did he went too overboard?

Do not believe everything you see, those were your own words and yet you were ignoring them. That letter did made your day, thinking that maybe you're just overthinking about your current situation. There were bad people out there, but there were also good guys. Why were you letting one bad incident ruin your mood?

A few days later you appeared at the studio with an unknown person next to you, you finally got a assistant. And this time you're planning on doing better than you did last time. Or so you thought.

You woke up with another letter, the same handwriting and the same sweet words written on it. This time was more about you than your so called fan, about how you should take more care of your health, how you got people worrying about you. But unlike last time, this letter had a signature on it, an S, nothing more, just a simple symbol.

How cute, S for secret, right? You giggled.

Do not believe everything you see. Really, do not. But for a moment you allowed yourself to be delusional, to think that the world wasn't that bad. I mean, even if there was someone who didn't appreciate you, you still had millions of fans and there are a lot of people who supports you.

And you decided to be more humanitarian, to step up your game and follow your costar's lead. One time after everyone was done with work you announced that you want to take everyone out for drinks, your treat. No one was crazy enough to refuse, especially you.

So, you called a friend of yours who owned a restaurant, the food is great, plus they also had a bar. And off you were.

Just like last time, you ended up all alone in that place with your coworker, laughing at his silly jokes before you finally got up to pay for tonight's feast.

"Your back?" you asked, feeling someone behind you and thinking it was your assistant. But to your surprise, it wasn't. It was the white haired man who seemed drunk, and maybe he was from the few drinks he had that night.

He leaned into you, trapping you between the empty receptionist desk and him. He kept looking at you, eyes half open as he seemed to want to say something.

Your mind was wandering for a moment, moving your eyes on his full lips before looking up at him. Every sane person would have done that, I mean, he was eye catching even in that state.

"You're alright?" you sounded concerned, and for a moment he actually thought you cared about him. You looked around the empty room for a moment, looking for any other people in there, but for his assistant more specifically.

"Don't leave me." he got his face closer to your ear, whispering in a low voice, and placing his hands on either sides of your body, trying to get his body more closer to yours.

"Come." you tried to get on of his hands away, so you could move.

"Where?" he only got clingier.

"Let's sit down. I'll get you some water." the last thing you want to see is headlines with your name all over them, talking about taking advantage of him when he's such a state.

"Noo." he whined, resting his head against your shoulder. "Don't want to." you sighed, looking around the room once again, trying to see if anyone from his team is still there.

"I got the bill ready." the cashier came back, only to freeze in place and look at you and your costar hugging, or what it seemed like a hug.

"I'll pay for it as soon as my assistant comes back." you said, trying to act like you're not being suffocated by this mountain of a man. The poor girl ran back from where she came from, leaving you alone with Satoru again. You sighed, you could only sigh as you put a hand on his back, making him break character for a moment as he jolted under your touch. "You can be such a big baby sometimes." good thing that you can't see him, because he was grinning from ear to ear.

"What happened to you?" your assistant finally appeared, looking at the scene you two were putting.

"He's drunk." you said as you rubbed his back with one hand, the other resting on his side, to keep him in place from falling. "Have you seen his assistant?"

"Not since the director left." your assistant got their phone out. "I'll give them a call." you're so thankful that you overcame your fears, because you don't know what you would have done alone in a moment like this. "They turned their phone off." you looked at the man in your arms and shook your head, disappointed at how this turned out.

"Call his manager, or anyone from his team." maybe he was the one who needed a new assistant, not you.

"No one is answering their phone." you understand that it's late at night, but who could just leave a big movie star like Gojo out here without a single thought about it. "What do we do? There's a hotel nearby, we could get a room for him there." that wasn't a bad idea. However, neither you or your assistant would look good if you leave him there. I mean, someone will have to get in the hotel with this world famous actor, who's face is known by everybody. He clearly drunk, and there would 100% be someone who will post something online about it and you'll get backlash for it.

"Let's take him to my place." that was the only option you had left. He started rubbing his face against you when you said that, letting out a groan and letting more of his weight into you.

"You're sure about that?" your assistant asked, not sure how to respond to what you just said.

"He'll sleep in a guest room. It's better than a hotel." your imagine had to come first after all.

So, without any more words said, you took him to your car. Even if he was heavy, he was surprisingly easy to move around. Well, he did followed every single of your move voluntarily, refusing to let go of you in any way possible.

That until you got to your house, dragging him inside when your assistant left, and leading him to a room relatively far from yours.

You pushed him in bed, taking off his shoes and trying to get him comfortable in bed. You didn't even dared to get close to his clothes, just putting the blanket over him and then leaving him in there.

You didn't even thought of taking advantage of him, you just wanted him sleep peacefully, to keep him away from anyone who might do something bad to him. After all, you knew damn well the industry you're working in, they'll eat him like wolves if they get their hands on him.

You're just helping out, you don't expect anything in return. But what a surprise to wake up with him in your bed in the middle of the night. He was on top of you, looking at the way the moonlight hit your face, and somehow wanting to bathe in your scent.

You could feel his hot breath on you, and it made you woke up. You didn't looked scared, even if he looked like he wanted to do things you'd rather not think about, you stayed calm. "Why did you leave me?" was he still drunk, or perhaps he was pretending to be? He was a good actor after all, you wouldn't be surprised if this was one of his acts.

He doesn't understands you. If you were the one who jumped in his arms like that he would have devoured you alive. But even after he made sure he could get some time alone with you, you still didn't payed him attention, at all.

"Go to sleep." you looked unfazed, not even taking him seriously.

"Touch me." he was really going to lose his mind. He was serving himself on a plate to you, and you didn't even dared to take a bite.

"You're drunk." you'd always try to do the opposite of what he's saying.

"I'm not." you knew he was pretending from the start too, didn't you?

"That's what a drunk person would say." you were getting on his nerves.

In a moment of panic, he took your hand in his, kissing your palm, closing his eyes and looking desperate as he tried to show you how he's feeling. You didn't even bat an eye, looking at him expressionless and like you didn't believed a word be was saying.

"Why don't you like me?" he had to confront you, or else this will take him nowhere.

"It's not that." he got the wrong idea, but it wasn't your job to explain yourself when he only understands what he wants to understand.

"Then? Why do you keep avoiding me?" you shook your head.

"I want us to keep it professional." you're making him laugh.

"We weren't professional when we kissed." that's another story. "So you just used me and now you'll let me hanging like this?" he really didn't wanted to listen to you unless you said something he wants to hear. "Make it up to me." what a fucker. "I want something in return for what you did." he's talking like he didn't started it last time.

"What do you want me to do?" you really can't believe him and his stupid demands. This should have been a payback for last time. Taking care of him even if he wasn't your problem to begin with.

"Kiss me." he was waiting for your response. "Like you mean it." you just said you want to keep it professional, but it's like he didn't even heard it.

"Can't I do something else?"

"Post a picture of us." that was even worse. Who knows what people would say if you do that. You'd really be branded as his, and it was a pain in the ass to deal with it.

You grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him closer to you, giving him a kiss that he'd remember. A wet kiss that it filled the room with sound, and your tongue in his mouth dancing with his. You even wrapped your hands around his neck, making sure he doesn't back down and take back his words.

He moaned, his hands trying to get under your shirt to feel more of your skin. But you didn't let him to do anything because you ended the kiss, breathing heavily and looking at him a bit angrily. "What now?"

"Bite me." kissing wasn't enough, he wanted you to eat him. Bite him, devour him in any way you could so that way you could have a piece of him with you.

"I'm not-" he kissed you, this time pinning your hands above your head so he could explore you more freely. Every time you tried to say something he'd bite your lip, making you groan and continued to kiss you.

"Touch me." he moaned, finally getting his mouth away from yours so you could breath. He took his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room and taking one of your hands in his, placing it on his crotch so you could feel how hard he was. He looked at you, at the face you made and how you didn't looked happy to be in that situation.

"It's too soon." you still refuse to get involved with your coworkers? What does he haves to do to prove to you that he means every single word he's saying?

"Do you really not like me?" he wanted you to be at least a little interested in him. It was no fun if he's the only one with big feelings in there.

"It's not that." it's your moral code.

"Do you ever think of me?" you didn't respond to that, only looking down at your hands amd trying to avoid eye contact.

"I'm not ready." you finally open your mouth to say something. "If we do this then nothing will be the same. We still have work to do, I can't simply just do it." so it was because of work? He already knew that, but at least you didn't dislike him.

"I get it." he said, getting off you and sitting down in bed. "Just go to sleep."

"You can sleep here if you want, I'll go somewhere else." you tried to get out of bed, but he dragged you back.

"Just because we're not fucking that doesn't mean we can't sleep." he will not let this night go without doing something. And just being able to feel your body against his as he sleeps is more than enough. Trust me when I say that this will drive him crazy for many days from now on.

The way you stay in his arms, and how he's able to shield over you. You really have no idea what power you hold onto him.

Do you regret bringing him in? A little. You hate giving people false hope, and he seems to ignore all your signs of displeasure. He did grew up in this environment after all. Being rich and famous from a young age, he haves no idea how to react when people tells him no, he can't handle rejection. And it seems that he always got what he wanted.

He didn't had to put on an act if he wanted to be around you. You could be friends, if he wanted. But nothing more, you wouldn't dare to be something more than acquaintances. You just work together, and are signed under the same entertainment company. You were nothing more than cash cows. You were the biggest stars of your agency, and you seemed to be pushed under the spot light as much as possible. He must understand how you feel, no?

He in fact didn't. And unlike you, he had more control over his actions. You could even say that the agency was afraid of him. He did come from a big family of stars, he had so many connections that even he can't say for sure how much power he was holding. But it was no joke when someone says he's the strongest.

So how can you reject him like that? Leaving him alone in that bed without blinking twice. But perhaps it was for the best, because he could finally rearrange his thoughts and think of what he should do. Retreat wasn't an option, I mean, how could he step back when he basically was in paradise?

This place smells exactly like you, leaving a sweet taste on his tongue and making him salivate while bathing in your scent. Should he steal something? You shouldn't tell him twice, because he got up the bed and starting looking around the room. He should pick something small, that you wouldn't notice. And even if you do notice, what will you do? He's shameless, you'll only give him a reason to get off to later when he's alone.

He should get something practical, that would help him during hard times.

And that's when he saw it, your closet. Something in his perverted mind suddenly lit on, and he went straight for your panties. There's so many to choose from, so many colors and models. He wants to take all of them home, put them on display right at the entrance so he would be greeted by them every time he comes home. In the end he picked one of the prettiest pair you own, shoved it in his pocket and went back into your room.

He gained more than he expected. Perhaps he should play drunk more often.

He got his shirt back on and got out the room. You couldn't possibly just left him in there all alone. And he was right, because he found you in the kitchen, sitting peacefully and taking a sip of some unknown liquid from a cup. "You're up?" the way your voice was still husky, your hair messy and your shirt falling off your shoulder. You said you didn't wanted him and yet you're trying to seduce him, how does that come?

He didn't open his mouth, only getting closer to you and taking the cup away from your hand, drinking from it without a single worry of what it might be.

It was tea, not so sweet, still warm and somehow hitting just right. "If you wanted some you could have said so." you said, getting up and walking towards one of your cabinets, getting out another cup and pouring some tea in it. "Here."

"I'll drink from this." he preferred your half empty cup rather than a full one? What a weirdo.

"Do you want to eat anything? I still have some leftovers from yesterday. I also think I still have some jam left, we could eat it with toast." stop showing him your caring side. He really doesn't know for how much longer he can keep it like this. This moment felt too intimate, it felt like you two really hooked up last night, and it was messing with his head.

You take good care of him, don't you? Offering him some of the biggest clothes you own so no one would suspect a thing, giving him a ride back to the studio. And now acting like you don't even know him. Stop being so cute, it only makes him want to bite you.

"You're here today?" the director said, looking at the two of you who got there at the same time.

"Don't we need to be here for a costumes check?" you clearly remember your assistant telling you to come back and do a last minute fit check.

"It's tomorrow." the white haired man said, wrapping his arm around yours.

"Why didn't you told me?" he was enjoying this too much, all a smile as he was trying not to react at your expression.

"I thought you were taking me home." you didn't even knew where he lives.

"Just go, you love birds. You clearly have better places to be at." the director laughed, making you look in disbelief at him. Love birds? Who?

"Come on, let's go back." Satoru didn't let you say a thing and dragged you out of there.

All he needs to do at the moment is keep people away from approaching you. And it's not hard, at all. Just standing next to you, flash a smile and say something that could be interpreted in wrong ways. He doesn't even need to try to make people run.

"Seriously, why didn't you tell me?" you said when you got back to your car. "Now I look stupid." you looked so gloomy, he was going to eat the pout of yours.

"I thought you knew." he'll get you even more confused about things if it means he'll see you like this. It gave him a false sense of security, like you were finally accepting him.

You sighed, not wanting to let out your anger on him. "Let me drive you home." it would be bad if more people sees you together. And at this point you don't trust anyone to come near your home to get him.

What a joke.

The next day you woke up with people blowing your phone again, and another article of your name next to his, talking about everything you did in public. Your interactions at the bar, how he was spotted at your house where he didn't left until the next morning, and about how you always look lovey dovey at the sets.

The filming progress just started and yet there were already rumors all over the internet about how you two would end up being more than just coworkers by the end of that movie.

Who keeps writing this? Seriously, it was getting on your nerves. And the fact that Satoru kept feeding delusions to the fans wasn't helping.

All this hype around the movie wasn't supposed to be only about you two, the main cast. It was supposed to be about all the production. The set, the visuals, the acting and the script, everyone's hard work. You should have turned down the offer as soon as you heard who your costar would be. But you didn't see any of these coming, so who can you blame?

Things only seems to get worse, because when you stared filming again, you got assigned with a new task.

"So, we're filming what were doing behind the scenes?" you asked, looking at the small camera that one of your coworkers was holding and then at them.

"The director said it would be fun. Giving people a little preview of what's going on." well, it didn't sounded that bad. People seems to enjoy behind the scenes footage in general, letting them see a bit of the actors lifes.

"I see." if the director said so, then you guess you don't really have a saying in this.

"We started already?" the white haired man appeared next to you out of nowhere, resting a hand on your head and leaning into you.

"Satoru, say hi to the camera." the actor said, moving the device to his face.

"Oh right, Y/N." there was a hint of his evil plan in his voice, already knowing you'd be pissed with him. "Are my clothes still at your place? I think I forgot them there." you really couldn't control your expression in that moment, looking at him like he killed somebody.

"What?" your voice was shaking, still not over the fact that he would say something like that in this situation. "Why would they be at my house?"

"I changed there last time. I think I left the clothes on the couch before we left."

"Ohh~" the other actor said, making you to look at them, somehow begging them to not get the wrong idea. "I see you're busy. I'll let you be, I won't interact."

"No, wait. It's not what it seems." it was already too late. "Why would you say that?" because he knew the director loves drama, and this would end up being published sooner or later. He was killing two birds with one stone. Doing a favor for the movie's publicity and showing the world that he already been in places some wouldn't even dare of dreaming of.

"People love things like these." he wrapped his hands around you, resting his chin on your head. "Hug me, the camera is in our direction." if it was or not, he couldn't care less. He just wanted to feel your touch in that moment.

It only got worse and worse the moment you started filming the sex scenes. The scenes were like a reflection of your own actions in real life, because everything started with a drunk kiss at a bar. Then ending up in his apartment where you were eating each other in the hallway.

It was supposed to be acting, the kisses didn't even needed to be real and yet he's not even holding back, touching you in all kind of inappropriate places, groping you shamelessly like there aren't cameras all over the place.

He pinned you against the sturdiest wall in there, making you wrap your legs around him as he kept biting and kissing you all over the place. At this point, you don't think the editors would need any sonds effects for your scenes. Because you realized how filthy those sounds were, and loud. Every time you kissed it was echoing in that empty place, the small setting that was supposed to represent a house wouldn't be enough to muffle the sounds.

He bite your lip when he realized your head was in a complete another place. How dare you ignore him in moments like these. You couldn't run even if you wanted, because you'd have to come back to him and film everything from the start. Or perhaps he could make you screw up on purpose, to retake this scene so he could touch you even more.

"Wait." you tried to stop him when you felt his hand under your shirt, trying to unclip your bra.

"What?" he said out of breath, taking his lips away from you for a moment so he could look at you.

"Let-" you looked away, too embarrassed at the way he was looking at you, his pupils were dilated and he looked like he would really put his dick in you if it wasn't for all these people in there. "Let me do it." his lips were back on yours while his hands were trying to take your clothes off.

Both of your clothes were all over the place, and you know it would be a pain in the ass to pick them after. He was too focused on this, the way he looked like he couldn't see anyone but you, like you were really alone in his house.

That's the beauty of acting, no? How some could get so focused on the plot, acting like their character is supposed to and forgetting about the outside world. But he wasn't acting in that moment. Maybe you were, but he taking this very personally. And the fact that you were holding back moans, refusing to touch him more than necessary and trying to stay in your character was infuriating him. It wasn't his character that makes you feel good, it was him.

He ended up throwing you in the bed a little harder than he intended, his touch becoming rougher and his kisses even wetter than before.

Good god, it's good that the scene ended soon after you two got to the bed, or else you would have lost it. You're already soaking wet, you have no idea what you would have done if this kept going for too long.

The scene was perfect, as much as you're embarrassed about it, it was pure perfection. Not a single time did the director called cut, you didn't had to retake the same scene from another angle. Nothing was said about your so called acting besides that you were in complete sync.

He's taking revenge on you, isn't he? Because even now after you finished your scenes for today, he looked at you with the same hungry eyes. And you swear you didn't mean it, but it made your pussy clench.

You gave him a quick look, squeezing your thighs together for a moment when he looked back at you.

It was something that he never saw before, the way you act. That expression on your face, pouting and looking at him with this thing in your eyes that made him want to drag you somewhere far away from people. You needed him, didn't you? And he was going to help you if you asked him to. Because if he got you in that state, then he also had to resolve your problem.

But you didn't spoke to him, you just looked at him all needy for a moment, like you wanted his touch back on you and then left, leaving him with the worst bonner he ever got in his life. This, only to come back a few days later for your next scenes.

You were driving him insane. And there aren't enough interactions in the movie to take out his frustration on you. There are too little scenes, and sometimes he had to improvise when he was getting too lost in his feelings. A few kisses here and there, just a quick peak when you were in the background to give more life to the movie.

But you still didn't said a thing, acting like this was all part of the script, like you were payed to do so.

So can you blame him when he wrote you another letter again? This time more aggressive than the previous times. Talking about how you got him feeling, how he craves for your touch and it drives him insane the way you seem not to care. Give him attention, or act like you acknowledge him. And this time he left the paper in your dressing room, placed under one of your stuff where he knows you'll know it was meant for you.

Too bad he couldn't see your reaction when you read the letter, but he realized you weren't too happy about it. It got you acting paranoid again, he could see it in your eyes, your body language. How you need to have a bit of distance from anyone that tries to come too close to you, and how you seem not to trust people anymore.

It was just a letter, he didn't even wrote everything down. No, in fact, he held back a lot. Because if he did wrote his mind you would refuse to come back into the movie set ever again.

But that's your charm, I guess. How you don't hide your feelings, and how you try to not make it obviously that you're displeased with things even if it's written all over your face. You're a good actress, a very good one, and yet you don't act unless you're required to. You were the opposite of him, where he always haves a mask on, the same business smile as you. But unlike you, he doesn't mean an thing, this friendly facade.

You were genuinely a sweetheart, while he only acted as he sees fit. And in this moment he's so close on fucking everything up just to toy with you. Because he's at his limits.

It was time for another suggestive scene, the set being filled with less people than usually. The lowlights, the atmosphere and everything in there was a bit suffocating. But maybe because of how much you overworked yourself these days.

"Do you think the plan will work?" you asked, sitting on his couch and looking at the coffee table that was placed there by the staff members.

"Do we have any other option?" he said his line in a serious tone, his character was supposed to be stressed from all the unfortunate events that happened lately, but it seems that he too is stress. Well, everybody been working overtime lately, but the sooner you were done with this movie the sooner you could move on with your life.

"I wish we could resolved this peacefully, I'm tired of fighting." you sighed, looking at your fingers for a moment and then at him who was resting not so far from you on the couch.

"Come here." he pat his lap, his back resting against the couch and he didn't even wanted to move an inch from there. He was improvising again, he was supposed to get up and drag about bottle of alcohol into this.

You followed his instructions, not wanting to pretend to be drunk again, and somehow not wanting to act in that moment too. If he haves a better idea for this scene then you'll follow his lead.

So, you sat on his lap, legs spread on either sides of him and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands resting on your hips, moving towards your ass as he grabbed you and dragged you closer to him, your chest pressed against his as he placed you over his hard cock. You could feel him through his pants, and for a moment you stopped functioning, not knowing how to react to this.

"Well figure it out." he kissed you, his hands going under your shirt to make contact with your burning skin.

The kiss was so sloppy, both of you too tired to figure out a pace you should go at. Just touching, getting lost in the way your bodies seem to welcome each other openly. For a moment even forgetting where you actually are at the moment, and if the director wouldn't have said cut, you could have definitely escalated things.

What was going on in your mind? How could you let yourself so carefree? If you was just a bit more tired and at a state where you couldn't think properly, you would have definitely dragged him to your changing room and fucked him there.

And you woke up with another letter, even worse than last time. Talking about how your body looks, how he wants to get his hands on you, how you turn him on in the worst way possible.

The more you ignored those letters, the more they came. It got so bad, describing his fantasies, the way you appear in his dreams to haunt him like he wasn't haunting you right now. You had no idea who the sender was, because sometimes the letters would be sign as S, sometimes they would just be filled with nothing but filthy words and no signature. But you knew it was the same person from their handwriting.

You'd always wake up with them in places where there aren't many people allowed. And no matter how hard you're thinking about, you can't figure who it was. There were no cameras in this side of the studio, so you couldn't even see who was tormenting you.

"Why don't we go drinking tonight?" the director said one time before you were almost done with work fot that day. "We're almost done with filming, lets celebrate." after all these stressful days, you could use a drink.

It will be quick, go there, have a chat with a few people, have a drink and then go home. But just like last time, one drink turned into too many and you ended up in a corner of the bar with your costar who seemed to feed you even more alcohol.

He had his chin resting against his palm, looking at you with a smile on his face as he kept pouring more of that bitter liquor into your glass. "I can't drink no more." you couldn't even speak properly, hiccuping and moving left to right, like you were about to fall off your chair.

"One more won't hurt." the bar was still filled with people, so he had to keep himself in place.

"I got the car ready." your assistant came to your table looking at you and then at the white haired man. "I have to take her home, she's already too drunk." maybe he should get rid of this one too. It seems that all your assistants like to get in between his plans.

But perhaps he got a better idea. He took your glass, gulping down everything that was in it in a second before he tried to get you to the car. "Give me a ride too." he got in the backseat of your car, pretending to fall asleep after some time.

Your assistant tried to call anyone related to him, to come pick him up from your house because he seems too drunk to even stand on his own feet. But since no one was answering, they had no choice but to get him in your house, leaving him on the couch before they left.

It was always easy, so damn easy. He couldn't help but laugh. Drunk, him? He never got drunk in his life. Alcohol seems to have no effect on him.

He made his way to your room, getting next to the bed and looking at you sleeping. How dare you be so at peace when he's there? You were panicking all over the place last time he wrote you a letter, crying and refusing to talk to anybody if it wasn't for work. And now you act like you forgot about it.

He stood in place, looking down at you with an expressionless face as he can't think of anything at the moment. He got this far, so what? He could scare you more, give you a reason to hate him but at the same time all he wants to do is stand there all night and look at you.

He took his phone out, taking a quick picture of you before he put it back in his pocket.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, not far from where you're sleeping, looking out the window and then back at you. You had quite a nice view, no wonder you always seem to be in a hurry to come home.

Should he do something mean? Leave another letter in your home to see your reaction the next day. He could put it in one of your pockets and act like he doesn't remember anything besides going to the bar to drink. Maybe even leave the front door open and say some shit about hearing something while he was asleep.

But before he could think of anything more, you extend a hand, grabbing him by his shirt and trying to drag him closer. Like before, he just stood in place, looking down at you who seemed to pull harder. Were you mistaking him for the blanket or something? Unfortunately for you, he won't take off his clothes until you do so.

"Mm." you groaned, opening your eyes to look at the white haired man confused. "Ah.." you rubbed your forehead. "Fuck." that was the first time he heard you swear. "Come here." were you still sleeping? Because he doubts you'd react that lightly to him being there. But you were calling for him, and he wouldn't dare to say no to you. So he got in that bed, getting all cozy next to you and waiting for your next move.

For a moment you just touched him, moving your hand on his face, trying to feel something before it went lower on his body. He stood there, observing your clumsy actions and letting you do whatever you wanted with him. Your hands kept wandering, from his chest to his abs under his shirt, and now you were tugging at his pants, trying to see what you didn't got to see until now.

You were funny, the way you looked surprised whenever you discovered something new about him. "Don't do that." he said when you kept trying to get your hands in his pants.

"I want to see it." you pout, looking at him for a moment before you moved his shirt out the way, exposing his lower abdomen. "If you're as big as it feels." his heart skipped a beat, he couldn't help but cover his face with his hands. Do whatever you want, he'll hold back so you can explore as much as you want. "Ohh!" seriously, he can't even look at you when you make those faces. He was biting his lips so hard, he's afraid he might moan before you even touch him. "Why are you so big? Look at the size." his cock twitched, making you let out another surprised sound.

"Touch it." he said between his teeth, looking at you between his fingers and at what you're doing.

Your eyes moved on his, a serious expression on your face before your eyes went back to his dick. Can you even fit something like this inside you? The size was just ridiculous, but that didn't stopped you from touching it. Moving your hand around and studying like it was the first time seeing a cock.

He was bucking his hips forward in your hand, breathing heavily as he tried to keep himself from touching you. This was the first time you ever showed interest in him, he can't just fuck this up.

"How does it feel?" you asked, looking at the way he throws his head backwards, his chest rising and falling down.

Good, it feels so fucking good. He might go crazy from how soft your hand was. He moaned, not even being able to let out words, or think of a way to respond to you.

"I want that too." you took your hand away, making him to finally look at you as you took your clothes off. Now sitting on top of him, taking his cock back in your hand and trying to take him inside your pussy. But it didn't matter how much you're trying, it was impossible to get at least his head. It hurts, the more you try the more frustrated you became. "It doesn't fit." his dick twitched again. You're killing him, you're saying stuff he didn't imagine you to say, and it was killing him inside.

"I'll make it fit." he pushed you off him, pinning you down into the bed as he got in between your legs, placing kisses on your body as he went lower and lower, until he got to your pussy.

He loved the way you taste, it was better than he imagined. So much fucking better. It was no wander he was trying to devour you, I mean, who knows when he's going to do this again. So he might as well do it until he memorizes your taste.

Your hands went through his hair, tugging at it lightly as you let out soft moans, even cursing under your breath from time to time, letting him know how good you were feeling.

He pulled a few orgasms out of you, loving way too much the way your thighs wrapped around him, or how you're trembling, looking at him with teary eyes and you only seem to want more.

He'll give you more, he'll give you as much as you ask for, fuck, even more. He'll make sure to make you fit him, prepare you so good that you could only fit his cock from now on. He'll give you a reason to keep going back to him.

He got up from between your legs, sitting next to you as he got his hand back to your pussy, slowly pushing two fingers inside and making you gasp. "Is it good?" he whispered in your ear, feeling the way you clench around him. All you did was to nod, looking at him with big doe eyes and leaning more into him, to feel more of his warmth.

"Deeper." you said when he didn't went more than halfway through, moving his fingers at a slow pace that it left you hanging, almost giving you no friction whatsoever.

He kissed you quickly before moving his eyes back on your pussy, resting his cheek against your head. Be careful what you're wishing for, he'll go so deep that you'd feel him in places you never knew existed. It's already hard to hold back, but if you keep provoking him he might let his mind slip for a moment.

So, doing just as you asked him to, he got deeper, curling his fingers upwards and making you squirm. He kissed you again, this time taking no break as he kept bullying your insides, making your walls get tighter around him. How is he going to live without this? How can he go back home and act like everything is normal after this? That's why he couldn't help but move faster, in a irregular pace as he kept stopping from time to time only to go rougher. So you wouldn't get too used to him.

You were a moaning mess, and he seems to only want you to lose your mind, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, kissing you as he made you turn around so he could do it from another position. He wants to go even deeper, to get back at your words, for requesting unnecessary things when he was going to give you what you wanted anyway.

"One more, come on baby. Give me one more." for how much longer is he going to say that? He's starting to get on your nerves at this point. But in the end, he finally took his fingers out of you. Dragging you closer to him so your back could be pressed against his chest, one of his arms under you head as he kept your hair away from your face, so he could be able to look at you. "You'll fit me now." he whispered in your ear, dragging your hips back and grabbing one of your legs, spreading them apart as he start whispering more filthy words in your ear. "Look at how you're taking me in." he said, waiting for you to say something, but to his surprise, you're long gone into the dream world. Sleeping soundlessly in his arms, like you forgot that he was even there.

He can't believe this. You actually fell asleep. You really dared to fall asleep and leave him there after you dragged him in your bed. The audacity you had. He's going to make sure to give you a hard time tomorrow for this. So, he too fell asleep next to you. A bit hard to do so, but he managed somehow.

The next day you woke up with your head killing you. You shouldn't have drank that much, how could you have been so dumb.

You were about to turn around when you realized that someone was in your bed, a pair of muscular arms around you, and someone breathing into the back of your neck. Your heart stopped working, you froze in place as you saw your soul leaving.

"Morning." a masculine voice could be heard from behind you, and you feared that you knew exactly who it was. He pressed his body into yours, letting you know you were both naked, and feeling his hard cock pressed against your back.

You wanted to cry, you wanted to run from there and not look back for a single moment. How could you have been so stupid, how could you just do that. Just how drunk did you got?

"Don't tell me you're planning on running away." he whispered into your ear, making you flinch. "You dragged me into your bed, put your hands all over me and now you're going to leave me after you used me as you pleased? I had no idea you were that type of person." you whined, because that's all you could do in that moment. What other explanation do you have?

"I can explain." he pressed his cock into you harder, making you yelp.

"Oh yeah?" one of his hands traveled on your body, now going up towards your boobs, making you gasp when he groped one. "You kept me up all night." you cried at his words. "Don't you remember the way you got on top of me? Trying to get my cock inside then crying about how big it is." you closed your eyes shut, trying not to let out another whine from remembering what happened last night.

"I'm sorry.." what else could you say besides that?

"You weren't sorry when you were telling me to go deeper." his hand went down your body, wanting to go in between your legs to spread them again, but you jumped out of bed.

"I'm sorry, alright. I have no idea what got into me last night." you were really planning on running? Don't make him laugh.

"So you really just used me then, huh?" he stood there, in your bed. Half his body being covered by the blanket while the other was all naked, his skin exposed to you and he didn't seemed to me ashamed at all by what happened.

But if you think about it, he was the one who got a bottle of a really strong liquor and dragged you to the corner of the bar, making you have a glass with him. "It's your fault too." his eyes wided, looking at you like he didn't expected to hear that. "I might have dragged you in my bed, but if you didn't liked it you wouldn't have stayed." he smiled, finally letting his mask drop as his body language suddenly changed. He looked more relaxed, a smirk on his face as he uncovered more of his body.

"Come here. Let's continue from where we were." you moved you eyes away from him, not daring to look in his direction as you could see his cock. "Don't be shy now. You weren't last night, so why should you be now?" you're not going to listen to his nonsense anymore. "You don't want me anymore? How sad." he looked at the way you were going to your closet. "I still want you though." you ignored him as you went to get dressed. But you couldn't even do that in peace because he got behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and resting his chin against your head. "You should wear that, it looks good on you." he pointed at some dress you had in there.

"I'm not going anywhere today." you want to be comfortable, not dress up for nothing.

"Then wear nothing. I like it when you have nothing on." you could feel that, since he made it sure to let you know he was still as hard as before.

"Here." you said as you picked some clothes that were clearly too big to be on your size. "You can wear this." now that's he's thinking about it, something doesn't add up.

"Why do you have male clothes in your closet?" who else wore these? And you dared to give them to him like it was nothing too.

"I like buying them since they're comfortable." oh, that was an option too. Why didn't he thought of that? I mean, it's been quite a while since you last been in a relationship, and he knows that since he always knows what you're doing. What if he's not paying attention to you one time and you get married? He can't possibly let you do that. That empty spot in your bed was reserved to him. "We needed to talk." you said after you got dressed, getting out your closet and walking outside your room.

"About what?" he knows this moment. You always make people sign an NDA before you get into a anything deeper. But what he doesn't like about your relationships is that it's almost never too intimate, you just go out, eat, spend some time together and then that's it. Did one of those fuckers left you disappointed and now you're avoiding contact with other people? How sad. But well, since you have him now you don't have to think about that anymore. He'll get you drunk on his dick, and he'll make sure you only have eyes for him.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know if we can continue this." huh? That wasn't what you were supposed to say. "We still have to film the movie, and then the promotions. I don't want anything awkward between us."

"What about after?" you didn't said a thing, only looking down at your feet before looking at him. "So you did play with me, huh?" perhaps this was your revenge for making you feel weak. He can't believe you actually knew of his doings and you didn't said a thing.

"If you still feel the same after everything is done.." huh? What did you just said? You were actually going to give him a chance? The NDA still sounded better, and he'll sign it in a blink of an eye if you do hit him with one.

He thought that something would change, that you'd be more open to him. But no, you were still as distant as ever.

You were playing with him, weren't you? You were just playing dumb because you knew how he actually was feeling. Well, he too can tournament you. From that day onward he kept writing you everyday, placing the letters in really inconvenient places and watching your reaction from not that afar if he could.

He made sure to not let you rest a single moment while you were on the set. It did not lasted for long whatsoever, because the filming soon ended and the film was sent to editing, giving everybody a break until the promotions starts.

You skipped the party, lying about how you got a cold and you didn't want anyone else to catch it, so you stayed at home.

You still remember the day the trailer was published, the way your phone was blowing and how you didn't dared to even look at it that day. But when you did turned it on, everything was worse than you imagined.

The trailer opened with a scene of the city, then it got to the point of where the conflict started, and as you watched more, the more scenes from the movie were put in, the fighting, the peaceful times, and it ended with you and Satoru kissing against a wall. A big long scenes of just the two of you almost fucking in there, and you couldn't be more embarrassed.

The comments? You could smell them from a mile away. You could hear screamings and whistles, like you knew exactly what people were talking about. And you were right because when you opened that section you were met with people talking about you and your costar rather than the trailer itself.

"Was the last scenes necessary?" a comment said, and you couldn't agree more to it. But the replies under it said otherwise.

Your social medias? Filled with people purring about you and Gojo. And he seemed to enjoy this as he kept liking comments about the two of you. And now people were officially calling him your husband. He was the one demanding to be called yours, not the other way. Because you weren't his property, he was yours.

You tried to get out the house in god knows how many days, finally going to the agency to talk to your manager about the situation. Can't you calm it down somehow? And the answer was no. The media was responding so positively about this, you couldn't just say something about it when you were put in such a good light. I mean, look, there were so many people requesting for you appearance than any other times before. Your team was busy responding to phone calls and emails for you.

So many people wanted you in their movies, because if they get you they also get Gojo. Since he apparently, you have no idea when, said that he won't act in a movie unless you're there. And if you accepted a role, then they automatically get Satoru too. Killing two birds with one stone. Having two of the most hot actors, who happened to be a so called power couple, acting in their movie was a free pass to the most sold movie of the year.

But you didn't even looked at those offers, no matter how good they were. You don't want to get involved with him anymore, he was only going to bring you problems.

Instead of accepting any offers, you decide to make a quick appearance on some big show that only asked for you to participate. The first thing you heard today that didn't involved Gojo's name into it.

You were so happy to go there, all a smile and stress free knowing that you don't have to get involved with that guy any time soon.

Did you really think that it was going to be that easy? You just got there on the set and you were met with one of the questions you were trying to avoid.

"First of all, I'm a big fan." the host said when you sat down on the couch. "But I don't really wanna say much so your boyfriend won't get jealous." you awkwardly laughed. "How is he, btw?" you had no idea what to say.

"You know." you said, biting your lip and trying to think of an excuse. "We both been busy." you don't even know in what county is he right now.

"I'm sure you are." the interview went on, moving to other discussions and you managed to forget about the white haired man for a moment. "Hold on a second." the host said as they talked to a staff member. "So, um, I was informed about something. And, Y/N, we actually have a gift for you?" how sweet, you thought. Only to be welcomed with your costar on the set, making the audience clap. "What a surprise, right?" you smiled, putting on your same old business smile on as you tried to keep your composure.

"I was nearby and I was thinking why not paying a visit." he lied as he got closer to the couch.

"It's always nice to have you here." the host said. "Please sit down, I actually wanted to ask about the new movie you two played in."

"I'd love to but I'm kinda in a hurry." he leaned down towards you, placing a quick kiss on your cheek and messing with your hair for a moment. "You two have fun." he said as he got away from you. "I have to go now. I wasn't even supposed to stop to begin with." he waved as he left, making the audience sound way too happy about this.

"Relax, no need to be shy." the host said, looking at your expression. "We already saw the trailer, it's nothing we haven't seen already." you wanted to cry. "So, about the movie. Does it have more of those scenes or were we deceived with the trailer?" you'll make sure to pick a written interview next.

"I'm not really sure if I should talk about it.." you tried to change the subject.

"It's not like you're spoiling the movie for us. We're curious about you and your partner." and that's what you don't like.

"Well.." everybody's eyes were on you. "Let's just say that you'll see more." that was enough to make the crowd go crazy.

Because of that guy now you can't even deny that you two aren't together anymore.

You would have been alright with all of this if the nothing happened between the two of you, and if Gojo felt the same way as you. But he seemed to push the idea of something happening between the two of you to the public. It was driving you crazy because you didn't know how to react. You always told yourself that you won't get involved with anyone from the industry, that you'll make a few more movies and then retire, find someone simple and live an almost normal life.

But instead you're here, stuck with media actually approving of this non existent relationship.

You have to talk to Satoru next time you see him. But you never really got the chance to do that in private when the promotions started.

Interview after interview and it only looked like you were surrounded by more and more people. And he didn't wanted to talk to you when you tried to pull him aside, talking about how people will think something inappropriate about the two of you when he was the one who was saying stupid things in front of the camera.

Now it was the premiere, having to stay arm in arm with him the whole time. And he doesn't hold back even for a moment, letting his hands roam around your body and making the crowd go insane.

"Let's talk." you whispered to him, making him lower his head so he could hear you.

"What about?" he was playing dumb, he already knew what you wanted to say.

"Do you have some time later?" you said as you wrapped your arm around his, following his lead as he was guiding you around the red carpet.

"Who knows." he said that, but at the after party you managed to trap him in a corner not allowing him to go away before he had a talk with you. "There are people watching." a smile on his face as he said that, looking at your angry face as you had him pinned to the wall.

"I don't care. You're going to run again." look at how the roles switched. He had no idea you would actually try to confront him.

"Then." he wrapped his arms around you, looking down at you and grinning from ear to ear. "What do you want to talk about."

"People are thinking that we really are in a relationship." your current position wasn't any better either. People were giving you looks like you were being perverts in public.

"They are?" why was he acting shocked when he was the one feeding that idea to others.

"We don't have to pretend anymore." you said, but that only made him to drag you closer.

"You said you'd give me a chance after we're done with the movie." you said a lot of things that you didn't mean, why was this any different.

"I just said that I don't want people to think we're in a relationship. What do you not get?" snap at him more, he can't be any happier than he's at that moment. He leaned down, his face getting closer to yours and placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Keep your promises, don't disappoint me." you huffed, turning your face in another direction only for him to turn it back towards him and kiss you on your lips. "Let's get out of here. It started to get boring anyway." why did you listen to him was a mystery, why you followed him to his car and back to his house was something you couldn't figure it out. And how you ended up in his bed? You can't really respond to that either.

He was kissing you, hands under your clothes and trying to get them off as fast as he could. Moaning into your mouth whenever you touched him, pushing his body into yours and trying to become one with you in a way or another.

How could you think that you could leave him? What would he do if he doesn't have you? What is he supposed to do from now on if he can't think about you 24/7? To even dare to think about abandoning him, he's going to punish you for this.

"Turn around." that stupid dress was in his way, he can't believe your stylist really made you wear this. What if there are fuckers out there who still dares to look at you even after he made it very clearly who you belong to.

Well, whatever. He'll make sure to get rid of that stylist of yours. Not a big problem.

He kissed your back as your skin became exposed to him. With a swift movement taking your panties off and throwing them somewhere easy to spot, to not forget to take them later.

You had to tell him to take his clothes off so you could catch a break, otherwise he would have took you there from how impatient he was.

You just stood there, at the edge of his bed, one leg over the other and looking at him trying to take off his tie faster. He really had to wear a fucking suit, now look at him, he was about to rip it off him. And look at you, you look so calm about this, enjoying seeing him struggle while he was losing his mind. "Undress me." he looked down at you, taking a few steps closer to you, and taking your hand in his and placing over his white shirt to unbutton it.

You might as well do it, you don't see why not. But the problem was him and his stubbornness. Kissing you, almost pushing you in bed while you were just trying to do as he said. It took a long time, and the task seemed to never end, but here you were now, with him on top of you and making you wrap your legs around him. No fancy party could make him miss this, in fact he couldn't even care about that damn premiere to begin with.

His hands were traveling on your body, touching you in some of his favorite places. You were so warm, he couldn't help himself. How you gasp whenever he's groping you, dragging you closer to him so he could feel you even closer, even if there was no more space left between the two of you.

"Put it in already." you demanded, but he wasn't going to just give it to you yet. What if you struggle like last time? He can't let you say such dirty words again or you might not be able to walk at all tomorrow.

"There's no rush." you can act as cute as you want, he's going to take his time with you. After all, you need to see how good he can treat you, make you feel so good that all you'll remember is his name. He kissed your forehead before he moved his eyes on his hand that was going in between your legs. "Look how wet you are." you were a bit embarrassed about it. "And you said that you don't want me." your body can be more honest sometimes, and he'll love to learn more about it.

He got some of your juices on his fingers, moving it around your clit to see the way your body tensed immediately. Weren't you a needy one? He kissed the side of your face before pushing two of his fingers in, paying attention to the face you were making and at the way you were sucking him in.

He moved his hand at a relatively slow pace, it was more about to make you feel the way you're taking him, how deep his fingers can go compared to yours, or anybody else. You can only feel like this because of him. See the way you're still so tight? That's because he wasn't there to stretch you out the way you needed.

"Keep your eyes open, alright baby?" he spoke to you in a baby voice, making you feel like he was mocking you. "Don't hide from me." can't he just fuck you already? Why was he playing around so much.

You did tried to do as he said, keeping your eyes open and trying to avoid eye contact with him because it made your pissy clench. This was so embarrassing, the way he was taking his sweet time and giving you almost no friction at all, and how he seems to enjoy this. Like torturing you was bringing him pleasure.

He didn't let you say a word and smashed his lips against yours, placing his palm against your clit as he finally started to move like he means it. Curling his fingers up so hard it got you squirming and letting out a few moans. And you never seem to stay in place, moving around and arching your back every time he was hitting something that makes you see stars.

You were a mess, the way you were so wet that your juices got on his bedsheets, and the noises your body makes were so obscene and loud it was hard to ignore.

He noticed the way you look at him, pleading for some mercy like you were at your limit about to break. But there was so much more in you, one orgasm wasn't going to stop him from giving you another. And he swears on his name the next one will be even mind blowing.

That's when he took his hand back to himself, making you sit more comfortably in bed before he positioned back in between your legs. This time he'll make sure you'll stay awake and take all of him, there was no other way.

You looked at his face and then at his cock, at the way he had his head at your entrance, almost pushing it in. You'll take him? Like, you're really going to fit him? "You can do it." he said when he finally pushed some of his cock in. "Fuck." he cursed under his breath. "I know you can do it." he let out a moan, throwing his head back for a moment before moving his eyes back on you. Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed and the cutest pout you ever showed him. It was like you really had a death wish, to fuck with his feelings like this and making his dick twitch. If he couldn't control himself any better he would had came right there on the spot. "Too much?" he said as he kept pushing his cock all the way in, making you nod as your words were stuck in your throat. "That's too bad."

You won't see any sympathy from him. Does he even knows what that means to begin with? You're too delicious, and the fact that he could pull even more expressions out of you made him push you over your limits.

So here he was, moving in and out of you way slower than he wants, rubbing your clit with his thumb and observing you like the pervert he is. He was salivating, drooling over your weak form as you showed him your off guard self. His cock twitching every time you let out a moan, and making you jolt at the sensation.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as he kept looking down at you, moving his hips in the same old motion. You nodded again, eyes still closed and biting your lip because of how he made you feel. He'll make it hurt even more, don't think that you can rest yet just because he's going easy on you. Fuck, he wants to sink his teeth into you so bad, leave marks all over your body as he rams his cock in and out of you.

But then you looked at him, big teary doe eyes that had him seeing a flash before him. He almost came, like, he almost cum just because you looked at him. If you want him to keep it together you have to talk some sense into him, because he doesn't think he can recover from that.

"You can move." no, don't give him a green light. Torment him more, play with his feeling and edge him till he's losing his damn mind. Don't be so sweet to him, he'll end up locking you up if you do that.

He pressed his chest against yours, his mouth finding yours as he started kissing you like the most starved man on earth. He moved his hips without a warning, slamming into you like you were his toy, and yet demanding for your touch. He was pushing himself into you, trying to steal the air away from your lungs as he seemed more desperate with each thrust.

He was looking into your eyes, waiting for you to snap at him and push him off, or tell him that's he's being too rough so he could stop being so delusional. But you didn't, only dragging him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him just as needy as he was, both of you being a moaning mess. And not letting go of each other even after you came, wanting to feel even more. To cum again and again, and to be filled by him to the brim, even if you knew that would bring you some serious problems later when you finally come back to your senses.

The next day you woke up with a sore body, your skin aching all over the place, and barely being able to get up the bed.

That didn't stopped you from getting dressed with some clothes you found around the room, what you can only assume it was his since they were way too big.

You got out the room, in hope to find your phone or maybe the white haired man so he could get you back home. And now you were in the living room, looking around for your things. Instead finding a letter, that seemed way too familiar.

That handwriting, you could recognize it everywhere. And that damn signature, the fucking S.

It was one of the letters he didn't managed to 'give' it to you yet. And honestly, you don't know if you should be relieved or terrified because this one was worse than anything before.

You turned around, paper still in your hand and looking at the tall guy who had his back pressed against the wall. He was expressionless, no thoughts behind his head as he seemed to stare at you like he was looking into the void.

It was him, that damn son of a bitch. He played with you all this time and you had no idea.

"I made you breakfast." he said, not every caring if you found out about his doings or not. "Come while it's still hot." he let out a laugh at your expression. You never hold back, do you? Can you at least try to not look like your about to kill him?

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | DC Convention, September 22, 2024, Main Panel Summary

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Jensen apparently filmed all night on Friday and flew straight here ??? does he sleep???? (x) JJ to her dad: I miss you so much I can't even function. @JensenAckles : I have a few more years of being the center of her universe #SPNDC (x) When asked what they would tell their 16-year old that wants a tattoo, @JensenAckles "A tattoo is a story. You should wait until you've lived enough life to have a good story." (x) Jensen: at 15 you don't have anything figured out yet so just tell her that (x) “There was a scene where dean gets upset and takes a crow bar to the car… and that hurt. That hurt Jensen. But they actually had a panel there so, just so you know, I wasn’t hitting… ✨her✨” (x) Someone asked if there’s a question that they’re like “ugh i hope they hope people don’t ask this agaINNNNN”and Jared said some of the prank stuff i could kiss him (x) Jensen did say tho that even questions they’ve been asked before they think on them over time and there’s not really an “oh no” question cuz we’re all so respectful and good about stuff and if there IS a problem they’ll be like “not answering that NEXT” (x) Jensen: My partner on this new show is 6’6. a 265 lb rugby player. I look TINY compared to him. Like a little baby boy #spndc (x) Question: "Is there anything you would like people to know about you?" @JensenAckles "I am not a good liar. Being an actor, you'd think I'd be a better liar, but I'm not. @DanneelHarris catches me whenever I try." (x) Apparently Danneel can always fucking tell when Jensen is lying lmfao she’s like “you’re AWFUL at that” (x) .@JensenAckles : I wish these communities of fans existed when we were young. I'm glad they do today. #SPNDC (x) Fan: I have anxiety and depression so i just need advice on how to handle it Jared: i seek professional help. i do! Jensen: I think you’ve already taken a huge step in just admitting it to a room of hundreds. know its a journey. It's not something that just gets fixed (x) Dream roles they’ve always wanted to play Jensen: batman. James Bond. Indiana Jones. and a Jedi. (x) Fan: *ask abt video games* Jensen: Dean would just kill dance dance revolution (x)

[theunsinkableship1]

In response to @lillforpolin

Thank you for your measured tone and for taking the time to share your perspective. I appreciate the opportunity for respectful dialogue, and I’ll do my best to respond in kind.

First, I’d like to clarify that this space is not centered on blind adoration for either Nicola or Luke as individuals. In fact, my investment here stems not from a belief in their infallibility or an assumption of their moral superiority but from an admiration for the unique and genuine connection I perceive between them a bond that transcends mere professional camaraderie.

You mentioned women "adoring" a man. I want to make it clear that I don’t "adore" Luke or Nicola in a personal capacity. I respect their talent as actors and appreciate the qualities others, including cast and crew, have attributed to them such as Luke’s thoughtfulness and kindness and Nicola’s wit and professionalism. However, my engagement here isn’t about elevating either of them as individuals. Rather, it’s about supporting what I believe to be a rare and extraordinary bond between two people. This distinction is key.

I also do not believe either of them to be liars, though I acknowledge I could be mistaken. My belief in their authenticity is grounded in the consistent way they have been praised by colleagues and their own behavior. I trust that neither of them would intentionally ��hard launch” a relationship in a way that would be disrespectful or hurtful, especially during a premiere, nor would they defend someone publicly who had behaved inappropriately. If I believed they were guilty of either, I would not be here.

You suggest that my presence here demonstrates support for problematic behavior on Luke’s part. I must respectfully disagree. The interpretation of the so-called “launch” during the premiere is not universally agreed upon. From my perspective, the situation is not as definitive as you suggest, and therefore, any judgment is premature.

If this act was indeed intended as you perceive it a deliberate public distraction on such an important night it could be concerning. With a background in PR, I can understand why this situation might be perceived as a misstep. However, precisely because of that perspective, I find it highly unlikely that this unfolded as part of any deliberate plan on his part. The nuances of public image management make such a scenario seem implausible, particularly given the potential for unintended backlash. Based on my understanding of Luke and Nicola’s dynamic, as well as the broader context, I see no compelling evidence that this was the case. Instead, it seems to me that assumptions about their intentions are being conflated with established facts.

You state that this community is accessible in minutes, which is true, but it is also purposefully created for a specific purpose: to discuss and explore the perceived connection between Luke and Nicola. It is not a space to challenge that purpose or derail it entirely. There are countless platforms where one can critique public figures and their actions. Actively seeking out a niche space, designed for a particular focus, to criticize or dispute that focus can come across as intrusive.

As you pointed out, you wouldn’t enter private spaces to challenge others’ dreams, yet by engaging here, it feels like you are doing just that. The idea that one must address grievances where “it all happens” is understandable to a degree, but this is not a general public forum; I only use the hashtags Lukola and lukolaland, it is a community centered around a specific belief. There is space elsewhere for broader critiques of fandom behavior or public figures, and I encourage utilizing those instead.

You raise an important point about double standards in how public actions are judged depending on the gender of the individual. However, this isn’t the lens through which I view Luke and Nicola. My interest isn’t about defending one over the other or excusing problematic behavior based on gender. My focus is their shared dynamic, which I perceive as unique and worth celebrating.

Ultimately, I believe in approaching this situation with humility. I don’t know the full truth none of us do. That’s why I refrain from declaring certainty about their personal lives. What I support here is not an uncritical endorsement of everything they do but rather a belief in their connection as something rare and special.

I encourage everyone, myself included, to remain respectful and grounded in discussions like this. If you find this community or its focus incompatible with your beliefs, there are many other spaces better suited for broader discussions or critiques. This space was not designed for universal agreement, but it does have a specific purpose, and I believe it’s important to honor that.

Thank you for engaging thoughtfully, and I hope this response clarifies my position.

I apologize if I wasn’t brief, but I hope my message was clear.

[nerdywineaunt]

The Handy Man (Cliff Booth X OC)

Pairing: Cliff Booth x F!OC Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Age Difference, Praise, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Possessive Cliff

Summary: Dottie Handler is the daughter to legendary SFX couple Natalie and Bruce Handler. When she comes home to Hollywood from school in Santa Cruz she reconnects with, and can't keep her eyes off of a familiar face who in turn can't keep his hands off of her.

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Doris Handler had always been at home on set. The Hollywood facades of homes that transported millions into the homes of these picture perfect families and stories that were tied up with a bow every week had been her stomping ground from the moment she was born. Because of that she had never felt more at home and more real than when she was surrounded by professional liars. The only daughter of Hollywood Special FX team Natalie and Bruce Handler, Doris had surprised everyone except her parents when she decided to go to school to become a physical therapist. She had trained with actors and stuntmen from the time she could walk, and she had witnessed first hand how the people she loved had been affected by injuries. 

It was the spring of 1968 and she had just gotten home from her last year of school in Santa Cruz. It was her first week home and she had already checked in with her new supervisor and had a list of requirements for her internship she’d be taking for the next three years. Driving down the street past NBC studios, the brunette’s mind wandered as she considered everything she had been told by Dr. Howard. 

It was a nice drive from Burbank to Santa Clarita to the Melody Movie Ranch where she knew her parents were waiting for her, and when she pulled her ‘64 Sunbeam Tiger up to the studio gates, her good mood was doused by the security guard telling her that they didn’t have her name on the list working that day. “Look, I’m a Handler,” she tried to explain for the third time as she pointed to the clipboard. “My parents are both here, Natalie and Bruce Handler-“ 

“I don’t care if your parents are Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers,” he said as he stared her down. “You’re not getting on this set without a pass.” 

“Look, I promise I’m supposed to have a pass,” she protested. 

“And I promise if you were supposed to have one, you’d have one,” he replied sharply, earning a look of indignation from the girl. She put her hands on her hips and lifted a finger, ready to give this guy a piece of her mind, when her (justified) fury was tampered down by a long familiar voice. 

“Dottie? Dottie Handler?” She turned and for a moment she wasn’t sure who the old cowboy looking at her was- and then the realization of who had interrupted her righteous indignation hit her like a mouse hitting a cat with an iron. 

“Cliff Booth!” She squealed before she ran and jumped into his arms. He caught her with a laugh as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“Holy hell Princess, where have you been?” He asked as he set her down and then looked her over. “I see you were growing up wherever that was…”

“I went to school in Santa Cruz,” she explained as she kept her hands on his chest. “You look good Cliff,” she said as she looked him over and he smiled as he looked her over slowly, biting his lip as he did and rubbing his chin. 

“Yeah- yeah you too Sweetheart,” he nodded slowly before he met her eye again. “You here to help your folks out?” 

“Well I would be if this guy would let me get to work,” she turned her ire back on the security guard who huffed out a sigh. 

“And I told you, if your name isn’t on the clipboard, you’re not getting on set!” He shot back. She took a breath and once again Cliff’s calm voice broke her planned indignation. 

“Let me see that,” he said gently and took the clipboard from the security guy. “Oh- now come on man,” he said as he sighed and looked at the security guy. “You know this is yesterday’s schedule right?” Doris had to admit, the color draining from the security guard’s face was so satisfying to watch, and Cliff stepped into the security shack before he came back with another bundle of papers. “This is your daily,” he said as he clipped it to the clipboard and then flipped a few pages down to crew. “Oh and would you look at that? Doris Handler,” he looked pointedly at the security guard whose face was deep red now. 

“I-“ 

“Should be letting the lady get back to work now, huh?” Cliff asked and the security guard sighed before he lifted the partition keeping her from entering the studio. 

“Thank you,” she said to the security guard and then turned to Cliff. “I’m over working on Gunsmoke today,” she said before she kissed his cheek. 

“I’ll find ya Sweetheart,” he promised. 

When she did see Cliff again, he was sitting in a golf cart, dressed in a typical cowboy costume and he grinned when she stepped out of the SFX trailer with a pack of cigarettes in hand. 

“Hey Pretty Lady,” he grinned and she grinned back before she stepped out of the trailer slowly. 

“Hey yourself,” she said as she paused and looked him over. “Where’s your horse Cowboy?”

“Well Ma’am, I done traded him in for this here metal steed,” he said and she giggled. “And me and this here steed were wonderin’ if you knew a pretty girl who would allow us to escort her to her set?” 

“Mm, a Pretty girl huh?” She asked and he grinned. 

“Prettiest on the set,” he said and she laughed before she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. 

“Well come to think of it, someone did call me pretty earlier today…” she said slowly as she rolled back on her heels and then to her toes. “But prettiest on set?” 

Cliff let go of the breaks making his golf cart lurch forward a couple inches before he hit the break again and he clapped his hands over the steering wheel. “Woah there boy- I tell you he only gets like this around the real pretty girls,” he grinned as he looked at her. “What do you say Dottie? Wanna ride?” Doris’ cheeks burned at the double entendres, and she bit her lip before she climbed into the seat next to him.

“With you? Absolutely,” she said as she sat next to him and he grinned as he looked over at her. 

Rather than going to the set, the two sat on the hood of Cliff’s car, smoking cigarettes and talking. “So you’re gonna be a Physical Therapist,” he said slowly. “How’d you come up with that?” 

“Well,” she exhaled her smoke slowly. “I like to help people, I grew up around all you stuntmen in the FX department, and all the injuries you guys get,” she explained. 

“Smart girl,” he said as he leaned against the side of his Karmann Ghia and smiled at her. “So you’re a physical therapist now?” 

“Not yet,” she replied. “I’ve got to do an internship learning all about physical therapy. I actually just met with him this afternoon,” she said as she pulled her checklist of what she needed to do out of her pocket. He leaned over and snagged the checklist before reading it over, taking a drag of his cigarette as he did. 

“This isn’t too bad,” he commented. “One hundred hours of massage?” 

“Yeah, I have to give massages so I’ll know how to do it in the future,” she explained and he nodded as he flipped the paper over and then slowly exhaled his smoke. 

“You know Rick’s been talking about needing a massage,” 

“You’re still working with Rick?” She asked with a laugh as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. 

“Of course I am,” he chuckled as he handed her a new cigarette. “You remember working on Bounty Law?” 

“Of course,” she giggled. “I even got to be in the background a couple times,” 

“Oh I remember,” he said as he looked at her fondly. “But uh- well you’ve grown up haven’t you?” He asked as he stepped a little closer.

“Yeah,” she said as she looked at him. “I have,” Cliff stepped between her thighs and moved one hand to her leg as he leaned in and touched his lit cigarette tip against her unlit tip. She inhaled, lighting the cigarette before she reached up and plucked the cigarette from between her lips. 

“Yeah you have,” he whispered as he ran his hand over her thigh. “What are you now- twenty two?” 

“Just turned twenty three,” she told him and he gripped her thigh a little harder. 

“What do you say I talk to Rick for you?” He asked lowly. “I may even get him to pay you,” 

“I say you’re gonna need my phone number to let me know what Rick says,” she replied and he smirked slightly before they both heard someone calling his name. They looked over and saw the man of the conversation, Rick Dalton walking over, dressed in the exact same outfit that Cliff was wearing. 

“Hey Rick,” Cliff grinned as he slung an arm over Doris’ shoulder. “Look who it is! Little Dottie Handler!” 

“Dottie Handler?” Rick frowned slightly and she smiled as she tucked a curl behind her ear. 

“Natalie and Bruce’s daughter,” Cliff clarified and a look of recognition crossed Rick’s face. 

“There’s no way!” He laughed as he walked closer. “God way to make me feel old,” Rick Dalton said as he looked her over. 

“What’s up Rick?” Cliff asked and Rick looked away from Dottie’s long legs and to his friend before he cleared his throat. 

“Oh, right, they just cut me for the day. I’m going to go get changed and then we can go,” 

“Okay,” Cliff said and Rick nodded before glancing back at Dottie who smiled at him genially and then subtly elbowed Cliff in the side.

“Oh- hey before you go, get this; remember how you were saying you needed a massage?” 

“Oh god yes,” Rick sighed as he absentmindedly rubbed his shoulder. 

“Well Dottie here is going to school for physical therapy, and she needs to do one hundred hours of massage,” Cliff explained cheerfully as he looked at Dottie who smiled at Rick. 

“What do you charge?” Rick asked and she shrugged. 

“I’m still a student- does five dollars sound fair?” 

“That sounds perfect,” he smiled. “How about you two get in touch and figure it out huh?” 

“Sounds good,” Cliff grinned as he glanced back at Dottie who grinned back at him before she watched as Rick Dalton walked away. When he was gone she slid off of the car and smiled up at Cliff as she drew a pen from her back pocket and then took his arm. 

“Hollywood-2697,” he read as he looked at the number. “You got it Pretty Girl,” he brushed her jaw with his knuckle softly and then glanced in the direction Rick had gone off in. “I better go put on real clothes,” 

“Shame,” she replied as she looked him over, not missing how close they were standing as she looked back up at him. “I always imagine you dressed as a cowboy. 

“You imagine me often?” He asked and she bit her lip before running her thumb over his arm where she had written her number. 

“Call me and find out sometime,” she said softly before she backed away from him. 

When Cliff did call it was the next day and he was calling from Rick’s house. “Think you can come up and work your magic on Rick this afternoon?” 

“Sure,” she said cheerfully. “What time?” 

“How about two?” He offered. “You know where Ciello drive is?” 

“Sure,” she replied. 

“Great, he’s at 10053 Cielo Drive,” 

“Groovy, should I park on the street?” 

“Sure, I’ll see you later Pretty Girl,” 

After getting a shower in and putting on a pair of conservative pants and a comfortable, but appropriate top, she slipped her feet into some sandals and braided her hair before she took the massage table out to her little blue tiger. She shoved it into the back seat and then hopped into the front before she headed from the middle of Hollywood up to the hills. It was a ten minute drive and she listened to the new Beatles song on the radio as she drove. 

A cigarette between her lips and the fly aways from her hair flying in the warm LA wind as she drove up N. Davies Drive, she turned onto Cielo Drive and after checking the addresses, she parked in front of the house Cliff had told her the address of, and then got out of the car before she lugged her massage table out and carried it to the door. After ringing the bell, the door was opened by Cliff who smiled as he leaned in the doorway looking down at her. “Hey,” he greeted her and she smiled as she looked him over. Jeans, a white T-shirt, a unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt over it, his blonde hair hanging in his eyes as he looked her over. “You look cute,” 

“I look professional,” she retorted and he grinned before nodding. 

“Professional cutie,” he said before he leaned down and took the handle to the massage table. “Allow me,” he said as he carried the table into the house. She looked around as he carried it further in, and then followed after him. 

“Where’s Rick?” 

“Out in the pool,” he said as he nodded to the back. “Where you want me to set this up?” 

“Where will Rick be the most comfortable being naked?” She asked and he scoffed before looking her over again. 

“Is Rick the only one being naked?” He asked and she grinned before stepping up close to him. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She asked flirtatiously as she placed a hand on his hip. 

“Oh Pretty Girl,” he mumbled as he looked her over. “You have no idea how much I’d like to know,” she smiled as she ran her hand from his hip to his thigh before the two looked over as the door to the back opened and Rick Dalton walked in with an empty glass. 

She looked over and then took a step back as Rick shook his hands off. “I just dumped my entire drink into the pool,” 

“Good timing,” Cliff laughed. “Look who just got here,” 

“Hi Mr. Dalton,” Dottie said cheerfully and he stared at her blankly for a moment before his face broke into a smile. 

“Dottie! Of course, is that today?” 

“Yes sir- as long as you’re ready for a massage,” 

“Oh god Sweetpea, you have no idea how ready I am,” he nodded eagerly. “What do you need?” 

“Well, Mr. Booth here is going to go set the table up in your bedroom, and then I’ll grab a couple sheets if you have them,” 

“Of course, yeah, Cliff will show you where the linens are,” 

“And then I’ll have you come into the bedroom and we’ll get started,” 

“Perfect.” 

The first massage went well- so well that Rick paid her twice what he’d promised to pay her, and he asked if she’d be willing to come back weekly. It was great having the weekly practice, and it made it easy to see Cliff, something she always looked forward to. He would occasionally chat with her, they would share a cigarette and she would massage his boss. 

It wasn’t until one day eight weeks later that anything changed between the two. She had gotten to the house and found Rick there, in a tizzy. She had seen Rick in a mood many times, but this was a good mood, he was excitedly talking to Cliff when she walked in. “Hey guys,” she said and Rick looked at her. 

“Oh shit, is it Thursday?” He asked as he looked at his watch. “Uh, okay, don’t leave, I have a night shoot tonight,” he explained. “Cliff is going to drop me off and then come back here,” 

“Okay,” she said slowly. 

“I’ll be home around eleven- maybe twelve- can you wait?” 

“I mean, I can, but are you going to want a massage that late?” She asked and he nodded before he cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead. 

“Of course, stay here!” He ordered before he looked at Cliff who grinned from where he was sitting on the couch. 

“Be right back,” he winked and she chuckled before she shook her head and went to the bedroom where she set up the table as usual. She wandered back to the living room and opened the small silver box on the table next to the couch that she knew was full of cigarettes. She lit one and then curled up on the couch after pulling her book out of her bag and cracking it open. 

Either way, she was getting paid. 

When Cliff got back, she looked up as he walked back into the house, she was still curled up on the couch and he closed the door before looking at her. “Whatcha reading hot stuff?” He asked and she glanced at the book before holding it up to show him the cover. 

“It’s called Rosemary’s Baby,” 

“What’s it about?” 

“Some woman getting knocked up by the devil,” she said as she looked at the book again. 

“Hot stuff,” he chuckled before he glanced at the clock. “I’ve got some stuff to do up on the roof,” he told her and she held her hands out.

“What the hell am I supposed to do until he gets back?” 

“Read your Satan porn,” he shrugged and she scoffed as she shook her head. 

A couple hours later, she had finished her book and Cliff was coming back in where she was straightening the kitchen up. “What are you doing?” He asked and she shrugged. 

“Straightened up a bit,” she explained. “I figured Rick wouldn’t mind,” 

“Yeah,” he said simply and walked over to the couch where he eased down onto it with a groan. 

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked and he glanced over his shoulder at her. 

“Just an old injury,” he assured her. “Messed it up in Korea,” 

“What is it?” She asked and he sighed before looking at her. 

“I got stabbed,” he told her before he tugged down his Hawaiian shirt and lifted up the white shirt, showing a long healed scar across his shoulder. “Went deep, so when the weather starts to change, my shoulder gets real stiff,” 

“You know what’ll help that?” 

“Don’t say a massa-“ 

“A massage,” she smiled and he grinned slightly before shaking his head. 

“How did I know you were going to say that?” 

“I don’t know, how did you?” She asked innocently and he grinned at her. 

“You don’t have anything better to do today?” 

“I finished my book,” she pouted and he groaned. 

“Oh don’t pout,” he sighed and she walked over to the living room where she knelt between his legs. “Dottie,” 

“Cliff,” she pouted up at him through her thick dark lashes. “Please?” 

“Woman,” he sighed as he moved a hand to the back of her head. “Don‘t,” 

“It’s just a massage,” she whined softly as she ran her hands up his thighs. He tightened his grip on the back of her hair and then let out a low breath. 

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered. 

“What’s wrong Cliffy? Afraid of me seeing you naked?” She pouted, knowing exactly what she was doing to the older man. 

“Oh Pretty Girl,” he groaned before he sat up a little more and looked down at her. “Is this how you talk to Rick?” 

“Nope,” she made sure to pop the p as she spoke and he leaned down so he was closer to her. 

“No?” He asked and she shook her head. “Who do you talk to like this?” 

“Just you,” she whispered as he tightened his hand in her hair. “I’ve wanted to talk to you like this since I was a teenager,” she admitted and he groaned softly. 

“With all the celebrities you could have chased after- why me?” He asked and she licked her lip as she thought about the answer. 

“Because you never tried anything before I was eighteen,” she whispered. She looked into his eyes and he threaded his fingers through her hair, his other hand going to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip and she parted her lips before softly wrapping her lips around the tip of his thumb. 

“What else?” He asked and she sucked on his thumb softly. He groaned softly and she pulled back from his thumb. “Fuck Pretty Girl,” he whispered. “What else?” 

“That New Year’s party,” she whispered and he groaned as he gazed down at her. 

“If you want me naked- all you have to do is ask,” 

“I want you naked,” she told him bluntly and he nodded. 

“Come on,” he stood up and took her out of the room before leading her down the hall to Rick’s room. The table was set up there and she leaned against it as Cliff let go of her hand and shut the door. “You actually want to give me a massage?” He asked and she shrugged.

“Get another signature on my log, and get you naked,” she said slowly. “I don’t see the downside,” 

“Baby, if I’m doing this naked, so are you,” he said as he walked up to her. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up, pulling the shirt over her head before he tossed it to the ground and sank to his knees. He unbuttoned her jean shorts as he kissed her hip, and across her lower stomach to her other hip. 

“Cliff, you’re supposed to be the naked one,” she reminded him as he dragged her shorts down her legs. Gone were the days of trying to look professional for Rick, he didn’t care what she looked like, and half the time she was roped into helping him learn his lines, or calm him down when he was having a meltdown. 

“If I’m naked, you’re naked,” he repeated as he looked up at her. “Fuuuck me you’re gorgeous,” he breathed before he kissed her mound through her panties. She bit her lip and he stood up, trapping him between her body and the massage table. 

“Come here,” she whispered before she pushed his Hawaiian shirt over his shoulders. She saw him wince when she touched his shoulder and she helped him out of his white shirt before she ran her hands down his muscled chest, pausing as she looked up at him before she got to the button of his pants. 

“Do you undress Rick?” He asked and she shook her head. “Do you want to?” 

“No,” she told him honestly. “I just want to undress you,” 

“Undress me Baby,” he whispered and she unzipped his pants and unbuttoned them. He groaned softly as she ran her hand over his crotch and then let his head fall back. “Good girl,” he whispered and she smiled before kissing his chest. 

“Cliff,” she whispered as she pushed his boxers down his legs. “Get on the table, face down,” his head tilted back up and he looked down at her in disbelief before she smiled and kissed his neck, just at his throat. 

“You’re kidding,” 

“I’m going to make your shoulder feel so much better,” she promised and he let out an astonished laugh before he shook his head and wrapped an arm around her. 

“You know I have a lot more I’d rather have your hands on?” 

“I know,” she assured him as she ghosted her hand over his hard cock. He tightened his grip on her hip and she smiled before gently biting down on his jaw. “And I’m going to touch all of you,” she promised. “But first-“ 

“Get on the table?” 

“Yeah,” 

He did as he was told, and she helped cover him with the sheet as he adjusted himself so he was comfortable. “Pretty Girl,” he looked up at her, propping his chin on his hand as he did. “You haven’t-“ 

“I haven’t slept with Rick,” she assured him. “I mean, he wants to, but I haven’t,” 

“He’s said that?” He asked and she smiled before shaking her head. 

“He didn’t have to,” she told him softly. Cliff considered that before he laid back down on the massage table and she ran her hands over him gently. She picked up a bottle of oil and spread it on her hands before she began to massage him. 

When she was done with his back she leaned down and ran her fingers through his hair. “Turn over for me,” 

“Baby,” he opened his eyes. “Boy Scouts could camp under what I’ve got going on here,” 

“How do you think I know Rick wants to fuck me?” She asked lowly and Cliff turned over. He was indeed very hard and he looked up at her before lifting his arms over his head to grip her hips as she stood by his head, running her oiled hands over his chest. 

“Does Rick have a view like this?” He asked as he stared up at her bare breasts. 

“No,” she replied with a smile as she worked on his shoulder. He groaned and she massaged into his shoulder, while he continued to grip her hips. 

“Fuck Dottie,” he whispered as she dug her fingers into his shoulder. 

She worked slowly, rubbing tight muscles before she moved to his side and applied more baby oil to her hands. She massaged his chest and stomach before she glanced at the sizable tent he had going on. She could see the damp spot at the tip of the tent and she drew the sheet away, exposing him fully to her. She climbed onto the massage table then, straddling his hips and ran her hands up his body, earning a groan from him as her hips pressed his hard cock between them both. He gasped as she sat back up, his hands moving to touch her, almost desperate with his grip. 

“Cliff,” she admonished him lightly and he whimpered before he let his head fall back. When he was no longer looking at her, Dottie wrapped an oiled hand around his thick, stiff cock and began to run her hand up and down his shaft, her hand moving over him easily, drawing a gasp from him. 

“Christ,” he groaned. His cock practically throbbed in her grip and she bit her lip as she watched his face while she stroked him. “Don’t stop,” it was surprising how close he was already, and she grinned as she continued to stroke him with one hand, the other oiled hand going to cup and stroke his balls. Cliff gripped the side of the massage table as her hands worked over him, cupping and squeezing his heavy balls, drawing another groan from him as her other hand stroked and squeezed his well oiled shaft. She started to increase the speed of her hand, drawing a pained sounding groan from him, making her slow her hand again. His eyes flew open and he shook his head almost desperately as he gasped “No no no, don’t stop, don’t stop Pretty Girl,” 

With the encouragement, she began to pump her hand up and down his cock again, he met her eye and she continued to stroke him as he reached out and gripped her upper arm with an incredible strength. “Cliff,” she whispered and he groaned. “Cliff,” she said again, earning a nod and a pant. 

“Keep saying it,” he nodded as precum oozed out of his tip, rolling down her hand as she stroked him a little faster. “That- oh fuck- that’s right baby, milk that cock, almost- almost-“ she watched as his hips arched and thrust against her hand before he let out a low moan, his balls tightened in her hand and cum shot out from the end of his cock, arching to his stomach where it landed in a pool of sticky white residue. His hips continued to jerk against her hand, and she continued to stroke him, faster now as he came, and when the last rope of cum rolled down her hand he moved his hand from her upper arm to her wrist and he stilled her hand. “Get the fuck over here- right now.” He demanded as he sat up and pulled her up his torso. 

His fingers made quick work of ripping- yes, literally ripping- her panties down the seam on the sides. He yanked the ruined panties off of her and tossed them to the side before he moved two fingers to her soaked slit and ran his thumb over her. “God that got you wet huh Pretty Girl?” He asked. 

“Yes,” she panted as his thumb moved up and down her slit. He drew his hand away from her slip and raised his hand to his mouth before he sucked his thumb off, groaning at the taste of her on his thumb. 

“Fuck you even taste pretty,” he groaned before he returned his hand between her legs. She knelt above him, straddling his waist as she bit her lip and he sank a finger into her sopping cunt. She keened as he slid into her, watching her as her hands found his chest to keep herself upright. “That’s it Pretty Girl,” he encouraged when he felt her start to move her hips. “That’s right, ride my fingers,” his thumb found her clit as he curled his middle finger inside of her, drawing a gasp from her lips. “Good girl,” 

“Cliff,” she whined, as she sank down over his finger. Watching him cum had been so hot, massaging him to climax so erotic, and as he curled his finger inside her wet pussy, she felt her arms and legs break out in goosebumps. 

“Oh that feels good huh?” He asked. “Does my Pretty Girl feel good?” 

“Yes,” she gasped as his blue eyes burned with passion as he watched the way her hands curled, nails digging into her chest. 

“Yes what?” Cliff was taking control again- it was so rare he let anyone else have control over him like that, and while it had felt amazing, he needed a level of control. 

“It feels good,” she wailed as he pumped his finger into her a little faster. 

In response Cliff added a second finger to her soaked cunt, slipping it into her easily as she cried out, “That’s my girl,” he whispered as he cupped her face with his other hand. “That’s my good girl. Keep going Baby Doll, keep riding me,” her nipples hardened as she kept riding his hand, arching against it with a wanton moan as he scissored his fingers apart. “Stroking cock made you so wet, didn’t it?” He asked. “Did you like knowing all that was for you?” 

“Yeah!” She gasped. 

“Yeah?” He asked as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling his fingers again as he rubbed his thumb directly over her aching clit. 

“Cliff!” She all but squealed and he grinned as he watched her. 

“You said you think about me- do you think about this? Do you think about getting fucked by me?” He asked as he rubbed his thumb over her clit firmly. Sweat prickled at Dottie’s brow and she nodded as she took a breath. 

“Yes,” she moaned. 

“Yeah? Do you think about me touching you?” He continued and she nodded as she bit her lip. 

“Yes,” 

“Do you touch yourself when you think about me?” 

“Yes!” She cried and Cliff sat up before he grabbed the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair as he gripped it tightly. 

“Say it,” he ordered as he curled his fingers inside her, mercilessly rubbing her G-spot as he stared into her eyes. “Tell me what you do,”

“Oh god-“ she whimpered, years of attraction culminating in this moment, the way he fucked her with her fingers had been something she had imagined for years, and god was she getting close. His fingers masterfully coaxing her to completion, but as she stumbled on her words, he slowed, and then stilled his fingers. “Cliff,” she dragged out the word in a long whine, earning a grin from him as he looked at her through smug, half lidded eyes. 

“Tell me what you do,” he repeated and she whimpered before she licked her lips. 

“I- I think about you, and I touch myself,” she whispered and he curled his fingers against her gspot. 

“What else?” 

“I um, I make myself cum,” 

“On your fingers?” 

“Yes,”

“Thinking about me?” 

“Yes-“ 

“Thinking about how much you want to take my cock?”

“Yes!” She cried as he quickly resumed fingering her, and rubbing her clit while she moved desperately against his hand. Cliff’s lips crashed against hers, tasting of sweat and cigarettes, he dominated her mouth with his; tongue moving against hers, claiming her- owning her mouth, and in actuality, owning her with every stroke of his fingers and every breath he drew out of her. 

“Cum for me,” he demanded against her lips. He moved his mouth, pressing sloppy kisses to her jaw and neck before biting down on her neck. “Come on baby, cum for me. Cum for Daddy,” 

Dottie whimpered at his demands for her to cum, but when he called himself Daddy it was like the whole world ceased to exist, all Dottie knew was his lips and teeth against her flushed neck, his body heaving with heavy breaths against her chest, and his fingers- oh god his fingers, five of them threaded into her hair, gripping the brown strands, clutching them like she would float away if he didn’t keep a tight grip on her; two fingers of his other hand sunk deep in her wet cunt, middle and ring finger curling and coaxing her to orgasm while his pointer and pinky fingers kept her pussy spread for his attack on her; and his thumb, not to be outdone by his other fingers, kept an almost magnetic press against her clit. It was around his fingers that she finally, blessedly, had her first- of several- orgasms of the day. 

Hot velvet walls clenched around his fingers, and he scraped his teeth against her neck. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her, drawing a cry of pleasure from deep within her breast. Her pussy clenched and released around his fingers, hot walls gripping his fingers in an erotic vice grip as she let out squeals and high pitched moans of pleasure until her soft, flushed body went slack against his warm, strong chest. Spatterings of chest hair rubbed against her erect, sensitive nipples and Cliff slipped his fingers out of her drenched pussy, running through her soft, trimmed curls before he moved his hand up her body, streaking her dampness over her skin. 

“That’s my girl,” Cliff mumbled as he raised his hand up to her mouth. She gasped through parted lips and then moaned as he pushed his middle and ring finger between her lips, pressing down on her tongue as he watched her face carefully. She groaned and closed her lips around his fingers, tasting the bitter sweetness of her own juices on his fingers as her tongue moved between and around his fingers. 

Cliff drew his fingers from her mouth and moved his hands down to her thighs, wrapped strong arms around her legs, and then turned before he climbed off of the table. Her legs were around him still, his hard cock pressed against the soft flesh of her shapely ass, and he turned, depositing Dottie back onto the table before he adjusted himself so his tip, red, and inflamed pressed at her aching entrance. She was spent, she was sure she was, but Cliff didn’t wait, he sank his thick tip into her needy cunt, drawing a deep groan from her. Someone should have told her body that she was done, she was spent, but her body had apparently not gotten the memo, and she arched towards him, sinking him deeper still into her. Her still sensitive pussy clenched around his cock and he cupped her face with one hand while the other moved behind her, supporting them both on the massage table as he drove his hips forward, pushing further still into her, and earning another cry of pleasure from her. 

“You gonna give me another?” Cliff asked and she nodded. “Yeah, you gonna cum around my cock?” 

“Yes!” She gasped as he drew his hips back and then pushed forward again, sinking further into her. She cried out, and he pushed her legs apart as he pulled her towards the edge of the table until her ass was hanging over the edge of the table, allowing him to push into her until his tip kissed her cervix and his hips ground against hers. She keened again, and Cliff pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to her lips. Her tongue met his hungrily, and he fisted the back of her hair even tighter as his hips drew back and then snapped forward again. 

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her pussy, through her entire body as she panted against his lips. She wrapped her arms around him, gripping his back, dragging her nails down his skin as she arched towards him like a bitch in heat. “Cliff!” She cried in pleasure as he started to set a pace, his hips moving against hers, his cock stretching and filling her pussy more than she realized it could be filled. 

His lips met hers again, his kiss demanding and passionate, the sounds of their bodies moving together practically vulgar. His lips moved to her neck again, his free hand to her mound, and pressed into her mound gently before his thumb met her swollen and sensitive clit. A gasp ripped through her and he groaned against her neck as he pumped his hips forward, his thumb moving in tandem as he drew her towards her rapidly approaching second orgasm. “Don’t stop,” she begged as his hips moved into her harder. “Don’t stop!” 

“No fucking way,” he panted against her neck, rubbing her clit under his thumb with such an intensity that she thought he could start a fire. 

In a way, he had started a fire within her, a fire that only he could control, and as he stroked in and out of her, he stoked the fire of desire burning in her belly until her legs clamped around him and she tugged him closer as best she could while a second, more intense orgasm ripped through her body. She cried out in pleasure as her walls milked his cock, his own hips jutted against hers, he rolled them and ground into her as her orgasm made her shake, and as her hot walls clenched around him, he, for the second time that day, came deep within her. 

Dottie could feel each thrust punctuated by the rope of cum spilling from his tip, and when his hips stilled finally, she panted and laid her head against his shoulder. His hand moved from her aching pussy, up her body, pausing only to give one tit a squeeze, and then he cupped her face and tilted her head up, kissing her openly, and deeply. “I could spend all night in this perfect little pussy of yours,” he told her and she whimpered softly as he stroked her cheek. His other hand was still fisting her hair, and he tugged her head back, kissing down her jaw and neck before he slid out of her, cum dribbling out of her spent pussy as he looked between them. The cum that had landed on his chest had smeared against her, and she was still trying to catch her breath. “Come on,” he took her hand and helped her down from the massage table. “Rick’ll be needing a ride soon- we’d better clean up.” 

She followed him to the bathroom on still trembling legs, and he turned the shower on before he cupped her face and kissed her slowly, and deeply as the water heated up. One of her hands rested on his chest while the other stroked his wrist gently while he kissed her, she loved this, as spent as she was, she ached for him to keep touching her, to keep fucking her. 

“Who’s my girl?” Cliff whispered as he gazed down at her, and she smiled before pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“I’m your girl,” she whispered back.

“God damn right you are,” he agreed. He checked the shower and then held the door open for her. She climbed in and immediately relaxed feeling the warm water hitting her skin. 

“Rick doesn’t mind you showering here?” She asked as he climbed in after her. 

“Nah, he knows I work up a sweat working here,” he told her as he stepped up behind her and ran his hands over her shapely ass. “Normally I use the guest bathroom- but you know, not enough room for two,” he explained as he dipped his head and kissed her shoulder. “Bend over for me,” 

“What?” She asked and he ground his hips against her- to her absolute shock, he was still hard, and she looked over her shoulder at him in surprise. 

“Oh yeah,” he grinned. “I told you I could spend hours in your pussy,” he listed a hand and ran his knuckle along her jaw. “I’m going to make your cunt miss me when I’m not inside you.” Dottie moaned- she couldn’t help it- and she bent over as Cliff had asked. She found she couldn’t turn down this opportunity, this chance to be fucked so thoroughly by him. Her arms rested against the tile wall of the shower, and he hooked an ankle around hers before pulling her legs apart, exposing her aching pussy to him. 

“Take a deep breath,” he whispered in he ear, and she did before slowly letting it out as he filled her cunt again. “That’s my girl,” he whispered as his hips pressed into her ass. She squirmed, she was still desperately sensitive, and sure this orgasm would take no time in the world for him to coax out of her. 

“Cliff,” she whimpered as he started to move his hips again. 

“I know Pretty Girl,” he whispered in her ear. “And you’re doing so good for me,” 

“Please,” she whimpered as he rocked his hips. 

“Please what?” He asked and she let out another whimper. “Please what Pretty Girl? Please stop?” 

“No!” Her eyes flew open and she could feel him grin against her shoulder before he bit it lightly. 

“No?” He asked coyly. “You want to take my cock again?” He drew his hips back and then thrust them forward. “You want this cock?” He did it again. “You want to cum all over it?” And again. “Tell me what you want Pretty Girl.” 

“Yes,” she whimpered. Christ she was still so sensitive, her pussy was so sore, but she was sure he could easily coax another orgasm out of her. 

“Yes?” He asked against her neck, one hand going to cup and squeeze her breast. His finger and thumb found her nipple and squeezed it gently before he tugged it softly. 

“Yes!” She cried, her nipples had always been sensitive, and she whimpered as he tugged and twisted her nipple, her hips grinding back to meet his. 

“You want to cum all over this cock?” 

“Yes-“ 

“You want me to fill you with cum again?” 

“Yes…” 

“You want your cunt to ache for my cock when I’m not around?” He all but growled the last question in her ear and she whined before she nodded. 

“Fuck yes,” 

“Pretty Girl,” he whispered. “I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.” 

His hands roamed her body, he gripped and squeezed her hips as he drew her back against him, he thrust his cock in and out of her aching folds, her tender and soaked pussy stretching around him as he plowed into her. Dottie’s body ached and she groaned with each thrust of his hips, but she took every single thrust, she even tried a move she had learned from a friend and tightened herself around his cock, making him swear in her ear. 

“Do that again,” he all but begged and she did, making him arch into her harder. 

His cock felt amazing against her, and when he brushed his thumb over her achingly sore clit it nearly sent her to her knees. Cliff was quick to catch her and hold her against his chest though, and he chuckled as he gripped her tight. 

“That’s it Pretty Girl,” he whispered into her ear. “That’s it,” he encouraged as he held her and then slowly moved to his knees, taking her down with him. He laid her down on the floor of the shower, on her hands and knees while he knelt behind her before he ran his thumb over her battered and used pussy. “You’ve got one more in you for me,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. He positioned himself at her entrance again and pushed himself in, hands resuming their place on her hips, pulling her back towards him as he drove his hips forward; the slapping of their bodies punctuated by the grunts that came from both of them. 

“Harder,” Dottie managed to squeal as water rushed over them both, her hair sticking to the sides of her face in long brown tendrils. Her pussy gripped him like a vice and Cliff gripped her hips harder before he began to pull her back over his cock, using her like a sleeve to fulfill his desires, fucking her without abandon as he drew himself closer and closer to completion. 

“Fucking right,” he grunted as he drew her back against him. “That’s my Pretty Girl, that’s it baby; gonna fill you with so much cum it’ll be leaking out if you all week,” Dottie moaned at the image of being so full of his cum that she would be leaking it all week, at the store, at home, just a steady stream of Cliff filling her panties was enough to make her shiver. 

“I want it,” she wailed, her voice echoing off of the tiles of the shower. “Oh fuck I want it!” She begged and he brought a hand down to slap her ass. 

“Yeah you fucking do you little tramp,” he groaned. She was surprised at his choice of works and at her lack of reaction to them- in fact her only reaction was to moan and arch back against him. 

“Harder,” she begged and he moved a hand to wrap around her, pulling her up so her back was to his chest. His other hand moved back between her legs, it was like her clit was his hand’s summer home, and he found it immediately, rubbing the sore and swollen nub as she cried out, her head falling against his shoulder as she moved with him. Her body hurt, her lower stomach and thighs were sore, but he was right, she had one more orgasm in her, and he was going to draw it out. 

“Cum for Daddy,” he whispered in her ear. “Cum all over Daddy’s cock Pretty Girl,” 

“Cliff-“ 

“Daddy,” he corrected her and she whimpered as she reached back, threading her fingers into his blonde hair as he kissed and bit at her shoulder. 

“Daddy,” she whimpered softly and he thrust into her harder. 

“Louder,” 

“Daddy-“ she spoke at a normal volume. 

“Louder.” He ordered before bringing a hand to her jaw and holding it as his other hand still mercilessly rubbed her aching clit. “Let the whole fucking neighborhood hear you.” With that he pinched her clit between two fingers and rolled it, drawing a loud cry from her body as she was taken over by her third and most powerful orgasm in a row. 

“Daddy!!” 

“Yes, yes Pretty Girl,” 

Thank god they were in the shower, Dottie had never had an orgasm quite like this one, with the normal gasping for breath, the normal slaps of skin against skin, and the normal feeling of a hot rubber band in her belly snapping- with all of those feelings, came a new one. 

Hot liquid ran down both of their thighs as he squeezed her four again, and Cliff let out a laugh that could only be described as joyous. 

“Good god, look at you go Pretty Girl,” he said in astonishment. She could feel him rub her clit even harder, making her cry out and practically fall off of his lap as she came. “That’s Daddy’s girl,” he told her as he continued to drive himself in and out of her. “Almost there, you’ve got one more for me,” 

“No!” She gasped and he nodded as she pulled away from his lap- immediately feeling empty as she laid on the floor of the shower, her knees pulled to her chest. 

“Oh yes you do,” Cliff moved over her, and immediately slid back into her. “You’re going to ache for my cock- remember Pretty Girl?” He asked. “Your gonna crave me Pretty Girl,” he promised as he continued to fuck her in that position. She whimpered and whined, and he held her legs up before he started to jerk his hips against hers again, once more spilling inside her hot cunt- not one to be proven wrong about anything though, Cliff kept his thumb on her clit and rubbed it until one final orgasm shook her body as she lay on the shower floor, practically a babbling mess as he rode her orgasm out. 

When he stopped, he pulled Dottie to his chest, sitting on the floor and holding her against him as he stroked her hair. “That’s Daddy’s good girl,” he whispered as he held her. “You did so good for Daddy,” 

“Cliff,” she whimpered and he kissed her cheek before he cupped her cheek and guided her to lay her head on his shoulder. 

“I’m right here Pretty Girl. I’m right here, and I’m so proud of you,” 

“Is it always gonna be like this?” She questioned and he smiled softly before he looked down at her. 

“Do you want it to?” He asked and she lifted her eyes to meet his. 

“Yeah,” she said decidedly and he smiled before he leaned down and kissed her lips softly.

“Then yeah Pretty Girl- it can always be like this,” he nodded. 

The two stayed in Rick Dalton’s shower for another twenty minutes before they got out and got dressed. She threw the linens into the wash, and was just considering folding up the table when they got the call to go get Rick from his film set. Dottie went with Cliff, not having anything better to do, and as the two sat in the car, he tugged her closer to him, and took her hand before pressing it to his thigh. As they drove she could feel him getting hard again and she looked at him in surprise. 

“What can I say Pretty Girl?” He asked. “My horse likes the prettiest girl in this here town,” 

Dottie burst out laughing- she couldn’t help it, and Cliff laughed as well as she tried to get over her surprise at what he had said. “You’re some kind of addict,” she said with a shake of her head. 

“Addicted to your pussy,” he commented and she rolled her eyes with a smile. 

“I thought I was supposed to be addicted to your cock,” she shot back and he grinned. 

“Oh you are-just don’t know it yet,” he said before glancing at her. “But tonight; when you go home, and you imagine me in my cowboy getup, trust me when I say your fingers just won’t cut it anymore,” 

“Well what do I do then?” She asked as he slowed to a stop at a red light. 

“Then you call me, and I come get you, and I fuck you until you can fall asleep at night,” 

“Cliff?” 

“Yeah Pretty Girl?” 

“What are you doing after this?”

[cakepoppresent]

This is fine! Totally Fine!!

Damn. Thats some crazy information chantel just shared, hope her sources weren't lying outta they asses

Transcript under the cut!~

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[Chantel]: Our guest tonight is one of the biggest stars to grace our stage! She is getting tremendous acclaim for her long years in the entertainment industry working alongside major actors and her excellent acting skills! Please welcome Luna Villareal

Chantel: I’ve missed you friend! Why don’t you text me?

Luna: Phone works both ways! I’m also waiting for your text!

Chantel: Oh! So the next time I try to text you, you’ll actually answer?

Luna: Of course. I always answer

Chantel: I’ll hold you to that!

Chantel: Besides not texting me back, Having you on the show is always nice. Last time you were here we talked about your campaign with Miu Miu. Now you’re here because of your new film with Blair Reeves

Luna: I always love coming back but yes! our new movie “Greta” is expected to come out by Winterfest!

Chantel: How was it working with THE Blair Reeves? It must have been a daunting experience?

Luna: It really wasn’t! She’s basically like an aunt to me so it was like working with family but less annoying

Chantel: So there was still something annoying about working with Blair Reeves? Why don’t you let the audience know!

Luna: Isn’t all work annoying to a certain degree? long hours, long flights, and working in harsh environmental conditions. It all comes with the territory. But working with Mrs. Reeves always made a hard day better

Chantel: Always responding with the most diplomatic responses. Your manager must be very proud of you.

Luna: Hahaha I’m just a nice person Chantel, can’t cause mess when there is no mess to make right?

Chantel: Hmm...Is that so? Sounds like a challenge

Luna: You can always try

Luna: Oh? If there is I didn’t notice. Too busy working and going to school

Chantel: Acting aside a beautiful woman such as yourself must have a trail of broken hearts behind you?

Chantel: Busy working? Or is there someone who is already taking up all your time?

Luna: My work schedule is pretty hectic, not sure how a man can fit into it

Chantel: If I recall there was a pregnancy rumor about you and a mystery man not too long ago

Luna: Getting your sources from SMZ? The other day they said I was from Sixam because there's no way I could handle transitioning from a child star to where I am now. Doesn’t seem very reliable Chantel

Chantel: No need to get upset, you know I gotta ask the questions the people are dying to know! You’ve been seen with this man a few times now the people are curious!

Luna: The people don’t need to worry! When I finally share the man by my side, they’ll probably get sick of me

Chantel: Speaking of sources a reliable one told me something interesting about your family

Luna: Excuse me?

Chantel: Coming from an old family like the Villareals must be hard yes?

Luna: All families have their issues. My family issues aren’t anything interesting

Chantel: A little birdie told me that your family issues are particularly interesting

Luna: Im sorry but th-

Chantel: I was told your mother didn’t actually pass away like your father stated.

Luna: Wha-

Chantel: And your older brother Andre? Was disowned by your own father and is now working as a dishwasher at-

Luna: Are you done?

Chantel: Don’t be mad at me! I’m just asking the important questions. You know the people love the messiness of rich families. Won’t you entertain us?

Luna: Sounds more like you want to slander me. I’m not giving you the gossip you want so you’re making up your own?

Chantel: Calling me a liar? Doesn’t seem very diplomatic of you

Luna: Asking unapproved questions and ambushing me with false information doesn’t seem very professional of you

Chantel: My sources are very reliable. I would never come at you with lies and allegations

Luna: My lawyers are pretty reliable as well

Chantel: Oh! Well, that’s the end of this interview! Folks stay tuned while we have Orange Baily perform his comeback single “First Burn” for us tonight!

[Destiny]: Bro what the fuck was that. Holy shit how could she fucking do that

[Luna]: I...can’t believe that happened. That’s never happened to be before. I don’t get ambushed.

[Destiny]: Be honest with me. Was what she said true? I thought we had no secrets

[Luna]: What should I do? This will be blow over right?

[Destiny]: This is going to be such a shit show. I haven’t even looked at SMZ yet. Fuck.

[Luna]: I can’t fucking think right now. That...none of that is true...I don’t think it is. My mom died giving birth to me and my brother...I...I don’t know

[Destiny]: Yeah. It should, Thorne Bailey just needs to be spotted with a blonde bimbo and the news will be all over him again. Just relax I’ll handle this

[Destiny]: Okay...Yeah this is fine. Don’t freak out.

Luna: I’m not freaking out.

[Destiny]: Good! Just stay low. I’ll call you for the Vogue holiday shoot, you have some smaller stuff here and there but don’t worry. It’s fine. This is fine!

Luna: I’ll be waiting for your call babe.

[justchillandshipit]

Allow me to take a moment here. Tim just acknowledged couch theory?

Moving on to Buck and Tommy’s breakup, talk about your approach to it. Why was Tommy sure that Buck would break his heart?

Tommy’s older and Buck is very new to this, and whether Tommy was correct or not, I think what he felt like was exactly what he said: I’m not your last, I’m your first, which is a special thing to be, but as Tommy says, it doesn’t usually end up being the same thing. And I think based on what we know of Buck, he’s maybe not wrong. Buck’s a little impulsive when he’s feeling a certain kind of way. He’s like, move on in, bring your couch. So I just think because Tommy’s a little older and wiser or maybe at some level he feels like he doesn’t deserve Buck, I don’t know. But I think he accurately diagnosed Buck. Buck’s still figuring himself out, and boy, that would be quite risky to move in with that guy as much as you would love to.

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We have a couch reference.

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Somewhat unrelated but relevant:

I also think that I have finally caught up on all the articles. In every article, someone says Eddie is straight. I want to say about four articles have a reference or a mention of straight Eddie, and there is one in-canon statement from Eddie. So what do we think about that? I instinctively want to say that to have that many denials is sus, but I also have to acknowledge that the question was asked before the response was offered. I honestly don't know what to believe when it comes to the show's direction. I'm still here though and sticking with my original plan to give them until the end of Seasn 8 to move Eddie out of the closet. I will not accept the demise of this ship a moment sooner. It doesn't help that actors are excellent liars. Oliver always makes me second guess myself. lol For now, I'm still here and still clowning.

Other things to consider in favor of Buddie:

There was one article from TVInsider where the interviewer reminded the reader that Eddie said he wanted a beard. Most of us know the gay coding of that word, and that was promptly followed by the Priest pointing out that Eddie was wearing a mask/disguise. This is all within the same conversation where Eddie assumed the Priest was hitting on him, and he called himself straight.

I'm also low-key wondering about the possible conflict between Eddie and Buck coming up. I need more info on that. What?? These two haven't had beef since Buck sued Bobby in Season 3 and Buck and Eddie argued in the grocery store. We all know how Eddie served c#nt like a professional in that fight. Eddie ended up forgiving Buck soon afterward, but Buck was still apologizing four episodes later. lol

I saw in another post where someone compared the image of Eddie in the confessional with the image of Eddie seeing Buck through the peephole of his door. (Hint, both looked like confessional images.) That has to be deliberate.

Tim's comment above referenced Tommy and a couch in a similar context to Eddie and Buck's conversation when Buck said his last few couches came with girlfriends, and Eddie corrected him to say his girlfriends came with couches.

@stagefoureddiediaz 's color theory is still proving accurate as well.

Updates

Buck looking less than thrilled at seeing Laker tickets. Tommy tells him he can use the gift with Eddie and Buck perking up at the idea, only for Tommy to say nope. Joking. (On a second watch, I think I read too much in to this one, but I'm keeping it on the list as very loose interpretation.)

Oliver admits that Buck looked Eddie up and down when he opened the door and knew something was going on with him, but then the whole sit in silence thing. (I know the breakup was on Buck's mind, but I swear he looked like he was trying not to think about Eddie being half naked beside him.)

Also, Eddie was half naked just sitting beside him. I can't help but think of them sitting there like that. Buck and Eddie are going to the same place, but they are taking totally different paths to get there. At some point, they are going to meet each other face to face and be like, you're here.

(I saw a theory. You always have to take these with a grain of salt, but I can't deny the theory sounds good. there have been a lot of parallels that are relevant for Buck and Eddie with the exception of Eddie's shooting.) I did read one interview, it may have been TVInsider, where the interviewer said they hoped Buck wouldn't be in danger. Oliver hinted that Buck was always putting himself in those situations. I think it might be a hint for what is to come. Also, if Buck is putting himself in dangerous situations again, this might be something that has Eddie angry with Buck. I think there is a lot of room for this theory. We'll have to wait and see on that one.

In a previous interview, Oliver told us there was an upcoming scene where Buck and Eddie sat in silence and that it was a testament to their friendship. In the latest interview in Variety, he talks about the scene again but this time he says "that it speaks volumes about their relationship that they could be going through things and handling it so differently but still be there for each other with little need for words. (This is the same interview where Oliver admits that Buck looked Eddie up and down.) At the end of this question, he reiterates that it speaks volumes that they were in different places and could still be there for each other. He says, "I think it really speaks volumes to the strength of their bond."

[sgiandubh]

The missing link

You do not watch the show or have stopped doing so for a long time.

You don't even like it.

You did not read the books.

You do not like the characters. Or, at least, one character.

You do not like the actors. Or, at least, one of the leads.

This person is probably guilty for everything going wrong in this world.

In your humble opinion, this person lacks talent. You do not understand how this person got any opportunity, in their entire life.

This person lacks intelligence, class, empathy and even beauty.

Them getting a part in a successful production was a glitch in the matrix.

This person is a liar and a crook. You never fell for this person's dark schemes and you tell everyone about it.

This person has no future in their chosen career, because you analyzed every single thing about them and it lead you to this conclusion.

You have never met that person face to face. Yet you somehow feel they personally wronged you.

At the same time, you follow every step and every breath of this person.

You are able to tell, with reasonable precision, where this person is (and sometimes even with who), at any given time.

You make compilations of your observations and keep records and tabs accordingly, for future reference.

You are able to detect this person's presence in rough footage or other people's more or less private reels. You actively engage with these people and sometimes get permission to use those reels.

You post those reels on the Internet for public consumption, without the prior consent of the person featured in them.

You sometimes engage with this person's entourage, asking them private questions, in public.

You post legal documents, publicly available but meant only for private use, on the Internet, in order to make a point.

You are an expert in areas that have nothing to do with your own chosen profession and have adamant opinions on everything ranging from how to properly prepare a cocktail to legal matters.

This person's sexual orientation, as determined by you, is of paramount importance in order to understand and judge this person's professional achievements and ethics. Or lack thereof.

When challenged, or even just questioned about your endeavors, you resort to bullying and victimization.

People doing so have a personal problem with you. They are evil, stupid and paranoid lunatics and boors.

You send hateful Anons to these people on the regular, in the hope you will manage to undermine their confidence and make them disappear.

You use several sock accounts or proxies in order to read and/or interact with the person(s) you feel you have a personal problem with.

You sometimes post music with lyrics expressing your true (violent) sentiments about a particular person or group of persons, but do not admit to it. It is a #coincidence or reflective of a particular #mood.

You regularly make these people responsible for everything, exaggerating their reactions and twisting their arguments.

You prompt your audience to do the same.

You are never wrong and have trouble admitting it.

You did nothing of the above or, if you did some of the above, you did it for the public good.

....

Excuse me, but I am surely missing something, here.

This is not about a particular person and clearly aims to paint a collective portrait. All of the above come in many shapes and forms.

It is what it is.

[magnetothemagnificent]

Just saw someone say that RAMCOA "isn't real and is an antisemitic conspiracy theory" which... I don't know. I think that's dismissive of the pervasiveness of Xian abuse and the actual context of RAMCOA. A lot of Xians are involved in organized cults and traffic/abuse people through various means. At the very least I think there is nuance here. I'd like to hear your take though

For those who don't know the acronym, it stands for Ritual Abuse, Mind Control, and Organized Abuse, and was coined by the International Society for the Study of Trauma and Dissociation (ISSTD), and organization with a history of past and present abuse and corruption.

It's not real. It's a conspiracy that began in the 1980s and 1990s with the Satanic Panic. Some corrupt psychologists practiced "repressed memory recovery", where they convinced their patients that they were ritually abused by satanic cults as children, but forgot about it due to trauma. In reality, it's actually very easy to convince someone that they remember something, even when it didn't actually happen. There is no nuance. While cults absolutely do exist, there is no underground network of cults (Christian or otherwise) engaging in occult ritual sacrifices and abuses. To assert that there is leans deeply into antisemitic and xenophobic conspiracy.

Disclaimer: I'm not saying that certain dissociative disorders aren't real. They've existed before the Satanic Panic and before the epidemic of false memory implanting by psychologists. However, people with trauma disorders are very susceptible to manipulation, especially by mental healthcare professionals. Someone can genuinely believe they were kidnapped by a network of occultists, that doesn't mean it actually happened to them. It also doesn't mean that they're malicious liars- false memories can feel very real, and as we've learned, it's quite easy to convince someone of a memory that didn't happen. People who believe they were victims of these things deserve our compassion- the bad-faith actors are the doctors and therapists who manipulated them, not the people suffering from mental illness.

More reading:

Evidence Against Dr. Colin A. Ross

Dangerous Therapy: The Story of Patricia Burgus and Multiple Personality Disorder

Satanic Panic: The Creation of a Contemporary Legend

Martha Ann Tyo v Ross

Satanic Cults, Ritual Abuse, and Moral Panic: Deconstructing a Modern Witch-Hunt

Dutch Investigators Find No Evidence Of Ritual Child Abuse

Supernatural Support Groups: Who Are the UFO Abductees and Ritual-Abuse Survivors?

[bueckersverse]

Hey, sincerely asking. What do you think will happen should trump win?

hi! thanks for asking 🙃

shit will get expensive for people who are not millionares because of trumps tax that benefits the wealthy.

also project 2025 as it states at aclu.org

"Project 2025 is a federal policy agenda and blueprint for a radical restructuring of the executive branch authored and published by former Trump administration officials in partnership with The Heritage Foundation, a longstanding conservative think tank that opposes abortion and reproductive rights, LGBTQ rights, immigrants’ rights, and racial equity."

i personally don't want to fear for my right to love a woman, and my rights and my families rights because were mexican. i also want to have rights for my own body for reproduction.

MASS DEPORTATIONS

Targeting immigrant communities through mass deportations and raids, ending birthright citizenship, separating families, and dismantling our nation’s asylum system.

i personally dont want to see my family getting deported, im not sure if my birthright citizenship would also be at risk but id assume so.

What Are Donald Trump’s Connections to Project 2025?

Project 2025 was published by The Heritage Foundation, a longstanding conservative think tank with direct ties to former President Trump’s administration. Though Trump has falsely claimed he is not connected to Project 2025, a recent report from CNN found at least 140 people who worked on Project 2025 previously worked in the Trump administration. The Heritage Foundation President Kevin Roberts also previously worked on President Trump’s transition team in 2016, and has described his organization’s role as “institutionalizing Trumpism.”

he claims to not have anything to do with project 2025 but he is a liar.

ROLLING BACK TRANS RIGHTS

Weaponizing federal law to require states and private actors to discriminate against transgender people by threatening to sue schools that protect the rights of trans students or telling hospitals that they would lose their Medicaid funding if they provide gender-affirming medical care to trans adolescents

why are we going back in time? he literally wants to abolish so many rights that people fought so hard to have

"If Donald Trump wants to make America great again, as his oft-repeated slogan promises, then that leads to the question: When was the last time America was actually great?

Trump has an answer. In an interview with The New York Times published Saturday, the real estate mogul was asked when the country last reached the GOP front-runner's lofty ideal -- as a reporter asked, when do "you think the United States last had the right balance, either in terms of defense footprint or in terms of trade?"

The answer, Trump explained, was during periods of military and industrial expansion at the onset of the 20th century and again in the years after World War II."

the years after world war II?

Truman announced Japan's surrender and the end of World War II. The news spread quickly and celebrations erupted across the United States. On September 2, 1945, formal surrender documents were signed aboard the USS Missouri, designating the day as the official Victory over Japan Day (V-J Day).

world war two ended 1945

In the 1950s-1980s, women often lacked the right to full control over their finances, property ownership, career choices, reproductive decisions, equal pay, protection from workplace discrimination, and were often expected to prioritize domestic duties over professional ambitions, with societal pressure to primarily be wives and mothers, limiting their participation in politics and other public spheres; they also faced restrictions on access to credit and the ability to make legal contracts without their husband's consent in many cases.

Key points about women's limited rights in this period:

Limited employment opportunities:

Many jobs were considered "men's work" and women were often pushed towards traditionally female roles like secretarial work, with lower pay compared to men doing similar jobs.

Husband's legal authority:

Married women often had limited legal rights, with husbands having significant control over their finances and property.

Restrictions on reproductive choices:

Access to contraception and abortion was often limited or heavily regulated, with societal pressure to prioritize motherhood.

Discrimination in credit and loans:

Women often faced difficulty obtaining credit cards or loans without a male co-signer.

Lack of protection from sexual harassment

Legal protections against sexual harassment in the workplace were largely absent.

Limited representation in politics:

Women were significantly underrepresented in political leadership positions.

why would we want to vote for someone who wants to take us back in time to a point where we were restricted of so many things?

thats why i dont want trump to win cause if he said himself he had a part in overturning roe v wade imagine what else he would do with another 4 years of presidency.

(please reblog so this gains more traction so people know that trump is legit not a good candidate or person at all)

[georgiapeach30513]

Hi peach ❤️ Mrs pasta checking in

It’s been a long week, huh? If you’re in the USA, like some of us, 😵‍💫 but I’m going to avoid the politics talk.

I hope you are faring well despite everything.

I have no shade to throw today but I do want to remind some people on here in the midst of a lot of toxicity (not politics related). There’s a small group on here that has turned into a hilarious mix of haters/antis/no longer sure what they’re supposed to be but they’re 100% counterproductive. Imagine being that bored with your own life you spend your days torturing yourself following someone you “hate.” But I guess some people like being miserable.

Ramen, try as he might, is not a very good liar and I don’t think he would make a convincing salesman 🤣 but I do think that he filmed a movie in 2022 and it was delayed a year to release, and now that some are feeling extra in their feelings about him, are seeking confirmation through searching the internet for bad reviews on his film so they can project more negativity onto him.

He’s actively worked on three (still working on the third) projects this year. None of these projects have been released and I don’t believe they’ve confirmed any release date for these films either (correct me if I’m wrong).

So if that’s the case, I think it’s wise to wait things out and see how the rest of these projects pan out and whatever he decides to do next. bemoaning and groaning on a movie that was filmed 2 years ago as a yardstick of a person’s current life and career is a bit of an interesting choice. I think most of his fans knew this movie wasn’t going to be an awards darling by any means and especially knowing that the rock and his crew are behind this..how is anyone surprised if it’s a goofy overblown exaggeration of a ride?

Besides, the actors that work on this film are all professionals. They all do this for a living and promoting a silly goofy probably not going to be a hit with critics movie and playing along with the silliness is part of the job.

Marketing. PR. Yes yes it’s all mostly lies and manipulation. A lot of us have tried telling some of you that Hollywood is a business first, and everything else second. If you sit here upset that a celeb would possibly play up or even “lie” about something while promoting a film, then you may want to get out of this fandom and check the rest of the world.

This is not me being mean or invalidating other people’s feelings. I’m just telling you all as someone who works in an industry that’s all about manipulation and selling, myself. I do it because it’s a job. I don’t agree with everything but they pay me. I separate my own personal feelings from my work and then I go home. Life moves on no matter what.

Peach, thank you for being ramen’s shining beacon of support. They really ought to start paying you and anni for the work you both do for this fandom.

😘❤️

Be well

Mrs. Pasta! I was hoping you would drop in this week because what a week we've had! But yes, there's a reason that I avoid politics here, and that's because this is my escape. And like most of us, we're just not in the best place.

Unfortunately it does seem to have a heavy dose of toxicity in our little corner on tumblr. I think there's quite a few groups that are a bit counterproductive instead of just enjoying the plethora of content we've been gifted, but hey ho.

Ramen is one of the worst liars I have seen. And I'm not sure what that means sometimes. This movie was filmed in 2022, and carried on into 2023, and of course, was originally set to released Christmas 2023, but who knows what was going on behind the scenes for it to be delayed until this holiday season. This movie was also never going to be a critical success. Movies like this are meant to be for audience success, but what do I know?

I actually find it quite commendable that he's been able to make himself be so busy this year with work. Compared to what his tone was in the GQ interview fall 2023, this is a stark difference. He's showing that there is work to be had if you want it. He's taking on smaller roles, and he still seems proud of that fact. However, as of yet, there is no release date for any of these projects filmed this year. I suspect Honey, Don't release should be announced soon-ish.

And I think you're right about expectations on Red One. Judging the trailers, I think we're getting exactly what I thought we would be getting. It looks like a fun, goofy, not too serious Christmas movie. And honestly, I love those. Not every movie was meant to be a critical darling, or be awarded. Sometimes you just want to have a good time.

I think if most people would look at Hollywood as a business everyone would be better off. It is just lipstick and rouge, and they show us what they want us to see. Sometimes there's some cracks in the foundation, and we see a bit of the lies and manipulations. And in this case this is a family movie, so to no surprise some people are playing up the family aspect of it all. Interesting, and yet not, all at the same time.

Sometimes you have to pick and choose what you want to see, hear, learn, and you just have to learn it's not that serious at the end of the day. It's entertainment, and when you look at it as such, you have a lot more fun. And honestly, a lot of us have been entertained lately.

Ooh, you got to watch talking about pay on here, it sends the wrong message, and people like to call you the p word. Anne and I, and so many of our mutuals and followers, just want to have fun. Isn't that was a fandom space, such as tumblr is supposed to be about? Not about constant drama and arguing, but enjoying an entertainer? Their work? Getting excited about public appearances? Spreading memes, gifs, and works of fiction?

Mrs. Pasta, as always it's a pleasure. And I look forward to your next drop in. As always, take care!

[umathurwin]

Okay I know you’ve been a Jiara hater from day one, I’m one of those people who rooted for it in seasons 1 and 2 and then was immediately disappointed with the execution in 3 and just completely lost interest by the end of 4. The thing that’s interesting for me is that I consider Rafe and JJ to be not entirely dissimilar characters, honestly I think they have more traits in common than they have different. But I’ve been rewatching OBX with my family and surprisingly I don’t even see the chemistry between JJ and Kiara anymore whereas I definitely still see the chemistry between her and Rafe. Idk if it’s just because I know how disappointing it all becomes in the end or maybe I’m just older idk.

I’ve been increasingly compelled by the Kiarafe dynamic throughout the seasons to the point where they are probably my biggest interest going into season 5 (especially since the writers say they’re going to explore their relationship, whatever that means) but since the actors have already established that they are incapable of playing out storylines that they don’t personally agree with for some reason I’m definitely worried that any execution would just be handled… poorly by all parties. I kind of would just prefer them to continue their intense whateverthefucktheyhavegoingon with some additional context (wtf happened during her Kook year, I feel like with all this speculation and the weird tension they’ve had since the first season it has to be SOMETHING) and just a more prominent role in the season rather than them attempting an actual relationship (even a casual one).

IDK I’ve been turning them over in my brain for days on end and I’m curious as to what you think. Why do you think the Kiarafe dynamic works while Jiara just doesn’t? What are some key differences between Rafe and JJ as characters that differentiate those dynamics? And also what do you want/expect from Kiarafe in Season 5?

(Also idgaf I’m not going on Anon I’m trying to live my Kiarafe truth)

hell yeah live your truth omg ‼️

this ask actually caused me to have an epiphany. when i watch interview clips of madison verbally denouncing kiara and rafe, my thoughts were not “wow, this actress has so much control over the depiction of her character, and she would never allow this plotline to happen! that’s a plausible thing to happen on a professional film set!” girl my thoughts were “oh fuck, it’s totally gonna happen, and they’re trying to throw us off the trail??” (i was a pretty little liars fan. does it show?) 

from what we know, she didn’t want to do jjiara either. and what did we get?— a ship execution so fucking bad that even the biggest fans of it were disappointed beyond belief. all because an actress can’t do her job. it’s not even like this is about something compromising like a stunt or a sex scene— this is about being able to film cuddling, to stand within four feet of your on-screen boyfriend, to even look at him in a vulnerable moment without contempt?? bailey what are you doing

so like… why the hell would i think it’d be different with another ship? when they’ve created an environment where a cast member gets to make decisions that affect the context of the creators’ writing? it’s probably gonna be a situation where there’s tons of potential and maybe even great first drafts, but once they go to shoot and the actors decide they’re just… not gonna do that, they’re gonna do it how they want, to hell with the writers, all of that buildup will just collapse. i have a deep fear this is how s5 is gonna turn out—

(though to be fair, i actually have no worries about drew starkey himself. he’s incredible and out-acts every person he shares the screen with save for charles esten and sometimes madelyn cline? but usually he’s leagues above the others)

now, in terms of JJ versus rafe, i absolutely agree with the sentiment that they’re alike. they’re kook and pogue parallels. the abuse/neglect, the issues with addiction, the mental health struggle and feeling like you’re alone even though you’re always around people. i think the difference lies in maturity and motivations. 

something i’m positive JJ fans don’t know the difference between is a fun boyfriend and a good boyfriend. they look pretty similar when you’re a teenager. i bet in the good days, JJ would be a super entertaining and doting partner… but what if things got frictious? i get the feeling JJ would use the silent treatment after an argument. he’d shove an entire saucepan in the fridge when you ask him to put away dinner. do you actually think JJ would be reliable to take care of the house/chores/children (if you’re older) when you have to go away for a few days? i know he’s a teenager now, but look at how he handles literally every conflict as though he has no future. does this really seem like someone who could mature into a responsible, communicative partner?

i’m not saying JJ is a bad person. i honestly think all my issues with him stem from things that were not his fault (namely. luke) but that doesn’t change the fact that at NO point in the show did i EVER think “wow, this boy is definitely ready to be in a romantic relationship with anyone!”

and i know it’s rich as fuck to pose rafe as “mature” but remember this is all relative. kiara isn’t exactly the epitome of full mental development. at the very least, there are glimpses of rafe having a desire to grow and change and do better. he has an evergreen motivation to be with his family and aspirations to be successful the way his father (and probably other great kook men) modeled for him. is he perfect? fuck no. he often lets his emotions get the better of him, he very frequently lashes out at the people he loves, and is pitilessly indifferent to those he doesn’t. basically up until the last two?? episodes of season 4, he was paranoid and temperamental. that said, i think now that he’s at least been neutralized, rafe has the opportunity to thrive in the coming season especially now that he has a mutual target with the pogues.

and let’s look at the narrative framing. rafe is out a fuckton of money from groff. kiara is looking to avenge the boyfriend she oh-so-dearly-loved. john b is busy with sarah and their bast— i mean baby. pope and cleo are probably working on what it means now that he’s a killer. looks like those first two are probably gonna be spending a lot of time working together while the rest are supporting but caught up in their own storylines. i’ve joked before that kiara is gonna kill someone and rafe is gonna be there to console her about it… but i’m not joking that hard. that’s an idea to take, pates if you’re readingplease—

i’ve said this before but we’re just missing so much context, especially with kiara and rafe. literally every fan of this pairing wants to know what the fuck happened in her kook year, myself included. though it is kind of sad that you (and i, now that you opened my mind) would rather it be kept vague rather than full-sent lest it fail to live up to how good s1 kiarafe was, when all we had to work with was tension you could feel and longing gazes. i guess what i want is for this show to move to hbo so we can get word-for-word recreations of some of the insane kiarafe fics i’ve read. what i expect is a crash and burn like jjiara 2.0 because it seems someone on set has already made up her mind on that pairing

[cymerae]

SKDY fanbook Q&A — ORDER edition.

Nagumo.

Likes his bed, sleeping and generally being lazy. Dislikes mornings and car rides.

His hobbies include pranks, general mischief and sleeping.

On his days off he stays in bed, playing Sudoku and avoiding people.

If he wasn’t a hitman, he would be scouted as an actor and model. Known as a chameleon actor.

Most of his tattoos were done in proper shops, but he did do some of them himself. His youngest appearance is fourteen, where he already has tattoos. Given his famous spy family background, this gives rich kid who could get his hands on tattoo equipment as a minor.

Rumored to own a rooftop penthouse above a Minato ward apartment building.

He's is a lightweight, becoming drunk very easily.

When rejecting someone romantically, he lies. At first, he’ll say he’s taken. If they say they’re okay being a mistress, say he already has a mistress too.

One of the people confirmed to have been in a relationship before.

Shishiba.

Likes ramen and coffee. Dislikes onions. This started back when he was eighteen, on a specific mission with his mentor. Details aren’t given, but it’s hinted that it’s something he picked up from Yotsumura. I headcanon that bullying from Nagumo turned a simple dislike into the violent reaction we see at twenty-six. I headcanon he picked up his taste for fancy coffee from his mentor too.

His hobbies include ramen tours, exploring new restaurants and shops within the city, and organizing. Labels, containers and different modes of organizing his space make his brain happy.

On his days off, he feels antsy if he’s not out doing something. Normally, this looks like ramen shop hopping (ramen tours).

If he wasn’t a hitman, he would be an architect and interior designer.

When rejecting someone romantically, he directly says that he's not interested.

Osaragi.

Likes food, specifically vegetables and meat. Dislikes ghosts and noisy people.

Her hobbies include hopscotch, kicking rocks, going on walks, generally exploring.

On her days off, she likes going to the zoo or the aquarium. Sometimes she takes a day to be lazy. Other times she’ll be outside playing with rocks and generally exploring.

If she wasn’t a hitman, she would be unemployed. Trying and failing to hold multiple part time jobs, due to getting fired. Being a hitman is her calling.

On the topic of cooking, she's decent. Growing up on a farm meant she learned how to cook at a young age. However, she still prefers to eat someone else's cooking.

Hyo.

Hyo is a code name he gave himself, because it sounded cool.

Likes watching professional wrestling. Dislikes liars.

If he wasn't a hitman, he would be a long haul trucker.

When rejecting someone romantically, he gets flustered and says something rude before saying he's not interested.

[mediawhatwiveswatch]

The Wives Watch: Supernatural Season 1

Have we committed to watching 15 seasons of a show because of the "I love you" meme? Yes.

What We Knew Going In:

There is someone called Castiel. He is an angel? (Good Omens Crossover Knowledge)

He is in love with Dean. (Destiel? is a thing?)

There are brothers. They do something supernaturally. They have a car.

One of the actors is called Misha (Mishapocalypse)

They are the Super of SuperWhoLock (One of us watched Who, the other Lock)

ABO origin story

Wincest? is a term we have been made aware of. We do not wish to know more.

Enjoy some unfiltered season 1 thoughts + memes:

Inside every show are two brothers. One is pathetic. The other is misogynistic.

Started placing bets on when the women who show up will die.

Honestly the water pond ghost was right. We spent a lot of time rooting for the ghosts

Going from the ethics of faith healing to Racist Car was a tripss

Psychic lady seemed chill

FUCK THAT DAD. HATE HIM. HOPE HE DOESNT WAKE UP FROM THE CRASH. THE DEVIL DID GOOD WHEN HE SWERVED THAT TRUCK

Only didn't want the boys the kill him cuz they don't deserve the trauma. He gave them enough already.

CAN DEAN READ? DID HE EVER GO TO SCHOOL? DOES HE KNOW WHAT A HOUSE IS? CAN HE RECITE THE QUADRATIC EQUATION? IS HE OKAY??

Started guessing the plot of the episodes according to whether they play the mum ceiling clip in the recap

Sam got supernatural powers and it comes up like 4 times. Bro use that telekinesis and stop getting kidnapped

All the other investigators seemed so much cooler than John. Headcannoning that they hate his ass.

Us at the start of the season: Shut up Dean Us at the end of the season: Little Sweet Baby!! He's trying so hard

Professional liars at work. Entire backseat of that car is dress up outfits.

Is Dean like... legally dead still? Is he a cold case?

Manifesting seeing some of the funky one off episode ladies. They were all cool.

This ceiling fire demon is 1. Misogynistic as Hell - target the dads bro leave these women on the floor 2. Bad at its damn job - it has killed zero (0) infants so far 3. Is Meg's dad? Was she flirting with her dads failed ceiling baby? 4. A better dad than John (the bar is in hell. thats why he's nailing it)

Dean being good with children + having big brother vibes is adorable. Sam be nicer to your suffering older brother.

Kept getting distracted during the last couple episodes cuz Meg's haircut was BAD.

The main long running characters vibe sheet so far:

Current Season 2 Predictions:

Angel guy won't show up for another 4 seasons. This won't stop us thinking every guy who shows up is him

JOHN DIES. MANIFESTING. (poor dean I'm sorry)

Meg ain't dead? Maybe?

Really looking forward to seeing the technology update in the next 5 seasons. Will Dean learn to use a smartphone? We doubt it.

Sam gets a better haircut. Dean doesn't change his appearance ever.

Ceiling Demon is not like Satan demon. He's just super petty for some reason

Tune back in for insane season 2 thoughts I guess!

[witchy-writer-lady]

the most pathetic reincarnation ever

A little something that was on my mind for weeks now. This is pretty self-indulgent and self-insert - kinda? - so don't take this too seriously because I needed to write it down somewhere before it distracted me too much.

SI as Hikaru Kamiki's identical twin.

I have never given thought to how I would die.

Although I knew it would come eventually - everyone dies, I have lost family members to death before - the thought of dying scared me. Suddenly stopping existing, your soul moving to eternal peace. So because of this fear, I pushed such thoughts away, assuring myself I didn't have to think about this until I was old and wrinkly.

But the thing about death is...It comes unexpectedly and you are almost never prepared for it.

This is exactly what happened to me. One day, I was here and then I simply... wasn't. I can only offer my thanks to god for giving me a quick death so that I didn't have time to get scared or regret leaving my loved ones behind.

And that was supposed to be the end of my story.

Until it wasn't.

"Haruki-nii, wake up!" a voice suddenly yells in my ear.

Huh?! That's not my name at all! And why the hell Japanese with a male suffix which I understand all of a sudden? Startled, I open my eyes and sit up, only to come up face-to-face with a blond boy with violet eyes with a blue tint in them. But the most standing out feature were two stars in them. I only knew two people with such trait. And both of them were fictional. Not real.

And yet Kamiki Hikaru is here before my eyes.

No fucking way. This had to be a dream. A delirium before my soul moves on to heaven. It had to be. There's no other way to explain this. Wake up, wake up!

But no matter how hard, I urged, I did not wake up. Everything stayed the same.

Unaware of my panic, Hikaru gives me a concerned look. "Are you all right, Nii-san? You look sick. Are you that nervous about going to Lala Lai?"

I did not just look sick. I felt sick. And he keeps referencing me as older-my mind grinds to a halt at the name. Lala Lai.

"Lala Lai?" I croak out, throat dry.

"Of course!" Hikaru exclaims, incredulous at my answer. "It's our chance to get out of the orphanage and become famous actors! Shining Twins! Have you forgotten, Nii-san?"

But I have not heard the last question, stuck at one word. Twins. Canon Kamiki Hikaru did not have a twin. He just fathered one pair of twins. I jump out of bed, ignoring Hikaru's surprised shriek, and rush to the mirror in the room.

What greeted me in the reflection was the identical face to Hikaru with the same stars, panicked and pale. I couldn't deny the truth now. Not when it stared at me, showing the feelings I have felt at this very moment.

I was reborn as Kamiki Hikaru's twin. An older sibling to the man who would become so broken by the entertainment industry that he would turn psycho, manipulate, and kill people that had the "star quality". Ai, the girl he loved, and their son, would lose their lives to him.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw up.

What was the point of this? I know god works in mysterious ways and I believe he has a purpose, but reincarnation was only cool in fiction. In reality, it completely sucked as my situation showed. It wasn't even due to being related to the antagonist of the manga I read last - whose background and actions were really vague. The only things I know about Hikaru is that he was born in Kanagawa (apparently in an orphanage as he said moments before), graduated from the Faculty of Science, and after Ai broke up with him, that was the last straw for his trauma, and he caused the whole plot of Oshi no Ko.

Thanks for the meager info, Aka. (not).

No, that wasn't the main problem because...Lala Lai. What the actual fuck? While I loved to pretend to be various characters for fun, I do not think I'm cut out for professional acting despite having "eyes of the liar." How am I supposed to survive in the entertainment industry?! I'm no manipulator like Aqua or profiler like Akane. We look to be around ten which means...

Himekawa Airi. Her rape of Hikaru, Taiki's birth.

That's it. We are screwed. Both of us.

This is going to be the most pathetic reincarnation ever. Can I ask for a refund here anyone?

"Haruki-nii?" Hikaru calls again, cutting through my freak out. "Are you sure you're feeling well?"

Swallowing the bile and a hysterical giggle - Haruki, really? Hikaru read as "shine." Mine read as 陽輝 meaning "Sun. Sunlight." and "Brilliant. Splendid". Whomever our parents were, they were totally uncreative with our names - that rose up my throat, I turn towards the boy who was now my younger brother as my earliest memories with him filled my mind, including the promise he spoke of. That meant one thing.

It was official. I was stuck here so I better start adapting, I guess.

"Very sure!" I smile at him, making sure to keep my eyes shut so he wouldn't see through my pathetic attempt.

And that was my first lie as Kamiki Haruki in the world of Oshi no Ko, the world where lies are love.