#I apologise if there are any spelling errors

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Surprise! I'm doing fictober but I'm late, so I posted four one shots back to back to catch up.

The following prompts come from @fictober-event for Fictober 2024.

Day 1: "that was good work"

Angela and Amanda have to properly and actually kiss for a bit. Of course, they can't do it without practice.

Day 2: "it's been a long time"

Chanse is speaking at Amanda and Angela's wedding. He struggles a bit but he eventually finds his footing.

Day 3: "I know you better"

Basically 5 times Spork hates Amanda and 1 time he learns to love her.

Day 4: "no, we're not doing that"

Toilet Girl and New York talk about what happens after shooting Love is Blind.

[innovativestruggles]

Yuta & Rika - a speculative analysis

Like with basically any fandom out there, I'm about 3 years late with JJK 0 😩 Regardless, I finally watched it yesterday and subsequently really, really needed to discuss this topic before I forget.

As an anime only fan, I only heard of Yuta from bits and pieces in the anime and from the fandom. That would go for Rika too so I never really understood the extent of their relationship until I watched JJK 0. But oh man, when I watched it, these two took my entire heart and soul.

And whilst I do get why Yuta is shipped with Maki or Inumaki, Rika wins it for me. And before I jump into my explanation, I want to say it outright - Yuta and Rika gives me strong Obito and Rin vibes 😳

Anyways let's talk about Rika.

This sweet yet psycho girl is a super side character (much like Rin), but I did a bit more research into her and it explained so so much more about her character and why she is the way she is (both as human and cursed spirit). Rika lost her mother unexpectedly at the age of 5 and then her father during a hiking trip together at the age of 11. There are speculations (by paternal grandmother) that she is involved in the death of both her parents. I cannot say too much about whether a 5 year old would have too much influence over their mother, but I will shelve this for now. I want to focus on Rika and her father. There is an explanation that one of Rika's biggest dislikes is older men. Let me tell you this - an 11 year old child with an adverse dislike for a specific portion of the population (older men) points towards one thing - abuse. This is an educated guess on my end (and if I was given a case in real life about this, I would come to this hypothesis as well), but the trauma Rika endured shaped her personality and how she would end up attaching herself to Yuta. We don't know exactly what sort of trauma Rika went through, but my guess is some form of physical or sexual abuse. The development of a 'manipulative' personality towards adults is a form of a survival mechanism developed to keep herself safe. Rika's father most likely had a role in her abuse and hence the mystery of his disappearance (and how it alluded to the fact that Rika had something to do with it, together with the explanation of her manipulative personality).

Let's come back to Rika's mother. There are two theories/hypothesis to this.

A 5 year would have enough cognitive capacity to understand that they are in an unsafe situation. However, it is unclear whether Rika's mother had any involvement in Rika's abuse. But what I presume is that she did not have a close relationship with her mother. The reason? She gave her mother's wedding ring to Yuta. A child impacted by abuse by one parent and not the other means they would naturally be attached to the safe parent, so anything sentimental attached to the safe parent would give the child a sense of safety. To give something special away like her mother's ring means her mother meant very little to her, so Rika decided to re-symobilise the ring into something new - something for Yuta. And because an 11 year old most likely cannot afford a ring

The second theory would be that Rika had a close and safe relationship with her mother, and the giving away of the ring to Yuta symbolises the safety and security she finds in him. I.e. the element of safety and security she found in her mother has been transferred to Yuta (via the giving of the ring).

Regardless of what theory we go with, there is too little information regarding Rika's relationship with her mother. We don't know what happened to her mother, whether she died of natural causes or was murdered. But all we know is that Rika most likely endured severe abuse by her father (that may or may not involve other older men).

Looking into Rika's personality. Her proposal to Yuta is a dead giveaway of her need to locate a safe space. Yuta is Rika's safety net. They met at a time where both were quite vulnerable - Yuta being unwell and Rika having returned from a mountain climb where her father went missing. Rika's proposal is an indicator of her need for a new life, the idea of marriage is to be permanently attached to her safety net and to have Yuta take her away from whatever she experienced. Of course, 11 year old children do have a basic idea of what marriage is, but it seems like Rika has more of an underlying idea of what she would like to utilise the marriage concept for - that is, to escape and re-establish her safety within the one person she loves and trusts. This explains her personality as a cursed spirit - jealous, overprotective, intense, emotional and childish. Through trauma, Rika learnt ways to ensure she is kept safe emotionally, psychologically and physically. She is always having to survive day by day until she is finally able to manipulate her father out of her life (again this seems a likely scenario, given the very little info readers are provided). When the one person (Yuta) who comes into her life finally allows her to be a child - to play, to have fun and give her the life she should have been having, naturally Rika would be overprotective of Yuta. As I mentioned, Yuta is her safety net, and to have him taken away (by bullies, by another love interest etc), is the decimation of Rika's own safety.

We were given only very small snippets into Rika's life and what she was like as a human. But her personality carried over into her cursed spirit form, and the basic information provided in the character profile, are both more than enough to deduce that Rika's background is incredibly complex with multiple layers of trauma.

One really big thing I would like to point out is Rika's comment before she moved into the afterlife - she was happier accompanying Yuta as a cursed spirit than when she was alive. This is another important piece of information that showed Rika most likely experienced a significant amount of trauma as a human. What would force an 11 year old child to come to such conclusions? The only answer is abuse. As a cursed spirit, Rika is able to escape everything and be by Yuta's side (almost like the prospect of marriage - "take me away from all this and let me be by your side forever")

For Yuta, I can't speak too much about him because his background as a child is essentially a mystery. Not sure about his parents and how he grew up. But judging from his bond and connection with Rika, I presume he grew up quite lonely and friendless. Whether there was trauma, I don't know but it did mention he had to distant himself from his family when Rika became a cursed spirit. Regardless, Yuta's acceptance of her proposal and his happiness at the prospect of being together forever with her as they grow older indicates to me that Yuta may have some complexities in his childhood we don't know about. But it could just be that he genuinely had a normal childhood and Rika was the one and only person outside his family he connected with. However, we don't know whether his timid nature occurred before he met Rika or after she became a cursed spirit. There are too many unexplained parts with Yuta. Anyways, we know Yuta loved Rika immensely (as much as Rika loved him), and his refusing to accept her death is an indicator of his feelings towards her. Their love for each other is pure and innocent because they allowed each other to live in safety and to be children.

And even after releasing her spirit, Yuuta still held onto remnants of Rika. I do love the idea of Yuta being able to move on and give himself to someone else, but I feel Yuta has a lot more unprocessed emotions regarding intimacy - that though he freed Rika, he seems forever bounded by being with her and only her.

So here's my conclusion for this pairing - their background and their pure love is what really made me love them so much. Does all this sound very Obito x Rin to you? Whilst Yuta is able to bounce back from the grief with the help of a mentor and friends, Obito never did. But they both shared an immense amount of grief from the loss of their loved one at an early age.

And yes, I seem to love my tragic rare pairs...dear oh dear.

Anyways, these are all speculations based on canon materials. So if you have any interesting hypothesis, I'd love to hear it!

[bee-sidebranch]

Under Pressure

story exposition for Blinded by Light below

BBL was designed parralel to QS and finished construction a short time after her activation.

It was built by a coalition of powerful religious groups to harness the holyness radiating off of the fissures QS' designers had discovered and was overall a place people visited to worship and philosophise.

It quickly grew to be revered as a god by its citizens, the Iterator that would find salvation, they would let it know this through various festivities, blessing rituals and asking it for guidance.

BBL is soft spoken and socially awkward, he did not enjoy all the attention and often sought comfort in writing. Neither could it handle the expecations set by his benefactors but tried his hardest to live up to their hopes.

He often agonized over what advice to give (which often led to inaction from him), prepared speeches months in advance and generally fed into what his designers perceived him to be, but itself felt it was never enough as it never manged to find the Solution.

QS had always been a source of comfort for it, she treated it like a peer first and foremost and they collaborated on many projects. It considers her its closest confidant even when they never talked about their troubles in earnest.

Without QS to lean on desperation grew in it as the day of mass ascension hung over its head and its populous looked to it for answers. He had none, all of his work never amounted to anything that would bring a safe and surefire way to ascend.

When they left their parting gift was a bonemask he was to wear, carved into it were mantras and poems that were to remind him of his purpose.

He never took it off.

In the present it is comatose, iterating on the Great Problem and dependent on TPSN for its vital functions.

Good i finally have some info written down for all of them, these are mainly for artfight so people can get some extra info if they want to draw my robots (DM me for my artfight do it).

thank you for reading all of these you may have a delicious micro LED 🤲✨️

[sclerites]

an explanation of Terminal City for art fight purposes

Terminal city 

A city found on a huge chasm in the centre of the vast crater  where Britain used to be before nuclear annihilation 300 years prior to when the story of my ocs takes place. It was founded as a prison city by the other major powers of the world to store anyone who they saw fit who threatened their world order, however it later became a last-chance-saloon for anyone who was completely out of luck, as much of the outside world considered Terminal City to be the kind of place where if you’re lucky you might be able to carve out a comfortable existence for yourself. This assumption is entirely incorrect as it is a totalitarian police state governed by the senate, a corrupt board of chief executive officers who’s will is enforced by the central officers, a police force that exist almost entirely to ensure the population stay in line. As a result, Terminal city has a thriving underbelly of gangs, drug runners and smuggling.

The senate is lead by a leader they elect every five years, however it is traditional for the leader to bribe their way into this position. The senate are located within the central spire, a panopticon style base of operations located within the centre of the city, which reaches from deep underground to just above the dome Terminal City lays within.

The corrupt nature of this government system is the reason why the rebellion exists.

Terminal City is located within a vast weather dome, as the environmental conditions outside the dome are almost untenable for most humanoid life to exist within due to the equator shifting after the nuclear blast, along with global warming. The dome regulates the temperature, simulates seasons, and is controlled by the central spire.

Terminal city is situated over one of the many chasms that split open when the bombs dropped, revealing the existence of subterrans that lived within the hollow centre of the earth (as the earth is hollow in this world). The architects of the city built it over a chasm so that there could be easier access to the water table, as the surrounding dessert has no ready supply of water.

[rikapurelove]

Go! Go! Manager!!

Saja Boys x Doppo!Manager Reader

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"Hey uh..[Name], the boss wanted to see you in his office right now"

"Great...i'll be there then.."

Great, what could that naggy old man wants? You just finish pulling an all nighter finishing your coworker's paperwork they gave you because they unfornately have another business to attend, what a bullshit.

You got up from your desk and drag yourself to your boss office, not the first time you've been there yet it still makes you nervous everytime your boss called you.

Once you entered the office you can see your boss the same old man in his 50's with neatly hair probably wearing some gel, he gestured you to sit on the chair in front of him.

"Please sit"

You sat stiffly on the chair. The silence dragged before the boss sighed, looking over some papers.

"We've been reviewing department productivity. Numbers, hours errors.."

You swallowed your saliva preparing yourself for the worst, probably making to pulling you to an all nighter again.

"Frankly your performance hasn't been keeping up with the rest of your team. The mistakes in your works and your work reports are late"

"I-i'm sorry sir some coworkers been giving me their paperwork and i–"

Before you can finish your work he cut your off.

"You're being replaced, we've found someone who's more...'compatible'. this decision is final"

Well fuck...you didnt expect to be fired despite preparing for the worst of all.

"Of course..i'll clean my desk immediately.."

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Fuck, fuck, fuck, what a useless person you are!!is what you can think off. Your mind's a mess right now you glad that you finally out of that hell of a place, however finding another job was a pain to deal with and you can't expect your bestfriend and childhood friend Hifumi to cover for you, you can't be a burden to him!

You've walk out of the building you once working and walks back to your apartment with your stuff inside a cardboard box.

"What should i do now...i need to find another job because of that shitty old man.."

"[Name]-chi, welcome home!!"

Hifumi still at home watching tv while munching on snacks, greeting the ex salaryman.

"What's with the boxes tho [Name]-chi?"

You put your stuff on the table and plop on the couch and sulking next to Hifumi.

"I got fired..and have no idea what to do....i'm so useless"

Hifumi put his hand on your back and comforting you.

"There-there [Name]-chi, you know you can look for another job, its their loss for firing a good worker like you"

Easy for you to say Hifumi, finding a new job this sudden in this economy? Yeah its gonna be hard.

"Easy for you to say it like that Hifumi..."

Suddenly a lightbulb appears on Hifumi's head, probably an idea suddenly came up to his head.

"How about i help you looking for a job? I'm pretty good with people, i'm sure we can find a job that suit ya!"

Hifumi takes your laptop and begin to type something.

"[Name]-chi, how about you change and take a bath first? I deal with this"

You sigh, trust what your bestfriend did and went for a quick shower.

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You've finished taking a shower and see Hifumi still attached to your laptop with a huge smile on his face, probably a good sign you hoped.

"[Name]-chi! I found ya a job!! And they ask to meet up at a cafe nearby tomorrow!!"

You blinked, it can't be that fast right? Finding a job especially on Hifumi god know's what web cannot be that fast, there must be a catch.

"What?.."

"Is that a no?"

"No, no, Hifumi, you think its a good idea?..i mean what if its a scam o-or worst! They might kidnap me and sell me!!"

He pats your back again still with the smile on his face.

"Don't worry [Name]-chi i come with you if you're nervous!"

"Fine...we meet them tomorrow, i hope it wasnt a scam..."

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To Be Continued

[xprloki]

Some random headcanon’s for Bob that I think about quite often

Reader’s (you) gender isn’t specified, can be read as romantic or platonic! This is my first time writing and using tumblr so please don’t be a ghost reader.. if there’s anything you’d like me to write please lmk - i apologise for any spelling errors!

When Bob got anxious in the vault waiting for Ava to open the door, he stood next to you and played with the sleeves of your outfit.. which eventually led him to start fiddleingwith the bracelets on your wrist, someone important gave them to you and you almost never take them off, they are often something you fiddle with when you’re anxious too so you didn’t mind him doing that…

Now that you both are living in the watch tower together, he would often hang around you and continued to fiddle with them, especially when Walker or Alexei would start talking to him about trying to access his powers or become Sentry or Void.. Yelena would try and get them to stop, and they would after a while but he prefers fiddling with something (like he was with the Rubix cube in the attic when void took over)… and he grew attached to you. You became his comfort person, Yelena is good with her words and is always so understanding but your presence is a simple comfort for him. You don’t need to do anything, just being around you is comforting for him.

One day he after Valentina tried to get him to tap into his powers, which caused A LOT of distress for Bob, you gave him one of your bracelets and told him that if you can’t be there for whatever reason, to comfort him, he now has a part of you on his wrist, that he can fiddle with. He doesn’t tell anyone as he’s embarrassed about it, but he would like to get you a bracelet as a gift since you’re sentimental about them, and he would like you to contribute to them. You once described wearing this as “wearing your heart on your sleeve” but the people your bracelets represent are your heart.

I know what it’s like to be in a depressive state of mind, for however long. When Bob said he did the dishes, it something that he hadn’t done in a while and was very out of his comfort zone and took a lot of mental energy to complete, especially when most of it is used for battling your darkest thoughts.

So when the team was discussing the “Avengerz” name and he mentioned he did the dishes, he felt a little nervous when he didn’t get a reaction out of the team. But then there was you! You walked over to his reading corner and sat by him, telling him that you’re really proud of him and hope that he’s proud of himself. You also gave him a little shoulder nudge and told him that once there’s a quiet moment, and Alexei has stopped talking about the baby seal butts, he should tell Alexei because he’d appreciate it since Alexei doesn’t clean his dishes (Yelena told you about her visit to Alexei’s house before the vault and how there were so many dirty dishes)

Bob sometimes chews on the strings of his hoodie and you often replace the strings because they become gross and hard… he hasn’t noticed yet because it’s something he just mindlessly does

When you’re having a sleepover with him (which always involves you sleeping in the same bed because he likes the feeling of someone being next to him when he feels mentally vulnerable (he gets night terrors) - you always make sure to put the aircon on so that you two don’t overheat in bed under the covers

When you’re in bed with Bob, he likes to be the little spoon and loves feeling your breath lightly on his back or on the back of his neck. It reminds him that you’re there (sometimes for no reason, you may also give him a small kiss on his shoulder blade)

Bob also loves when he lays his head on your chest and you play with his hair… there’s just something about it that quiets his mind and gives him a sense of peace, especially with the knowledge that you don’t judge him for loving any form of physical contact.

It took Bob a while to get used to you (or anyone) touching him with kindness. A gentle shove when making a joke? He thought he did something wrong and apologised.. he eventually learnt that it was a kind gesture and he could let his guard down and appreciate the joke. When someone would approach him to put a hand on his shoulder or something like that, he’d sweat a little bit and wonder what would come after.. if it was a kind gesture and then something harsh after… something his father would do quite a lot.

The day that Bob realised he especially loved physical contact with you, was one day when you taught him a simple hand gesture.

You told him to hold your hand, and you squeezed his hand 3 times, then told him to squeeze back twice, and then you squeezed his hand for longer.

He asked what it meant and you said it meant “I love you” - “how much” - “this much”

He started initiating it with you all the time and it makes you smile every time

(That’s something someone special to me taught me and as soon as I saw thunderbolts, it made me think that if I was close to Bob, I’d teach him the hand gesture and frequently do it to reassure him I’m always there)

[bahngarang]

chapter 4.0 ☆ death of achilles

ss: 9

wc: 1,143 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

cw: mentions of food, swearing, apple slander (deserved)

these types of days were some of yn's favourite days. the slow days, when they were finishing up a paper, when they could just sit at a cafe with their noise cancelling headphones and do the final editing. the days when they could rationalise buying a few too many sweet treats because didn't they deserve a reward?

it was a little less enjoyable this time, as yn had woken up at stupid o'clock in the morning and had been unable to get back to sleep, so they were at the cafe far earlier than usual, but... it was still better than having to supervise second year students fucking around in the lab.

they had learned their lesson, and yn didn't order any caffeinated drinks, otherwise their shaky hands would have been no use with their temperamental laptop. it was, admittedly, on its last legs, but after eight years it was like their child and yn was unwilling to part with it until it was really, truly, unfixable. but that day was not today.

yn fiddled with their pochacco usb absentmindedly as they read through their paper, fixing spelling errors from the words that were evidently too scientific for autocorrect to handle, no matter how many times they put it into their personal dictionary. at this point, they'd just accepted it, and were resigned to going through the entire thing. it wasn't like it was terrible, anyway, but after seeing it almost every day for the last six months it was getting a little old.

luckily, in the midst of the slow, calm morning, fate had decided to make the day more exciting. because apparently, a calm morning was not in the cards.

it all happened so fast – someone bumped into someone else, a muffled curse, and the next second, three drinks had their contents emptied onto yn's laptop.

thankfully, yn had the presence of mind to pull the usb containing their paper out of their laptop, wiping it on their sleeve, hopefully before any damage could be done. after almost deleting their entire thesis during their bachelors degree… they weren't taking any chances. so while it would suck losing the editing, they had backups, so it wouldn't be the end of the world. but their laptop?

oh, it was not having a good time.

the screen flickered a few times, before shutting down, unprompted. and yn had a feeling that this time, it wasn't powering up again, especially with all the liquid currently seeping into the hardware through the gaps in the keyboard, and dripping off the table onto the floor as well as into yn's lap.

but, of course, that wasn't the end of it, because when yn looked up at the masked face of the person who spilled all that coffee over their laptop? seo changbin.

seo fucking changbin. of all the people in south korea, it had to be one of the eight people yn was trying so hard to avoid.

they just sat there in shock for a few seconds, staring down at their soaked laptop, before he started apologizing.

"i am so sorry-" changbin started before yn cut him off.

"it's fine," they said quickly. it wasn't fine, not really, but those words came out of their mouth on reflex.

finally, yn stood up, cringing at the feeling of their damp trousers clinging to their skin, knowing it would probably stain, and also knowing that it definitely looked like they pissed themselves now.

"oh, let me," changbin said, pulling off his jacket and tying it around their waist, covering up the worst of the spill.

both of them seemed to kick back into gear at that point, grabbing handfuls of napkins to try and mop up the liquid, to marginal degree of success. in the end they were ushered out of the cafe, leaving them standing awkwardly on the pavement outside, while yn tried to not make eye contact with the billboard showing a close up of changbin's face. it was like the universe was taunting them.

"sorry," changbin apologised again. "i could pay for the repairs, if you want…"

"you don't have to," yn replied, turning their gaze down at their shoes, and shifting their weight over to their new cane – which didn't start creaking immediately, a definite improvement from the last one. "it's pretty old. i'm not sure it can be revived another time."

"i'll buy you a new one, then."

"no, you don't have to do that," yn protested, but they got the idea that it would need a lot more to convince him not to.

"why is your laptop called achilles?" changbin asked, bemusement evident on his face.

yn shrugged. "when i was setting it up, you could name it... for, like, bluetooth or something. one of my old friends named it."

"right..." he replied, clearly not understanding.

yn laughed quietly to themselves, the conversation going quiet again as the pair walked into the electronics store. at least they had an idea of what they wanted – yn had become quite aware over the last few months that their laptop was... close to death, and had been preemptively window shopping for a new one, so they just made a beeline for the one they'd been looking at.

"not going to milk this for something more expensive? like a macbook?"

yn shot changbin a withering look. "macbooks suck. they lose battery in, like, 20 minutes, then they overheat when you charge them. the layout is awful and completely different from almost every other laptop for literally no reason and they're so expensive for what? to be unusable without a software update that makes everything worse? spare me."

changbin muffled his laugh behind his hand. "all my friends are weird about iphones, too. they're so much worse, i don't get it."

"right? i just want a good device, and apple is worse than everything else, as well as being way more expensive. the hype is completely undeserved."

"so... this one, then?" he asked, pointing at the model they were standing in front of.

yn nodded. it wasn't the best, or most expensive, but it had all the things they needed, and it weighed less than seven bricks, as minji had so aptly put it.

it didn't take long for the new laptop to be purchased, and changbin handed it over with a new litany of apologies. yn accepted it with an embarrassed smile, unable to stop the hitch in their breath as their hands brushed his.

"i, um... thank you," yn muttered out, averting their gaze. they felt the tips of their ears heat up, in a way that had nothing to do with the weather, accompanied by a sinking feeling in their gut. somehow they knew that it was going to become a lot harder to hide from their soulmates from now on.

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[elysiality]

yandere PJO! athena x demigod! darling 🗡🦉 - general hcs

!!WARNINGS!!: yandere, obsessive and stalkerish behavior, manipulation, really harsh and cruel punishments, Athena loves watching you suffer, clinginess, possessiveness, isolation, deceiving, jealousy, threats, mentions of violence, she's slightly toxic but her immortal heart is in the right place, I lied she's really toxic please don't ever get in a relationship with someone like her

pairing/s: yandere pjo!athena x demigod!darling

A/N: there wasn't enough athena content so I decided to do it myself :) also, this is my first fic and English is not my first language so I apologise for any spelling errors and such!

• you were a demigod who had somehow survived and become an adult, which now meant you had to find something to do. After the roman camp, camp Jupiter and your own camp; camp half-blood had made peace, the older campers from your camp had started going to the college in camp Jupiter. You were bored and decided that it wouldn't hurt to go to college and find something to do after the war against Gaia

• so you started studying harder in the mortal school you went to, preparing to apply to the college. it was a little hard to concentrate, with all the monsters attracted to your scent who had decided that you would make quite the tasty demigod snack and all the jobless mortals who somehow didn't find the time to grow up and instead decided to make your life as hard as possible

• you decided to drop out and study on your own instead, knowing that there was an option to take an entrance exam instead, something you found out from Chiron during an orientation Mr. D reluctantly conducted after mixing several ounces of wine into his diet coke

• to make your task easier, you went to the smartest people you knew; the athena campers, to help you study and of course they were more than happy to. And so, the daily visits to their cabin began

• and that, is when you caught the eye of the very goddess of wisdom and war who the cabin was dedicated to; Athena herself

• at first, she didn't think much of you, just another demigod in her cabin, probably to consult with one of her children, quite a common occurrence, considering how smart her children were, a trait they got from their mother

• but as you started to visit her cabin more and more frequently, she couldn't help but pay attention to you. to her surprise, you wouldn't leave her mind. you always occupied her thoughts and she found herself unable to concentrate

• at first she dismissed it, she always had mortals and demigods alike peak her interest but they faded eventually

• however, no matter how hard she tried, she found herself watching you for hours, learning everything about you and observing your smallest habits

• once she learned about your ambition to go to college and the reason why you visited her cabin, she used her powers to encourage you to focus, allowing your brain to learn easier and faster

• when she couldn't take the unhealthy way you invaded her thoughts anymore, she decided to act on it. she visited her demigod children in their dreams and told them to act as if she was a regular demigod when she showed up at camp. her children, confused but unable to derive their mother's true intentions and wanting to please her, agreed

• the next day, a well dressed yet stand offish girl, about your age, with stunningly intelligent gray eyes approached you outside your cabin and asked you to accompany her and show her around. you were a little stunned since you weren't popular or well known enough in camp to be actively sought out but agreed and started showing the mysterious girl around

• once you finished, she was claimed by athena and you lead her to Cabin 6. you found it odd how everyone in the cabin seemed to stress about her and flinch as if she was liable to burst into flames at any moment but you dismissed it.

• after all, even you felt the very clear aura radiating about the strange girl, the way she talked as if she was much much older and mature than she let on and the pure air of intelligence that seemed to hang about her, the way her piercing gray eyes seemed to calculate every move you made and how her thoughts seemed universes ahead, beyond human comprehension

• she made you lightly uneasy but you soon found out she was the only one who truly understood how your brain worked. with her, your studies went better than you could have ever imagined and you finished your work effortlessly with her. the athena campers however, still seemed jumpy around her, particularly Annabeth, the head counsellor and one of the seven to save the world against Gaia

• you dismissed it again, choosing to turn a blind eye to the girl who had caught your heart. it was almost impossible not to fall for her, the way she made you laugh just with her brutally honest yet knowledgeable words, the way her beautiful gray eyes picked up on every thought that passed in your head and the way she noticed and admired all your little mannerisms

• this girl was, of course, Athena in disguise, choosing to make you fall in love as an ordinary demigod as she knew that claiming you as hers would be a much easier task if your heart was already hers

• once she was positive that she had you wrapped around her finger, she immediately revealed her true form and confessed boldly to you and of course you accepted, mostly out of fear of what would happen to you if you rejected a goddess, not to mention one of the most powerful ones

• Athena, being the goddess of wisdom, is the smartest of the yandere gods. Once she has you, she won't make you immortal like other gods would, instead, she binds your life force to hers, which allows you to function as an immortal but feel pain like a mortal

• she loves using this against you for punishment and her most common punishments are letting you teeter on the brink of death while you suffer in pain and misery

• she's a paranoid goddess and keeps you far far away from the other Olympians. She knows that the minor gods are too terrified to try to cross her or even look in your direction so she doesn't worry about them. She's mostly worried that someone (*cough cough* aphrodite *cough cough*) will take your heart and the casualties of the wars that would follow would have a devasting effect on your mental health

• she only trusts Hestia and occasionally, Artemis with you

• Hestia because she would probably love and take care of you like a daughter in her hearth and Artemis because she would be too busy to pay enough attention to you for you to fall for her, only giving her attention to make sure you were alive and in one piece

• she will also sometimes drop you off at her cabin in camp half-blood, partially so you can reunite with your friends and visit the camp which had been your home for so long and partially so that her children can keep an eye on you

• she warns her children not to let you out of their sight and as a result, you are constantly tailed by atleast 2 of the cabin 6 campers, eager to please their difficult mother and earn her favor

• anyone who hurts you or dares to fall for you is in for a nasty fate

• Athena may not have as much power as Zeus or as much time to craft her punishments like Hera but being the goddess of wisdom and war comes with the additional perks of being able to think up one of the most horrible punishments ever known in a matter of rage filled seconds so most of the campers tend to stay out of your way, which is both depressing and a relief

• she wants you to be the perfect partner for her, someone gullible and dependant so she'll break you with no remorse or hesitation, knowing that you'll imerge from the trauma as her perfect lover

• if your godly parent dares to try to help you escape, she will find out and she will make sure you regret ever getting the ridiculous thought of leaving her

• if your godly parent is a minor god, they wouldn't dare help you, even if they feel pity for you or anger at Athena. She is not a force to be reckoned with and with love influencing her moves, she will make sure they wish they never even tried

• if your godly parent is one of the olympians, they would probably be more defiant and against your relationship but they would still be too scared to try to act too much on it. Athena is a ruthless goddess and though the most rational, for you, she would willingly start a war without caring for the casualties. They may try to help you escape but Athena is always several thoughts ahead. No matter which scenario, which plan, she's already thought about it and prepared for it accordingly, even preparing the horrifying punishment she will inflict upon you for going along with it

• she loves to use the powers you got from your godly parents against you, just to show you how helpless you are even in your own parent's domain

• her child of Hephaestus s/o was sent a bunch of material and celestial bronze by their father so that they can build something to help them escape? she will personally use those very materials to craft the most terrifying monster she can think of at that moment and let you fight it till you almost die from exhaustion, your only weapon a sword made of celestial bronze while she watches with cruel amusement as you scurry about like a rat in a maze

• oh you're a child of Poseidon who was visited by Poseidon in their dreams and advised on how to best use their powers to escape into their father's territory and claim his protection? she will drag you by your hair to the Underworld and throw you into river Styx and let you dissolve and drown in as you pointlessly fight for breath in what should be your area of expertise, your brain in too much pain and too panicked to think straight, until she's thinks you've learnt your lesson

• Athena has already memorized all your habits and routines. she knows everything about you and will instantly notice if even the slightest thing changes. Thats when she goes on panic mode and isolates you completely, not letting you see anyone but herself and spending time with you until she's convinced you've gotten all other thoughts but her out of your mind

• in short, if you want life to be as easy as you can possibly have it when your fate is entangled with an immortal, you should give in to her completely and as soon as possible which would make life a lot less painful for both you and her

• on a softer note, Athena is very proud of you and shows you off to everyone she possibly can once she decides you're too deeply in love with her to ever fall for anyone else

• she's your number 1 supporter and loves watching you work on your hobbies, praising everything and giving as much helpful criticism as she can

• she'd be delighted if one of your hobbies was also one of hers, such as reading or weaving and loves quietly reading to you in her calm, deep yet soothing voice while you play with her hair or weaving you the most gorgeous tapestries of you to make you feel as confident about your self as she can

• she knows exactly what to do to cheer you up and knows enough about you to know what you need through all your emotions which means that she's always comforting to talk to when you're going through difficulties. she's an amazing listener and will quietly listen to your problems and advise you on the best ways to deal with them

• she can easily make you laugh or cry with her words, her knowledge of you letting her know what evokes emotions in you and what doesn't which allows her to manipulate your emotions with ease, letting her twist you into whatever she wants

• Athena has never been a touchy-feely kind of goddess, nor has she ever wanted it. that is, until she met you, of course.

• she is surprisingly clingy and attached to you and definitely has separation anxiety. she loves having you touch her, the contact alone is enough to make her shudder in happiness and relief

• she feels like your affection is a drug she's addicted to and as a result, she's very needy, demanding that you go everywhere with her and will always have her hand around some part of you, making sure everyone knows who's you are while satisfying her need for your touch

• she may decide to immortalize your closest friends and family if you really desperately ask beg for her to and if you behave well for her

• however, from then on, her neediness increases tenfold. she believes that since she's done you such a huge favor by allowing you to have your loved ones coexist and keep you company for eternity, you should always be ready to drop everything and come running to her when she feels like she wants or needs it

• doesn't really care about the possibility of one of your friends falling for you, she knows both of you will be too scared to ever act on it and if it goes too far, she always has the cruelest punishments prepared for both of you, a message that comes across plain and simple: don't take what's hers.

• she could quietly stare at you and study you for HOURS because no matter what you're doing, she finds you to be the most gorgeous and fascinating person on the earth, a creature so perfect, they managed to catch the attention of the goddess who always believed that she was completely immune to the magic of love, someone who relied on rational thought rather than feelings

• every time she looks at aphrodite, all she sees is you <3

• well you if you were a self absorbed, cunning, well dressed, 7 foot tall goddess

• the point is, she loves you, she has never and will never love anyone like she loves you and you will be her pride and joy, always by her side, till the end of time, living with her and loving her till existence itself crumbles to dust.

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A/N: heyyy, so this turned out longer than I thought it would but the amount of ideas I kept getting made it kinda impossible not to add but yea :) I hope you enjoyed!

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occupied // sam kerr

summary; in which, sam recognises the hotel housekeepers face, and when she walks in on sam in a compromised position, she sees if she fancies giving her a helping hand.

warnings; cocky!sam, dom!sam, sub!reader, oral, fingering, spitting, finger gagging, language, strap ons, penatrative sex, multiple orgasms, i think that's it lol. this hasnt been proofread so i apologise for spelling errors/things not making sense. i got very overwhelmed at the end of this and i just wanted to get it out. thank u to @landopeaches for being my hypewoman every single time x

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as you pushed your trolley down the hall, you noticed how quiet it was, with most of the guests still sleeping, and while you wished you were still sleeping, your shift had just begun.

your job was inarguably one of the most boring, mundane jobs in the world, but the money was enough to keep you afloat and if any relitively nice or unused clothes, jewelry or cosmetics were left in rooms, you normally kept them for yourself which was really the only bonus. that, and you got free use of the bar, pool, gym and sauna.

most people that stayed in the hotel would have a paper hanger on the door if they were still using their room, whether they were there or not, although some rooms were just luck of the draw. you could swing open that door and wouldn't know whether you'd see a dead body or a couple going at it, although it was entertaining regardless.

room 724 didn't have a hanger on it's door, and so you figured you'd at least try it. regardless of whether somebody was in there or not, they'd probably be sleeping, or be down at breakfast, or in the gym round the corner. at least, that's what you thought.

oh, how wrong you were.

"oh, f-fuck."

sam's fingers were shaking as she pushed her shorts down her legs with one hand while the other stayed tucked into her underwear. she wasn't sure what came over her that morning, maybe it was the newfound freedom of single life, or the strap-on and toys she had sitting on the shelf in front of her that filled her head with past memories, or the pretty girl she saw at the pool the day before who she hadn't been able to stop thinking about.

it didn't matter in the long run, not really. she was horny and she was desperate for an orgasm.

her fingers brushed her clit multiple times in quick succession and she pulled a lip between her teeth. she wasn't sure why she felt as if she had to be quiet, she'd fucked many different women in this hotel and hadn't had any complaints from her neighbours when they walked out with shaky legs after screaming repeatedly for a few hours.

if the walls were thick enough for her to fuck screamers, they were thick enough for her to sort herself out.

"fuckin' hell," she breathed, allowing her fingers to slip through her own folds and feel herself up. her breath continued to shake, and a moan left her lips when she added another finger to the pressure on her clit.

her free hand felt a bit left out - sam wasn't really one for stimulating her own chest, she normally had a pretty girl on top of her that she could easily slide up onto her face high enough to suck one of her nipples into her mouth and feel the slick of their pussy grinding on her stomach. just the image of that alone sparked a fire inside of sam's body, and her fingers picked up the pace at the thought.

"mhm, o-oh, god," she whimpered, bucking her hips up into her hand and admiring the reflection of her muscles flexing in the mirror beside the bed. "can't cum yet, no matter how good i am."

at least she made herself laugh.

she was really finding her groove, and getting into the rhythm of her fingers, so much so that she didn't even hear the door latch unlocking.

at first, you didn't hear the moaning or the slight creak of the bed, and in a way, you're glad you didn't. she was the hot girl from the pool you'd been eyeing up yesterday. you continued to walk through, only to find her with her shorts round her ankles and her hand in her pants. she was shirtless, completely naked from the waist up and it made your mind spiral.

she still looked as if she'd not been awake very long, her hair still scruffy in a low ponytail and her cheeks and eyes still slightly puffy from sleep, and a glass of water sat untouched on the bedside table along with a mobile phone.

it impressed you that she could get off with just her imagination.

you were so bewildered by the sight in front of you it was as if your feet were glued to the ground, you couldn't move from that spot. even when she noticed you, standing their in your maid outfit. she thought it was a joke, that the people in the rooms next door had heard her moans, and sent up an escort knowing she was alone in the room. that was, until she saw the hotel's name embroidered into the top of the dress.

"oh, uh, s-sorry, i'll... i'll come back later."

at first, she was confused, almost agitated that the housekeeper had come in and interrupted her, and she almost, very nearly, pulled her hand from her underwear and phoned down to reception. that was, until she recognised your face.

the pretty girl from the pool. the one she couldn't stop thinking of. the one she envisioned on top of her, leaving a wet, sticky patch on her skin. she smirked.

"no, you're alright, darlin'," she shifted, her hand still in her pants and brushing against her clit as she moved, "you're the girl from the pool, yeah?"

"uh.. yeah. from yesterday."

"and is this a set up? are you an escort or something? or do you actually work here?"

"well, judging by that," you gestured to the cleaning cart down the side of the room, blocking the entrance, "i'd say i work here."

"great, i don't have to ask you to lock the door behind you then."

your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at her, confused. "i beg your pardon?"

she pulled her hand from her underwear and sucked a finger into her mouth, tasting herself on her fingertips. you couldn't deny the sight before you was already sending heat to your pussy, and you also couldn't deny that she was one of the hottest girls you'd ever laid eyes on.

"help me out, love," she said, so simply, so effortlessly, so desperately, before taking the same finger back into her mouth. "give me a couple of orgasms and i'll give you a pretty good tip."

you hummed, thinking over her offer. "what's in it for me?"

"i just told you," she pushed her legs open further and your head began to spin, "a pretty good tip."

silence fell among you both for a minute as you pondered the offer again. a pretty good tip in her words could've been ten percent or it could've been fifty. or, if your mouth was as good as you knew it was, who knows? maybe you could negotiate the offer.

"if the tips not good enough for you," you expected her to throw the offer away, telling you to forget it if her offer wasn't to your liking, "then i'll fuck you, make you cry, give you a shag that'll be enough to have you desperate for more of me."

"sounds like you're begging."

"do you want to take up the offer or not?"

silence fell again, and for a moment she expected you to turn and run, and you did turn; but to look at her collection of toys on the shelf. she smirked when you bent down slightly to inspect them further, plus, it meant she got to see your arse.

"so, i give you a couple of orgasms, you'll give me a pretty good tip," you hummed, and pulled a dildo from her collection, "and you'll fuck me with this one, how does that sound?"

she smirked and sucked another one of her fingers into her mouth. she knew your answer was yes when you started to pull your apron from the back of your dress, and she watched it fall to the floor.

"it sounds excellent, darlin'," she hummed, "but what doesn't sound good is this little attitude you've got. you're here to help me out, not the other way around. no orgasm, no fuck. understand?"

your underwear were soaked through by this point, and you nodded.

"need to hear you say it, darling."

"i-i understand."

"good," she pulled her finger from her mouth with a pop, "c'mon then, get your dress off, show me those pretty tits and get up on the bed."

you did as she asked, slipping the dress off over your head and taking your bra with it, leaving you stripped to just your underwear, small heeled black shoes and suspenders, which, of course, she wanted you to keep on.

she rested her back against the headboard and you didn't waste any time, your lips immediately pressing into her thighs. she halted your movements for a second and shifted across the bed, in which you followed. at the time, you weren't sure why but you later found out that it was so she could look at the reflection of your behind in the mirror.

she pressed her hand to your jawbone and you looked up at her, "sam, by the way, remember that for later," she shot you a smirk, "and i didn't see the badge on your name because i was too eager to see your tits."

"y/n." you replied, purposely arching your back lower so that she could get a better view in the mirror.

your lips gravitated back towards her inner thighs, your fingers grazing the line of her underwear. she was clearly not in the mood to be teased judging by her hand on your head and her agitated tension, and you wanted a fuck so you stopped.

but, not completely.

your tongue grazed her clit through the soft material of her pants, making an immediate wet patch and she jolted back. your hands pushed at her thighs and spread them apart further so you had enough space to work your magic.

a moan left her lips at your messy, spit covered face. her underwear was completely soaked with your spit, and she rolled her eyes back into her head when you pulled at the material between your fingers and watched as it split in two, leaving enough room down the middle for you to do what you had to do.

"covered in spit already, babe, hm?"

you nodded, a slight hum noise coming from your mouth and reverberating around her vagina, making her squirm underneath you. immediately, she couldn't figure out whether she regretted her decision on fucking you, or whether she thought it was the best thing she'd ever conjured up.

either way, her orgasm was fast approaching.

you hadn't eaten pussy for a while and your jaw was beginning to ache, but you weren't prepared to give up now. one hand slipped between your body and hers, and you spread her lips apart giving yourself more room to work with, and she moaned again, much louder this time.

"gonna make me cum, darlin'."

"already? god, you really were desperate, weren't you, hm?"

"three strikes and you're walking back to reception without your clothes on, y/n," she leaned over your body and slapped your arse, it was loud and the sound ricocheted around the room, leaving a harsh, bright red sting. "that's strike one. don't make me slap you again."

you moaned against her pussy and the vibration rippled through her body and you could feel the muscles of her pubic bone, thighs and stomach all tensing against your skin, and you smirked against her pussy as you continued to eat her out, purposely making your movements loud and sloppy so she could hear them reverberating around her ears for months to come.

"oh, fuck," she cursed, a hand flying to your hair and bunching it in a ponytail, "i'm gonna.. oh, fuck, you're gonna make me-"

"cum for me, sam."

"fuck," she hissed, her hips grinding down on your face as her orgasm rippled over her body, her stomach muscles involuntarily convulsing as her body reeled from the effects of her long awaited orgasm. "oh, jesus christ."

she pulled your head up and admired your skin, glistening with her juices and it was an image that was forever engraved in her brain. she leaned down and carefully, delicately kissed your lips, so as not to ruin the masterpiece her body had made across your face.

you hummed when she pulled away, and followed her lips back up to the pillows, where you instinctively pressed your lips back up against hers and slipped your tongue into her mouth. she allowed the experience, and brought a hand up to the base of your neck where she applied light pressure.

her tongue slipped between your mouth and for a minute you thought about biting her lip and silently scolding her for the move, but you only had two strikes left and the wet patch in your underwear was threatening to seep onto the bedsheets any minute.

you moaned at the pressure on your neck combined with the touch of her tongue on yours and she smirked against your lips, desperate to pull more of the noise from your body. you pulled away first, in desperate need to take a breath.

"lay down, sam," you sucked on the space of skin just below her ear, your words igniting a fire inside her body, "i wanna make you cum again."

she was so used to being the one on top, the one who made other girls feel good that this was a nice surprise. although, the pair of you knew that she was the one in charge, not the other way around.

she laid herself back down, and you immediately cocooned your body around one side of hers, your naked chest resting on her arm and one leg draped over hers as you pushed her muscular calves apart with your foot. your head buried itself in the crook of her neck and you sucked yet another spot under her neck, allowing a bruise to bloom under your teeth.

she moaned breathily, and your hand lowered itself over her exceptionally toned body, travelling lower until your delicate hand was hovering over her tanned skin, the angle of your hand accentuating the v-line leading down to her pubic bone and it made your clit twitch.

your lips trailed down to her collarbone, and slowly and softly, you started to suck on the skin of her chest. she shifted slightly, adjusting to the feeling of your lips edging closer and closer to her nipple, while your fingers carefully brushed against her clit.

she whimpered, but you shushed her with a soft coo, and carried on with your movements. her pussy was wet, coating your fingers in her own lubricant that made it much easier to explore, while your tongue carefully circled a nipple and it left her reeling.

"f-fuck, oh my god," she groaned, her muscles already shaking and tensing out of sheer pleasure, "feels so good, baby, don't stop."

you hummed, and instinctively bucked your hips into her thigh so she could get an insight into how wet your pussy was too, and it made her chuckle softly.

"so wet for each other, aren't we baby?" she spoke softly, "want me to touch your clit too?"

you nodded slightly too eagerly, with her nipple in your mouth, and she shifted her arm so it was stretched just enough to be able to brush your clit every few moments. you wanted more, so much more, but you knew to be grateful rather than greedy if you still wanted your fuck.

as soon as her finger circled your clit, you let out a big whimpery moan, desperate for more, but then she pinched your bum with her free hand and you knew you had to carry on. her hips began to buck when you sped up the movement of your fingers, adding a second to the pressure point on her clit that left her reeling for more.

you knew she wouldn't be long, and you were desperate to get it over with so you could get your kicks, while also wanting her to enjoy the experience and have it leave a lingering impact.

her breathing laboured as you sucked the other nipple into your mouth, and weaved your free hand between your bodies so you could stimulate her other one at the same time, so she had everything going on all at once that was enough to overstimulate her and give her exactly what she wanted all at once.

she started to grind down on your fingers, much like she did with your face, and her free hand grabbed your wrist and held it flush against her body.

"want me to cum again, hm, baby?"

you nodded, a gasp escaping your lips as she added another finger to the pressure on your clit, mirroring what you'd done to her. "y-yes," you choked, "cum all over my hand, p-please."

the sound of your broken voice, the whimpers tumbling from your lips, she found it all too much and couldn't help herself when her second orgasm rippled through her body. she practically growled, her body igniting in flames.

she looked hot underneath you, your eyes scanning over her body with eagerness as her orgasm rocked through her. you pulled a lip between your teeth and watched with admirable eyes right up until the aftershocks of her orgasm faded away.

"hey," she laughed, "you're good at that, aren't you, darlin'?"

"not just a pretty face, sam."

"no, you most certainly are not," she spun around so she was on her side, and allowed you to fall to your back against the mattress, "i wonder if your pussy is as pretty as your face, hm?"

she slid your pants down your thighs until they pooled at your ankles, and she admired the glisten of your wet pussy that shone in the sunlight, and didn't waste any time in getting a taste of you.

"oh... oh my.... s-sam, you're..."

"i'm a woman of my word, babe," she pulled away from your pussy and kissed across the inside of your thighs, "i'll fuck you, i will, but i just need to open you up first, hm? make sure you're nice and wet for my cock, darling."

you nodded, wriggling around on the bed until she stilled you. the anticipation was agonizing. she stilled you with a hand over your stomach, and her tongue moved back to circle your clit, the fingers from her other hand trailing around the lips of your pussy.

you were desperate, aching for the feeling of her fingers inside of you, and so repeatedly teased with circles around your hole, until eventually she slipped them in. one, at first, gently stretching you out with an expert finger.

this was in fact, not her first rodeo.

"tastes so sweet baby, you wanna taste?"

"mhm, please," you hummed.

sam's fingers pressed in and out of you, in and out, in and out, until she gathered enough of your wetness, and you opened your mouth thinking she was going to stick her fingers on your tongue. only she didn't, she licked her own fingers clean and you sat there with furrowed brows until her body drew closer to yours.

she pried open your jaw and spat your juices into your own mouth which left you spiraling. she held your mouth open and let your tongue hang out over your lip, and she continued to spit into your mouth until your tongue was covered in her own saliva.

"what a pretty little spit painted picture you are, y/n," she teased before her fingers slid down your throat and gagged you. you choked around her fingers and instinctively grabbed her wrist, "you got a safeword in mind?"

you nodded and she carried on, her fingers sliding down your throat until the muscles contracted and you gagged, spluttering and coughing when her hand pulled its way back out. her lips pressed against yours in a sloppy, wet kiss and her still-wet fingers slid between your folds and they slid inside you so much easier now.

"oh, f-fuck, sam, y-you feel so... your fingers..."

she smirked, that was the kind of moaning she was used to.

her thumb rubbed your clit aggressively and her fingers continued to curl in and out of your pussy so to stretch you out, getting you ready for her cock.

your whimpers and moans were enough to send her into overdrive, and she knew she couldn't handle it much longer. she pulled her fingers out of you and pulled her lips away from yours, and you lay there, fucked out, when she'd barely even touched you.

"keep playing with your pussy while i do this, babe," she rolled her eyes when you mewled at the loss of contact and pinched your cheeks together, "or else you're getting fucking nothing."

"o-okay."

you did as she said and pressed two fingers against your clit, carefully applying pressure that made your head spin. you watched sam get up from the bed and immediately pull her legs through the harness on the shelf. you couldn't help but squirm and moan as you watched her from behind, the view of her front in the mirror as she looped the loops so effortlessly.

"you okay there, baby?"

"i... fuck, i need you so bad, sam."

she turned over her shoulder to watch you as her hands continued to loop the loops and tie the knots, and she smirked. "i know, baby, i know," she grabbed the dildo from the bed, "my cock's almost ready for you, isn't it, darling? hm? you keeping your pussy nice and wet for daddy?"

you froze. just for a moment. at the word she'd given herself, unsure what to make of the situation. and then a moan tumbled from your lips. it was hot, really.

"y-yeah, daddy."

"good girl," she turned around once the dildo was secured, and grabbed the lube from the many different trinkets on her shelf and moved over to the bed, "show me your pussy, baby."

your hands spread your pussy apart right in front of her, allowing her full access. she pumped lube into her hand and spread it all across the base of her cock - not that she really needed it, you were already wet enough, but she just liked to put on a show.

she crawled up the bed on her knees to you until she was kneeling between your legs, and in your desperation you hooked your legs around hers and pulled her in. she chuckled at your eagerness.

your breathing was laboured as you watched her balancing herself on her knees and getting into a comfortable position. she guided her dick to your wet folds and allowed herself to tease you, just for a minute, and her lips locked into yours as she slid inside of you.

immediately, you gasped as every inch slid inside of you piece by piece. "oh, oh, fuck," you whined, "i knew you'd have insane dick game."

her hands spread your thighs apart further, and her strokes became deeper as she fought to hit every spot. you couldn't stop the whines and whimpers that escaped your lips, tumbling out of your mouth with every turn.

your legs wrapped around her waist, leaving her body flush against yours and trapping her in so she had to finish the job she'd promised. your bodies were slick with sweat, and it was arguably some of the best sex you'd ever had.

"your pussy is so fucking wet, y/n," she grunted, pulling out all the way and rubbing the tip of her cock along your clit, before pushing back in, "and yet it's still so fucking tight."

you nodded, moaning deliriously as she hooked one of your legs over her shoulder, allowing the stretch to become deeper, harder, stronger.

"it's still a pussy that was made for you, daddy," you breathed, wrapping an arm around her neck and pulling her down to your lips, "don't you agree?"

sam made a noise akin to a growl, her teeth coming into contact with your bottom lip, biting and tugging on the flesh as if it were her own to play with.

"yeah," she grunted, "my perfect little pussy."

you moaned, raising your back up off the bed and pressing your chest up against hers. her fingers drew messy circles around your clit and you began clenching around her cock, the butterflies in your stomach beginning to swarm.

"sam... 'm gonna, i don't think i..."

"surely you're not going to cum already, darling? i haven't even turned you over yet."

with that, sam pulled out and spun you around, your head pressed into the pillows. she moved you how she wanted you, her perfectly eager little doll, with your arms up on your back and your arse up in the air, giving her leverage to grip your arms as she fucked you full force.

one hand gripped your wrists, while the other spread apart your cheeks as best she could, and as you felt a dribble of spit travelling down from your bum to your pussy you whined and writhed.

"stop being so dramatic, darling," she pinched your bum, "please just let me fuck you."

your words jumbled in the pillowcase and sam didn't have the patience to stop and ask you what it was. she wanted to see you cumming and she wanted to be the one to do it. her thrusts were rapid, the consistent rhythm making you dizzy, and you didn't think you'd be able to keep your composure for much longer.

"sam... s-sam, please, i-i can't..."

"what do you want, pretty girl? hm? you gonna tell me?"

"i... i need to... please let me cum," you struggled with your words through the relentless thrusting of her hips but you were teetering on the edge and you physically couldn't hold it much longer. "please."

your pussy clenched around her dick and she knew you wouldn't last much longer, "seeing as you asked so nicely, my darling, why don't you cum all over my cock."

your hands gripped at nothing, and you'd be left with the sting of your fingernails digging into your skin for hours to come, but you didn't really care in that moment. sam continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her mind reeling as you practically exploded all over her.

every moan and whimper you had rolled into one and your words became incoherent from just before your orgasm hit you, to until you'd ridden it out.

sam pulled her cock out of your pussy and it was followed by a little trickle of juices, which she immediately bent down to lick up. you shuddered and instinctively moved your body away, and she noticed this, patting you on the leg softly.

"i'm still here, until next wednesday," she said after a few minutes of silence, sliding some shorts on over her strap-on, "i was just wondering if you fancied doing this again?"

"gonna tip me every time? seeing as you think i'm an escort," you both laughed and she handed you your clothes as you sat round the side of the bed, "no, that would be nice. but, maybe not while i'm working."

she smirked. "what time does your shift finish?"

"probably about one thirty, providing i don't get fired."

"don't worry," she threw a shirt on over her head, "i'll make sure to give you a glowing review."

[justanothermemestrider]

40k Sfw Alphabet: Perturabo

As per the poll, Peter T is next for the alphabet series! I have a particular and peculiar soft spot for this man. I don't fully understand why, but it did make writing this one a lot of fun.

I apologise for any spelling errors, ooc moments and grammatical mistakes. If you guys have any requests for future headcanons or fics, please send them thru!

Otherwise, please enjoy :)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Showing affection does not come easily to Perturabo, but that does not make him an unaffectionate person. All his life, he's been starved of unconditional compassion, and that has hardened his heart. But beneath all of that is a man who craves affection. Perty may not be willing to admit it to himself, but that doesn't stop it from being true. And when you suddenly. come along, showing him that yes, there are people in this world who can and will love him for him, not for how he might serve them, those walls around his heart will begin to erode.

After that, Perty will show his affection for you through gifts and acts of service. You will never be left wanting for anything, and often you will return to your shared home to find a new ornament, music box, fidget toy or other such trinket left out for you. Handcrafted by your husband to assure you that, while he struggles with words and physical touch, he loves you in his own way.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Have you guys seen those memes on Instagram and/or tiktok about the mean-girl-who's-actually-a-girl's-girl? You know, someone who looks and acts all mean and judgy, but in a pinch will absolutely step up to help a friend in need? I see Perturabo being that kind of best friend.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Perty doesn't like cuddling but for your sake he will... tolerate it. He might grumble and complain, but he'd never deny you. When you do cuddle, he's a big spoon all the way, holding you from behind or lift you up onto his chest, resting his arms around you like weighted blankets. Secretly, he craves physical touch, but he's way too prideful to ever admit it.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Perturabo's biggest want in life is to be seen as something other than a war machine. He wants to build what he wants, to live how he wants, and he wants to do so without judgement. So, absolutely, I can see Perty wanting to settle down. Eventually, he wants a calm, peaceful life where he can build toys instead of tanks and playhouses instead of siege weapons.

Also, he would be a fantastic house husband. So long as you show him the right amount of appreciation for what he does, he would love nothing more than to stay at home, build his contraptions and be left to do his own thing. Side note: if you were the bread winner of the pairing, Perty's pride might be hurt on instinct, but I could see him getting over it. He would see that your going out and earning a living for your both gives him the time he needs for all the little projects he's been wanting to work on.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Yikes. I mean, there are definately worse 40k characters to break up with, but Perty is definately up there. Expect a lot of shouting, a lot of insults and so, so much pettiness. It's not because he actually means any of it, though: it's all to cover up how heart broken he is.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Perturabo is absolutely lives by commitment, and this extends to your relationship. Once he's squared enough of his demons away to understand that he loves you, he's never going to want to let you go. Your engagement ring will be the finest, most intricate piece of jewelry ever crafted by a human hand, as would be your wedding bands, dress and veil. In a compete reversal of tradition, Perty would demand to take full charge of planning the wedding. The stress of trying to ensure that everything will be perfect, though, would have the poor man ripping the cables out of his scalp, so be prepared to give him ample moral support.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Contrary to popular belief, and his own exterior persona, Perturabo is surprisingly good at being gentle. It's doesn't come naturally: particularly with the emotional side of things, he has to make a concerted effort. But like everything he does, when Perty puts his mind to something, he is always staggeringly competent at it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Much like cuddles, Perty doesn't like hugs, but for your sake he will tolerate them. And if he can see that you are upset, ill or otherwise under the weather, he will initiate the embrace in order to comfort you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not very fast. Not very fast at all. I do think that, eventually, he would muster up the courage to say it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

In my humble opinion, Perturabo is the most jealous of the primarchs. And this is because he's easily the most insecure. Any indication that another man might MIGHT be interested in you, Perty is spiralling. In these moments, he will be angry, not at you mind you, but rather the offending male. He will need your every reassurance and bit of praise.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

At first, Perturabo's kisses are stiff and mechanical. He doesn't really know what he's doing, and such intimate physical touch makes him feel awkward and uncomfortable. Once he gets over that, though, his kisses become hard, aggressive and overpowering. They'll make your jaw ache and lips swell up.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Terrible at interacting with children, absolutely unrivalled at making the things that children like or need. Toys, cribs, cradles, mobiles, walkers and everything in between, Perturabo can and enjoys to make.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Perturabo is almost never in bed when you wake up. He's always up early so as to get ahead of his work. When you eventually get up, though, you'll usually find a plate of freshly-made breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Perturabo rarely sleeps first- you'll be already half asleep by the time he finally makes it to bed. It's during these late night moments, when he is feeling tired, peaceful and a little horny, that he is the most physically affectionate. He will kiss your neck, pull you into his chest and simply enjoy the feel of your body and your energy.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Perturabo is far from keen to reveal things about himself to you. The surface level things, sure, but anything deeper than where he lives and what he likes to do in his spare time, he's more than hesitant to share. This is for two reasons: one, his past is a dark thing, not a lot there that he likes to relive. And two, many of the things he's done in the past, he is ashamed of, and he has a lot of regrets. With his insecurities already being neck-high, he can't bear the thought of you knowing about them, lest you think less of him or even decide he is not worth your love.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Perturabo's temper has an infamously short fuse, and that doesn't change when he's with you. If he's stressed, tired or pissed off, it's gonna be your problem as much as his. Just don't take it to heart because it's not your fault. It's never your fault. And if he says something that might insinuate that, he will make it up to you with a special gift or gesture (he's not yet mature enough to say sorry, so he's gotta show it).

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Perturabo is as detail orientated a person as you could get. Therefore, he remembers everything about you. Even the weirdest, most mundane things. Like the way you tend to hold a knife and fork. How long exactly you tend to brush your teeth for. Random stuff like that, he just remembers. His knowledge of your habits and quirks is near-encyclopedic.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I know this is the sfw alphabet, but for this one I gotta say it's the first time you two shared a bed. It was Perry's first time, and let me tell you, it changed him. And it was thanks to the clarity and peacefulness of the afterglow that he was able to finally admit to himself (and to you) that yes, he does in fact love you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Perturabo is hyper protective. Partially out of jealousy, partially out of fear for your safety. You are literally the only good thing that's even happened to him. You're the one person who has given him the affection, validation and appreciation that he has needed ever since he was a little boy. If anything happened to you... Perturabo can't even bear to think about it.

As for Perty himself, he needs you to protect his heart. Specifically, his self esteem and his self worth. He won't ever ask for it, but you'll be able to tell when he needs a kind word or loving touch.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

All of these fall under acts of service. Therefore, Perturabo excels at all of them.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I think all of Perturabo's problems can be catagorized as a lack of emotional maturity and a very damaged, weakened sense of self worth. His relationship with you forces him to become self aware of these issues, but it is a monumentous task overcoming them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not really at all. Perturabo cares only for functionality, not fashion.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yup. See P for some elaboration as to why.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Perty talks in his sleep. Soft little mumblings and coos that are entirely incoherent and totally, utterly cute. He doesn't even know he does it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Honestly? Perty wouldn't like being with someone who reminded him of him. He needs an opposite; someone who balances him out rather than matches him. If it wasn't that, then the relationship would crumble under the weight of bad tempers, insecurity and emotional deregulation.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Perturabo's sleep schedule is almost non existent. Seriously the man hardly sleeps at all. Often times, when night time rolls around and it's time for you to go to sleep, he'll lift you into his lap and let you sleep there, pressed back against his chest or curled up on your side using his arm as a pillow, while he continues working on whatever pet project he's got going at that moment.

Taglist: @solspina @beckyninja @egrets-not-regrets @wolf-feathers12 @jaghatai-khock @lemon-russ @moodymisty

[maybeacloud]

Only The Good Die Young || E. Bridgerton

Summary: Fem!reader is staying with the Bridgertons for the social season and decides to confront Eloise about her feelings.

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: None

<A/N> This is the first piece of fanfiction I have shared with anyone so it might be a bit rough, but if you have any feedback don’t be afraid to comment! Also, English isn’t my first language, sorry about any spelling errors :P

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It was already past dark and most of the Bridgerton household had retired for the night. Only one person remained, curled up on a small sofa in the drawing room, her nose buried deep in a book. You could not help but stare. You were not sure you could ever get enough of it. Eloise’s hair, which had previously been pinned up, now hung loose around her face, and a burning candle cast a gentle light on her face.

You walked up to her, drawing her attention away from the yellowed parchment. “May I speak to you about something?” You said hesitantly, suddenly too nervous to meet her gaze.

She laughed “Of course you may. You can always come to me.” Her smile was as warm as always, and her eyes looked like deep blue waters in the flickering candlelight. You suddenly felt hot, as if you skin was burning, and you forced yourself to look away.

“If we are to remain friends-“

Eloise cut you off; “Of course we are, what makes you believe that we would not?” She tried to make it sound light hearted, but the words came out sharper than she had intended.

“If we are to remain friends” you started again “I can not keep secrets from you”

You looked down on your friend. Her face had settled in a worried expression. You suddenly regretted bringing up the topic but that was to no avail. You must finish what you started.

“I have these - feelings - that I would like to discuss. And I do not expect you to feel the same way…” at this point you had started pacing back and forth like a trapped animal.

“… but in these past few weeks I have come to know you as someone who is not quick to judge others, and I sincerely hope you will grant me that kindness…” Your steps slowed.

“For I hope I have not misjudged you, ms. Bridgerton.”

As you turned to look at her, your eyes meeting for the first time since you started you rambling, you knew you had to tell her. You could not keep a friendship build on lies.

Her eyes were wide and her lips were parted slightly as if she was wanting to say something. You stood in silence for a moment allowing her time to intervene. But she just tilted her head slightly, her eyebrows furrowing into an expression of worry and confusion.

You realised you had dragged this out for far too long. And you suspected your nervous fidgeting had not helped soothe your friend’s worries.

“Every time I look at you, Eloise, it’s as if my whole world disappears and I am left with nothing but blank space; I am left grasping to find my way back to reality because if I am alone with you my mind will wander to places it should not.” You could not afford to stop talking, for if you did you might not find you way back.

“I am willing to throw away whatever dignity I have if it means I get to hold you, and it scares me. Because I- I have never felt like this before.” That last sentence came out more as a whisper.

Eloise sat still as a statue, unchanged, and for a second you started to wonder if you had imagined the whole thing, but then she moved. She straightened her posture, looked down at the book laying on her lap and hesitated for a moment before fixing her gaze back onto you. You suddenly felt unable to breathe, as if a weight was put on you chest.

Eloise, without breaking eye contact, untangled her bare feet from her nightgown and slowly stood up, meeting you at eye level.

Her face was impossible to read as her expression seemed to change constantly.

“Eloise, I-“ You started to apologise, but all words left you as you felt her hand reach for yours. Her touch was warm, like a small spark that quickly grew into a burning fire. She held onto your hand, still with her eyes fixed on you. And without thinking you took a single step, almost closing the distance between your bodies.

She was close enough for you to feel her warm breaths against your skin and you could not pull your eyes from her face. You were desperate to memorise every freckle on her face, the way the flickering shadows from the candlelight softened her features and then there were her eyes. They were like a frozen lake; idle on the surface, but beneath it lies a deeper water, constantly moving with the current. They wandered across your face before settling on your lips.

“Tell me…“ She trailed of, her voice was low and husky. A shaky breath escaped your lips and she took that as an invitation to start slowly guiding your hand upward until your palm rested against the bare skin right below her collarbone. “…tell me if you want me to stop.”

And with that she fully closed the distance between you, and as your lips met hers you knew that you never wanted her to let go.

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[httpscomorg]

You go into Wades room at night but he’s not there after a horrible nightmare so you take the jump and use Logan as a shield instead??//You also act like Wade so Logan kinda hates you

Never

Summary: You search for Wade in the middle of the night after a nightmare, and he's not there, but his bestfriend is.

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Logan x Wilson!Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, mentions of violence, really just angst, no major warnings. I wrote this really fast and with really long nails on my laptop, so ignore any spelling errors. (Almost put "creaming" instead of "screaming" so yea)

Word Count: 1100

“Wade?” Your voice shakes, you had just woken up from a nightmare, and it wasn’t your usual nightmare either. It wasn’t sad or just scary. No. It was terrifying.

You had woken up in your room in the dream from the sound of someone screaming and yelling, it was Logan, you’d recognise that voice from anywhere. Ever since Wade had invited in his new roommate, he’s seemed to hate you, giving you sideways looks left and right, but you hadn’t done anything wrong, or at least you didn’t think you did.

But the same morning when you were awake, you and Logan had gotten into an actual argument, you knew he was drunk. Normally when he came home drunk, he would go to his room and just sleep it off, but this time was drunk and pissed because of something Wade had said, what it was, you didn’t know. But you were sure the entire argument is what led up to the nightmare you had. Another argument, but with violence.

Logan was so mad at you in the dream, you were crying and screaming in pain, but he continued to yell at you and throw everything at you including pots and pans until there was nothing else to throw at the wall, then-

“You’re still up?” The voice breaks you out of your thoughts and you turn to see Logan looking you up and down.

“Just can’t sleep.” You whisper softly.

“Why are your eyes red bub. What’s got you crying?” He tucks a thick cigarette into the pocket on his chest in his flannel and he takes two steps closer to you, making you cross your arms uncomfortably and bite your lip.

You knew it was just a dream, but it all felt so real.

“I just had a little nightmare, where’s Wade?”

“Vanessa needed him.”

Vanessa. His girlfriend. Or fiance, or whatever they called themselves.

“Are you okay?” He takes another step closer and reaches to place his hand on your shoulder, making you wince in fear, which he automatically pulls back.

“I’m okay Logan, it’s just normally when I have a nightmare, I’ll spend the night with Wade.”

“He’s actually good with comforting people?”

“Well it depends really… I’m his sister so-”

“And yet you two are completely different.” He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, making him appear bigger. More intimidating.

“Sorry if I woke you up, I’ll just go back to my-”

“Do you wanna sleep with me?” He spits it out like fire, pausing for a second as his own words seem to surprise him. “Sorry I just… I hate to see you sad.”

“It’s okay… I’ve bothered you enough today.”

“It doesn’t count if I was drunk. You never bothered me, not as much as Wade.” He tells you, lifting his arm up and moving to wrap it around your shoulders, slowing enough to not make you wince. “Come on, I’ll keep you safe.” He brings you to his room, and the smell of cigarettes and pine wood immediately floods your lungs, you love it.

“Thank you…” You’re still unsure about it.

“Of course.” He locks the door behind the both of you, immediately going to his closet and pulling out a soft blanket. He knows you can’t sleep without one.

“Thank you.” You take the blanket and move to his bed, sitting with the blanket only over your lap.

“Hey uh… I wanted to apologise.”

“For?”

“For yelling at you earlier. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He sits next to you on the bed, and you can tell his usual hard attitude is no longer there.

“Oh um…” Your stomach drops, the nightmare coming back to you like a bullet just flew through your organs, making you feel sick, a tear falling down your cheek.

“Shit…” He scoots forward, using his thumb to wipe your tears, and you’re genuinely embarrassed. “I’m sorry… What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing… God I’m such an emotional whore…” You chuckle to yourself but then see the look on his face.

“Don’t call yourself that.” He tells you, no joking tone in his voice. “What’s got you sad, be honest.” He gently strokes your cheek, and only then do you realise how close he was to you.

“I uhm… I had a nightmare.”

“I figured that-”

“About you.” He stills, not a word coming out of his mouth as he stares into your eyes. “You were so mad at me.” Your voice cracks, more tears falling down your face which he’s quick to wipe away. “You were… You were throwing everything at me… Hurting me… Then when there was nothing left to throw…” You whine a little, your eyes moving down to find his other hand, resting on his thigh. You bite your lip as you remember how painful it felt… The three claws lodged into your abdomen, as your mouth hung open in a broken scream.

“Hey…” He whispers, moving close and cupping your face. “Honey I wouldn’t ever hurt you.” He stares into your eyes with a sincerity you didn’t know was there before. “I wouldn’t ever dream of hurting you.” He leans down a little to reach your level, trying to be honest with you, and you take a deep breath. You know he’d never hurt you, but the dream felt so real. “How about… we get some sleep. You look exhausted.” He tells you, looking down at your pillow. You nod.

You lie down as his hands leave your face, and you feel him lie down next to you as he turns off his bedside lamp, but you face away from him.

When you feel his body pressing against your back, your breath hitches in your throat.

“Hey, are you still awake?” You nod, not sure if he saw it in the dark. “I’m sorry your dream scared you.” He tells you, his arm moving to wrap around your waist and pull you closer, his arm under your tank top, and you feel his skin. He’d taken off his shirt. “But I promise you, I will never hurt you. And if someone ever did hurt you, I would fucking kill them.” You chuckle a little and turn your head to look at him, your faces barely an inch apart. “Wade is my best friend… and you’re his sister.” He continues. “I would tear apart the entire fucking planet to protect you. Don’t you ever think otherwise.” He finishes by pressing a kiss to your cheek, showing you a softness you didn’t know he had before.

“Thank you, Lo.”

“Anything for you, angel.”

[between-two-fandoms]

Thinking about after Buck and Tommy have been dating a while, and they're like having Maddie and Chim around for dinner or something, and it's getting late and Tommy and Buck are cleaning up and have settled into easy domesticity and Maddie and Chimney are having their own little conversation still at the table, but Maddie is watching because that's her brother and she's curious. Buck is talking about whatever his latest research subject is and he realises he's been talking for like ten-minutes straight and that Tommy hasn't been able to get a word in (not that he wants to because he likes listening to Buck) and Buck kind of bashfully apologises for rambling and Tommy just jokingly goes "that's okay, I love you anyway." And Buck doesn't clock it, and him and Tommy continue on, but Maddie does. Because she remembers her brother when he was hurt and yelling at their parents. She remembers younger Evan with his broken bones and desperate eyes, and she's looking at Evan now and he's calm and happy and knows without a doubt that he is loved.

Sorry, my replies tend to be three times the length they probably should be. I just like to babble about how much I love these characters. Sorry for any typos or grammar errors I don't know how to shut up sometimes.

My heart. Nonnie you're making me feel things. Maddie would be so happy for Evan. She's a little hesitant about Tommy at first, he's Buck's first boyfriend. It's all new waters, she's his sister, it's in her blood to be nervous for him. But she trusts her brother's judgment and Tommy seemed like a good guy at the wedding. Plus Chimney vouched for him, he's probably not the worst guy her brother could fall for. (More under cut)

Her sweet, precious, little brother who just wanted to be loved found someone. He found someone who loves him anyway. Evan found someone who she can see loves him so, so much. She didn't have to look too closely to see it. It's not a fake, surface-level puppy dog love either. What surprises her the most is that this is Evan, not Buck, in her kitchen with this person who's opened the world to him. It's Evan who's smiling and rambling and gentle and kind. It's been so long since she's seen him be Evan, and not live with the weight of Buck on his shoulders.

She knows in her Big Sister Bones that Tommy's someone who will keep her little brother's heart safe. Maddie will never be able to explain to Tommy what that means to her in words. But she watches them. (maybe not as subtle as she hoped). She watches her brother interact with him, watches Evan be all happy and relaxed and content. Unafraid to love and unafraid to be loved back.

She listens to how Tommy speaks to her brother. In a low, deep timbre that settles into Evan's bones. Tommy speaks like Evan was made to be cherished, holding his cheek as if Evan was his entire world, standing in her kitchen as they put dinner away. Tommy looks content too, enamored from the sheer energy radiating off of Evan as the night continues. As if being able to have Evan is enough, as if Tommy knows her brother doesn't have to be anything but himself to be worthy of love.

She sees the look in Tommy's eyes and is suddenly reminded of Chimney, reminded of the love she shares with her husband. She thinks Tommy already knows how special it is for Evan to choose you, to be important in Evan's life. She wonders if Evan has realized how gone for the Pilot is for him, probably not. She loves her brother but he can be a bit stupid unless someone spells it out for him. Still though, can tell Tommy's planning on sticking around for a long time, and she hopes he does. Evan and Tommy are good together, good for each other. She relaxes into Chimney's chest, leaning back as they watch Buck and Tommy try to set up a game of Pictionary. "So what do you think?" Chimney whispers, setting Maddie's wine glass aside for her. She looks up and kisses him on the chin.

"I like him," she says, smiling when Tommy somehow gets stuck in the legs of the whiteboard stand trying to set it up. Buck helps him get out of it, then plants a kiss on his lips, all rosy-cheeked and sappy. Yeah, Maddie thinks, Tommy's worthy of her little brother's heart.

I love supportive big sister Maddie with my whole chest.

If anyone's interested I might make this a fic. Maddie's POV ofc.

[urprettylittlething]

Hiii! Could I ask for a scenario about Cursed Kitty AU? Our little kitty is in her eating season and wants it so much... One morning, she wakes Gojo (or both of them) up with a blowjob... Thanks in advance~ I love this au! ^^

Thank you so much for this request, I truly apologise that it's taken me so long to get around to it but its finally here! I hope its okay <3 I kept it open so you can imagine either Gojo or Geto being the ones to receive the special treatment :)

Desperation

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Yandere - Gojo Satoru x CursedKitty! Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - thank you so much for all the love coming in on my recent post, it means the world <3 please enjoy this lovely little smutty drabble requested, I don't know if its my best work, I'm feeling a little rusty, but please enjoy nonetheless, let me know your thoughts :) I really appreciate and value what you guys think <33 I love you all so much <3 as always let me know of any errors or missed warnings, I try my best but sometimes I miss things :,)

summary - Kitty is too desperate to wait, so she takes things (a cock) into her own hands.

warnings - Yandere but it's practically non-existent here, could be seen as dubcon since they haven't spoken about it beforehand, but it is very well received and they would 100% want it again, smut ofc, hand job, mixed in with some blowjob action, she's also trying to hump the bed so there's that

genre - Drabble

word count - 450

~spelling and grammar checked~

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Snuggling deeper into the warmth that was surrounding her, Kitty searched desperately for any kind of relief. Her stomach muscles were tense, cramping up with every passing second since she had woken up.

She tries desperately to get back to sleep but the pulsating ache between her legs forbids it. No amount of rubbing or humping is fixing this little issue of hers. Even her whimpering and moaning hasn’t woken the two sorcerers sleeping either side of her.

What she noticed though, between all her fidgeting, was something particularly hard between the pair's legs. She could feel the throbbing anytime she brushed up against them, the warmth seeping through her skin. It’s something she is currently craving, yearning for, and since none of them have bothered to wake up and help her, she’s decided to take it for herself.

Shuffling down under the covers, Kitty paws at the first pair of legs she gets to. Nuzzling next to the warmth between the legs she turns her head and starts to suckle on the hard mass through his boxers.

Her hands almost frantically try to tug down the underwear he’s wearing, practically drooling at the sight of his cock being revealed to her.

She thinks that it looks heavy, almost bouncing when she pulls the boxers fully away. The flushed tip was almost dripping with liquid from where she’d been rubbing all over it.

Her ears flutter as her body does a full shiver, licking from base to tip she envelops the head into her mouth, sucking and licking as she does.

Her thighs rub and squeeze together as she moans around the cock in her mouth. Her tail curled and uncurling in delight.

Both of her hands come up, wrapping around his cock as best as they can and start pumping. She knows, has been taught, by the two of them that when she does this she can get the delicious milk they provide just for her. And she wants it bad.

So she lays there, sucking, licking, pumping away at his cock, practically humping the bed in her throes of pleasure. Startled nearly half to death when a hand comes down on the top of her head. Kneading deeply into the base of her fluttering ears and pushing her further down his cock every so slightly.

“Don’t stop now Kitty, come on, keep going.” A deep voice calls out announcing his awareness. Her eyes roll back, now working in tandem for what she so desperately wants.

Between the low grunts and moans she can just about make out a second voice, rumbling deep in his chest as laughter, before the sheets get pulled away.

“…Such a desperate little Kitty.”

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For How Long!?!

Chapter 1: The Calm before the storm.

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Pairings: Logan Sargeant x reader (only briefly mentioned but heavily shipped...),

Oscar Piastri x reader (platonic), Arthur Leclerc x reader (platonic), Mick Schumacher x reader (platonic)...

Warnings: None that I can see?

Summary: A grand reveal comes as a huge shock to everyone.

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This is my first time both writing and making a smau so I apologise for how bad it is...

Not betad so apologies for any grammatical errors and spelling mistakes

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Likes, reposts and especially feedback is greatly appreciated. :)

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Park Seonghwa - Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby

Model!Seonghwa x assistant!reader (gender neutral) W.C: 13k Warnings: Seonghwa is little rude in the beginning, feelings of inadequacy/being overlooked, angst (with a fluff ending) A/n: hope you enjoy it! please let me know if I missed any warnings, or if you find spelling errors (not proofread) - thank you!

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“This is your five-minute call!”

The voice is almost lost within the cacophony of noise that permeates the dressing rooms and backstage. Make-up artists hurry to do last minute touch ups. Models check and double check their looks in the mirror. The crew are bustling through it all, making sure everyone is ready and that everything is running smoothly. And in the midst of all this chaos:

You.

Although you’ve been backstage for many a runway show, your nerves never seem to get any less, despite the fact that you never step foot into the spotlight. Your job was to be invisible but available. To learn through experience. To ensure smooth running so that your boss could claim all the glory.

You watched as Isabel fussed over one of the models. He was the perfect model and a hard worker; every interaction you’d ever had with him was strictly business and he never joked around when you spoke to him. His eyes were set dead ahead as final adjustments were made to his outfit. Park Seonghwa was her favourite model and everyone on the team knew it, so much so that everyone referred to him by the pet-name that Isabel used for him.

‘The Star.’

“One minute!”

The chaos suddenly dissipates and a quiet falls over everyone. Isabel gives her star one last word of encouragement to which he cracks the smallest of smiles before he turns stoic again. You watch as the lights change and a voice over the speakers welcomes everyone to the event. Music starts and the first model steps out on the runway.

You step far out of the way, out of trouble, and wait. Each model walks past you before they exit backstage. When Seonghwa stops in front of you, you can’t help but take in all the details of his outfit – the trim on the edge of the jacket, the cut of his trousers, the subtle but effective make-up that’s been applied to his naturally handsome face. He is the epitome of a good model.

He doesn’t look at you before he steps out into the light and in front of the crowd. It doesn’t bother you though; you’re meant to be invisible. Afterall, that is the role of the designer’s assistant.

~

Isabel’s studio is clean and organised. Design sketches are pinned up on a corkboard, fabric stacked neatly on shelves right next to it. Mannequins with half-finished pieces stand against a wall, waiting. The door to Isabel’s office stays shut most days but you’ve been on the other side more times than you can count. Today is no exception.

You knock on the wood, balancing files and fabric swatches, as well as two cups of coffee, before you hear the go-ahead to enter. You can hear Isabel’s voice as you push the door open, her phone pressed against her ear.

“Yes, yes. Ok, I’ll see you soon my star, bye-bye.” She hangs up the call, watching you as you place all your items on the desk. “You’re two minutes late.”

“I apologise. The café was busier than normal today,” you explain before taking a seat.

“Still haven’t managed to convince that beautiful barista to pursue modelling?”

“I bring it up every time I go there,” you say, handing her one of the to-go cups. “He just laughs at me now.”

You were very fortunate to have received a job with Isabel – although she was firm and exceedingly professional, she still seemed to have a heart, which many other designers you’d encountered did not. You did not take that fact for granted. When Isabel says jump, you say how high.

For a short while, you and her discuss upcoming projects, appointments and meetings. She knows exactly what she wants and you assure her that you’ll get it. It’s only when your coffee cup is empty that you hear another knock on the door, and Isabel tells them to come in as a smile appears on her face.

Seonghwa walks in with an air about him that to anyone who didn’t know better would suggest he was the true owner of this building and this room.

“My star, come sit, would you like something to drink?” Isabel gestures to the chair next to you and the model makes himself comfortable.

“No thank you, Isabel, I’ll be alright.”

You shift to sit up a little straighter in your seat, noticing how his posture never relaxes. If Isabel was the queen that you waited on hand and foot, then this was the prince – your treatment of him always affected how the queen would see you.

“Have you thought about my offer, my star?” She continues, her full attention on Seonghwa.

“I have,” he answers, sounding sure of himself. “I would like to go, if you’ll let me.”

You hold your tongue, despite how a wave of confusion washed over you with every word they were speaking. Instead, you opt to look busy, flipping through a folder full of the designs that would be on show next month. You keep your ears open to their conversation though.

“Oh wonderful, I’ll let Hanna know immediately.” The designer beams. “And have you thought about who you’d like to go with you?”

It’s only in your peripheral vision that you see Seonghwa turn his head to you ever so slightly. Still, you keep quiet.

“If they're good enough for you, then they're good enough for me,” he tells Isabel.

You still have no idea what they’re on about but you keep your thoughts to yourself, listening to Isabel tell her star that she would organise everything and to not worry, he was in good hands.

Whether those were your hands or this Hanna person’s you weren’t sure yet. You supposed that you would find out.

~

“We still have half an hour before we need to check in.”

“I told you that we didn’t need to be here so early.”

“Don’t.”

Reluctantly you weave your way through the other travellers, your tail close behind you. You grasp yours and Seonghwa’s travel documents tightly in your one hand, suitcase in the other. It was too early in the morning for this – you needed something to wake you up.

“I still have no idea how you managed to convince Isabel to let me come with you on this trip. Her star model and her assistant both away at the same time is wild.”

Seonghwa snickers a little from behind you.

“That’s my privilege.”

A part of you wants to be annoyed at his attitude but in reality, you don't have the capacity to say or do anything about it. Instead, you lead him into one of the airport restaurants and sit down at a table with a huff. As always, Seonghwa looks super composed as he sits opposite you – his back is straight and he holds his head up as if a camera could take his photograph at a moment’s notice.

This was undoubtedly the most time you’d spent with him outside of work and it was only going to get longer from here on out. There was very little you knew about him – other than his name and occupation, Seonghwa was a stranger to you. It wouldn’t hurt to learn a little more.

“Are you looking forward to working with Hanna?” You ask, eyes scanning the menu as you do.

“Yes,” Seonghwa answers, mirroring your actions. “Isabel said that she has a good team and that I’ll fit right in there.”

“And her concepts and designs?”

He pauses a moment, wetting his lips before he speaks again.

“They look interesting. Not like Isabel’s at all.”

“Nothing will ever be like Isabel’s,” you say and he nods in agreement.

The conversation falls quiet. You don’t know what more to say now and he seems uninterested in asking you how you’re feeling about the whole ordeal.

It still unnerved you a little that your boss was willing to loan her prized model to a sister fashion studio, out of town. Not only that but to send you along with him to make sure that he was treated well and that he got to where he needed to go? There was more pressure on you than you cared to admit and never would, especially not to Seonghwa. He had the world in the palm of his hand; you were hanging on by the skin of your teeth.

Maybe it was better that he didn’t ask about how you were feeling. You resigned yourself to being invisible once more, your focus solely on the menu in your hands. The sooner this started, the sooner it would be over and you could just chalk the whole thing up to job experience and nothing more.

No getting close with the model, no sight-seeing, nothing that could distract you. This trip was about work and only work – you’d make sure of it.

It’s quiet, baring the dull hum of the engines and the occasional rustle of passengers as they shift in their sleep, trying to make the most of the plane’s amenities. A flight attendant slowly makes her way down the aisle, stopping every now and then to whisper something to whoever she finds still awake.

You keep your eyes locked on your sketch book, using the dull overhead lamp to light the page. It was just a rough design so you weren’t too worried about how it looked now – you could do touch ups when you eventually got to your accommodation. For now, it was just important to get the ideas onto the page.

“That doesn’t look half bad.”

Your gaze shoots to the side, finding Seonghwa leaning forward in his seat with his eye-mask half on and half off.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I was,” he admits, yawning as if to prove his point. “You woke me up.”

You and he stare each other down.

“How?” You utter the single word in disbelief.

Seonghwa casually points up, the movement casting shadows over your small shared space.

“You can’t be serious…”

“I am. I need my beauty sleep in order to look good when we meet Hanna tomorrow. Your light is bothering me.”

The grip you have on your pencil tightens.

“Fine.” You pack your items away and switch off the light. “You win. Enjoy your beauty sleep.”

With one last huff you sit in your chair, bracing yourself for a long and boring rest of your flight. Seonghwa on the other hand, pulls his eye-mask down properly and snuggles back under his blanket, completely unaware of how his choice now, will impact him later.

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“Can you please slow down?”

“No, hurry up.”

You knew that you were being short with him, yet you had no intention of fixing it. If he decided to tattle on you to Isabel, you’d defend yourself for once and you were ninety percent certain that she would take your side on this.

The poor hotel receptionist didn’t know what hit him as you stalked up to the front desk with almost murderous intent in your eyes.

“We’re checking in. Booking under Isabel Silvain. Should be two rooms for ten days.”

Seonghwa finally manages to catch up to you as the receptionist hastily clicks away on his computer. For every second that you stand, you can feel more and more energy drain out of your body. A plush bed is calling your name, you can hear it, if only you could just…

“I’m sorry but it seems that you’ve booked one room with two beds. Not two separate rooms.”

It feels as if the blood in your veins stops moving. This cannot be happening now. You were the one who booked the rooms, there’s no way that you would’ve made a mistake like that. You’re about to open your mouth to say something but Seonghwa cuts you off.

“That’s ok, thank you. May we have our room key?”

The slow turn of your head to stare him down should’ve been accompanied by the shrill strings of a horror movie soundtrack. Whether he doesn’t see you, or he’s deliberately ignoring you, you don’t know, as the model takes the room key and starts walking behind the bell boy who has taken your luggage from you.

You have no option but to join the end of the line and go along.

Once the door to your room closes, you toss your bags aside and collapse on the bed that you’ve claimed as your own.

“There’s still plenty of time before we have to meet with Hanna,” you tell him, voice half muffled by the pillow that’s under your head. “Do what you want but don’t get lost and don’t be late. I’m having a nap.”

“We had a whole plane ride to sleep…”

“No, you had a whole plane ride to sleep!” You sit up again and look at Seonghwa. “Some of us can’t sleep on planes!”

His brows furrow and he seems to be really taking in your appearance now.

“You don’t sleep on planes?”

“No, I don’t,” you inform him. “And because you needed your ‘beauty sleep’, I couldn’t do the one thing that helps me to pass the time and make my flights a little less tedious. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Seonghwa shifts on his feet, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I… I didn’t realise.”

You turn away from him and lie back down on the bed.

“Whatever, Seonghwa. Just let me sleep.”

You hear him sigh before saying something about taking the room key, and then the soft click of the door closing. Finally, alone and on solid ground, you close your eyes and allow yourself to slumber.

The alarm goes off at the same that Seonghwa walks back inside of the room. Your brain is still groggy as you sit up on your bed, taking a second to remember that you’re not at home and are in fact working. That’s also why when Seonghwa places something on your bedside table, it takes much longer than normal for you to realise what it is:

A to-go cup from a local café.

“What’s this for?” You ask, picking it up and taking a sip. “And how do you know my order?”

At first you don’t think that he’s going to answer you as he turns towards his suitcase and starts to pull out a couple of neatly pressed items.

“It’s an apology coffee,” he states as if it should’ve been obvious. “And I know your order because I paid attention at the airport.”

You can’t deny that the drink tastes good, and you don’t want the entirety of this trip to be done walking on eggshells.

“Thanks. You’re forgiven.”

It almost sounds like he laughs as he puts his clothes into his carry-on bag. Reluctantly, you stand up, pull on your shoes, and grab the rest of your items.

“Alright, Mr Star-of-the-Show, let’s make a good first impression on these people.”

~

The following days when you return to Lugar de la Rosa you get greeted by Hanna and the rest of her staff as if you were long lost friends. It’s easy to see how this designer and Isabel would be good friends – their work ethic is the same although their styles differ quite a bit. You’re used to sleek designs with hidden details, tighter fits and more natural lines. Hanna is more eccentric. Her clothes are big with bold colours – every single article is a statement piece.

It’s a little unusual to see Seonghwa in her pieces, regardless of how well he wears them. Despite being in a completely unfamiliar place and working with unfamiliar people, he behaves completely as ease while still being professional. He seems to be making himself a firm favourite in Hanna’s books as well, as you watch how she dotes on him as soon as he steps foot inside the building.

You, on the other hand, remain as ghost-like as possible. There really isn’t a reason for you to keep coming with Seonghwa to these fittings and meetings, other than the fact that he keeps asking you to. It would be just as easy to drop him off, spend some time doing your own thing, and returning to pick him up when the day was done. Yes, you had promised Isabel that you would look after her Star, but every day it felt more and more as though your presence was completely unnecessary.

A lowly bench and table that had been tucked away into the corner of one of the rooms had become your little hideaway. Unless Seonghwa or Hanna specifically called you, that was where you could be found, and today was no exception. The sun shone in through the window next to you as finally you were able to close your laptop, having replied to more emails than you thought it was possible to send, and organised Isabel’s life for the next week minimum. The studio was fairly busy today – far more people had come today for fittings than previous but you hadn’t even noticed them until now. Among the sea of faces you can see your temporary roommate, talking to the other models, making connections. He’d been surprisingly easy to live with, baring how long he seemed to take in the shower but that could be forgiven due to how tidy he was and how he’d not forced you to go to sleep at the same time as him, clearly having learnt his lesson after the flight.

Seonghwa catches your eye, gracefully moving through the maze of people to get to you. You worry that something has happened.

“Everything alright?”

“I was actually coming to ask that question to you.”

He smiles at you and you can’t help but return it.

“I see you packed away your laptop,” he points out. “Done for today?”

“For now. My work is never really done.”

Seonghwa nods, even though he doesn’t hundred percent know the truth in your words.

“So, what are you going to do while you wait for me?”

With a shrug you look around the room. There’s plenty of inspiration around you – Hanna’s walls are full of photos of models wearing past designs.

“I might do some sketching,” you admit, letting your eyes drift back to him. “While I have some time to spare.”

He seems to mull something over in his mind, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before his speaks.

“Would you design something for me?”

There’s a tingle down your spine but you’re unsure if it’s from excitement or nerves. Maybe some strange combination of both.

“Design something?”

“Yes,” he says, looking pleased with himself. “Like something I could wear on the runway. But your style. Just for fun.”

You reason that there’s no harm in trying; it would be a fun experiment to test your skills.

“Any criteria?” You ask, pulling out your sketchbook and pencil.

Your model just smiles wider.

“No, you have free reign.”

“You may regret that,” you chirp as he turns to walk away.

“I doubt it.”

And with his final remark, you get to work once more.

It’s two hours later when you and Seonghwa walk onto the street. They’d worked straight through lunch, and you having been so lost in your sketching, hadn’t even noticed. It was painfully obvious now though as your stomach growled rather loudly, and you looked down the pavement to see if there was somewhere nearby that you could stop at briefly to pick up some food.

“I’m famished too.”

Seonghwa’s voice jolts you – he hadn’t said a word to you since he finished for the day.

“Maybe we could just walk and see what we find?” He suggests, and considering that you don’t have a better plan, you agree.

You find it peaceful to stroll side by side with him – no pressures, no expectations. Just two people, existing with each other.

“How did your design turn out?”

“I think it looks good,” you tell him, eyeing the buildings in front of you but none of them are serving food. “I guess you’ll have to be the judge of that though, considering you’re the model.”

He laughs a little.

“I didn’t know models got such a say in the designs.”

“Well in my world they do,” you laugh as well. “I’ll show you when we get back to the hotel.”

Seonghwa nods his head, keeping his gaze forward.

“Would you ever put a piece on the runway, if Isabel let you?”

“It’s not that simple,” you confess.

The terrace of a café appears in front of you and you motion for Seonghwa to go in; he happily obliges, getting a table for the two of you near the window.

“I’m sure I could put in a good word for you,” he says, half teasing and half serious.

“If you did that, I’d source something else really amazing for you to wear.”

There’s a glimmer of mischief in his eye that you don’t fail to notice.

“Should we make that a deal? There’s this jewellery brand that I really love and I’ve always wanted to walk with one of their items.”

You watch him from across the table – still so put together even after a full day’s work. Not a hair out of place. Not even breaking a sweat. There’s nothing to lose by saying yes; it probably won’t happen anyways…

“Deal.” You hold your hand out to the model and he shakes it; his grip is firm.

“Deal,” he parrots before looking at his menu. “Also, we need to find a hairdresser who can take me tomorrow.”

You question him as to why, knowing how much your boss loves Seonghwa’s luscious hair.

“Hanna wants me to change up the style. Nix on breaking the news to Isabel.”

You’re left with your mouth agape at the pure audacity. You genuinely thought that you were having a decent moment with him – only for him to ruin it.

“You’re so lucky Isabel loves you…”

“Otherwise, what?”

“Otherwise, I would let you suffer.”

Seonghwa just laughs again, face lighting up with a smile and even though it surprises you, you can’t help but do the same.

~

“I honest-to-goodness wonder what Isabel’s going to say about this.”

Although it had taken up most of your afternoon the day before, you had managed to find a reputable hair salon with a free slot for Seonghwa, who now sat in the salon chair with strands of wet hair sticking to his face.

“You haven’t told her yet?”

“I figured that I’d rather beg forgiveness than ask permission on this one.”

He smiles as the stylist starts to comb his hair, separating it the various sections and clipping them out of the way.

“Don’t worry too much about it; I’ll be able to get away with it.”

You let out a sigh.

“That must be nice, Mr Star of the runway.”

“You say that as if you couldn’t get away with murder too.”

The soft snip snip snip of scissors catches your attention and you watch as the off cuts fall to the tiled floor. You really were dreading breaking the news to Isabel later.

“It might look that way,” you say, lifting your eyes to meet his in the mirror. “But I most certainly could not.”

Seonghwa scoffs at the notion, and the stylist asks him to please keep still. He apologies and does as he’s told. His voice is softer when he speaks again.

“Isabel has told me that she wouldn’t survive without you. She needs you far more than you realise – give yourself some credit for the work that you do.”

A lump forms in your throat and you can only manage a nod in his direction. You suppose that you do work hard for Isabel, although it would be nice for her to give you that recognition herself rather than hearing it through the grapevine.

“I owe her my whole career so far,” you suddenly confess, not even sure why you feel the need to share this with Seonghwa.

“Me too,” he admits. “She gave me my break. When I first started with her, I would do anything she told me to.”

“Oh, so that’s why she loves you so much: you’re a pushover.”

Your quip seems to lighten the mood again and you see the model smiling in the reflection.

“What I mean is, there’s always a lot of pressure for me to do well on her behalf; I always need to perform.”

“And you think that I don’t?” You query. “You may be on the physical runway but I’m on a figurative one. I could also stumble and fall flat on my face. You at least have a chance to get back up and keep walking immediately; I might not be so lucky.”

You’ve never admitted it out loud to anyone else before in your whole life and you wonder why you suddenly feel safe enough to bear your heart out to him now, here in the hair salon of all places.

The stylist continues to cut and you watch as Seonghwa transforms before your eyes.

On the way home from the studio that evening, you force Seonghwa to stop along the way so that you can capture his new look. You even manage to take a few photos where he doesn’t look like his normal put together model self; there’s one where he’s sticking out his tongue, one with his eyes crossed and even one where he’s reaching towards the camera in an attempt to take the phone away and take photos of you instead. He had had no such luck and for that you were grateful.

The nerves built up as you watched the little ticks on your phone change from grey to blue. She typed, stopped, typed. And then the phone rang.

“Hello, Isabel.”

It was that exact moment that Seonghwa came out of the bathroom, pyjama’s on and looking ready for bed. You hastily gestured for him to sit next to you so that you didn’t have to go through this alone.

“He cut his hair?”

Seonghwa recognises the voice despite not hearing the words.

“Hanna requested that he cut his hair for the runway. We… I didn’t want to argue with her.”

There’s a long and uncomfortable silence. The man next to you nimbly takes the phone out of your hand and presses it to his ear.

“Isabel! What do you think of my new hair? It’s nice, isn’t it?”

His lively tone completely contradicts the uneasy feeling in your stomach but it seems to do the trick. Or maybe it’s just him

“My Star! Yes, it looks wonderful! You have the face to pull off any style you wanted. I’m so glad you are being exposed to something different with Hanna.”

Seonghwa continues to talk to Isabel, telling her everything that he’s been doing and how the fittings have been going. Isabel continues to dote on him, telling him that she knew she made the right choice sending him.

You sit, waiting. You should be used to this, being in the background. The uneasy feeling hasn’t settled though, despite Seonghwa having eased Isabel’s mind. Maybe you did want to be noticed; maybe you did want Isabel to acknowledge you and treat you with the same kindness that she treated her Star with, especially if you were as important to her as Seonghwa claimed you to be.

“Thank you, Isabel. Yes, we’ll be back soon. Bye!”

The call ends and the model tries to hand your phone back to you but when you remain motionless, he looks at you and notices the vacancy in your eyes.

“Hey,” he says softly but when that doesn’t work, he places a hand on your shoulder.

You blink a few times, slowly turning your head to look at where he’s made contact with you.

“Are you ok?” There’s concern suspended in his eyes when you finally look at him properly. “You seem… far away.”

“I want you to model something that I’ve designed.” You say with certainty. “Like, I’ll design something specifically for you to walk on the runway, and I’ll stick to our deal. I’ll even design the clothing around whatever jewellery you wear. But I want you to do it.”

Seonghwa’s a little taken aback by the sudden change but he agrees nonetheless.

“I’ll ask Isabel about it then.”

“Yeah,” you say, finally taking your phone from him and standing up. “That would be great.”

~

It’s been fifteen minutes and they’re still fussing over him. One assistant is standing in front of him and the other behind, and neither of them can seem to agree on what the problem is. He goes on the runway tomorrow.

You’ve kept quiet, not wanting to step on anyone’s toes but it’s starting to physically pain you that they can’t figure out the issue when you can clearly see what needs to be done. With your one hand against your head rubbing at your temple, you’re sure you look as annoyed as you feel. Seonghwa makes eye contact with you and you hold back a smirk as you see him mouth ‘help me’.

“Sorry, do you mind if I butt in here?” You say, standing up and making your way to the model and the confused assistants. “Can you give me your pins, please?”

The assistant in front of Seonghwa reluctantly hands over their equipment as you kneel on the floor. You give your model a quick look, asking if it’s ok that you touch him and once he nods, you get to work.

“They just need to sit a little differently,” you half mutter to yourself, tucking the fabric over itself around his thighs and pinning it, doing your best to maintain the pants original silhouette. “He’s got long legs and you need to take the pants in a little bit in order to look normal, or like they would on a different model.”

When both sides have been done, you stand up and admire your handiwork. The assistants next to you both look Seonghwa up and down before they reluctantly agree that it does look better now than it did before. When you look up into Seonghwa’s eyes, eager to see what he thinks, you immediately notice how flushed he looks. You can’t recall a time that he’s been like that after a fitting – Seonghwa is calm, composed and professional at all times. But he looks a little giddy and you can’t place why.

He thanks you later that day by buying you dessert after your shared meal – never did a chocolate brownie taste so good.

~

As always when it comes to runway shows, you make yourself scarce backstage. There’s a lot of movement and noise, and because this isn’t your fashion house, you take extra care to not get in the way. Mostly, you hover by the dressing table where Seonghwa had had his make-up done: an extravagant look that you weren’t used to seeing on him. As always though, he was able to make it look extraordinary.

You see Hanna rush past, three people hot on her heels as they all take instruction from her. A part of you missed Isabel. A part of you was relieved to not have to worry right now.

“I’m not sure I can do this.”

You look to where the voice came from at your side, to find the model next to you. Completely dressed, Seonghwa looks like the star Isabel always sees him as – the only thing out of place is the way his chest heaves up and down.

“Of course you can,” you say, moving to face him. “You’ve walked hundreds of runways before.”

“Not like this.” His eyes dart everywhere behind you. “Not like...”

“Hey.” Gingerly you reach out and take his hands in your own. Finally, he locks eyes with you. “You are a well-trained, well-seasoned model, with loads of experience. You are Isabel Silvain’s star model. She didn’t send just anybody here, she sent the best and the best is you, Seonghwa.”

Slowly but surely, the panic fades away and confidence takes its place. His breathing becomes even and he gives your hands a squeeze.

“I hope you know that what you said, about Isabel sending the best…” He pauses, making sure that you’re looking at him. “It applies to you too.”

Before you get the chance to even think of anything to say back, you hear one of the stage managers calling all the models and you know that it’s time to let go even though you don’t want to.

“I guess that’s me,” Seonghwa says.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Almost unwillingly he takes his hands out of yours and starts to walk away.

“Seonghwa!” You call out and he swiftly turns around. “You really are a star. You’ll be amazing.”

He smiles and you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you.”

With one last look, he goes. You’re left to wait out the rest of the show by yourself, lost in thoughts of why you feel the way you do now.

Seonghwa flops face first onto his bed and you can’t help but laugh a little. It was already two in the morning – only just returning to the hotel after a small afterparty with some of the other models.

“What time do we have to be up tomorrow?” His voice is muffled by his pillow but you still manage to hear him.

“You don’t need to set an alarm,” you tell him as you gather your items for a well needed shower.

“Ok then, what time is our flight?”

You hold back a snicker at the fact that he doesn’t know.

“We’re not leaving tomorrow, Hwa.”

He turns his head, confusion mixing with exhaustion as he stares you down.

“What do you mean?”

You walk over to his bed and pat him on the back, half to tease him and half in sympathy.

“Isabel has given you two days extra to recover. You don’t have anything you need to do tomorrow or anywhere you need to go. And to be honest, I think you deserve it.”

He’s taking some time to process the news, so you make your way to the bathroom. You can hear him call out before you close the door.

“You deserve it too!”

Again, you feel your heart do a little jump in your chest but you choose to ignore it this time.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve put up with you this whole time!”

Before he gets the chance to retort back, you shut the door.

By the time you’re finished in the bathroom, you come back to find Seonghwa already asleep. As gently as you can, you pull a blanket over him and in a moment of mild madness, you press a kiss to his head.

“Sleep tight, my Star.”

~

There’s the distant sound of something ringing but it’s faint. You roll over, pulling the blankets closer to your chin. There are the sounds of someone shuffling around the room however it’s still far away as you drift back towards dreamland. You never get to reach it though.

It starts as a gentle shake on your shoulder and the calling of your name. Trying your best to ignore it, you keep your eyes shut. The shaking gets more and the name calling gets louder. Still, you hold fast. It’s only when you feel the full weight of a certain someone’s body that you admit defeat and venture to open your eyes.

“What do you want?” You ask, voice groggy.

“We need to go.”

His voice is rather close to your ear and you can’t tell if you like it or not.

“Why? What happened?”

The weight is removed and he helps you to sit up in your bed.

“Because we’re going shopping!”

Seonghwa is far too chirpy for someone who worked so hard. With your arm linked through his, he practically drags you down the street to a predetermined destination – the name of which, you aren’t privy to. It had taken some convincing to get you out of your bed not even half an hour ago, however when you had looked into Seonghwa’s big, pleading eyes, you’d found yourself caving very quickly.

“Almost there!” He sings, smile growing bigger by the second.

There’s something about him that’s different today. Sure, he looks the same, he sounds the same, and he still holds himself with the same poise as always. It’s as though his aura has changed – he’s lighter, freer. It’s him when he’s not working, and until now you’ve just never seen it.

“Tada!” Seonghwa’s voice rings out from next to you, as he turns you to face the place he’s been dying to get to.

“A Lego shop,” you deadpan. “You dragged me out of bed, on my day off, to come to a Lego shop with you.”

“Not just any Lego shop!” He moves to stand in front of you, as if making eye contact with you might make you change your opinion on the ordeal. You don’t like the fact that it just might.

“It’s a special Lego shop,” Seonghwa tells you. “We’re going to make custom mini figure keychains!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you confess.

He takes your hand and leads you inside.

“Don’t worry, you’ll soon find out!”

You lose the battle of paying your half at the till, which makes the model even more smug as he takes you with him into the shop where tables filled with buckets of small, plastic bricks await. He talks the whole time about his collection of builds back at home and his favourite pieces. He mentions something about Star Wars Lego and you can’t help but think one word:

‘Nerd.’

“Ok, so we’re going to start with the legs,” Seonghwa says, making you to stand in front of one of the tables. “I think I’m going to do myself when I’m on the runway.”

“Should I do myself as well then?” You ask, cautiously scratching through the assortment of legs.

“Yes! That would be fun!” He says gleefully before backtracking. “I mean… only if you want to, though.”

With a shake of your head, you start your journey to recreate yourself in miniature form, which immediately puts Seonghwa in a good mood. Together, the two of you sort your way through the various options, giving your opinions on the other’s figure. The model is very decisive while you take your time and weigh up what would be best – that is until you come to the hair.

“I don’t know if I should do long hair or short hair.” Seonghwa sighs dramatically, holding the two choices in his hand. “You decide for me.”

“Jeepers, no pressure or anything!” You tease, watching as he stumbles over his words trying to make you feel better.

“No, you’re right, I’m sorry. I can choose, I just…”

“Hwa.”

The call of his name quietens him immediately; he looks up at you with those same big eyes as before. Curse your heart for skipping a beat.

“I’d pick the long hair.” You tell him. “It’s more what you’re known for and this look won’t last forever; it’s going to grow out soon enough.”

Seonghwa doesn’t even take a second to think about it before flicking the short hair back into the bucket from where it came, and placing the longer hair option on the yellow Lego head.

“You’re right, this looks like me.” He smiles at you. “Thank you.”

You try to play it off, just shrugging a shoulder before turning back to your own figure who remains bald.

“Well considering I picked your hair, I think it’s only fair that you get to pick mine.”

Your friend just about bounces up and down before diving into the pile.

“Oh, I know just the one for you!”

It’s not too long before both of you have your figures finished and attached to keychains. A souvenir from the trip – one that you know you’ll really cherish. Once outside the shop, Seonghwa insists that you take pictures to commemorate the occasion, and of course you oblige. There are selfies of the two of you, ones where he’s standing and you’re holding his keychain so it looks like they’re standing together and he does the same for you. There’s one cute one of just your hands holding the mini figures close to each other – this one soon becomes your phone wallpaper.

“Wait, I have an idea,” Seonghwa says as you walk back to the hotel. “But you can say no if you want to.”

“Well, I can’t say no until you tell me what it is,” you counter.

He deliberately ignores your comment and it makes you laugh a little.

“I was going to suggest that we swap keychains, but now I’m not so sure…”

“You want a mini me?” You query, not opposed to the idea but still confused.

“Yeah.” He confesses. “You really helped to calm me down last night. And it was really nice to go to a show with just us. I think that… you know what, never mind.”

“Hey!” You place yourself right in his path, holding out your hand. “Give me my mini model. I need someone to look at while I design your runway piece. Don’t forget that you promised me you’d ask Isabel.”

Seonghwa beams like the sun as he happily gives you his keychain and you place yours into the palm of his hand.

“Now we’ll remember this trip forever!” He announces.

You’re certain that you would’ve remembered this trip even without the souvenirs; this day with Seonghwa has made a permanent home in your heart.

~

As much as you enjoyed the time away, it is good to be home and in a familiar environment again. You realise that you even missed the smell of Isabel’s studio as you step inside, taking a deep breath before making your way to her office and knocking on the door. The sharp voice of your boss tells you to come inside and you quickly oblige.

“Good morning, Isabel!” You say, placing her coffee on her desk.

“Morning, we have lots to do for this week, so we must start immediately.”

You’re taken aback by the rashness of the way she’s speaking to but you’re not sure way you feel that way. Maybe you’d hoped that she would ask about your time at Lugar de la Rosa, even just as a curtesy, or enquire about how Seonghwa did during the show. That she would acknowledge that you were gone but despite that, that you still did everything you needed to do for her as well as take care of her Star. Any sort of recognition for anything that had happened in the past week and a half.

Instead, she starts to tell you about all the odd jobs that need doing, which companies you need to call. You sit down and take notes, returning once more to your role as her assistant.

The day continues with you suspended in this strange limbo – by all accounts, things should be normal but there’s still an air of uncertainty between you and Isabel that seems to wrap more tightly around you as the day goes on.

“Here are the photos from Seonghwa’s test run with Hanna,” you say, handing over the pictures that you’d just picked up from the printing company.

Isabel takes them from you, giving each of them a once over.

“I still can’t believe you let them cut my Star’s hair,” she says, stopping at one specific photo and scrutinizing it. “It’s going to take so long to grow out again.”

For the briefest of moments, your blood runs cold. You messed up. You were meant to look after him for Isabel but you let them…

‘Hold on, I didn’t let them do anything. It was by request of the designer,’ you think to yourself. ‘Did she expect me to fight Hanna on her choice for her model?’

Isabel doesn’t notice your inner crisis, continuing to go on about how if she’d known that it would happen, she would’ve sent another model instead and how next time you should check with her before you let them commit to such big changes.

For the rest of the day, you keep your head down and do only exactly what needs to be done; you don’t talk to Isabel unless it’s to answer a question. By the time you leave, you’re aching for someone to see you, to recognise your efforts.

You’re missing your friend.

You’re missing Seonghwa.

~

“Stop squirming!”

“Sorry.”

“You weren’t this wiggly with Hanna’s seamstresses, am I the problem?”

“No!”

In the chaos that was your apartment, you’d managed to clear enough floor space for both you and Seonghwa to coexist comfortably for as long as it took for you to get his measurements. It would be happening a lot faster if your model could just keep still for longer than five seconds.

“Then what’s the issue?”

You stand up and stare into his eyes. Seonghwa’s tongue darts out against his lip – his nervous habit, you’ve realised. There seems to be a debate happening inside of his head, but when nothing comes of it, you sigh and take a step back.

“Maybe we need a snack break,” you suggest, weaving your way to your kitchenette and pulling out an old biscuit tin which rattles happily with baked goods. Seonghwa follows the path you took and stands nearby.

“I, um… I thought your apartment would be neater,” he confesses. “You know, considering how you are at work.”

“It would be neater if I had more time and energy.” You take a cookie out of the tin before offering it to your guest; at first, he hesitates but he does stick his hand in eventually. “I use up all my physical resources doing things for Isabel that by the time I get home… I have nothing left to give.”

You do wish that your living space was neater: looking at the piles of fabric and patterns, a laundry basket that’s never found its way back to your bathroom, clean dishes that still haven’t been packed in their rightful homes.

“OK, that’s understandable,” Seonghwa says, still nibbling on his snack. “I live with other people so we can share the load.”

The two of you get lost in thought until he breaks the quiet again.

“Did you get the photo I sent you? Of the jewellery piece that I want to wear?”

You nod; you spent a great deal of time looking at it since he sent it, wanting to really highlight it regardless of what clothes you ended up putting the model in.

“Have you asked yet? About having my pieces in a show?”

He shakes his head, causing his hair to bounce.

“Not yet. But why don’t you do it? I’m sure she’d say yes to you.”

The grip you have on your biscuit tin tightens ever so slightly but Seonghwa doesn’t see it.

“She’s still upset with me about your haircut so I don’t think she’ll be taking requests from me any time soon.”

“But that was two months ago now!” He huffs; disbelief written all over his face. “Surely she can’t still be upset about something you had no say in.”

“Tell me about it.”

After taking one last cookie out, you pack the tin away before gesturing for Seonghwa to come with you back into your lounge where the measuring tape and notebook await you. He stands practically in the same spot he was in before the break and takes a deep breath, vowing to not squirm so much this time. You get back to it, measuring and jotting down the numbers.

“Lift your arms,” you tell him and he obliges, letting you easily slip the measuring tape behind his back only to then pull it tight across his chest. He feels exceptionally warm under your touch, even through his clothes.

“Are you ok?” You ask, one hand still against his chest. “You’re… hot.”

Seonghwa clears his throat as he blinks over and over, eventually averting his gaze to stare at your apartment wall, rather than look at you.

“Did I just fluster you?” You laugh, watching as the skin on his neck starts to turn red. “Did I just make the Park Seonghwa blush?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles and you know that his heart isn’t in his words.

“Oh, this is a day to remember,” you continue to tease as you write more into your notebook before slipping the tape down to his waist. “You’ll be hearing me talk about this at your wedding.”

You’re focusing again so you’re not sure you hear him properly, his voice soft as a breeze when he says:

“I hope that I do.”

~

Another two month of sewing and fitting sessions later, you feel confident that you have an outfit that will not only match the statement piece it was designed around, but also show off your skills as a designer while still being similar enough to Isabel’s that she’d had a hard time saying no to it being a part of her collection. Seonghwa had been patient throughout the whole ordeal, regardless of how many times you asked him to try something on, only for you to change it and need him to try it on again. He even brought around his roommates the one day to help you tidy up a little bit in your apartment stating that, “It’s easier with more people, right?” The pleased smile he had given you had made it impossible to say no.

On top of that, you continued your work under Isabel – running errands, booking meetings, picking up the coffee. You were finally starting to feel that things between her and you had gone back to normal and that made you excited to go into the studio again.

As you stood in the material shop, you fiddled with your keys, the little Lego man constantly ending up between your fingers. You could confidently say that Seonghwa was now your friend, a close friend even. All the time the two of you had spent together had brought you closer than you ever thought you could be with him – it was second nature to go and hug him when you saw him in the studio, or to go for walks with him once the day was over. He would ramble about his newest Lego build, or what new series he was watching, and you’d let him go on for ages. In turn, he listened when you prattled on about something that had happened in your day, or the annoying people you’d had to deal with.

“I’m not annoying, am I” He’d asked you one day, leading you through the park.

“Only when you don’t listen to me,” you’d joked, which then led to him chasing you down the footpath and wrapping his arms around you when he finally caught up.

“I always listen to you, that’s why I’m your favourite model to work with.”

Your trip down memory lane is interrupted as one of the retail workers hands over the cut of fabric that Isabel had ordered and you thank them before heading back to the boss.

What you don’t expect to see when you get there, is Seonghwa coming out of Isabel’s office. When you try and say hello, he avoids your eyes and mumbles a quick ‘hi,’ before disappearing out of the front door. By the time you call out again, it’s too late – he’s already gone. You shake off how weird that was, entering into Isabel’s office.

“Did you get what I asked for?” She queries before the door has even closed behind you.

“Yes, it’s all here.” You put down the fabric, as well as the other items you’d been sent to collect. “Is everything ok with Seonghwa?”

“That’s none of your business,” she snaps, causing your stomach to drop. “Don’t interfere with the models, they’re not your concern.”

You take a deep breath, holding back your emotions.

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen in the future.”

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Isabel moves swiftly along although her words are clipped and direct.

You’ve messed up again, and this time it truly is your fault.

~

Not only is Isabel being off with you, but so is Seonghwa, and it’s driving you mad. Whenever you enter the same room as him and try to talk to him like you’re used to doing, he gets awkward and barely says a word to you. You ask about meeting up after work and there’s always an excuse: I’m really tired today, my roommates and I are cleaning, I have plans with someone else.

Even worse, when you ask about if Seonghwa has spoken to Isabel about your agreement, he answers without really answering. He says that they’ve talked about it. That they came to a decision. But when you ask what the decision is, he doesn’t say anything, even though you’d given him your pieces to show Isabel in person. To add insult to injury, you’d organised for Isabel to meet with the creator of the jewellery brand that Seonghwa had shown you, and Isabel had even approved using some of their work in her next show – you knew that Seonghwa was going to be wearing the piece that he wanted because he got first pick. You’d kept your side of the bargain, yet you had no idea if he’d kept his.

As the days leading up to the next fashion show roll around, you bury yourself in keeping busy and keeping invisible. Numerous jobs pile up but you take them all, sacrificing sleep and meals in order to get it all done in time. Anything to stop you from thinking too hard about how your whole life feels as though it’s been thrown off kilter; anything to stop yourself from thinking that you should’ve stuck to your original plan when you went with Seonghwa. Not make friends, not have fun: work only. If only you’d stuck to that then you wouldn’t have befriended him, then things wouldn’t be weird between you and Isabel, and things wouldn’t be weird between you and Seonghwa.

If only he hadn’t forced you to go to the Lego shop with him because every time you looked at your keychain, your heart aches.

“Fifteen minutes!”

There’s nothing left for you to do. Even Isabel has told you so. There’s a quiet corner, away from everyone and out of their way, and that’s where you’ve put yourself. Thankfully, there’s still enough happening around you for your own thoughts not to take over - watching the models get their final touch-ups, the crew making sure all the equipment is in place. This should feel like home for you and yet your heart can’t help but constrict in your chest.

A group of model moves to stand in your line of sight and if sensing that you’re nearby, one of them looks in your direction.

Seonghwa looks beautiful, but then again, when doesn’t he? With his hair almost back to its old length, the subtle make-up and the necklace that he’d wanted to model for so long now, he was a walking dream. But as your eyes scanned over his body you realised why he’d been acting the way he had been towards you. Not a single item was yours. Everything on him was Isabel’s design and make – your clothes wouldn’t see the runway.

He breaks away from the group and comes to stand by you. For once, you wish that you really were invisible as you feel tears well in your eyes. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have phased you so much, but the exhaustion from not only working so hard but also the emotional distress you’d put yourself under was starting to surface.

“I’m sorry,” he says, swallowing at the lump in his throat. “I tried to get her to use one of your pieces but… She was adamant. And I didn’t know how to tell you…”

“It’s fine.” Your voice breaks and you hate yourself for it. “At least Isabel’s star got what he wanted… At least one of us wins.”

It’s a little cruel, even you know that but you can’t stop yourself.

“I guess that I was right then,” you continue, furiously wiping the stray tears that have started to run down your cheeks. “You are the favourite. She can do just fine without me, no matter what she said to you. And that’s ok. I’m just the assistant, I’m the nobody.”

Seonghwa is about to reach out to you when one of the crew call his name.

“We need you in line!”

When he looks back, you’re already walking away, and everything that he wanted to say dies on his tongue.

~

Never once since you started working for Isabel have you taken so much time off. Of course, there’d been the odd sick day or your off day with… him. But a full week that you took off of your own volition? Unheard of.

And yet there you were, finally sorting through the mess that your apartment had become during your time hiding from your feelings. You were well aware that you were just doing a different kind of hiding now but it didn’t stop you – you wanted to be away from both of them. No, you needed to be away from them. This was the only way that you were sure you could do that and the catharsis of throwing away useless things was starting to help you feel better already. You worked without stopping the whole morning, right until you could hear your stomach growling. Deciding that a break would be good, you pick up your phone to order something for yourself. What you don’t expect to see are the myriad of messages stacked one on top of the other.

‘I’m sorry, can we please talk?’

‘Are you coming in today?’

‘When will you be back? I really want to talk to you about everything.’

‘I understand that you’re angry with me, you have every right to be.’

‘Please just let me know that you’re ok.’

‘Isabel said that you took the week off. Can I come round later today?’

It looks like there’s a thousand more, all of the same calibre. You steel yourself and type one reply back to Seonghwa, whereafter you mute his chat.

‘We can talk when I’m back. I’ll be busy this week. Keep well.’

It’s day five of your break when someone knocks at your door, and you peel yourself away from your sewing machine in order to chase away whoever is on the other side. However, you don’t expect to find a delivery man, saying that he has a parcel for you and that you need to sign to say that you’ve received it.

“But I didn’t buy anything…” You tell him, thinking that there’s been a mistake.

“The description says it’s a gift, so I think someone got it for you,” he says, shoving the box into your arms. “Sign here please.”

You manage to do as he asks, turning inside and shutting the door behind you once he goes. Confusion and curiosity are flooding your veins as you sit on your couch and tear the package open with a pair of scissors. The first thing that catches your attention is a white envelope with your name on it; you take it out and set it aside for now. You take the next thing out of the box…

It's a Lego set. The picture on the outside shows you that it’s going to be a bouquet of red roses once it’s been built. You know immediately who this is from, and you decide to open the letter.

‘Before I say anything else, I have to tell you again that I’m sorry. I know that I could say it a thousand times over and it still wouldn’t be enough, but I have to try. And I know as well that maybe I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I will continue to ask for it until you tell me to stop. I made a promise to you, we made a promise together and I let you down in a way that was cruel and unfair, especially since you held up your side of the deal and it allowed me to do something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.

Even so, every step I took on that runway was ridden with guilt. I hated it. I’ve never hated being a model before but that night I learnt that anything you love can be tainted by your own stupid actions.

I know that to you I’m just your friend but to me you’re so much more. You’re someone I’ve come to admire: your quiet strength, your willingness to always do what needs to be done, your talent not only at designing but being able to lift me up when I feel at my lowest. To be frank, I’m hopelessly in love with you. No one I ever meet in my life from this point forward will ever compare to you.

I don’t expect you to return these feelings. The fact that I’m even telling you, even more so after what’s happened, is absurd. Even if nothing comes of this, I hope and pray that we can at least remain friends, if you’ll have me.

Sending all my heart

Your star,

Seonghwa.’

~

The last few rays of sunshine are still visible above the horizon when Seonghwa steps out of Isabel’s studio. He’s been completely out of his mind since sending the gift to you; so much so that everyone around him has told him that he’s not himself. He knows it, he feels it. Every fibre of his being is screaming at him to do something more about the state he’s in and yet, his head wins the fight every time. Seonghwa feels that he already crossed a line by sending you the gift and the letter, after you said you’d talk to him when you got back. He doesn’t want to ruin any sliver of a chance he might now have left by being even more of an idiot.

A deep and heartful sigh escapes the model’s lips as he closes the door behind him, ready to hail a taxi and return home to wallow. The sight in front of him stops him dead in his tracks. For a second, he contemplates pinching himself to make sure that he’s not dreaming.

“Hi,” you say, unsure of how he’ll react to you being there. “Do you have time to talk?”

Loosing all composure, Seonghwa rushes towards you and pulls you against him, his arms wrapping around you so tightly that you gasp for air. Despite how bone-crushing it is, you put your arms around him too and enjoy the calm that washes over you. You’ve missed him. The feeling of Seonghwa’s chest rising and falling erratically is the only way you know that he’s crying. You stay like that for some time, offering a comfort to each other that you’d both severely been lacking but had been too stubborn to admit all this time.

When you feel it’s right, you pull away but you don’t go too far.

“Can we go for a walk?” You ask softly, almost afraid that any noise too loud might frighten him away.

Seonghwa nods and he lets you take his hand, and lead the way forward.

“I don’t think I can completely forgive you just yet.”

The pair of you have already walked a full block in complete silence, however there’s things that you need to get off of your chest.

“I understand,” Seonghwa answers. His voice is still filled with tears but they don’t spill over anymore.

“But I think that with time,” you continue. “I’ll be able to get there.”

“I can wait as long as you need.”

The sun has fully set. Way out in the sky in front of you, you can see the first flicker of a star; a singular bright light in the midst of the darkness. You turn your head to look at Seonghwa. He really is your star; he’s your flicker of light in the darkness that you’d found yourself in. You don’t want that light to disappear.

“Can I ask a favour of you?”

He immediately stops walking and faces you.

“Of course, anything you ask.”

“I need help,” you admit, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Those roses you sent to me look really complicated to build and I don’t think I can do it on my own.”

“Really?” Seonghwa finally breaks into a smile, albeit a small one. “You want me to build it with you?”

“Well, you seem to have a lot of experience from what you’ve told me. And the last time I built Lego’s I was probably… I don’t know, eleven, so I’m a little out of practice.”

The small smile grows into a bigger one and there’s life in his eyes again.

“Of course I’ll help.”

Your heart swells as your star beams before your eyes.

~

It takes time and it’s slow at first. Everyday you’re a fraction closer to letting the whole thing go. In hindsight, you know that your emotions are what turned the whole situation into a bigger ordeal than what it probably was and you know that there will come a time when you will get your turn in the spotlight. Your designs will see a runway, even if it’s not today.

In the meantime, you and Seonghwa spend more time together. At the studio, when you aren’t running around, you gravitate towards him without thought. He brings you snacks throughout the day to make sure that you’ve got enough stamina to keep going. Short walks after work, going to café’s during your breaks, even going to his apartment to see the holy Lego builds collection – for which his roommates had given him complete hell for.

After a month and a half of working through your feelings, you know you’re ready for the next step.

“I still can’t belief that you haven’t built it yet!”

Across your dining room table, which is normally used for cutting patterns, is an assortment of containers holding little plastic bricks.

“I just got busy. And so did you!”

You and Seonghwa sit side by side. He has the instructions laid out between the two of you and the almost-finished bouquet sits a little awkwardly in front of you. The building of the roses had basically become a process where Seonghwa would find the right piece, hand it to you, tell where to put it, and you’d do as he said. It was surprisingly fun.

“You could’ve built it on your own,” he states, handing you another block. “I wouldn’t have minded.”

“I know but the point was that we built it together.” You click the brick into place, the sound satisfying to your ear. “I wanted to build it with you.”

The model locates the next one and hands it to you, pointing where it must go.

“That sounds… almost like… Never mind.” He stares intently at the instruction booklet, licking his bottom lip.

“Like what?” You prompt, watching as he avoids your gaze. “Like a date?”

You have to hold back your smile as he stutters and coughs – a complete departure from who he is on the runway. He mutters something about how you’re the one that said it, not him.

“Seonghwa.” You put your hand on his and he finally falls quiet. “Would it be so bad if it was a date?”

You think that maybe you’ve overstepped when there’s no reaction from him. Very quickly though you’re proven wrong as Seonghwa lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles, and your heart starts to beat faster.

“A Lego date with you is literally a dream come true,” he manages to say, a shy smile appearing on his face.

It’s now your turn to be a bumbling mess as you hide behind your free hand, listening to how he laughs at your behaviour.

“Hey, don’t hide your pretty face from me now!” Seonghwa teases.

“You’re the pretty one,” you mumble. “You’re literally a model.”

With some gentle coaxing, Seonghwa manages to take both of your hands in his own.

“Maybe.” He tells you, leaning ever closer. “But I’m also your star, don’t forget that.”

The space between you closes and he kisses you.

~

It was no secret within the studio that you and Seonghwa were now an item – your boyfriend having announced it to everyone the day after the Lego date had made it hard to keep it under wraps. Although you couldn’t deny the sheer joy you felt walking through the door hand in hand with him when you got the chance. With another show looming around the corner, time was scarce to spend with him, so any spare second when you were not running around like a headless chicken, and when Seonghwa wasn’t being fitted for a new outfit, the pair of you would take that precious time and just be with each other. Those around seemed to not mind considering who the two of you were to the studio. Everyone, except one.

Though you were tired, you drag yourself into Isabel’s office, coffees in hand. Your boss was sat in silence, not even greeting you as you come in.

“Good morning,” you initiate the conversation.

Isabel hums ‘hello’ taking the coffee as soon as you set it down on her desk; her attention is on the array of papers in front of her and she gives you no thanks for your efforts.

Your relationship with her had been weighing on you heavily for a while and the thought of continuing in such an undefined way was starting to take its toll on you.

Enough was enough.

“Isabel, we please need to talk.”

“Can it wait? I’m very focused here…”

“No, it can’t.”

You surprise not only your boss but also yourself with how steadfast you are. Isabel finally looks up from her work – her gaze is scrutinizing. You take a deep breath.

“I don’t know exactly what it is that I’ve done but I don’t deserve to be treated like this,” you state, standing up a little taller. “If it’s about what happened with Seonghwa and him asking to model my pieces, it’s water under the bridge to me, even though I’d still like to know the reason why you said no.”

Isabel doesn’t say a word, so you take your cue to continue.

“If it’s about what happened with Hanna and Seonghwa’s hair, then I truly am not sorry. Respectfully, at the end of the day, it was his choice whether to follow through with it or not, and he, being an amazing model, did what he thought was right. I know you sent me to make sure that your star was treated well, and he was. But that was not something I could stop.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you make your final point.

“But more than any of those, I deserve to be seen by you. I work like a dog on your behalf because I love fashion and I love design. But you never let me know when my efforts are appreciated. Perhaps you’ve told them to other people but it means nothing if I will never hear it directly from you. If you feel that I’m too outspoken now, then after the upcoming show I’ll put in my resignation letter. I don’t want to be a ghost anymore.”

You can feel your legs shaking as you stand but your heart feels a thousand times lighter now that it’s all out of your system.

Isabel places her coffee cup on the desk.

“It’s not that your designs weren’t good enough to be on the runway,” she says, voice even. “They were very good. Excellent even. They deserved their own show, or at least their own moment to shine.

“I just… you tailored him so well. I…” Isabel pauses, wrestling with her own words. “I must now admit that I was jealous of your work. I felt that because he was my Star, I would know him the best. But then here you came, with an eye for something that I couldn’t see. It’s as though you were made to design for him.”

As her words wash over you, it doesn’t feel like real life; tears even prick at your eyes. How could the Isabel Silvain have been jealous over you? You were just her…

“And I’m sorry,” Isabel continues, now standing up too to look you properly in the eye. “For how I’ve been treating you. Both recently and in the past. I know that I’ve never told you but I wouldn’t survive without you. You do the work of ten people and you’ve never once complained or told me that you couldn’t do something. That week that you took off, I nearly fell apart.”

She laughs but you can just make out that she too is crying.

“I’ve been trying to avoid admitting to you that I need you more than you need me,” Isabel says with a shaky voice. “I am truly, deeply sorry.”

Hastily, you try to brush away the tears on your cheeks as you tell her ‘Thank you’. Isabel makes her way around her desk and stands next to you, her arms open. You embrace her and you both laugh and cry; finally putting to bed months and months of anguish.

“Seonghwa may be my Star,” she says. “But you are my Sun. Without you, none of us would survive.”

~

It’s still slightly surreal to walk hand in hand with Seonghwa, especially as you arrive for the runway show. His hands always feel warm in yours and you wonder if he’s naturally like that or if he’s only like that when you’re around.

“Are you excited for tonight?” He asks, out of the blue.

“Not much for me to be excited about really,” you tell him. “Other than seeing you dressed up, of course. That’s always a treat.”

The faintest dusting of pink coats his nose and cheeks; his eyeline goes to his feet as he smiles. Making him flustered always boosts your ego.

“I’m… flattered.” Casually, Seonghwa lifts his hand, bringing yours with to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. “Tonight may bring some excitement after all. You just never know.”

The pair of you walk through the backstage door and immediately the feeling of restlessness that you’ve come to know so well hits you.

You turn to face Seonghwa, still hand in hand.

“I doubt it.” You lean in and kiss him properly on the lips. “Good luck out there. Not that you really need it but at least it makes me feel like I’m helping.”

“It helps a lot, I promise.” He swiftly pecks your lips as he steals another kiss. “And good luck to you too.”

You roll your eyes playfully at him.

“I’m not the one going on the runway, you dork.”

Seonghwa smiles sheepishly before saying his goodbyes to you, saying that he’ll see you later.

“Fifteen minutes!”

People swiftly move past you, some giving you a curt nod of the head which takes you by surprise. This was normally when you’d be completely in visible to everyone. Suddenly, people were taking notice of you.

“My sunshine!” Isabel’s voice breaks through the noise. “I’ve been looking for you!”

You hastily make your way to her, hoping beyond all hopes that you haven’t forgotten anything for today.

"You’re watching the show from the front today,” she informs you, a wide smile on her face. “I think it’s time you got to see the results of all your hard work.”

You freeze where you stand. Never have you ever watched a show from the front – you’re always backstage, just in case something goes wrong or Isabel needs you. She must be able to see how you’re fighting yourself about this.

“Everything will be ok,” Isabel says, taking you by the arm. “Today you can relax.”

“Um… ok. But I need to tell…”

“He already knows.”

She smiles coyly before leading you away from the chaos you’re used to, and out through a side door into the audience. Your boss guides you to a seat right near the end of the catwalk, in the very front row. There’s a ‘reserved’ sign with your name on it and you wonder how long she’s been planning this little stunt. How long has Seonghwa known too?

Once you’re comfortably seated, Isabel disappears backstage again.

You feel out of place here. There’s people that you’ve only ever heard of around you – fashion critics, magazine reporters, other designers. You spot Hanna in the crowd and she gives you a friendly wave which you eagerly reciprocate.

The lights start to dim and the room falls quiet. You target your eyes on where you know the models will enter from as a voice over the speaker welcomes you all to the event. The music kicks in and the show starts.

Surprisingly, you find yourself relaxing as model after model comes out – you note the outfits that you’d seen sketches of, or material that you had to collect. It’s as though you enter a trance watching piece after piece come out, the models having their turn to walk before disappearing backstage again. This is your happy place. You can feel your passion for the art burning inside of your chest. This is why you wanted to design, to create. You’re so lost in your own happy thoughts that you don’t realise how quickly the time is going by. It’s only when your see your boyfriend step out under the stage lights that you come to.

Seonghwa takes your breath away, like he always does when he models. His face is set, sharp features beautifully highlighted. But what makes your heart stop from shock is when you realise what he’s wearing. It’s not Isabel’s work. None of the pieces are.

It’s yours.

The outfit that you had painstaking designed and made for him, and him alone, is on the runway in front of your very eyes. He even has the necklace that you designed the piece for hanging around his neck. Seonghwa looks perfect; the outfit looks perfect.

Your star continues to walk, stopping right in front of you but never looking at you, like the professional he is. But for the briefest of moments before he turns around, his eyes lock with yours. You can’t hold back as happy tears quietly slip down your cheeks. Seonghwa walks away and disappears backstage.

You waste no time once the show is over, fighting against the sea of people to get to behind the scenes. Once you make it, the hustle and bustle of people starting to undo all their hard work is barely a concern to you as you look around, searching for one face among the many. You spot Isabel first though and you realise that you have a million questions that you want to ask her. Forcing your way to her, she hugs you upon seeing you.

“Surprise, my sunshine!” She says with a laugh. “What did you think? Did you enjoy the show?”

You start to laugh as well, still feeling a little overwhelmed by emotion.

“Why?”

Out of all the thoughts running through your head, it’s the only one that makes sense to ask.

Isabel holds you at arm’s length, making sure that she can see you properly. You can see pride in her eyes.

“Because I wanted to show you how thankful I am to you. That I see you and everything that you do. You are not invisible to me. And now you won’t be invisible to anyone else either.”

It can’t be stopped as more happy tears escape your eyes. This was more than you could’ve ever expected.

“You should definitely thank your Star though,” she tells you, her gaze going over your shoulder. “He was the one who suggested it.”

You follow her eyeline; turning to see the person you’d been searching for.

Seonghwa is quick to catch you as you practically throw yourself into his arms. It feels so natural to be with him, against him – the world around you fades to nothing as you hold each other.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to keep my promise,” he tells you, kissing the top of your head. “I hope that it was worth it though.”

You squeeze your arms tighter around him and he does the same. When you feel like you can’t hold him any tighter, you let go only to press your lips against his. He smiles ever to subtly as you do.

“Did you ask Isabel to do this?”

You haven’t moved that far away from him; you don’t think you ever want to.

“I suggested it as a way to show her appreciation for you.” He sounds a little bit smug but you couldn’t care less right now.

You kiss him again and he lifts you off of your feet, your body soaring as much as your heart is.

“I think I love you,” you confess when your finally touch ground again. “No, scratch that. I do love you. I love you so much, my Star.”

You both giggle like school children at the confession but it feels so right.

“I love you too, my Sunshine,” he tells you, resting his forehead against yours. “More than you could possibly know.”