#Stylish Reception Desks

[officemaster-ae]

9 Decoration Tips for a Stylish and Conducive Workplace

9 Decoration Tips for a Stylish and Conducive Workplace

As the economy rockets, more and more businesses are built. With this boom is that the increase in numbers of business owners trying to find ways to form their offices not only aesthetically engaging, but beneficial to everyone within the business. If you're one in all of them, here are 9 beautification tips for a trendy and conducive office.

If you thought that color does not affect the way you behave, think again. There were relevant studies suggesting that colors do affect behavior. You definitely want to choose colors for your walls and other embellishments that are relaxing, like green and blue. This is to discourage unwanted vibes, which colors like orange or red may put out. The color white can also be a good option if you want to convey cleanliness, especially when properly blended with other bright colors.

Appropriate Lighting

The key to having an appropriate lighting system is to identify where you will be spending most of your time in the office. You should have the ability to adjust them whenever possible. And most importantly, it should not cause you additional irritation, like glare or unwanted shadows, which may irritate your eyes as you pursue work. For you to endure stressful work and be as productive, you need to be supported by a lighting system that not only improves the view of the environment but cradles your one most important asset at work like a baby, your eyes.

Ergonomic Chairs

A chair is your one most important companion while at work. Without this office furniture, attending to work assignments might just be two times harder. But you need not just any random chair. It needs to be ergonomic, sturdy, adjustable, and of course, modish. Aside from it should support your back with optimum comfort; it needs to match aesthetically to your desk and to the office environment you are trying to create.

Suitable Desks

Office Desks are created for different purposes. Before visiting furniture stores to grab desks for your office, it is important to identify first the type of activities they will be used for. The key is to match the desks to appropriate activities. Thus, there should be a separate desk for every distinct activity, such as a reception desk for entertaining and consulting with clients and a modular office desk for computing and paper works. Also, desks should be placed in bright areas, ideally close to a window with curtains that are able to filter the light.

Persona

While it is vital to have an office arrangement that conveys a professional attitude, it should feel like home too. To achieve both, try incorporating decorative features that speak about your character. Perhaps you have a team-building photo that can be a perfect framed-piece to suspend on one of the walls. Keep this effort minimal though as it might overshadow the competence you want to communicate with your arrangement.

File Storage System

Papers could become unmanageable, particularly when your work is too demanding that you have no time to keep them tidy. In cases like this, a file storage system is of most used, especially when they come with drawers or lockable doors. Storage cabinets are great for keeping an orderly and neat work area.

Functional Chic Accessories

Sometimes, accessories are the ones that ruin the consistency of an office interior design. Before it hits yours, you should be able to pick accessories that not only are functional but have colors and styles that agree to your ideal office setup. The waste paper basket, file holders, side tables, and others have their own unique design. Thus, the key to achieving a coherent office design is combining all of the fittingly.

Relaxation Area

At work, sometimes we need a break. And when we do, it needs to be done in a comfortable area to allow us to relax completely. If the office space allows it, dedicate a sitting area with comfy couches. If you like, add a component for some music. You can actually add anything in this area that can help you lower down the stress before heading back to work.

Office Space Plan

Having a gorgeous office environment is not enough. You need to also be able to move freely as well as reach easily the things you need while at work, if possible without you having to stand up and walk. Thus, crafting a space plan ahead allows you to, strategically, place things around, resulting to a work area that highly supports productivity.

While these tips can help you achieve a conducive yet stylish home office, dictating the atmosphere of the workplace is also significant to a productivity boost. So, crack a joke with your colleagues whenever you feel comfortable. Or, if you are alone at your home office, fire up jokes recording in the background to lighten up your heavy day. Nothing beats the efficiency of someone working with a smile on his face.

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 28.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings In This Chapter: Use Of A Sex Toy, Lactation Kink, Degradation, Daddy Kink, Begging, Sex Over A Desk, Bratty!OC, Dom!Yoongi, Mentions Of The Color System, Sex Against A Window, Exhibitionism, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie, Insecure!Yoongi

A/N: I’m back from vacation. Here is your weekly dose of Yoongles. Also big ups to my ladies @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna​. Love yall.

Why do people even get married? If you had it your way you would just get married at City Hall with your parents and best friends. But getting married to a CEO is never that easy. Combine that with your raging hormones, sore back and ankles, and your overbearing, over the top best friend… it's all a bit much to handle. Not to mention now that everyone knows who you are, you have eyes on you at all times.

Although, you know how happy Yoongi is about all of this. You can see how he radiates joy with each step as you walk hand in hand together out in public. That pretty much makes it all worth it.

"I'm allergic to coconut," Yoongi breathes out, pushing the plate of wedding cake in front of him away.

You hum in agreement, leaning back into the plush armchair.

"They're all so good, I don't know what to pick." you say truthfully, looking over the multitude of wedding cake samples that are spread across the exorbitantly large dining room table.

"Well, you have… twenty minutes to figure it out." Leena notifies you from the other end of the room.

"You know, you're like a drill sergeant or something," you murmur.

You can hear Yoongi's gentle snigger when she narrows her eyes at you. "My perfect, amazing, gorgeous best friend is only getting married once. It has to be the event of a lifetime. So strap in and call me General Matrimony."

"Hear, hear." your fiance agrees smothering your cheek with a kiss.

"In my opinion the double chocolate fudge with marshmallow Swiss buttercream is the best." Leena decides, pointing to the cake in the middle of the table.

"Too sweet." you and the CEO reply at the same time.

She sneers at your combined cuteness.

"Are we trying to be disgustingly decadent or classy?" Yoongi quips to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

Leaning your temple against him, your cheeks puff out in thought. "Disgustingly classy?"

Leena points at you with her gold pen. "Love that."

The CEO snorts loudly, running the tip of his nose over your temple.

"If we're being disgustingly classy, we should do the chocolate chiffon cake with the light white raspberry filling." you announce, pointing at the cake in front of you.

"That was really good," Yoongi agrees, planting his hand on your protruding stomach.

Leena looks up at you over her clipboard impressed. "If I knew you were gonna turn into some hoity toity queen, Miss Thing -- I would have shoved you at Yoongi a long time ago." she jeers.

You roll your eyes with a laugh before wincing at a kick that's just a bit too tender on the ribs.

"Honggi. Relax, buddy." Yoongi mutters in your direction.

You had decided on a name last night. It honestly didn't take you long at all. You and your fiance are always on the same page.

Honggi is a powerful name and Yoongi's son should have that prowess and power behind him.

Yoongi came to love the simple word almost immediately and even when you were drifting off to sleep, you could hear the CEO murmuring semblances of the name.

When Leena looks over you both, her sharp and intense features begin to soften. "God, you guys are cute. It's fucking disgusting." she whines, sipping her champagne.

Shaking his head with a laugh your soon-to-be husband seems to agree. "I'm not the one who brings the cuteness here." he chirps, running his thumb in loving strokes over your distended skin.

Leena gives you a moment or two to calm down before hardening her gaze and tapping the famed clipboard with her pen. "Floral arrangements, come on folks! We don't have time!"

"Wedding tyrant." Yoongi breathes playfully, earning a snort from you.

"Good morning, Sir." Shea calls to Yoongi as he gets out of the elevator.

"Hey, Shea. Mornin'." the CEO mutters, running his fingers through his perfectly styled hair.

It was no secret that after the unfortunate incident with his mother, you started to despise Kira. You never said anything of course, you were too kind for that. But Yoongi knew, he always knows. So he did what he thought was best and let her go. He did however give her a gigantic 'keep quiet' sum of money as well as having her sign a NDA. He wasn't about to let the woman that's kept him company many times throughout many years go blabbering at the mouth due to being disgruntled.

"You have two meetings today and then after lunch you have a few contracts to sign." Shea explains.

Yoongi likes that she's strictly business. And more importantly, she doesn't look at him like he's a piece of meat on sale at the butchers.

"Thanks." he breathes, picking up his coffee from the reception desk.

"Oh! And your fiance called!" she beams.

He knows she's a fan of your artwork and just the mention of you has both of them smiling like idiots. Nothing like simping to start off the day.

"Oh? Is she okay?" he inquires, pulling out his phone.

"She said she's bringing you lunch, so don't eat." Shea instructs.

He hums thoughtfully. "Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky. Huh?" he quips, heading towards his office.

The day goes by slower and slower with each passing minute. He equates it to being away from you and his son if he's being honest.

The meetings are all the same. Boring and tedious with glasses of whisky to take the boredom even slightly away.

The old men that seem to run the company beneath him have more to say about the project managers than their own jobs. It's almost baffling.

But when Yoongi gets the solace of being in his exorbitantly large office again on his own, he finds peace there.

Shea wasn't too forthcoming with just how many contracts he has to sign and the stack of them on his desk makes his eye twitch.

"God, when is lunch?" he breathes, turning around in his large chair to look at the sonogram painting of his son you so artfully created.

Digging into his suit pocket, he looks for the trusty gold pen he uses to sign documents -- but he feels something else first. It's small, fitting in his palm and his eyebrows furrow. When he pulls it out, he can't say he isn't confused.

You did pick out his suit this morning, much like you do every morning but he's never had a remote in his pocket before.

Picking up his phone, he's immediately intrigued.

The phone rings loudly in his ear and suddenly he's forgotten all about work.

"Hello?"

"Little dove." his voice sounds confused and playful at best.

He examines the small black remote, having no idea what on Earth it's for.

"Yeah?" you quip back.

"I found a remote in my pocket. Any idea why?" he prods, his eyebrows flickering up expectantly.

The hum of uncertainty you give makes him all the more curious.

"No. Why is there a remote in your pocket? Did you take the garage remote instead of your car key?" you inquire.

It's simply ridiculous but now he's questioning himself. "What? No! Then how would I have gotten to work?"

He presses the 'On' button and flips it over in his hand expectantly.

"Oh God," you whisper softly.

"You okay? Is Honggi kicking a lot?" Yoongi asks, putting down the remote to give you his full attention.

"N-No. I was just surprised. I'm in the car, now on my way over to your office."

Your voice sounds breathless and strange all at once and for the first time… probably ever -- Yoongi doesn't take it sexually. "You better tell Minho to be careful driving, you hear me?"

"Mhm." you gasp softly.

"Well if you didn't put this thing in my pocket, I don't know how it got here then." Yoongi murmurs, pushing more buttons on it curiously.

"Oh my God, Minho drive faster!" you squeak out.

The CEO is completely at odds with what's happening. "You alright?" he inquires curiously.

"I just really need to… pee." you babble.

You sound dazed and lost, even needy all of a sudden.

"I'm sure. Honggi is getting big." your fiance agrees, drawing imperfect shapes on his desk with the tip of his finger.

"I'm here. I'll be right up, Daddy." you whimper, hanging up on him.

He pulls the phone away from his ear, eyebrows completely furrowing. "What's wrong with her?" he bleats.

He's signed a total of three documents by the time you make it upstairs.

Just hearing your sweet voice interacting with Shea in the far distance sends his heart absolutely pounding with excitement. Seeing you sometimes gives him the adrenaline of bungee jumping or cliff diving.

When the doors of his office burst open, he can't help the gummy smile that spreads over his features.

He takes in your attire and suddenly he's confused. You're wearing a stylish black trench coat that flourishes out at the bottom, but he can't see the dress you're wearing beneath it.

"What dress are you wearing that doesn't cover your mid thighs?" he asks, pushing back his desk chair to stand up tall.

Your fingers are shaking and you hurriedly slam the door shut. When you lock the both of you inside his large office, he knows something is weird.

"Y/N?"

Turning around to him with your back flush to the door, he can see how colored your cheeks are. Your lips are parted like your gasping for breath and your eyes are low with lustful intentions.

He finds something in his gut stirring at the sight of you.

"Baby? You okay?" he prods, rounding his desk.

Your fingers fumble with the belt around your belly which keeps the trenchcoat in place.

It's almost amusing how flustered you are.

You don't seem to be in any pain and Yoongi takes this all in as strange.

He leans back against the desk, waiting patiently for you to reply.

"I'm fine!" you assure him, shoving open the coat.

If his eyes could widen any larger, they'd probably pop out of his head.

You stand before him, scantily clad in thin, lace lingerie.

"Baby!" he gawks, rushing towards you to cover you up.

He can't help the way his cock begins to stir below the belt at the sight of you.

"What're you doing?" he hisses, gripping both sides of the trench coat.

You whimper gently, hooking your hand around his neck to pull him down to your height. He allows you to kiss him, he can feel the fervent need coming from your lips. His hands slowly slide from the coat to beneath it, feeling the soft skin of your belly.

"Want you," you gasp, pulling one of his hands between your thighs.

He can feel the vibrations against his fingertips and it all makes sense now. He groans loudly, pulling you back in for a fierce and passionate kiss.

His teeth nibble gently at your bottom lip and in all honesty, he's astounded by your forwardness. It's rare to see you like this but when your hormones are raging and in charge of your brain… who is he to stop you?

"You naughty little dove." he jeers, pulling you towards his desk.

"What's got you so playful today?" he inquires, pushing the multitude of contract folders aside.

He helps you up onto the desk, spreading your legs with a wanton groan.

The clit and g-spot vibrating sex toy you had recently spoken about sits between your sodden pussy lips. Yoongi can see how wet you are through the thin lingerie and it makes his heart beat faster at the sight.

"Just wanted to," you whimper, spreading your legs wider.

Stepping between your limbs, his hands can't seem to separate from your soft skin. Reluctantly, he leaves your belly to tug down the cups of your bra. Your breasts spring out, swaying and dribbling milk languidly.

"You're leaking milk in public, like a little cum slut."

His dominance is overwhelming to your senses and you can only nod fervently in agreement.

"I'm your cum slut. I'm yours." you babble, wrapping your hand around his tie and pulling him towards you.

It's not like this extreme horniness has come from nowhere. In fact, you've been in pain from kicks and punches from your growing son for a week or so now and the one day you don't feel any pain at all -- the most pressing horniness you've ever felt has overcome you.

His lips are soft and warm against yours. They draw you in like a fly to honey and you're enraptured with the man you're in love with.

"I never thought you'd turn up at my office like this, little dove." Yoongi murmurs, pressing soft kisses to the column of your neck.

"I'm so horny, I'm going to pass out!" you complain, reaching for his belt.

He can hear the sheer neediness in your voice and it sends him into overdrive.

"I'll take care of you, baby girl. Don't worry." he assures you, cupping your breasts and gingerly swiping his thumbs across your leaking nipples until you're sobbing with relief.

"D-Daddy!" you whine, unbuckling his belt.

The way your voice peaks makes his eyes immediately rise to the double doors of his office.

"You're gonna have to be a little quieter for me, babe. I'm at work." he murmurs, kissing your lips softly.

You whimper, giving him an understanding nod.

"Good girl," your fiance praises, wrapping his lips around your nipple.

Your hand cups your mouth when you gasp loudly. Shaking like a leaf, your body is quite literally vibrating with sexual need.

He sighs gently against you, adoring you for all you're worth. One hand pinches and rolls your forsaken nipple while the other caresses your stomach.

The vibrating with you seems to only get faster and you're so stimulated that fat tears of pleasure begin to roll down your cheeks.

"Feels good, little dove?" Yoongi coos around your nipple, enmeshing his fingers into the sides of your underwear. In mere seconds it becomes strings in his hands. He groans against your skin gently, tucking your destroyed undergarments into his suit pants pocket.

"S-So good! Fuck," you moan, shoving down his pants.

The sight before you has you licking your lips expectantly. His cock is already throbbing with need and it's a welcome sight.

One thing you can always count on with Yoongi is his complete and utter patience when it comes to pleasing you. His cock could be fucking purple with need and he would still take his time making sure you're satisfied first.

His fingers run over the smooth silicon of the sex toy and he shivers visibly at the vibrations. "How's it feel, baby? You like the new toy?" he inquires, kissing over the valley of your breasts.

You hum in agreement, lifting your hips slightly begging him to touch you.

You can feel your veins coursing with white hot pleasure, it feels like electricity firing through every pore in your body.

When his fingers slide over your opening, he can't help but choke on a moan. "God, your cunt is soaked. Shit." he curses, dipping a finger into your heat.

"You're gaping for my cock, Jesus Christ." he breathes out.

Yoongi knows he probably isn't going to last long. It's been awhile since you've fucked and his hand is nothing compared to being inside of you. Combine that with the new vibrator inside you, it's definitely going to be a tough feat.

"Fuck me over the desk like an animal!" you beg of your soon-to-be husband.

His eyes seem to widen at your forwardness but he can't say he doesn't love it.

"Anything for you, baby girl."

Your whimpers of anticipation have his bottom lip tucking tightly between his teeth.

"How'd I get so lucky to have such a gorgeous woman as my wife? Huh?" he whispers, running his hands over your back and sides.

You don't answer him, only pushing your hips back and wiggling your ass to show just how needy you are.

"I'm coming baby, relax." he promises, palming both globes of your ass in hand.

Your breathing is shallow and your mind is swimming as you wait for him. The vibrations against your most sensitive parts feel so amazing, so raw but it's not enough -- you want his consent to cum. You need it.

Yoongi picks up the small remote, testing the speeds and he realizes which you like more depending on your breathing and small moans. He's toying with you right now, enjoying the obscene amounts of arousal dripping down your soft, fleshy thighs.

His eyes are focused on your cunt, watching from behind as it twitches and spasms around the small device inside of you.

"Daddy, please!" you whine, lifting your head to look back at him.

When you do look back, you see his cock flat on his palm. He pumps it in hand a few times, cursing gently at the sight before him.

"Aren't you just a pretty little pregnant whore for me?" he quips, running his hand from your back to cup your stomach.

The weight of your belly in his hand has him almost in a frenzy then. Pressing the weeping head of his cock to your entrance, his lips press into a thin, hard line when he feels the vibrating sensations flow through him.

"Oh fuck," he hisses softly, letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Yes!" you breathe out, pushing back to welcome him into your swollen cunt.

He groans then, welcoming your warm heat around him inch by inch.

"Feels so fucking good, baby girl. Jesus." he moans, taking a moment  for you to adjust to his size.

Grabbing the remote once more, he turns it onto the fastest speed and the gasps you collectively emit seem to sound like they're all around you.

He's forgotten he's at work, he's forgotten what he's supposed to be doing because the most important thing right now is you -- and your swollen, greedy sex is all he needs.

With the pleasurable vibrations added, all Yoongi wants to do is fuck you so hard that you'll both cum and be pleased in minutes. But he's never been the type to leave a sexual experience so early.

Folding over, his chest presses to your back and his fingers intertwine with yours.

His lips feel like heaven against your warm, flushed skin. He suckles small marks against the side of your throat, coloring you as his own.

His thrusts are hard and filling but slow. He'd give anything to hear skin slapping against skin right now but then he's reminded that he's at work.

Your hands grip harder onto the edge of the desk as you rut back against him.

"Your cock is so big," you whine, closing your eyes to become enraptured in the whole experience.

"Yeah? You like my big cock in this pregnant cunt?"

You nod fervently, trying to bite back the loud moans that threaten to tear past your lips. It's all too much and suddenly your orgasm is approaching like a rapid waterfall.

"Don't you dare," your fiance threatens, lifting himself up and gripping the back of your neck.

"Please Daddy. Need to cum," you beg, feeling your body quake with the ever pressing need of relief.

"Oh no, I don't think so. You show up to my office, you wait until I say you can cum."

You whine in defiance, pushing your hips back against him harder and he's surprised at your brattiness.

"Don't you dare cum." he warns you.

Your eyebrows furrow with need and you couldn't care about the punishment you're going to recieve. You're honestly not sure what's come over you, you've never defied him before but right now it's getting you more excited to not listen to him.

Pushing past the control of his orgasms, you lose yourself on his cock. Your high is filled with galactic stars behind your eyelids and white noise filled ears.

"You brat," he gasps, pulling out of you.

It's a smug grin the spreads over your face now before your cringing at the overstimulation of the sex toy. He takes pity on you in that regard, shutting the toy off and pulling it out of you. Tossing it onto his desk, he points his finger in your direction. "You're in trouble." he breathes out, jerking his hard cock in hand.

Now that you've arrived back down to Earth, you're worried. You've never defied him before and you've never seen his wrath.

"You just woke up a brat today, didn't you?" he seethes, helping you stand back upright.

You pout, shaking your head quickly in hopes that he won't be too strict on you. His narrowed eyes chill you to the bone.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just couldn't help cumming. I was so horny. I'm sorry," you apologize profusely, running your hands over his clothed chest.

He hums unimpressed, combing his fingers through his hair.

"If only people knew what a cumwhore I have on my hands." he murmurs through his teeth.

You frown up at him, begging him to forgive you with puppy dog-like eyes.

"No. You don't get away with being a brat that easily," he deadpans.

Nodding to the large floor to ceiling windows, he taps his foot incessantly.

"Go stand by the window." he orders.

You look down at your naked body before looking back up at him in confusion.

"Wh-"

"What's your color?" he cuts you off, running his hand over your belly.

"G-Green," you chirp out, looking at the window.

"Then go stand up against the window." he instructs, beginning to stroke his cock once more.

"Why?" you inquire curiously, doing as told.

"So people can see what a cumwhore I have on my hands," he whispers into your ear. The heat of his breath has something unfurling inside of you once more.

Bracing your hands against the window, you turn back to look at him just in time to see him situating the vibrator between his fingers.

The quiet thrumming of the sex toy makes your breath hitch with anticipation.

"Spread your legs," your fiance commands, pressing his chest flush to your back.

You're so high up you're almost certain no one could see you but excitement still courses through you.

His hands wrap around you like strong chains and you hum in appreciation.

"I love you," you remind him, turning and kissing his cheek.

He softens at your words, kissing over your shoulder with his plush lips. "I love you too, brat." he murmurs.

His words make you snort gently but it's quickly cut off by a loud gasp. He presses his hand to your swollen clit and the smug grin he gives you sends a chill through your spine.

Your forehead presses to the chilly glass of the window and you mewl as his legs knock yours open farther.

His cock slides between your sodden folds a few times before entering back inside of you.

"Oh my God," you whine, backing your hips up to him.

"Pretty little thing," he praises, kissing over your neck. "What do you think, little dove? You think people can see me fucking your pregnant cunt from all the way down there?"

His thrusts become rougher and harder, cursing all the while.

The vibrations that ricochet through you are once again pushing you towards the edge at a surprisingly rapid pace.

"Don't even," he seethes, feeling how your cunt trembles around him.

His grunts and the sweet whispers of your name enrapture your ears.

The sight that greets Yoongi's eyes could make him almost blow his load in that very second.

"Your milk is leaking onto the glass, oh fuck." he whimpers, fucking into you harder and faster.

"Gonna cum!" you cry to him, scratching your nails against the window.

He doesn't even respond, chasing his own high as your cunt threatens to milk him for all he's worth.

"Oh little dove!" he gasps.

His thrusts become sloppier and his breath hitches at the prospect of cumming inside of you.

"Yoongi, please!" you beg, spreading your legs wider.

"You think you deserve it?" he quips, running his hand over your belly bump.

"Yes," you whimper, pushing back against him with each thrust.

"Cum." he commands, pressing his forehead into the junction between your neck and should.

He holds you up easily as you orgasm around him. You become a blubbering mess, crying out his name softly like a prayer.

"God, I love you." he seethes through his teeth.

His teeth clench down on his bottom lip as he cums, trying to quiet his final moans.

You both stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company.

"Are you upset with me?" Yoong inquires, pulling out of you slowly.

Your eyebrows furrow at his worried tone. "Huh? Not at all, why?"

"You never act bratty or defy me… Did I do something wrong?"

You've spoken about this before actually. Yoongi is prideful when it comes to your sub slash dom relationship. He beams with satisfaction knowing that he keeps you so pleased you don't act out of character. For you to have been just the slightest bit bratty, it probably shook up his confidence.

"No, it's just my hormones I think, I wanted to be a little sassy," you explain, sitting down on his lap when he beckons you.

He hums unsurely, hooking his chin over your shoulder. "I'm a good dom to you when we have sex, right?" he asks, kissing your temple.

"Always. You always make me feel safe and dominated," you promise, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He breathes a sigh of relief, looking down at the sex toy tossed casual aside on his desk. "Felt good," he murmurs, running his hands over your sides.

You give him a large smile, nodding in agreement. He can't help but snort at your joyful expression.

"Well regardless of your bratty hormones, I'm happy you came to distract me from my work." your fiance murmurs, pulling the cups of your bra back up.

"You're always happy to be distracted from work." you quip, combing your fingers through his hair.

He nods thoughtfully, letting his fingertips graze over your outer thigh. "Very true." he beams, kissing your shoulder.

When your skin begins to raise with goosebumps, he's quick to cover you with the trenchcoat you discarded a while ago in your sudden heat of passion.

It's your stomach that rumbles first with the need for food and sustenance before he acts accordingly also.

"Oh yeah, where's the lunch you promised me?" the CEO inquires, tying the belt of your coat back in place.

"I gave it to you." you reply with a wide smile.

He looks over at the window before shaking his head with a laugh. "Alright, that's it. Get your pretty butt to the car, I'm taking us home for lunch."

Just talking about food in general has you jumping up with excitement. "Are you coming back to work after?" you prod, watching as he pulls up his boxers and suit pants.

"Nah, I'll just take the contracts home with me now so I don't have to come back. Besides, I didn't correct your errant behavior like I wanted too." he whispers, pecking your lips softly.

Leaning back on the desk, your head begins to tilt. "Well, you should get all your punishment in before six. Leena is coming over to discuss place settings for the wedding."

He groans gently, fixing his suit jacket until it looks seemingly pristine. "Why are you best friends with a tyrant? Remind me again?"

Your giggle echoes through the large office and he adores the sound, it courses through him like new life.

Scooping up the contract folders, he looks over to the window before smiling to himself. "Y'know I'm never cleaning my window again, right?" he quips, watching as you pull open the doors to his office.

"That's disgusting," you quip back, holding out your engagement hand so he can hold it.

Kissing the top of your head, he laughs. "Yeah, I am."

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[maddie-van-fleet]

Love Through The Lens

-----------------------------November 29---------------------------------

Multiple part series// this will contain graphic scenes, so it is 18+, MINORS DNI.

Here's the playlist I made for this series, I hope you enjoy listening while you read! I have also decided that my plan is to post either once or twice a week, depending on how busy I am!

Note: this is my first full series story! I posted 3 chapters today because the first ones were very short, and I know I won't be able to post for a couple more days! So I wanted to get this big update up for y'all.

Summary: It was always your dream to be a concert photographer, and you had finally landed yourself a reputable status as a freelancer. Life, though, takes a turn when you land a job for Greta. The plan was to do the job, in and out, nothing more, but things get quite complicated when you start to develop feelings for a certain guitarist.

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Chapter 3

 You had driven back home, to change into some skinny jeans, a sweater and some doc martens. You wanted to look casual, without trying too hard, and figured that was the best option. After freshening up, you hopped back into your car and entered the address the company had sent to you. It sent chills down your spine, seeing that the building was only five minutes away. Everything seemed to hit you, as you pulled into the parking spot, it finally hitting you that you’re about to face them again. 

Jake had always been someone so special to you, and honestly you had and still have a soft spot for him. You felt your heart ache, thinking about how you told Jake, one of the guys who had always believed in you, that he would fail. You let your jealousy and pride blind you, letting yourself push away the only real family you ever had. You take one deep breath, fixing your hair in your overhead mirror, before getting out and heading inside. You pull open the door to see a very indie, cute reception area. The person at the front desk allows you to head upstairs, knowing you had an appointment. 

You head up to the second floor, feeling butterflies in your stomach the whole way up. The elevator opens to reveal a very laid back, casual, yet very stylish office area. In the back you spot a studio, and can hear music being played, which only causes more anxiety to arise. Your hands start shaking, as you reach to knock on the office door you had been instructed to go to. Before you do, the door swings open revealing a very nice looking woman, with a wide smile on her face. “Y/N! So glad you’re here!! Come on in! I”m julie!”, she says as you walk in. You stand there awkwardly, feeling very uncomfortable with the VERY fancy office. She walks over to her desk, and sits, pointing you to a chair. You quickly walk over, as she begins, “So obviously, as I said before, we saw your recent work and LOVED it! The band is actually playing their first 2 shows of the tour in Nashville! What would you think about shooting those shows for us?” 

You feel your face get red, always feeling insecure with any kind of attention. “Y-yea for sure! I’d love to…b-but do the…guys…know about this?”. Out of habit, you fidget with your hands, awaiting the answer you’ve dreaded all day. She slid some paperwork over to you, “Not yet, but I know they will love your work as well once they see it!”, she said as she handed you a pen. You grabbed the pen from her hand, trying not to shake, as you sign it. It takes a few extra seconds for her words to process, and when it finally hits you, you feel your heart drop. “S-so they DON’T know i’m here?” She shakes her head as she puts the paper into her folder, and then stands up, walking to the door and opening it, “Nope, but let’s go! They’re in the studio down the hall so we can introduce you really quick! Then you’ll be free to go.” 

You stand up , and slowly make your way down the hall, hearing the music grow louder. Maybe the music will be so loud, you can find an easy way in and out without too much talking. Julie walks to the door, and just as she opens it the music stops. Immediately your heart drops again, and you feel your face getting red from nervousness. She walks in first guiding you in, and you keep your head down as you enter knowing that this will be the most shameful moment of your life. She taps on the producer's shoulder, “hey! Can the guys come out here real quick? I just need to introduce them to someone!”, the producer nods before pressing a button and saying, “hey guys! Come out here real fast, your manager needs you!” 

Hearing them all say okay is what causes you to look up, seeing them for the first time since the argument. You slowly glanced up, seeing most of the boys had already exited the room, but Jake was still setting his guitar down on the rack and as he turned to leave, he looked up catching your eye. Instead of being met with the beautiful brown eyes you had remembered, you instead were met with disdain and anger as he exited the room. You looked down again, the heartache setting in. Jake had always been home to you, providing warmth and comfort while always treating you like a princess. This Jake was the exact opposite, but you knew that it was completely your fault. 

The boys walked into the room, one by one, giving their producer a high five for the great work. They had yet to see you as Julie spoke up, “Guys! Thanks for taking a break! I just wanted to introduce you to y/n! She will be your concert photographer for the Nashville shows! If you like her work, she may be sticking around for the whole tour too!” You see them turn to greet you, before all their faces dropped, and slowly they backed away. You finally look up, seeing their straight faces, having no emotion. Danny, Sam, and Josh all look toward Jake trying to gauge his reaction. 

Your eyes move to his, feeling them burn through you, meeting with an angry glare. His face is deep red, and his eyebrows are scrunched up. The silence is deafening, the words you planned suddenly disappearing from your mind. Josh decides to speak up, “We actually know y/n, we grew up together..” he spoke not going into the grim details. “Oh lovely, I didn’t know that! This should go great then, because we really hope to hire her on!” Sam says next, “Y-yea… but she’s doing just the Nashville shows first right?” You can hear the annoyance in his tone. Julie nods, “Yes! Like a trial run, and then we will meet again to see how you guys feel about her staying for the rest of the dates!” They just quickly nod their heads, and again you glance at Jake. This time, however, he has a straight face full of no emotion. It was almost scary. “Well, we will let you get back to work! I have a meeting to attend and y/n is heading out for the day!” 

You turn around to leave, as the boys head back into the studio. Julie quickly informs you that she will email you all the details before heading back to her office. Standing there, you do a couple breathing exercises, trying to calm yourself down. “I didn’t even apologize to them…”, you whisper but are interrupted when you feel your arm get tugged harshly. You look over to see Jake leading you quickly to the bathroom. If this was a cartoon, there would be steam coming out of his ears. He shoved the bathroom door open, leading you in, before slamming it shut and locking it behind him. You lean against the sink, but don’t get a chance to speak, “You know you have some real NERVE showing up here like this.” 

His words carry venom with how pointed and sharp they are. “J-Jake…I just…”, again you're interrupted, “You just what? Came back to tell us to quit again?” 

“It’s not like that, I actually came to apolo”-- “Good, because obviously we did just fine for ourselves. I’d say we are pretty successful.” You nod your head, knowing you deserve all the anger he is feeling. “I know, Jake, and i'm so–” He scoffs and crosses his arm, walking closer to you, “Are you really? Because all those things you said to me, that was pretty bitchy.” 

You froze. In all your years of knowing him, he had never spoken to you like that, and in the moment you felt anger begin to rise in you, “Can you stop interrupting me like an ASSHOLE and listen for one second?! I’m trying to explain myself and apologize”, your voice starts rising in tone. You feel your blood boil as he laughs at you before walking to stand right in front of you. He leans down, right in your face as he says, “I'm the asshole? Think you got it the wrong way around babe.” You shove him backwards, “No you’re right, the word i’d use is actually a dick. I took the job so I could make things right, Jake. I know I fucked up, okay? I KNOW” you yelled the last part loudly, feeling more upset than you thought you would have. You were, once again, met with a blank stare from him, “Yea you did fuck up, and all because you wanted to act like a brat? Why? Because you were jealous?” 

Those words were the last straw, and so you said what came to your mind first, “I may have been jealous but that’s what happens when you have to be an ADULT Jake. We don’t all get to prance around like children, acting like spoiled toddlers.” The next thing you know, Jake pushed you against the wall, kissing you deeply. It took a few seconds of shock, before you gave in kissing back roughly. He shoved your hands against the wall above your head, “I’m tired of hearing your attitude, you’re a brat, and I'm gonna treat you like one.” He leans down and leaves open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking harshly each time. 

“Jake if you leave a mark i swear–”, he pulls back and turns you around, roughly slamming your face against the wall, “What? What are you going to do?” as he says this he tugs your jeans down to your knees, along with your panties, and reaches his hand forward lingering over your center. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “I think you like it. I can feel how wet you are already and I’ve barely touched you.” You lean your head back, letting out a gasp as you feel his fingers rub between your folds, circling around your clit. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…” trying to be as stubborn as possible. You feel him speed up his fingers, putting more and more pressure on your clit each time. You felt ashamed as it only took a few more times before you felt your orgasm hit. “J-Jake!!”, you yell.

“Oh yea? You don’t know? Then what’s this?” he says as he lifts his hand, it glistens with how drenched it is. You stay silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but you can already feel the smirk growing on his face. You decide to take your own revenge, so as fast as possible, you pull your pants off, turn around and shove him against the sink across the room. You get on your knees, unbuttoning his jeans quickly, “I’m tired of you acting all high and mighty, you need to lighten up.” 

He starts to talk, but before he does you immediately take him all at once, feeling your nose touch his abdomen. Relaxing your throat, you stay there for a few seconds and as you pull back he says, “S-shit y/n..”  You move your hand up and down the base of his shaft, as you look up at him with a smirk, “What Jakey? Not so easy on the other end is it?” He lets out an animalistic growl as he grabs the back of your head leading you back down, he pauses for a second, making sure you’re okay, before thrusting into your mouth. Grabbing his thighs tightly, you relax your throat allowing him to thrust as hard and deep as he needs. “F-fuck y/n” is all he manages to get out, before he pulls out, grabs your arms and switches around, shoving you down onto the counter, him standing behind you. 

He gives you no time to adjust, as he rams into you, all the way. You yelp, and grab the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white from how tightly you were gripping. He pulled out slowly, to where just the tip is inside you, before slamming back in as hard as he can. “Jake”, you growl, “GO. HARDER”, you say sternly in a low commanding voice. “Who said you’re making any calls here? You really are a brat”, he scoffs. He pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail, slamming so hard into you that the room echoes with the sound of your hips hitting each other. “But you listen so well Jakey….that makes me bratty.”, you hear him grunt, “Now if only you weren’t such an asshole”. Hearing that, he starts at an even faster pace, “that’s comical coming from you”. That feeling starts to rise in you again as he hits your spot perfectly with every thrust. Deciding to stop arguing for now, you lean back towards him, meeting him halfway and can tell he’s close by how sloppy his pace is getting. A couple thrusts later, your knees buckle as you hit your second orgasm, having to grip the counter to stay standing. Jake stills behind you as he pulls out of you, and releases on your back, letting out a loud groan. 

You stand there, with your head leaning on your arms, as you come down from your high. Jake grabs paper towels from the holder, wets them and cleans off your back. You stand up, turning around and putting your pants back on. He fixes his pants, and there is a moment of awkwardness before you decide to speak up, “Jake, I-I really am sorry. You didn’t deserve what I said.” You look up at him, just wanting to make things better but again, his cold hard exterior has returned. “Y/N, I- I can’t do this. It’s gonna take a lot more than ‘I’m sorry’ to fix this.” You stand there in shock as he leaves the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. 

[bvccy]

Forbidden thoughts | 11. Her last photographs

— PAIRING: soft!dark!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: For one of his last missions to make amends, Bucky tracks down the daughter of a man he killed when he was the Winter Soldier. He follows her from a distance at first, then slowly gets to know her. Affection turns to love which turns to lust which turns into something darker. Bucky tells himself he’s stalking her with good intentions, but he knows that isn’t true anymore.

— CHAPTER NOTES: Bucky has a little heart-to-heart with Melvin, and then he goes snooping through our girl's phone looking for nudes. A very naughty boy, but we get to know both characters a bit better. Enjoy! 🌺

— WORDCOUNT: 3K

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Both the men's clothes were filthy with dirt and grime and the smudge of dead grass after their exploration of the abandoned site — but that was soon washed away because, as they were halfway into their walk back to town, it started to rain.

"Didn't you check the weather forecast before deciding to go do your little exploration today?" grumbled Bucky.

He was grateful there weren't many cars driving down the road to splash them, but the rain fell down so hard that, even as short as his hair was right now, it fell into his eyes. Still, he wasn't in nearly as bad a state as Melvin. His usually lively curls were now draped like curtains on either side of his face which bore a deep-set scowl. They looked like a couple of stray cats that fell into a river.

"I didn't think it would take this long," hissed Melvin. He walked beside him, hunched over the lump beneath his coat that hid the bag where all his notebooks and sketches were. "Besides, uncle Eugene was leaving today, I had no choice."

"For someone who claims to be an archaeologist, you sure seem to be living with your head up in the clouds. And don't you Brits always carry an umbrella?"

For a second, the boy looked ready to make a snide remark, but with a glance at Bucky's frown, he gave up on it.

"Alright, I might've messed up."

"We'll never get to the train station on time…" he mumbled, sharp exhale fogging up in front of him.

"Guess we'll have to take the one tomorrow morning," shrugged Melvin, not even considering that Bucky was more worried about missing the girl rather than the train. "We can spend the night over there," he nodded as a motel's flickering lights came into view.

They walked through the doors, almost stepping over each other, and a bell rang to announce them. Bucky shook the water off his shoulders and tried to wipe his muddied boots as well as he could, while Melvin flapped his coat in an attempt to dry it. He made himself sneeze so hard his hair sprinkled water everywhere. The place probably didn't get many visitors judging by how long it took the owner to appear from somewhere in the back and, taking his time, light up the reception desk.

Ten minutes later, they each had a room and were making use of the hotel's robes and towels. Bucky wasn't sure if the little blue mice embroidered on his were the motel logo or just a stylish choice, but it was warm and dry, and better than Melvin's pink flowery one.

"If can meet up tomorrow at around 5:30, we can make it to the station on time," he grumbled, clutching a hot water bottle to his chest.

"I'll be up at 5, and if you're not down by half-past, I'll come get you," said Bucky. It wasn't exactly with a warning tone, but the boy got the message.

"Sure, sure," he nodded. "Grief, I hope they have room service over here, I'm starving."

"Wouldn't count on it," the older man grinned. He shrugged with somewhat malicious delight at his new friend's miserable look and patted Melvin's shoulder. "Cheer up."

He almost left when, with an afterthought, he turned around and added, "I think they have a kitchen downstairs. Maybe you could ask for a sandwich."

"Oh. What about you?"

Bucky looked from the boy back toward his room and sighed. He was eager to be alone and look through the girl's phone. A few unanswered calls had gathered up — no doubt from her while they were in the middle of nowhere — but he hadn't eaten since that morning on the train. Although he knew he could last even longer yet, he knew it would be good to go eat with Melvin.

A few minutes later, they were both sitting by the fire in the kitchen, with a large plate of sandwiches on the nearby table and two glasses of wine. The open stove was crackling with logs and old newspapers. The lady who owned the place had been very nice to serve them even at that hour, at no extra cost, and left them alone for the day.

By the flickering light, snuggled in their fluffy robes, the two men went through their notes and photographs from the day, their feet outstretched to catch the fire's warmth. Melvin had refilled his hot water bottle and let it rest on his stomach as he leaned back.

"These grooves here, in the earth," he said as he held the camera up with one hand, flipping through the photos, and a glass of wine in the other. "What do you think they are?"

"Could be anything," shrugged Bucky as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

On the floor between his feet were stretched out handwritten notes and sketches in more detail of the reliefs on the pillars. He kept a glove on his metal hand and was thankful that Melvin didn't ask about it. He'd rushed through three sandwiches and had finished all his wine, and now sat sprawled lowly on the chair and hoped to be ignored by his companion.

"Looks like something was stuck there, maybe some temporary construction… We'd need to date the earth samples properly, of course, the previous expedition might've measured them wrong, but they estimated they're from around the year 50 BC."

Bucky nodded, unsure if that should mean anything to him.

"Whatever was stuck there had a very even, round shape, but it's all gone now. Could've been wood trunks."

"Mhm…"

"Do you think…" started Melvin, leaning forward, "that they were holding something up, like a gate?"

"What makes you think that?"

"It's on the upward slope of the hill, and there are trenches not 20 feet away."

"So? What does that have to do with wooden logs?"

"It coincides with Caesar's sieges in the area," Melvin said, starting to get more animated as he was finally admitting to his theory. "This was exactly on the pathway to his Gallic wars," he said, and by his tone, Bucky understood he was determined to prove it.

"I mean, I guess it's possible, Melvin," he sighed. "But the grooves lead away from the hill. If the army manning the fortress, or whatever it was, were trying to hold the gates, they would've leaned in the opposite direction."

Melvin sighed and sat back, reexamining the pictures and frowning at this complication.

"Say, what would you…" Bucky started asking without really thinking about how to finish.

His eyes were stuck in the fading fire, and he could almost ignore that the boy was there, as if it were the walls he asked or the empty glass of wine. Although he could see him from the corner of his eye, paying attention, he almost wanted to pretend that it was Steve he spoke to, like in the good old days.

"What would you give to someone who has everything?" he asked.

It was a question that had troubled him these last few days, growing as he got to know the girl. She had everything she could want, and yet never seemed truly happy. Was there something he could give her? A service to provide? Deep down, Bucky knew he hated himself too much to consider that seriously, so he had to ask.

After a moment of silence, he turned to look at Melvin, who still looked at him.

"Well…" he started, keeping his voice low and serious. "If you're wondering, I've always wanted a Total Station Theodolite of my own."

Bucky grit his teeth but it quickly turned into a laugh. He probably should've expected that kind of thing from the boy… There was no point to dig elsewhere for answers, he had to figure this one out on his own.

They laughed and talked together until the fire went down, Melvin pouring over all the evidence they'd gathered. He resolved to approach the data with fresh eyes once he was back at the university, and he had samples of earth and stone to send for examination as well. Bucky could only give him an encouraging pat on the back as they both went back upstairs.

The phone was still in his coat pocket. He'd locked the door, but the rattling of the wind and rain outside made the place feel haunted. Walking very softly across the room, Bucky took the phone out and went back to his bed. By the light of the bedside lamp, he looked at it: white and flat, a little smudged from where it had been a little damp but all dry now. With a press of a side button, the screen lit up to a painted sky with golden clouds, a weather app announcing rain, and the time: 21:07. There were three unanswered calls, but he'd seen those before when they'd just reached the motel.

Back in the train, Bucky noticed the girl used a sort of pattern to unlock her phone, and as he tilted it toward the lamp he could see a shape left on it from her finger. He moved his thumb across and the puzzle came up: 9 dots in rows of 3. He tried the pattern a few times, unsure if it was up or down or lateral, but eventually, he got it right. Bucky sighed and leaned away, suddenly disturbed by how far he was willing to go. He was skirting right on the edges of Rule Number 1, and Rule Number 2 for that matter. Bucky knew himself, he knew he meant well, he knew he wouldn't use anything in here to hurt her, but then again… if he gave her that same access to his life, how would he feel? Ashamed. But, he had more to hide.

He went into her contacts first, where he found fewer numbers than he was expecting. Some shared her surname, which made them relatives most likely. He found Melvin's number there, and Berit Groh's. Checking the activity, he didn't find many calls made or received, but people tended to chat through apps these days anyway.

With another stab of guilt, he checked her text messages next. There were a few exchanges with Berit from that day at the museum, some between her and what seemed to be her boss on a day a few months ago when she was running late; others were from her mother and a few from other friends.

Bucky held the phone in his hands and let his metal fingers tap against it, knowing what he wanted to look at next but not having the courage to.

"Courage?" he asked himself — that's not what it was. "Shamelessness, more like."

Before he could stop himself, he tapped his finger against the Gallery icon, and her photo album popped into view. Pictures from earlier that day, from weeks ago, and months, spanning a few years it seemed. They were dated, and although she didn't take photos every day, she took them quite often.

He started from the most recent ones: the train. The motion made some of them blurry, the landscape passing in a black and yellow mass, but others were more clear. Those taken with the camera flush against the window seemed taken outside but the dust and grime of the glass gave them an elegant aged look.

There was a video as well, just over a minute long — and he remembered when this was, could remember exactly what he'd said before and after, with this moment of silence in their conversation captured together with the flocks of birds and smoke pillars passing by outside. The soft rumble of the train could be heard in the background, and even a bit of Eugene and Melvin's banter.

"But there are depictions of a cynocephaly soldier which are contemporary."

"If you mean those of the Unit of the Marmaritae, those are inconclusive, the wood rot is too extensive. Besides, you'd need to prove it depicts one and the same cynocephalus."

With a smile, Bucky flipped through older photos next. She liked to capture sunsets out the office window, or at least that seemed to be the office judging by the cubicles; the sun set bright red over the smaller buildings in the distance. Some photos were of food and drinks — steaks, salads, hamburgers, sushi, milkshakes and elaborate fruit juices, and some small glasses of faint orange liquor.

She wasn't going out on dates, was she?!

He grabbed the phone in both hands and frowned as he scanned through all the food pictures, focusing on the ones where another meal could be seen on the other side and the corner of an elbow. He zoomed in, scrolling down to see some more — the tables seemed consistent, like she favoured only certain bars or restaurants. Eventually, he found some pictures that showed a bit of the people on the other side: young women, like her. Pictures taken during weekdays, at around noon or just past 5… They were most likely work colleagues.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Bucky laid down in bed and leaned against the pillow as he continued looking through the girl's pictures. Some were from the museum, one was of a black cat lazing in the sun in someone's garden, another of fallen flower petals. A couple were a close shot of her temple — was she just taking a picture of her hair? He looked more closely and then realised the purpose of the photo.

"Age gets us all," he chuckled.

She'd found a white hair, possibly her first. Bucky laughed as he imagined how frantic she must've been that she wanted to immortalise the moment. With a fading smile, he tried to remember the first white hair he got, but couldn't. Must've been after getting captured… Just another private memory in a long lost line that got scrambled and taken away by Hydra.

He swallowed the knot in his throat as he kept scrolling: pictures of flowers, of meals, of the landscape from her window of last year's first snow, her hand petting a tabby cat's tummy, bottles of wine and jars of honey all wrapped up in bows and gift bags, plush toys from Happy Meals. There were a few more videos as well — a New Year's fireworks display, a few seconds in a walk on a rainy spring day with a rainbow in the distance, and a slowly swaying tram.

Bucky was surprised he'd barely seen any pictures of her — no so-called "selfies", no posing in the mirror, no posing… at all. Beneath his more justifiable intentions of gathering information, he half-hoped for something a little more… indulgent. But no, no pretty lingerie, no fancy bath pictures, no moments when she was alone in bed and pampering herself, fingers crawling down her body to show off what she looked like when she wanted someone there… It was only now, in his disappointment, that he admitted to himself he was anticipating things like that. Another wave of shame came over him because of it, and because of how hungry he felt now that he was deprived.

"She's a good girl, Buck," he grumbled to himself. "She wouldn't take pictures like that."

And if she did, he reasoned, she would probably do it because she had someone to show them to. Almost instinctively, he frowned and shook his head, suddenly angry and protective, holding the phone harder in his hatred at the thought of somebody else seeing her.

He was almost done scrolling through the photos, finger hovering over the screen, when the silence was broken by a sharp ring and the device came alive in his hands. She had a sharp violin for a ringtone, and although it was an unknown number, he could guess who it was from. Keeping his hand steady, Bucky slid his thumb over the answer button and raised it to his ear.

For a good 10 seconds, there was only silence from the other end.

"H-hello?"

"Hi," he said. "You, ah, dropped your phone on the train."

"James?!" she gasped and almost started laughing.

He smiled at how relieved she sounded.

"Yeah, your phone is safe. Sorry I couldn't pick up earlier, by the way, Melvin dragged me to some remote spot in the middle of nowhere, I didn't —"

"Oh that's alright," she giggled. "I was just so scared… I've had that phone for years, there's so much stuff on it, and I didn't know if… Well, thanks for taking care of it."

"No problem," he chuckled, getting up to pace around the room in nervousness. "Are you back in Ixum yet?"

"Yes, just got back not long ago. I'm calling from an old mobile I had lying around."

She sounded nervous too, perhaps from the fear she'd lost her phone, or maybe because it was him on the other end. With unabashed vanity, Bucky wished that it were true — after all, she made him nervous too.

"Melvin and I got stuck here for the night," he sighed. "Don't ask."

"I won't," she laughed.

"But we'll be back first thing tomorrow. We can meet up, I'll give you your phone back."

"Ok," she said, and he could almost hear her nodding. "Ok, I can come greet you at the station."

"Deal," he smiled. "How was your day, by the way?"

"Nice. Comfy…"

There was a texture to her voice over the phone that he hadn't caught before, she sounded even more feminine, delicate like a sugary treat — ready to fall apart at the first taste, but lovely to look at. It made him feel at home just listening to her speak.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said.

"I'll leave you, then… You must've had a long day."

"Alright," Bucky sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Oh, by the way. You haven't been looking through my phone, have you?"

"What? No!" he said, a bit too quickly. "No, of course not…"

"Alright… Good," the girl laughed. "Well, good night. Sleep tight."

"You too," smiled Bucky. "Good night."

[mothergamer28]

This week we made a Pro Photo Studio for Kidd. I thought it would be fun to make it a festive holiday themed photo studio and I think it turned out pretty well.

First, I started with outside. I picked a snowy area with lots of snowcapped trees. I wanted the house to have that holiday vibe and chose a brick house with colors that complemented the trees. I hung a festive wreath on the door. For the border path I chose the large pinecone festive trees which work really well with the colors of the house.

Then on the left side I made a photo shoot area with a festive tree, piles of gifts, and a sled. I added the camera and laptop on a table. On the right side, I decided this one would be a photo shoot for couples so added a snowflake display and ornament stand in blue. I added a mini festive tree and a stack of gifts in blue. I put in a wedding bench in dark wood and a wedding table in gold. I put a gold rose heart bouquet on the table and a festive gold candle. I added a camera and laptop table here too. I added blue gift boxes as a holiday fence which made it complete.

Inside, I made the main festive holiday studio. I used arched window wallpaper and the red curtain stage wallpaper as an accent wall. I used the parquet flooring in dark wood because it fit well with all the festive things. I used the festive throw rug and added the festive tree in the center. I used colorful ornament stands for the corners and put in the ornament garland stands on either side of the tree. I added gift piles in front of them. I put the mannequins in as part of the photo shoot display. I then added camera lights and cameras.

I put a reception desk at the front of the room with a file cabinet. I also added a display table with an ornament lamp and a mini tree. Across from that, I put in a waiting area. I added a snowflake throw rug and red Moroccan couches. I added a little mini welcome mat at the door. On the walls, I added posters of some of the villagers like Lolly to show them off as portraits done by Kidd's studio. The photo studio was complete!

Upstairs, I made a stylish apartment for Kidd. I decided the red tearoom wallpaper would be perfect and used the snowy window wallpaper as an accent wall. I used the wood block flooring because it blended well with the both walls. I made a little bathroom for Kidd and then set up the bedroom area with a country quilt bed. I gave Kidd a little dark wood block dresser with a festivale lamp. I used the partition shelving to put in a mini festive tree and festive candle.

For the kitchen, I put in the metal fridge and counters along with the system kitchen in dark wood. I put a festive wreath on the wall. I then added the antique table and chairs with a Yule log in the center. The final area was the living room space. I put in a grandfather clock and added a beige fancy throw rug. I decided the regal couch in gold would be perfect for the apartment. I gave Kidd a regal coffee table in dark wood with a festive candle in the center. I also added an antique side table with a mini pinecone festive tree. The finishing touches were a palm plant and a fancy lamp.

Everything came together quite well and Kidd's Pro Photo Studio was complete. Making it a festive holiday theme was a lot of fun and I love how it all turned out. Happy holidays!

[aziraphales-library]

hello :) could u recommend any fics with ineffable husbands and animals? Preferably human aus but im open to anything

Hi! There are some ineffable husbands and animal fic recs here, and here are some more for you...

When Harry Met Bentley by doomed_spectacles (T)

Sparks fly when the black sheep of the dog park is caught in a sudden storm with a stubborn bookseller and his basset hound. Or, Harry, a sleepy basset hound who loves pets and sunbeams, meets Bentley, a former racing greyhound who struggles to put the days of zooming (and anxiety) behind her.

the devil and the deep blue sea by Waywarder (M)

Look, Crowley didn’t have anything really against Pride Night. For starters, he was gay. Flaming like anything, even. But big, happy, in-your-face parties celebrating love and togetherness…

Yeah, not as much his thing. Doesn’t really matter why.

Also:

“And what the fuck does being gay have to do with fish?” Crowley demanded, a bit quieter this time, as a new, already-wasted guest stumbled up to the bar and ordered two tequila shots.

While tending bar for Pride Night at the aquarium (fuck his life), Crowley wanders off in the hopes of seeing some actual fish. What he finds is altogether more wonderful.

All Bentleys, Great and Small by JoyAndOtherStories (G)

A gift fic for the IneffableExchange2021 for Pati!

A meet-cute of softness! My original version of this was a short flash fiction on Twitter; I converted it to full fic form for this exchange!

Aziraphale owns Great and Small Pet Supplies; Crowley is an accidental puppy parent who visits in a panic late one evening. You know how this goes!

just in time by vtforpedro (G)

In which Aziraphale meets his new neighbor.

Demonic Pet Rescue by Caedmon (G)

When Aziraphale finds a litter of stray kittens in the alley behind his shop, he needs to take them somewhere safe. He takes them to the nearest shelter, where he meets a handsome man taking care of all the cats...

Can You Hear Me, Major Tom? by CopperBeech (T)

Armageddidn't has brought a rewarding end to the long, difficult dance between Crowley and his Angel.

But Crowley's got another important relationship. And that's a problem.

The lobby presented them with the peculiar tableau of the day concierge, a woman normally of grey-coiffed, formidable severity, hunkered on her stylish heels atop the reception desk while she spoke into a telephone handset.

“No, I need someone right away. Tuesday won’t do. I tell you he was right up next to my keyboard, eating my Hob Nobs… Well, if you can’t, then I’ll just have to call another exterminator. This is an exclusive building, we can’t have giant rats sauntering round bold as brass  –– Oh, Mister Crowley. Ah – I –– you’ve got a bit of mail – “ She looked nervously down at the floor, peered under the desk, tucking her knees together in a gymnastic agony of propriety.

“It can wait, Amelia.”

- Mod D

[the-fiction-witch]

The Siren P2

REAL LIFE HORROR COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: FLIRTY AF

I drove following the directions my phone told me driving down this long curving road beside the sea so many little houses and buildings lined the way between the road and the ocean. The sounds of seagulls and fairground rides breaking through the sounds of the radio playing something I didn't know. The sweet smell of sea air and chips, I drove on following the directions seeming to leave the world behind me going further and further from the busy town down these kong winding roads. Even the little houses stopped now I could see the crisp blue sea down a long drop to the ocean many broken railings were no doubt people had lost control and ended up going to the bottom. I took a turn and I saw it.

Tall, striking sat beside a beautiful cove of crystal blue water and golden sand, the sky a muted grey, the old bricks without a flaw, large victorian windows with purple drapes behind them, a fountain at the front that the road went around with little water coming from it and an old carefully preserved mermaid statue in the centre seat on a rock brushing her hair. The sign on the twisted gate confirming I was in the right place 'The Siren's Bay' hotel, restaurant, and bar. With a smaller sign on the gate

'All non-hotel guests must be off site by 10'

That seems fair. I pulled my car up and saw a car park to the right so i parked up grabbing my stuff and walking over by az soon as I took a step on the marble I jumped seeing a man stood there he was old, a little withered in a pair of black suit pants a red button-down and some black suspenders, he had a bushy beard not too unlike Santa but with tones of grey

"Good afternoon," he said welcomingly

"Good afternoon. I uhh in ti-"

"We know. We've been expected you" he smiled “Come I’ll have someone tend to your things,” He said

“Okay” I nodded a little unsure this felt weird, I swear some kinda Stephen king shit kicks up I am fucking out of here. I followed him up the steps and through the wooden door to a rather nice little reception room with checkerboard stone floors and tall fictional features, the desk central in the room in front of a large staircase to the left was a doorway to a large bar and restaurant with views of the cove and to the right a glass door out to a terrace that overlooked the gardens even if they seemed a little worse for wear then in the pictures online

“We’re a little down at the moment out of the high season you see” He said

“Oh yeah, of course “I nodded going over to the desk with him and he did a little paperwork and handed over a key

“Feel free to use al our facilities during your stay, you’ll be up in room Thirteen” He said “If you can just sign?”

I nodded and signed on the paperwork taking my key “Thanks”

“Go on up, and I’ll have things taken to your room”

“Thanks very much” I nodded heading up the stairs.

I got to my door and unlocked it revealing a very nice room it was large and open with a small area for the fridge And some counter space, a beautiful for post bed with blue curtains some sheer and some less so, beautiful blue and white covers on the bed with so many pillows you could build a fort. A very vintage and stylish bathroom to the side with a bath and seperate shower

There was a lovely old sofa that looked out the large glass doors out to the balcony, I opened the doors pushing back the blue and white curtains and walking out onto the lovely balcony looking out across the sand and sea of the cove nowone down there and honestly it was a little chilly but this Tome of year I don't know what I expected. Soon enough the man from the front brought my things up I thanked him and began to unpack hanging my shirts on the little wardrobe and such as I was to be here a while once I had put everything where it needed to be I smiled and jumped on my bed getting cosy with all the soft covers.

I had myself a nice warm bath and got dressed I'm on holiday perfect Tome to dress up a little for dinner I got my dark blue suit pants on and my light blue button down on doing my hair a little before heading down to the restaurant it was actually fairly busy clearly a lot of local people come up for the evening there was a older woman at the bar washing a glass of I had to guess I'd have sad she was the wife of the guy I met this morning, I took a seat at the bar as that was all there was and she smiled at me "room thirteen?" She asks

"Yeah that's me" I nodded showing my key a moment as I still had it in my hand from locking my door

"Not many in the hotel itself. Most just come up for dinner" she says "I can do you a drink while you wait for a table?"

"Sure" I nodded going for my wallet but she laughed

"No charge sir, part of you staying you see" she says

"Okay. I'll uhh have a cider then" I smiled she did me the drink and I sat sipping It looking out at the beautiful ocean I noticed someone at the bar he seemed off. Sat looking at his drink and nothing else his glass in his hand inna vice like grip, he seemed old, tried, nervous. I made a note of him and continued to look around the very nice room when suddenly there was noise people where applauding I looked around a little confused why before I noticed at the edge of the restaurant by the windows was a raised area and there now stood a woman.

I was for a moment taken aback by her. She was… beautiful.

She stood there in a long blue dress with white petticoats peeking out from the skirt, a white belt on her waist, she had silver bracelets and a necklace with a blue crystal hung from her neck, a white headband in her purple curled hair, she had perfect make up with a bright red lipstick, and eye shadow that made looked like waves apon the sea, natural looking lashes and a glow on her cheeks that sparkled purple and blue she had quiet wide hips and rather voluminous breasts she smiled doing a little curtsy as she stood there setting a microphone up I smiled widely just watching her I don't know why but she made me feel so happy, so peaceful and relaxed music began and she began to sing, it was gentle, slow, sultry and perfect like an old lounge singer designed to make you smile and maybe dance to her songs, but I couldn't help watching her it was like the world went dark and only her and I existed as she sang, like she was singing only for me and it was heavenly.

Once it was over I felt strange, I felt empty like I'd been thrown back to reality and I didn't really want to leave everyone applauded her I did too and she went off somewhere else many getting up to leave now the song was over so I got my table for dinner sitting by the window with my cider looking over the menu as the place cleared out only one old couple in the corner and that weird guy at the bar still here

"Would you mind if I joined you?" A voice asked I looked up and saw that woman again now with a glass of rosé in her hand

"Ohh no not at all, I'd be delighted" I said offering her the other chair at my table she smiled and took it "your song was beautiful"

"Thank you" she smiled "I've not seen you before"

"No I uhh staying here for a holiday only came down this morning"

"I see. How do you like it so far?"

"It's amazing. In really waiting for someone to pull the rug out from under me it all feels too good"

"Well it's a nice place, I'm sure they'll be something somewhere" she smiled

We both ordered another drink and some food getting a sharing thing between us

"So, do you live around here?"

"I do. In the hotel"

"I see. You work here then?"

"As a cleaner. sometimes singing"

"I see well your song was beautiful I've never heard anyone like you"

"Thank you" she blushed her hand gently stroking the top of mine. I blushed a little so not use to having anyone… flirt with me well other than kelly at work but not like this. I couldn't deny I was interested in her she was beautiful and I couldn't stop looking at her breasts our food and drinks came and we spoke for a good while about the area, the hotel, the food.

"Sorry I uhh I don't even know your name"

"Y/n." She smiled

"Y/n? That's a very beautiful name" I smiled "Tom. Or Thomas. Either"

"Tommy" she giggled

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"usual Don't allow that one" I told her

"Ohh sorry I'll-"

"But. I'll let you" I smiled giving her a little wink

"That's sweet of you" she smiled stroking her foot up my leg a little I smirked and did it back too stroking my foot on her ankle and a little up her leg as we finished our food and our drinks

"So you have another song to sing?"

"No just one tonight, nothing left to do likely just go back to my room"

"Yeah me too."

"I could always. Come and keep you company?"

"Company? In my roo- oh."

She shrugged and smiled at me

"Yeah sure I uhh I'd love some company"

"Which room?"

"I'm room thirteen"

"I'll see you later then" she smiled getting up giving my head a kiss and heading out into the hotel as soon as I knew she was gone I pretty much bolted up to my room...

[yungidreamer]

Changes

Yunho discovers more about himself when he goes through with a little change and she and Mingi decide to reward him with a little attention. 

wordcount 7.4k

content warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), anal sex, blindfold, light restrains, sensory deprivation, emotionally charged sex, cuddling, aftercare, emotional bonding, coupley rituals, self-discovery

Yunho stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom just staring at himself. When he looked at the mirror, it didn’t feel like the person he saw was the real him anymore. His brown hair, in the same cut he had the last two years of high school, it just didn’t fit him any more. He wanted a change.

She walked into the bathroom behind him, coming to brush her teeth before bed. “What’s the serious look for?” She asked, coming up to give him a hug from behind.

“Nothing really,” he shook his head and gave her a little embarrassed look. “Just wondering if it’s time for a change.”

“Change can be good,” she agreed. “What were you thinking about?”

“What would you think if I dyed my hair,” he said tentatively. 

“Is that what you want?” she moved beside him to get a better look.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “Seonghwa looked really nice as a blond. Do you think I could pull it off?”

“I bet you would look amazing as a blond,” she decided, pushing a little bit of his shaggy hair out of his eyes.

“You think so?” He gave her a smile, reassured by her support.

“Yeah,” she nodded, pulling his face down to her for a kiss. He smiled shyly into the kiss, holding her hand against his cheek.

“I’ll think about it,” he hedged.

“Okay,” she nodded, watching him walk out of the room.

                     Saturday, 1 o’clock, meet me at the car

Yunho flipped the paper over in his hands as he leaned against the drivers side door of his old car. It was five minutes to one and he was still waiting. She was almost always early, giving him a reason for the moment’s doubt, had she forgotten? At two minutes to one she came jogging up the curve of the road towards their house.

“Sorry sorry sorry,” she panted as she came up to the car. “I lost track of time a little getting things from the library.” She lifted the arm full of books she was carrying to demonstrate what had made her almost late. “Let’s get going.”

He opened the passenger door and let her in before getting into the drivers side himself. “Where are we going?”

She took out her phone and put an address into maps, hitting the button to start the driving instructions. Yunho gave a laugh, shaking his head as he pulled out of the driveway. He obediently followed the directions, weaving through the suburban blocks to a little strip mall that the phone indicated was their final destination.

She popped out of the car with a smile, meeting him on his side and taking his hand as she led him into some place called Mane Events. He still had no idea what they were doing here.

“Hey we’re here for a color and cut for Yunho at 1:30.” She said to the person on the other side of the reception desk.

“Great,” The other woman said with a super cheery tone. “Yep we have you down. Take a seat and we will call you back in a moment.”

“Thank you,” she smiled back at the receptionist before walking with Yunho back to the seats in the waiting area.

“You got me a haircut,” he chuckled. Honestly, he had figured that she had forgotten that little conversation they had had before bed that night not so long ago. But, of course she hadn’t. He had still been debating with himself as to whether he could pull it off. He wasn’t gorgeous like Seonghwa or his literal model boyfriend. What if he looked silly; as if he was trying too hard?

Welp, here we are, he thought, I guess we’re here and we’re doing it. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and he squeezed her hand tighter.

“You ready for a little change?” She asked him, squeezing his hand back. “If not, we can cancel.”

“No no,” He paused, realizing his answer was a little muddled. “I’m ready to do this, I mean. I...I don’t know what cut to get though.”

“Did you want to see my ideas?” She scooted closer and pulled out her phone. “Here,” she pulled up the gallery on her phone and flipped a couple of pictures back until there was a picture of just a headshot of a guy with a clean, modern hair cut, and another, this one with a little more volume on the top, and another, a little bit longer. “Okay now this one was just an idea, but I think it's a little more daring...maybe for next time.” She showed him the last picture with a guy in a stylish swept over undercut.

“Yeah, I think next time maybe,” He covered his mouth and let out a shy laugh. “I’m not sure I’m cool enough for that yet.”

“I think you would look so hot in that,” she looked meaningfully into his eyes, making him blush. “But, what do you think about this one today?” she flipped back to the tapered hair that faded into a clean, close cut just above the ears. Yunho nodded, feeling like it was simple enough, but also a little more adult. He just hoped it would look good on him.

“You are going to be such a beautiful blond,” she looked up at him, hearts in her eyes, and he suddenly felt like he could do anything. He cradled her face and pulled her into a gentle kiss.

“Yunho?” Said a cheery voice from near the receptionist desk.

“Yeah,” he responded, standing up.

“Hey I’m Mandy,” the stylish brunette stepped forward and extended a hand to him. “I’m going to be cutting and coloring your hair today.”

“Great,” he took her hand and gave it a firm shake.

“Come with me,” she motioned over her shoulder towards the salon area. “We’ll get you started.”

“Can my, I mean,” he looked back as his girlfriend, still standing a little bit back in the waiting area. “Can my girlfriend come, too?”

“Oh yeah sure,” Mandy nodded. “Come on, we are going to color these cute locks first.” Yunho held his hand out to his girlfriend. She took it, and together they followed the stylist back to the chair where she would start her work. Yunho took a seat and she put a cape over his shoulders.

“So what sort of color were we thinking today?” She asked Yunho.

“Blond,” he replied.

“Okay well since we are starting with pretty dark hair, we won’t be going platinum or anything,” Mandy ran her fingers through his hair, testing its weight and texture. “But we can probably get you to a nice dark blond. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, sure,” Yunho agreed.

“Have you ever dyed your hair before?” She asked.

“No, I haven’t,” he admitted. “Does that make it harder?”

“No, if you haven’t had much done to your hair before it should be stronger,” Mandy explained. “I’ll have to give you some info on caring for your hair after this, but if you take good care of it, we should be able to keep your hair in good shape. Let’s get started, huh? I’m going to go mix some lightener and then we can get started. Be right back.”

Yunho watched her head to an area further back before turning to his girlfriend for reassurance. “I’ll look okay as a blond, right?”

“You’ll look amazing,” she agreed with complete confidence. “I am sure Mandy will do a great job with it.”

“I just...what if I look stupid?” He whispered, the tips of his ears going a little pink under the fringe of his hair.

“You won’t,” she promised, hopping off the empty chair she had been sitting in to come up beside him. “You are going to look so cute.”

“Yeah?” He asked, sliding one hand out from under the slick fabric of the cape.

“Cross my heart,” she went up on tiptoes and gave his lips a quick peck. Mandy returned, tools and gloopy lightener in hand.

“Aww, you two are so sweet.” Mandy declared as she set her things down in the work space. “How long have you two been together?”

“A little more than a year,” Yunho answered, giving her a smile.

“You two are so young!” She sounded surprised. “Are you like high school sweethearts or something?”

“Something like that,” Yunho shrugged.

“That’s so cute,” Mandy clucked. “Okay so what I really want to do with your color is just give you a good medium blond, with some highlights and maybe keep it a shade darker up near the roots; something that looks really natural; like you spent your summer hanging out at the beach.”

“Okay yeah, that sounds good,” Yunho like the sound of it, even if he had trouble picturing what that would look like.

“What sort of cut were you thinking about?” Mandy followed up running a comb through his hair to bring it off his face.

“Honey, can you show her…?” He looked to his girlfriend who nodded and pulled out her phone. She leaned over and showed her the picture they had been leaning towards. Mandy nodded with excitement.

“That is going to look so good on him,” Mandy enthused to the other girl. “Good taste, girl. Let’s get him looking like the hottie he is under there.”

Mandy set to work putting the lighteners in his hair and chatting with the pair as she worked. The conversation was light, mostly discussing school and the area, keeping it pleasant as she worked. Soon she took Yunho back to wash and condition his hair after the lightener had done its work.

“How about if your girlfriend waits for you in the reception area so that we can surprise her with the final product?” Mandy suggested, wanting to get to see the happy, surprised face she was sure her work would inspire.

“Sure, sure,” Yunho agreed and Mandy disappeared to escort the other girl back to the waiting area. When she returned, she took him back to her work area and turned him away from the mirror.

“I want to surprise you, too.” Mandy grinned at him. “So what made you want this change?”

“I don’t know,” He admitted. “I just wanted to do something different, something more adult, I guess.”

“Well with that baby face you have, I totally understand,” she nodded. “You are growing up, going to school and all that.”

“Yeah, I don’t really feel like that kid I was back home,” he shrugged. “I want my outside to match a little better, I think.”

“That is the best reason to change your style,” She gave him a wink and set to work. She was fast, the zipping click of her scissors filling the air as she clipped, trimmed, and shaped his hair. She combed the hair off his forehead and worked some product into it as she ran her fingers through to the ends to make sure that everything was even. Satisfied, she pulled out the hairdryer to blow it dry into the final style.

When it was done, she pulled a few hairs down into his face, giving the final look a sort of devil-may-care air. Finally satisfied, she stood back, telling him to wait and resist the urge to turn around until she got back. Yunho agreed, watching as she went to go get the girl waiting to see the final look in the reception area. They came back, laughing together, Mandy with one hand in front of the other’s eyes as they drew near. Yunho was suddenly nervous for the reveal. Maybe she wouldn’t like it, then what?

“Alright everyone, here you go,” Mandy lifted her hand up, letting the other girl see him for the first time. Even before she could see him, she was already excited, biting her lip in anticipation of the vision of the boy who would be presented to her. She cracked her eyes open and her jaw dropped. He looked like he had gotten three years older in the half an hour the styling had taken. With his hair styled back, his dark brown eyes stood out and she would have almost sworn it made his cheekbones sharper.

“Babe, you look soooo good,” she breathed, bringing her hands to cover her mouth. Yunho finally stood up and turned to see himself in the mirror. He almost didn’t recognise himself in the reflection. He loved it and he just felt pretty. Reaching up, he touched the well styled locks, admiring the golden, honey tones she had managed to bring out. It was softer than he thought, not held stiff, but still staying out of his face.

“Can I show you what you need to get this look at home?” Mandy asked, grinning from ear to ear at how pleased they both were. 

“Yes please,” Yunho nodded, eager to keep it up. Mandy escorted them to the wall of products the salon both used and sold, giving him a conditioner, mousse, a light wax, and something to use when he washed to keep his hair from taking on any discoloration. They headed to the register laden with products but very pleased.

Yunho reached for his wallet, only to have her stop him. “This was my treat.”

“I can pay,” He insisted, but she shook her head and passed the receptionist her card as he spoke. With everything paid for, and all the products bagged up for the trip, they headed home.

Mingi was sprawled out on the couch waiting for the both of them when they got back. He perked up when he heard the growl of the old car engine pull into the driveway, eager to see them since they had been gone all afternoon. She had left earlier in the day, needing to pick up some things from the library for classes next week, not coming back before she and Yunho went to do whatever it was they had planned. She had refused to tell him what her plan was, only saying that he would get the surprise when Yunho did. He had to admit that it was probably fair. He wasn’t really good at keeping secrets between all of them. Sometimes he forgot something was supposed to be a surprise, and sometimes words just fell out of his mouth before he thought about what it was he was saying.

When the door finally opened, she poked her head in, a wide grin on her face.

“Hi love,” she greeted as he moved into a sitting position. “Can you close your eyes for me, real quick?”

“O...okay,” Mingi nodded, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He heard footsteps enter the room and a few things being put down on the coffee table in front of him. She took a seat on the couch beside him, he knew it was her by the smell of their favorite perfume of hers coming to tickle his nose as her hand came to cover his eyes, just to be sure.

“Yunho, ready?” She asked, amusement dancing in her voice.

“Yeah,” He replied, an odd mix of confidence and shy tones coloring his voice. She took away her hand and Mingi opened his eyes. It took a second for him to focus and for his eyes to travel up to look at Yunho’s face. When his eyes landed on his hair, he felt a twisting in his stomach and felt, more than realized, that his jaw went slack. He looked...so good. 

Without thinking about what he was doing, Mingi came to his feet and went to the other boy. His hands went to his face, tilting it to the angle that let their lips meet. He pressed his plush lips to Yunho’s perfectly shaped cupid’s bows, pressing as he felt the other boy smile into the kiss.

“I take it you like it?” Yunho chuckled shyly, when Mingi pulled back.

“Fuck, you look so good,” Mingi whined, touching it gently, not wanting to mess up the style. “Blond?”

“The color is okay?” Yunho asked him, entwining his fingers with the other boys’.

“You look hot,” Mingi grinned.

“Doesn’t he?” She said coming up beside them. “I have an idea.” She took their entwined hands and led them down the hall, the boys looked at each other, a thrill of anticipation moving between them. She brought them into the bedroom and sat Yunho on the edge of the bed.

“Mingi, can you undress him for me?” She asked, a dark sparkle in her eyes. “You should strip, too.” She added as she crossed the room. Mingi nodded, letting his hands go to the hem of Yunho’s t-shirt. Pulling it off over his head, Mingi kissed along the other boy’s collarbone, his soft lips flitting over it. Yunho shivered, his hands going to the other boy's waist to hold himself steady.

As his lips continued to travel over Yunho’s neck and shoulders, Mingi’s hands traveled to the band of Yunho’s jeans, following the line until his fingers reached the button. Yunho bit his lip, letting Mingi undress him was the softest torture. He loved it. Mingi’s long fingers hooked into the waistband, pulling them down his narrow hips.

“You look like an angel,” Mingi whispered against the shell of his ear. “I want you so much.”

Yunho let out a breathy sigh. Mingi was usually more prone to showing his affection than speaking about it. The words sent a spiral of desire through Yunho, and he pulled Mingi’s lips to his own, his thumbs caressing his cheeks as he held his face. Yunho stepped out of his jeans and underwear without breaking the kiss, the taste of the other boy only feeding the fire inside him.

“On the bed,” Her soft command came as they drew apart finally. Yunho nodded, one hand going to cover his growing erection, feeling exposed. He noticed that she had been busy as he and Mingi had been engaged with each other. She was carrying a few things in one hand, but he wasn’t sure what aside from the fact that they seemed to all be made of black satin, soft, shiny and long.

“Do you trust us?” She asked, giving him an admiring look that raked up his body and landed on his face. Yunho blushed but nodded. Behind her, Mingi stripped, quickly and eagerly, leaving his discarded clothes in a messy pile. “Okay, give me your hands.”

Yunho swallowed but put his hands out to her. Putting what was in her hands on the bed beside him, she took his hands in hers, pressing a soft kiss to the palm of each before turning them over. She picked up what looked to him like two loops of black satin and pulled apart one loop with the recognizable ripping sound of velcro.

“Neither of you have looked into what I had in that box, did you?” She chuckled when his mouth made a cute little O when he realized they were soft restraints.

“I forgot about it,” Mingi admitted as he tucked himself behind Yunho.

“Me, too,” Yunho conceded as he watched her small hands wrap the shiny satin around his wrists. Taking a step back, she started to strip, leaving Mingi and Yunho to watch on the bed. Mingi enveloped Yunho in his arms as they watched her slowly remove her clothes. His fingers danced over the other boy’s skin, raising goosebumps as he stroked along the flat planes of his stomach and his chest.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she,” Mingi whispered in his ear. “Just like you.”

Color rose on Yunho’s cheeks and a giddy giggle escaped his lips at the compliment. Yunho turned his heat to meet Mingi’s lips as he brought his bound hands up to hold the hand Mingi had pressed against his chest.

When she was stripped bare, she returned to the bed and picked up the last scrap of material left on the bed. It unfurled softly as she picked it up and Yunho finally realized what it was. It was a satin and lace blindfold that sparkled with little beaded embellishments. She gave him a reassuring smile as she lifted it to his eyes, tying it comfortably and securely over them.

“He does look beautiful like this, doesn’t he?” She praised. “He should be worshiped like the darling that he is.”

“How?” Mingi asked breathlessly. He loved the idea. He wanted to shower Yunho in adoration and he looked like a fallen angel, blinded and lightly bound.

“Help me get him to the middle of the bed,” she instructed. Yunho was surprised by how much the simple restraints and the blindfold threw him off. Mingi guided him to the middle of the bed where Yunho sat back on his heels, feeling oddly on display for the two of them. He felt the long frame of Mingi curl around behind him a moment before he felt her hands brush over his thighs. In his lap, his hands fidgeted, unsure of what he should do with them. As if she sensed his hesitation, her hands slid up to cover his before she leaned in to kiss his lips.

“Mingi, can you take his hands; keep them up on the back of his head for me?” She requested in the silence of the room. Yunho’s breath caught as he let her guide his hands up and over his head until he felt Mingi’s hands catch his wrists and guide his hands to the back of his head. He interlaced his fingers to help hold the position more comfortably .

Mingi pressed a kiss to his slender fingers. “Good boy,” He murmured, forcing him to lean back against him a little. Yunho let out a shuddering breath as he heard her shift in front of him and felt her put a little more weight on the hands she had splayed over his thighs. He jumped as he felt her soft lips brush over the tip of his erection. Behind him Mingi let out a sound of approval and Yunho felt one of his hands work around his waist and come to rest on his stomach below his belly button.

“Does it feel good?” Mingi asked him, voice low and sultry. “Her lips look so pretty on your cock.”

“Yes,” Yunho whimpered.

“Do you want more?” Mingi teased, letting his fingers on Yunho’s stomach move slightly on his skin.

“Yes,” a shade of tension in his voice as Yunho confirmed.

“What do you want?” She asked, her voice traveling up from somewhere low on his body.

“Taste me,” He asked, color rising on his cheeks as he did.

“Like this?” As she asked, she took the tip of him in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Yunho couldn’t answer, but drew in a sharp breath through his nose in response. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she gave a low snort before bringing her mouth back to him. The flat of her tongue brushed along the underside of his cock as she slid it into her mouth. Yunho let out a choked sound, the sensation more overwhelming behind the darkness of the blindfold.

“Her mouth is already so full and she hasn’t even taken that much of you in it,” Mingi observed, loving both the sight itself and being able to tease his other lover with the narration of what it was he was being denied sight of. “Do you think she can take more?”

“I...I don’t know,” Yunho felt himself twitch at the thought.

“Do you want her to try?” As Mingi asked the question, he let the tip of his pinky brush along the base of Yunho’s erection, focusing his attention there all the more.

“Please,” Yunho mewled. He felt her smile around him as she drew back to the tip. He could feel her adjust her position, then her mouth sunk down his length further. The tip of his erection brushed the back of her throat and he felt her gag slightly around him. His body twitched involuntarily and he felt her slide her mouth back off him, wet sounds filling his ears as she did.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he chanted, feeling like he had done something wrong, despite not having moved.

“You’re doing so well, love,” she praised, her voice slightly rough. “I bet your arms are getting tired, aren’t they?”

“I’m okay,” He rushed to assure her. They were getting tired, but he didn’t want this to stop, and he could endure if it meant the pleasure would continue.

“Let’s make this a little easier for you,” she soothed. He could feel the both of them move, urging his hands forward and helping him move forward until his hands met the solid material he recognized as the headboard of the bed. He leaned forward, letting some of his weight rest on his hands as he remained on his knees. Mingi moved up behind him, prompting him to spread his legs slightly so that he could kneel between his legs. Yunho could feel how aroused Mingi had become with what he had been watching. He bit his lip at the feel of his erection brushing the curve of his ass. He could hear her move into the space below him, squeezing in among the pile of soft pillows there.

“Is that easier?” She asked him as she took him in her hand.

“Yeah,” he had to admit it was much easier on his body.

“Good,” She placed a kiss against the tip of him. Yunho gave a little gasp and arched his neck back slightly.

“You look so tempting like this,” Mingi ran his hands down Yunho’s sides to rest on his narrow hips. His large hands held him in place as he ran his thumbs over the soft flesh of his behind. Below, she swirled her tongue around him and dipped her head lower over his length again. Their combined touches made his back arch, wanting to be able to move into both their touches, though it was an impossible contradiction.

“Do...do you think you could take me?” Mingi asked from behind him, sounding unsure for the first time that afternoon.

“Yes...maybe…” Yunho answered, both excited and intimidated by the prospect. Neither of them had tried that before. It wasn’t that they had rejected the idea, just that there had always been other things they had done instead. He felt Mingi pull back and move off the bed as she continued to use her mouth on him. The warm cavern of her mouth felt so good and the little sounds she made were almost enough to keep him distracted from trying to picture what Mingi was doing. He heard the swish of the bedside table drawer being opened, then rustling and the crinkling of a condom wrapper; a sound he had become more familiar with than he would have credited. 

Something hit his leg just before he heard the drawer shut and the bed moved under Mingi’s returning weight. The soft caress of Mingi’s hand on the small of his back as he returned to the space between his legs, sent shivers through Yunho.

“Tell me you want this,” Mingi encouraged. 

“I want you,” Yunho affirmed.

“Promise me, you’ll tell me if it hurts,” Mingi implored as his hands gripped and massaged the soft muscular curve of Yunho’s backside. Yunho nodded. “I’ll go slow.” Mingi promised before reaching for the bottle of lube that was resting against Yunho’s calf on the bed. There was a familiar click as he flicked the lid open and Yunho finally figured out what had landed near him from the drawer. Of course, he smiled to himself.

He tensed in anticipation, his mind battling to focus on the gentle feel of her mouth on him and waiting with bated breath to feel what Mingi would do next. In a moment he felt a cool wetness spread between his cheeks, spread by two of Mingi’s long, blunt fingers. The lube warmed to his body quickly as Mingi made slow and deliberate circles around his tightly puckered entrance. Yunho bit his lip. The movement felt good, especially combined with what she was doing on the other side of him.

“Relax,” Mingi kissed his back as his free hand caressed his waist on one side.

“Sorry,” Yunho gave an apologetic laugh, realizing he was tense. It wasn’t so much fear as anticipation and not knowing what to expect. He took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the sensations of pleasure he was receiving from both of them. Mingi kept up his gentle circles but below him, he could hear her shifting. The top of her head brushed against his chest and he heard the soft plop of what he guessed must have been pillows hitting the floor.

“Hi,” her voice drifted up from slightly higher on his body and she placed a gentle kiss against his chest.

“Hi,” he said back, his voice more airy than he expected. She put her hands on his hips and took the tip of him into her mouth, sucking it lightly like the whirl on the top of a cup of soft-serve. At the same time, behind him, Mingi had worked the tip of a finger in him and was slowly moving it in circles to spread him wider. Yunho concentrated on the gentle friction, stopping himself from tensing at the intrusion.

Her lips slid lower, the new position allowing her to move on him more comfortably, and she moaned around him. The sound and sensation traveled over his nerves and he let out a shuddering breath. As he felt his tip brush against the back of her throat, he felt her fingers grasp his hips more firmly and she pushed further. Her throat spasmed around him and he let out an almost pained moan as she pulled off with a surprised choke.

“Are...are you okay,” he asked, feeling Mingi still behind him as well.

“Yeah,” her voice was slightly hoarse and she cleared her throat before continuing. “Just working things out.”

“Are you too big for our girl?” Mingi teased, moving his fingers again. “Her poor mouth can’t take all of you.” Yunho let out a whine at the image that flared in his mind; her small mouth open, lips circling his length, as she struggled to take him in. Pleasure pooled in his stomach and he gripped the headboard harder.

“Is she as pretty as I imagine?” Yunho asked the other boy as he felt him work in a second finger.

“Prettier,” Mingi breathed in his ear. “Her lips are so pretty and pink around you.” She sank down on him again as Mingi said it, sending a shiver through him. “Are you ready for me to come inside you?”

“Yes, please,” Yunho nodded, feeling a desperate anticipation.

“Don’t move,” Mingi directed him, taking his fingers back and putting more lube on both Yunho and the condom. “If you do you might hurt our girl, so keep still.” Yunho nodded, stiffening slightly as he felt the dull head of Mingi penis press against him. Shhhhh, Mingi soothed, bringing his hands to Yunho’s waist, one still slick with lube. Yunho nodded and took a deep breath. He let his head hang down and concentrated on relaxing into the slow intrusion. She had paused what she was doing, instead soothingly running her palms over his tense stomach and chest. Mingi moved with excruciating slowness, sliding in a bit and pausing as Yunho fluttered around him. When he finally felt the other boy's hips press against him from behind, Yunho let out a shuddering laugh. Mingi felt so big inside him and he had a moment’s sympathy for their girl. She was so small and yet she welcomed their intrusion into her body so happily.

“You okay,” Mingi asked from behind.

“Yeah,” Yunho nodded. He felt like he should be doing something, an impatience rising in him as both of them touched him lightly but remained still otherwise.

“You’re ready for me to move?” Mingi asked, pressing a kiss against his shoulder.

“Please,” Yunho begged, all his pride gone as desperation and desire rose in him like a tide.

“Okay, just keep still.” Mingi said, giving a nod that was obviously directed to her, he felt her shift to take him in her mouth again as Mingi held his hips and slowly pulled back. She enveloped him as Mingi slowly slid out of him until only the tip was still inside. The contrasting sensations sent a shiver through him and he sucked in a breath. Mingi’s member slid back in filling him as Yunho felt himself fill her mouth, his tip brushing the back of her throat again. Her throat twitched against it and Yunho couldn’t help but let out a tense moan.

“Do you like this,” Mingi asked, letting his hips snap into Yunho with more force though he kept a firm grip on him to keep him still.

“Yes,” Yunho confirmed. He felt breathless and exposed, but at the same time it was like he was at the center of this private world. They both were lavishing their love on him and he could only let them. In the darkness behind the blindfold, he could only feel their affection and hear how they responded. Wet sounds tantalized him as she took him in her mouth and mixed with the rough breaths Mingi gave in time with his thrusts. It was almost overwhelming, being forced to only experience their love, his hands bound, stopping him from reaching for them to return it.

“You feel so good around me,” Mingi whined against his ear, one arm moving across Yunho’s chest to hold him against him as his hips started moving faster. “Do we make you feel good?”

“Yes,” Yunho confessed, tears pricking the backs of his eyes for some reason he couldn’t quite express. “Please don’t stop.”

“I love you both,” Mingi rumbled against his neck. “I could live in this moment forever. Tell me what you want.”

“God, I want you to fuck me as I cum down her throat,” Yunho admitted, desperately tense as the words spilled out of his lips. “I want the feel of both of you in me and around me. I want to get lost in this feeling and never come back. Please, please, please.” He felt a hot tear escape the corner of his eye only to be absorbed by the fabric covering them. He was grateful it hid the welling of emotion for him, coming from somewhere inside him he hadn’t known was there.

Yunho let out a keen as he felt her take him deeper in his mouth, ignoring the tug of her gag reflex as she pushed herself. Mingi thrust faster as he held Yunho, back to chest, murmuring words of encouragement, telling him how good he made him feel. Low in his stomach he could feel his orgasm coming, it clenched like a knot and sent an electrical tingle through every nerve in his body.

“I’m so close,” he choked out between clenched teeth.

“Me too,” Mingi nodded against his shoulder, making his thrusts harder but hitting as deeply as he could. Yunho bit his lip between his teeth until it hurt. He heard her take a deep breath and then felt her take him again, her tongue sliding wetly along the bottom of his cock. She angled her head and slid him down deep into her throat. It clenched around his length and he suddenly stiffened as his orgasm hit him. Yunho let out a breathless sob as it snapped inside him and he emptied himself into her.

Behind him Mingi sped up, his movements becoming uneven and rougher. Yunho could tell when his own orgasm hit him as his fingers clawed at his hips and chest. Mingi held him close as he felt himself fill the condom, desperate to fill his senses with Yunho as pleasure rushed over him.

It was all too much and Yunho suddenly felt a smothering wave of emotion hit him. A sob escaped him and his hands dropped from the headboard, startling her as they caught the back of her head, still bound.

“Sorry,” he managed to get out, still overcome, when he heard her exclamation. He could feel them both panic around him as Mingi pulled himself out, still keeping hold of Yunho as she quickly unbound his hands and removed the blindfold.

“Did I hurt you?” Mingi asked, pulling him back to sit between his legs, pulling the other boys head back to rest on his chest.

“No,” Yunho shook his head but let out a shuddering sob even as he did. “It was just...it was so much.” He tried to put it into words but couldn’t find them.

“Hold him,” she instructed Mingi before getting off the bed and going into the bathroom. Yunho let himself melt into the embrace of the other boy as he muttered sweet nothings in his ear. Mingi told him how beautiful he looked, how wonderful he made him feel, how much happiness he brought into his life.

They were so absorbed in the whirlwind of emotions that they didn’t register the sound of the water being run into the large tub until she returned, softly asking Mingi to help her get him into the bath to clean up. Mingi nodded, sliding off the bed and putting an arm around Yunho, under his armpits, to help steady him as they walked to the bathroom.

“Get in first,” She instructed Mingi, letting him slip into the warm, scented water before she let Yunho get in afterwards.

“What about you,” Yunho reached out for her as he sat between Mingi’s legs.

“I’m just going to clean up a little and order some food,” she promised. “I’ll come back in a minute.” Yunho let his hand drop and relaxed into Mingi’s hold. After she left, closing the door gently behind her, they sat in silence for a moment, only the drip of the bathtub tap joining their breathing and the gentle lap of the water when one of them moved.

“You promise I...or we didn’t hurt you?” Mingi asked again, turning Yunho’s face to look at him. There was a sheen of pain in his eyes as he asked.

“No, you didn’t, neither of you,” Yunho swore, bringing up a wet hand to caress Mingi’s cheek. “I don’t know how to put it, but it felt so good that everything just hit me all at once. I love you both so much and…” he trailed off but felt another tear escape and turned his face to try and hide it.

“Don’t look away,” Mingi gently turned Yunho’s face toward him. “Can you smile for me?” He held Yunho’s face and ran the pad of his thumb over his cheek. Yunho laughed, looking at him with sparkling eyes. 

They relaxed for a few more minutes in the water until she came back in. Her hair was damp and she was dressed in one of Yunho’s old oversized t-shirts. She had obviously showered and changed while the two boys had lain in the tub together.

“Are you two ready to get out or do you need a few more minutes?” She asked, kneeling down beside the tub. Yunho nodded and sat forward a little as she got up and retrieved a towel off the nearby rack. Yunho stepped out of the bath and she wrapped him up in the soft terry cloth, gently rubbing it against him to soak up the droplets of water on his skin. Yunho stepped to the side, letting Mingi get out of the water and open the drain, then receive the same warm care she had given him.

They followed her out of the bathroom and realized they must have been in there longer than they thought when they looked at what she had done with their room. The curtains were drawn over the window, hiding the darkness that had drawn down on the cool fallish world outside the window. The room however was warm and inviting. She had lit candles and placed them on most of the surfaces in the room, illuminating it with their flickering warmth. The bed had been remade with fresh sheets and the smell of their favorite perfume hung in the air. It felt like home.

“Here,” she brought them both to the foot of the bed where they found pyjamas waiting for them to put on. They slipped off their towels, putting their pjs on while she hung the damp towels back in the bathroom. The two boys climbed into the bed, sinking back into the pillows as they waited for her to join them.

“The food will be here soon,” she explained, slipping out and leaving them in the quiet of the room. They settled back into the pillows and Mingi reached out, taking the other boy’s hand. Candle light made the shadows in the room dance and Yunho let his mind wander. Today had been a good day, he felt warm and light as Mingi’s fingers played with his own.

“Are you okay?” Yunho asked Mingi when the silence stretched out between them.

“I think I want to cut my hair, too,” he said in response. Yunho turned to face him and let out a joyful giggle.

“Yeah?” Yunho queried between peels of laughter. “You want a change, too?”

“Yeah,” Mingi gave him a joyful grin. “You look so good with your blond hair and of course our girl always looks hot. I don’t want to be left behind.”

“No, babe,” Yunho shook his head, rolling closer to give his lover a little kiss. “You are so handsome. But if you want a haircut...I know a place now.”

“Was it fun?” Mingi asked, wrapping his arms around the other boy as he laid his head on his chest.

“Mandy was pretty cool,” He admitted. “And she did a great job. I bet she could do wonders with you.”

“You think so?” Mingi smiled down at Yunho’s face where it rested on his chest.

“Oof, I’m going to have to start worrying about competition for both of you if you two get any prettier than you already are.” Yunho teased.

“Mmm, maybe,” Mingi joked back. “Too bad for them, I’m already taken.”

“Yeah?” Yunho giggled, caressing his cheek. “Lucky us, nabing you first.”

“Yeah, lucky you,” Mingi gave him a confident look. “You got this gorgeous face...the body isn’t so bad either.” She came back into the room as Mingi finished his boast with a pleased, face splitting grin.

“Damn straight,” she said to both of them as she returned laden with bags of delicious smelling food. “You both have amazing bodies and I’m lucky enough to get to play with them all the time.”

She joined them, cuddling in beside them on the bed and they tucked into the food together. When they were all sated, they cleared the bed and curled up under the covers. Yunho passed her the book they had been reading together from the bedside table before he curled up against her, head resting on her chest. Mingi lay down on the other side of her, curling up with his head on her lap.

“The beach was full of completely white sand.” She read aloud. “The bay was like a half-moon stretching from one headland to the other, and it formed a trap for all that the winds swept round the island towards the leeward side. Driftwood lay piled up at the high water mark…” Her voice filled the room, its warmth matching the light of the candles that surrounded them. It was their favorite time of the day and a ritual they had begun over the last few weeks. She read through the chapter, finishing it before they brushed their teeth, blew out the candles, and slipped back under the covers to sleep. They all curled up together, limbs entwined, holding each other as they closed their eyes.

“Thank you for everything today,” Yunho whispered into her neck as he kissed it, nuzzling into its softness.

“Did you really enjoy it all,” she asked him quietly.

“It was amazing,” he confirmed. “I feel like I’m finally getting to be who I’m supposed to be with you two. I’m so happy you both picked me.”

“I’m so glad we found each other,” she stroked the arm he had thrown over her.

“I love you so very much,” he told her. “Maybe tomorrow I can put the blindfold on you and show you just how much you mean to me...to us...”

[knight-queen]

Lunatic Parade Ruki Mukami – (Final)

[Chapter 1]   [Chapter 2]  [Chapter 3]  [Chapter 4]  [Final]

Place: Mortstein Hotel • Guest Room / ホテル • モーントシュタイン客室

Ruki: Is there anything you forgot?

Yui: I checked properly so no.

(With this, it means we have to say farewell to demon world huuh…)

(All of these ended just in a blink of eyes…)

(...We had to face many tough situations though)

*Knock*

Mornstein Hotel Manager: Excuse me. Are the customers inside?

Yui: (...? Some person from the hotel? But why….)

Ruki: ….Yes. Is there any business with us?

*Door opens*

Manager: Actually, a present has arrived for you in our reception desk, and I am here to hand it over. Here you go…

Ruki: ...A present? But from who...kh...this is….

Manager: Well then, I will be off….

Yui: ...What happened? Ruki kun?

Ruki: Looks like the shoemaker has sent a present for you.

Yui: Eh…! From Mr. shoemaker….?

Ruki: You can open it.

Yui: (...What it could be…)

*Opens*

Yui: gh...waah…!

(So pretty shoes….!)

Ruki: ….So good right. Looks like the shoes of a princess in parable.

Yui: Yeah, really…

(For making such beautiful shoes means he’s really cool after all…)

Ruki: More than that, that shoemaker really creates so stylish products…

...I think it goes well with you.

Yui: Fufu, I wonder….

Ruki: It’s very pretty so what about trying it out?

It’s unfortunate that the gorgeous parade has already ended.

Yui: Yes...then I’ll wear it.

Ruki: Lend it, I will put you these shoes on.

Yui: Eh? But…

Ruki: Just give it.

*Ruki gets closer + Takes the shoes*

Yui: Ah…

Ruki: ...Alright then.

Yui: Ru- Ruki kun…?

(He just kneeled down and…)

Ruki: If you are a princess then let me imitate the samurai who always protects the princess.

Yui: Eh…

Ruki: ...Come, hold up your leg.

But...that’s right. Before wearing shoes to someone, a samurai would do this at first…

*Fades to CG*

Ruki: nh…*kiss*

Yui: kh…!

Yui: (H- he’s doing this on my toes…!)

(Talking about Ruki kun, what is he….!)

*CG changes*

Ruki: ...What’s wrong? You’re making such a red face.

Yui: B- because…!

(He did such a thing…!)

Ruki: Come on, put on these shoes.

Yui: Y- yes…

(Ah, perfectly…)

Yui: (It’s sparkling, looks like it’s really the shoes of a princess…)

Ruki: Hmph, it really suits well just like I imagined.

To me, you are the most precious existence than anyone or anything.

I am not really a samurai or something but, the fact that I’ll always protect you will never change. 

This is why, I always want you to be by my side….Won’t you refuse it?

Yui: ...Of course not.

(Let’s always be together from now on, Ruki kun…)

一 The end of Ruki’s LP

[itsgoodtoseemeisntit30]

Dentist! - Dhawan!Master-Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut 

It took all my strength to not stay in the warm bed. The man next to me turned over and muttered “are you gonna turn that alarm of love?” 

I groaned and whispered to my smart speaker to stop the morning tune it was playing to wake me up. “I suppose I should get up for work.” 

“Urgh, work is so boring.” He said in my ear. 

“Well, we can’t all be time travelling aliens and I need this job to keep me afloat when you leave me alone.” 

He said nothing in response so I rolled out of bed and turned on the light. 

I jumped in the shower and then returned back into my bedroom. I chose my underwear almost on auto-pilot and it was only when I looked at the Master’s smirking face did I look down at my selection - a black lacy bra and pants. It was one of his favourites. 

“You dick.” I joked “I’d thank you for not hypnotising me without me knowing.” I said whilst pulling on my work shirt. 

The Master smirked and pushed himself up on his elbows. His black hair was messed up from sleep and his eyes sparkled with early morning mischief. “Oh but you love it” He said darkly. I felt compelled to come closer to him and put my hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeply, his hands wrapped around my waist and brought me closer. 

“No, no I’ve got to go to work.” I mumbled into him and pulled away, he looked like a wounded puppy. 

I was now running late and leaving my flat in a rush. I had a job at a dental surgery on reception only a short drive away from home so I arrived with seconds to spare. The Practice Manager and the other receptionist were standing in the waiting room, clearly waiting for me. “Ahh, hello Y/N I just wanted to make a quick announcement. The new root canal specialist is starting today. He hasn’t got any treatments, just consultations for now but I’m sure he’ll find his feet quickly.” Announced my manager. 

I glanced at my colleague, this wasn’t something I was aware of. She read my expression and said “ we employed him when you were away.” 

I nodded and just at that moment the doorbell went “that must be him. I’ll go and let him in.” Said my manager. I busied myself behind my desk, not looking up until my manager said “ladies, this is Doctor Koschei.” 

I looked up with a pre-prepared smile on my face and almost gasped out loud. There stood the Master, my Master wearing his signature check trousers suit, blue shirt and purple coat. “Nice to see such good looking receptionists.” Said the Master cheekily, giving me a small wink that went unnoticed by my manager and colleague. 

“Oh you can stay.” Giggled my colleague, which was really unbecoming of the woman’s advanced age. I rolled my eyes at her comment. Without another word the Master left us. 

I looked at the diary, he didn’t have a patient until 9am. I made a plan to go and confront him once my morning tasks had been completed. 

Unfortunately I got bogged down with my jobs and it wasn’t until his first patient arrived did I remember that I was supposed to be seeing him. 

I excused myself from the desk and walked down the corridor towards the surgery, his fake name was already on the door. How long had he been planning this? 

I knocked on the door, praying that a nurse wasn’t in there with him. 

“Come in.” I heard him call out. I opened the door and there he was in black scrubs which was the  practice’s signature colour but he made it so much more stylish. I checked around the surgery and didn’t see a nurse so I locked the door and said “what the fuck are you doing here?” 

“Language Miss YL/N” said the Master with a mock serious expression. 

“No seriously, why are you here? You’re not a dentist.”

“I have had the training.” 

“Watching Little Shop of Horrors on repeat is not training.” 

The Master slunk towards me and I suddenly felt very turned on by his presence. “Admit it, you’re glad I’m here aren’t you?” 

He pulled my arms high above my head and kissed me fiercely. Desire pooled in between my legs as I kissed him back. 

“Jump” I heard in my head and I did as I was told, I held onto his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held onto me whilst peppering hot kisses down my neck and turned around, almost throwing me onto the dental chair. His excitable hands cupped my breasts and then travelled down to my skirt where they delved underneath. I shuddered with anticipation as he made small circles around my clit. 

“Say my name.” He growled. 

“Master!” I said weakly, trying to not climax too early. I didn’t want this to end. 

“Such a good girl.” My flailed out trying to find something to grip onto and it hit the antiquated ipod player. 

“You'll be a dentist

(Be a dentist)

You have a talent for causing things pain” sang the ipod. 

We stopped for a second to laugh at the absurdity of the situation “at least it’s appropriate.” Muttered the Master as he picked up speed again. I climaxed at the end of the song. 

“I’m sure they heard” I breathed out, trying to stop panting. 

Sure enough we then heard a knock on the door “Dr Koschei, everything alright? Are you ready for your first patient?” Called out a nurse. 

We looked at each other “wanna have some more fun? Skip this joint and head out to the stars?” Asked the Master. 

“Always, but how?” 

The Master wiggled his eyebrows and led me to what I thought was a cupboard but once he opened the doors we were in his TARDIS. 

“Have I ever told you that those scrubs look really sexy on you?” I asked as I pulled the Master back to my lips.

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[dreams-of-the-arcana]

Chapter 6! We get to follow along with @theroyalmage ‘s Kit Hunter in this one! It’s a little short but all leading up to good things!

Story ft. Asra Alnazar, Nadia Satrinava, Portia Devorak, Julian Devorak, Lucio Morgasson, Muriel of the Kokhuri, Andi, Cleo Rosehyn, Godiva “Goldie” Köhler, (TheRoyalMage’s) Emrys Trevellyn/Satrinava, Kit Hunter, @heartofnopal ‘s Quetzalli

Catch up here:

Bound By Ash and Smoke: An Arcana AU

Chapter Five: A Key

To say that Kit Hunter had an interesting past would be a gross understatement. In his relatively short life, Kit had managed to experience more than most citizens of Vesuvia did in their entire lifetime. Not that he was prone to say, bragging or anything.

So when he found himself in the elevator of the capitol building on his way to help his secret agent brother uncover a plot that threatened the Prime Minister by using his extensive illegal skills, let’s just say he wasn’t too surprised. He shifted the motorcycle helmet to perch on his hip as he double checked that he’d brought all his gear. Once he was satisfied, he checked his hair in the reflective surface of the doors. As they opened he prepared to throw some witty line out at whoever he met first but just as his mouth opened... his voice failed at the sight in front of him.

The outer office was clean and stylish which was boring but over in one corner color seemed to explode. Plants, candy dishes, Knick-knacks, and photos spread all over the reception desk but it was the woman sitting behind it all that rendered him speechless.

A gorgeous fiery looking redhead smiled up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Kit felt like his heart wanted to jump out of his chest. A striped red headband kept her wild hair back but some still fell in front of her face but didn’t block the beautiful blue eyes looking directly at Kit.

Oh.

Looking... directly...

Panic shot through him and Kit tried to laugh as he leaned against the desk. He tried again for something witty or smooth, unfortunately it didn’t come easily.

“Hi, Uh, what in the Arcana is a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

If the world could have opened up and swallowed him, he wouldn’t complain.

The woman just laughed though and leaned closer to him.

“Well, someone has to provide the chaos around here.”

Kit felt like a cartoon character who’s eyes popped out as hearts.

“You must be here for Agent Trevellyn, he’s right through that door. Unless you need someone to show you the way?”

She teased as she pointed to the door only a few steps away. Kit smiled and gave an exaggerated sigh.

“It looks like such a long harrowing journey but no, I must be strong. I must go on!” The woman laughed again and he would have gladly sat there all day listening to her.

Emrys had other plans though.

Little had either of the two noticed, the door had opened and Emrys was staring his brother down. Kit felt his gaze and turned to see Emrys raise his brow just slightly.

“Hey, br- Agent. I’m here to solve the case!”

Emrys shook his head but had a small smile as he gestured for Kit to come look at the door.

Kit bounced over with a small wave back to the woman at the desk.

As soon as he sat down in front of the door, it was all business. He ran his fingers over every inch of the door looking for even the smallest sign of tampering but found none.

“Is that a Magician’s lock?” Kit mostly mused to himself but Emrys nodded anyway.

That changed the game. The lock showed no signs of damage or even tampering and a quick inquiry to Emrys ensured him that the PM had no trouble opening it when she came in.

“Well, I know exactly how they did it,” Kit stood up and paused so Emrys could humor him.

“And?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Kit noticed the Secretary had leaned over the desk to listen too. “They...... had a key!”

The silence that followed was anything but comfortable. Emrys narrowed his eyes at his brother, the Secretary raised her brows in confusion, and the PM herself walked over to give him an incredulous stare.

“.... they had a key?” Emrys said slowly.

“Yep, no one is getting into a Magician lock without serious noticeable damage or a hammer. This baby is top of the line security and they’re known for being tricky.”

Kit was confident, no one was cracking this lock so cleanly.

Emrys went quiet again and Kit could see the gears whirling in his head as he refocused his approach.

“Understood. Thank you for your assistance and that will be all.”

Kit frowned slightly, of course Emrys was kicking him out as soon as things got good. All he’d done was look at one door and state the obvious, boring.

“Maybe I can-“

“No.”

Kit suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Fine, I’m going.”

Kit packed his little toolkit back up and slipped the packet back into the inner pocket of his leather jacket. Emrys and the PM were discussing putting together a list of new potential suspects.

“Ahem,” a small cough came from behind him. The Secretary had come out from behind her desk and held out a small paper bag to Kit.

“Thank you for your help, Mr...?”

Kit took the bag and opened it to see a freshly baked muffin that smelled like what hopes and dreams are made of.

“Oh no, please, my brother’s name is Mr. Mine is Kit, Kit Hunter.”

She smiled.

“Pleasure to meet you, Kit. I’m Portia Kocourek and I’m sure we’ll see each other around again.”

He certainly hoped so.

[inhanf-archived]

Mac ‘N Cheese

Square Filled:

S1 @cmbingo​, Praise kink @cm-kinkbingo​

Warnings: Pre-smut, thar be mentions of sex here, fake sick day

Length: 1757 words

AO3

It was 7 pm on a balmy Tuesday evening when Dr Spencer Reid walked into the lobby of the swanky New York hotel. Nothing about the situation felt familiar to him, being in a city he’d only visited once before and in particular not being there for a case made him a little more nervous than usual. He stuttered slightly as he gave the prearranged code to the reception clerk, smiling shyly at her when she handed him a keycard and pointed towards the elevator bank that led to the residents' rooms.

Using the mirror in the elevator to attempt to straighten his tie and sort his hair seemed futile even in the moment but he needed to do something with his hands or he was liable to fray the strap on his satchel from worrying it. The lift smoothly slowed and the doors hadn’t fully opened before he had strode out, walking towards the only door on this level.

He raised his hand and knocked gently, the profiler in him taking in his surroundings. He hadn’t had much cause to visit penthouse suites in his job at the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, and this one seemed fancier than the one they had been to in LA when investigating the death of a Silicone Valley investor a few years ago. Before his mind could spin completely into recalling that case the door in front of him opened and his normally rapidly-paced mind went blank.

Lila Archer was standing there smiling sweetly at him, fluffy white bathrobe hanging off one shoulder and her damp blonde hair scooped up into a messy knot atop her head. She had one hand on the door handle and the other clutching the front of the robe that had obviously been thrown on hurriedly. Spencer didn’t let his mind wander to the circumstances that had led to her to be damp and scantily clad, his composure was barely hanging on as it was and Lila made him nervous, even if it was in a mostly good way. ‘Spencer! You found the place ok?’ Spencer smiled and nodded, placing his satchel into the armchair nearest him. The suite was modern but not cold, with large windows and a sliding door onto a small rooftop balcony. The stylish grey suite wouldn’t have looked out of place in Lilas rented LA property he mused, as he turned back to face the beautiful woman he had so uncharacteristically taken a sick day from work to come meet.

Lila was suddenly shy too. She was used to men looking at her, she made a living out of wearing very little on television and flaunting her body for that very purpose. But Spencer had been different. He didn’t eye her up the way most men were prone to do and though she noticed the stutter and the slight blush in his complexion he had seemed perfectly content to just chat with her about the art that first night. He had been kind and attentive to her during the whole Maggie situation, far more respectful of her feelings and vulnerable mental state than any other man she knew would have been if she had kissed them in a skimpy bikini in a pool.

That kiss was what was on both their minds as they stood for a moment, shyly smiling and trying to guess what the other was thinking. The silence was on the verge of going on too long when the phone beside the door rang and Lila moved to pick it up. Giving her as much privacy as was possible Spencer walked further into the room, noting the bedroom through an open door on his right. Feeling the anxiety from the lift start to rise again he sat on the sofa and flicked through the hotels' room service guide that was the only thing on the coffee table besides a fancy looking decorative bowl. Lila finished the call and joined him, sitting sideways and waiting for him to finish with the options for in-room spa treatments he was suddenly very interested in.

‘That was the front desk, seems the paparazzi found me here and they’ve set up camp at both the front and side entrances’ Lila grimaced slightly, looking apologetically at Spencer. ‘Would it be too forward to suggest we order room service and hang out here instead of going out?’ ‘Lila I gave Hotch the single worst excuse for a few days off I could think of and caught the first train up here. I don’t care if we go out or stay in, I’m just happy to be here with you.’ They both smiled and Lila leaned over to place a soft kiss to Spencer's cheek. ‘I’m gonna go put some clothes on, could you call down and see if the kitchen will make us Mac n’ Cheese?’ Spencer laughed softly and nodded. She had confessed her love of the cheesy dish in a late-night phone call to him a few days after her case had closed. That had been only a few weeks ago but they had spoken on the phone almost every day since, and when Lila had told him she was unexpectedly in New York for the night ahead of an audition tomorrow he had taken Morgans advice and gone with his gut feeling. He truly didn’t mind what they got up to tonight, and he was a little relieved that Lila didn’t want to go to a club or somewhere else he would inevitably feel out of place and overstimulated.

After confirming the kitchen would indeed make Lilas chosen dinner he ordered two portions and inspected the mini bar for snack options. He had made the executive decision to turn on the tv, giving them something to do while eating instead of the slightly awkward silences Spencer knew he was prone to. Conversation flowed much more freely over the phone when there wasn’t the possibility that Lila might kiss him suddenly. Not that Spencer was opposed to that happening, he had kissed her back in the pool and it had been the most difficult thing to break away from her. Tonight there was no case to work, no need to try to manage her and Spencer was equally thrilled and terrified of the potential that provided.

Lila returned to the suites main room just as the knock on the door signalled the arrival of their food wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts that barely peeked out below the hem of the shirt. Busying himself with transferring their food to the coffee table Spencer took a few deep breaths to steady himself. His chosen outfit of blazer shirt and slacks was slightly more casual than his work attire but he knew they would leave nothing to the imagination if he let his mind linger on Lilas bare legs. Removing his blazer he draped it over the back of the couch, wondering when throw pillows had gone out of style.

They tucked into the admittedly delicious macaroni and cheese and had broken into the snack stash Spencer had found before the earlier silence returned. Spotting Lila looking at him Spencer smiled, puzzled. ‘Have I food in my teeth or something?’ Grinning Lila moved to her knees beside him. ‘No, but you have a little something right...’ She trailed off, her thumb very gently touching his bottom lip as her fingers ghosted against his cheek, and their eyes met for a split second before they both moved, lips and limbs colliding, her fingers sliding into his light brown curls, his hands resting, one against her cheek, the other at her waist, pulling her gently onto his lap. Much like it had been the first time they had kissed they found a rhythm of give and take came naturally to them, taking turns to chase the lips of the other when they broke for air, slowly moving with each other as their hands and lips explored.

Spencer moved Lilas long blond hair away from the side of her neck, trailing kisses along her jaw and down below her ear, revelling in the little noises of pleasure she was making. He took her earlobe very gently between his teeth and tugged softly before whispering against her ear. ‘Is this ok?’ Lila rolled her hips against him and moaned a ‘God yes! Do it again.’ A surge of pride and desire shot through Spencer at this but that was something to ponder later as he returned his attention to repeating his prior moves. Lila rolled her hips again and he could feel himself hardening against her with every moan. Feeling emboldened he slid his hands beneath the hem of the t-shirt that was now bunched up at Lila's hips, long fingers finding warm bare skin and tracing soft patterns over it as he pulled back to gauge her reaction.

‘It’s ok Spencer, I won’t break.’ Spencer matched her grin and looked away abashedly. ‘I know, I just haven’t, I don’t have much um, experience? I wanna make this, want to be good, for you.’ He felt her palms on either side of his face, drawing his gaze back up to meet her eyes. ‘It is good, this is kinda new for me too. I’ll tell you when something feels really good.’ Pressing her lips back to his Lila fisted her hand in the front of his shirt and moved them both sideways, twisting to lay on her back on the couch with Spencer hovering over her, resting his weight on a forearm by her shoulder. She let go of the shirt but moved to undo the buttons, using her legs to draw him in to settle between her thighs.

Spencer let her undress him, playfully rolling his own hips softly against her core and tugging on her lower lip with his teeth. He hit upon a second sweet spot accidentally, when kissing along her jawline caused her hands to still and a louder moan to spill from her lips. The twitch that resulted in his cock from this didn’t go unnoticed by either of them. ‘Like getting feedback Dr Reid?’ ‘Who doesn’t?’ She giggled and pushed his shirt off. ‘Knew you’d have a praise kink.’ Spencer made a mental note to look up what a praise kink was when he wasn’t half-naked between a movie stars thighs and utilized his momentary lift in boldness to pull her shirt off too, losing himself in the new expanses of soft tan skin to be thoroughly explored.

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Chateau Quarantine

                 Sophia Coppola smokes a cigarette while she waits for an omelette she has no intention of eating.  It’s a gloomy marine layered morning, you can barely see across Sunset. She’s been in lock down for three weeks and while she normally loves the moody, brooding decadence of the Chateau Marmont, its elite solitude is giving her a bit too much time to reflect. She thinks about the concept of crying as she watches a long torso-ed model skinny dip in the pool from the penthouse. There are no rules anymore, not that there were many in the first place. The hotel was shuttered to the public as of three weeks ago, and those who were already there could stay indefinitely. Sophia lives alone in the tower suite with the three bedrooms and the wrap around porch, known by some as “the Deniro”, but Robert himself couldn’t tell you why. Any legends or gossip about the Chateau were just bread crumbs to keep the public hungry and mystified. The real Chateau for the privileged few who used it, was an unceremonious respite for excessive loneliness, addiction, and often not great sex. The Chateau had a reputation: look but don’t fuck. Everyone’s genitals were rendered useless from anti-depressants.

               She thought she would be filming by now. Her cast is stranded too, with little guidance other than “we’ll wait it out.” The film she wanted to make stars Hugh Grant and Ewan McGregor as two estranged brothers coming together for their father’s funeral. Iman was set to the play the mysterious woman who shows up at the funeral who they then realize was their father’s mistress. It was going to be a slow movie about the brothers coming to terms with their father’s death and equally so falling in love with the woman he hid from them. All this would be suggested through intimate long takes, and funny, stylish, improvised montages. Always subtle and romantic without the sap, this was the tight rope Sophia liked to balance on.  At the end of the movie, both brothers are mildly changed, but not entirely. She has a sweet spot for the immovability of people’s psyches, particularly men. 

Sophia watches impartially, as the naked model floats on her back in the calm pool. It is so cold and early to swim, is she on drugs or is everyone at this place even more numb than they think? She wondered if her film was too male, too disembodied from her personally to mean anything.  Tapping into the male gaze, was an ability she was born with. Her father’s point of view was all she interacted with as a kid, and the underside of his specialties became her focus: the lost parts of men when they are too weak to hold up the heavy crown of their egos, who they were when they could let themselves feel outside of their work. But given the state of the world, and the molasses nature of time during lock down, Sophia started to question if what she always found to be her strength was just simply trauma. Was her whole profession a way to resolve some genetic creative stifling that took place in the shadow of her dad? Surely her body of work contains more than that. It’s not all a selfish attempt at repair. Is any art not selfish? "Maybe I should make a different movie, something that everyones gonna like for once.” She thinks to herself.  Thank God, her goat cheese omelette has arrived.

             Later on, the gothic lobby is empty besides the cast of her film and the elegant model behind the reception desk standing like a hollow sculpture, frightened by the chaos that lurks outside. Ewan McGregor, drunk off of five Marmont Mules, is showing Hugh Grant an app that maps the stars and constellations. Ewan has gone on and on about a camping trip he took around Scotland and how amazing the stars were, but when pressed for details about where exactly he was or what he saw or what year he did this, he can’t seem to remember anything at all.But that doesn’t dampen his excitement about the app. “See, that, there is Orion’s belt!” Ewan enthusiastically points out, his cute smirk displaying his bottom row of sweet corn kernel teeth. Ewan just recently learned about the stars. Until the age of 47, Ewan had been referring to them as “night freckles.” Many think this is why he didn’t have a fun time acting in  Star Wars, space simply befuddled him. Hugh and Ewan are dressed exactly the same: navy blue beanie, black jeans, a tight blue thermal, and desert boots- the actor man uniform they give you after you play opposite Nicole Kidman or Renee Zellweger.

“That’s brilliant,” says Hugh Grant completely perplexed by the app and confused at Ewan’s rambling. Hugh sticks a handkerchief up his nostril with his pointer finger and wiggles it around somewhat violently. Iman clocks this with a blink of disgust, her silk, gold blouse  glistens with god-like royalty in the amber glow.  “Can you turn your face away? That’s how the virus is spreading.” Her voice is deep and she rarely uses it because it changes the direction of the wind and messes with the tides.  “Aw, fuck me. That’s right, isn’t it?” Hugh Grant turns away and starting blowing his nose and coughing obnoxiously. Hugh is acting like a resentful brat because he knows he wont be able to have Iman. He decides he’s gonna pick a fight with Sandra Bullock via face time later to blow off steam. Iman is thinking she was right all along, she should never have agreed to this. She was already sick of the “beanie twins”. 

Hugh had been rattling on about how the movie needed a sex scene or at least a sexy scene and went on to say that Sophia had some sort of block. Iman felt that both Ewan and Hugh, however innocently, were exploiting their acting roles to gain real life experience, and there was no way in hell, she was going to kiss either of them.  Her kiss would make them immortal and Iman knew their souls needed more lifetimes to grow. Plus, she liked the script the way it was- underwritten and open for interpretation. Her character is symbolic of the side of their dad they didn’t get to meet-  spiritual, graceful, embodied. It was a soulful choice not to show any nudity or sex, one that could lead Americans to try to use whats left of their iPhone stolen imaginations.

                Meanwhile Michael Cain, who was supposed to play the dead father, is staring at the beautiful Victorian tapestry hanging behind her. “It’s like it’s right out of the Cloister’s.” Michael says under his breath. Michael is sweet, Iman thinks as she watches him stare at the tapestry with wonder, his mouth agape, and a lil warm milk spilling out of his left eye. Iman and him have known each other for years and he always reminded her of her husband: his fierce devotion to his craft, his rigorous intellectuality that does a bad job hiding an animalistic sexuality. Both men contained so much and no one can handle a man like that besides a mystical siren like Iman. 

Hugh and Ewan’s chatter dies as their drinks empty. “If I were to be honest with myself…” Hugh begins. “Better later than never…” Michael Cain interrupts without cracking a smile,  a dryness a la Maggie Smith. In fact, fuck, this was Maggie Smith. No one had realized. Hugh winks at Michael/ Maggie and continues. “ I don’t think were going to be filming any time soon, folks. I think we are being held hostage a bit by Miss Coppola.” Ewan stares off with a thinking face like no one has  ever had a deeper thought before. “That is interesting to think about. There is some kind of bratty assumption that all this will fade away soon enough. And we’ll be back on set. But what if it’s not for another year or so?”  Ewan is really getting worked up “What if we live here for the rest of our lives!!” His eyes are big and dazzling, it’s like he’s thinking of the most ideal outcome for the rest of his life.

               Suddenly, Sophia joins them at the table. “There they are, my little hunchbacks!” This is what Sophia affectionately calls her actors, the origin is unknown. Sophia has a strange new confidence around her. Usually, when she walked into places, she would feel like a Nat Sherman cigarette, like only some select tall New Yorkers in the back would still appreciate her. “Hello, love! Someone slept well.” Maggie Smith as Michael Caine chirped. Even when Maggie-Michael said something sweet, it still felt like someone was aggressively tickling your ribcage. 

          “I have news.” Sophia sits down, and smiled large and toothy, a stark contrast to her usual chic, despondent stare,  a look only afforded  to artists born with trust funds. “We’re not making the movie.” Hugh taps the table. “Well, I believe I won that bet.” Ewan’s jaw drops, destroyed. “You mean we cant live here together forever?” He runs his hands through his hair, petrified. Iman is quiet, which can mean many different things and all things at once, she is eternally the glory of God, a forgotten pyramid at the bottom of the ocean that if unearthed would explode us into 5D ascension. 

 “We are making a better movie! A super hero movie!!” Sophia exclaims. Sophia gets up close in the faces of her cast, pitching them on her new idea. “It’ll be a real heroes journey- good guys versus evil! Fun CGI! Sexy starlets and fun on trend jokes!” She turns to Michael Maggie, her mouth inches away from their milky eye, and says- “And much much more!” Sophia climbs up on the table now. “The adults will love it, as well as the little ones!” She does an Irish jig and starts spinning around and then poses with her arms up as though at the end of a musical.  It was not fun to watch.  Iman cuts her off-“I don’t trust what is happening.This is not reality. This is delusion. A karmic spell.” The power of Iman’s words blows the power out of the Chateau, pipes burst, the fire alarm goes off, and Joel Madden of Good Charlotte in room 304 stops jerking off for a second. Sophia is still catching her breath from her presentation, her sweating, arms stretched to the ceiling. She gulps as her eyes meet Iman’s. “Why don’t you just write from my character’s point of view?” Iman says as softly as she can without causing chaos.   Sophia freezes. Her whole body calcifies and turns to ice, then crumbles onto the table. Ewan and Hugh watch in absolute horror as Iman drops some of the ice into her water. She knows she shouldn’t have said yes to this project and looks on lovingly at Michael/ Maggie who has dozed off.