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headheartbellarke · 4 years ago

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LIGHT A FIRE IN MY EYES | Owen Patrick Joyner

PAIRING(S): Charlie Gillespie’s sister!Reader x Owen Patrick Joyner

WARNING(S): fluff, angst

WORDS: 3.4k

SUMMARY: where Y/N is charlie gillespie’s sister, and while living with him and owen, unexpected feelings rise up. (im so bad at these)

READER’S POV

A rhythmic knock on my bedroom door breaks me out of my trance. I push my glasses further up my nose and close my physics textbook, dropping my pencil between the pages to bookmark it. Pushing myself off the chair, I stretch my arms above my head – I’ve been sitting at my desk for about five hours now, trying to revise everything for my exam tomorrow. I walk over to my door, and unlock it, and I’m greeted by my brother, Charlie. He takes in my appearance and frowns.

“I thought you were still sleeping. When did you get up?”

“Uhh…” I trail off, looking behind me at the clock mounted on the wall opposite to me. 10:30 AM. “About 5, yeah.”

I turn back and notice my brother widening his eyes. “Are you okay, little one?”

I’m not a morning person, under no circumstances ever. Growing up, I’ve always been the last person to wake up – Charlie being the first. So, I guess it’s awfully unusual for him to hear this.

“This is college, honey. You wouldn’t know.” I shrug at him and he grins. I’ve always hated the fact that he got a free pass from college, since he’s an actor.

That is also the reason why he’s here. We grew up in Canada – Charlie, me, my two other older brothers and my twin sister Meghan. Growing up, Charlie, Meghan and I were inseparable – since we’re closer in age – Charlie’s only two years older than Meghan and me. But I had to leave home for college – I got into Caltech, and that was not an opportunity I was about to give up, even though Charlie protested so many times that I’m apparently the baby of the house and I shouldn’t go to another country alone.

Now, he’s living with me – he is shooting for his show, Julie and The Phantoms (proud sister, here), and they have a couple of scenes and some recording to do in LA, so he’s staying in my apartment for a week, along with his friend, co-star and roommate back in Vancouver, Owen. Previously, they lived with me for more than a month when they had to go through musical bootcamp or something for the sake of the show. (So proud.)

That was also when I’d developed a massive crush on Owen.

Charlie was living with me for a good two weeks when, one day, he took me out to meet the rest of the cast. (Who were all lovely, by the way.) On the drive there, he told me that Owen had been living in a hotel since he’s originally from Oklahoma, and that Charlie’s thinking of asking him to come live with us, if I was okay with that. Of course, I had said yes. I had ample space in my duplex apartment and living alone is boring. So, Charlie introduced me to Owen and we immediately hit it off. Of course, I thought that he was incredibly attractive when we met. But I meet a lot of attractive people at university.

Then, we started living together, and I realized how amazing Owen actually is. He’s an absolute dork – but he’s also funny, very kind, thoughtful, compassionate, altruistic and so, so nice. Both of us have a lot in common, and there’s always been this unsaid, unacknowledged chemistry between us that a lot of the other cast members had picked up on. (Not my brother, though. He would have killed Owen.) We had so much fun when we were together – he turned everything into an adventure. The best part was that I got to be myself, completely, whenever I was around him. I got to talk about whatever I wanted with him – he never, ever judged me.

Before they went to Vancouver when production for the show began, we had a last night out with the rest of the cast and a bunch of family members – except the kids. We went to this bar near my college. I was so, so drunk and then I suddenly started feeling queasy and Owen offered to take me home since Charlie was in the same position. There was so much traffic and Owen and I kept singing whatever song was on the radio to pass the time – LA traffic – when we were both leaning across our seats and we started kissing. I remember feeling like I would burst from the happiness and the softness, the affection, the admiration that he had in his eyes when he looked at me.

Of course, I fell asleep pretty soon after the traffic dissipated and woke up next morning to find him packing for his trip. That was when I’d realized that no matter how much I liked him, we could never be together. First of all, long distance relationships almost never work out, and secondly, he’s my brother’s best friend. That was why I chose to just give him a quick hug goodbye and head to college – without even bothering to drop them off at the airport, or even talking to him.

He texted and called a couple of times after that, too. But I never responded, never even opened any of his texts – because I knew that once I do that, I would definitely call him. That went on for a week, and the only time we spoke was when he’d texted me from Savannah’s phone: why are you ignoring me? I texted back all the reasons why we couldn’t ever be together, and I didn’t hear from him for another week, until Charlie called me the day before yesterday, telling me that they have a couple of scenes to do in LA, along with some recording stuff, and they’ll stay with me for a few days. I had to approve, or else Charlie might figure out everything.

They arrived yesterday, and I think that I’ve done a pretty good job of ignoring him so far.

Charlie’s voice breaks me out of my train of thoughts. “You have exams or what?”

I nod. “Applied physics, tomorrow. Are you going out?” I ask, pointing at his dark blue jeans.

“Madi and I are writing this song together. You’ll love it.”

I smile at him. “If I’m not the first one to hear it –”

He hums, a chuckle escaping him. I lean against the doorframe, as he continues, “Owen just woke up. He doesn’t start his scenes until tomorrow, so I told him to take care of you today, while I’m away.”

I ignore the way my heart skips a beat at the mere mention of his name and flatten my lips. “I’m 19, Charlie, I can –”

“Take care of yourself, blah blah blah. I don’t care.”

I roll my eyes, and playfully shove him forward. He stumbles a few steps backwards and furrows his brows at me. “Ouch!”

“Are you taking my car?”

He nods. “Where –”

“In the magnetic key holder on the fridge.”

“Okay, sis.” He smiles at me, leaning forward to ruffle my hair – which makes it even messier than it already was. “Go away!” I grumble, trying to pat his hand away. “Never!” He calls out, turning toward the kitchen to grab the keys.

I shake my head and laugh. “Love you!”

He shouts back, without looking behind at me. “Love you most!”

****

The delicious smell of pancakes reminds me of the fact that I haven’t eaten since last night. I drag my feet to the kitchen, mentally preparing myself for the person I’m about to encounter in there.

“Uh, hi…” I hesitantly call out, entering the kitchen – and notice a very shirtless Owen, with his very shirtless back turned towards me. He turns around at the sound of my voice, and a few strands of golden blonde hair fall across his eyes. I long to reach my hand across and push those away.

Instead, he himself does that as his eyes flit over me, and a look of pain flashes through his eyes. I hate that I’m the cause of that.

“I was wondering how you would ignore me when we’re living in the same apartment.”

“I deserve that.” I walk over to the stove to stand beside him.

He ignores me and goes back to flipping golden brown pancakes which smell amazing, but all I can focus on is the curve of his back, the hollow space between his collarbones, and the way his hands grip on the pan a little too hard. I feel a warmth course through my body and find myself missing the way he used to wrap his arms around me from behind in the mornings when Charlie was still asleep.

“Owen,” I whisper, and he inhales sharply at that. “Please. I don’t want things to be like this – I don’t want us to be like this.”

He uses his spatula to lift the pancake and puts it atop other pancakes on a plate beside the stove and turns it off. He turns around to face me, biting his lip and I think I just had an aneurysm because of the intensity of his gaze.

He sighs, leaning against the counter. “Y/N. You made it pretty clear that there would never be an ‘us.’”

“I know. But we can still be friends, right? Like we were before… everything.”

“See, that’s the thing. I can’t. Y/N, do you have any idea what you’ve put me through for the past two weeks?” He snaps.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?” I reply, hotly. “Owen, it broke me inside to ask you to stay away. Do you have any idea how much I care about you?”

“No! I don’t, because you don’t talk to me, Y/N.”

“I told you, there is no point in doing long distance –”

“That’s bullshit, Y/N, and you know it, too. I think you’re just too scared to be with me because you think that I’d break your heart, leave you alone or hurt you. But that’s the thing, Y/N – I won’t do any of that to you, because that’s exactly what you’re doing to me.” He crosses his arms across his chest.

I breathe out shakily, running a hand through my curls. “That’s not true –”

Owen scoffs. “Please, Y/N. I know you.”

I lower my eyes from his because I can’t handle the way he’s looking at me.

“Y/N, do you know how fucking hard the past week’s been for me? I can’t even talk to anyone about it, because the only person I wanna talk to is your brother and we all know what will happen if I do that. He’s my best friend, and I’ve been lying to him for weeks, pretending that I like this hairdresser, when in reality, I’m head over heels for his sister. I can’t tell him that I can’t stop thinking about her, and that she’s the only person that can calm me down when I get anxious on set. I can’t tell him that she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and it’s killing me inside to not talk to her!”

He finishes, breathing out heavily. I look at his eyes and notice that they’re gleaming.

“Wait, what hairdresser?”

He scoffs, annoyed. “Seriously, Y/N?”

I shrug and breathe deeply, trying to stop myself from taking his hands in my own. “You know, there are so many guys at school that ask me out, but I can’t go out with any of them, because guess what, they’re not you. I like you so much, Owen, so, so much, but I can’t do anything about it – because you’re right. I’m scared. I’m terrified that you’ll leave me, because I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a really long time. I’m so scared that one day you’ll wake up and realize that I’m not who you want anymore. I’m scared that maybe you’ll hurt me or meet someone else in Vancouver. I’m scared about so many things because that’s exactly how much I care about you, Owen!”

I take a step further and we are standing mere inches apart. I can feel him breathe out raggedly and see the curve of his nose and his darkened eyes flickering to my lips.

“I would never, ever do that to you, Y/N. You mean a lot to me. Please, please believe me.” He whispers out, and I tell myself to stop, to turn back, to go into my room but instead I just stand there and watch him exhale out, and I know he’s feeling anxious. I lift a hand to his face and cup his cheek in the palm of my hand and he leans his face onto my hand, resting his right hand over mine. The gesture calms the both of us down, and I know, in that moment, that I believe him. That he, us – is a risk worth taking.

“Your hands are so cold.” He whispers. I nod. “Yours are warm.”

Both of us stand there, in the kitchen, trying to make sense of what just happened – trying to hold on to this moment. A silence engulfs the both of us, as I sort through my thoughts.

“Owen,” I whisper. He flicks his eyes to mine. “Promise me you won’t do any of that.”

He raises his left hand, jutting out his little finger. I raise my other hand too, and he wraps his little finger around mine and whispers back, “Pinkie promise.”

“Okay.” I whisper, neither of us daring to uncurl our fingers or look anywhere else.

“Promise me that you wouldn’t leave me for some future tech billionaire.”

I scrunch my face up at that. “What? No!”

“Promise me you’d call –”

“Every single day, Owen. You too.”

Both of us nod together, and he lifts his other hand to tuck a curl that had previously escaped from my actually-messy-and-not-cute bun. “You’re so beautiful.”

I smile, and a tear escapes my eyes – Owen rubbing it away with his thumb. I lean forward, standing on my tiptoes and rest my hands against his bare chest for support as I press my lips to his. He smiles against the kiss, and I feel as if a zoo has gone wild in my stomach. I feel warmth and happiness course through my veins as Owen deepens the kiss, the intense longing in the both of us for each other clawing its way out to the surface. It’s almost as if I’m drinking water for the first time in a week. He tastes like banana pancakes, chocolate syrup and everything good in the world. I press myself against him, wrapping my arms around neck while he does the same around my torso. It frightens me a little how well our bodies fit against each other – but it makes me feel strong knowing that I have an amazing person who genuinely cares about me.

****

CHARLIE’S POV

Charlie unlocked the door to his sister’s apartment, mentally noting to remind her of the fact that her car desperately needs a wash. He enters the foyer, and drops the keys in a bowl, kicking off his shoes.

Suddenly, he pauses, noticing how incredibly quiet the apartment is – which is unlike Y/N. She always has music blasting or the TV running – she hates the quiet. He quickly walks into the living room and almost screams in surprise.

His little sister and his best friend are curled up on the sofa, their backs towards him. Y/N is lying on Owen’s chest and she has an arm wrapped around his torso while Owen’s arms are interlocked at the front, holding her against his body. Their tangled legs peek from underneath the quilt that Charlie and Y/N’s mother knit for her youngest daughter last Christmas. She laughs at something that Owen whispers into her ear, and he presses a kiss to her forehead, and they look at each other with so much adoration that Charlie has to look away.

He sighs, mentally cursing himself for being so, so stupid. How could he have ignored the signs? Charlie remembers Y/N and Owen meeting, both in a daze, both smiling a little too much and Y/N walking with a skip in her steps. He remembers them talking for hours on end, binging Brooklyn 99 on weekends, and always hanging out with each other whenever they went to the same parties. He remembers that morning three weeks ago when he’d woken up late, and gone to the kitchen only to find the duo springing apart from each other, both erupting in a flurry of coughs and laughs, as if he’d just walked on them robbing a bank – Owen had explained that he had apparently broken a glass. He remembers the way Owen would look at her, as if she had just done something miraculous. He remembers the way Y/N would look at his best friend, as if he was made of everything good in the world.

Most of all, he remembers how Owen sulked whenever he was alone back in Vancouver. He remembers how Owen constantly declined to go out with that cute hairdresser. He remembers how Owen sometimes seemed out of it. He remembers how Owen would sprint whenever Charlie called his sister. He remembers how Owen would keep checking his phone every few minutes in between takes.

Charlie also remembers his sister asking about how Owen is when they talked on the phone, and how her voice seemed like she was asking something that was forbidden, something that was evil. He remembers how she would always hang up the phone whenever she heard Owen’s voice. He remembers her always declining his invites to go to Vancouver.

How could he have been so dumb? The signs were right there. He lived with Owen, for god’s sake! Charlie feels an array of emotions. He’s always hated Y/N’s choice in men, despised anyone putting their hands on his baby sister’s body.

But, to see them like this – to see Y/N look so safe, so comfortable in Owen’s arms, he can’t help but feel relief flood into his system. Because he knows his best friend, and he knows what kind of person he is. And now, he thinks just how much sense they make together. Sure, Owen is kind of stupid, reckless, impulsive, and clumsy – but so is Y/N – well, she’s not stupid, he thinks. She’s the smartest person in their family. But she has a fire within her – and his best friend matches that fire. Charlie thinks of the fact that they complement each other so nicely, both are caring, passionate, and kind-hearted. Of course, they would fall for each other. It just makes so much sense – they make so much sense.

Still, Charlie feels hurt that neither of them bothered to tell him about it. (even though he won’t admit it, it’s understandable, really – considering the way he’s bugged his sister about her previous relationships.)

He clears his throat and the duo on the couch jump apart, both flushed and with their eyes widened. Owen stands up, moving away from couch, while Y/N looks at her brother as if he’s a ghost.

A silence falls over the apartment. Y/N finally says, “How’d you – how’d you get in?”

He shrugs. “I had a spare key.”

Owen looks between his girlfriend and his best friend, with widened eyes. “Charlie, I’m so sorry –”

Suddenly, Charlie laughs, swatting at the air. “Pfft. You think I’m gonna be the weird brother who kills his best friend for dating his sister? Come on, this isn’t a TV show. I’m actually really happy for you guys – I ignored all the signs these past weeks, but I see them now. Of course, it’s really weird for me, but I love the both of you so much. Owen, relax, I’m not gonna kill you. Dude. Just don’t kiss or anything in front of me, cause that’s gross. Ew. You know what, don’t do that at all. And I’ll kill you, Owen, if you ever hurt her, I swear. I’ll put poison in your waffles. I just don’t understand why –”

Charlie is cut off by his sister tackling him in a hug. He wraps his arms around her body, as she whispers, “I love you, big brother.”

He murmurs, “Love you most, little one.” He catches Owen’s eye who looks at him with gratefulness and a little smile.

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babyblue-mind · 9 months ago

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ty for the tag!!!!! <33

do you make your bed?

not in the mornings, but i make it at night before i get in (bug anxiety, gotta check there’s nothin in there)

what’s your favourite number?

3 (matchies!!!) but if you ask me to pick a number between 1 and 10 i will 98% of the time say 7! 🤔

what is your job?

i’m unemployed, currently in year 12! i did just apply for a temporary job mentoring younger kids but haven’t heard back yet!

if you could go back to school, would you?

still there :P but i plan on doing a creative writing degree at uni next year!

in terms of going back to traditional schooling, (i do distance school, similar to homeschooling) NO WAY!

can you parallel park?

nope! i’m still being taught to drive by my dad at the moment, and he says he’s gonna get a professional instructor to teach me parallel parking lol 😭

a job you had that would surprise people?

don’t have one! my only previous employment is volunteering at my local salvos which is pretty standard

do you think aliens are real?

definitely! no way we’re the only ones out here

can you drive a manual car?

nope! learning auto C:

what’s your guilty pleasure?

that’s a toughie! hmmm… i’ve only seen the bridget jones films the once so i don’t think they really count but i LOVE them despite usually hating that genre 😭

tattoos?

none but i really wanna get a little angel blade on my inner wrist or upper inner forearm bc im a nerd. probably my forearm bc my veins stick out a lot. also want to get my family to make little doodles that i’ll get :>

favourite colour?

yellow!! matchies again!

favourite type of music?

hmmm changes a lot tbh! since i’ve started listening to this pretty recently, i’ll say 60’s-70’s rock! but i’ll listen to almost anything

do you like puzzles?

jigsaws, yes. in general, also yes! i love puzzles sm. <3 sudoku <3

any phobias?

i don’t think soo. i do have a crazy bad reaction to going to my old school tho. i have anxiety around spiders, bugs in general, particularly crickets and cockroaches. i can take bugs outside fine except for crickets bc they JUMP. i am terrified of crickets. oops rambling. no phobias, but very afraid of my old school and of crickets!

favourite childhood sport?

modcrosse and volleyball!!!

do you talk to yourself?

only when grocery shopping. (??)

what movies do you adore?

back to the future, mission: impossible 1 & 3, into the spiderverse, the talented mr. ripley, the truman show, definitely more i’m not thinking of!

coffee or tea?

neither! hot chocolate :)

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

an author, a hairdresser, and a sculptor! i would sometimes make mini sculptures out of rocks using a stick as my chisel 😭

no pressure tags! @castrotophic @allthecryingdragons @biblicallyaccurateautism @mothgardens @a-novak-thesequel

I was tagged by @hollyspn

I'll tag @beanmom @babyblue-mind @torturedpoetdean

Do you make your bed?

nopeee (living that Disabled Life TM where i'm in it more than out, so no need to bother lol)

What’s your favourite number?

What is your job?

I'm an online essay writing tutor! (hit me up if you need help with anything writing related!)

If you could go back to school, would you?

I would LOVE to get like an MFA in creative writing, or just take art classes at a community college (but can't be 1. disabled & 2. broke af)

Can you parallel park?

technically? I did in the past (not well, but did it) but that was like...10 years ago lol and I am Not Able To Drive now due, again, to the fkn disabilities

A job you had that would surprise people?

not really a job, and idk if it is surprising? but I helped take care of my granny for a long while after her brain surgery

Do you think aliens are real?

yes!

Can you drive a manual car?

nopee

What's your guilty pleasure?

...destiel :D

Tattoos?

none :( but I want soooo many

Favourite colour?

yellow!

Favourite type of music?

folk punk, and whatever florence and the machine is classified as

Do you like puzzles?

sometimes

Any phobias?

SPIDERS (and really any bugs), heights, the ocean, snakes

Favourite childhood sport?

i do not like sports ball

Do you talk to yourself?

allllllll the time

What movies do you adore?

but i'm a cheerleader (it was my lesbian awakening lol), four weddings and a funeral, steel magnolias

Coffee or tea?

suuuper sweet tea (i'm from texas what do you expect)

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

I think the first thing was an artist? but I'm not sure. I had a lot of things I thought of doing, including but not limited to: baker, photographer, author (doing it!), teacher (also doing it!), and garbage man (???) (this was because I thought how they got to ride hanging off the back of the truck looked fun lol)

#garbage man is so real btw #tag games

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spiltscribbles · 4 years ago

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Yes yes yes to all of the things you just reblogged about tiktok and atyd. I've been in the fandom since the terms used where slash and lemon. So a while. I don't know if it because lots of new fans are really young (I'm talking 13-15 years old. Literal children) but I've been the one who now feels "uncomfy" in the fandom because well, I like complex, raw and real portray of characters and not versions reduced (by the readers) to a bunch of bullet points taken religiously. Where everything else is sin™. And it's not even about atyd or its author really (who shockingly, left the fandom. I reaaally wondered why) bc their other r/s fic is bloody great (it's a hairdresser/band Au. Highly recommend) but it's mature and I'm pretty sure would be considered really problematic by the same people (especially the bits about Remus past). I'm seeing a trend in this fandom that I absolutely do no like. Atyd is a fanfiction. Nothing more. Everyone has their hc. And if you are a child do not consume media that's not made for you. Fanfic authors are not responsible for your inability to read tags. If they want to write pwp (with or without the plot) and you feel uncomfy bc you are a child and description of sex should make you uncomfortable DON'T READ IT. If you are 14 your understanding of adults is not complete, because you aren't one. You can't know. But if I, an adult, wants to write a lie low at lupins where two other adults take out their frustration by having angry sex after a shouting match of insults and low blows well, Im bloody hell writing it and won't be made feel bad about it.

sugar pop!!! this entire rant is LEGIT SO FUCKING ON POINT!!! truly ✨sexy as fuck✨ and i LOVE IT!!!

ok so first off THIS POST by @eyra is just amazing and that angel is so much more eloquent and so much smarter and more precise than I could ever be so if you have not read that, plz do so immediately!!

but off to give my too sense khdujfdykhfjjgh

I think you were specifically talking about my tags about how I was just indifferent about ATYD and then began actively disliking it because of the fucking TikTok feed! Like literally, folks began using ATYD as a replacement in tags for like marauders and shit, and that was INSANE to me!! And like this is absolutely no hate to the author because I’m sure they are lovely, and they should obviously be so fucking proud of what they wrote and how huge it is, but JFC I hate it when folks find one FIC to latch onto and pretend this is the end all be all for FICs written for marauders era, this was way before my time, but I’ve been told countless times over that this was basically what happened when The Shoebox Project came out, and it’s just maddening to me!! Like ppl taking characterizations from a specific FIC and pretending this is the holy grail, only valid thing??? Like fuck off, no! And it’s also pretty obvious, and I’m sure the author wouldn’t be insulted by this, but ATYD feels very inspired by the movie versions of the marauders we got, and I just simply don’t vibe with those sort of personifications rip.

But this expounds further, like you highlighted in your ask.

TIKTOK COMMENTARY IS SO FUCKING BLACK AND WHITE AND IT MAKES ME INSANE!!!! It feels so ingenuous and phony, and like so many of these folks are in some sort of “woke olympics” or some shit. And listen, this has nothing to do with fucking representation so don’t bring that into my inbox. I’m literally a neurodivergent, pansexual, brown girl— Trust and believe I love all different representation e get and absolutely crave it to a tee. The problem comes when folks begin vilifying others for “problematic” things they write, as if topics like such haven’t been written FOR CENTURIES! and haven’t been explored countless times in traditional media, so yes, Fanfic can both be a valid form of media while also being just a way for some people to get out some practice or whatever the fuck else. Also you don’t know what the fuck trauma people have been through, and I know if I wrote about my experiences, I absolutely will not be validating them by giving you guys my sorted history or what the fuck else, that shit is for me and my future therapist lmfao.

I think we all have no gos, and I think we all know the large ones that I personally am thinking of, so I won’t name them here, but like I’m not going to go into someones comments section or their Tumblr inbox and yell at them for it, hell, I probably won’t even subtweet about it unless it’s mad vague, I keep that shit in the DMs, like a fucking decent human being— and this does not include a server of 100s of folks, becs that’s still shitty, and I know as a Admin for my own server, I’ve had to scold folks for shit talking certain FICs in RWRB and told them to keep it in the DMs, even if I agree completely with what they’re saying.

However, I’ll include the caveat that it’s really, really important to listen to people in those actual communities, like queer folk or people of color, who find portrayals problematic. Like they absolutely do not owe it to us to speak their minds, but when they do, we HAVE TO LISTEN. But I’m going on a tangent, I think my main point here is that…

NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU!!!

That’s the flat out truth, and if shit like toxic relationships or sexual writings, or whatever the fuck else isn’t your cup of tea, yuh mood. Hell, we probably agree, but why are you out here making a TikTok scolding this characterization or trope or whatever??? As if a majority of us aren’t above 18 and like writing and reading about sex BECAUSE THAT’S A PART OF ADULT LIFE— unless of course you are on the Ace spectrum, then you of course are completely valid for not caring for it.

Just, listen . AO3 is miraculous for a lot of things, but their tagging system is absolutely fucking incredible. Folks are out there giving their entire triggers list in the tags, and in the rating, and if not, I will bet my bottom dollar that they talk about it in the Notes section before the FIC, so it’s on you to fucking read it and understand what your getting into. The only responsibility a writer has is to warn you in those sections, LEGIT THAT’S ALL THEY HAVE TO DO!! And like listen, when I was a wee ten year old trying to read FIC, I was stuck with fucking FF net and read shit I definitely shouldn’t have been reading becs I wasn’t lucky enough to have AO3 and all of the ways it protects and warns minors.

Okay, I’m not sure where exactly I’m going with this, but this was a good way to let off some steam tbh lakfsdjlkgjaeoighklsdg so thank you Nonny!!!

And if you write this angry sex LLAL FIC PLEASE FUCKING HIT ME UP!!! That’s the shit my angst ridden mind loves to see!!! This is why first war era is my absolute favorite thing! Because we can still get these moments of fluff and light heartedness, amidst all the mistrust and pain and the way that a heart wrenching sort of love spills across all of it, ugh it’s so good!!! Awful for my emotions, but SO FUCKING GOOD!!! bahahaha

#WOLFSTAR #letters #sugarpolums #analysis #len prattles on #analysis by len #discourse

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gunmetal-ring · 3 years ago

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I'm bored at work so I'm making a list of characters, 3 of which twd has to kill off the next episode, bc Carol and Caryl needs more screentime. Any 3 of their choosing. Idc how bad the writing is.

1) alden. I'd be fine if we never saw him again and everyone forgot about him a la heath. Altho I do think it'd be funny if we saw heath in cameo at commonwealth and nobody remembered/recognized him lol

2) Judith's bullies. They all suck. Also they are collectively 1 character so no cheating

3) father Gabe. He's a weenie. I am forever bitter about rosita ending up with him and not siddiq.

4) yumikos brother. Cut zekes goiter off and then go bake cakes offscreen for the rest of your boring life. Also I'm annoyed that we never even knew yumiko had a brother let alone wanted to find her brother in the past 1.5 seasons she's been on the show. Tbh they should have found out he died before they got there and mercer is secretly a surgeon. Whatever.

5) magna. Don't get me wrong I like her and I always love wlw on my TV but the fact is that I need caryl more, and since she's already grown from hot-headed distrusting and antagonistic to mellow and community focused and wanting to heal and forgiving Carol, she's served her purpose. Love you bye.

6) Stephanie. Who cares? Tbh it should have been that as soon as they got to commonwealth and Eugene mentioned Stephanie they gaslight the fuck out of him and say Stephanie doesn't exist and he's too busy not getting deported to worry about it or something. Whatever. Idc.

7) Eugene solely bc I hate his braid with the fire of 1000 suns. Maybe Stephanie can be a commonwealth hairdresser and snip it off and they run into the sunset together or something. Whatever

8) Virgil. I like Connie but I feel like he got his whole story out with drugging michonne and such. Im good. Maybe he can redeem himself by sacrificing himself for Connie or something idk. Don't care about him

9) negan. I am forever team Maggie and their ongoing hostility is understandable but boring bc tbh I'd be irritated if she forgives him. Rapists and torturers don't get a pass from me just bc they plant tomatoes and sometimes have funny one-liners. He should die sacrificing himself for Maggie w the reapers. Actually you know what that's mandatory I need to see this

10) actually they could just not show a single commonwealth scene until the rest of the group gets there and I'd be fine with it

#op #whoops there i go rambling again #twd #twd s11 spoilers #twd s11 speculation

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hiii ma'am are you alright today? i guess i'm doing okay :)

today was a bit stressing bc i'm staying at my uncle's house and his wife is pregnant and she's been not feeling well the entire day and things happened so i'm trying my best to not make her even more upset ,,,

also my anatomy classes </3 i'm so fucking close to draw ushijima in the anatomical standard position (i don't really know how this is said in english so that's the raw translation ig?) on my book for study reasons of course <33

today !! i want to know !! which haikyuu character's hair is your favorite and which one is your least favorite like a no-no

have a lovely day/night and take care, drink water, stay healthy !!

Ok is a good thing v! <3

Take it as someone who was semi recently pregnant during all this pandemic stuff, anything she might do or say is really not directed at you. It’s stressful being pregnant alone and then during all of this it makes it hard. It’s hard but pls don’t think its personal sometimes you do really feel like shit pregnant 😅

Like anatomically proportionate? I’ll be honest when I was still drawing I HATE drawing anything below the bust. God it sucked and that’s why I took up writing instead my patience for drawing is thin sometimes XD Ushijima would be hard he’s certainly stockier than some of the characters so capturing that would be a challenge. I’d love to see your drawings though if you ever wanted to share them <333

Ohmygod how did you know I spend way too much time thinking about Haikyuu!! hair??? (I had a crush on Hinate literally for his hair texture and eyes)

Ok ok ok bc I will get carried away with talking about hair-- My all time favorite is Sakusa. It’s beautiful. I literally fell in love with his hair before ever meeting his character. I LOVE curls (my own are ok but Im blonde so i hate it) but god no Sakusa’s hair is beautiful and I want to touch it. A close second is Hinata pretty much for the same thing (can you tell I like curls heh) Least favorite is probably a toss up between a few. I hate Atsumu’s and Kenma’s hair for the same reasons (Im a hairdresser by trade so bad bleach jobs give me ptsd I swear) but I also hate Asahi’s hair (I really dislike long hair on anyone) Oikawa’s high school hair (the fucking swoop bangs) and honestly Kageyama’s hair (I actually like his timeskip hair even if its parted in the middle its so dorky and so him and better than the cliche black haired anime cut)

Who’s hair do you like?? Anyone’s in particular you want to touch??

Eat a piece of your favorite food today, take a deep breath outside and remember to stay hydrated love <333

#v #anon #babe ilysm #three.talks

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flossiehawkinss · 4 years ago

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( EMILIA CLARKE + CISFEMALE ) — Have you seen FLORENCE ‘FLOSSIE’ HAWKINS? This THIRTY year old is a/an ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHER who resides in QUEENS. SHE/HER has been living in NYC for A YEAR, and is known to be ECCENTRIC and BUBBLY, but can also be STUBBORN and GULLIBLE, if you cross them. People tend to associate them with GIGGLES and BAD DANCING WITH RED WINE — ( gigi, 23, she/her, none, gmt)

hello beauts!!!! god, im so happy about this. floss is a char i created this year and i haven’t had a chance to play in a few months so im b u z z i n.

im gigi, im from the UK. and i use this to generally escape and make some badass connections !!

under the cut is flossies bio + plots ! scroll down to the bottom to see some more detailed ones. but im all for friends / tinder matches / teacher friends / neighbours / drinking buddies / childhood friends (she’s from laaandan). anything that you see fit.

im probs gonna go to bed soon, but pls like this post and i will get back to u asap! or enter my IM’s their always open!!

FLORENCE ‘FLOSSIE’ LOUISA H A W K I N S

Age: 28

Birthday: 23rd March 1992

Parents: Mary Hawkins & Hector Hawkins

Occupation: Elementary School teacher/

Siblings: Frederick ‘Freddie’ Hawkins, Albert ‘Bertie’ Hawkins, William ‘Will’ Hawkins

Hometown: Streatham, London.

Parent’s occupations: Hector is a barber and hairdresser, Mary was a police officer until she was diagnosed with MD.

B I O G R A P H Y

{trigger: death}

Flossie was born in Streatham, London. Her father being a business owner, she lived quite well with holidays every year, and joining every club in school. She was extremely sporty and a tom boy at heart being raised with three older brothers. At 13, her mother was diagnosed with Muscular Dysthrophy. In a year her mother fell apart infront of her eyes. Her father falling into a deep depression, and her brothers and herself having to care for both of them. She had witnessed a love story with her parents and this horrible disease ripping them apart.

Her mother died when she was 14. The Hawkin’s family determined to get back to normal, started fundraising for charities that helped families & people diagnosed with the disease, and happiness started coming back into their lives again. She is still not over her mothers death though and is still completely scarred from it.

After her A-levels, she studied a PCGE at Kings College and started working at London Schools as a teacher–Bright, bubbly, confident and passionate about children, this was the perfect job for Florence.

This is where she met Matt. Matt worked at the school she started working at after her studies and she fell in love instantly. She had never loved anyone really; only having a few short flings at University. After eight years of a relationship, a proposal, and wedding planning on the way, she honestly thought he was the one. Until, he cheated on her. Florence was heartbroken–she packed up her bags and began her teaching degree in the US.

She has been in New York for a year teaching at the same school in Brooklyn.

PERSONALITY

Flossie is highly eccentric. She likes making people laugh & smile and is highly positive. She is scared of commitment and has alot of friendships; but when anything becomes romantic, she does like to run away. She is scared of grieving and losing people, so she can come across a tad clingy when she wants. She is extremely will powered and wants to be a role model to other young women and girls.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friendship-

her best judy (m/f/nb) - someone she goes too, always. Her best friend. They watch football games, get drunk, argue, laugh–and everything in between.

frenemies (m/f/nb)- Flossie is very optimistic so having one complete opposite would be hilarious. So this connection can be a playful, hate relationship. they think they don’t get along–but actually, they’re really good friends and will protect eachother to the end.

work friends (m/f/nb)- someone who works in the school sector

romantic-

(harry styles songs hehe)

cherry - florence and this person really did love eachother, but either one of them did the other wrong and they ended up breaking up. They still deep down love eachother, but either have an indifference or can’t really work.

golden- unrequited love. Flossie loves your character, but your character dosen’t realise. I PERSONALLY FIND THIS HEARTBREAKING but so fun to play.

all of the lights (female exclusive) - florence is exploring her sexuality, and she is definetely identifying as bisexual more openly, but still not that open about it. I’d love to have a female x female relationship and play with it!

watermelon sugar- a good old friends with benefits/hookup situation. BUT, we could play with the idea of starting to get feelings for eachother HHEE SO FUN.

BUT ANY FRIENDS/ TINDER MATCHES/ FIB/ TEACHER FRIENDS/ DRINKING BUDDIES. IM SO UP FOR ANYTHING!

#codintro #HI GUYS #HELLO

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a-lluring · 5 years ago

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｡･: * ◜ she stood in a dress that made her look like 𝖘𝖎𝖓 ❟ and it was fitting that her eyes drifted like 𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖊 above her red lips . there is no 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑 that is more 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 than her ❟ drag me beneath the 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 ◞

hello, there !! call me latte, twenty-one, and i go by they / them pronouns. activity will be sporadic as i have other characters but if i had to really pick, i’d say a seven out of ten. my timezone is est but - let’s not talk about my sleeping schedule - i’m probably online when i should be sleeping rip i’ve been writing for years but always finding ways to improve. i’m very chill and love love love plotting back in forth between characters, so feel free to message me if you’re interested !! sooo- let’s have some fun facts about me, ay ?? arctic monkeys is one of my favorite bands ( alex turner owns my entire soul ), i draw digitally but like once a year, and my favorite color is orange / tangerine !! i don’t have a preference between im or discord ( latte#8593 ) but i’d love to hear from you !! here’s my chaotic girlie !!

✧･ﾟ( circe + ariana grande + cis female ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !! have you seen ( willow forlani ) around ? ( she / her ) has been in kaos for ( three months ). the ( twenty-six year old ) is a ( professional hairdresser ) from ( edenton, north carolina, usa ). people say they can be ( domineering ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be ( intrepid ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of ( lithe fingers caressing sun kissed skin, boasting about a bouquet of vibrant flowers framed to look like it was sent by a secret admirer when it was actually the sendee and touching up mauve lipstick in a tastefully decorated restroom ). ･ﾟ✧ ( penned by latte, 21, est, they / them ).

I. BASICS

( full name ) willow evangeline forlani

( job ) hairdresser, social media influencer

( age ) twenty-six

( gender ) cis female

( sexuality ) bisexual

( status ) single?

( greek goddess ) circe a goddess of magic or sometimes a nymph, enchantress or sorceress

( zodiac ) cancer sun, aries moon, libra rising

( myers briggs ) entj

( alignment ) lawful evil

( body type ) short in stature, petite

( height ) 5ft 1in

( weight ) 108Ibs

( hair ) coffee bean, brown

( eyes ) dark chocolate, brown

II. ABOUT

ever since willow could remember, she knew she belonged somewhere extravagant; that she was amounted to greatness. she was born in edenton, north carolina in a dingy starter home with only a single mother to support her and her sisters. being the youngest of three girls, she had to face a lot of obstacles to get the acknowledgement she deserved and outshine any competition. this included her siblings. whenever they’d show any form of accomplishments, willow does everything in her power to one-up them - which, with enough drive, she eventually does. willow was known as little miss perfect in her small town. she’d bake cookies for her neighbors, helped fundraise for charities and made sure anyone caught in her radius recycled their wastes. she was pretty happy with her younger years until she got into her first relationship in high school where looks became a little bit more important than community service. ( tw : cheating ) her boyfriend was her everything. she loved everything about him. from that sexy strand of hair to those harley davidson boots he always wore. it was great, they were young and in love. but things got messy quick, as high school romances tend to do. when he was seen remotely close to any female figure, platonic or not, willow would imagine the worse. she’d always berate him every chance she got until he reached a boiling point where he angrily confessed he’s been sleeping with one of her best friends. her world after that shattered. willow became bitter and pushed away her remaining friends in high school. despite winning prom queen with honors to upstage her sisters, as she always does, she didn’t feel happy at all. she focused more on her looks, eventually finding satisfaction in social media. she gained a sort of comfort when they related to her posts in terms of heartbreak and made quite a following throughout the years with her style. one of her first followers, whom she eventually became close friends with, talked her into pursuing cosmetology. another got her into witchcraft. well, she was weary at first. regardless, she made a voodoo doll of her ex to test the waters but gave up midway when it didn’t look exactly like he did - or not nearly as beautiful as she remembered him - so she threw him out into a bin. a week later, the news reported found said ex in a dumpster, seconds away from being crushed by a garbage truck. it might’ve been a coincidence but she knew that power was something she needed to obtain. so she researched, practiced, and made use of it. willow, with her luck and witchcraft on her side, made otherworldly success. she became an ambassador for versace which popularized her social media and made her a socialite of sorts, had opportunities to style runaway models’ hair, and just recently opened her own professional hair salon located in kaos, greece. now she’s enjoying her time in the sun as much as she can before she moves on to the next thing - attempt to settle down with a lover. behind that well-spoken and mannered facade, willow is a force to reckon with. she may be childish at times, vain, and harsh; but she can be sweet when you least expect it, mainly for a purpose but who’s to know. she has little to no grip on reality, always living life as if it were a dream made in her creation. her arrogance proves it so.

what she lacks in self-awareness, she makes up for it in self-assurance. she’s driven in terms of her career and romance, always dancing between normalcy and obsession, so there’s little to expect from her. one thing’s for sure, she’s a luminous star above a night sky.

III. CONNECTIONS

( platonic ) willow knows a lot - i mean A LOT - of people. she just so chooses to have a close circle that she keeps near and dear. a tight pack that really knows the real her and sticks to her side despite how much of a mess she is behind the cameras

( romantic ) back on willow knowing a lot of people, a majority of them have probably been romantically involved with her. although magazines exaggerate a lot, her relationship count is more or less accurate to what they print

( antagonistic ) a handful of people can see past her mask and probably hate her for it. there may be things she's said in the past that rub people the wrong way - just her real personality showing through, funnily enough. anyway, she has a big following online, it’d be a miracle if there weren’t any haters in the mix.

( wanted ) wishlist muse tag here, i will give my left kidney for these !!

#kaos:intro #this is so obnoxiously huge i'm so sorry #pls give me all the plots pls #♡

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atilla-da-honey · 5 years ago

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I'm low key traumatised bc the hairdresser wouldn't STOP FUCKING WITH MY HAIR BITCH I WANNA LEAVE LET ME GO LET ME GO LET ME GO.

She just started.......blow drying it??? Like. Ok fine. Sure. Whatever I guess.

A waste of time but she said she wanted to make sure it was even.

Fine.

And then she sat there for 700 years making sure it was bone dry and doing the thing where you brush it a million times so it's straight.

Cool. I hate straight hair. Fine whatever.

And then she's like, whipping out a straightener and propper straightening it. Like who is this for exactly???????? Surely neither of us want you to be doing this.

I HATE STRAIGHTENED HAIR ON ME. I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT.

I texted my brother that I was "almost done, shes just blow drying it" at 10.40am. By the time I left it was 11.30am. My hair isn't even that curly or long. I have no idea how it possibly took that long.

WHY

LET ME GO YOU AWFUL HARPY WOMAN.

Anyway I went home and had a shower immediately and washed and scrunched the shit out of it and i'm sad because I should have said something but she was overbearing and I kept thinking surely she'd be done soon. She also kept being like "no I won't cut you a side fringe bc you might wanna change it. :) I'll part it in the middle."

Like no. I will never want to change it. I have had the same hairstyle for over 10 years now. I have never, ever, ever wanted to change it. I had to be like.....gimme the fuckin side fringe lady. And she was like "it's bad to never change tour hairstyle." Like ???????????????????????????

By what metric lady.

How.

What.

Fucking im begging you to leave me alone rn. I. don't. like. change.

I'm finally the frumpy swamp monster I was born to be again and I'm never going there again. I miss Just Cuts, they're closed bc there a walk in only place and they're obviously not getting foot traffic rn. Guess what they do?

THEY

JUST

CUT.

Just cut my hair and then leave me the fuck alone. I want to cry, goodbye.

#rant #rants n rambles #rant.txt #personal rant #hairdressers please believe me when I say I dont like change

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jj-ktae · 6 years ago

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Erotica - Part 2 - (M)

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader Genre: SMUT Summary: You’re a rookie porn actress on the rise and everything goes well until you get offered a role in a big-budget porn movie, starring the most famous actor in the porn industry. Words: 4460 Warning: Read at your own risk

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Epilogue -

Part 2

The first day of filming ends the same way it started: cold. Jaebum doesn’t even talk to you when the director yells for the last time that day but it doesn’t annoy you.

You’d rather fuck yourself with sandpaper than become social with that cocky bastard.

You’re grateful though, he doesn’t tease you as he gets out of bed, and simply grabs the bathrobe his manager hands him, before escaping the place.

He must feel so embarrassed for being whiny and asking to come like a virgin.

You chuckle victoriously when you arrive home.

After all, that Jaebum guy is just a plain, weak guy.

You find it hard to fall asleep, later that day. Your mother called you and you had to lie, like you’ve been doing for the last year. She thinks you’re a waitress, but never does she ask about details, merely asking if it’s going well.

You always assure her that everything is alright, and she feels happy when she hangs up, begging you to take care of yourself and not kill yourself with work. Sometimes, you’re glad your father is not around anymore to see what you became.

You wouldn’t bear to be a disgrace to him.

When you wake up, you want nothing more than go back to sleep.

❧

“So, today is about tenderness.” The director has the same stupid grin on his face, and you grunt when he starts explaining what he would like you to do. Jaebum nods from the side while a hairdresser is fixing the back of his already messy hair.

Also, his mouth is full of food.

You’re not in the mood for that, you don’t want to fuck with that guy again. It’s bad enough that you’re working as a porn actress.

It’s not like you don’t want it. No one forced you to do this, after all. It’s just that it’s easier to get money, and less painful than work as a waitress, which you tried already.

Funny enough, the sex industry in more respectful than most bars and nightclubs, and even though you couldn’t say you feel proud with your occupation, you somehow feel happy that you can earn money without working your ass off – no pun intended – and around people who take care of you.

Too bad your first big movie happens to be with the biggest jerk of all time.

“If you’re all ready, we’ll start in thirty minutes!” the director claps and starts giving instructions to the crew, while Jaebum turns around and leave the room, still followed by the hairdresser.

“Let’s go, Miss Y/N.” Your own staff nudges you gently toward the studio, claiming you need your makeup to be fixed before it’s time to start.

You sit back in front of the mirror and they are quick to work on you, tiny hands reaching for your face every now and then.

Jaebum is right next to you, focused on his phone while they add makeup on his undisturbed face.

You ignore him, not even glancing his way and focusing on the last minutes of preparation. You laugh when the makeup artist adds powder to your neck, claiming it tickled and they giggle back at you, looking so cute you wonder how they can work in the sex industry.

Once everything is done, you have only little time before it starts so you hurry to your dressing room, sighing to yourself.

“Can you stop being so childish?”

Jaebum’s voice makes you stop dead in your track, a hand still on the doorway. Did he just say what you think he said?

“Excuse me?” Only your head turns to meet the back his own, and you notice he isn’t even looking at you, too focused on playing on his phone.

“Be professional.” He adds and finally lifts his gaze. You’re greeted by his bored face, and his eyes are nothing but threatening.

Seriously, what’s wrong with him?

“I am professional.” You have nothing to say back to him. You know by now that he hates you, so there’s nothing you could say that would make him change his mind.

“It’s not a game. If you think we are all playing, then get the fuck out of here. You’re barely listening when the director speaks, you talk to the staff like they are your friends and you’re not involved in anything concerning that movie.” Jaebum gets up and almost throws his phone on the table, his hands reaching for his hips in a scolding manner. “Not everyone here came to play.”

You can’t believe it. Jaebum is throwing a fit because you don’t act the way he wants you to? “Think whatever you want, I honestly couldn’t care less of your opinion. Hate me all day and night.” You offer a fake smile, feeling proud for being responsible of the reaction Jaebum is giving you.

His jaw is so clenched it could break nuts.

“It has nothing to do with me hating you, no matter how much I do. I just find it unbelievable that I have to film with a spoiled brat who most probably got raised in a wealthy family and finds pleasure in doing something her parents would disinherit her for.” Jaebum voice gets lower and lower as he speaks, and you can see he finds pleasure in spitting this to your face.

But he doesn’t except you to react the way you do.

You don’t care about what he thinks of you, but you can’t accept the fact that he would talk about your personal life so carelessly. He has no idea how you grew up, he knows nothing about your past struggles, why you’re a porn actress, heck he doesn’t even know if you have parents. You hate it, you hate the fact that he would be so mean for basically no reason, just because he hates you.

“Listen, you can think whatever you want but don’t ever talk about my parents. Don’t you dare assume anything about them, understood?” Your face turns red from anger.

There’s only one thing you don’t play with and Jaebum so just happened to touch that thing with his dirty hands.

Jaebum smirks, and his shoulders shake from the annoying gesture, “Oh, maybe they already disinherited you? Is it why it hurts? This is the only thing you found so you could survive in this world? Easy money, right?” he adds and you take a deep breath.

Don’t, don’t go and slap him. He isn’t worth it.

You shake your head and don’t even understand why your throat is so clenched. Are you about to cry? He doesn’t even deserve you looking at his pathetic existence.

“Since you desperately want to know: No, my family is not wealthy at all and the only thing I would inherit of are debts. I’m sorry if I’m breaking the wonderful picture you had drawn of my family, but it’s only me and my mother, because my father died when I was barely a teenager. And of course it’s easy money, you dumbass.”

You’re about to go but then the thought hits you, and you turn around, ready to roar at him. “Why would I even become a porn star in the first place if not for my mother who needs my fucking money to survive? Do you even do this because you want to? You’re even sicker than I thought. Don’t ever talk to me again.” You finally give up and go to your dressing room, your heart beating so fast it almost hurts.

You can’t believe your luck.

❧

You don’t get how you end up being hated by this guy and the thought is very troubling because you wanted this to work well. You were stressed already by the fact that it was your first big movie, but no, god wants you to suffer.

You’re supposed to be asleep, wearing only a tank top and thin black cotton panties. You’re laying by your side when the director yells.

ACTION!

You stay on your side, focused on ignoring Jaebum who is behind you. The briefing earlier talked about tenderness and simplicity, but you’re not into it. You don’t want to touch the body of a guy who wouldn’t hesitate to hate on you for no obvious reason.

If he doesn’t want to film with you, then he can quit. He is a big name in the industry, after all. It’s funny because the day before, while he was about to cum, you saw what you thought was his genuine side, the one that is normal and asking for things nicely. You truly thought he was just acting tough, but it turns out he is a real jerk.

You feel a body stick to your back but don’t move, eyes closed. You hear him breathe behind you, his chest warm and naked against your back.

His face comes next and kisses your nape, his lips moist and tingling. You stir because you have to act like it wakes you up, but you want nothing more but escape from here.

His arm slowly circles your waist and pulls you even closer, until your whole body is stuck to his. His hand lifts your tank-top and his fingers starts playing with the skin of your sides and belly, lazily brushing and earning a shiver from you.

At some point, you’re supposed to turn your head, you’re even supposed to react to what he does, but your mind is off. You hate him and can’t even act like you want him.

Jaebum feels it. He isn’t stupid, he knows you will give him the hardest time because he went too harsh on you.

After all, he brought this upon himself.

He stills tries though, he goes ever so slowly when he lifts the sheets to reveal your bodies, and he gently adds pressure when his fingers go to your thigh, drawing circles.

He buries his face in your neck, and you barely lift your head to leave some room for him to peck the skin. You don’t want him to even touch you, but the better you do this, the fastest it’ll be over.

You look at the wall in front of you and fake a contented sigh, lips slightly parted and eyelids fluttering. Jaebum thrusts his pelvis against your butt way too obviously, and you feel the cameraman’s knee dip on the bed to get a better view.

“I want you.” You hear him shudder against you but you want to snort and punch his face. Can he just fuck you and leave? You glance discreetly at the director who is nodding slightly, eyes focused and lips pursed. He doesn’t want a pointless sex session and it’s the first time in your life you’d rather have someone pound into you than make love to your body.

You don’t answer Jaebum. You let him hang on an answer that never comes, pelvis softly rubbing your buttocks and tongue out to taste your skin. You don’t feel him get angry or annoyed, and it’s surprising, considering his temper.

Instead, he hugs you closer to him and pulls on your panties. His hand is extremely hot, just like his feet and when he rubs them against yours, it feels better than any cunnilingus. You lazily help him and lift your pelvis, leaving some room for the underwear to disappear between the cream-colored sheets.

You don’t oppose to his ministrations. He is supposed to take the lead so you lay like a dead weight, your arms not even touching him back.

He lifts your leg and settles his hand at the back of your knee to keep it up. You almost yelp, not expecting him to go for that sort of position. His other hand slips in between your side and the mattress, making it easier for him stick your body close to his and have a free hand. You find yourself leaning against him, your tank-top now lifted all the way to your breast, your pussy exposed to everyone and somehow, it’s becoming embarrassing.

The cameraman runs to zoom on Jaebum’s free hand, now struggling to reach your breasts and it stops, pinching the tender skin.

He doesn’t reach for your core, yet he is already hard, and you wonder how he can be aroused when you’re showing no interest.

You’re as dry as a desert.

And Jaebum feels it as soon as he reaches down. His fingers brush ever so slowly against your skin, caressing your pussy lips and stopping to press on your clit. He goes on for five minutes and if it isn’t for his dick rubbing between your ass-cheeks and leaking of pre-cum, there would be no liquid to lubricate you.

He knows you’re not aroused, he knows why, that’s why he tries harder, determined to raise the temperature and earn at least one genuine moan from you.

You let him do the work, faking moans and needy grunts. Your voice is too high to be honest, your eyes are too focused to be clouded by pleasure, but you don’t care.

You’re simply not feeling this.

When Jaebum gets tired and feels you won’t even try to lift your leg by yourself, he almost gives up. Being professional is part of the job and if you can’t even put aside your little fight, then you might as well quit.

Yet he doesn’t get mad and sighs, hoping it would sound like he is loving what he is doing. He buries his face in your neck again and before he can think about it too much, he speaks.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, licking the skin and glancing sideways to see if someone heard him. Maybe he went too far. He could admit it. It’s not like he is a mean person and he totally blames it on his strong sense of responsibility. Maybe bringing your family up in the story hadn’t been is most clever move.

You hear him. Jaebum apologies at the worst moment he can find to do so but he does. You roll your eyes inwardly, not falling for it and deciding not to play along.

A second later, Jaebum fills you up from behind.

You gasp, surprised. He goes in so slowly it tickles, his skin so hot it burns your insides. He stops when he can’t go deeper and considering the position, you wonder if he could even go deeper anyways. Your hand instantly grabs his own who is now resting against your tummy as you feel him smile against you skin.

And you have no idea if he is being cocky or just relieved that you’re finally reacting.

You really don’t want to react. You don’t want to give him a reason to be arrogant later, but he starts moving out and you shudder unconsciously.

Why are you so sensitive today?

His tip almost goes out of you but he pushes back in, the pace agonizingly slow. You think it’s because of the position and the inclination of the thrusts, but you don’t have the time to analyse the situation, because he goes a tad faster and it is pure bliss.

You moan because it scrapes your walls and sends waves of pleasure to your body, making your shiver. Goosebumps appear on your skin, hair standing on end all over your arms and back.

“Ah…Just…” You can’t help but shiver agains. It’s not going the way you planned it and even Jaebum is surprised to see you so reactive suddenly.

He isn’t about to complain, though. “Hmm..?” he hums, taking away his hand from behind your knee. “More…?” his voice is too velvety for your taste, and too sweet compared to what he can spit to your face but you don’t even care, he is increasing his pace and you bit your lip not to moan again.

Jaebum didn’t know he would love this. He isn’t a huge fan of soft love-making, and doesn’t know how to be tender when it comes to acting, yet he keeps on hitting the deepest parts of you, his penis pulsating and tip leaking every time he pulls away.

You lift your leg even more and thrust back, head thrown back in pleasure. The cameraman is filming your face, and this is exactly what the director wants when you moan, breathless.

Jaebum seizes the moment, his hand reaching for your face to grab your chin. He turns your head, cautious not the twist your neck and when you open your eyes, you barely have a second to see him.

He kisses you so fast you can’t react. He slows his pace but stays inside you and you contract around his penis painfully, earning a guttural groan from him. You swallow his every sound, not the least bothered by the kiss and forgetting about your previous promise to ignore him.

He might be a jerk, but he knows how to use his body. You hate him even more.

His tongue slightly rubs against your lips, and a second later he is biting it, sucking the flesh and moaning when he fastens his pace.

Your body is all twisted and your leg is becoming numb but it’s nothing compared to the way you’re coating him with endless layers of juice, earning dirty sounds from the friction and arousing you more than it should.

When your leg starts trembling, Jaebum knows he needs to do something. He thinks about it for a minute, but it’s suddenly hard to think, hard to focus on the next position when your sucking on his lip.

He should stop saying you’re just some rookie actress. You know things.

He stops the kiss and smirks softly, not eager to pull out of you. He still does it, whining almost inaudibly when his cock hits the way too cold air.

He finally has an idea. A brilliant one.

You wait for him to move and when he sits, you act like you know what he is about to do even though you have no idea what’s next. You don’t even try to do something; afraid he would reject the idea anyways.

It’s only when he lays the opposite way that you start to get what he is trying to do.

“Turn around, babe.” He whispers, caressing your leg and kissing your calf, “let me eat you out.”

Oh, that was unexpected.

You turn around, sliding down on the bed so he can reach your pussy and he wastes no time and dives right into it, or so to speak.

You whimper when his lips reach your skin. He doesn’t go full force yet, merely kissing your skin and licking his way up to your butt, biting one of your cheeks. He hums like he is having his last meal, and you unconsciously move your pelvis, eager to feel more and almost forgetting what your own task is.

It’s standing proudly right in front of your face, dangerous and shiny and red with patches of white essence. You grab it in the middle of your moans and start jerking it, licking your lips to emphasize your point when you see the cameraman come closer.

“Just like that, touch me…” Jaebum begs between licks and sighs, before going back to his task, burying his whole face into your core and thrusting his tongue into your widened hole.

You pant, ears on fire and face sweaty. You won’t last long and you both need to cum at the same time, because the director says it “sends the viewer a sense of connection”.

So you grab his penis with more force and lick it from base to tip, tongue flat and soft against him. You feel him tense around you, his voice signalling he is enjoying the attention very much.

You lick it for a long time before you decide he must cum. With the sudden position, you understand it is going to be either cum in your face or in your mouth, but you decide to go for the second option, mostly because you can’t give him the satisfaction of being covered in body fluids.

Jaebum doesn’t even care anymore, and is already sneaking two fingers into you, taking them out to lick them when the cameraman focus on him.

He spanks you lovingly a couple of times, gripping your buttocks and pushing your pelvis against his face and he wonders why he even decided to go for that position when he barely had anyone cum in his mouth in his whole career.

Yet, you’re moaning against his dick and it’s like a human vibrator. He will never say no to such a feeling, even though it must be horniness thinking for him right now.

No one talks, and it’s a mess of moans and suction sounds when you suck him harder. You purse your lips as much as you can, your free hand wandering all over his stomach. Your nails trace down from his chest to his abs, and start to play with his happy trail, making him move away from your teasing.

So the mighty Im Jaebum is ticklish?

You go down until you reach his balls and Jaebum knows he will lose it when you’ll start playing with them. Your hand is so warm, so soft, so sweet against his thin skin, he needs just a little push, just one good suck and he will-

“I’m...wait…” You whisper before he can tell you he is about to come, and he thanks all the gods that you’re also about to reach your climax.

He doesn’t have to beg this time.

“Me too..” He says, surprising himself for being able to talk when his lips are attached to your pussy.

You sigh, happy to let go and ready to be filled.

He cums a second before you, and you’re shocked to see that it arouses you even more, triggering your own orgasm and making you jerk violently against him. He grips you tighter, focusing on his own climax but still eager to give you more.

He laps everything he can, rubbing his face until his chin is as slippery as a soap and the feeling is not as bad as he remembered.

You swallow at the same time, trying not to choke because it needs to stay gracious and sensual.

When you’re done Jaebum even licks you clean, earning sounds of protestation from the over-stimulation. Your head finds the mattress again and you’re exhausted.

You expect a yell from the director, but everything goes silent, and you’re clueless as to what you have to do now.

Jaebum sits after a while, whipping his chin. He glances at you and when he sees you, eyes closed and looking satisfied, he smiles.

So much for ignoring him.

The director moves his hands in the air because he needs a sweet ending, so Jaebum gives him what he wants and lays back beside you, pulling on your body so you lay on top of him.

He grabs your face and you open your eyes, blinking.

“You’re beautiful.”

He kisses you right when the director yells.

CUT!

❧

“He isn’t that bad, come on.” Your manager rolls his eyes when you tell him you can’t stand Jaebum. You barely got out of the shower and he is already talking about your next scene like he secretly likes it.

“He is. He is an arrogant and mean jerk.” You state, putting your clothes on. You grab your bag when you’re done and start walking out of the studio, followed by the man who is now laughing.

“I don’t remember you being so loud during the last scenes you filmed…did you actually liked it and hate him for that?” He teased, bumping his shoulder with yours.

You scoff, bewildered. “Excuse me? You talked about passion, I’m giving you passion! Feel good? His dick is ridiculous.” You snort, not ready to admit he just made you go blind with pleasure.

“If you say so…” the manager shrugs, before turning away, “I need to give your schedule to the director, you can go first. Rest well.” He pats your shoulder and runs back inside, hands full of papers.

You nod and yawn, hoping you’d grab a taxi fast enough for you to be in bed in the next thirty minutes.

The weather is cool, and thankfully the streets are not empty. The studio is far from everything else and you don’t mind, after all.

“Waiting for a taxi?” The voice makes you turn around, not expecting to have someone right behind you.

Jaebum looks is usual arrogant self. He is wearing way too large clothes and a black cap and he looks way softer than when he is in the studio.

You simply nod, ready to give him the cold shoulder. You can’t hold a conversation with this guy without fighting, so why would he even try to talk to you? He hates you, after all.

“I thought you accepted my apology.” He says quietly, eyes scanning for the road, but no taxi is coming around yet. “But you’re still mad at me.” He states, tone neither mad nor sad.

“I said don’t talk to me.” You say, looking away and seriously thinking about walking back home.

“And I said I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked about your personal life, it’s none of my business.” He adds looking at you even though you’re trying hard not to face him.

“That’s true, it’s none of your business. Now if you’ll excuse me, I don’t feel like staying with a guy who enjoys doing porn movies for fun. I hate pervs.” You say next, but Jaebum only laughs, a hand reaching for his mouth and he suddenly looks like a kid.

“You’re unbelievable, who said I was doing this for fun? And what if I am enjoying? Some people do love sex, you know. It’s better than molest others.” Jaebum isn’t offended, he even looks amused.

You ponder, suddenly in the mood to make fun of him. “True. Creeps don’t beg to cum, right?”

Jaebum shrugs, nodding. “Exactly. I was waiting for that one, by the way.” He admits.

He doesn’t mind being teased and it’s so unlike what you’ve seen of him so far. You thought he was untouchable, the type of guy who couldn’t stand anyone talking bad about him.

He actually sounds rather chill.

Jaebum walks before you and stops, observing your face. “The creep is going back home, thanks for the nice chit-chat.” He mocks, way too amused.

You simply nod, forgetting about your previous promise to ignore him until you die. “Bye.” You try to sound indifferent, and Jaebum smirks, annoying you with a smile that proves he can’t be affected by anything you say.

“Bye, rookie.” He waves and walks away, catching a taxi on the way and pointing toward you so the car can stop at your level.

That guy must be crazy.

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