#anyway i am performing the hardest stare at the camera ever

[mothguillotine]

I Definitely Just Got Attacked By A Werewolf

CW: the reader gets attacked in this (given the title) but other than that it's just whats in the show already. hope you guys enjoy!

On a late walk in October is where you first meet. The fall crispness had let up one night when you decided to go out. The stars, which were usually quite dim due to the city lights, lit up the night sky with the full moon. The park you were in was secluded enough that it was nearly impossible to hear the cars driving by and the other various noises of the city, it was peaceful.

Until it wasn't. All you heard before you were attacked was a bush rustling and then you were on the ground. You push yourself up and realize that you are bleeding profusely from your stomach.

"HELP!" you yell, "HELP ME PLEASE!"

but you know no one is coming. As you try your hardest to run towards the roads outside the park another sound comes from behind you. When you turn you see a beast, hair covering the entirety of it's body and at least two feet taller than yourself. For a second all you could do was stare at the creature until you finally scream.

It lunges at you and you are able to nearly escape it's claws. You fall to the ground yet again and you know that your life is over. The scratches on your stomach are bleeding more than before and your shirt is turning extremely red. The beast is standing over you at this point, you assume to finish what it's started.

You quickly close your eyes, not wanting to see your doom. But before it can attack, you hear it get thrown. While you want to open your eyes to see what is happening they are just much too heavy, actually everything is heavy.

"Is this how it feels to die?" you wonder.

"Oh you poor precious stupid baby," you hear someone say, "did you get attacked by this beast?"

You try to respond to their question but all that comes out is an unintelligible noise. They move to get closer to you and lift your shirt up to peer at your wounds.

"My love, she is bound to die." another voice says.

"What if we turn her?" the first voice asks, "look at how beautiful she is, I am sure Nandor wouldn't complain."

"uhhhh, yeah that's how I got vampired if you will." you say towards the camera, "mostly everyone has been welcoming. Nadja wants to hang out, like a lot. She likes dressing me up in outfits and honestly, I can't complain. It's fun. Laszlo wants to constantly play me his music so I listen. He's honestly not half bad, but my favorite is when he and Nadja sing together. Well, singing isn't exactly the right word but performing is." You smile to yourself thinking about the song that they had performed last night, which had been suspiciously similar to one of Elvis's songs.

"Colin has tried his hardest to feed off me but after dealing with stupid men for my human life he honestly can't really annoy me much. After many unsuccessful attempts he gave up and sort of just… I don't know. Doesn't anymore. Maybe my confusion over this is feeding him?" you say mostly towards yourself, but what you can't see is the cameras zooming in on Colin standing in the doorway with bright blue eyes. "Anyways moving on, Guillermo was a much tougher nut to crack. He definitely didn't like me when I first got here, that was obvious. But after living here for a few days I understood why he was hurt so badly. After 12 years of service and multiple promises that you would become a vampire you would be pretty upset if they kept turning other people instead of you. I decided to sort of extend an olive branch to Guillermo and I promised him I would turn him myself if it got to that point." You think for a second about what to say next. The only other person you haven't talked about is Nandor.

"Guillermo's master on the other hand is impossible to crack. I honestly don't know if Nandor just doesn't like me much or what but he hasn't ever really talked to me." you continue to tell the camera and crew that are intently listening to you.

The first time you had met Nandor was a few days after Nadja and Laszlo found you in the park. You had just completed your incredibly painful change into a vampire and you all decided to go out to eat. The process left you feeling less than amazing and when you definitely felt like that reflected to your exterior. So when you finally leave your newly appointed room you run directly into Nandor.

"I'm sorry." you tell him looking up realizing just how massive he is.

"It's fine." he says and brushes past you quickly, you wonder why he is speeding away so fast but chose not to think about it anymore.

Later that night, after feeding on your first human, you and Nadja sit on the couch while she braids your hair up into a complex bun while Laszlo sits at the piano playing a soft melody. You feel much better after eating for the first time in nearly a week and you look much better too. You look less sickly and back to normal.

Previously Nadja had come in during your transition to give you company and told you all about the new vampires you would be living with. She told you stories set in the past, hundreds of years before you were born. She asks you about yourself as well, where you come from, what do you enjoy doing, if you are interested in having a threesome with her and her husband, and to be honest the last one throws you for a loop.

Nadja laughs as if she made a joke but honestly you don't think she is really joking. She tells you all about how she will make you the most pretty vampire.

When Nadja is finished with your braid you both walk over to the piano.

"Laszlo?" she asks, capturing the attention of her husband, "What do you think?"

"My darling, it is beautiful. A work of art." he says when Nandor walks in.

"Nandor, what do you think?" she asks him, you both turn to look at him.

"Pretty." he says simply and leaves the room just as quickly as he entered it.

You are honestly confused about Nandor, it feels like he wants to avoid you at all costs but you literally have barely spoken to him. You go to sit back on the sofa and miss the knowing looks that the couple gives each other. ___________________________________________________

Getting used to sleeping in a coffin was difficult. The first few nights were rough being trapped inside until it was nighttime, the feeling like you were going to run out of air (which makes no sense because you can't even breathe anymore), and of course the silence. Before you would sleep with a fan on and now that it's so quiet it's impossible to sleep.

You end up listening to music which turns out to be a horrible idea because your best friend sees that you are online right away, Oscar.

Oscar: um wtf where have you been? Oscar: are u okay? no one has heard from you for like a week? Oscar: is this about kelsey? Oscar: hello?!

You choose to forego any texting and call him instead.

"Oh my god!" he exclaims as soon as he picks up, which of course is not a pleasant thing to hear, "You are alive?!"

"I'm sorry,” you tell him, “I have been busy and shit the last week.”

“You missed all of your classes. What is wrong?” he asks you, “You just disappeared after the party on Friday and Ness said you haven't been back to the dorm?”

“Listen Oscar it's not a big deal,” you tell him, “I just needed to get away from Kelsey and shit.”

“I know that she hurt you but you can’t keep avoiding everyone because of her,” he tells you, “Jesus, we have all been worried about you.”

The burning of the words makes you cry out in pain when he says them and it alerts him right away that something is very wrong with you.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?” he asks you, “You sound like you are in pain. Are you okay?”

“Listen Oscar, it's fine, I'm fine.” you tell him thinking for a second, “I just stubbed my toe.”

“I am having a very hard time believing you.” he tells you matter of factly, “Where are you? I am coming over.”

“NO!” you yell, as much as you miss Oscar it's definitely not a good idea to bring a human around a bunch of vampires when you haven't had a chance to introduce them yet, “Oscar, I will come and see you tonight. How about that?”

“Listen, I am really worried about you right now.” he tells you and you know he is being serious.

“Oscar I promise that I will tell you everything tonight, I just… it's a lot to say on the phone.” you say.

“You promise?” he asks.

“Yeah. I promise.” ___________________________________________________

A few hours later you are getting ready to leave to meet up with Oscar when you are approached by Guillermo.

“Where are you going?” he asks you.

“I am just going to meet one of my friends,” you tell him, “He has been freaking out since last week and I am kinda worried he will call the police if I don’t go see him.”

“Are you sure that's a good idea?” Guillermo asks, “Newly turned vampires don't always have the best control.”

“I wouldn’t hurt Oscar.” you tell him, a little offended that he would think you capable of something like that.

“I just want to make sure you don't accidentally do something that you regret,” he tells you, “If you hurt Oscar would you be able to forgive yourself?”

“No, you are right,” you tell him, “But, I do know someone who could protect someone from a potential vampire attack.”

Guillremo huffs but says “I’ll come with you to make sure you don't kill him.”

“Thank you!” you tell him, hugging him tightly, “I’ll get the rest of my things and we can go! Can you call a taxi? I would feel bad about you going by yourself if I flew.”

When you go back upstairs to grab your jacket and phone you miss Nandor and Guillermo’s conversation.

“Where are you going, Guillermo?” he asks, standing right behind his familiar/bodyguard.

“Master! You startled me.” Guillermo says to the vampire, “We are going out to meet her friend, Oscar. She wanted to tell him that she was okay.”

“Who is this Oscar?” he asks Guillermo.

“I don’t know, Master. I can tell you when I get back.” he promises and Nandor saunters off as soon as you re-enter the room. You of course notice that he has yet again left when you get there. It's kind of frustrating, you have no idea what you did to make Nandor want to avoid you so much. In the last week you have said a total of like five words to him. Most of which have been greets he hasn't returned.

When you and Guillermo leave the house a taxi is waiting on you both. The drive over to Oscar's apartment is about ten minutes away and when you get there you text him. By the time Oscar gets down to let you in you and Guillermo are both waiting at the door, as well as the entire camera crew that follows you all everywhere.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks you, “Disappearing for a week and not responding to anyone? Are you having a manic episode?”

“No, Oscar I promise I am fine,” you tell him, remaining on the porch until he invites you in, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course you can,” he says, “Who is this and why are you filming?”

“Oh this is Guillermo and you can just ignore the cameras,” you tell him, “We really need to talk.” ___________________________________________________

“Telling Oscar that I am a vampire was, well, difficult. Guillermo was super supportive and well I definitely needed it.” you say toward the camera. “He didn't take it very well,”

At first Oscar had not believed you, which you had assumed he wouldn't. After explaining how you were attacked by a werewolf and that Nadja had saved you from death he still didn't believe you, even after seeing the large claw marks, which would definitely not heal in a week, he still didn't. So you decided that your only course of action would be to turn into a bat and that definitely freaked him out.

“He’s gonna be staying with us until we know he's not gonna tell anyone.” you explain “That's why Oscar is passed out on the sofa.” The camera moves to zoom in on him.

“He’s my best friend,” you tell the crew, “He was super amazing during my last breakup.” The crew motions for you to continue to talk.

“Me and Kelsey dated for five months until she broke up with me a few weeks ago. Oscar would come over and we would watch movies and eat food.” you say, “Last weekend Oscar finally convinced me to go out to a party and who do I see making out with one of my friends from high school, Kelsey. Anyways after that I left and that was the fateful night in the park.”

“If something happened to Oscar I honestly have no idea what I would do. So that includes accidentally getting himself thrown into a psych-ward for claiming vampires are real.” you lament, “I love him so much, he’s my best friend.” ___________________________________________________

Nandor had been avoiding you, but not for the reason you think he is. As soon as he saw you he knew he would definitely fall for you. Given his track record with relationships the best idea he had was to just avoid you much as possible. He also saw how much you meant to Nadja and Lazla, he didn't want to scare you off then ruin your relationships with the couple. When he had first learned that a new vampire had been brought home he wasn't super excited, but when you ran into each other after you left your room he knew he was screwed.

Never had he seen such beauty as yours. Staying away from you was the best option possible and well that didn't work out very well. Nandor had also overheard your conversation with Guillermo, assuming that Oscar was worried about you because he was your lover. What he didn’t know though was that Oscar definitely was not interested in you, his type leaning much more towards Nandor himself. Nandor is sat in the camera's view and the team gives him the signal to start speaking.

“The new vampire has taken my familiar from me. She has taken him to meet up with someone named Os-car." he says, "Could Os-car be dangerous? I do not know, but what I do know is that I can not let someone with the peasant name, Os-car, hurt her. Nadja and Laszlo would be very… disappointed."

A few minutes later Nandor is peering through the window of Oscar's apartment watching you, to ensure that you are safe. He can also hear your conversation inside with Oscar. He listens as you explain what happened to you and Nandor sees when Oscar doesn't believe you. He also watches as you hike your shirt up to show Oscar the scars from your attack.

When you do lift your shirt Nandor sees how messed up by the werewolf you truly were. Last week, when Nadja and Laszlo had brought you back to the house, Nandor had been told what exactly transpired in the park and he hadn't believed them when they explained how brutally attacked you were, until now. Seeing the scars on your torso had made him upset, so upset in fact that he swears right then he will exact revenge for you. And of course he tells this to the cameras.

"I have now seen her scars and I swear on the 35 wives I used to love that I will get revenge for her. Unfortunately I have no idea where to start." he says to the camera, "I shall search all of Staten Island until I find the beast that inflicted such pain on her." What Nandor doesn't see as he talks to the camera is you carrying Oscar to a taxi. ___________________________________________________

Later that night when you are getting ready for bed Oscar wakes up. Of course he is understandably upset when he comes to.

"You fucking kidnapped me?! What the fuck?!" he asks you, yelling quite loudly.

"Shut the fuck up," you whisper to him and take a seat on the sofa, "I brought you back here because I was worried that you wouldn't exactly be chill about this and honestly you are proving me right."

"Oh yes because kidnapping someone is such a good idea." he says sarcastically, "Why the fuck did you take me here?!"

"Listen, Oscar, I just wanted a little bit more time to explain everything." you tell him and he sits down on the chair across from you, "I know that kidnapping-"

You stop when you hear your name called by the door by none other than a Nandor.

"Are you okay?" he asks you, "I heard some yelling and wanted to check in."

He turns his head to look down the hallway and quickly looks back at you. What you are unable to see is Nadja and Laszlo giving him thumbs up from the doorway of the neighboring room.

"Yeah, Nandor, I'm fine." you tell him sincerely, "Thank you."

"Yes, of course." he says and leaves the doorway to come further into the room and joins you on the sofa, "You have yet to introduce us."

"um… Oscar, this is Nandor the Relentless. Nandor, this is Oscar Garcia." you introduce.

"Os-car it's very nice to meet you," he says, "How did you meet?"

"Oscar has been my best friend since high school, we had a class together our freshman year." you explain.

"What is a 'freshman year'?" he asks, "Why are the men fresh?"

"Master, it's a term for the first year of school when you are in high school or college." Guillermo explains to him.

"Did I ask you Guillermo? No." he says to his familiar, "I asked her."

"It's just what the first year of school is called for high school and college." you repeat essentially what Guillermo just said but Nandor seems much more interested in what you are saying for some reason.

"Yeah, I just said that," Guillermo says under his breath.

"What was that Guillermo?" Nandor asks.

"Nothing, Master." he says.

"Anyways me and Oscar have been friends for about nine years now." you tell him, "Almost a decade."

"That's crazy," Oscar says thinking about the past decade, "She really helped support me when I came out to my family and was kicked out."

"You came out? What is that?" he asks.

"Well Master, it's when-" Guillermo is cut short by Nandor yelling at him.

"I did not ask Guillermo!" he yells furiously.

"It's when you tell people you are part of the LGBT community." you tell him.

"When I came out, my family disowned me." he tells Nandor.

"The LGBT?" he asks, "What is that?"

The next half hour is Nandor asking questions to Oscar. It honestly kind of surprises you how well they get along. This is also the first time that you have heard Nandor speak for this long and honestly he is hilarious. Most of the time he doesn't even realize he says something and it makes him confused on what you are laughing at.

"So why did you bring Os-car here?" Nandor asks you.

"He was worried about me and well when I went to meet him he kinda freaked out about the whole vampire thing." you tell him, "So I took him back here after Guillermo knocked him out."

"Wait, you knocked me out?" Oscar asks.

"That's not important right now," Nandor says, "Why didn't you just hypnotize him?"

"Well I- I didn't think about it," you say, "but anyways I don't want to hypnotize him. I just wanted to make sure he understood."

"Well thanks, that means a lot," Oscar says sarcastically, "I'm so happy you decided to knock me out instead of hypnotizing me."

"Oscar it's not like that," you tell him but he stands up and makes his way out of the room, "Oscar!" He continues to ignore you and leaves the house.

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....SON, YOU MIGHT BE ON TO SOMETHING HERE.

[duskholland]

The Fame Game (Part Nine) - Tom Holland

Summary ↠ Breaking up is hard. But breaking up with your fake boyfriend, with whom you’ve fallen irrevocably and painfully in love with? It’s almost impossible.

Warnings ↠ Angst, Y/N’s being stubborn but can we blame her? Cursing and crying. All the good stuff. 

Word count ↠ 5.2k

A/N ↠ This part? Emotional rollercoaster and a half. We’re almost at the end of the story, though! :((( Only part ten and the epilogue to go, and I am not okay. Crazy crazy crazy. Anyway, buckle in and enjoy part nine :)

NINE: Expiration Date (Y)

It’s raining in London. Tracks of grey, miserable water stream down the dirty window, obscuring the view of the city beyond. Your fingers are cold as you hold a mug of stale tea, the liquid pale and long-past its best. You’d poured it an hour ago, intending to throw it back and pull yourself out of your stupor, but you’d failed.

Today is the end of your relationship with Tom - the expiration date, as your team likes to call it. In a move of obscene pathetic fallacy, the weather curled across London seems to emanate your innermost thoughts. It’s cloudy and grey, darkness settled across the sky. In the distance, the clouds grow blacker, and a part of you wonders if it’ll thunder later.

You feel a tear slip from one of your eyes, and the warm line traces down your cheek as you sniffle. With slow movements, you finally put down the mug, crossing your arms over your chest as you continue to stare out of the window, vacantly. You’re in your London flat, your belongings in boxes around you. With the conclusion of a final filming project comes the end of your lease, and when you leave London tonight on a plane, you leave behind your flat, your job, and your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Your fake boyfriend, who sometimes acts like your real boyfriend, but has made it all too clear that he is only, only, only your fake boyfriend.

A scowl springs out across your face, and your fingers curl into fists at your sides.

You thought you’d been hurt by Tom before. For years, you’ve felt anger towards him - resentment, irritation, burning frustration. You’ve cursed him out on countless occasions, publicly denounced him, and watched on as he’s returned every move you’ve made against him with equal ferocity. At almost every given opportunity, Tom has launched blow after blow at you, but you’d taken it. You had accepted that that was just your relationship - that sometimes two people don’t get along, and sometimes they thrive off irritating the other. His insults didn’t touch you - not really, not like this. They’d riled you up and they’d made you seethe, but they were just insults - just empty, irritating insults, which you’d returned with a smile on your face. But now…

For the first time, Tom Holland has actually broken your heart.

It’s painful when you think about him, as you cast your mind back to your last day together. You’d been so excited, so hopeful, when you’d turned up at his place in LA, and as he’d laid you down and you’d held one another, you’d felt the love you have for him grow. Each time he’d kissed you, you felt your love deepen. Each pass of his hands over your skin made your heart race, your mind shake. You’d been waiting on the right time to open your mouth, say the three golden words, and then propose giving your relationship a real shot, only for Tom to jump the gun and tell you that he, in fact, loved you.

To have Tom stand opposite you and tell you that he loves you - only to immediately follow it up with a retraction - has shattered you. You can’t stop thinking about the moment that you’d let yourself believe, for one brief, shocking second, that Tom reciprocated your love - that Tom had softened out, and grown to love you, too. His words had knocked you off-guard, but fuck, if they weren’t the sweetest three words you’d ever heard. You’d been fully prepared to drop everything and jump into his arms, only for him to add--

“No… Wait, no.”

You are upset. You are so fucking angry. You are a whirlwind of tears and clenched fists and stiff jaws. The more you contemplate it, the hollower you feel. You have never known heartbreak as pronounced as this.

You hate the power that you’ve given Tom. Hate that you’d walked straight into this, eyes open. You can’t even blame it on blind infatuation, because you’d been aware at every moment how dangerous your budding feelings were, just you’d chosen to ignore the warning signals, too distracted by Tom’s easy smile and his kisses. You hate that you let him break your heart, hate that he’s emerged from this unscathed when you feel the weakest you’ve ever been.

But above all, you hate that you don’t hate him. It would be so easy to slip back into old habits, to return to that blind, festering hatred that used to roar through your veins at the mere mention of his name. You can’t return to that, and every time you try to drum up some anger towards Tom, you’re instead reminded of how nice, and funny, and sweet he can be.

You release a shaky breath. It’s your expiration date, today. All that’s left of your relationship is a visit to Tom’s house to collect your things, and a few pap photographs of you leaving his place, in pieces. There’s no doubt in your mind that the paparazzi will find it convincing: you’ve been a mess for days, your tears will be real. You’re full of apprehension and rattled nerves about seeing him again, about walking back into his house knowing it’ll be the last time and having to act like he hasn’t reached into your chest and ripped out your heart.

You are an actor, to your core, but your role within this relationship has been your hardest performance to date - and you have the sinking suspicion that not even you can pull off the denouement.

The paparazzi are already outside Tom’s as you walk down his front path, raindrops bouncing off your jacket. The flashes from their cameras illuminate the garden, and your eyes hurt as the light glints off the collection of small garden gnomes Harrison and Tom keep in front of their house. You’re quick to drum your knuckles on the front door, tugging on the chords of your hood and trying to shy away from the yelling journalists.

After what feels an eternity, the door is opened. Tom stares out at you, eyes widening as he takes in the pouring rain.

“Shit, it’s wet today, isn’t it?” He mutters, quickly moving aside. You hurry into the house, sighing contentedly as the warmth envelops you. You kick off your shoes, but your fingers are frozen solid and you can’t quite tug the zip of your coat. “Do you need help?”

You glance up, seeing Tom eyeing your shivering fingers as you try and fail to release the slippery zip. “Yeah,” you mutter, quickly glancing away. It’s not your intention to stay long, but you’re not so inconsiderate that you’d traipse through Tom’s entire house in a dripping jacket.

You stay very still as Tom steps forward, one of his hands holding the bottom of your jacket as the other goes up to the zip. His tongue slips out between his teeth, and a deep crease appears between his eyebrows as he grasps the zip and carefully tugs it down. A smile splits over his face, and you sigh as the coat releases.

“There you go.” Tom doesn’t stop there, though. He goes so far as to help you wiggle out of the jacket, and even hangs it up on the peg for you. The same peg you’d used when you’d stayed with him a few months ago. Your peg. “So.” Tom rocks back on his feet, looking at you through narrowed eyes. “Why haven’t you been answering my texts?”

You clear your throat, crossing your arms over your chest. “What?”

“Y/N.” Tom steps a little closer, his eyes wide with hurt. “My calls, too. I really needed to talk to you.”

“Sorry,” you fib. You’re not sorry, not even one bit. Every time you’d watched your phone go through to answerphone, you’d felt a little stronger. “I’ve been busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Oh, you know. Stuff.”

Tom frowns at you. “Well, I needed to talk to you.”

“Yeah, you said that.” You clear your throat, shaking out your arms as you try to lighten the air between you. You hadn’t meant to come into your last encounter with Tom with so much hostility on your shoulders, but being so close to him again makes your chest ache. “Sorry,” you mutter. “What did you want to talk about?”

Tom nods his head. “Well, it’s… It’s complicated.” Now he’s hesitant, with reluctance clinging to his features. You feel irritation stir inside as you watch him fluster. All you want to do is get this over and done with, so you can leave his house before you start crying again. You don’t want to drag this out.

“Well, can we talk about it as I pack my things?” You ask, your voice clipping a little at the edges.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” Tom moves out of the way, letting you into the main body of the house. “What do they want us to do, again?”

You bite your lip as you see the photograph that hangs from the wall in the hallway. It’s new, and it shows you, Harrison and Tom, laying out together on one of their sofas. You remember the night well: Harry had taken the picture, teased Tom for the way he’d got you wrapped up in his arms and refused to let go for the duration of the scary film you were all watching. On your other side is Harrison, glaring at you and Tom, mock outrage on his face. It was a good night - near the end of your trip to London, back when things were better.

“Did they send you a box?” You say, voice vacant. You can’t stop looking at the photo, at the way Tom has his face buried in your neck. You look so happy. “They want me to put all my stuff in a box. Apparently, paps just need to see me leaving with all of my things, and then they’ll get the picture.”

“Pretty simple, then?” Tom drops down to his knees, beginning to rummage in the cupboard under the stairs until he procures a big red box. “This is the one they sent.” He passes it up to you. “Will that be big enough?”

“Yeah. I only have a few things here, I think.”

“Cool. Do you want to start upstairs?”

“Why not.”

You feel awkward as you slowly climb the staircase. The air between you is unsettled, and you can tell Tom’s hurt that you’re clearly less than enthused to be here. Part of you wants to soothe him, but the other part wants to run, run, run.

“Harrison not here?” You ask as you walk past his empty bedroom. You enter their spare room, which you’d been crashing in back when you’d stayed, and quickly start pulling out the odd book and bottle you’d left. Management had instructed you to leave a few things back when you’d left, and now you understand why.

“Nah, Liverpool,” Tom says. “It’s just me.” He sits on the edge of the bed, watching as you quickly pile everything into your box. “Look, Y/N, can we please talk?”

“I’m listening.”

“No, no.” Tom stands up, and you freeze as he reaches out for your arm. The second his warm fingers touch your skin, a lump comes to your throat. “I need to- we need to talk.” You stay completely still, closing your eyes as you feel him slide his hand up your arm. His palm rests on your shoulder, weighted and familiar, and the contact makes your heart pang.

“What do you want to talk about, Tom?” You ask, voice hoarse. You keep your eyes shut. The scent of his cologne is so familiar it brings back the tightness in your chest. You aren’t sure if you’re so upset because this is the last time you’ll be together, or if it has more to do with the fact that you can’t look at Tom without being reminded that he doesn’t love you.

“Come and sit down. I can make tea.”

You suck in a deep breath. “You know that I’m walking out of your house in ten minutes and probably never coming back again, yeah?” You mutter. “What’s so important that it deserves a cup of tea?”

Tom only chuckles, not seeming to mind the bitterness of your voice. “I’ll tell you. Over tea.” He squeezes your shoulder, and you finally open your eyes. Your vision swims with tears, but if he notices it, he doesn’t comment on it. “You can pack your stuff up here, and I’ll meet you in the living room. Okay?”

You nod. “Alright.”

You try to delay your conversation for as long as possible, which takes you on a short trip into Tom’s bedroom. In your defence, you don’t mean to snoop - you did, in fact, leave your favourite book on his desk - but you do also take the opportunity to have a little look around.

On Tom’s windowsill is a line of very dead plants, their leaves shrivelled and broken. You roll your eyes as you peer into the empty watering can, chuckling softly. Typical. On his desk is a pile of scripts, dog-eared and stained with the round marks of spilt tea, and crumpled clothes hang everywhere, shoved over various armrests and laying in heaps on the floor. Tom’s entire room is organised chaos.

What catches your eye, though, is the large shelf hammered into the wall. You’ve been in Tom’s room before, hell, you’d spent your last night in London in his bed, but you’d never taken the time to look up and examine this shelf. Settled in the middle of it, gathering dust, is Tom’s BAFTA. You sigh, and instinctively, you reach up and take it.

It’s heavy in your hands. You’ve felt it before, but you’d forgotten the weight of the blue glass trophy. When you’d last touched it, it’d been on the night of the show, and Tom had thrust it into your hands mockingly, making some flippant comment about it being a mark of his success. You’d immediately tossed it back at him, almost dropping it in the process, and shut him down with a snide remark.

Now, you run your thumbs over the award. The curves are smooth beneath your fingertips. You blink a few times, and two tears splash out onto the thing. As you rub them away, you take a deep, shuddering breath.

Pull yourself together, Y/N.

You swallow, and when you release a deep exhalation, you feel steadier. The award goes back to the shelf, and you pick up your box. Just ten more minutes. One conversation, one cup of tea, and ten more minutes. Then you can leave him behind.

How much can change in ten minutes, anyway?

There’s something melancholic about the way you find yourself sitting on Tom’s sofa, facing him again. You’re in the same position that you were in back when you’d customised your shoes together, before everything had gone to shit: you, leaning up against one armrest, Tom against the other, both of you with your legs outstretched and meeting in the middle. Tessa has staked her claim sitting on your feet, and as you sip nervously at your tea, you keep your eyes on her.

“So.” Tom’s fidgeting. If he’s not drumming his fingers over the ceramic of his mug, he’s picking at the strap of his watch. “I need to talk to you.”

You wince a smile. “Yeah, you keep saying that.” You take a sip of your tea. It’s still hot, and it burns the tip of your tongue, but part of you wants to down the whole thing just so you can leave. Being so close to him makes your chest sting.

Tom takes a deep breath. “I said something really stupid the last time we were together. I was… I was just going to leave it, but then I realised that doing that would be even more stupid,” he starts. Immediately, you feel yourself bristle. You can’t have this conversation again.

“We don’t need to talk about it, Tom,” you mutter. “What’s the point? I’m leaving soon.”

“Which is exactly why we need to talk about it, love.” Tom’s eyes are wide, a hint of desperation swirling in them. He sets his tea down on the coffee table and sits up straighter. “I didn’t mean it.”

You sigh, rubbing at your forehead as you feel another stab of pain in your chest. He’s really twisting the knife, now.

“I know,” you remind him. “You’ve already told me that you didn’t mean it.”

“No, no.” Tom shakes his head, running a hand through his curls. “No.” He’s visibly anxious, but you’re too perplexed to consider offering him any comfort. “I mean… I said I didn’t love you. Well, I said I loved you, and then I took it back.”

You release a sound somewhere between a whimper and a groan, and it brings on a fresh set of tears. “Yes, I remember, Tom.”

“Well, I was wrong.”

Very slowly, you look up at him. You put down the tea and bring your knees to your chest, staring at him through hard eyes.

“What?” You say, voice dull.

“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have taken it back.” “Tom.” You’re exasperated and confused. “What are you trying to say?”

“I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you.”

Your eyebrows pull together. “What?”

“I love you.” Tom’s lips quirk into a soft, warm smile. “And- And I know you probably don’t feel the same way, and you probably don’t want to hear it, but I had to tell you before you leave. You have to know how I actually feel.” He sits forward, and his foot nudges your knee. “I love you. I’m sorry for being a dick, I just… I panicked, I guess.”

Your brain feels like it’s running slow, wading miles behind the rest of you. You’ve spent so many days coming to terms with the fact that Tom doesn’t love you that the evidence for the contrary isn’t sinking in.

“What- but you said that you didn’t love me?” You puzzle.

“I was wrong.”

You look at him. You look at him long and hard. Your eyes dissect the soft smile on Tom’s lips, the eagerness in his eyes, and the blush on his cheeks.

You don’t believe him.

“How can you get something like that wrong?” You ask him, frazzled. “Tom, I- I don’t know if I can trust anything that you say.”

Tom raises an eyebrow. “So you want it to be true?”

“What? Shut up, this isn’t about me.” You have a lump in your throat. “Tom, this is- this is about you, not knowing how you feel.”

“But I do know how I feel. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you-”

“Stop.”

You can’t take it. With every repetition, it feels like Tom’s rubbing it in your face.

“Y/N?”

You stand up from the sofa, displacing Tessa who whimpers in response.

“You’re so cruel, Tom.”

Tom scrambles to his feet too, hopping as he regains his balance. He stands in front of you. “What? What do you mean?” His eyes are wide with hurt. “I’m being honest, Y/N. How is it cruel to love you?”

Tears form in your eyes.

“You don’t get to take it back. You… First, you said that you loved me. Do you… Do you know how happy that made me?” You screw your hands into fists, voice hoarse. “I thought, for a second, that you loved me. I really, really did. I thought that we could end this stupid thing and just be happy. But then, you turn around, and you take it back. You’re not allowed to take back a declaration of love, Tom. Do you know how- how crushing that was?”

“-But-”

“No, I’m talking.” The end of your nose tingles, and you reach up to brush the wetness from your cheeks. “You… You broke my heart, Tom. Because I-” You break off, and you meet his eyes. You speak directly to him. You finally bare your soul. “I love you, Tom. I fell in love with you, and so for you to turn around and take it back-” You break off, waving a hand through the air. “It broke my heart.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice is raw, and you watch as Tom rubs at his eyes. “I didn’t know, Y/N.”

“How am I supposed to believe you?” You look at the floor, vision blurry. “How am I supposed to believe that you aren’t going to turn around in two minutes and take it back again?” You rub at your arms. “Why do you get all of the power?”

Tom steps closer, but you just move away. “Y/N, please. I don’t want to hurt you. I would never, ever want to hurt you. I was confused, but I know now more than ever how I feel about you.”

“But you have hurt me, Tom,” you say, finally looking back at him. “Our entire relationship has been us hurting each other. Why should it be any different now?”

Tom clasps his hands together, his cheeks red and ruddy. “We both know it’s different now.”

“Is it?” You release a dim laugh. “Because I feel, just now, exactly as horrible as I used to feel when we’d argue, Tom. All we’ve ever done is hurt.”

“That’s the past.” Tom’s voice is picking up now, growing in strength. When he looks at you, you see his jaw flexing. “I’m sorry for the ways I’ve acted, Y/N, but I can’t change it now. All I can tell you is that you’ll be making a bad decision if you walk out of the door.”

“I have to.” It’s too much to process - too much to think about when Tom’s looking at you so desperately. This morning you’d woken up expecting an awkward visit and then a plane ride far, far away from him. This revelation upends all of that.

“No, you don’t.” Finally, you let Tom take your hands. He runs his thumbs over the back of your palms and you whimper. “Stay. Stay here with me. Fuck PR, fuck the paps. We can be together. We can love each other.” He smiles again, softly. “Let me love you. Please.”

It’s very tempting. As Tom holds your hands tightly and stares into your eyes, you want so desperately to cave. You want to throw yourself into his arms and tell him that you love him, that yes, yes, of course you’ll stay with him. But you think back to all the tears that you’ve shed, and you look at his face, and you’re reminded of the night at the BAFTAs when he’d thrust his polished trophy into your face and bragged about it. You think about all of the times he’s made moves against you and tried to trip you up. You think about your last day together, and how easily he’d retracted his statement.

How can he stand here in front of you, and ask you to forget about all of that so easily?

“I can’t.”

You step away from Tom and instead grab your big red box. You walk quickly into the hallway, your eyes full of hot tears. He follows.

“Yes, you can.”

You sit on the stairs and start lacing up your shoes, staring at Tom angrily.

“I can’t.” Your fingers shake as you tie your laces. “I have a flight. I have a life in LA that I need to get back to. This was never part of the plan, Tom. You’re my fake boyfriend. You aren’t supposed to be my real boyfriend.”

“But you love me.” Tom’s blocking your way, his biceps bulging from his black t-shirt as he stands in front of you desperately. “You told me. You said that you love me, Y/N, and I’m telling you that I love you too.”

“Love isn’t always enough, Tom.” It hurts to look at him, to think about how easily and foolishly he’s handled your heart. “Let me go.”

“Love can be enough.” It’s his final attempt; you can see it in his eyes. “Don’t let us end like this, Y/N. Please.” He takes your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips. His mouth moves over your skin, dropping kisses to your cold skin.

You feel trapped. You know the car is waiting outside, and it’s all come on too fast, too soon.

“Tom,” you say. You pull your hand from his grasp. “Let me go.”

Tom steps aside. He finally slumps against the wall, pressing his head into his hands. “Is this what you really want?” His voice is raw, broken, and his eyes are red.

You tug your soaking jacket from the peg on the wall as you shrug haplessly. “You can’t drop these feelings on me ten minutes before I’m out the door and expect me to change my life for you.” You look at him. “It isn’t fair.”

“Fine.” Tom stands up straighter. “You should take off your hoodie, then. It’s mine. Wouldn’t be the best impression of the paparazzi to be seen wearing my clothes, would it?”

You drop your jacket to the floor and start shuffling out of the pink hoodie. It’s an oversized fit, and it comes off easily, but you chuckle bitterly. Tom’s taken everything from you - your heart, your sanity - even the very clothes from your back. What more could he possibly want to take?

“There.” You shove it into his hands and angrily pull on your coat. The sleeves are cold and damp against your skin, making you shiver. “Happy now?”

Tom looks down at the jumper. “No,” he says, voice soft. His eyes are round again, widening further as you reach for the front door. “Y/N, please.”

Your fingers linger on the doorknob, cold to touch. You hesitate. When you glance back at Tom, your resolve crumbles. As frustrated and bemused as you are, you love him. You love him, and he’s your best friend, and you’re leaving him.

“Tom,” you whimper. You step away from the door, dodging the box, and fold into his arms, crying with your face on his shoulder. Tom’s arms wrap around your back and he pulls you in tightly. “I’m sorry.” You aren’t sure what you’re apologising for - your departure, your broken heart, your tears staining his shirt. You just know you are so overcome with every emotion that it’s overflowing now, leaving your mouth in ugly sobs.

“Shh.” Tom rolls a hand over your back, patting in large circles. Your jacket crinkles at the action, and you think you can feel his chest shake. “It’s okay.”

You stay in his arms, your face buried in his neck until you stop crying. Even then, you feel clogged up and weakened. He’s so warm - his embrace strong, and comfortable. You feel protected, and when you step back, you feel your heart break again.

“I’m sorry, Tom.” You wipe at your eyes and pick up the red box. Tom’s face falls in response. “I just… I need time. I’m not- I’m not saying that we can never be together, I just… I can’t stay just now. It’s too fresh, I don’t...”

“It’s okay.” Tom steps forward. One of his hands goes to the doorknob, the other rests on your shoulder. He’s near to you - so near that you can see the flecks of pain in his eyes and the freckles on his face. His gaze flickers down to your lips. “I can wait.”

You lean in and kiss him, softly. His lips taste of salty peppermint.

“I… I’ll see you later.” You want to say it, want to tell him so desperately that you love him, but the words choke in the back of your throat.

Tom just smiles, the action not stretching to his eyes. He tilts his head towards the door. “Are you ready?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Tom looks at the box in your hands and reaches up. He tugs up the hood of your jacket and tucks your hair into it carefully. “Safe flight, darling.”

“Thank you.”

He opens the door and steps aside, and then you’re on your own.

London Heathrow Terminal 5 is very empty. You’re sitting alone in the back corner of the waiting room, hood drawn around your face, sunglasses resting heavily over your nose. You haven’t been able to stop shaking since you left Tom’s house. Feeling numb through bag drop, security, and duty-free, it’s a miracle you’ve made it to your gate on time.

You close your eyes, and you see him. You open your eyes, and you expect to see him. He’s everywhere.

Is this what you really want..?

It plays on loop, lilted in his voice. Is this what you really want? To be sat alone, crying in Heathrow airport, when Tom is waiting back at home, finally willing to take you into his arms?

You sniff as you wipe at your eyes, furiously trying to stem the flow of tears. It had all happened so quickly; it felt almost unfair.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you’re grateful for the distraction.

Tom <3: Have a safe flight. I’m sorry for being such a dick. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I love you. I love you and I’ll wait for you. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to figure it out. I love you. Xxxxxxxxxx

You put the phone down, sucking in a deep breath. Your eyes fall to your feet. You notice, for the first time, that you’re wearing your special personalised Converse.

With shaking hands, you pull off your sunglasses and stare at your feet. The ink has run a little, obscured by the pouring London rain, but you can still make out some of the shapes Tom had drawn over them, all those weeks ago. A love heart, a flower, a couple holding hands. The lump in your throat grows bigger.

Is this what you really want..?

“Now boarding, Flight BA0269, London Heathrow to LAX. We now invite our platinum club to board.”

You sigh. You stand up and pull your backpack over your shoulders. You look back at your feet.

The love heart is wobbly and uneven, and you remember the look of concentration on Tom’s face as he’d tried his best to doodle over your shoes. The room had been so warm, back then. Just the two of you, together, finding comfort in one another’s company. It’d been simple, and you can remember looking up at him and feeling warmth for him in your heart.

Is this what you really want..?

No.

Your relationship has felt like a series of rash decisions lately, and you aren’t about to make the final, irreversible choice of leaving London. You can’t leave - not now, with the path finally clear. You can’t leave Tom, who’s finally told you how he feels. He’s messy, and complicated, and being around him makes you feel like your heart is on fire, but you love him. You love him, and maybe he’s right - maybe love is enough.

You know that you have come too far to throw it all away without giving him a chance.

You’ve never been a fan of bold, romantic gestures, but as they call your gate again, you turn off your phone and you turn around. You turn around, and you run. You run back to him.

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[k-pop-imagines]

Hi! I'm very new to the suju fandom and honestly seeing them now with their comeback makes me so happy♥ I wanted to request an scenario with Donghae where he has a crush on idol whos younger than him (why do I always like older guys jfc) and when she does a sexy concept the boys tease him at like weekly idol/knowing brother? Thank you anyways!

Requests are open yay! Could u do, if it’s not too much trouble, an scenario where Donghae’s crush, the maknae, is outgoing but kinda shy -Kinda like Hwasa from mamamoo tbh- and her group is doing a sexy concept so she get asked to dance it in a variety show and leaves everyone shook? Plus the suju boys teasing Donghae abt loving that concept? Thank you! Sorry if the request it’s too long!

We combined these two requests because they are obviously incredibly similar (maybe they were even written by the same person, who knows)! We hope you like it! 

Donghae dreaded appearing on variety shows. He didn’t have the best personality for it, he was more of a quiet person, he felt kind of awkward and out of place especially since he often filmed with the more outgoing members of Super Junior. There were always certain worries. Would he be able to be comfortable enough? Would he get enough screen time? Would he get the chances to say appropriate, funny things at the perfect times?

Even after twelve years of being in the entertainment industry, he still worried every time. Today wasn’t any different. Donghae was scheduled to film for Weekly Idol with Heechul, Eunhyuk, and Shindong. And your group. He still didn’t know whether that was making the situation better or worse. Sure, he was excited to see you, he’d been crushing on you ever since your group debuted a year and a half ago. However, if any of the members or hosts found out about his little crush, that would be his end. They would never let him live it down.

Everything was fine until he laid eyes on you in the large, white room right before filming started. You were dressed rather casually, skinny jeans and a beautiful white blouse, introducing yourself as the maknae of your group. Before anyone could catch Donghae staring, Super Junior was getting ready to enter.

Things went surprisingly smoothly, he didn’t mess up, didn’t say anything embarrassing, and actually made you and the hosts laugh at some point. He was proud of himself. He actually caused you to laugh and that sound was the most beautiful thing he’d heard in a while.

Then the situation became a bit difficult for him. After Super Junior did theirs, your group was told to give the random play dance a try. As the filming took place a week before your comeback, no one knew about the concept. So when you suddenly performed part of the rather sexy dance break, the hosts and Super Junior were equally shocked. Donghae couldn’t hide his surprise. His eyes widened as he watched you dance full of confidence, he would have never expected that considering your previous concepts were innocent and adorable.

“Yah! Donghae seems to be liking this a bit too much! He was staring at the maknae a bit too much!” Heechul called him out on it. He involuntarily blushed and dismissed his older friend’s accusation with a wave of his hand, explaining that he was just a bit surprised at the change of concept. He called himself lucky as the hosts didn’t press any further and left it at that for now. Maybe his secret was safe for a little longer. Or so he thought. Until a game was proposed.

The Super Junior members would be attached to a small device that monitored their heartbeat and your group was supposed to make them flustered or excited so their heart would beat faster. At that point, Donghae knew he was screwed. The other members of your girl group weren’t much of a problem for him. He kept calm, they acted cutely but it didn’t really excite him that much, for obvious reasons. When you stood up from your chair and positioned yourself in front of him with a smile on your face, he already had a hard time keeping his heart in check.

After taking a deep breath and waiting for the music to start, you began and performed a small sexy dance similar to the one from your comeback song, all the while smirking confidently. Donghae tried, he really tried hard to not let it show but the heartbeat monitor betrayed him. “Ahh, seriously, why am I not surprised?!” Shindong yelled in frustration. Donghae attempted to hide his blush by laughing it off and turning away from the camera but this time no one would let it go that easily.“You’re so easy to read Donghae, at least try to hide your crush,” Eunhyuk teased, hitting him lightly on the shoulder.

Donghae wasn’t the only one trying his hardest to hide his feelings. As you watched the banter, a shy smile crept up on your face. This man was truly adorable and you couldn’t really fathom that he seemed kind of interested in you. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that his heart beat only rose when you challenged him, surely there must have been some truth hidden behind his members’ words. Their discussion continued for a few minutes before they went back to their professional selves and continued properly. The filming was over way faster than you’d expected, time literally flew by. Soon, it was time to stop and say goodbye but you didn’t want to part ways like that. You went over to the Super Junior member, clearing your throat to get his attention. As the man turned around, a flustered smile appeared on his lips and you could see he was about to open his mouth and probably explain himself. You stopped him before he could do so.

“Would you like to go out sometime?”

[onebangtanstan]

Power Style - Chapter Ten : The past

I tell them almost everything. My parents' car accident when I was 4, my upbringing in countless foster homes, how Sarah and her family saved my life, and about Pete. I don't tell about the abuse I endured while I was in the system, I don't tell them about how I was an addict before the Douglas' adopted me. I spend more time on Pete though, telling them how we were high school sweethearts, got married at 18, divorced at 21 after 3 years of mental and physical abuse. I explain to them that he is the reason I moved to Seoul, to get as far away as I could from him.

They listen to me religiously, taking in every piece of information I give them, understanding very well that there's more to my story but they don't pry. It feels good to let it all out.

"Fuck Gina." Tae lies back on the couch when I'm done taking. They're both staring into the distance, trying to figure out what to say or do.

We sit there in silence for a moment. I wipe some tears from my cheeks and take a big gulp of wine.

"It's fine now guys. I wouldn't have this life without this. If anything, it taught me a lot" I sincerely believe this. I wouldn't be the same person without the things I've been through.

"Ok I guess, but it's too much for one person. It's just fucked up. And for this Pete guy" Tae's anger is displayed in his voice "I would fuck him up, I swear to God Gina, I would-"

"V, calm down." It's the first thing Jungkook has said all night. "She doesn't need you to be angry, she doesn't need anyone to fuck anyone up. She just needs friends." He turns to me and holds me by the shoulders, staring deep into my eyes "Gina, you are an amazing woman. You have a beautiful soul, and are one of the strongest person I have ever met. You've faced every thing life threw at your face and still managed to grow from it." I feel my vision blurring, tears filling up my eyes once again. "Thank you so much for having enough faith in us to tell us your story. Maybe one day you'll tell us the rest, but if you don't, I will still be grateful that you confided in us."

He brings me in for a hug while the tears stream down my face. He gently strokes my hair, while Tae is rubbing my back. I haven't cried in so long, this feels really good. He doesn't let go of me until he senses that I've calmed down. I sit back up and notice the wet stain I've left on his t-shirt.

"Thank you for listening to me guys" I take the tissue that Tae is handing me and use it to wipe my eyes. "Can we talk about something else now?"

"Of course! Anything you want" Jungkook exclaims.

I think of the hallway of pictures I noticed when I first came over. "I want to hear your stories" I let them know "But especially the ones behind the pictures in the entrance"

We all go towards the front door, and look at the first pictures. Tae explains that it's a timeline of the band. I listen to them talk about each picture, what was going on for them at that time and how they were feeling. I learn a lot about BTS's history. They tell me all about their debut, their first daesang, their tours, their trips, all of these moments captured on film. I pay attention to all of their stories carefully. I know I can find a way to integrate their timeline in our project.

We get to a beautiful picture of them all dressed up with Jin holding an award. They look so happy.

"Wow. This was a weird one. 2018 MAMAs." Tae speaks melancholically, while Jungkook sighs at that statement.

"Why's that?" I ask, curious about what they have to say.

"That award was the ending to the hardest year we ever had." Jungkook tells me "We were working so hard and were under so much pressure at that time. We were physically and emotionally drained. It was really hard to keep going, and we almost disbanded." He pauses for a second. He looks at Tae, who is staring at his feet. "Our performance was probably one of our best ones, but also the hardest because of the year we had just had. Receiving this award - artist of the year - was the proof that all our hard work had paid off. It was a very emotional night."

I had never thought of it that way. They always put out the best of themselves, never letting their hardships show.

"Anyway, let's move on from that" Jungkook directs, feeling that Tae isn't comfortable talking about that time.

They tell me about the next pictures, and we end with one of their favourites. It's from not too long ago, the 2020 Grammy's. They tell me how honoured they were to be the first K-Pop group to perform at the ceremony.

They all look really beautiful with their suits. You can tell in their eyes that they are honoured to be there, and I can still sense that pride in the way they look now.

"You guys are so cute when you talk about your memories" I tell them.

Before they can answer, we hear the front door open and all turn around to watch Yoongi walk in. We freeze as he sees the 3 of us just staring at him.

"Hi.." He looks confused about what we're doing.

"Where are you coming from all dressed up?" Tae teases him. We had all noticed that he was really well dressed as soon as he stepped in.

"Um.. Just dinner with Hobi" He's almost whispering but we all see the soft smile on his face. We don't pry, we know him well enough not to do so, especially the boys. "Anyways, I'm going to bed" He passes us in the hallway and heads to the other side of the apartment.

"I'm going to head off too. Thanks again for tonight, I really appreciate it."

Tae and Kook both bring me in for a hug while I smile, feeling their warmth and support.

"See you tomorrow Gina!" Jungkook says as I close the front door.

I get into a cab once I'm outside, and before I realize it I'm in my apartment. I must've been lost in my thoughts all along.

I decide it's best to go to bed before I start thinking about what I said tonight and it puts me back in a bad mood.

I feel so much better when I wake up. I start to get ready and go for a more cheerful outfit today.

The sun is shining outside. I can feel the winter leaving slowly as the sun rays hit my skin.

As soon as I step inside the set, am I lifted up by Jungkook. I burst out laughing, not expecting this type of greeting.

Hi Jungkook!" I can speak now that he has put me back on the ground. "What's got you in this mood today?"

"Well, I'm always happy first of all, but I just wanted to make sure you had a great start for your day." He gives me the cutest smile before going on "You know, V and I talked about you when you left and we both agree that you need to have more fun. The only thing you do is work."

"That's not true!" I exclaim "I have fun...sometimes"

"Sure you do. Anyway, it's great that you're coming on tour with us, because we will make you have fun with us. Deal?" He stands up straight before me, waiting for an answer.

"Ok I guess" I answer. It's like I could say no.

Satisfied enough with my response, he turns his heels to get his makeup and fitting done. While he does that, I talk a bit with the team, asking them if everything is going as planned. After their updates, we wait for Jungkook to be all done with his preparation.

He's jumping all over the place when he comes out of the changing room and skips all the way to his spot.

"I'm ready!" He doesn't look like a popstar at all, but like a child on Christmas morning. The whole staff is smiling at him ; he really does know how to lift the mood.

He's being goofy during the shoot, dancing and jumping around, but only because he knows that he's good at this. And he really is. The camera loves him, and he sends the love right back. The lights hit him perfectly, the clothes look great on him.

We have what we need rather quickly, but everyone is just enjoying the moment and the fact that we have an amazing model in front of us.

"Alright, guys that's it for today." I finally put an end to the shoot "Everyone go back home, rest before the last 2 days, we'll do the editing tomorrow afternoon at the office."

"What are you doing today?" Jungkook appears by my side.

"I was thinking of walking around, taking some sun in. Why?"

"I wanna spend time with you. Can I come?"

"Why not!"

"Yay! It's an adventure!" I watch him run to get all his stuff. He's back beside me in a few seconds. "Ready?" I nod back, and out we are.

Our first stop will be for food. We can't decide on what to eat, until we spot a Panda Express.

"Oooh that's my favourite!" I blurt out.

"Let's go then!" He grabs my hand and pulls me towards it. "V loves it too" He tells me as we walk in.

We order way too much food for the 2 of us but somehow manage to finish everything.

Just as we're about to leave, 3 girls come over to Jungkook to ask for a photo. They can barely speak to him but he make them comfortable straight away. He asks me if I can take the picture for them, so I grab the phone and snap a few shots of the 4 of them. He gives them a big hug before they leave. I watch him the whole time, he's really sweet with his fans. He then proceeds to put on a mask and a cap, making him less recognizable.

We walk around the city, and it looks beautiful. Everyone is at work, so there's not many people in the streets. The sun is still shining, making the whole day even better. We talk a lot during our stroll and he messes around to make me laugh. It's an amazing feeling to be around him, his energy is so pure.

We keep going until our hands and noses are numb and stomachs are empty. We sit down in a Starbucks and continue our conversation. I tell him about each members shoot, and when we start talking about Jin he looks at me and the mood changes.

"Gina, about him.." He starts, looking down to his cup. This feels weird. "I love him with all my heart, but be careful with him."

"What do you mean?" I'm worried now.

"Well.. I don't want you getting hurt, especially now that I know what you've been through."

"I don't understand" The feeling in my stomach is back once again. It had been a while since it appeared. "I have fun with Jin, he's cute to me. Why would I get hurt?"

"I'm not saying you will, I'm just telling you to be careful."

"Um, okay.." I feel lost. What is this supposed to mean? Would Jin hurt me? I doubt he'd be able to do such a thing.

"Anyway! It's getting late, we should probably head back." He's right, the sun is almost gone. I shake every strange feeling I have as I get up. I don't want to ruin this day.

"Wait, don't move!" He orders me as we step outside. "The lighting is perfect, you look beautiful"

He pops his phone out and takes a few pictures of me, acting like a pro. I'm usually the one behind the camera, not the other way around. This is way out of my comfort zone, but I pose for the camera to make him happy. I actually enjoy it for once, maybe thanks to his sweet and encouraging comments behind his screen.

"Perfect. Instagram material" He says while he goes through the pictures. "I've sent them to you" My phone bings as soon as he's finished talking. I look at the pictures while he is still on his phone. He's right, they do look good.

"Right, my car is on it's way for you." He informs me as he puts his phone away.

"You didn't have to! How are you going to get home?" I ask.

"Please, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let a girl go home all alone in the streets of a big city" He jokes and throws a smile at me. "But don't worry, I can walk, my apartment isn't that far away."

"Thank you, Jungkook." I smile back at him.

"Only condition is if you call me Kook. Jungkook is too formal."

"Very well, it will be Kook from now on" We smile at each other.

The car arrives shortly and I hop into it after saying goodbye to Kook.

Once I get home, I run a bath to end this perfect day in the most perfect way. I slide myself in, and feel my muscles relax instantly.

I lay there and think about what Kook said about Jin. I really don't understand what he meant. I quickly chase the thought, I don't have time for this. I have a shoot to finish and tomorrow is definitely going to be the hardest one.

I stay in for a bit until I almost doze off. I get out of my bathtub before I fall asleep completely and head for my bed. I fall asleep immediately, all snuggled up in my covers, feeling at peace.

My alarm goes off, making me groan. I stay in bed for a while, not wanting to go today. I pull myself up to open the curtains, making my eyes twitch.

I stall the whole morning, thinking it will make things better. Of course, it didn't work. Now I'm late and anxious about it.

There's only my staff when I get to the set, but that's fine by me. I can set everything up before he gets here and pisses me off in some way.

We wait and wait for him, but he doesn't show up. It's almost time to start the shoot and still no Namjoon.

I try calling him, no answer obviously. I text the group chat. No one knows where he is. I'm about to call my boss to ask him to call management when I hear the door open.

He's finally here. He struts in like he owns his place, even though he's almost an hour late. We're all looking at him in a very annoyed way. The whole team looks away as he lays his eyes on each of them. I have to admit, he is quite intimidating, but I can't give into him. I stand in the middle of the room, arms crossed over my chest, staring him down. I can't believe how arrogant he is.

[ddaengsopemin]

Worlds Away - Ch 2

Genre: Online Dating!AU

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: Dirty talk, Smut, Angst, Language, Slight Dom

Plot: You met Jimin through your favorite online video game. Finding out that he lived on the other side of the world from you. You both quickly fell for each other, and dealt with the issues that come with online dating. Although, some temptations are too hard to turn away. Especially when your significant other is nowhere near.

A/N:Thank you all so much for patiently waiting. I know this is late, and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I will try my hardest to be on time with the next chapter. Let me know what you think! -B

Jimin cards his hand through his hair as he walks down the busy Seoul streets. He adorned a black face mask, and sunglasses to try to be as unnoticeable as possible to the people mindlessly passing him as he heads to the address his company gave him. A coffee shop…how typical… He thinks; annoyance etched on every crevice of his face as the company told him of their plans.

He sighs as he reaches his destination. Standing under the neon signs that marked his last days of freedom for who knows how long. As he reaches for to pull the door of the shop open, out of the corner of his eye he spots the paparazzi trying to get the best sighting of him. He rolled his eyes at the thought of his company calling in an ‘anonymous tip’ as to his whereabouts, and who with. He never understood how they acted like they were so sly when they stick out like sore thumbs. 

The bell at the top of the door dinged as he entered the coffee shop. No one paid any attention to his arrival; even the baristas were too busy, scurrying around behind the bar serving orders.  He was thankful as he ducked his head towards the register. 

“Two iced americanos, please…” He ordered as the smiling barista took his cash, carefully handing back his change. 

“That will be right out, sir.” She responded as she walked away.

As he waited for his order his thoughts drifted to you. How your cheeks pulled up when you smiled, how your laugh sounded and flowers bloomed in his chest knowing it was him that made you laugh. He pictured the way your hair fell into your face and your eyes drooped with the weight of your day pushing you to sleep. He desperately hoped he would be able to tell you about the shitty situation his company threw at him, but they expected him to head to the cafe directly after they had informed him.

Jimin was snapped out of his thoughts as the barista called for him to retrieve his order. He shuffled over to the counter and retrieved the drinks, and turned around to look for a table. He huffed as the only one that was available was dead center. He took his seat and lightly drummed his fingers on his cheek waiting for his date to arrive. 

The bell to the cafe chirped; Jimin was too lost in thought to pay it any mind. He didn’t notice her presence next to him until she had cleared her throat. 

“O-Oh…” Jimin stuttered as he shot up from his chair. “Hello Rose.” 

“Still as clueless as ever I see…” Rose said as she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Is that mine?” She asked pointing to the second cup of coffee sitting on the table.

“Yes, who else would it be for?” Jimin asked as he slumped back down into his seat. “We are dating now, are we not?” He asked without turning his head towards Rose. Opting to look out the window at the fidgety paparazzi continuing to pile onto the sidewalk.

“Look, I’m just as unhappy as you are.” Rose sneered

“Yeah, I highly doubt that.” Jimin replied, shaking his head at the girl. “Let’s just get this over with…” He said as he pushed himself away from the table.

Rose reached her hand out to his, giving him a lopsided smile. Jimin took her hand in his as he forced the sweetest smile he could muster. 

Her warmth enveloped his hand and all he could think as she lead him out of the cafe is how it would feel to have you here. How he would intertwine his fingers with yours. He would pull you into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He pictured your life together, how your apartment would look. He felt sadness creep into his chest at the thoughts. Snap out of it Jimin… He shook his head as he looked forward, watching Rose push the door open to the cafe. 

As soon as the door opened, and that damned chime ringed Jimin twirled Rose around to face him and wrapped an arm around her ribs. Smiling down at her as hard as he could. She moved forward to press her forehead to his, closing her eyes as she gave him a warm smile.

They stood like that for what seemed like forever.  All they could hear was gasps from passer bys, and the loud click click click of the cameras they both knew were there from the beginning. 

“That’s enough.” Jimin said curtly. He pulled away from Rose and grabbed her by the wrist. Pulling her away from all the commotion and down a nearby alley.

“Our business is done here.” He said as he made his way down to the other side of the alley. He threw the hood to his jacket over his head, and pulled his sunglasses over his eyes. 

“W-Wait!” Rose shouted. “Jimin! Wait!” 

Jimin halted his steps, as if cement had hardened around his feet. “Would you shut up?” He snarled over his shoulder. “Do you want everyone to know where we are?”

“I’m sorry.” Rose said in a small voice. Jimin noticed as tears started to well up in her eyes. Jimin looked at the ground and sighed. 

“Look, this could ruin everything for me. The relationship I have built, the trust that she has in me.” He balled his fists at his sides as he was overcome with emotion. “I would give anything for her…”

He turned away from Rose and walked away. He headed straight for his dorm, locking himself in his room when he arrived. Lulling himself into a restless sleep. 

Jimin shot up from his bed. Breathing heavily, sweat covering his chest. He rubbed his hands over his eyes, peering at the clock in between his fingers.

 6:05 am

“NO!” Jimin shouted. He kicked the covers off of him and threw himself off his bed. “No no no no no…” He repeated as he made his way to his laptop. His mind was racing as he waited for the machine to wake up. It is 6:05 here…that means it is….10:05pm her time…. 

“SHIT!” He yelled as he slammed his fists on the table. 

Taehyung poked his head into the room, “Hey man, are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just leave me alone. Please.” Jimin pleaded with his roommate.

“Okay, okay.” Tae replied. “I’m here you know…” 

Jimin waved his hand in dismissal at Taehyung as he heard his door close. 

He quickly opened up skype as your notifications popped up one by one, quickly filling Jimin with dread. He began typing messages quicker than his brain could process.

No, Y/N. No. Please.

Please let me explain.

Calling Y/N….

No Answer. Call back?

Calling Y/N….

No Answer. Call back?

Calling Y/N….

No Answer. Call back?

Answer me! Please! 

Jimin’s eyes filled with tears as he processed your silence and what it meant. He sat back in his chair, thinking of what he could do. How he could fix this. Rehearsal was in an hour, he needed to get up and begin getting ready but he couldn’t will his legs to move. 

He sat there for another 30 minutes. His head in his hands, processing how he could have made such an awful mistake. Why didn’t he prepare himself? Why didn’t he say fuck his company, and tell you anyways? Why hadn’t he gotten to you sooner?

“Dude! Come on! We are going to be late!” Taehyung called from down the hallway. 

Jimin pulled himself away from his chair; looking at his laptop one last time to check what he knew wasn’t there. 

Rehearsal was the longest Jimin had ever had to endure, or at least it felt that way to him. He made a lot of mistakes, and did not perform even close to the best of his abilities. He tripped on his own feet over and over trying to just get by as his clouded mind took up almost his entire consciousness.

Words of worry were called his way repeatedly throughout the night. The other members were genuinely concerned about his well being, especially Taehyung. He dismissed them with a wave of his hand, and reassured them he would be fine. That did little to calm any of their concerns. 

Jimin decided to skip dinner and headed straight to his room when they returned to their dorms. He flipped open his laptop, quickly typing out a few more pleas for you to reply to him. 

I miss you…I’m sorry….

He threw himself onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The hole in his chest never ceasing to announce it’s presence.

I could go to her….. he thought. Feeling like it was only a far away wish, one that he couldn’t make come true even in his wildest dreams. 

“I COULD GO TO HER.” He half whispered, half yelled as he rushed towards his desk. Typing in the web address to his bank account, and bringing up the schedule for the next event he was expected to perform at. 

He had the money, of course he did. He never went anywhere or did anything except for talk to you and go to and from his schedules. He spend his money on food, other necessities, and not much else. 

It all seemed too good to be true, the stars were aligning right in his favor. The universe was casting a small amount of light into the pit he had hurled himself into just hours before. He wasn’t scheduled for another event for a week…his members would understand him skipping out on a couple of rehearsals.

He booked a flight that would leave early the next morning, pushed away from his desk and began searching for his backpack. 

Jimin threw his backpack onto his bed and began searching through his drawers for the clothing he would need. 

“Socks…Boxers….Shirts….Jeans….Shoes…..” He made a mental note of everything he had laid out on his bed so he would not forget anything. Once he assured himself he had grabbed everything he hastily shoved it in his backpack, and placed it by the door of his room. 

He opened his door and padded out into the living room in search of Taehyung. Finding him exactly where he knew he would, in front of the TV playing video games. 

“Jungkook no!!!!!” Taehyung yelled through the mic as he threw he controller up in the air. Groaning as Defeat flashed across the screen in bright red letters. Jimin quirked an eyebrow up at the sight and laughed as he took his place next to Tae on the couch.

“I don’t know what you think is so funny…” Tae pouted as he crossed his arms and waited for the next match to begin. Jimin could hear Jungkook apologizing through the other side of the headphones. 

“You know, man. You’ll grow roots from your ass into this couch if you never get up.” Jimin teased as he elbowed Tae in the sides. 

“Tae…” Jimin said slowly. The sudden change in his friend’s demeanor had Taehyung quickly setting down his controller and turning his full attention to Jimin. Worry plastered if every crevice of his face.

“Tae, I fucked up.” Jimin wailed as he threw his head in his hands, propped up on his knees by his elbows.

Taehyung placed a comforting hand on Jimin’s back. Jimin sobbed into his hands; feeling so vulnerable in front of his best friend. He didn’t want to do this, he didn’t want to show how he was feeling. He  wanted to always show that he was strong and that he could handle the world by himself. 

“It’s okay, Jimin. It’s okay.” Tae said softly as he rubbed circles into his friends back. “Whatever happened, I’m sure it can be fixed. I’m assuming this is about Y/N, right?”

Jimin nodded, cringing at the mention of your name. Not sparing his friend a glance in his direction, afraid of how he looked. 

Taehyung patiently waited for Jimin to continue. Jimin sighed and launched into the story of what had caused his world to crumble at his feet. 

“..I mean…I can’t blame the company, I guess. They’re doing what is right for them. How could they have known it would cause all this??” Jimin confessed.  “I should have stood up for myself….I should have stood up for Y/N….Instead I rolled over like a dog and took whatever they handed my way.”

Jimin was beating himself up pretty badly as he told Taehyung his story. He had curled himself into a ball on the opposite side of the couch by the time he was done. 

“Wow…” Was all Taehyung could get out at the end of everything. “Well I guess you couldn’t have known she would see it…” Taehyung tried. “No, that’s an impossible thought. Of course she would have seen it. Of course she would have jumped to the exact conclusion she did, why wouldn’t she have?” Tae was trying to form the words that would make Jimin feel better, but so far he was doing the exact opposite. 

“I’m going to see her.” Jimin said, interrupting Tae’s rambling. Taehyung’s eyes widened at the confession. “W-What? When? How?!” Taehyung yelled at his jumped to his feet.

Jimin shrugged. “I have the money, we don’t have another schedule for a week. She told me where she lived some time last year…” He sighed and looked at the ground. “All I have to worry about is her listening to me…”

Taehyung nodded. “Don’t worry about it, man. I will cover for you at practice. Go get her.” He said as he flashed Jimin his famous boxy grin.

“Thank you.” Jimin responded and wrapped his arms around Tae’s neck, giving him a tight hug before retreating into his room.

Jimin pulled the covers up to his chest as he sank into his mattress. This is going to be a long night. He thought as he ran through every possible scenario of what tomorrow would bring.

Jimin woke up to his blaring alarm clock that signaled he needed to begin the most grueling trip of his lifetime. He pulled himself out of bed and tugged the outfit he had laid out the night before over his frame.

A black t-shirt, leather jacket, black jeans, and boots. All black… He thought Great choice for the funeral of my relationship… he half heartedly joked to himself.

He pulled the straps of his backpack over his shoulders as he quietly made his way out the front door of his dorm. Once he safely wouldn’t wake up Taehyung’s sleeping form on the couch, he pulled out his phone to call a taxi.

He waited on a bench outside their dorms for the taxi to arrive. The rays of the morning sun hadn’t even began to peak past the horizon. Jimin tried to remember the last time he was up this early. He was mindlessly kicking a rock between his boots when the taxi pulled up.

After giving the driver his destination, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up skype. He hoped that if you hadn’t answered him, at the very least you would be online. Jimin sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket when neither one was true. 

The taxi pulled up to the departures level of the airport. Jimin paid the driver before grabbing his belongings and making his way to the glass doors. 

Once he checked in, went through the line for his ticket and bag check, he made his way to his gate. He sat down and rested his head against the chair, closing his eyes and trying to relax a little before the plane arrived. 

It had only seemed like Jimin closed his eyes 5 minutes ago before a tiny voice was jolting him from his sleep.

“Hey…” The little girl poked him on the arm “Hey mister! The plane is here!” She said excitedly as she stood on the tips of her toes and pointed to the awaiting plane outside of the windows. Jimin gave her a huge grin and thanked her for letting him know before her parents were whisking her away to take their place in line. 

Jimin boarded the plane and found his seat with no issues. He was thankfully alone in his row, and was able to spread out to get some much needed sleep.

Jimin was awakened by the flight attendant 5 hours later offering him some food, or something to drink. He didn’t realize how hungry he was until he felt his stomach turn at the mention of food. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes after placing his order and looked out the window. The sun illuminated the remaining clouds, and below them he could see the ocean. Stretching far beyond the horizon. 

The rest of the flight was easy. He switched from sleeping, to watching movies and playing games on his phone. The pilot announced for the passengers to buckle their seat belts and prepare for landing. Jimin broke out in cold sweats as he did what the pilot asked. He gnawed on his lip and tried to keep himself distracted from the fact that he would be standing on your doorstep in no less than an hour.

Once Jimin got off of the plane he ran to the exit as fast as his feet would carry him. He waved down a taxi and handed the driver your address. His hands were shaking, his feet unable to stop the tapping they were doing on the floor of the car as he watched your city fly by him. The thunder boomed outside and he jumped at the sound. Calm down…It’s okay….calm down…. Jimin repeated over and over to himself. 

“This is as far as I can take you if you don’t know the code to the gate…” The driver called over his shoulder. “I’d hate to just drop you off in the rain like this, but there is not much else I can do.”

“That is okay. Thank you, sir.” Jimin nodded at him as he placed the money for the fare in the driver’s palm. 

“Have a good night!” The driver called as Jimin shut the door behind him.

He clutched his bag in his arms, trying to protect his belongings from the falling rain. He opened the gate that led into your apartment complex and began looking at numbers on the doors. Hoping yours wasn’t far from the entrance. Once he realized he was heading in the right direction he began looking at the place you lived. He smiled as he realized it was perfect for you. There were trees covering the entire complex, it was quiet and pretty. 

He turned a corner and realized he was face to face with your door. His breath hitched in his throat as he raised his knuckles to lightly wrap on your door. When you didn’t respond, he tried again. What if she knows it’s me and is choosing to ignore me?? He was panicking at this point. He knocked again.

His heart nearly stopped beating as he heard you shuffle from behind your apartment door. He looked down at his backpack trying to calm himself when he heard the door swing open. He looked up at your through widened eyes and noticed you had a sort of confused expression on your face. Your hair was a mess, you looked like you hadn’t eaten or slept much in the past couple days. Jimin couldn’t help the tears that welled up in his eyes at the thought that the reason for you falling like this was him. 

He looked at you in the eyes and that is when he noticed a look of realization come across your features. Your eyes grew wide, and your mouth hung open. He prepared himself for the worst. For the onslaught of you yelling anything you wanted at him, but instead all he heard was his name. 

You couldn’t believe he was there, he was actually standing outside your apartment. You were staring at him with your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. 

“I was serious about you not contacting me…” You said firmly once you got your wits about you. He looked up at you right as you shut the door in his face. 

You placed your back on the door and moved down to sit on the floor. You placed your head on your knees. Unable to stop the tears that were streaming down your cheeks, or the sobs that broke through your chest. 

Jimin placed his head on the head on the door. Listening to your sobs. He wanted so badly to pull you into his chest. To make everything right. He didn’t want to be the reason that you were feeling this way. It felt like his heart was being wrenched from his chest. 

“Y/N…Y/N please.” Jimin sounded so desperate. “Please listen to me. Talk to me. I’m begging you.”

“Give me a reason why I should.” You snapped at him.

“Because I didn’t do what you think I did!” Jimin yelled. “I didn’t come all the way to you to lie to you Y/N!”

“Please, just let me in.”  He asked again. “Plus….I’m cold.” 

You sighed as you pulled yourself off the floor. You opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. 

“Thank you.” He whispered as he stepped over the threshold of  your apartment.

You both awkwardly stood in your entryway. Neither of you knowing what to say, or what to do. “Do…do you want me to take your bag?” You broke the suffocating silence first. 

“Sure.” He said as he slumped his bag off of his shoulders. “Where should I put it?”

“Uh. In my room I guess…” You said as you sniffled and moved towards your bedroom. 

As Jimin followed you to your room he noticed your untouched laptop sitting on the desk. He immediately recognized the wall behind it.

You sat down on your bed as you watched Jimin set his bag next to your dresser. “I’ll leave you alone so you can change your clothes…or whatever….” You stood up and moved to walk out of your bedroom. Jimin caught you by your elbow. His touch felt like lightning on your skin. Your breath hitched in your throat; you didn’t dare turn towards Jimin afraid of what he might say, or do.

“I only want to make things right right now. I will stay in these sopping wet clothes until you hear me out.” Jimin said after taking a deep breath through his nose. “So sit down and listen to me, because I am really uncomfortable….please.” He chuckled.

You nodded and turned around to sit back down on you bed. Jimin took your hands in his as he knelt down on the floor in front of you. 

“Please believe me when I say that I didn’t want to hurt you.” He looked up into your eyes. “It…it was my company. They had me meet with Rose as a publicity stunt.”

Jimin told you the whole story; from the moment his company told him of their plans, to the moment he ended up on your doorstep. He looked so sincere, you believed every word he said. You didn’t know if that was a stupid move or not. 

“So…that’s it.” Jimin said as he looked from your hands in your lap to your face. You felt tears spilling over onto your cheeks. “Hey….” Jimin said softly as he brought his hand up to your cheek; wiping your tears away as more took their place. 

You leaned your head into his palm as you tried to breath and keep yourself from sobbing right then and there. 

“I just…I read the headline and saw the picture. It all looked so real. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe you. I wanted it so badly not to be true.” You mumbled. “I haven’t even opened my laptop because I was scared of what you would say. I’m so sorry, I jumped to conclusions and I know that was stupid. I’m sorry, Jimin. I really am”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Jimin said softly. “I would have thought the same thing, and reacted the same way if I were you if I am being honest with myself. I can promise you, you are the only one I want. I was so upset and I didn’t even have the guts to do anything about it. But what could I do?” He sighed and pulled his hand away from your face, rising to his feet. 

You tried to calm yourself and stop your tears from spilling over. The mattress sank under Jimin’s weight next to you. He pulled his boots off and walked to the living room to place them near the door. 

“I can go to a hotel now that I’ve seemingly made things right. I just need directions.” He shrugged. “Or…If it’s alright with you, I can sleep on the couch.”

Jimin peered at you through his drying bangs as you shuffled from foot to foot. You crossed your living room in a couple steps and threw yourself into in his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he quickly wound his around your lower back. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and you stood there wrapped in each other’s arms for what felt like hours.  

“You can sleep in my bed…uh. If you want. I will take the couch. You’ve been traveling all day. I’m sure you’re tired.” You said into his chest. He just chuckled in response. You looked up at him to ask what he thought was so funny, but were stopped dead in your tracks at the serious look on his face. 

His iris’ were blown out and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth as he looked down at you. 

“Is that okay?” You asked. He only nodded in response.

“O-okay. You should change then. You’ll get sick..” You began to pull away from him, but his arms tightened around your waist. You placed your hands on his chest and looked back up into his eyes. 

He leaned down and placed his lips on yours. Lightly at first, but he deepened the kiss once he felt you reciprocating the kiss. You groaned into his lips as you felt you were melting, and the world around you disappeared. You were sure if it weren’t for his arms tightly wound around your waist you would have fell into a pool on the ground. 

You moved your hands over his chest to pull off his jacket. He let go of you long enough to chuck his jacket onto the ground. He placed his hands on both of your hips and spun you around to place your back on your apartment door as he hovered over you. He was breathing hard as he looked at you through hooded lids. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He breathed. He was so close that you felt his breath fan across your face. You gave him a crooked smile before wrapping your hands in his shirt pulling him into you, crashing your lips back onto his. 

He look your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a light bite as he moved his attention to your neck. You lulled your head to the side, giving him better access to your neck. Heat surged down your stomach and stopped at your core. You moaned as he bit down, swiping his tongue as if to sooth the light sting he left behind. You felt him smile against you as you let him know you loved what he was doing. 

His hands began working at the tie of your robe and he made his way to the other side of your neck, making sure to leave marks for others to know he was there. You shrugged your robe off your shoulders leaving you in your thin, silk tank top and shorts. 

“Holy shit.” Jimin panted. He reconnected his lips with yours and swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for permission to entangle the muscle with yours. He had his body pressed against yours at every point he could. His hands began roaming underneath your shirt. Everywhere his fingertips touched left sparks in their wake. You’ve only been dreaming about having him this close to you, and now that it was actually happening you couldn’t control the way your body was reacting to him.  

His hands moved down to cup your ass, pulling you away from your place on the door. He gave the back of your thighs a light tap, signalling for you to wrap your legs around his waist. He easily scooped you up and shoved you back into the door. You could feel his length against your core, which was burning with need by this point.  

“J-Jimin” You moaned against his lips. 

“Yes, doll?” He asked as he began rolling his hips into yours. You have never been so thankful in your life that he was professionally trained how to move those sinful hips of his.

You kicked your head back and groaned. He chuckled as he used the opportunity to reconnect his mouth to your neck. He continued to rut his hips against yours, squeezing your cheeks in the process. 

“Bed, Jimin. Go into the room…Please” You managed to get out. He looked into your eyes and smiled “Yes Ma’am.” He spun around with you in his arms and made his way towards your room. 

His forehead was pressed against yours as he whispered sweet nothings to you on his way there. “God you are so beautiful.” He whispered. “How did I get so lucky.” You smiled at him and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

He tossed you onto your bed, you giggled as your head hit your pillows and you tugged at the bottom of your shirt. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him in the most sensual way you could.

“Fuck…don’t look at me like that.” He huffed as he pulled apart your knees, and placed himself between them. “Do you realize what you’re doing to me?” He asked as he placed kisses along your collarbone.

“The real question is….do I really want to stop?” He giggled the sweetest giggle you had ever heard leave his mouth, it completely did not fit the situation that was currently taking place. “I hope not.” He responded. 

 He hooked him thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and wiggled his eyebrows at you. You lifted your hips giving his permission to continue. He pulled off your shorts and underwear in one fail swoop. 

He tossed the material over his shoulder and placed himself back in between your thighs. He sank down onto his stomach, and hooked your knees over his shoulders. He began at your knees and kissed his way down your thighs, alternating between both of your legs. You let out the breath that you didn’t know you had been holding in when you felt him blow along your throbbing core. 

“Ugh…Jiminnn…” You groaned. “Mhmmmmm, how may I help you?” He asked, biting hard on your inner thigh. You yelped and he used the opportunity to lick a long stripe along your slit. You arched your back and moaned loudly, turning your head to the side, and burying your head in the pillows. 

“Na uh uh…” Jimin tisked. “Let me hear those pretty moans of yours, or I will stop…” He warned. 

“No no no..Keep going, please.” You begged. 

“Well since you asked so nicely…” He snickered. He began attacking your clit with his tongue. Using the tip of his tongue to flick back and forth. You grabbed onto his hair, trying to pull him closer to you. 

He delved his tongue into your entrance and you moaned louder than you ever have before. You felt a familiar tightening in your core; you thought you were so close to cumming embarrassingly fast but Jimin’s ministrations felt too crazy good for you to care. 

“Jimin…I’m…I’m gonna…” You stuttered. Your heavy breathing making it hard to complete your sentence. Jimin moved back to your clit as he stuck one finger into your core and began pumping it in and out. Your juices spilling out of you the more he moved his finger. 

“You think you can handle two, baby?” He asked. You nodded, unable to catch your breath to answer him properly. “That’s my girl.” He smiled as he entered a second finger and curled them both upwards, rubbing them against your g-spot with every move.

You lifted your hips up off the bed at the incredible feeling he was giving you. His other arm wrapped around your middle, pinning you to the bed to keep from wiggling away from him. 

“Are you gonna cum for me? Huh?” He asked with a sinister look in his eye as he moved in and out of you with unbelievable speed. You nodded, your eyes closing and opening. “I need to hear you, answer me and I will let you finish.”

When did he become this controlling, dominant person? It was a complete 180 from the Jimin you were used to. You didn’t care, because it was turning you on more than you thought it would.

“Yes, oh my god yes.” You moaned and that was all Jimin needed to hear to bring you to the edge. He returned his mouth to your clit and you thrashed under him as you felt the chord in your lower half snap. You grabbed fist fulls of Jimin’s hair as your walls tightened around his fingers. You tried to pull away once the stimulation became too much to bare. You were a whining mess when he moved up to meet your face, your juicing glimmering off his chin.

“Good?” He asked, smiling at you. “Great.” You breathlessly responded, moving his hair off of his forehead. He began kissing you, more gentle than before. “Sit up for me.” He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and lifted it over your head once you did as he asked. “So beautiful.” He said as he marveled at your naked form. You suddenly felt too exposed in front of him, as he was still fully clothed.

“Now it’s your turn.” You said as you got up on your knees and pulled his shirt off of him. You gasped as his abs and chest were revealed, rubbing your hands along his torso until you reached the back of his neck. You pulled him into a deep and needy kiss as you palmed his hardened cock through his jeans. 

He gasped at your touch as he rutted his hips into your hand. “Fuck this.” He said as he threw himself off the bed. You were momentarily surprised, thinking he was directing his comment towards you. That is until you saw him practically ripping his jeans and boxers off of himself and bolting back onto the bed. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” He demanded. You quickly did as he asked, the same burning heat returning to your core as you waiting for him to enter  you. He placed his knees on the inside of yours and began squeezing your cheeks in his palms. You moaned as he brought down one of his hands in a loud smack against one of them. He lightly rubbed the area as he did the same thing to the other side. He grabbed his length and pumped it a few times before rubbing the tip against your slit, covering it in your juices.. 

“So wet and dripping for me…” He huffed as he positioned himself at your entrance. “Fuck me already!” You groaned as he teased you by stilling himself at your entrance, rubbing his hands along your thighs. “Quit being a fucking tease!”

“Oh yeah? You think you’re a big girl now?” He asked as he thrust himself into you all the way to the hilt. You moaned loudly as the feeling of him filling you up wracked your body. He pushed your shoulders into the bed as he pinned your arms behind your back by your wrists, using your arms as his leverage to begin thrusting in and out of you with such force you were sure your neighbors could hear your headboard knocking into the wall. 

“J-Jimin…ohh god….my neighbors…” You whined.

He pulled you up into his chest by your shoulders and wrapped a hand lightly around your neck. “Fuck them. I want them to hear how good of a girl you are being.” He growled into your ear, biting down onto your shoulder. “I want them to know how good you take my cock, how good I am making you feel.” You lulled your head onto his shoulder at his words. His grip around your neck tightened, the lack of oxygen making you see stars. This new angle gave him the access to reach places inside you he couldn’t before, and it felt oh so good. You felt your next high quickly approaching, and Jimin knew it as he could feel your walls already tightening around him. 

Jimin let go of your neck and you took in a sharp breath. He moved his hand to your clit and began rubbing figure eights along the bundle of nerves. Your second high reached you soon after as you began twitching and groaning under his touch. “Shhh. That’s it.” He coaxed you down as he carefully laid you back down onto the mattress. “Turn over baby girl. ” He asked as he pulled out of you.

You rolled over, your tired body struggling to do as he requested. He reentered your heat with a grunt as he placed both hands on either one of your hips. He began thrusting into you with relentless speed, chasing his own high. You dug your nails into his forearms as he grunted above you. “I want you to finish inside me. I know you can do it.” You encouraged him, as you brushed the stray hairs away from his face. He licked his lips as he focused on the way you felt around him. Your encouragement was all he needed to come undone. His hips stuttered as he released into you. He collapsed on top of you as he tried to calm his breathing. You rubbed your hands through his hair, telling him how good he did and how he made you feel. 

He pulled out of you and pushed himself off the bed and headed to your bathroom. You heard him opening and closing the cabinets of your bathroom, looking for a towel. Once he found what he was looking for, he ran the towel under the water and returned to you on the bed. 

“Let me clean you up.” He said as you moved to let him wipe the mixture of your juices off of your legs and middle. He cleaned himself off when he was done with you, and moved to lay down on the bed next to you. He pulled you into his chest. You intertwined your legs with his, and pulled the covers over your tired bodies. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Jimin confessed as he pressed his lips to the back of your head. “I love you too, Jimin. So very much.” 

You felt yourself being pulled into the most restful sleep you had had in days, but the last thing Jimin said to you would throw a wrench in your entire life.

“Y/N…I am so serious about our relationship. I would do anything to keep it alive. I love you so much it hurts, and these last couple days without you have been complete hell.” He said as you turned to look into his eyes.

“I know Jimin. You don’t need to convince me. I believe everything you have told me.” You replied, trying to put all his worries to rest.

“Move to Korea…Live with me….” 

[artificialqueens]

A Head, A Heart, & A Movie {Biadore} Chapter 1 -C*NT

A/N: I want to apologize to all of the mobile readers because this is a 7.5k monstrosity. But on the other hand, I know you guys love the long chapters so I hope you all like this! Sorry it’s been so long since I updated last, I’ve had a battle with writers block and it was winning for quite some time. For those who are just tuning in, this is the sequel story to A Head, A Heart, & A Crown, so it’s set in the same universe. Of course, this AU is about Bianca and Adore begining to film Hurricane Bianca 2, but there is going to be a more established side of Witney for this one(is it really one of my fics if there isnt a side of Witney?) as well. TW for alcohol, a panic attack and weed. And as always, a tad bit of angst. Enjoy!! 💕 PS: If I ever write a short A/N, something is seriously wrong lol.

After an unfortunate flight delay from New York, one lost bag, and an incredibly sleepless night, they had finally made it to Austin, Texas for Hurricane Bianca 2.

It was already a warm day for January, 70 degrees at 9 am. It wasn’t an unusual weather pattern for the south, but it was quite a jump from the 40 degree chill that New York City was currently experiencing. Adore began to feel sticky in the humidity the minute she stepped out of the car as Bianca’s fitted blazer clung to her arms uncomfortably.

Bianca had been smarter: she checked the weather, and had made sure to wear a knee length sundress and lightweight cardigan. Unfortunately, Adore’s role required a more business like approach, so she had no choice but to wear thicker garments. B had given her the thinnest blazer she could find as an effort to help combat the bipolar weather of the south, and hoped Adore wouldn’t drench it in sweat. Especially since they were filming in HD.

They had managed to rent out an adult continuing education school for a couple of days to film some of the classroom scenes, which was way more realistic than doing it in front of a green screen on a Hollywood set. It felt more authentic to Bianca, thus making it easier to get into character

“How are you feeling?” Bianca asked, peering at Adore curiously through her heavily lashed eyelids.

They stepped through the maroon double doors of the school, feeling instant relief as the air conditioner hit their skin. For being an adult school, Bianca was surprised at how well kept it was. It was huge, first of all. There was a large stadium in the back, and the hallways were long and wide. She smirked to herself and thought, that’s what she said. It really was the perfect place for the movie.

Today was their first day on set of Hurricane Bianca 2, and Miss Del Rio would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous about it. She knew Adore had a little bit of acting experience, but never performed in an actual movie setting before other than on drag race. Which she was fabulous on.

Well, in the last acting challenge of the season anyway.

“I’m great!” Adore bubbled nervously, twirling a piece of blonde hair around her finger.

Adore definitely wasn’t great. Her wig was sticking to her forehead from the humidity, her palms were clammy from nerves, and she had only gotten 2 hours of sleep last night. She had spent the better part of yesterday going over lines on the plane, trying her hardest to drill them into her head. This wasn’t drag race, she couldn’t charm her way through the movie if she didn’t know her lines. She was already feeling like a catastrophe and she hadn’t even uttered her first line.

“You’re doing it again.” Bianca warned, eyeing Adore closely. She had been running her hands through her hair all morning long, which B learned a long time ago was a nervous habit of hers. When she was anxious, Adore was more susceptible to crumbling under the slightest bit of pressure, even if she knew what she was doing. She was easy to psych herself out, which B didn’t understand because she was so talented. She just needed the confidence to go behind it. B was worried about her performance later today, to say the very least.

“Ugh, you know my every weakness!” Adore exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. The last thing she wanted was for Bianca to worry about her today.

Twirling her hair around her fingers was one of many signature nervous habits.

And Adore was incredibly nervous.

This was her first major role on screen since drag race, and it was in Bianca’s movie. She knew she couldn’t possibly afford to fuck it up, and was well aware that she’d be compared to Bianca every second she was on set.

Bianca would work on something until she got the job done, no matter how long that took. Adore on the other hand, could only do so much before she began to fade or lose passion. Whenever she lost passion, she lost interest because she found no point in continuing if she wasn’t giving it her all. She was the type of person that needed to step away from a project and come back to it later.

Their work ethics were quite different, but what worked for Bianca was too intense for Adore, and vice versa. Adore was scheduled on a really intense filming schedule, since she had such a big role - she had been cast as Miss Del Rio’s student teacher who was in almost all of the scenes. She knew it was going to be really challenging for her, but for the time being, Adore didn’t have much of a choice. She would have to do her best to work through the long hours and the many lines of script. All while impressing her peers, and not pissing off Bianca herself.

“You got this, it’ll be okay.” Bianca encouraged warmly, noticing the unusual quiet atmosphere between the two of them. Their heels were clicking together in unison as they walked down the school hallways. Adore found comfort in their walk together, and smiled to herself as she looked down at their coordinated heels: both were wearing modest looking black pumps. The matching shoes had been Adore’s idea, and she didn’t expect B to agree to it - though she was thrilled when she did.

Adore nodded silently as they made their way towards the classroom. It was weird seeing so many cameras inside of a school. Camera men were everywhere, rushing back and forth to get supplies and other equipment ready for the first scene.

They came to a hault in front of the burgundy classroom door, both of them staring nervously at the bright gold star stuck to the center of it that was labeled “Room 5, Miss Del Rio’s Room.” This was it. The begining to their very crazy first day of filming.

Adore reached for the door handle but was stopped abruptly.

“Hey, hang on a second.” Bianca murmured, gently grabbing Adore’s hand.

“What is it?” Adore asked confused. She knew she had been very quiet, but that was mostly because she was running through her lines in her head over and over again. She was just trying to get the right characterization down, which was proving to be more challenging than what she realized.

“Listen, you’re going to be great.” Bianca soothed, stroking Adore’s cheek gently. She swore she melted underneath her warm hands every time. She smiled as Bianca cupped her cheek and pecked it softly. “Please don’t worry. It’s okay to mess up. Nobody is perfect. You should’ve seen me on the set of the first movie, I didn’t know shit!”

Adore smiled at Bianca’s valiant efforts at comforting her in her time of need. She couldn’t imagine Bianca ever truly fucking up at anything, especially since she was such a seasoned performer. In her mind, it was completely unrealistic to even imagine such a thing. But what Bianca was trying to tell her was exactly what she needed to hear, despite it not really breaking down the voice inside her head telling her otherwise.

“Thanks B.” Adore smiled weakly, putting on her best game face.

As soon as they opened the door to the room, they were swarmed by a whirlwind of crew members. People were speaking into walkie talkies, taking notes, and re-arranging cast members. Bianca was immediately surrounded by a swarm of people asking her questions, powdering her face and meticulously checking every single angle of her outfit.

There were already extras waiting on set, sitting down neatly at the schoolroom desks and off to the side of the classroom. The front of the room had a blackboard, podium and teachers desk. It looked just like any real classroom would look.

When the crew was satisfied with Bianca’s appearance, they moved quickly over to Adore. One woman blotted her nose and forehead, while another person removed the lipstick print from her cheek swiftly with a makeup wipe. Bianca had left it no earlier then 2 minutes ago, and just like that it was gone. She was stunned, the crew had combs, wipes, makeup brushes all within reach. Her long blonde waves were combed out a little more by a shy looking intern. When she was satisfied with the way that it looked, she sprayed her vigorously with a can of hairspray. A cloud of product surrounded her, and Adore swore they used at least half of the bottle on her.

“Jeez get the hair, not the actress!” A nearby camera man howled as he saw Adore squint her eyes shut.

“You’re unlockable. It’s not fair.” The intern, who Adore learned was named Mary, muttered. Adore chuckled and thanked her, mentally noting that she already liked the girl.

“Places everyone! Let’s start with Miss Del Rio.” Matt called. The crew shuffled Adore out of the camera’s view and off to the side.

Bianca cleared her throat nervously and looked directly into the camera. She had done this a million times over, but yet felt a little anxious with Adore watching her on the side of the room. She didn’t want to let her down, or make her feel like she had lost her spark.

She smoothed down her white cardigan, and straightened out her paisley print dress. They had gotten a few of the student actors back from the last movie, including her favorite student “Bathmat.” She smirked at her as she spotted her near the back wall of the classroom. The whole bathmat bit from the first movie had been improv on her part, probably her most favorite improvisation she had ever done.

Action!” Matt shouted.

“Guess who’s back? That’s right children, I’m here to actually teach you something this year.” She smiled for the camera and paused dramatically. She slammed her fist down on her podium, startling the students. “You. Yeah, I’m talking to you Bathmat!” Bianca yelled, going deeper into her dialogue as she continued to pick on the girl.

Adore watched in wonder as she breezed through her lines. It was like Bianca had a switch that she would turn on everytime she got in front of a camera. She would go from a normal human being to Bianca Del Rio, one of the only queens that could read you to filth within seconds of meeting you. It was amazing to watch.

“I hate her.”

Adore turned around and noticed Willam had arrived to the set. A day early, Adore realized grimly.

“Why?” Adore asked, making sure she didn’t seem too uninterested in the conversation. She really couldn’t care less about who he hated, but Willam and his antics truly scared her. He was so honest, and always made her feel incredibly stupid whenever they got into debates about current events. She would rather be short with him then spend all of her free time arguing.

“She’s a natural actor, and it’s not fair. I saw her shoot pretty much half of the first movie in just one take. Do you know how fucking rare that is?” Willam hissed into Adore’s ear, trying to talk low so the camera’s wouldn’t pick up the sound.

“You’re telling me.” Adore muttered, now even more nervous than before. Bianca had conveniently failed to mention that part earlier. She had made it seem like she had fucked up a ton when they were talking about the first one on the plane. But seeing that she was clearly over exaggerating to make her feel better, just made her feel even more nervous. She was going to look like a moron if she messed up.

“And cut! Fantastic. Let’s clear the set and prep for Miss Delano’s debut!”

“Fuck me gently!” Adore groaned, but soft enough so only Willam heard. She didn’t wanna seem ungrateful for the opportunity because this whole experience was a huge deal. But at the same time she was terrified.

“Are you nervous?” Willam asked bewildered.

“Of course I am. This is Bianca’s fucking movie.” Adore exclaimed.

“Bitch we were all nervous. We all thought she was gonna kill us every time we fucked up. Every time we’d fuck up, she would give us the worst look ever. I mean, seriously if looks could kill: we all would have died. Then, whenever we were done filming for the day she’d read us all to filth afterwards. But since it’s you, she’ll probably just shove her dick down your throat a few more times than normal and call it a punishment.” Willam shrugged.

Great, like that was going to make her feel better.

Adore heard a loud roar of laughter, and realized that Bianca must have heard the tail end of their conversation. She smirked as she heard B’s signature laugh ring throughout the set, making her chuckle along with her.

“I’m going to shove my foot up your ass if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Bianca exclaimed in between cackles.

“The old man has supersonic hearing.” Willam said annoyed.

“Yeah and you have a thing for imported skinny blonde twinks. Your point?” Bianca cocked her head, grinning at Willam knowingly.

Adore grinned amused at her other half. Bianca winked at her before she turned her attention to one of the crewmembers.

Bianca was talking about Courtney of course. Willam and Courtney had this weird on again, off again fling going on. Sometimes they’d be together, sometimes they wouldn’t. Adore had learned to stop asking about it after awhile, but she knew they made each other happy and they would always made it work when they wanted it to. But when they were on good terms, they also kept their relationship under wraps; probably because they couldn’t stay serious.

However, for the time being they had had some sort of falling out again- usually it was because Willam was a bit of a whore, but Adore was never sure.

Flustered from Bianca’s comment, and now beet red, Willam excused himself to get a glass of water.

“Okay Adore, you’re up.” Matt, the director called.

Adore gulped, feeling the butterflies in her stomach resurface as she was escorted to the front of the classroom. She was suddenly feeling really hot again.

“Okay Adore, do you remember your lines?” Mary asked.

“Yeah totes. I got this!” Adore exclaimed.

“Great! So I’ll count it down then.” Matt said.

Bianca shared a look with her, trying to read her emotions to see if she really ‘had it’. Oddly enough, she couldn’t really tell how she was feeling. Adore looked at peace, despite being a nervous wreck earlier.

“3, 2, 1 and action!”

“Hi, Miss Del Rio?” Adore entered the room, doing her best to look intimidated.

Bianca’s lips twitched up ever so slightly. Adore was starting out strong, already fitting the part as the incredibly hot student teacher. It reminded her of the beginning of a cheesy porno, where the hot girl teases the teacher and acts innocently before they fucked. Before Bianca lost it and ruined the scene for the both of them, she did her best to correct herself, making sure that she was giving Adore the meanest mug of her life.

“Who the fuck are you?” Bianca snapped, making sure to scan Adore’s outfit with disgust. Adore was dressed very much out of character, in a small knee length plaid pencil skirt and black blazer. She was holding a binder and a clipboard as well, and had a small black satchel wrapped around her body.

“I’m your new student teacher!” Adore exclaimed excitedly.

“You must have the wrong classroom sweetie. I don’t do student teachers.” Bianca sneered putting air quotes around student teachers.

“Well…” Adore trailed off.

Fuck. Her line. What was her next line?

There was an awkward pause. Bianca froze as she began to see Adore’s mask come off. She looked petrified. She had forgotton her line.

Ugh, she had told her she needed to go over her lines more.

“Line?” Adore asked meekly.

“Cut!” Matt called. “Can we get Adore her line?”

“ ‘Well, you don’t have to do me Miss Del Rio, but you can give me a task to help the students with.’”Mary read from the script.

“Oh okay!” Adore said, running the lines through her head a couple more times.

Bianca waited patiently as Adore mouthed the lines quickly over and over again.

“It’s okay Adore. You’re doing good so far.” Bianca encouraged.

“I’m ready.” Adore announced.

“Great.” Matt said monotonically. “Action.”

“Well, you don’t have to do me Miss Del Rio, but you can at least give me a task to help the students with.” Adore snapped back bitchily.

Just a minor setback: you got this, Adore thought.

“Miss Delano was it?” Bianca asked sweetly, stepping towards her. Her heels clicked ominously against the tile as she approached the young girl. She stopped, standing only inches away from her. She glared at her through her heavily lined eyes, making sure she had her attention.

“Y-yes.” Adore stammered.

“First of all, your skirt doesn’t match your outfit. Secondly, this is my classroom which means it’s my rules. If you want any chance at doing anything successfully as a teacher, you will listen to me. Understood?” Bianca spat, lips only inches away from hers now. She did her best to glare deeply into the younger queen’s eyes, resisting the urge to kiss her plump, pink lips.

Adore was so shocked by how well Bianca just acted that she erupted into nervous laughter. First it started out as a giggle, then it turned into a long roar. The laugh went on for a few minutes, varying from cackling to pure hysteria.

The room was silent as Adore laughed loudly to herself. If you dropped a pin on the floor, you would probably be able to hear it from the parking lot.

Bianca froze, her heart pounding nervously as she scanned the room. The classroom shared the same look of confusion and being absolutely mortified at the same time. She was afraid to even look at Matt, hoping that he wouldn’t be getting too frustrated with Adore. This was only the second time she had messed up, but she had already been somewhat unprofessional on set.

Bianca didn’t know what had come over her, maybe it was the nerves; but she could not stop laughing for whatever reason. She began fidgeting nervously with her rings, twisting and turning as she pretended to disappear. She sent up a silent prayer, hoping Matt wouldn’t yell at Adore.

Get it together Adore, Adore thought to herself.

Adore was trying her hardest to hold it together and calm down, and finally got herself down to a giggle when she looked around the room.

Matt, the director, didn’t look the slightest bit amused. The crew was silent, they all looked incredibly uncomfortable - some even looked afraid by the sudden outburst.

Then she looked up at Bianca, who looked horrified. Adore felt her heart stop as she saw how grim Bianca looked. Her lips were pursed tightly together as she had her arms crossed in front of her.

Fuck.

She was fucking up her movie.

Everything that Adore had reassured Bianca wouldn’t happen, was happening, She wanted to he professional for her, and make the role work for her. She wished she could just erase what had happened just now, but alas it happened. Now Bianca probably thought she didn’t know what the fuck she was doing, and most likely had zero confidence in her ability to act professional.

She didn’t want to look like a failure to her.

She felt her chest tightening and tears start to sting her eyes as they threatened to come out. Her heart ached, she felt like shit.

She was humiliated.

She felt like she was going to have a panic attack.

Everyone in the room was staring at her, waiting for her to explain herself.

Adore felt her chest tightening as she tried to figure out what to say. She was finding it harder to breathe in the tense atmosphere. She saw two makeup artists share a look and Adore realized something. They were all thinking that the rumors that they had heard about her were true. That she was lazy, unprepared, and unprofessional. It was written all over their faces.

“I, um. I need a minute.” Adore gasped, turning away from Bianca and running out of the room.

Bianca looked after her with wide eyes as the door slammed shut behind her. What the fuck just happened?

“It’s a good thing she’s charismatic.” Willam mumbled, leaning against the far wall of the classroom. He was happy he wasn’t the center of attention for the time being.

“Shut the fuck up Willam.” Bianca snapped irritated. His commentary was underappreciated, and Bianca was one snarky comment away from punching him in the face.

“Can you go and talk to her? We’re on a pretty tight schedule.” Matt asked annoyed, examining his clipboard.

“Certainly. I sincerely apologize.” Bianca said, rushing out of the classroom.

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Adore was standing in the unisex bathroom, trying to get her breathing under control,

She had to go back in there.

Why was she like this?

She looked at herself in the mirror as she wondered.

What made her act like this?

She sighed as she turned on the water faucet, splashing water on her cheeks where the mascara had run. She had been crying from the second she ran out of the room and hadn’t stopped. Her eyes stung from the mascara irritating her tear ducts.

“Why can’t I be more like her?” Adore asked herself, thinking about Bianca and her strong work ethic. Why couldn’t she be mature enough to handle a serious gig? She sighed to herself, feeling a breakdown coming as she dried her hands with a papertowel.

“You can.”

Adore jumped at the unexpected voice. Startled, she turned around and saw Bianca staring at her sadly.

“When did you get here?” Adore frowned, even more embarrassed now than before.

“About a minute ago.” Bianca answered, as she leaned against one of the bathroom stalls. “Nice to know these are just as disgusting as how I remembered them.”

Adore giggled softly, but then stopped when she looked in the mirror at her. Bianca looked visibly upset. It wasnt often B let her guard down enough for you to actually read her real emotions, but she could tell she was disappointed in her.

“Look, B I’m really sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You were just so impressive, and I knew you were amazing but I guess I never realized how incredible of an actor you really are. When we were doing that scene, you just blew me away and I guess I just didn’t know how else to react.” Adore confessed.

“Adore, this is a serious job. This isn’t a gig at a club or a concert.” Bianca started. “I didn’t expect you to memorize all of your lines, but I did expect you to act professional.”

“You’re saying a concert isn’t a serious job?” Adore raised her voice annoyed, bypassing the second half of what Bianca had said to her. What, so now her work wasn’t valid?

Bianca had instantly regretted her words the minute they left her lips. She sighed frustrated.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Bianca groaned.

“Do you realize I perform live in front of an audience of at least a couple thousand people now? I have to train my voice vigorously and follow a strict diet. I have to eat foods that nourish my vocal chords at least once a day, otherwise my performance is altered. I practice singing every single day. Somedays I can hardly even speak, you of all people should know that.” Adore snapped.

“Adore, your work is valid. I know what you do is hard. What I was trying to say, was that being in a movie is a different kind of hard. One that you aren’t necessarily used to. Not even well trained actors are used to this-”

“I’m not stupid. I don’t have to be a well trained actor to do well in your movie Roy.” Adore spat. She was angry now. B clearly thought that she was a complete idiot, and didn’t understand how being part of a film worked at all. Yes it was foreign to her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t acclimate to it.

Bianca felt her throat close as Adore’s blue eyes pierced hers angrily. She really didn’t mean to upset her, she was just trying to explain the difference to her. She thought maybe it would help calm her down enough to go back to the set.

Clearly, that wasn’t happening now.

“Well, you’re obviously in the wrong state of mind to continue filming today. I’ll go tell Matt-”

“No. We’re fucking finishing this today. I’m not a diva that has a meltdown and just walks off when shit hits the fan.” Adore interrupted, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll meet you back on set. We’ve already lost enough time.”

Adore stormed out of the bathroom and left a very confused yet stunned Bianca in her dust.

I’ll show her, Adore thought.

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“Action.” Matt called wearily, noticing the tense atmosphere between the two of them.

Bianca and Adore had resumed their positions in the scene. The tension between them was very thick, the rest of the cast could tell something had happened between the two of them once they had returned. Usually Bianca would tease the other crew members and joke around with everyone, but instead she stood rigidly as they touched up her hair and makeup. The room had been unusually quiet, until they had begun the scene again anyway.

“My skirt may not match my outfit, but at least I know how to apply makeup for daytime. Have you ever heard of a color other than black?” Adore grimaced, gesturing to Bianca’s heavy eyeshadow.

The two had no problem going through the rest of their lines, especially since the scripted exchange was negative. Adore felt like she wasn’t even acting anymore, she was allowing herself to truly be a bitch to Bianca.

So this is what it felt like to get into character, Adore thought.

Bianca was impressed. Adore had whizzed through the rest of her lines in one take, which was the exact opposite of what she had expected from her, especially after her mini meltdown. They had bounced lines off of each other seamlessly, proving that they worked very well together.

“Cut. Your guys’s chemistry is…incredible.” Matt said stunned. “Adore, I am pretty impressed with you. One meltdown isn’t bad at all for your first day.”

Bianca felt relieved to hear Matt say that. She knew from the past that he had a bit of a short fuse, so knowing that Adore’s performance had impressed him was a relief. During the first movie, he had fired 5 actors for forgetting their lines on the third try. He was a hardcore director, but he knew how to get the job done, which Bianca respected.

“Thanks man!” Adore said excitedly. “I’m not a trained actor, but I know how to spit my lines.”

Bianca swore Adore gave her side eye as she spoke to Matt. She groaned internally as she realized Adore was still pissed off at her for their conversation earlier.

She would never hear the end of this. Not until the end of time. Adore truly proved her wrong.

“Wow, looks like your girl is just as good of an actor as you are.” Willam commented.

“Of course she is. Did you really ever doubt her?” Bianca asked.

“No, but you did.” Adore hissed, walking past Bianca swiftly as she exited the classroom. She let the door shut loudly behind her, and Willam visibly winced.

“Out of all of the people that could’ve been in the dog house today, I truly did not expect it to be you Del Rio.” Willam mused.

“Willam, why the fuck are you here?” Bianca changed the subject annoyed.

“I had a gig in Austin last night and decided to come join the party.” Willam smirked, throwing his arm around Bianca’s shoulder as they left the room. “Besides, I need to pick your brain about Court.”

Bianca groaned as they walked out of the school and into the parking lot of the school. The last thing she wanted to do was to even try to begin to understand the fucking relationship between the two of them.

“Can we do that later? I have some damage control to take care of.” Bianca questioned.

“Sure. Meet me at the bar down the street later.” Willam called.

“Not likely.” Bianca grumbled as she power walked to her rental car. The kinds of bars Willam liked were not her cup of tea. She would make him go to a bar she preferred; if she even met up with him at all. She was expecting to see Adore waiting by the car, but was surprised when she realized she was nowhere in sight.

Was she really that extra that she would take a fucking Lyft back to the hotel? Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she looked down just in time.

Adore:I took a Lyft. I’ll meet you at the hotel later.

Bianca sighed heavily. This was the first time she had really fucked up since they had gotten together. She really didn’t mean to upset Adore, but the situation had escalated so fast she didn’t know how to stop it from snowballing further.

Maybe Adore just needed time to cool off, she thought. She exited out of their conversation, and began to type a new message. It had been quite a rough first day, so she decided maybe she would take Willam up on that drink after all.

BDR:Meet me at the bar on 2nd street in an hour.

Willam:What happened to defusing the bomb?

BDR:I’ll tell you when I see you.

She shoved the phone back into her purse, and got into her car.

She didn’t know what haf d came over her, but since Court wasn’t here, she had no other option but to vent to Willam about all of this. Hopefully he would actually give a shit about her problems, and not make it about himself.

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After de-dragging and slathering his face in expensive moisturizer, Roy left the empty hotel room and ended up at a very modern looking bar with an already very buzzed Willam. He idly wondered where Adore had gone off to, but he pushed the thought away as he listened to Willam vent.

“So I told her, it’s either me or the dating show. And she chose the dating show! Like, I understand that she wants to stay relevant and meet new people but seriously? I have to see her instagram live go off every few hours, and it’s her with all of these different men. They’re all gorgeous too. It fucking sucks.” Willam complained, taking a sip of his cocktail.

Roy knew that Courtney had an odd obsession with staying in the public eye, but he didn’t think Willam was telling the whole story. Courtney wouldn’t just go on a dating show out of the blue like that. Especially since he knew how Court felt about Willam. She wouldn’t give that up for no reason.

“And you swear you did nothing to push her towards that decision?” Roy queried, scrolling through Courtney’s instagram. Her whole page was full of content from the new reality show. There were videos of her dancing with very attractive men, selfies, and pictures from a wild party that she had thrown in Austrailia.

“I swear!” Willam yelled, a bit too passionately. The bartender jumped, turned around and gave Willam the side eye before she continued mixing a drink for another customer.

“Okay, cool it. I don’t want spit in my next drink.” Roy hushed, lowering his voice hoping Willam would take the hint. Willam rolled his eyes and took another sip of his drink, shugging. Roy didn’t know how he didn’t see what Courtney was trying to do. It was so obvious it was almost adolescent.

“I know for a fact you aren’t telling me the whole story. Because it’s clear as day that Courtney is trying to make you jealous.” Roy explained sternly.

“Well I mean, I might be omitting the truth a little bit…” Willam trailed off playfully.

“Okay, so explain that to me then.” Roy huffed frustrated, finishing his drink and sliding it away. He waved the bartender down, flashing a 20 at her to get her attention. He was going to need more than two drinks to deal with this.

“I may have said that I wanted an open relationship.” Willam shrugged. “I didn’t think her going on dates with other people would bother me so much though!”

“That’s because YOU’RE usually the one messing around with other people, while she’s staying exclusive to you.”

“Well I don’t like her with other people damnit!” Willam snapped.

“Then when she gets back, you need to tell her that.” Roy explained. “If you really care about her, it’s what you have to do. No more games, no more bullshit.”

“You’re a smart old man. I hope I can be smart when I’m as old as you.” Willam smirked.

“And you’re clearly feeling better.” Roy said dryly.

On cue, the bartender set down their next round, and Roy slipped the 20 to her; encouraging her to keep the change for having to put up with Willam’s antics. She warmly thanked him and left to go help the other guests.

They sipped their drinks in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each others company. Willam was always interesting company to hang out with, he always had something fun to talk about, or something to say regardless of the subject matter at hand.

“So.” Willam started, setting his drink down, “You had your first major fuckup today didn’t you?”

Willam was also keen on reading people’s emotions, even Roy’s. Which was impressive, because Roy always made sure to keep his face as neutral as possible especially when he felt upset.

“Clearly. I was only trying to help.” Roy sighed, hanging his head down in frustration.

“What exactly did you even say? I’ve never seen her that pissed off before.”

Roy groaned as he went through the conversation in his head again, trying to remember every last miserable detail. The anger flashing through her eyes, the hurt written all over her face. He truly felt terrible about what he had said, and didn’t know what to do to fix it.

“I was trying to comfort her, and I said that not even well trained actors could do well in movies.” Roy muttered.

“That’s true, but that’s not what set her off.” Willam stated. “It would’ve been something more than that.”

“Well, I tried explaining to her that being in a movie and performing in a concert are two very different things. You can’t just wing it for a movie like you can during a-”

“Stop. Do you realize what you’ve done? Jesus Roy.” Willam interrupted, staring at Roy with wide eyes.

“What did I do?” Roy asked bewildered. “Please enlighten me because I don’t know what the fuck I did wrong.”

“You completely underestimated her. First of all, performing at a concert IS different but the majority of it is still scripted if you think about it. Adore usually follows a general setlist at all of her shows. If something does go wrong, yes, she can improvise and fans will still be okay with it but honestly? It’s not that different from being in a movie. The environment is different and there’s singing and a band but that’s it really. It’s still show business.” Willam explained.

Roy nodded as he realized how he spoke to Adore had been really condescending. No wonder she had looked so upsetz

“I talked to her like a child, which probably made it worse.” Roy admitted with realization written all over his face.

“Probably.” Willam agreed sullenly.

“I didn’t realize how much I cared about her until today.” Roy confessed.

“Gross. Go whisper that in her ear or something.” Willam rolled his eyes.

Roy downed the rest of his drink and stood up.

“I think I will. Thanks for listening.” Roy patted Willam on the back before he walked away.

“Don’t forget to douche!” Willam called after him.

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When Roy got back to their room, Danny was already home, de-dragged, and on the balcony smoking a joint. Roy sighed in relief at the sight of his boyfriend. He just wanted to fix things between them, but for the moment he was fixated on his ass. He was wearing a beanie and his favorite black pajamas, which meant he had been here for awhile now.

Despite what everyone thought, Danny was actually somewhat hygienic.Not when it came to his dirty laundry or makeup, but when it came to showering he was very precise. He wouldn’t just get home and change into something more comfortable. He would go through a ritual, removing his wig, then clothes, and then going directly into the shower. It was pretty cute. Roy felt his heart flutter at how sexy he looked in all black as he scanned his boyfriend up and down.

Danny turned around, feeling eyes on his backside and met Roy’s gaze through the sliding glass door.

Roy bit his lip and looked away, pretending that he hadn’t been staring but it was too late. Danny smirked slightly before he turned back around.

It was now or never, Roy thought.

Roy stepped outside and sat down on their patio. Nestling his back into the cheap paisley print outdoor pillows, he sighed loudly as he attempted to get Danny’s attention.

“You don’t have to speak to me, or even acknowledge me if you don’t want to.” Roy began, taking a deep breath. “But I owe you an apology.”

Danny inhaled deeply, letting himself focus on the smoke hitting his lungs.

It wasn’t like Roy to apologize. He was stubborn, and would’ve stayed firm to what he had said to him unless someone interfered. Which meant he had to actually vent to someone about what had happened.

Danny was impressed that Roy had even let his guard down enough to do that. Despite them both having their relationship public, they kept their sex life and other details very private.

That didn’t mean he didn’t feel hurt about what had happened. Danny took his job as a drag artist very seriously, and to have him take his talent for granted reminded him of his early days where he was consistently being invalidated by other queens. It had hurt to come from Roy of all people, who had defended him against the very kinds of people in the past.

“I was wrong to say those things to you,” Roy continued, silently noting that Danny’s shoulders were starting to relax as he processed what he was saying to him, “Singing is just as valid of a performing art as acting is, and not just anyone can do show business. But you can sing, act, and dance. You really impressed me today, and I promise I’ll never underestimate you ever again.”

Danny smiled, elated that he had impressed Roy with his first day despite the mental breakdown in the middle of it all. He was relieved that Roy had realized he was wrong, and that they were okay again.

“I told you man, I can fucking act.” Danny laughed lightheartedly, pressing the last of his joint into the ashtray next to him.

Roy chuckled, shaking his head.

“Apology accepted. I’m sorry I freaked out. You’re like scary good at acting. It’s fucking goom.” Adore drawled.

“Oh god, enough with the ‘goom.’” Roy rolled his eyes playfully.

“Grumpy man.” Danny muttered.

“So we’re okay then?” Roy asked, cocking an eyebrow upwards as he scooted closer to Danny.

“Of course baby. Nothing can’t break us.” Danny smiled, pulling Roy close to him by his black v neck. Their lips met, and Roy smiled through the kiss.

No matter how many times he kissed Danny, he always got butterflies. He would never get tired of it. He always felt the same as when their lips met for the very first time, butterflies fluttering through his stomach like a little school girl.

Danny pulled away, smiling widely.

“What is it?” Roy asked smiling wide, showing off his signature dimples.

“Nothing, I just really enjoy being with you.” Danny mused.

They hadn’t said the lovely L word to each other yet. Danny knew he loved Roy, especially after Roy shared his crown with him on the night that she lost All Stars 2. But Danny didn’t want to be the one to say it first and scare him away. He had done that too many times in the past, and didn’t want to fuck things up between the two of them. Plus Roy could be very particular when it came to certain emotions, and Danny had known him long enough to know that love wasn’t something Bianca Del Rio usually associated herself with.

Danny didn’t mind enjoying the relationship the way it was. Other then today, they really hadn’t fought since they actually got together. He knew it was because they were still kind of in the honeymoon stage, but he felt like they could’ve fought a lot more over the last few months. He was thankful that they didn’t.

Roy was thankful that the silence between the two of them was comfortable. They were lost in their own thoughts, and Roy was thinking about home. He hadn’t been back to New Orleans to see his parents in a while now, almost a year. He wondered silently how they would feel about Danny, especially since he looked much younger than him. The first question they would ask him would be his age, and after that his ethnicity. Which he was not looking forward to.

On the other hand, Roy knew that Danny and his mom would get along great. Dan had that infectious personality thay could mesh well with pretty much anyone. He could talk to anyone in any age group and have something in common. It was unfair, Roy was 42 and still didn’t have that skill.

Roy hadn’t brought a man home in a really long time. The last time was over 15 years ago, and his parents had ended up hating him. Turns out, they had a good intuition about him because he ended up leaving Roy for a woman.

His mom would know the minute he brought him home that the way he feels about Danny is serious, which scares Roy. Especially because there’s always that small possibility that they won’t like him.

That also meant that for the first time in a really long time Roy was in love. He had made up a silent rule with himself: don’t bring home a man unless you know you love him.

He had known for awhile that he loved Danny. He didn’t know how the fuck to tell him though. Roy hadn’t loved another person in almost 15 years. It was different now. He was older, he didn’t know if he was supposed to say it in a grand way, or if he was supposed to just blurt it out over donuts at 6 am.

Once he figured it out, he’d say it to him. But for now, he planned on keeping it to himself.

“Let’s go inside.” Danny suggested, finally breaking the silence. He had been studying Roy for what felt like forever, but he had been so engrossed in his thoughts Roy hadn’t noticed.

The two of them got up from the patio, and walked back into the hotel room. On cue, a loud knock sounded against the door.

“Who the fuck is here? I swear to god if it’s Willam-” Roy started, unlocking the door.

At the door was an upset looking Shane. He looked like the shell of himself. He was covered in a large white sweatshirt and baggy grey sweatpants. He had a single bag strapped across his shoulder, and his skin looked sallow and dry,

He was an absolute mess.

A mess neither one of them were prepared for.

[artificialqueens]

Until we find a way (Biadore) Chapter 1- City Angel

Hi!! So i’m finally daring to publish this story and I hope you guys enjoy it, I’m open for suggestions and any form of critiques! I would like to thank the beautiful Dottie and Matilda for being so nice to me and helping me with this story. I appreciate all your love and help, you are the best. 💕💕

“So” Shane began as he was concentrated trying to follow a cooking recipe,  cooking had become one of his new found hobbies.

“What?” Danny answered as he scrolled down on his phone carelessly.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, what’s going on between you and Roy?” Shane questioned, continuing to chop onions and tomatoes.

“Oh my, are you like a fan or something?” Danny mocked. Ever since the finale of Drag Race, he was continuously asked that question by fans and people on the street. It wasn’t a secret that the so called –ABC of drag- spent a lot of time together when they were not being absorbed by tours and shows all over the world.

And it also wasn’t a secret that, Danny and Roy were closer than anyone else in that season, which caused lots of rumors and hypotheses from the fans about their relationship. Danny had found it amusing to read the endless fanfiction that was written about them, and even read it to Roy when they were bored, which lead to endless hours of laugher and fun for the both of them.

“There’s nothing going on between us, nothing more than what goes down between me and you” Danny answered not paying much attention to his surroundings or even the words that he had just mumbled.

“C’mon Danny” Shane insisted as he stirred what he was cooking, “I know there must be something going on between you, that little game of yours is not normal” Shane continued as he glanced at the boy.

“What game? What are you talking about?” Danny inquired finally shifting his gaze from his phone to the man standing in front of him.

“That one of yours, that –you’re my hubby- kind of thing” Shane said, mimicking the way Danny treated Roy.

It all started months ago when Danny answered and interview question and jokingly called Roy his “hubby”. Since then, it developed into something he’d do even when they were just texting each other.  For the younger boy, it wasn’t something he had put much thought into. It was just a game.

“It’s just a game Shane, I don’t know why everyone freaks about it” Danny admitted as he got distracted again by his phone.

“It just doesn’t seem too normal for me” Shane replied insisting on the subject, “You don’t just call a friend your husband for no reason”.

“Have you been reading fanfiction or something?” Danny teased “Any good biadore stories?” he laughed and rolled his eyes.

“I’m just saying,” Shane continued, “It’ll be cool if you guys got together”

“And I’m just saying it’ll be really cool if we could have dinner already, I’m starving.” Danny replied in a whine.

…

As the days went by, Danny kept receiving the same question again and again, and it was starting to get in his nerves. Roy was still touring in Europe with his “Not Today Satan” show and Danny kept in touch with him almost every day.

Danny- I miss you bitch, how much longer till we get a pizza and wine afternoon?

Roy- What are you doing up this late? I miss you too. I’ll be back this weekend, you better have dinner ready for me when I get there.

Danny- I can’t sleep, what time is it there?

Roy- It’s almost 8:30am, you should really sleep man. I don’t want your health to be affected.

Danny- Oh so you want me to leave? It’s only 12:30 am, Are you with other guys and you don’t want me to bother you?

Roy- Oh sure queen, I forgot you were my lawfully wedded husband! lol

Danny- Oh so now you forget me! Anyway bitch I’m pretty sure you have work to do, I’ll leave you to it. I’m gonna smoke some weed, watch porn, and sleep. Miss you! See you soon.

Roy-Sounds like a fun night . Just try not to smoke too much, Danny. I hate that habit of yours.

Danny- All right mom lol, I’ll try, love you!

Roy- Love you too.

…

The week couldn’t go fast enough for Danny to feel at ease. Roy was his best friend and his accomplice in so many things; they had developed this strange relationship that people perceived as something else, but deep down Danny knew it was nothing more than a good friendship.

It was only Friday night and Danny was losing his mind thinking of all the endless conversations he would get have with Roy the next night. For now he had to focus on his show. Lately his fame was growing, and with that, his insecurities. It took him to a point of anxiety that, according to him, only weed could control.

The time had come and Adore was ready to take the stage, the crowd was raging and she was ready. Performing gave her life, it made her forget how small she felt when she was offstage. Just one more drag to her blunt and she’d be ready.

Adore took the stage and she felt untouchable. Whatever was going on around her felt so small. She was the spotlight of everything; her body felt relaxed and she was having fun for the first time in a long time.

“Aren’t you proud of her?” Shane’s voice was barely audible above the noise inside the club.

“I am” Roy replied, his eyes were stuck on the dancing silhouette on stage.

“She’s been missing you a lot” Shane continued, taking a sip from his drink.

“Really?” Roy questioned, surprised.

“Yeah, I don’t know what you guys have going on, but it’s cute.” Shane teased.

Roy rolled his eyes and stared deep into Shane’s green emeralds defiantly with that signature Bianca look that always muted the blond man.

“What?” Shane asked once the silence was too long.

“Nothing is going on between us,” Roy reassured him, and at the same time he tried to convince himself that indeed nothing else was going on between the two of them.

“Roy” Shane began “I’ve seen you, I know you, and the way you act with each other is not the way you behave with me or with anyone else” both of them staring at each other’s eyes.

“It’s nothing. We’re just friends, and Danny is too young for me anyways” Roy said turning  his gaze over to Adore who was turning it out onstage

“So, if he was older, or you younger, would you like to have a relationship with him” Shane asked as he smiled cheekily at a mesmerized Roy who couldn’t take his eyes from the stage.

“Quit it Shane,” Roy answered, clearly annoyed by the question. “Danny and I are just friends.”

“All right,” Shane said, not convinced with the answer.

Adore continued to perform with an incredible amount of energy and the audience loved it; she held hands with the crowd and performed for the hundreds of phone cameras that were recording her.

“Alright motherfuckers,” her singsong voice sounded agitated due to the dancing and prancing she had been doing for a while now.

“For this next song I’m going to need a hot guy to get on stage,” she said as her eyes searched the room for a man that she found attractive.

“You” she yelled “The one in the red shirt, come over here baby” Adore called the guy and sat him down on stage.

The melody of DTF started to blast from the speakers and the crowd went crazy, she began to dance and flirt with the man on the red shirt that was now underneath her in a chair.

“Oh my” Shane giggled as he turned to Roy, “I’m guessing you are right, you are just friends” he said as Roy glued his eyes to the performance.

Roy didn’t said a word; he just watched Adore grind and lick the guy all over. He had his hands on her hips and was coping a feel every now and then, and she was enjoying herself. Something inside of Roy wasn’t ok. Something made him… angry? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but it was bothering him.

“Look at her go,” Shane commented while Adore was making out with the man onstage.

“Yeah, she must have smoked quite a lot for her inhibitions to be that low,” he managed to say. Something inside was bothering him, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it but it was burning inside and Roy was trying his hardest to ignore it.

“Are you ok?” Shane asked, staring at Roy once again.

“Yes I am, we should go to his dressing room to surprise him,” Roy said and began to walk towards the room, followed by a confused Shane.

All the way from the bar to the room Roy was trying to shake that feeling out of himself. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t seen Danny in a while, and seeing him grind on a stranger wasn’t the best image, or maybe it was just all of the questioning. Not only from Shane but the fans were also making him doubt his own feelings.

While they were waiting for Adore to come back to her dressing room, Roy was praying for her to come back alone. He didn’t want to deal with a stranger on the day of their reunion.

“Are you sure you’re ok? Did it bother you to see her perform like that?” Shane inquired as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“I’m ok, but I’m bothered now because you keep on asking the same question, so shut up and don’t ruin the surprise,” Roy answered, trying to not sound rude.

Finally, after 15 minutes (that felt like 3 hours for Roy) Adore’s voice came from the hallway. Roy felt his heart beat in anticipation, he had been waiting for this moment for at least a month now, and he knew that seeing her was going to revitalize him.

“Yeah, thank you, see you soon,” Adore said as she held the door open.

She finally stepped inside the room and sighed, she was coming down and her anxiety was growing by the minute. She sat down in front of the mirror, took her pipe in her hands, and just as she was about to fill it up, a voice broke the silence.

“I told you I hate that habit of yours” Roy’s voice came from the back of the room and she stared at him through the mirror, her eyes lit up and she felt her heart race.

“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!” Adore said as she ran towards Roy and held him in her arms, tighter than ever.

“Easy girl, I’m old. We don’t want my ribs to break,” Roy giggled as he held Adore close and breathed in her scent.

She smelled like perfume, sweat, and weed. So typical of her. Their eyes met and Roy couldn’t help it but smile along with her.

“I thought you were coming back tomorrow!” Adore said, finally letting go of Roy’s embrace.

“Surprise bitch, I came earlier just to see you perform,” Roy said staring into her deep eyes.

There was something so magnetic about them, you just couldn’t miss them, even if you tried. Adore’s eyes would trap you, and that’s something that Roy learned from day one on Drag Race.

“What? Am I not pretty today?” She asked concerned. Roy was her biggest supporter and her biggest critic at the same time.

“Nah bitch, you are. I was just taking all in,” he admitted, a little bit embarrassed for the time it had taken him to remove his eyes from her.

Shane observed the bizarre scene from afar. Something inside of him said that those two were more than just friends, and he was more than willing to investigate it.

“Where are we going tonight? I want to meet hot guys,” Shane mumbled breaking the tension.

“You whore!” Roy giggled.

“I know just the place, bitches!” Adore said and began to de-drag.

…

After a while, Danny, Shane, and Roy were headed toward downtown LA.  

The place was raging, but everyone was drunk enough already to not make a big fuss over the presence of the trio. Immediately, Shane ordered a round of shots for the three of them to celebrate the unusual reunion.

The night went by and the drinks kept coming, at some point in the evening Shane got lost, only to be found later alongside of a very handsome man that wasn’t letting go of him. Danny and Roy divided their time between talks, long stares at each other, random dancing, and drinking around the club.

It was 3am and both of them were considerably drunk. Shane had left earlier with the guy he was flirting with the whole night and Danny and Roy were left together.

“Pajama party at my place?” Danny drawled. “I want to cuddle with someone,” he continued as he brushed his lips against Roy’s ear.

Roy was drunk, but nowhere near Danny’s state. He giggled at the young man’s proposal but nodded in the end. There was always something about that boy that made him want to keep him safe from all harm in this world, and if someone was going to be leaving with Danny that night, it better be Roy.

The cab ride was a thrill. Danny’s drunkenness made everything funnier, and the fact that his inhibitions were so low made the physical contact much more interesting.

Danny laid his head on Roy’s shoulder sometimes hiding his face on the crook of his neck, it sent shivers down Roy’s spine. It wasn’t foreign to him, the thought of Danny in his bed, but lately that desire had grown.

Ever since the kid began that game of calling him husband, Danny’s teased him more and more. They were always touching each other in some form, and whenever they were left alone, the sexual tension between them became heavier. Finally, they made it to Danny’s house and got inside.

“It’s a nice place you got,” Roy commented as he allowed his eyes to wander around the room.

“Thanks,” Danny replied from the kitchen. “I try to make it so chill. It helps me with my anxiety”

“That’s good,” Roy replied.

“Come here bitch, I want to cuddle,” Danny said as he sat down on the couch and turned the TV on.

Roy walked towards him, and laid next to the young boy.

“Hug me,” Danny demanded.

“You missed me huh?” Roy teased as he wrapped his arms around Danny, who just nodded like a little kid.

“How did you like my show?” Danny asked, changing channels, searching for some background noise for their conversation.

“It was great,” Roy began, while he caressed Danny’s brown hair “Except for that porn show you gave,” he finally said. Ever since he saw Danny with that guy it had been bothering him, but he knew that if he brought it up when Shane was around it could be misunderstood.

Danny turned to face him.

“It was just part of the show” he said.

“I know, is just that-” Roy began but changed his mind “Nothing, never mind.”

“Say it,” Danny demanded.

“I didn’t like the way that guy touched you,” Roy whispered.

Danny’s eyes were locked on Roy’s, who was staring at some point in the distance.

“Why?” Danny asked confused. “Is not like I did anything wrong.”

“I know, it was just a stupid thing I felt. Old people’s feelings,” Roy tried to make a joke out of it.

Danny rolled his eyes and giggled as he placed his gaze on the TV. Roy’s train of thought wandered in all directions now. Why did he said that? Why did he feel that way? Was he even allowed to feel it?

As the time passed, both of them were lost in the movie, and their bodies were moving closer and closer. Danny’s head was now resting on Roy’s chest and his body was lying on top of him. While Roy’s hands caressed Danny’s back up and down and stopped just above his ass.

Danny’s body trembled with every stroke of Roy’s hands. He’s had lots of sex dreams about this man since they met, but he always thought Roy was out of his league so he hid that desire deep inside of him. But lately that flirting game that they had was bringing it up again.

In a slow move, Danny hid his face on the crook of Roy’s neck and softly nibbled it. He felt how the man underneath him shifted but he didn’t stop, he was just teasing. He wanted to see how far this could go. He looked up, only to find a confused Roy staring back at him.

“What?” Danny asked in that signature bimbo voice “Is it too much?” he giggled.

“Queen, it takes more than that for a man to have a piece of me” Roy teased, wanting to see what Danny would do.

“Oh really?” Danny lifted his head to see straight inside Roy’s dark eyes, “Do you mind if I try?” he teased, not even waiting for an answer. The alcohol in his veins was giving him the guts and the heat inside his pants was urging him to touch the man underneath him.

Danny’s lips caressed softly the edge of Roy’s and his breath was like a drug for the older man. His hands went straight to Danny’s ass, a place he had long dreamed and fantasized about. Danny moaned softly at the contact of Roy’s hands, he brushed his lips once again, not daring to kiss them yet.

“It looks like I’m the one who’s giving you too much,” Roy teased, referring to Danny’s growing bulge.

And as if that was the push Danny needed, he pressed his lips aggressively against Roy’s. The kiss was filled with lust and desire; they needed it, and finally the alcohol was letting them have it. Roy bit Danny’s lips and stopped the kiss long enough for them to breathe. As their lips found each other again, their hands began to wander around.

Danny allowed Roy to take control and flipped them, so that now he was on top. The kissing became more and more aggressive, their hands wandered around, and their bulges were growing. Roy’s hand travelled down to Danny’s crotch and began to caress it. Danny’s soft moans turned him on even more.

“I’ve wanted you to touch me like this forever,” Danny confessed, moaning into Roy’s lips. “Fuck me,” he whispered.

Just as the heat was growing between them, the sound of the doorbell broke the moment. It could only be one person.

“Open up bitch!” Shane’s drunken voice came from the other side of the door.

“Fuck,” Danny mumbled, and Roy stopped completely.

“Open up! It’s me! Pretty tiny little Courtney!” Shane drawled as he giggled on the other side of the door.

“We should open it,” Roy suggested. “Uhm I’ll just use the bathroom,” he said as he stood up and walked away slowly.

Danny got up and walked towards the door as the pain in his crotch began to burn. He opened the door to find Shane giggling at his phone and unbelievably drunk.

“What took you so long?” Shane asked as he stepped inside the house.

“I was busy,” Danny said annoyed.

“Oh I see,” Shane drawled. “You were masturbating you nasty whore,” he pointed out staring at the bulge in Danny’s pants.

“Uhm, yes I was,” he admitted as they walked towards the living room.

“You would never believe this guy,” Shane began.

“What the fuck bitch, you scared the shit out of us,” Roy mumbled as he walked out of the bathroom. Danny’s eyes wandered straight to Roy and he smiled softly as the man sat down next to Shane.

As Shane babbled about how his trade wasn’t what he expected, Danny’s mind wandered all over the place. All he could think of was the feeling of Roy’s touch on his skin, the taste of him, the way his heart skipped a beat when that man was touching him all over.

“Can you believe it Danny?!” Shane said, bringing Danny’s attention back to reality. The boy seemed confused. Roy was staring at him directly, and Shane seemed like he was waiting for an answer to whatever he’d asked before.

“Party,” Danny managed to answer as he came back to the conversation.

“You egocentric bitch,” Shane laughed and then stood up, beginning to walk towards the bathroom.

“Do you know what he said?” Roy inquired in between giggles.

“Not at all. I got disconnected,” Danny admitted a bit ashamed.

“The guy she left with was hoping you’d appear to have a steamy threesome with both of them,” Roy laughed, but his words came easy.

“What!” Danny responded in that signature voice, “Fucking crazy. I’ll never have sex with Shane,” he said shaking his head, trying to eliminate the images his mind had created.

Roy laughed along as Shane appeared once again and sat right in the middle of them, the famous trio was together again, and God it felt so good.

“I love you both so so so much,” Shane mumbled as he placed his arms around both men.

“And I love you right back, but we all should go to bed now” Roy said. He was always the voice of reason.

The three of them walked towards Danny’s room, and crashed on the bed. Danny ended up in the middle of the bed and as he closed his eyes he felt Roy’s safe embrace around his waist. Everything was ok. The whole world was ok…at least for that night.