#babe is going to the movies tonight with 3 of his (female) coworkers

[elenadoeslife]

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[filmisastory]

The Heel-less Shoe

CHAPTER II

“Courtney”, you exclaimed. She took a step forward with her wide-open arms, engaging you for a hug. Her aroma consumed your nostrils as her arms wrapped around yours.

“You look beautiful!”, she says, “I thought you weren’t coming?”, She questions. She took a step back standing next to him. You did not dare to look his way nor cared. And that was the fourth lie tonight your subconscious thought. 

“I had an opening in my schedule”, you expressed, “And of course, I had to support James hosting”, your gaze looked at him. His smile showed his dimples, with his eyes dancing at yours. “Well, thank you, babe”, he says with a slight chuckle.

The conversation continued without an utterance from him, though he did not withdraw his stare. You couldn’t tell if he was studying the way you were expressing your words and behaviour. But his gaze was making you nervous. Anxiety spiked in your veins as you unwillingly stood there. James continued to lead the conversation amongst them, while you were pretending to not lose your head.

Unbeknownst to you, Bill’s gaze kept steering in your direction longingly. Analyzing your features, the way your red lips puckered in thought. His fingers itched to touch your red flaming hair. The recognizable feeling of heat is being risen within his lower region.  

“Did you and Bill finish the film? I can’t wait to see what it’s about. Apparently, the director put the whole film on locked down.” Courtney says, snapping Bill’s carnal desires for a moment.

You hear Bill’s voice echoing in your ears, as you couldn’t find the words to speak, “Yeah, the film is finished. It was a great time working on set, a great time, right Stells?”, he insinuated.

And at that moment your eyes snapped to his blue ones looking into yours. Or more so staring down with that pesky secretive look in his eyes that you recognized. You found yourself swallowing your own nerves. You rose your left brow and pursed your lips as if you were trying to intimidate him. As a result, he found it rather amusing, he reacted with a slight smirk with his brow right brow raised.  

“Stells?”, Courtney questioned the nickname that Bill placed for you. “Aw”, her voice soothed, “I didn’t realize you guys were good friends”, she quickly and jokingly smacked your arm and his upper arm at the same time.

Motherfucker, you thought angrily. Just with one sentence, he was able to piss you off. “Yeah” you forcibly smiled, “Great friends”, your voice laced with sarcasm, whether if your peers were able to sense it. You did not care.

“The director, Smith, was a pleasure to work with, a visionary really. Definitely has a level of standards so always memorize your lines, and be ahead of the script itself”, you added expressing your advice to Courtney, while the other two unknown young women beside her nodded along. Probably her friends or coworkers, you thought. She nodded with amusement, as she was about to voice another comment, an intercom voice interrupted. An automated voice declared for guests to find their seats as the show is about to start.

Your inner thoughts gleamed happily, and for a moment you can feel your inner breathing stabilizing. For the rest of the show, you can sit down, keep to yourself, and just maybe it will be smooth sailing from here, you thought.

The crowd slowly but surely moved down the hallway to the main entrance. James kissed your cheek before leaving, heading to the backstage route. “Good luck”, your last words were said to him. 

If someone told you that you were one day to run to your seats as if you were being chased, you would have said ‘yeah if they paid me’. To say you were usually one of the last people to find their seats, considering you did not necessarily enjoy the awards show. Yet, it was part of your contract to show, put a smile, and accept the award if you win. Nonetheless, you sped walk down the steps, and your thoughts danced around the idea if you stay put in your seat, and close to your co-stars he would not dare approach you.  

“Stella!”, a recognizable female voice shouted. You snapped your head from looking down at your shuffling feet, to finding your usual director, Kathy. Pointing to the row of seats that were assigned for you and your co-stars. The seating was mid-center of the theatre and at least 5 rows in front of the stage. 

Approaching the cast was like approaching a family that you have not seen in quite a while. Kathy gave you a warm welcome, as you see your co-stars already seated from the right aisle seat and inwards. You said hello to each of them as you slowly walked down into the row, with your director right behind you. Out of manners and generosity, you sat one seat next to the empty one, so Kathy did not have to walk further down the aisle. “Thank you”, she says, as she took the empty seat, leaving you to sit next to her. While the rest of the row you were in was not yet entirely filled in. Especially the three seats next to you.

Kathy shuffled her dress while placing her right leg over her left. “So, is the film finally done, so you can come back to the show?” She joked you chuckled in return, “Yes, good riddance to that movie”, you silently cursed.

Kathy held a confusion, “What? Why? Is the film not good, the people?”, she curiously questioned. “My co-star”, you paused. “Bill Hader?’, She whispered. You slightly nod while glancing at the stage, admiring the decor placed on the walls. She continued to gossip and protrude for more answers. “I always heard he was a nice-”, her voice stops, and you glanced to her features - questioning why she stopped talking. Just then you noticed her sight looking down towards the aisle.

As if it was slow motion and came out of a fucking movie. Bill fucking Hader is walking down the aisle and more so, his eyes are set on the empty seat next to you.

“Switch seats with me”, you harshly whispered, almost spitting. But out of Kathy’s shock, she could not move quickly enough. Giving Hader enough time to sit directly next to you, purposely not glancing or giving you the time of day.

You look straight ahead behind a few heads onto the stage. Your hands stayed at your side, as Kathy gave you an apologetic look. 

It’s okay, you thought but did not reply. Perhaps you were in a state of shock, or perhaps for the first time, you debated to walk out of the theatre. 3 hours, you thought, and it repeated endlessly. As if your thoughts were echoing in amongst the theatre walls.

3 hours, 3 hours, 3 hours with Bill Hader sitting next to you. Next to you, next to you.

You can slightly hear him chatting to the person next to him before an automated voice interrupted starting the show; introducing the host and the year of the Emmy show. But everything was a haze, you could not hear nor see James walking the stage and starting his speech. All because you were sitting next to him, and just as if he put a spell on you. You unknowingly and slightly glanced in his direction while your face was placed straight ahead, so he wouldn’t notice.  

You were able to see his palms placed on his upper thigh, his fingers would voluntarily flinch, or slightly grazed over his pants. Nothing out of the ordinary, that until you feel a foot placed right next to your right heel. You can feel his shoe, slightly tapping against the side of your heel.

You quick and absentmindedly took your right leg over your left, so it was far away from his shoe tapping or whatever game he is trying to play with or against you. 

The show was almost halfway through, it was filled with a handful of awards, speeches, unnecessary jokes, all the usual. Though, nothing, not even a comment from Bill. The usual chuckle or whisper to his peers, but nothing was directed towards you. Whether he glanced, you weren’t able to notice.

After another Fleabag win, there was a commercial break. To you that meant bathroom break, though you did not need to go, the thought of fresh air from the hallway or just seeing your usual peers would do wonders in comparison to sitting next to him.

As you quickly put your right heel onto the ground and placed yourself up from your seat. You feel a snap. Your right foot that was once at five inches up from the ground was now placed on the carpeted ground itself. You almost lost your balance, that is until you feel a hand on your backside, helping you not fall. You expected to say thank you to Kathy, but it was a matter of seconds before you realized it wasn’t her hands.

You stood still and tall, turning to his direction, but looking straight down at your feet. You grasp at the sides of your jewelled gown to look and inspect your shoe. That is until you heard his voice, “Are you okay?”, you ignored him. While glancing down to your clean-shaven legs inspecting your feet, twisting your shoe, you immediately saw that your right heel was snapped, and it was hanging loose.

Shit, you thought.

You can see Bill’s legs moved slightly forward, and from the corner of your eye, you can see his left hand intending to grab your right calf while looking up to meet your eyes. His touch sent goosebumps to your skin, his hands were cold but soft to the touch.

You can feel your eyes growing in size in surprise, we are in public, your thoughts provoked.

“Are you bleeding?”, He says, almost whispering. Confusion was immediately written on your face, “bleeding?”, you questioned, almost annoyed. “Do you need a tampon?”, He clarified. A red flame of embarrassment was sent to your neck and cheeks. You recomposed yourself, and narrowed your eyes, almost throwing daggers at his. “No”, you muttered, “My heel broke”, you stated, with a sigh. 

Before your mind was even able to process the situation at hand, you can feel his hand grasp at your calf and pulling it up and set right on his knee.

“Bill!”, You reacted, harshly snapping at his actions. He quickly looked at the shoe, and immediately noticed the hanging heel that was holding on by a thread. To make matters even worse, before you can quickly place your foot back on the ground. His right hand held onto the top of your foot down to his knee. While, his left-hand grasp at the heel, snapping it off. 

No, you thought. The horror was now evident on your face, and you can feel the wind being knocked out of your chest cavity. “Fixed it”, he says with a sly smile, you can see his eyes dancing. Expecting either a thank you or a fuck you. 

His left hand contained the heel, and now your shoe was heel-less.

What the fuck? You thought, in complete shock. At this point, you can feel the stares of people turning their heads and noticing your foot still on his knee.

Out of embarrassment, shock, and anger seeping out of your pores. You placed your foot back on the ground, grabbed the heel from his hands, and placed it near his neck as if you were about to stab his trachea. It was the latter, “Fuck you”, you whispered, pulling away. His lips are pressed as if he was trying to suppress his laughter or any other comments that you noticed he was trying to hold in.

You immediately walked straight ahead down the aisle, limping for christ sake. Giving an apologetic look towards the people sitting, you tried your best to gracefully moved forward and out of the aisle, turning to the empty walkway that leads to the wooden doors.

You did not know what to do, hell where are you even going? your inner thought said to you. But once you left the main theatre, and into one of the minor hallways that are at a distance away from the people. You placed yourself against the wall, sighing and trying to capture your breath.

As you were about to take your right heel off. You didn’t notice that you were on borrowed time - it was the sudden tap sound of shoes echoing through the hallway that snapped you out of your thoughts. And it sounded as if it was getting closer each second as if it was a clock ticking. 

Out of curiosity, you peered from the side to only seeing him pacing quickly to where you are standing. You can feel the air shift, and the hair on your forearm standing.

Without realizing what you were doing, you quickly paced down the hall, literally limping. His pace was getting heavier and heavier, and you can feel yourself starting to run whether it would be a marathon or a sprint to the nearest bathroom, you didn’t care.

The panic was raised due to the realization in a psychologic effect that you felt as if you were being hunted, and in a way you were.

The echoes of his shoes echoed fiercely, to the point that a shriek raised out of you because the grasp of his right hand grabbed your left arm from behind slamming you into a door. His left hand quickly turned the handle and forcefully pushed you inside the darkened room. 

It was black, pitch black. And the only thing heard was the click of the door being closed.

Alone. Inside a room with him.

[bangin-bts-blog]

One In A Million

hi! could I please get a taehyung imagine where you go to one of their fan signings and he immediately takes a liking to you??? thank you!!! Xx

a/n: sorry that this is a day late, my internet crashed!

words: 3, 022 type: ☉ | ❀

Ever since a year prior to purchasing the tickets, it was finally the week of BTS’ fan signing, and as Friday drew closer I was becoming more nervous. I remember practically begging my mother, on my knees, to buy the tickets. But her excuse was: ‘You’re an adult now, go get a job and stop being so lazy!’. And so that’s what I did. I worked long hours and did over time and I even worked the hours and days my coworkers would work that I normally wouldn’t. I worked my ass off to be able to garner enough money for the tickets, and my god they were expensive.

“So, do you know what you’re wearing on Friday?” My best friend Katie enquired over the phone, on Wednesday night.

“No, I’ve no idea,” I sighed, “I was literally just going for my normal, everyday jeans with a random top and my vans,” This came out as more of a question, rather than a statement. “I mean, I could always go naked.” I shrugged, and I earned a chuckle from Katie.

“Yes, and then Taehyung will definitely notice you,” she mocked. “Well, since I’m not letting you meet your fave with such a boring attire, we’ll go shopping tomorrow for the perfect outfit! If you want to make an impression lets start with the clothes.”

“Katie, you do realise that each and every one of those seven boys encounters at least a thousand or so girls daily. There is no way that I could make some sort of an impression on anyone of them, let alone Taehyung, besides, there are so much more girls than me that are far more attractive. Take a look at the female idols,-” 

“Y/N, stop comparing your self to those idols! You are not them and they are not you. You are talented and gorgeous and you are good enough. Taehyung will love you, trust me. I’ll be your personal fortune teller, and in my visions, I can see him taking a chance on you. Trust me.” 

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to wear, this,” Katie motioned with her hands to my outfit. I noticed the evident disgust in her voice. I looked down at my outfit and smoothed out the top with the evident creases. I made a mental note in my head to iron the shirt tonight to have it ready. I looked up at her again and nodded.

I had knitted my eyebrows in confusion, I couldn’t see what was bad about it. “Why, what’s wrong with it?” 

She crossed her arms and sassily told me, “Everything.” And with that comment, we were off to the mall, to find a new outfit. 

We scoured all the stores, all the racks, and shelves to find the ‘perfect outfit’. Katie had now begun mimicking a psychic, closing her eyes and extending out her arms and what is seems is she's massaging the air, but I’d imagine it’s her crystal ball. I was looking through the shirts when I caught her doing this, I cocked out my hip and stared at her in bewilderment. 

“Katie, what on earth, are you doing?” I signed. Lately, she has shown interest in this new hobby of hers.

“Mhmm, I am envisioning your perfect outfit,” she replied in a soothing voice. “It will be black jeans, a black silk tank top with lace detailing and a leather jacket with ankle boots.” She opened her eyes and smiled cockily at me.

I bit my lip, trying to envision the outfit that she had so just made up for me. “Not gonna lie, Katie, that sounds really good.” I raised my eyebrows at her, utterly impressed. “I’m still going to tell you that you should do fashion as your major, instead of Criminology, babe.” 

She simply rolled her eyes at me, before linking her arm in mine, “It isn’t a crime to be fashionable while looking for clues.” We laughed as we made our way out of the store, and walking around the mall, entering different shops and purchasing the items. 

In the end, Katie was the one who paid for my outfit, I told her I’d return her the money, but she denied my offer. Saying that she doesn’t need the money because she knows I’d thank her tomorrow night when I call her to say that Taehyung would take a liking to me. I simply laughed it off and responded with an okay, I still didn’t believe her. But, small a part of me wants to believe what she’s saying is true, but we can only wait for tomorrow.

I laid in bed, texting Katie about tomorrow. I still couldn’t believe, that in less than 12 hours, I would finally be meeting Taehyung. I looked over at my outfit that rested upon handers that were hung on my wardrobe.

Katie, you have a good sense of fashion [10:34] I’ve no idea what I’d do without you! [10:34]

Honestly, Y/N, you’re a hopeless mess when it comes to fashion! [10:36] Babe, you actually need me, in your life to coordinate your outfits [10:37]

Could you please be my personal stylist? [10:37] And true, I’m lost without you [10:38] Also, I’m willing to pay you [10:38]

And what is this form of payment you are willing to provide me with? [10:38]

Pizza, ice cream and horror movies every Sunday night [10:38]

Y/N... [10:39] Babe... [10:39] That’s what we already do... [10:39]

Exactly! [10:40]

Sold [10:40]

The whole night I could not sleep because my nerves got the better of me. When I finally did end up sleeping, I would dream up different scenarios of how my encounter with Taehyung would go. But, unfortunately, I woke up sweating because the dream always turned into a bad ending and then I’d lie awake for a good 20 minutes trying to process what happened that made it have a shitty ending.

Katie woke me up at seven thirty in the morning, by jumping onto me and screaming in my ear, “Good morning!”

“Ah, KATIE YOU SCARED THE LIFE OUT OF ME! YOU KNOW I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THT!” I scolded a smiling Katie, who was utterly pleased with herself by waking me up with a scare.

“Wake up! Todays the day where you meet your future boyfriend! Rise and shine, sleepy head! There’s probably a long line of impatient girls forming lines around the block right now...” Her voice trailed off as she got up from me.

“Okay, okay I’m up.” I got up from my warm bed and headed to my bathroom. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when I asked her for a ride to the venue.

“I’ll even pick you up!” She chirped. 

When it was time to do my makeup, Katie suggested I go for a natural bronzed look, and I did I was told. I never doubted her because I knew she knew what she was doing.

I stood in from of the full-length mirror with my complete look, Katie practically squealed in my ear.

"Ahh! You look so good, babe! Now let's go!" We made sure I didn't forget anything and soon we made our way out to the car and towards the venue.

When we arrived, the line was pretty long.

"Alright. You're gonna be okay, won't you?" She enquired softly.

"Yes, mother, I am not 5 years old." I joked.

"Text me when you're about to meet your man, and when you need a lift home!" I nodded. She blew a kiss and left.

I took my place in line and waited patiently to get inside the actual venue. As I waited in line, I made friends with various girls who all seem very sweet. I took a liking to this one girl, Jasmine, who flew out of state to come see them. I found this very admirable, that she would travel across the state to see her idols. Frankly, I would do the same.

The minutes trickled into hours as we stood outside in the line until finally, they let us in. The interior of the venue had rows of seats, starting a few meters from the stage, and extended all the way to the bag on the building. The staff members would guide us to our seats. This action took about half an hour, and when everyone was seated, a loud voice boomed from the speakers.

"The moment you've been all waiting for since each and everyone one of you purchased your tickets. Are you ready?" The building erupted into different high pitched screams.

"Here you are, ladies and gents, BTS!"  And with that, the boys filed onto the stage as Fire played in the speakers. As always, the crowd would go wild at the sight of them. I, unfortunately, didn't join in because my breath caught in my throat at the sight of Taehyung, giving his signature box smile that his eyes would become crescent moons. 

I was completely awestruck.

The boys would bow and wave to all corners of the venue. They began to introduce themselves.

"We know who you are!" A voice shouted from somewhere at the back of the building. In return, the boys lost it in various chuckles. 

You know the way in movie scenes, like in high school romances where when the girl sees her crush, the scene immediately goes black, except the single shaft of light that shines on her crush, because that's how she sees them? Imagine that right now, but with Taehyung. I thought I would be so nervous, that I wouldn't have the balls to look at him, but my eyes were glued to him from the moment he came out.

When everyone was seated, and they sat at the tables, they began to interact with the fans. They all seemed like seven, normal best friends. They were having the time of their lives, they were laughing and smiling and so in the moment. I admired their friendship so much because they have such an unbreakable bond. And to tell you the truth, I've always wondered what it would be like to hang out with them, behind the scenes, off camera.

I always dreamed of going to parties with them, going to the movies or to restaurants. In a way, I was a little envious of the people that were able to do those things with them. They all seemed to be the life of the party, and when Tae got drunk for the first time and posted all those selfies with Jungkook, it made me laugh awfully hard, he seemed like so much fun to be with.

Since I was staring at Taehyung, I could look at his movements. The way we fiddled with the mic, or wiped his head ever so slightly to remove the strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes, or the way he clung onto the members sitting to his left or right and how he would try and play with them, but to them they thought he was a little annoying. He would also sometimes scan the crowd to himself, look down and smile. It felt like he was very grateful for all those who turned up to see them. Him.

I must have been staring at him for so long, that I somehow didn't notice him staring back at me. Once I was aware of my surroundings, my cheeks flushed red and I averted my gaze to the ceiling then to my surroundings, then finally the floor. 

"So, we will now commence the reason why you all bought tickets and came for, is to speak with us individually and we sign some stuff in return," Namjoon spoke into the mic with a smile, "our lovely staff will usher you and or your friends if you aren't here alone, to form a line towards the side of the stage and tell you when it's your next turn. Thank you." He gave a small nod at the crowd, and with that, the staff was up on their feet, having a perfect strategy as for how to guide us.

Half an hour later, it was my turn to position myself in front of Taehyung. When I sat down in front of him, he was signing the CD.

"Ahh~ hello! What's-" He stopped when you looked up at me. "Oh, you're the girl in the crowd that wanted to have a staring competition with me, right?" He chuckled. 

"Haha, yes." I lied.

He nodded then proceeded to continue, "Well, what's your name?" accompanied with a soft smile.

I told him. "Yahhh~ that's such a beautiful name!" 

I let out a small laugh, and he looked at me perplexed. "I'm sure you say that to all your fans." I pouted.

Tae looked at me a little hurt, shocked to hear me say it. I saw him swallow as he tried to find his words, "Well, it is true that I compliment my fans on their names, but I rarely say it." 

I sighed, "My intention was to never hurt you. You see, Tae, you're my bias and my thoughts are going a mile a minute and I can't speak properly because the first thing I have ever done to you is hurt you and that's not my intentions at all because I love you and I still can't believe this is reality, I still think it's a dream and if there's anything I can do to make it up to you-" 

Taehyung began to laugh wholeheartedly, "Y/N, you didn't hurt me, at all! If I seemed hurt to you, I was only kidding!" He smiled at me warmly, to reassure me I haven't done damage. 

"But, as for making it up to me..." He looked around to the members who were invested in listening to their fans and signing their things, and to the staff members that were doing their jobs to avoid chaos, his sand slipped off the table and disappeared, only to return moments later with a piece of paper in his enclosed palm. He quickly scribbled something on it and swiftly open the CD case and deposited it inside and shut it quickly again.

Tae spoke in a low voice, leaning towards me which I followed and turned my head, as he whispered into my ear. 

"Inside, I have written down my mobile number. I'll be staying here for a few more days, and in two days from now, on Sunday, I have a day off. Text me around midnight tonight." He leaned back in his chair and smirked at me.

"I'd like to take you up on that offer." He said boldly, his face changed as he looked to the fan beside me, smiling. It was her turn to him and my five minutes were up.

"No way!" Katie exclaimed as she kept looking at me and the road.

"Yep," I confirmed for the twentieth time. I had told her in detail what had occurred earlier on the day.

"You're kidding!"

"Katie, I'm about to jump out of this car if you question me about my story one more time." I jokingly warned.

She lifted one of her arms up, defeated. I looked down at the piece of paper that had the scribbled down the number on it. I smirked, shaking my head.

"This is too good to be true," I murmured to myself, but Katie heard me. We pulled into my drive way and she turned on the light in the car. 

"Hey," she spoke softly, placing her thumb and index finger on my chin and gently turned my head to face her.

"You are beautiful, kind, smart, generous, loving, supportive and I could go on forever listening all the best qualities about you because the pros out weigh the cons." She gave me a small smile.

"What are the cons?" I joked.

"You're always late, to everything," she pursed her lips and nodded, to confirm her own statement. "And you wake up late." I laughed because it was true.

 "Are you waiting to say, "I told you so"? That something like would happen, that your predictions and visions and dreams were true?" I cocked an eyebrow up at her.

 I watched as Katie sank back into the driver's seat, placing on hand over the other in her lap, looking and them, trying to not let her mouth quiver into a smile. I rolled my eyes, allowing her to get her satisfaction.

 "I told you so!" We both erupted into laughter, as our voices filled the car. When we calmed down, I wished her a good night.

 "Hey, Y/N?" I bent down to the windows level.

"Yeah?"

"He's going to love you." She smiled and reversed out of my drive way, and she went home. I waved at her before heading inside. 

I had dinner, watched a few episodes of my show and hopped into the shower. When I got out, it felt like the piece of paper with the phone number was calling out to me, almost screaming, 'Text him!' I dried off my body and hair, slipped on my pyjamas and got into bed. I kept looking at my phone and the piece of paper than rested on my bedside table. I checked the time on my phone, and it was five minutes to midnight. 

I fiddled with my fingers and waited. I waited and waited, and whenever it felt like the five minutes were up, I was disappointed to see that only a minute had passed. As I eagerly waited for the time to strike twelve, I dozed off. I woke up in a panic, thinking I didn't just doze off but fully slept and I thought it was the early hours of the morning. But to my relief, it was only 12:12. I grabbed the paper and with shaking fingers typed in the number, and sent the text.

Hey, it's Y/N. [12:12]

Taehyung is typing...

Hey, I must be so handsome, if you stared at me for so long, haha [12:14]

My heart skipped a beat.

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