#beautiful women are in my sketchbook and now in your screen

[samipekoe]

comms oooo aahhh

[lagncx]

Delsin Rowe x fem reader

Magnum opus.

Cs: Delsin seen you and he wants you to be his girl but you know he gots to do it in some grand scheme.

Tw: a lil stalkerish but not really erm uh erm, first time writing for Delsin. If you want more please ask I never get asks.

Put noodle for a ref you’ll get it.

————————————enjoy yourself smoke boy lovers.

   Delsin just couldn’t help himself, when he saw beauty he had to observe. 

And that was you.

 It was just an everyday thing since he got to Seattle, kick some D.U.P.s ass and hook up with fetch once in a blue moon and sleep on top of some roof.   

  And to be honest he and Fetch weren’t sleeping together at all, she had gone off and gotten serious with some guy but they stayed friends and Jesus Christ did she hear all about you. 

   “Alright so I’m flying from the scene of my badassery and BLAM. I looked into her window for a split second and I stopped, she was standing at an easel painting or…sketching but it was some artsy shit. But she looked so-…so, real.” He said plopping on Eugene’s lap making him flinch away.

 Fetch cringed “This is stalking, you’ve been watching her everyday for how long?” Delsin looked away and scoffed “Justeverydayatfivepmwhensheturnsonthelightandstartspainting.” 

  Fetch shook her head “Look Delsin just introduce yourself—NOT at her window but when she’s out and about.” Delsin shook his head “Not possible I mean look at me I’m a Conduit ya know, big mean scary ‘banner man���, she’s gonna see me and scram.” 

  Fetch rolled her eyes “Orr- she’s gonna see you and stay. I get it del, Howard was such a contrast and—and he accepted me.” Fetch reasoned but Delsin shook his head 

“Yea but when women see a man with powers and devilish looks they flock.”

 Fetch rolled her eyes “Yea well I see a man who doesn’t have a home or a job and many women would flee.” 

  Fetch sighed and stood up walking out “Just have more faith, or just do something nice.”

—

  Nice. 

 Delsin was gonna make it fucking grand, he sat down watching you paint you seemed done painting and it was way too early he whispered to himself “Oh come on just a little longer…” you put away the painting stuff turning off the bright white lights Soft orange lights and some LED from the tv keeping your living room illuminated. 

  He was going to leave but then you walked back turning on your tv, he saw you press YouTube on your Roku, and you pressed on music on the screen he squinted and saw Gorillaz-DARE.  

  He nodded and pulled on his headphones playing it on his phone, you started dancing your body moving in a soft flow, Delsin smiled being pulled into just you, looking down at his sketchbook he started sketching you dancing was now stapled in his small brain. “God…you’re perfect.” Looking back up he sucked in a breath when he saw you fall to the floor from your spinning, laughing he whispered “That’s fine hun, already have it sketched.” 

  You got up stretching and stumbling from the dizziness to your room shutting off the lights allowing Delsin to now see his reflection in your window from the roof across. 

  He got up and turned around looking at the large brick wall in front of him, he’s gonna need a lot of cans…and cardboard. 

  Calling Eugene he tapped his foot using neon to zip towards the nearest paint store.

“Yea what's up my bro?” Eugene said 

Delsin cringed, “Yeah, shut the hell up.” 

Eugene groaned “Sorry, hey del what’s up?” 

Humming, he grabbed some cans white,pink,black. “Is there like some huge cardboard suppliers in this city?”

 Eugene could be heard typing “Yup in downtown on Duponte st. Why?” 

Delsin muttered in one breath “Itsaboutheprettygirlinthewindowiwannadosomethingnice” 

Eugene chuckled, “Okay. Bye then, I’m telling fetch.” Delsin cursed “No- dammit!” 

————

  When he got back it was dark, the city was quiet, but he sighed and turned on some wave noises he needed to be completely calm when he made this…don’t fuck up. 

  Shaking the can he put up the large base color stencil cardboard. “Fuck…that’s big, she gonna see it?” He laughed, “Yea she is.” 

 It was tons of cans and spraying he could’ve been poisoning the whole block. His hands were covered in paint from catching drips trying to keep it sharp. 

But in the end it was just like you. It was you and it was beautiful. 

———

   You woke up and walked towards your living room, you sniffed and went to your fridge opening it seeing nothing but a burrito from two nights ago from chipotle. “Hell yes” you sighed, eating it cold. 

  Turning towards your window you coughed some rice going down your airpipe. Clearing it out you looked at it closely walking up to it you opened your sliding window peaking your head out suddenly a loud noise and a flash of pink flew in front of you. 

 You gasped backing up.

 Fetch smiled “She saw it Del! Let off the shot and she seems to be interested.” 

  You saw suddenly so quickly your name written in neon colors on the street and a trail leading down the road you jogged to your door grabbing your hoodie. 

 Fetch yelled “She’s on the move” to the phone hopping down from the cell tower. 

  You ran to your name touching it and feeling it shock you slightly, you smiled and ran after the trail. You stopped and started walking, having to catch your breath people looking at you crazily, you felt cold, your socks getting wet from the always damp Seattle ground you continued on though. Why? To be honest it’s been hard on you, you’ve been staying inside having the cold and it’s starting to pass but you’ve been so depressed since the DUPs lock down of the area. You were hurting, and you had spent so much time by yourself you started to hate yourself.

  But someone saw you, and decided you were beautiful enough to be painted. 

  You sighed though maybe this was silly, you looked down the trail and the light was gone.

   Damn…

 Frowning you turned around discouraged and feeling dumb. 

“Eugene, your turn…remember just soft blue snow pixels or something idk.” Fetch said, watching you from afar.

   Something fell on your nose making a soft cool feeling, like a chill. Snow? You looked up little droplets of blue falling too bright to be rain too square to be liquid, there was a bright blue bird that flew down on the trash next to you. 

  You blinked at it and it flapped around you. You stood still, it pulled your hair softly, soon flying away. You felt your heart pumping blood through your body, you moved your feet and ran after it with a smile on your face as it left a trail of that falling blue pixel stuff, you giggled pushing through some people with apologies. People looked at you in almost terror but you didn’t care.

  You turned a sharp corner with the bird and it disappeared, bursting into a bunch of bright pixels, the specks landed on a tall dark soft chestnut brown colored man, a nervous smile on his expression. You looked back towards Main Street, you were going to leave but you squinted and realized he was the conduit. Suddenly behind him was a neon light that outlined him, he closed his eyes shaking his head.

  “Too much?” A woman’s voice said from the shadow, he glared at her. “Sorry”

  You looked down at the book he had, toned paper, small pencil strokes, a sketchbook. You walked closer and saw it was a sketch of you dancing, the same pose from the wall across the street from your window. 

  You blinked some tears forming, you looked up at the boy who kept his eyes squinted on you, searching for anything. You smiled “I knew you were there, I just didn’t know who was there.” You put your hand on his, taking the book and lacing your fingers with him “You could’ve just asked me…” He looked down shamefully, but you tucked the book in your arm and picked his chin back up “But this was the best gift anyone has given me.” 

  Delsin bit his lip “May I uh-…take you out?”

  You nodded “Yes, you may.” Delsin's mouth turned from a frown to a bright toothed smile, his eyes crinkling in delight. “Oh uh- I should get you home, your socks are soaked.” You smiled “After I get dressed what do you say to a hike?” 

 Delsin nodded “Yea, I’m all about hiking and like, nature and stuff.” 

  Hand in hand he walked you home standing at your door promising to not leave when you came back. And from that day on he never broke any promise to you.

-------------------so do yall still fw delsin?

[shootertron-stuff]

"The Leader of the Vortex Coursers warband gives a very important presentation to his allies."

A Black Legionnaire of formidable bearing stood in front of an audience dressed in colors of the 9 Legions. The long, calligraphy-engraved horns on his skull-faced helmet were polished to a burnished gleam, as was the rest of the black ceramic he wore. A red cape hung about his shoulders and wax seals with rabbit skin parchment hung from his breastplate. He gestured to the screen at the front of the room.

A gaggle of Daemons had materialized to watch him. Benign beasties that looked like children's toys.

"As evident from the photographic evidence in front of you. My wife Clothilde is a lovely person, and I wish they could be here with me right now."

"Here you can see them standing with my son [redacted] - and we're expecting another baby soon! My wife is a great mother. You wouldn't expect an Astartes from the Imperium to know how to handle young children with care, but Hilda is a fast learner."

"I had this fully armored portrait of them taken in front of the most beautiful pink flowers. They are shy about being seen without a helmet, but I did manage to get this back shot from when we went to [redacted] together and hiked up to the peak of [redacted] Ledge. The dust in the air creates the most beautiful sunsets. Perfect for getting shots of Hilda's glorious hair."

"Oh and here is a drawing I made of them reclining on the sofa. Fully dressed of course. I showed them a sketchbook full of human women and suggested it. My wife is always so accommodating to my requests."

The audience was quite puzzled that they'd been assembled here for just this.

One raised a hand, but the Black Legionnaire gestured for him to wait until the end of the presentation, and kept talking on and on.

On the next slide were photographs of handicrafts. Carved bones, painted figurines, even stuffed animals that had been patched over and over again.

"My wife loves to make art. This is but a small selection of their work."

There were a great many slides, all filled to the brim with pictures of the speaker's ex-Loyalist wife. Some audience members snickered and made lewd gestures to each other, about finding out if the speaker's wife was a good lay as he made them out to be. That had to be the reason motivating him to create this slideshow.

Oh, we must meet your wife, then!

[frobin]

Okey serious question here. How much do you actually believe that Oda ships Frobin? Like do you think he actually have like doodles/sketchs of them in a pairing kind of way? like for the strong world film riding the motorbug? (Personally i would love it to be true but he has stated one piece isn't about romance in that way)

Hey there anon! Thank you so much for your question and I hope I can answer it seriously enough. Also once more sorry for the late response. I felt like a question like that needs some research and that is what I did these last few days.

So... I think I'll start with the tl;dr because that way people can read that and ignore the rest.

So, long answer short: I 100% believe that Oda has one or more sketchbooks with drawings of his characters that are absolutely self-indulgent. I am 98% sure that he has drawn Franky and Robin in a romantic way at least once (and supported the ship). I am 80% sure he still is shipping FRobin.

Little disclaimer: I actually have no idea if any of this is true. I pull everything in my arguments out of my own experiences and knowledge and since I'm not a 46 year old Japanese Mangaka my perspective might be WAY OFF.

argument - reason- example - conclusion... behind the cut (or in the google doc)

So, why do I think that Oda has a secret sketchbook?

Simple answer is that he is an artist. He is drawing a lot and no artist will publish everything. That can have multiple reasons like imposter syndrome or because the artist thinks it’s not good or interesting enough or they just forget. There are even more reasons I forget and every person has their own.

For Oda I can imagine two big reasons as to why he would keep secret sketchbooks.

First: He is a horndog. You can skip this part if you don’t want to read about it, to the second reason.

Anyway, we know thanks to answers in the SBS, the way he likes to draw big-breasted women and how some of his characters are classified as perverts that he can be considered one too.

Let me show you a few of a few lewd SBS questions he likes to answer in a funny way:

Chapter 228, Page 46

D: How are ya, Odacchi? I know how much you like getting butt-naked, so this must be a favourite season for you. <3

O: Yes, yes. I just LOVE getting completely naked. In the summertime, after I take a bath I just run STRAIGHT OUTSIDE!! And when the girls' softball team running on the sidewalk looks over at me, they say, "Yup, it's really summer now!!" ... AS IF!! I'D GET ARRESTED!!!

(x)

Chapter 433, Page 68

D: If Lady Robin can use her Hana Hana Powers to make any part of her body sprout somewhere else, does that mean she can do it with her ample bosom as well? "Nyurin-zaki" (Breast Sprout) Boy, I'd like to take a hit from that sometime... P.N. Ero Ero no Mi Devil Fruit User.

O: "Ichirin-zaki" (Single Sprout) "Nirin-zaki" (Double Sprout) "Nyurin-zaki" (Breast Sprout) Very clever!! NO IT'S NOT!! STOP THAT!! I'm sure she CAN do it though ♡

(x)

Chapter 798, Page 64

D: Oddachi, I'll give you a pornographic book, so please answer my question. Sanji won't allow anyone to waste food, but what will he do if a woman does so? P.N. Smoker's Cigar

O: I think he would grab the plate and eat it up. Now please give me the pornographic book.

(x)

Nowadays I’m sure there is a focus on those lewder questions compared to the beginning because that is what 13 year old boys laugh about and we all know that is Oda's main demographic (of course).

I think a very good picture of that is given by Tekking101 in his breakdown video of SBS Volume 100.

“Let’s get diving into these questions (...) now, this is a huge moment. I mean, not many Manga manage to reach 100 Volumes, Okay? Now I know Oda usually starts these off with questions relating to boobs and things that don’t really… you know, aren’t really relevant but you know, this is a big celebration so we’re gonna dive right into it. I bet the most important things that we need to know about the One Piece Story are right here in these pages, okay? I printed them out. That is how important this is. So let’s start off, shall we? Epic voice, Barry!

‘Mister Oda, there is a UFO over there with huge big-breasted beauties on it. That memorable 100 Volume of the SBS is about to begin.’

[pause] Yeah, like the first five of these are all related to boobs in some way. You know what Oda? Sticking true to your guns! Godspeed, Sir Oda. Godspeed.”

(end at around 2:30)

So, Oda is a man who likes beautiful women and who draws.

Coming to the conclusion that he will draw his own characters in suggestive poses, naked and even doing adult stuff is not hard.

Obviously he would not show these sketches just around. He would probably keep them in a secret sketchbook that he keeps at a safe location. Maybe his wife and some close friends know about it? Maybe it is his and only his little secret.

I don’t think it would be unlikely to learn about this years into the future, maybe the next generation of Anime Fans will hear about this.

And it would not be the first time that something like this happened.

Not that long ago the daughter of Osamu Tezuka - groundbreaking Mangaka, known for his works of “Astro Boy”, “Kimba the white lion” and many more - found his adult Furry art. Source; Japanese article;

It’s a fact that many Mangaka did indeed start their career with art of the more risque kind and/or as doujinshi artists.

So again, I have no doubt that Oda, a known pervert, has one or more secret sketchbooks with „the p0rnography“ in it. Is there only hot stuff in there? Not necessarily.

The second reason to keep a secret sketchbook would be to collect information in there, that could be considered canon but he is not willing to use it in the Manga. Maybe they are not important enough or will be used later.

What am I imagining here? Anything that could be considered too weird for the normal sketchbook but isn��t too risque. Funny things that might still not be „appropriate.“

Like a sketch of the male Strawhat ding-dongs with the sizes beside it. All the lewd jokes the fans did about Luffy's stretching qualities? I’m sure Oda thought about them too and drew that in the past if he had the time and it made him laugh enough.

But also maybe there are scenes in there that never made it in the Manga. The Strawhats interacting with each other in their daily lives, ideas for colorspreads and maybe chapter-titles. Oda probably has noted/sketched down a lot of unofficial stuff somewhere.

Another example, even an artist like Oda himself would have needed to exercise drawing two people kissing. Why not use Characters he thinks that might work out together?

Why not Franky and Robin? I would imagine he sketched up a few panels of Franky and Robin having a romantic date, going shopping together in Dressrosa, having a conversation that we never got to see because it was too on the nose.

Which brings us to the second point of me being very sure that Oda had drawn FrankyXRobin at one point.

I’m sure in those sketchbooks there is at least one drawing of them doing anything couple-related together. Again it does not have to be downright nasty but it could be them holding hands, kissing or even just Robin leaning onto Franky while reading, like all those fanarts that exist out there.

It’s not hard to imagine. Even for other Characters I think that is possible

And there might even be proof for that idea. The sketch of the Strong World movie you also mentioned, anon. The one movie that can be considered canon is Strong World. It was basically written/directed by Oda. Shiki the antagonist had an appearance in the Manga.

This sketch is drawn by Oda. Robin is holding onto Franky.

Can it be read as romantic? Yes. Can it be read as Robin holding onto Franky because there is nothing else to hold onto? Also Yes. But couldn't she just have used her power to keep herself secured on the bike without holding onto Franky? WELL YES. Could Oda never have thought in these circles like I do right now? I hope he did not because I hate it and I don’t wish it upon him.

In the movie Robin is NOT holding onto Franky. Now the really interesting thing - that is neither proof pro nor anti FRobin - is that we can see the sketch provided by Oda as a “between the scenes”.

In the movie Strong World the old trio is collecting information at the Pirate assembly. The next time we see them they use the Batta GT-7000 to slowly approach the destroyed village, which had been ravaged by the animals, and start to look for their friends. No need to hold onto Franky and no need for Brook to lean back. They are looking around.

The sketch is clearly not the same scene as the one we see in the movie.

In conclusion the drawing is indeed a between the scenes drawing. And yes if there exists one, who is to say there aren’t more?

Talking about Animal-Bikes...

Is there any meaning about the fact that in the opening scene (that is part of the talked intro after the opening ‘We Go’ - a huge thanks to antiherofangirl, ccb0nnet, JFL_Estudios and Maems, over at twitter!) Franky and Robin build another grasshopper-based vehicle? Maybe not but I still feel like it’s quite a callback.

Where did the idea to put this in the beginning come from? a) an editor had the idea inspired by Strong World; b) maybe it’s another sketch that Oda provided.

Neither seems very far-fetched in my opinion.

So yes, I am very sure that Oda has drawn things that we would consider FRobin.

Now to the last point (the first being Oda having a secret sketchbook, the second me arguing that Oda might have drawn FRobin).

As I said in the beginning I’m very sure that at one point Oda did and kinda that he still does ship Franky and Robin. Because even though every Interaction of two characters can be depicted as romantic or platonic, Oda used ROMANTIC TROPES with Franky and Robin.

They have never kissed on screen but we had

finishing each other's sentences

coordinated clothes

one using the others lap as pillow

hand on cheek caressing

and we can’t forget that Robin had answered Franky's invitation to ride on another animal-themed bike with a heart.

Edit: I didn‘t say anything about „no romance in OP“ so ask again if you want me to talk a bit about that. Sorry!

Those are things an author of Oda's level would not write or draw without being aware about how teasing this is. He has to be aware that every single line he draws will be analyzed to the end of the universe and back. People earn money by saying their opinion and interpretations about the Manga on Youtube.

These interactions are not something outlandish like “There was once an Anime Scene in which Robin was wearing something blue and exactly 28 episodes later Franky was wearing something violet and then 39 episodes later they both stood beside each other for exactly 69 seconds.”

Whenever I think about these facts, things that are not about interpreting but are factual, black ink on white paper but also about the little things, about how Frank and Robin help each other to become better, how they support each other… I want to say YES! ODA IS 100% on board! While in reality I’m 80% sure and 20% of me is wondering if I’m not actually analyzing too much into it. If maybe he really is abandoning ship. Maybe I will become the person who will curse his name and throw my Mangas and fanfictions in an active volcano?

I don’t know and it’s impossible to say what is going to happen.

And with that I've concluded this answer, and it only took me around 2k words and four days.

[mandoalorian]

Hi 👋 hope your staying safe! Can I request something with Santi, please? Could you write something where Santi and reader used to be friends as kids, Santi having looked out for reader when she was picked on or if she fell over at school, but then after he graduated they lost contact until years later reader reaches out to him randomly and they reunite, maybe fall in love??

Sorry if it's strange, I'm going through something similar but I'm trying to get the guts to reach out to the guy, it's nerve wracking!! 😳😨 Maybe reading something will give me a boost 😂

Tinder [Santiago Garcia x F!Reader]

Word count: 1,700

Rating: 18+ I guess? I don’t know. Nothing explicit, it’s just Tinder is an 18+ app.

Warnings: food mention, tinder mention, allusions to sex

Masterlist

Tinder. It was so tedious. An app that had gained it’s reputation for being nothing more than a “hookup app” or even a “sex app”. It was associated with superficiality and laced with sexual innuendos. It was the app that had been accused of igniting modern day hookup culture. It was the app that Santiago Garcia frequented every damn day. The man even paid a premium! It was a quick and easy way for him to meet girls for drinks and a quick fuck. It’s all a man like Santiago had time for. Falling in love wasn’t an option for him. It was something he’d never considered until Games Night last week. 

Once upon a time, Will’s small living room was just filled with him, Santiago, Frankie, Benny and Tom, but the head count had grown extensively over the past few years. Tom had reconciled with Molly, Yovanna and Benny had something going on, and now even Frankie was engaged to the blonde haired, blue eyed girl who sat quietly in the corner sipping tea and doodling in her sketchbook. 

Santiago didn’t mind the girls. In fact, he actually enjoyed their company, but their presence only had him yearn for something more. He’d never been one to think about settling down or starting a family of his own, but he felt an indirect pressure. Maybe trying out one long term relationship wouldn’t be so bad after all? But he was so used to his flings. How was he ever going to grow out of his commitment issues and find someone he could really connect with.

Truthfully, he’d already found her, about fifteen years ago.

You and Santiago Garcia were the best of friends. You used to do everything together; walking home from school hand in hand, singing and dancing when you thought no one was around, playing LEGO and building up jigsaw’s. He was your soulmate, in every sense of the word. But you can’t stay young forever and eventually Santiago left your small neighbourly town to join the military. And you never saw him again.

Which is why it was a surprise when you, half asleep at 2 am, and drooling on your pillow, lazily swiped right on his profile. You weren’t even paying attention. Just another tanned skin man with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. It was a haze, and your desperation to move on from your ex boyfriend had you yearning to meet someone new. You groaned tiredly, deciding you were never going to find someone as good as your ex, switched your phone off and shoved it under your pillow before finally getting some sleep.

At around 3 am, Santiago still wasn’t asleep, thanks to his roommate Frankie and his fiancée keeping probably the whole apartment complex awake. He pulled out his phone from his nightstand and checked Tinder. That’s when he saw you. Before even checking your name, he could tell it was you by that familiar sparkle in your eyes, and the way your perfect lips curled into a smile. It might have been fifteen years since he’d last seen you, but just looking at your photo made it feel like yesterday. He couldn’t contain his wide grin as he flicked through your photos. You looked just as beautiful as ever, and Santiago recalled the crush he had on you when you were both kids. He wondered how come you hadn't settled down already. He knew you always dreamed of getting married and having kids, with a big house and a big dog. So why were you on Tinder?

In a simple spur of the moment, Santiago swiped right.

‘It’s a match!’ the words blew up on Santiago’s screen and illuminated the dark bedroom. Streamers and confetti exploded around your photo; the typical thing that always happened when he matched with women on Tinder, only now it actually felt like celebrating. This meant that you must’ve swiped right on him too. 

You spent the morning the same way you always did, laying in bed and checking the notifications on your different social media. Just before you were about to get up, you remembered how you’d impulsively installed Tinder the night before and, on a whim, you opened the app to see if you had matched with anyone.

You scrolled through the eight matches you’d gained through the night, frowning and twisting your face in disgust at some of the profiles. You really hadn’t been paying attention to who you were swiping.

Your eyes went comically wide when you read the name at the end of the list.

‘You have matched with: Santiago Garcia! Say hi!’

It was like time had frozen and you read the words over and over again. Santiago Garcia. Santiago Garcia. Santiago Garcia. You wondered how many Santiago Garcia’s lived in New York City - or more specifically, only three miles away?!

You hammered your thumb into your screen to view his profile and you were blown away as you went through his photos. That was definitely him. That was definitely your childhood best friend. Although his hair was once dark and curly, it was now short and slightly salt and peppered. He had a slight graze of facial hair in all of his photos, and in most of them, he was seen to be hanging out with a bunch of other guys. Wait- was that Francisco Morales too? They were still friends?

You were so nervous to say something. Truthfully, if you had come across his profile at any other moment where you weren’t half asleep, and hopelessly desperate for love, your fear would’ve stopped you from swiping right. You’d been in love with Santiago since pre-school. It had been over a decade but you still thought about him every single day and cherished those long lost moments you spent together. 

But the reality was, that he’d swiped right on you too. He was interested in you as well! Which had to count for something. You took a deep breath and typed out the words “Hello :)” before quickly turning your phone off and throwing it across your bedroom. 

You sat bolt upright in your bed for a few moments, contemplating what you had done. You told yourself it would be okay and asked yourself what was the worst that could happen. You sighed and forced yourself out of bed to get ready for the day ahead.

Turning off your phone was a good idea because you’d actually forgotten about messaging Santiago until about lunch time. You flicked through the television channels, holding a lazily put together sandwich in your free hand, and landed on a dating game show. You considered applying, thinking about how fun it might be, when you remembered you might already have a shot with someone else. Santiago. You dropped your sandwich on the coffee table in a frenzy, ran to your bedroom and turned on your phone. The painful minute it took to completely boot up sent butterflies rampant in the pit of your stomach.

Santiago: Hey! How you doing? I gotta say I was really surprised to see that we matched last night. It’s been a long time!

Oh my god. He’d replied. He’d replied three hours ago and you hadn’t said anything back. Shit. You wondered if you had already blown your chances, but little did you know, Santiago had been holding out for a message from you for a long time.

You: Right...almost fifteen years, I think! I’m okay. How are you?

You pressed send and took a deep breath. It was okay. Just casual small talk. It would be okay. You slid your phone into your pocket and went back to eat your sandwich. No matter how hard you tried to focus on the game show, you just couldn’t stop thinking about Santiago.

“Santi! You got a new message!” Frankie called from the other room, taking a huge, messy bite out of a candy bar and picking up his phone.

“Frankie! I’m literally on the toilet… can it wait?” Santiago cried, face palming and chuckling incredulously. Living with his best friend for five long years meant that Santiago had become accustomed to interactions like this.

“No, I don’t think so,” Frankie mumbled, knotting his eyebrows together as he read the notification that had popped up on the screen. “Hey, are you talking to Y/N L/N from high school?”

“Wh- what?” Santiago asked, feeling his cheeks flush.

“Oh my God you are!” Frankie gasped excitedly, typing in his friend’s passcode for his phone and getting inside. “On Tinder!”

Santiago finished up washing his hands and walked out the bathroom, an unamused scowl drawn upon his lips. Frankie swallowed at his best friend’s expression.

“This has to stop,” Santiago warned, taking his phone from Frankie’s hand. “I love you buddy, I really do. But you’re getting married next Summer. You can’t keep trying to talk to me while I’m on the toilet!” 

Frankie laughed and rolled his eyes before getting back to his video game. 

Santiago was shocked to be reminded that you had remembered exactly how long it had been since you last saw each other. He began to compose his next message. You practically screamed when you felt your phone vibrate at the notification.

Santiago: I’m well, thanks for asking. Would you be interested in meeting up sometime for a few drinks? I’d love to catch up.

Drinks. A catch up. It sounded perfect. You already found your mind racing as you wondered what to wear.

You: That sounds great!

Santiago’s reply came fleetingly.

Santiago: Are you free tonight? X

Tonight was so soon… but you were free, and it felt like you’d been waiting forever to reunite with your childhood crush. And he felt the same way. It was so exciting for both of you.

You: Tonight sounds great. See you then :) x 

You and Santiago spent the rest of the day in anticipation to see one another. You didn’t know then, but the accidental Tinder encounter turned out to be the long lasting and perfect relationship both you and Santiago craved. The soulmates were reunited at last.

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“Honey.”

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a/u: Hey, everyone! Sorry its taken me so long to finally post, I hope you guys enjoy this longer one shot since you guys were saying how I should write longer ones. Thank you all so much for sticking with me through one full year, it means a lot to me and I hope for more great times in the future. I love you all, please stay safe and wash your hands.

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Snow began to fall in Seoul and the world renowned girl group, Twice, woke to its beauty coating the grounds below their dorm. Mina was the first to wake as she began to shiver, noticing how cold the dorm had become; she groggily sat up pulling her blanket with her as she sat up, ‘When did it become so cold?’ The ballerina shook again as she draped the covers over her body getting out of bed to turn on the dorm’s heater.

She squealed quietly as the cold nipped at her legs as she moved out to the hallway, being careful as to not wake the three other women in the room. As she opened the door she made quick work of the distance between her and the thermostat as she read the temperature, ‘55ºF, no wonder it’s so cold in here.” Begrudgingly, Mina took an arm out of the warm confines of her blanket cocoon and rotated the thermostat handle till, 80ºF, showed on the digital screen in front of her. The fourth youngest smiled as she heard the ‘whoosh’ of the vents blowing in the warm air, she sighed soundly as she made her way to the kitchen.

She took a seat on their shared sofa as she noticed her phone charging on the armrest, ‘Must have left it here last night.’ Mina shrugged as she unlocked her phone strolling through a few emails when an advertisement for her favorite shop popped up, showing a sale on new winter outfits; she made a mental note to tell the members when they all were up, but for now, she decided to pass some time as she logged back into a game she had recently gotten.

-Half an Hour Later-

By now, most of the members were either lounging in the communal area or in the kitchen where Jihyo and Jeongyeon were preparing breakfast together. Most of the food was done when Sana and Tzuyu came into the living area together, Jeongyeon smirked as she looked up from the eggs she was cooking to look at them, “Look who’s up. Have a nice quickie before breakfast?” The rest of the members glared at her when Chaeyoung smacked her on the back of the head with her sketchbook.

“Not funny, Unnie.” Chaeyoung said as she smiled at Jeongyeon.

But Sana and Tzuyu seemed unfazed by the comment as Sana simply shrugged, “I mean you guys were kinda loud, but it was pretty good, thanks for asking Jeongyeon-ah.” Tzuyu let a huff as a laugh when the members fell quiet.

Jihyo looked at the both of them as she placed the bacon she was holding on a plate, “You know what, no. Both of you just wash your hands, especially you Tzuyu.” Tzuyu glared at her when Nayeon let out a loud laugh from behind her phone.

“Just hurry up, breakfast is almost done.” Sana and Tzuyu nodded as they made their way back to the bathroom for the second time that morning.

When the couple came back to the table it was already set as the members took their usual seats as they thanked Jihyo and Jeongyeon, and began to eat. From where she was sitting Mina looked up from her eggs and directed her question out to the eight other women at the table, “I was wondering, if you guys would like to come with me to the mall today? There’s a sale on new winter items and I wanted to check it out, and I was wondering if any of you wanted to come along.”

Chaeyoung nodded as she took a bite of toast, “Sounds good, Unnie.”

“Sounds fun, Minari.” Momo and Jeongyeon said as Mina got nods from Nayeon and Jihyo.

Dahyun swallows her food, “Count me in, Mina Unnie.”

Mina smiles at her members when she turns her attention to Sana and Tzuyu, “How about you two?”

“It sounds fun, Minari, but Tzuyu and I have a few things to finish today.” Mina nods knowingly as she decides it probably best for them to give the two some privacy.

After breakfast, most of the members go back to their rooms to get ready, leaving Sana and Tzuyu in the kitchen as they wash the dishes together. Sana gently nudged Tzuyu with her hip as she hands her a plate to dry, she leans up to whisper in the younger’s ear, “When they leave you’re all mine, Tzuyu-ah.” Tzuyu nods as her face heats with a blush and she directs her gaze back to the dishes in the sink.

When Sana and Tzuyu were sitting back at the table, both on their phones when the rest of Twice came out of their rooms and waited in the living room for Nayeon to come out, “You good, Unnie?” Dahyun asked when Nayeon emerged from her room, the older nodded as they directed their attention to the two at the table.

“Okay, we’re going now, we’ll see you guys in a few hours. Try not to burn down the dorm while we’re gone, okay?” Jihyo looked at the both of them sternly.

“Whatever you say, Unnie.” Tzuyu said, not looking up from her phone. Jihyo shook her head as the seven left the dorm and made their way to the van waiting for them outside.

When the two were completely certain the other girls had gone, Sana immediately made her way to Tzuyu who was now standing from her chair; the older grabbed her from the back of her neck connecting their lips in a fervent kiss. Sana couldn’t help but smile against Tzuyu’s lips as she nipped at them playfully, making the younger girl squeak a bit. “How is it possible for someone to be so sexy and cute at the same time?” Sana remarked as she pulled away from Tzuyu.

“Ask yourself.” Tzuyu shot back when Sana pushed her against the table making her sit, giving the Japanese woman a better angle to kiss her.

“Pabo.” Sana said between kisses, Tzuyu couldn’t help but laugh against her lips. The now blonde places her hands on the maknae’s waist feeling her up as she begins to dominate their kiss, she loved the way Tzuyu moaned against her. “Okay, now I want to see you on the table wearing nothing by the time I get back.” Sana quirked an eyebrow at the girl as she let out heavy breaths, nodding, “Good girl.” With that Sana left the dining room and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge as she moved past a few containers to the back where she had hid a bottle of whipped cream she bought a few days before, praying Momo had not found it.

Thankfully, she found the bottle completely untouched with the seal still intact on the cap, ‘Thank Jihyo.’ Sana said to herself as she took off the plastic ring and threw it in the trash, shaking the bottle as she sprayed some of the sweet cream in her mouth, ‘This is good, but this will taste better on Chewy.’ Sana smiled inwardly as she walked back to where she left Tzuyu not too long ago.

To the Japanese woman’s delight Tzuyu did as she was told and was laying on the table, completely naked with her hands resting over her mound, dark curls hidden beneath her palms as Sana gave her a look over. Tzuyu couldn’t help but flush a bit as her elder’s eyes scanned her, she gingerly removed one of her hands from her lower regions and placed it over her breast as her nipples became stiff peaks, exposed to the air. Her eyes met Sana’s as she licked her lips, “Don’t cover yourself, Princess. You’re so beautiful.”

“But you’re staring.” Tzuyu softly replied back as she kept her hands in place. Sana shook her head as she moved next to the table, caressing Tzuyu’s cheek.

“I’m staring because you’re just so unbelievably beautiful,” Tzuyu’s body flushed again, albeit redder this time, “Plus I need to get this whipped cream on you.” The younger’s eyes drifted up to see the bottle Sana was holding, she remembered the talk they had about food play a few months ago but she couldn’t really believe Sana had remembered but, hey, things happened and Tzuyu was just as excited as Sana to try new things out.

So with a bit of convincing kisses, Tzuyu gradually dropped her hands exposing herself to Sana, “There’s my beautiful girl.” Tzuyu couldn’t help but feel the need to cover herself again.

“Uh, why do you have to be so cheesy, Unnie?” Sana smirked.

“Well, I’m sorry that’s how you see the truth.” Tzuyu groaned, but it was short lived as Sana shook the bottle again, “Ready?” Tzuyu nodded as she placed her hands to her sides, closing her eyes. And with that Sana set to work, a smile gracing her lips.

She began at the base of Tzuyu’s breast, putting a single line of the cream to outline her perfect breasts, as she moved to the valley between them once again spraying a single line down the middle. She then switched directions and moved to the top as she made a swirl over the girl’s nipple to Tzuyu’s amusement. Sana looked up to admire her work as she moved down to the plains of Tzuyu’s tight stomach, but before she could lay out more cream Tzuyu spoke up, “Unnie?” Sana didn’t look up, only letting a, ‘Uh huh,’ Tzuyu contemplated whether to tell Sana or not but she already started, so she tried again, “Mommy.” That made the Japanese girl look up. “Mommy, the cream is melting.”

Sana, let a groan, “Seriously. Screw the snow and the heater. Let me clean you up, Princess.” Before Tzuyu could process what she had meant by that, Sana tongue had dived to her breast. The heat of Sana’s tongue on her flesh caused Tzuyu’s brain to short-circuit, she couldn’t believe Sana was actually licking the melted cream off of her.

But, just as the younger thought it couldn’t get any better, the elder moved up to her nipple blowing a quick stream of air which made the Taiwanese girl shiver before Sana took it into her mouth, suckling it. Tzuyu let out a gasp as her hand shot up to the back of Sana’s head, pressing her face closer to her chest. Sana quickly let the nipple out of her mouth as she ran her tongue over it, biting it slightly, which made Tzuyu moan and gasp, “Ahh. Mommy, not too hard.” The younger had let out a whimper when Sana bit particularly hard, abusing the tip.

“Sorry, Baby Girl. You’re just too irresistible.” Sana breathed as she moved up to Tzuyu’s mouth, kissing her. The older parted her lips, slipping her tongue out and running it along the younger’s bottom lip, silently asking for permission; which was granted to her when Tzuyu parted her lips allowing hers and Sana’s tongues to get to know each other, as they began a playful dance of dominance. Sana began to trail her hand up from Tzuyu’s stomach to her breast, massaging the supple flesh as she moved to pinch the girl’s rock hard nipple; lightly pulling and teasing it, causing the younger to groan against her mouth as they parted.

“M..Mommy,” Sana moved her lips away from Tzuyu’s as she looked down at the girl.

“What is it, Baby Girl?”

Tzuyu whined at her Unnie’s words, slightly rubbing her thighs together to try and alleviate the growing ache, “Please.” The Japanese girl cocked an eyebrow in confusion of what she meant, until Tzuyu grabbed Sana’s hand and trailed it down to her weeping core, “Please, Mommy. It..it hurts, it’s been too long.”

Sana smiles at her words, kissing her way down Tzuyu’s jawline, “Soon, Tzuyu-chan. Soon. I need to get something from the kitchen, first.” But before the maknae could protest Sana gave a hard rub over her clit, eliciting an out of character moan from Tzuyu as the elder stood up from the table and made her way towards the kitchen.

Tzuyu couldn’t help but pant when Sana left her, furling and unfurling her fists as she waited her Unnie’s return, “I swear she’ll be the death of me.” But her realization was short lived as Sana came back into the room, with a peculiar bear shaped bottle in hand. “Unnie, what even is that?”

Sana let out a small laugh, “It’s honey, Honey.” Tzuyu groaned at her words, throwing an arm over her eyes.

“Jeongyeon Unnie and Chaeyoungie are really getting to you.” Sana simply shrugged, as she opened the bottle’s cap and with a brief moment of hesitation, she turned it upside down and let gravity do the work for her. Before their eyes sweet, sweet honey began to flow out of the bottle, as it coated Tzuyu’s chest and breast she made sure to leave a healthy amount over her erect nipples before she moved to drizzle some over her tight stomach. Then Sana stopped as she flipped the bottle right side up, as she looked Tzuyu over.

“Are you okay with,” Sana gestured with her hand to the honey coating her body, “all this?” A moment of silence passed between the two before Tzuyu spoke up.

“Of course I’m okay with it, Mommy, I trust you.” Sana couldn’t help but smile as she placed a kiss to Tzuyu’s lips, careful as to not get any of the sugar sweet substance on herself as she pulled away and grabbed the bottle once again; she made her way down to her favorite part of Tzuyu (aside from her personal “honey pot”). The girl’s thick thighs didn’t go without a generous coating of the sticky liquid before the Japanese girl had thrown the bottle elsewhere in the room. As Sana couldn’t help but practically drool over the perfection in front of her, making the Taiwanese girl once again start squirming. “Please, Mom–“

Tzuyu couldn’t help the whimper that came out of her mouth when Sana moved her tongue over her breast, lapping up the honey that coated it. Eliciting a low groan from the girl below her as the warmth of her tongue sent sparks across her body, causing her hips to buck up slightly. “Patience, Tzuyu-ah. I’ll give you what you want, if you can be a good girl long enough for me to get there.” A smirk played on Sana’s lips as she eyed the younger girl, her tongue flicking out to lap up more of the honey coating her breasts. The Japanese girl let out an over-exaggerated moan as she savored the honey covering Tzuyu’s body.

The sound made it harder for Tzuyu to not cant her hips toward the older girl’s knee which was placed just out of reach of her aching core. A pout was visible on the maknae’s lips as her hands were balled into fists at her sides trying her best to not beg the older girl for more. Sana couldn’t help but internally smile as she watched Tzuyu struggle under her, taking in the way the younger’s breath would hitch every time she licked up more of the honey or how her thighs shook when her teeth grazed at the sensitive spot where her legs and hip met.

Sana enjoyed all of it, and by the looks of the wetness that was coating Tzuyu’s thighs, she did too. Speaking of that wetness, Sana knew she had drawn out her foreplay longer than the younger could probably handle at this point, so she decided that it was probably time to give the girl what she so desperately wanted. The Japanese girl trailed a few more kisses along Tzuyu’s inner thigh, slowly making her way closer and closer to where the younger girl needed her most. Where she’s been wanting her for the better part of a half-hour.

“You’ve been so good for me, Princess. Now let me give you your reward.” Sana’s tongue licked from the base of Tzuyu’s pussy, stopping as she swirled her tongue around her clit before sucking the bundle of nerves into her mouth. The surge of pleasure causes the younger girl’s hips to rise off the table and buck into Sana’s mouth, chasing after the stimulation she’d been craving. A loud moan ripped out from Tzuyu’s throat as Sana stopped suckling her clit and inserted a finger into her pulsing entrance, making sure she was relaxed enough before sliding in a second finger to join the first as she pistoned into the tight heat that was, Chou Tzuyu.

Tzuyu cried out as Sana’s fingers slid through her wetness, testing her entrance before sliding deep inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sudden stretch, but she was slick and ready. All she felt was pleasure as Sana’s fingers hooked into her front wall. Each motion sent a sudden spike shooting through her core, and her shudders worsened as Sana surged on top of her. The sheer strength of each thrust rocked Tzuyu back and forth, causing her to slide across the mat, but she hardly noticed. She was completely at Sana’s mercy, covered by the hard, muscular heat of her body.

Once Sana started, it was clear she had no intention of stopping. Her strokes were rhythmic and insistent, and Tzuyu could do nothing but surrender. She buried her face in Sana’s shoulder, sinking her teeth into the cord of sweaty flesh, but the slight pain didn’t distract Sana from her goal. She remained as determined as ever, pumping in and out with such force that Tzuyu could barely breathe through it.

I’m going to come. It was an undeniable fact. Tzuyu knew there was no point in resisting, and yet, the thought of letting go was slightly terrifying. Thanks to Sana’s attentiveness and skill, she normally had no problem reaching her peak, but this time, she was rising at a rate completely outside her control. She feared she might not just let go of the tension building within her, but shatter completely. She was already on the verge of shaking to pieces, with only Sana’s weight atop her to keep her anchored.

Sana’s voice vibrated near Tzuyu’s cheek, a low and possessive growl. “So warm. Tight.” She added a third finger, grinding the heel of her hand into Tzuyu’s clit. “Gonna make you come.”

The certainty of those words made Tzuyu’s stomach twist into knots. She and Sana had spent several enjoyable months living together, learning everything about each other—including their bodies. But this? The intensity was staggering. Tzuyu had never experienced it before, not yet with Sana, not ever with anyone else. But…

Part of her wanted to let go, to find out what would happen. No, not just wanted—she needed it, with a desperation that she could scarcely process while Sana drove into her like an animal. Please . It started out as a thought, but quickly became a plea, one that spilled from Tzuyu’s lips over and over. “Please, please, please, Mommy, please…”

Sana didn’t slow down, but neither did she narrow her focus. She kept thrusting, relying on energy instead of precision, and the edge of her palm rubbed Tzuyu’s clit with every upward stroke. “Come for me,” she rasped beside Tzuyu’s ear, tugging the lobe between her teeth.

The slight pinch of pain was the beginning of the end. Tzuyu went rigid as a host of competing sensations collided within her—the deep, demanding pressure of Sana’s fingers, the elastic of her panties cutting into her flesh where they were stretched out of place, the wetness leaking down her legs. The flexing of Sana’s abdominal muscles against her belly overwhelmed her, as did the hot bursts of Sana’s breath against her neck. It all coalesced into one final push, spearheaded by the insistent flexing of Sana’s hand.

Tzuyu’s release was just as devastating as she had feared, and more wonderful than she could have hoped for. It sent fire coursing through her muscles and set her limbs to trembling. Her shudders were powerful, constant, uncontrollable, but the simple act of breathing was completely beyond her. The few gasps she managed turned into wailing cries, and those were swiftly swallowed by Sana’s mouth as the two of them found each other in a kiss.

Too much. It was all too much: Sana’s deep thrusts, the way Sana’s tongue swept through her mouth, the contractions that rippled through her core until she saw stars. She felt uncomfortably vulnerable, stripped bare in a way beyond the physical, and yet she couldn’t help yearning for more. She raked her nails down Sana’s back, bucking into each thrust. Her mind and heart were being pulled in several directions at once, but her body knew exactly what it needed.

By the time her orgasm faded to aftershocks, Tzuyu was panting and drenched in sweat. The table was a mess, and Sana’s fingers and forearm dripped with still more wetness. Although she didn’t have much coordination left, Tzuyu reached down to cup her hand over Sana’s, urging her to stay. Naked and raw as she was, Tzuyu couldn’t handle the thought of losing the fullness within her.

A soft smile played on Sana’s lips as she stared at the girl under her. She could feel how Tzuyu breathed in deep to catch her breath, finally opening her eyes to face Sana as brown met brown. A lazy smile decorating Tzuyu’s face as she tilted her head for Sana to kiss her.

A kiss that said more than any words they could have spoken in that moment. Sana trailed a hand up to Tzuyu’s shoulder as she ran a finger along her collarbone, noticing the marks she had left. “Not to ruin the moment, but we should probably clean up before the others come home and find us like this.”

The younger smiled, “They tease us all the time for all the things they think we do, so they shouldn’t be surprised to see us here.” Sana let out a small laugh as she shook her head.

“As fun as payback can be, if they find us like this they’re gonna burn this table and kick us out of the dorm.” Tzuyu pouted, as she wrapped her arms around Sana’s waist.

“Fine. I’ll be in the shower.” Sana rolled her eyes as she placed one more peck to Tzuyu’s lips as they got down from the table. The younger making her way to the bathroom, and Sana to the dorm’s cleaning supply cabinet.

-

Steam filled the bathroom when Sana and Tzuyu finally stepped out of the shower, smiles on their faces as the older began drying her hair. They had heard the others come in as soon as they stepped out. But there seemed to be something Sana was forgetting.

That’s when Jihyo’s voice suddenly filled the dorm, “Who threw honey on the couch!” Both Tzuyu and Sana looked at each other with wide eyes as a similar thought crossed their mind.

“Back in the shower.”

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Sinners & Saints-Chapter 14

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Chapter Fourteen

The tender ride to the island had Claire’s last nerve in shreds. She was very afraid of having her chip taken out today, even though Jamie already tested the safety of the procedure the day before. The four of them split up at the front of the clinic, Darius and Maia would hang out at the back door of the facility just in case the good doctor made a run for it.

Jamie held Claire’s hand and scowled at the nurse during check-in. The doctor saw them and abruptly turned around but was soon escorted back by Darius. The nurse was decidedly unfriendly today which added another layer of stress to the procedure. Jamie just wanted it over with and pulled Claire to the treatment room when they were called.

The doctor thankfully started with a shot of Valium that put Claire out completely. It was a little unnerving. Claire was not a rambunctious mover when she wasn’t sedated, but this complete stop even unnerved the doctor, so he put a monitor on her heart. Jamie held a glass jar out for the doctor to drop the bloody implant into before closing the incision. He knew women had a thing about their upper arms looking nice, so he watched every stitch closely.

Jamie handed the doctor ten one-hundred-dollar bills and they left as soon as Jamie could wake her up. Claire smiled continuously and said hello to everyone they passed. She stopped to pet a lady’s purse and asked what its name was. Jamie was struggling to keep her walking in a straight line and if he stopped she would go off in another direction, so it took multiple attempts to call Darius.

Once Claire was in the tender, he searched for Darius and Maia, hoping they would hurry. The inebriated Sassenach needed to be locked in her room until the Valium wore off. Everything almost went south getting her onto the aft deck when she fell backward. Jamie was able to catch her before she slipped into the ocean. He was so rattled, he put Claire to bed and watched her from a nearby chair. Maia came in with a tray of food and agreed to sit with her so Jamie could get his sketch pad. He was intrigued by the locals, the tone of their skin, their gestures, and facial expressions. While Claire slept, Jamie roughed in the scene he wanted to paint and the remainder of the day was uneventful.

Jamie had given up hope that Claire would wake up that day. He wanted to talk about Danny and the extraordinary things she said and knew about his paintings, even those not done yet. It would have to wait until tomorrow he decided and slid his sketchbook into his bed table.

Claire’s eyeballs peeked out from under their lids at first light. She could hear the rhythmic breathing of her husband next to her, so she knew it was very early and after almost twenty-four hours of sleeping, she needed to get up. Adso had other ideas and did nothing but purr when she stroked him.

Sipping delicious coffee on the foredeck, the sun energized her to feel more alive by the minute. There was movement on Danny’s yacht and she watched the peculiar crewman standing on the foredeck holding a flat of flowers like a statue. How odd, she thought, until she saw Danny’s head pop up and take a handful of young Petunias before dropping out of sight again. She forced herself to stop looking and jumped at the vibrating cell phone next to her. Javier was the only person who called so she picked it up and said his name.

“Javier!”

“No darling, it’s Danny, do you remember giving me this number? If not, I’m sorry to intrude. How are you on this beautiful morning?”

“I feel amazing today, and you?”

“Very well indeed, but I could use a hand with these young plants if you have a moment.” She chuckled, “I apologize for being unacceptably straight forward, dear, please forgive me.”

“No, no, I would love to help, plant flowers? On your boat? I love gardening but never considered doing on a boat. Yes! I would love to help you, Danny. I see your tender is out, can someone come and get me in ten minutes?”

Claire left a note for Jamie and got into the tender waiting for her at the aft deck. She was excited to see Danny again and planting small flowers, however weird that was on a boat, was the perfect activity for her energized morning.

Danny smiled brightly when Claire walked onto her deck, removing her gloves to shake her hand warmly. The tender engines screamed away until it was clear of the yacht, then the crewman pulled the steering wheel harshly for a nautical-donut that launched the young man sideways, splashing down about twenty-feet from the tender.

“Oh my God!”

Danny held her arm before she could jump overboard and rescue the man. “Don’t worry about the cub my dear, he has a racer’s heart and can’t help himself. I had the tender engine modified so when someone let’s go of the throttle it stops moving. He’s fine,” she giggled. “Let me show you our chore for this morning.”

Claire followed Danny along the side deck to the other end of the enormous yacht and stepped down to the foredeck. She watched her step descending the six steps and noticed greenery around her feet and heard the most amazing music. Once on the deck, she looked around at the beautiful garden Danny had created. There were large trees, many bushes, vines, trellis clinging roses, a proper rose garden, and planters overflowing with pansies in every color that lent their sweet smell to the air.

“This is amazing, Danny! It is the last thing I would expect on a boat. It is beautiful but what happens during a storm?”

“If we can’t outrun it the planters are wheeled into a garage beyond that door. You just lift a bit on the end of the planter and the wheels pop out.”

“Oh! That is so clever! Well, I’m ready, where do I start planting?”

Danny showed her an empty planter and they discussed what levels and colors should be included then Claire got to work. When Danny came to check on her a bit later, the planter was done. She and Danny took turns watering the expansive deck full of flowers and talked as they worked.

“Have you always loved to sale or yacht?”

“No, I bought this yacht to get away from my son who wants to put me in a home. Turns out I really like the freedom, the people, and my crew.” She regarded Claire for several minutes and finally spoke to her about the joys of being nosy.

“My dear, I was raised strictly, trained in social graces at the best boarding schools, I was a debutante, and my family is at the top of the social food chain so to speak. I caught a fever in my early thirties that killed my husband and put me into a coma for a month. I had a lot of time to think before I woke up and I was a changed woman from then on. The first change was I spoke my truth, whatever that was. Let me demonstrate.”

Claire was delighted with her perky and fun attitude and listened closely.

“You, my dear, might spend the entire time asking socially acceptable questions and never get an answer to the question that burns in your mind. Give it a try, what do you want to ask me?

Claire watched Danny encourage her to speak up and she finally blurted out “how can you afford this boat and live-in crew? Oh God, it’s none of my business Danny, please forgive me!”

Danny stood straight and held her head high, “nonsense! When I tell you the answer, we will be friends and I want to be your friend so come inside, out of the sun for some refreshment while I explain.”

Claire pulled off her deck shoes and looked up as a glass wall opened to the formal saloon. She was struck dumb as her eyes took in the exquisite furniture and art in the massive room. There was a double grand staircase that went up to the second floor of living space and the boat seemed to go on for a mile. She was barely aware of Danny talking to her until she felt her hand slip through her elbow, leading her through the saloon.

“I can see that you like my floating home, and now there are two burning questions, are there not?”

“What…what does the rest look like?”

Danny chuckled and led Claire on a tour of luxury and abundance she didn’t know existed. The artwork was exceptional and they chatted about several of the artists. The formal dining room could serve twenty-four people comfortably with another dining room for everyday use. The floor to ceiling windows provided a stunning view with glass doors spaced to provide fresh air and an exit to the side deck. Beyond the double staircase were Danny’s expansive office, sitting room, private atrium, and bathrooms as big as Claire’s bedroom. All the flooring was Italian marble that also lined the walls of the shower, which you could fit a basketball team in.

“I don’t stay in these rooms, too big. I live in one of the staterooms and it’s just right for me.”

“What? Why? My God Danny, this is so beautiful it’s making me emotional.”

Danny showed Claire the private deck with a hot tub, full bar, outdoor shower, and lounges big enough for two. They continued the tour to the upper decks, four of them, a large movie theater, an upper saloon that was a bit more casual with flatscreen televisions that appeared when a button was pushed, a bar that looked fully stocked, and a foredeck with formal dining. Another level was dedicated to a full-sized gym with all the equipment, free weights, benches, a huge screen for watching aerobic videos, two saunas, a huge hot jacuzzi, and a running track that circled the enormous room.

They stepped into an elevator made of glass and went down to the lower deck with a large swimming pool and waterfall. The glass wall in front of the pool opened completely to the aft deck that was set up like a beach party with two bars, outside showers, lounges, and a closet full of towels. Danny pulled Claire’s hand and they were somehow back on the main deck walking through the expansive galley that included four of every major appliance needed for entertaining, four commercial refrigerators, freezers, and dishwashers, a two-hundred bottle wine cellar, and huge tables for food preparation.

Claire was in luxury overload and felt sad she would forget half of what she had seen.

“I wonder if you would accompany me for lunch and the second question you asked?”

Claire was delighted to spend more time with a woman she was really starting to like. Danny led her out to yet another private deck off the galley that was smaller and more intimate with a small table for two already made up for lunch. She picked up the phone and spoke to someone about a sore ankle, asking questions that made Claire feel she was really concerned about the person on the other end. Then she ordered avocado toast and tuna stuffed tomatoes with several side dishes and iced tea. Claire was overwhelmed by the experience and the calming water around the deck, about thirty feet down she guessed. When the food came, a muscular young man brought the plates stacked carefully up and down his forearms which were transferred to the table with no apparent effort. He limped away.

“You are very quiet dear Claire. Oh, you’re starving, poor thing, I don’t imagine you had much to eat yesterday.”

Claire’s head jerked up to look at Danny, smiling at her cheeks stuffed with food. How would she know about no eating as she slept yesterday away?

“Well, you eat while I tell you who I am and maybe what I hope to be to you sweet girl.”

“My birth name is Sepora Cornelius Meyer. My grandfather immigrated to America from Poland and worked in a small grocery until he learned to speak English. He purchased the store eventually, but I digress. Everything my grandfather touched turned to gold and he reinvested every dime he made in oil, real estate, and steel. The short version is he became rich and celebrated before he died, leaving a son to take his place, my father.”

The young muscular man came out with plates of cheese and fresh vegetables that were bite-sized. While Claire crunched on carrots she looked to Danny with anticipation.

“Things were different then. The household adopted the opinions of the father and never questioned. They had more money than could ever be spent but an idle life was not allowed, so my father worked, starting at the bottom, learning the business of steel, oil, and real estate. He was quite a man, my hero, never to be replaced.”

Claire waited and crunched celery while Danny took several tiny bites of her avocado toast.

“Before my brother died, poor Alfred, my life was positively glorious! Boarding school in France and Sweden, summers in various countries with my friends, and beautiful parties during the social season where we could be in the same room with boys our age. It was such fun. When we buried Alfred, all that changed. No more school, no more summers away, and parties became a new kind of classroom where I would learn from watching the men. I didn’t like it one bit so I stuck my nose in the air through the first season and won myself a stiff neck and a cross father, more determined to ruin my life.”

“What took the place of school?”

“I spent dreadfully long hours reading communications from my father to other companies, banks, businessmen, and political people. When the steelworkers refused to let me take an active role on the production floor my father set up a small desk and chair and that is where I read stacks of documents. When I could finally wash at the end of the day, I pretended I couldn’t hear my mother saying I was now deaf from the ungodly noise of the production floor. She smiled and told me to set the table when my hearing came back or none of us would eat. I recovered quickly.”

“Did it ever get more tolerable for you?”

“Father planted fake letters, several of them during my second year leaning the business. Brazen mistakes in accounting, materials, even which political party he supported. I missed them all because I was daydreaming of lovely parties or who I would marry. Father became distant and terribly unhappy and one night I heard him talking to mother about his shame over not having a qualified heir to lead the business. He was so sad and it broke my heart hearing his defeated voice. It took about a minute to realize I was an utter failure to the most important man in my life.”

“Oh, Danny, how could you know how important it was for you to learn?”

“He and mother both told me and I didn’t listen, until that night. After that, he would hand me a stack of documents and I ran back to his office for more, asking questions about certain decisions and correcting the math where I found mistakes. It took several days to convince him, but soon I was waiting for him to come down the stairs for our walk to the office and I pumped him with questions along the way. It seemed like he grew three inches but it was the weight of defeat getting off of his back, allowing him to stand straight and proud, beaming his smile to the world. I was never so happy, or relieved, to know I wasn’t a failure in his eyes. And that’s all there is.”

“What? How old were you when you took over? Did your family keep all three businesses? How did you survive the depression? What was it like to be the leader of that kind of fortune? What …”

Danny smiled at Claire and her eyes twinkled. “I would love to tell you more after we discuss my coma.”

“What?”

“I had become my father when I fell ill. My loving husband had succumbed to the illness and I didn’t know it for over a month as I was deep inside myself. I could see how I distanced myself from real life to free my mind for running the business and such. When I woke up I had a new burden to suffer because I could see things in people. Their happiness, sorrow, who they loved, and who they were deceiving. It was like living in a nightmare that never ended. Young people from the best families would shake my hand and I would see their hands around someone’s throat, choking the life out of them. It felt like I had gone insane, especially when my mother had me committed and took over the raising of my son.”

“Good God.”

“You are feeling my pain at the moment because you are an empath, dear Claire, and those that confide in you feel they are truly understood for the first time. It is a rare quality.”

“I think everyone feels the way I do.”

“Wouldn’t that be lovely?”

Claire heard a loud whistle and looked across the water finding Jamie and Darius standing in the tender holding spears up with two large fish impaled. She smiled and clapped a bit in the air, suddenly wanting to wrap herself around her husband.

“Thank you for spending time with me today, Claire. I hope to see you again, but it is time for me to rest. The cub has a boat race later and I will need my strength to endure it.”

Danny walked Claire to the aft deck and was truly surprised when Claire hugged her, thanking her for everything. Jamie helped her into the tender and she waved to her new friend who watched them smiling, until she disappeared into her own boat.

Jamie, Darius, and Maia, were asking about Claire’s morning making her uncomfortable with keeping Danny’s confidence about all she told her. She finally went to her room and drew a bath with bubbles to idle away part of the day.

“Everything alright, love?”

“No.” She looked at Jamie’s handsome face, “I miss you, although I don’t know how that could be.”

“I do, because I miss you too Sassenach. I came to ask you to go to the island with me today. I want to take some pictures of the five lads that will be in the painting. After that, we can play, have dinner, or drinks. But it is a date so look your best, like you do right now, mo chridhe.”

“What, here in the bath?”

“No, that wouldn’t be right unless we stayed right here.”

Jamie smiled and tried to grab her getting a wet sponge in the face for his efforts. Claire pulled the plug and stepped into the shower so Jamie could wash her hair.

When he came back an hour later, Claire was sitting on the deck in a pretty yellow dress that reminded him of something. She had straightened her hair and wore makeup to add the exotic dimension to her eyes. He slid his arms around her waist and asked if she was ready to go.

Once on the island, it wasn’t hard to find the five boys that hung out together. Jamie explained he was painting a picture and they were in it which caused quite a ripple in the calm of the afternoon.

Jamie took several pictures of each of them, close up of the face, one showing some mannerism, the other a body shot. He showed them and they laughed. Once Jamie sat down to sketch, Claire called them to her and when they realized how friendly, and pretty she was, they showed off for her trying to outdo the others. The sun was shining off her hair and shoulders and her smile was like a beacon on her tanned face. Jamie laughed at the playfulness of the boys he guessed to be fourteen to eighteen. Gentle, beautiful boys who had taken over his creative mind. Jamie packed up his paper and tools and they bid the boys goodbye to wander around town.

Jamie could see Claire’s shoulders getting red in the sun and pulled her into a dress shop that had a large section of hats, which he brought to her, five at a time. He chose a wide-brimmed hat and the shop owner was happy to wrap a yellow ribbon around it, tied in the back with the extra length hanging off the brim. They laughed and stole kisses and wandered aimlessly until it was time to find a restaurant and gorge themselves on local cuisine and whisky. Jamie slipped an arm around Claire when they left. If they had been more aware of the people around them, they might have noticed the stares, but they were in their own world.

Claire pulled her shoes off when they reached the sand. Jamie waited to be alone with her on the beach because the full moon provided all the light he would need.

“Sassenach, I have something for you.” He pulled her hand and she turned around with her tipsy smile and sparkling eyes. “God, your beautiful.”

“Do I get some sort of prize for something awesome I did?”

“Something like that.” He pulled a tiny box from his pocket and handed it to her.

She looked excited until she pulled the box open and her eyes fell on the diamond inside. She could not pull her eyes away from it.

“We can take it back and get something you like better. Just put it on, one time, and then decide.”

She handed him the box and never took her eyes off the ring. Offering her outstretched hand she watched him push it onto her finger, and then he pulled her to his mouth for a sweet kiss.

“Thank you, Jamie,” she whispered.

“Your welcome, love.”

Once in the tender, they moved slowly to the yacht, careful to keep the engine quiet as they passed boats and yachts with people sleeping inside. Claire moved to the floor of the tender and leaned against the inflated side and dropped her head back. She was looking up at the moon, directly above her, feeling deliciously happy, slightly buzzed, and ran her hand down her burning nipple. Jamie watched her tipsy arousal and wanted her naked under the moonlight.

When the motor shut off, she looked at him like he was all she needed for the rest of her life. Jamie crept toward her and pulled off his shirt and shorts. He wanted her to remember this night. The dress came off, as did the tiny thong she wore and he pulled her leg up and over the inflated side of the tender. He pushed into her body placing greedy kisses on her face and neck. He wanted it to last but seeing his naked wife and the way her breasts bounced with every thrust was his undoing. He couldn’t help himself, he let it go when her orgasm started and pumped his warm love into her body while she clung to him.

They laid in each other's arms and talked quietly, about love and what was ahead.

“Jamie, I want to buy a new tender. This is like an inflatable raft, so I suppose the previous owner had little use for it. It doesn’t feel safe, but it was a marvelous bouncy thing to make love on.”

“Of course, Sassenach.”

Jamie raised up on an elbow and looked around the tender in all directions. He pulled Claire up with a worried look and helped her dress before getting them back to the yacht. He held Claire with one arm and drove the tender with the other.

“Did you just turn completely around?”

“That I did Sassenach. Lay against me and rest, we’re almost home.”

When Jamie turned again she started giggling. “Sweetheart, are we lost?”

The motor started to sputter and lurch as the last of the gas was consumed. Claire could not stop giggling which calmed Jamie more than she would ever know. Claire dropped to the soft bottom of the tender and held her arms out to him.

“Come here, my darling man, and rest under the stars with me.”

Once she had twisted her arms and legs with his and laid against his chest, Jamie smiled at the moon and decided to relax. When they were dropping into sleep a huge noise woke them up and they clung to each other.

“What the fuck was that, Jamie?”

“It’s gone love, whatever it was. Rest now.”

Claire wasn’t relaxed and buzzed anymore, she was panting with fright and suddenly felt something very large push against her from under the water. Before she could say anything the horrendously loud noise was back and slimy cold water rained down on them.

“Jesus Christ, Jamie, what is that?”

Jamie suspected it was a whale that surfaced near them but had not formed a word before he felt something bump the tender. Claire started screaming as the bump came again, harder this time. Jamie pulled out his cell phone and prayed Darius would answer.

“Darius, thank God. We have a bit of a problem here.”

Something under the surface pushed on the tender again and kept pushing it until they were spinning around clinging to each other. Claire was screaming for all she was worth, and Darius was trying to sound calm for both of them.

“Do you see any lights, anywhere?”

“No, Claire sweetheart please don’t scream.”

“Do you have a flashlight? If you point it at whatever is beneath…”

“No.”

They were spinning in the tender pushed by something massive under the surface. Darius was running down the stairs as fast as his legs could go, worried they had drifted into the shipping lanes where they would never be seen before a gigantic cargo ship plowed over them, dragging them underneath it.

“Darius searched the water and saw nothing. “Jamie look up and tell me if you can see…”

“The sky is full of clouds now Darius, I can see nothing, it’s pitch black out here and something under the water is pushing us in circles. We need help!”

Darius noticed the lights coming on all over Danny’s boat and two bright searchlights swept the water for as far as he could see. He heard a tender approach and jumped in pointing a direction for the crewman to go. He had his phone on speaker and the young man was getting rattled by Claire screaming. He moved away from the throttle and told Darius to drive.

Claire was screaming the boat was going to tip over and Darius did his best to calm them down.

“Jamie! Hold onto Claire really tight and ask her to stop screaming, I’m in Danny’s tender and I’m coming to get you!”

When it was quiet Darius took a deep breath and played the only card that might save them.

“Be calm and don’t blow this, my friend. There is a flare gun in the water-tight compartment under the steering whflareIt is the only chance I have of finding you so ask Claire to sit perfectly still, take aim at the sky directly above you, and fire.”

A minute later the crewman pointed to a brilliant purple streak climbing into the sky, in the other direction.

“Did you see the flair from the water level?” The boy shook his head no, which meant they were very far away and Darius had only seconds before the flair extinguished.

“Sit down!”

Darius pulled back on the throttle and the dual engine tender launched in the direction of the flair. He noticed both searchlights were now directed at the ocean under the flair and hoped they could see the lights and know help was on the way.

Talking at that speed was impossible because the wind snatched your words away. Darius dropped the speed enough to tell the crewman to keep sight of the flair and then watch the smoke if it went out, then tap his leg when they were close. The tender jerked alive again, like a bullet shooting across the water. Darius was feeling frantic when the boy tapped his leg and he pulled up on the throttle. It was black as pitch above and below them and he knew his friends must be terrified. The boy put something in his hand, it was a flare gun!

“Holy shit, you just saved the day my man!”

“Jamie, are you there?”

“Well, I was about to hang up but decided to stay on a little longer,” said sarcastically.

“We have flairs, shooting one now, watch it for my direction.”

The bright red flair went shooting to the heavens. “Starboard, maybe half a mile.”

The crewman found an emergency box stored inside the bench seat at the back of the tender. There was a light that plugged into the battery port and it almost blinded them both. He held it high above his head and Darius shot another flair.

“Talk to me brother!”

“Portside, same distance.”

“What?!”

“We aren’t spinning anymore, it’s pushing us, a bit rough I might add.”

Darius could not wait. They had to take a risk if they were going to find them before the boat sank from something underneath.

“Your name.”

“Ethan, sir.”

“I’m Darius. It’s only right I know your name before risking your life. How do you feel about that..Ethan?”

“It’s what I came for, sir.”

“Perfect.”

Darius aimed the light a foot above the water and about 500 yards ahead. Once Ethan took the light, Darius pulled back on the throttle and kept his eyes glued to the direct path ahead.

Claire was on the edge of sanity after being bumped, spun, and pushed, by something large underneath the little tender. She couldn’t see anything in the dark black night except maybe a two-foot space that was lit by Jamie’s phone. She watched that space while Jamie talked to Darius and when an unexpected shape came up out of the water, caught by the dim light, Claire’s scream shattered the night and she fainted.

Jamie looked up at a large head shaped like a torpedo with an eye that regarded him before slipping back under the water. He held Claire on his lap and patted her cheek, begging her to wake up. Jamie was aware of another flare shot into the sky and realized he heard the gun go off this time.

“Darius! You’re close! Starboard and close!”

“Can you see my light, Jamie?”

Suddenly, there it was, like a hand reaching through the dark night to save them. He watched it until the white teeth of Darius’s smile materialized. Claire was rubbing her eyes and crying, waving at Darius in her filthy yellow dress.

Jamie pulled her to him, “thank Christ.” He reached for the rope and tied it tightly to the tow ring at the front of the tender. Darius heard the song of the Humpback whales in the distance and smiled at Claire.

“There’s your tormentor. Probably a female with a calf who had a bit of fun playing with the tender.”

Her ghostly white face peeked out from Jamie’s chest and he could see her shaking and teeth chattering. Jamie asked if she wanted to ride back on Danny’s boat. She moved to the side of her boat and looked down at the water before launching back into Jamie’s arms.

Darius slowly turned Danny’s tender around and moved the boat forward very slowly until the rope was taught and they were pulling the other boat. He turned toward them and asked them to lay on the floor of the tender and hold onto something. They were right in the middle of a shipping lane and Darius wanted to get them out of there pronto. He told Ethan to watch for bodies flying out and picked up speed gradually keeping the tow rope taught. Soon they were flying across the water until he gradually slowed down when the yachts were in view. Darius circled the boats twice, letting his wake provide resistance to slow the towed tender. Danny was waiting on Claire’s boat with Maia and helped bring Claire on board with teeth chattering and pasty white skin. The women helped her into bed and covered her with a quilt.

Danny sat next to her and pushed her hair out of her eyes. “I can’t imagine how terrifying that was for you. Luckily, your man is strong as an ox and would have beaten the sea thing off to save you.” Danny’s voice was soft and caring and Claire was so grateful for her help. Jamie is coming to warm you up and I hope you rest tonight dear. Goodnight.

Jamie and Darius thanked Danny repeatedly, not finding the right words to convey she had saved them tonight. Danny looked at Darius with a sleepy smile.

“You are rather good at what you do, don’t ever doubt that Darius. I saw your brave heart tonight and felt your relief when you found them. Quite extraordinary. Goodnight.

“Thank you for everything tonight ma’am.”

Darius helped Danny into her tender and watched until she was safely on board, the tender was resting in the garage, and the lights flicked off one section at a time. He knew the chance of finding them in time was zero without a fast boat and he felt the gratitude down to his toes.

Small arms circled his waist and he looked down at the incomparable Maia with her head tilted and her chin raised in a healthy come fuck me pose that threatened his very sanity. She would pull him back to earth and make him right again. He gave himself over to her.

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Chaebols: The Arrangement Pt10

Genre: Chaebols AU/romance/angst/fluff

Pairing: Kyungsoo x OC

Rating: M

Length: 5.1k

I highly suggest listening to It’s You by Ali Gatie and Without You by Mad Clown ft. Hyolyn

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edit by @lalahs85

Her art studio was turned upside down. At least it was form Jae-Eun’s perspective where she lay, sweaty and satiated on Kyungsoo’s desk. Inspiration had struck her in a dream, (a normal dream, the nightmares were few and far between) as she had gotten up to paint.

On the way out she grabbed one of Kyungsoo’s work shirts to cover herself and in the passion of painting, gotten medium on it. Oil paint is a pain to get out, if it will even come out.

Turns out the shirt was part of Kyungsoo’s forty-three thousand-dollar Brioni suit. One Jongin bought for his last birthday.

Later, Kyungsoo found her oblivious to the world and covered in paint.

A very serious scolding followed because though he knew she got caught up in her art, she needed to mind the things around her. In the middle of his rant, Jae couldn’t stop herself from dipping her paint brush in the cadmium yellow and dotting the color under his left eye.

His lips parted in surprise and he jolted forward. Jae-Eun squealed, dodging his advances, bolting across the room. She evaded him for a bit before he caught up to her behind his desk. His smile covered his face as he turned her in his arms and placed a kiss against her cheek.

Jae responded by pressing her thumb to the still wet paint and smearing it across his cheek before planting her lips against his. Jae-Eun never knew it was so hard to kiss someone when your smile was so big it wouldn’t let your lips pucker.

That smile has almost been a constant for the last couple of months. Kyungsoo and Jae-Eun were inseparable if they could help it. They still argued because they were both stubborn and opinionated, but that anger didn’t make it past bedtime. Talking it out before falling asleep was something they both believed was important.

They made it passed their wedding anniversary. As a surprise, Kyungsoo took her back to the island where they had honey-mooned, but this time there was only one bungalow, and they only ever left it twice. The first time was for dinner, the second was to walk the hiking trail, stopping in the same places to get pictures.

Kyungsoo wanted to replace the first set they had faked on their honeymoon, with real ones, for her. Accept the picture when she had surprised him. This time he reversed it, pressing a kiss firmly to her cheek. The resulting picture was Jae with eyes closed and an enormous smile across her face.

Where the first picture was the first thing she had sat on her desk at work, the second joined their wedding picture on Kyunsoo’s desk.

Baekhyun claimed they were the most annoying cute couple in the group, beating out him and Yeri, Yixing and Yan, Sehun and his new fiancé, Park Hye Jin, and Jongin’s girlfriend (who she had yet to meet).

Jae didn’t hate the title.

“I change my mind. You can wear any damn thing you want.” Kyungsoo’s labored voice brought her back out of her thoughts.

Their happy kisses took a turn when Kyungsoo discovered his shirt was all she was wearing. He’d lifted her off the floor and sat her on his desk. His hands found the shirt, only unbuttoning it made for slow work.

“Damn, Kyungsoo, the shirt is ruined.” She told him.

He understood, gabbing the panels in his fists, ready to rip the remaining buttons open.

“Shit, I can’t do it,” he released the shirt and resumed the buttons. With a laugh Jae joined him, hastening the time in which it would take to get his hands on her skin. He didn’t bother removing the shirt entirely, just filled those hands with tender, hot flesh.

When he joined them together it was a symphony of hands, lips, sighs, moans, heat and sweet. With their bodies held close, breathing the same air, they pitched over the edge one after the other.

Jae-Eun fell back, head dangling oer the edge of Kyungsoo’s desk, looking at her studio upside down.

Kyungsoo slipped his fingers into hers and pulled her back up to him.

“Mmm, next time it will be the Brioni jacket.” She teased.

Kyungsoo wrapped his arms aboutn her keeping her weakened body close to him.

“But you wouldn’t really though, right?”

Jae-Eun laughed, “No.”

“You want breakfast?”

Jae shook her head, “I’m going to get a shower and finish my painting.”

“It’s not ruined?”

“Oil paint takes longer to dry. I can get my shower come back and still blend that shit out.”

Kyungsoo chucked against her ear, a sound she was completely in love with, “I love it when you speak art to me.”

Jae slung her arm around Kyungsoo’s neck pulling him to her, brushing her lips against his. “I just love you.”

Kyungsoo moved her hand to press it against his chest. He did it every time she said the words. I never said it himself, but Jae-Eun knew it was his way of telling her how he felt. His heart pounded wilder than any drum could produce.

“Come watch a movie with me when you are done?”

Jae nodded. She felt warm and content in his arms. I reminded her of a little web comic she followed. Any time the main character came close to her love interest the artist circled them in a halo of pink, the darkest saturation of color just between the characters hearts. It was how Jae felt, saturated in pink.

She showered in a daze. The doubt was still there, that feeling of dread sat underneath the surface. But every day that passed lessened its intensity.

Kyungsoo had even stopped talking to Mi-Sun in any capacity other than work. Jae-Eun knew this cause Mi-Sun worked on a schedule coming to visit or bring her son at the same time every week. Time in which Kyungsoo now spent with Jae, in her office or at lunch. Any free moment they could find was spent together.

Accept for the times when he was with Chanyeol and Baekhyun. Jae was kept in the dark about their “business” but Kyungsoo promised he would tell her when the time was right. She didn’t like it, but after what Chanyeol gave up for her, Jae-Eun wouldn’t interfere or ask question.

Kyungsoo frequently sent the house staff home one day of the weekend, with full pay of course, so they could have a day entirely to themselves. It was usually spent in silence. They didn’t need to talk to understand each other, sitting together in the silence was enough. Then there were times when they stayed up talking about everything from her art, to their school days. He eagerly listened to every word, she said, watching in fascination of the passion in which she spoke with.

True to his word, her old room had been turned into a play room for when Yeri brought the kids. If she wanted to be serious, there were plenty of other rooms in the house for her to take if she wanted, but she had no plans to do so.

Their circle was expanding and so far, Jae-Eun really like the women, becoming quick friends with Yeri and Yan.

With work, new friends and being with Kyungsoo, Jae-Eun’s life was full. No matter what happened now, that wouldn’t change. She was happy in and out of her marriage.

When she returned to her painting, Jae-Eun again thought she agreed with her progress. Most of the dream she didn’t remember, just walking through the woods, the morning sun ahead of her, past the break in the trees. It felt symbolic.

It took a few hours to get to a point where she was satisfied. Jae would let it dry for a couple of days, then come bac and put in the last few details.

  She found Kyungsoo laying on the couch.

He was sprawled out across the couch, an arm behind his head his ankles crossed. Kyungsoo comfortable and content was one of her favorite sights. He was effortlessly beautiful. She was tempted the break out her sketchbook, this side of her husband was good sketch fodder.

"Leave the sketchbook where it is and come watch the rest of the movie with me." Kyungsoo's eyes never left the screen.

Jae-Eun couldn't stop the smile from forming. "And you say I know you too well."

He angled his head toward her, "Artist Jae has a tell. You raise your left eyebrow, squint your right eye and tilt your head to the side. I can always see when you are sizing me up for a sketch." 

He watched as she moved to him, crawling in between him and the back of the couch, cuddling up against his chest. 

"I can't help that you inspire sketches." She teased.

Kyungsoo's arm came down from behind his head, his fingers playing in the hem of her shirt.

"What are we watching?" 

"The original Count of Monte Cristo." His voice vibrated through his chest. 

Kyungsoo threaded the fingers of his free hand into hers, and they watched in silence as the falsely accused Edmund Dantēs finds his fortune and brings justice upon those whose betrayed him.

It was the moments like this, quiet and alone together, that made Jae-Eun feel optimistic about the future. There was no talk of messing things up, or failing, they just worked it out together. Kyungsoo wasn’t pushing himself to try, he didn’t have to anymore, he was just present. He wanted to be present, and that was what made the difference.

The movie ended, but other than to turn off the television neither of them moved. Kyungsoo inhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling slowly. Their fingers intertwined, played with each other. This was it. The Kyungsoo and Jae-Eun together, in the silence, just being.

Her feelings were thick in her throat. She needed a distraction.

Jae separated her fingers from his, and in one swift move jabbed her pointer in between his ribs.

He jerked, “Quit.”

She poked him again.

“Jae!”

A final stab sends Kyungsoo over the edge.

“That’s it!” he declares, both hands attacking her side. Jae-Eun screamed, launching herself across the couch from him. But he followed pinning Jae-Eun beneath him, his relentless assault had her laughing until her face was apple red.

“Stop!!” she shrieked.

“Say it first.”

“No!”

Her giggles and screams filled the room, echoed through the halls.

Finally, she relented, “Soo’s the best! Please, I can’t breathe.”

Kyungsoo hands moved to hold himself up. He watched with a smile as she struggled to catch her breath. Jae-Eun’s face was contorted into a half-happy-half-painful grin as she dragged lungs full of air in and huffed them back out.

Kyungsoo’s smile faded.

“Jae-Eun-ah.”        

She opened her eyes. Kyungsoo hovered over her, but his smile had disappeared. He watched her with solemn almost sad eyes. But today was a good day, Jae-Eun didn’t want sad.

Her hand came to his face, tracing the lines she found so beautiful. Kyungsoo leaned into the touch.

“God, I love it when you do that. I just…Jae… I…”

Jae-Eun shook her head, “You don’t have to say anything. Don’t say it if it doesn’t come naturally. You show me how you feel every day.”

He pressed his lips to her palm.

“How did I get so lucky?”

Jae-Eun giggled, “Cause our parents are smarter than we are.”

The smile returned to his face. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t do that, don’t put me on a pedestal. I make mistakes, I’m human just like you.” She hated that Kyungsoo tended to deify her. Like he was a lowly person and she was something to aspire to. The fact that he didn’t believe he deserve happiness hit her hard.

“You are my favorite human. I mean, after Jongin of course.”

Jae-Eun smacked his shoulder as they laughed. Her hand came around his neck, pulling him down to her, his lips to her lips.

She loved all of him. His gruffness, his anger, his gentle heart, his loyalty, his wry sense of humor. Their life together wasn’t perfect, but she loved their struggles as well as their successes. Jae felt they could overcome anything together, and it was more than she had ever dreamed for them. She felt the tears well up.

Ugg, why was she being so emotional.

Kyungsoo’s kisses, washed it all away. She didn’t know what the future had for the two of them, but Jae-Eun was happy with the right now.

And that was all she needed.  

  In utter exhaustion, Jae-Eun leaned back in her chair, throwing her arms over her head in a relaxing stretch. The rush of Monday was wearing on her, especially after a peaceful Sunday at home. She didn’t mind the grind, but today it was hitting her harder than usual.

Adjusting her watch to check the time, Jae-Eun decided she was going to call it a day. Most of her employees had retired for the day. She knew Kyungsoo had a schedule full of meetings, her plan had been to hold out and go home with him, but her body ached, and home was sounding more attractive every minute she sat at her desk looking over ad pitches.

If she was quick, she could pop in to Kyungsoo’s office before the next meeting and see him before she left. The probability of his getting home before she fell asleep was low, and she craved a few minutes alone with him.

Jae-Eun shut everything down and gathered her things from her desk. Stopping at the door, she patted the wrinkles out of her navy, high-waisted slacks and silk, maroon blouse then locked the door and made her way to the elevator.

She promptly cussed her self for wearing the shoes she chose today, a wine colored half- D’Orsay pump with a pointed toe and stiletto heel. They were beautiful and matched her ensemble well, but the height had her standing taller than Kyungsoo, which she typically tried to avoid. But they had been sitting in her closet for some time and needed to be worn.

Regret had her sighing as she exited the elevator, her legs were paying the price for her vanity.

Secretary Yoon smiled as Jae-Eun approached the desk. “The CEO has about ten minutes before his next meeting, I’ll let him know you’re here.”

“Thank You,” Jae-Eun sang as she walked ahead to his door.

Waiting only long enough to the secretary to announce her, she made her way into Kyungsoo’s office.

Her husband looked up from his desk, his doe-eyes peered up at her from behind his horn-rimmed glasses. His face seemed to light up. It made her stomach flip.

“You’re still here?”

She dropped her things off in a chair and hobbled to his desk as he came to his feet and walked around to meet her. Kyungsoo’s eyes angled up to hers. In her heals she stood just taller than him. Kyungsoo laughed at the difference.

Jae-Eun stepped out of her heels, thankful for the relief… for getting out of her heels and for stepping into his arms. His warmth, his scent rolled over her like liquid energy. She sighed.

“I missed you too.” he beamed.

She lay her head against his chest. “I wanted to wait for you, but I think I’m give out.”

Kyungsoo held on tight, pressing his lips to her forehead. “You should head home, I have a budget meeting, I may be here for a while yet. We need to get it done and this was the only time we could all get together. Everyone is busy with the new resort and some other endeavors.”

“I know, I’m going, I just wanted to see you before I left.”

Kyungsoo took her head in his hands and leveled her face to his. “Now you have seen me.”

He pressed his lips to hers, molding them together. Jae-Eun’s heart pounded as his lips gently played against hers. She leaned further into him, absorbing every ounce of him she could get. That part hadn’t changed, no matter how much their relationship had. Jae-Eun still took everything he was willing to give her.

Kyungsoo pressed one more tender kiss against her lips then leaned back.

“I’m sorry I won’t be going home with you today.” He tucked a rogue strand of hair behind her ear. “You do look tired. I’ll come in a little later tomorrow and we can have breakfast together. Even lunch, huh? To make up for today.”

Jae-Eun pouted, “Promise?”

Kyungsoo gave a little nervous chuckle, “I promise. Now stop being cute and clingy before I blow this whole good CEO thing and just go home with you.”

He leaned into her again, but just before his lips reached hers the buzzer on his work phone rang out.

Kyungsoo sighed, “Just five damn minutes. That’s all I wanted.”

He mumbled as he pressed the button. “Yes, Secretary Yoon.”

“Director Yoo is here for the meeting.” The secretary informed him.

“Send her in.”

He turned back, “I’m sorry baby, but the quicker I get this done the quicker I can get home.”

Jae-Eun painted a smile on her face. She didn’t really feel it, but it was for Kyungsoo’s sake. “Wake me when you get in.”

There was a tap at the door before Mi-Sun stepped in, a black binder pressed against her chest.

She bowed, “CEO, Director Lee.”

“Director Yoo,” Jae-Eun acknowledged, it was the best she could give the woman.

“Early as always Director.” Kyungsoo fumed.

“Yes sir,”

Jae-Eun turned back to Kyungsoo. “I’ll see you at home.”

Placing a kiss to his cheek she whispered, “I love you.”

Jae-Eun stepped back into her heels and turned to the door but Kyungsoo’s fingers closed around her wrist. She looked back as he brought her hand up, pressing her palm to his chest, holding it there as his lips drew thin in a satisfied smile. Like always, his heart pounded rapidly. Jae was void of any words. Kyungsoo didn’t do public displays. He rarely held her hand in public, so this was unprecedented.

Mi-Sun watched with wide eyes.

“Be safe.” He said as he released her.

Jae turned in a daze. Barely recognizing Mi-Sun as she left his office, too bewildered to even pull his door all the way to.

“Good night Director Lee,” Secretary Yoon called from her desk.

“Huh, yes,” Jae-Eun mumbled as she passed her to the elevator. But as the door closed Jae-Eun came back to reality.

“Shit.” She forgot her purse and phone in Kyungsoo’s office. “Stupid.”

Maybe she still had time to grab it before the other members showed up for the meeting. The elevator opened on her floor and she popped out between a couple of the marketing employees and hit the button to get an elevator going up.

Secretary Yoon gave her a double take.

“I forgot my purse, they haven’t started yet right?”

She shook her head.

Jae-Eun walked on hoping to grab her bag without interrupting him. But her hand froze on the knob at the sound of Mi-Sun’s voice.

“But you don’t love her like you love me.” Mi-Sun inserted.

Kyungsoo’s deep, taut voice replied, “You’re right, I don’t.”

Any other words were drowned in the white noise that turned up like an empty channel on an old television. She snatched her hand back as if the door knob had burned her. What had she just heard? What did it mean? The world seemed to crack under her feet.

Jae-Eun backed away, turning and heading back to the elevators.

“Director?” Secretary Yoon called, but the sound was muffled by the static that flooded her mind.

Slamming on the down button Jae-Eun, slipped into the elevator. But again, as the door closed, the noise died and Jae-Eun was left with anger. This bitch was messing Kyungsoo again, her husband, the love of her life. How in the hell was she supposed to just walk away from that?

Even if he did still love her, the woman was toxic. Kyungsoo would never be free as long as Mi-Sun was left uncheck to wreak havoc on his heart. Jae-Eun didn’t care if he didn’t love her the same. Someone needed to be a buffer between them. He may get angry with her, may hater her later, but she would no longer allow him to be held prisoner by a malicious, manipulative woman.

She hit the button for Sehun’s floor, exited and hopped the next elevator back up. Secretary Yoon watched silently as she stomped past, the carpeted floor buffering the sound of the heals.

Jae-Eun swung the door open and halted in the door frame. Her rage was fueled even further as she watched Mi-Sun, arms locked around Kyungsoo’s neck, lips assaulting his.

Lips that Jae-Eun had just kissed.

Kyungsoo’s hands held firmly to Mi-Sun’s hips. Jae-Eun slammed the door shut.

Mi-Sun jumped back at the sound.

“Well look what we have here.” Jae-Eun taunted. “And I’m barely out the door for five seconds.”

Terror spread across Kyungsoo face. “Jae, please, it’s not what you think.”

Jae-Eun stepped out of her shoes and ambled over to them, “Nah, you don’t know what I think, but I can tell you. I think… I’ve been a little too nice, for far too long.”

With anger boiling in her chest, she set her fist free. It was the second time in less than a year. Jae was not a physical person, but she was past a breaking point.

Having already been subject to her fist before, Kyungsoo anticipated the move, ducking back out of its trajectory, only the punch wasn’t intended for him. It landed center, in Mi-Sun’s face. Long, dark hair flew around as Mi-Sun fell back, landing hard on her ass.

Man, it felt good.

“Did you think I was just going to sit here and let you continue to manipulate him? I don’t care if he still loves you. This ends now!”

Mi-Sun pulled her hand away from her face. Blood covered it, along with the lower half of her face.

“You broke my nose, you stupid bitch.”

Jae-Eun lunged forward, but strong hands lifted her off her feet and spun around away from the bloodied woman. She jerked out of Kyungsoo’s grasp, arms flailing, ready to give him what-for as well.

“Calm down Jae-Eun-ah.” Kyungsoo urged. “You have to stop.”

Jae-Eun huffed, straightening her blouse again.

When he was sure she was under control, Kyungsoo turned away, pulling some squares of tissue from the box on his desk, then knelt down beside Mi-Sun to hand her the tissue.”

“Are you alright Director.” He asked her.

Jae-Eun froze. An image crept into her head. One where she was in a white dress, on her wedding day, and her new husband was knelt next to a pregnant Mi-Sun, looking her over for injury. His worry had been palpable. The entire room of wedding guest watched the spectacle.

There were no guests here to witness this. Only Jae-Eun. No one to see her heart finally shattering into the tiny splinters that would sit in her chest, festering into hatred, resentment, and regret. She was hollowed out. Jae-Eun could handle his feelings for Mi-Sun, she had up to this point. But for him to run to Mi-Sun’s side a second time… Suddenly she felt weak.

“Jae, I think you should go home. I’ll be there as soon as this is over, and we can talk.” Kyungsoo stood to lean a hand on Jae-Euns shoulder, but she evaded the contact.

“Don’t touch me.” She warned calmly. It was too hard to look at him right now. “You… are no better than she is.”

Jae-Eun pointed at the bloodied woman on the floor, “You two deserve each other.”

“Lee Jae-Eun, go home.” Kyungsoo’s voice was low and dangerous.

She backed away, with a crooked smile she said, “Of course, Yeobo.”

With the last of her energy spent, Jae grabbed her shoes and purse and walked out of his office for good.

  She wasn’t answering his calls. He wasn’t surprised, if he knew her well enough, she would need some space. But he couldn’t help hanging it up and dialing again.

Mi-Sun had been sent to the hospital to assess her wound. It took him twenty minutes to convince her not to press charges against Jae-Eun. And he wasn’t entirely sure she didn’t still plan on doing it. The meeting had been conducted without his accounting director and was finished, he should be going home. He wanted to be at home, but he knew the scene that would be there when he arrived.

He stared at the picture they had taken just a few weeks before, his lips pressed to her cheek, the smile that shown brightly on her face. She was so happy in that picture. That was all he wanted, for her to be happy, and he’d known for a while that he wanted to be the one to do that for her. Looking at her now, knowing she risked herself to stop Mi-Sun’s devious plans, his chest ached. But he had been so proud, his fierce, little wife coming to protect him.

He was so stupid.

Why had it been so easy for him to admit his feelings for Jae-Eun in front of Mi-Sun, when he had been fighting so hard to hid them from Jae, from himself. She, more than anybody, deserved the truth.

Scared as he was, he needed to see her, he had to explain the situation, tell her the truth. To tell her everything, from the very beginning. So he gathered his things and headed down to the parking garage.

Driver Hwang waited for him.

“Did you get the Madam home alright?”

“Yes sir. Right up to the front door.”

That was a relief. Kyungsoo was positive he would lose it if there was another L.A. incident. He hated that he had only discovered how deep his feelings for his wife were, when he was faced with losing her.

Things wouldn’t be how they were now if he hadn’t been stubborn and decided to deal with his discovery on his own. The truth of his relationship with Mi-Sun.

For so long he had felt responsible for the change she had gone through. From the sweet girl he fell in love with, to this hardened woman who lied to him, and used him. If he hadn’t left her alone in the states, she wouldn’t be this way. Whatever happened while he was gone is what had changed her, and it was his fault for leaving her alone.

But that was a lie she let him believe because it suited her plans. He didn’t know if anything she told him was true.

What he was told: Her parents were dead, she was living with a horrible uncle who wouldn’t let her come back to Korea, she had met someone else, but they broke up and she needs help getting home.

The truth: Her parents were farmers in the south, her uncle had graciously offered for her to stay with him in the states for an education, which he mostly paid for, and didn’t know of her desire to come back home. She had never broken up with that other man and had used the promise that they could be together to get Kyungsoo to bring her home and give her a position in his company. Then she brought the boyfriend over and married him.

One-week Kyungsoo thought they were going to be together, the next she was married to someone else.

Mi-Sun had played him from the very beginning. Telling the naïve rich boy exactly what he needed to hear to get what she wanted from him. And he hadn’t questioned any of that until Jae.

She made him realize he deserved better than that. Because while he took his pain and anger out on her, she remained understanding and supportive. He didn’t deserve her. He had gotten lucky because his mother and hers were best friends.

Lee Jae-Eun had set him free, and he hadn’t even bothered to tell her.

Driver Hwang opened the door for him.

“Rest well tonight, Ahjussi,” he told his old friend.

“Thank you, sir.”

Kyungsoo entered his quiet home to find Nari waiting for him.

“She’s isn’t here is she?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. His chest hurt, his lungs burned. It was like he was drowning. Damn annoying.

“No sir, the Madam came home a while ago, packed a bag and left. I believe there is a note for you in your room.” She informed him. Worry marred her eyes, as she helped him out of his jacket and straightened it out.

“I don’t know if I can bring her hack this time Nari. I should have sent that woman away a long time ago, but I didn’t, and it may have cost me the best thing in my life.”

Nari lay his jacket on the table and swathed him in a tight hug. “Oh, my sweet boy.”

Kyungsoo wrapped his arms around the woman who was like a mother to him and let the tears build up in his eyes.

“I don’t know what to do.” He barely managed to get the words out.

Nari held him at arm’s length. “Do you love her?”

He nodded.

“Then you do whatever you have to.”

Kyungsoo swallowed back the lump in his throat. The muscles ached from holding the emotions back.

“I don’t think there is anything I can do but give her space and time.” He told her. “Right now, I’m going to try to get some rest. It’s going to take a while since she’s not here.”

Nari released him, bowing as he made his way down the hall to his room. Just as she said, a note sat on his bedside table.

           I’m at Dae’s. Don’t call, I need time. -J

Kyungsoo let the tears fall.

“But I love you.” He said to the note. He’d admitted it to Mi-Sun, to Nari, and now to a damn note, just not to the woman who needed to hear it.

He would give her what she wanted. Kyungsoo had to have faith that Jae-Eun would come back to him. He could tell her the truth of what happened, give her the proof, the USB he held like his own life in his hand. And then tell her what he should have months ago. He loved her, and he was more sure of that than anything else in this world.

But before that, he had another matter to take care of. It was late, but he knew his friend would answer the phone.

So, he made the most important call of his life.

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V. DINNER DATE

“Why didn't you tell me you had the tongue of an anteater? It seems like something you would've brought up once or twice since we've been in such close quarters,” O'Shea inquired as the two women strolled down Rodeo Drive. As promised, after they finished lunch Skylar took her shopping to search for a gown for the conference as well as to reward Shea for behaving so well during her little experiment. Sky’s response wasn’t immediate. She simply chuckled before removing the Prada shades from her face and using them as a makeshift headband to tame her natural curls.

“One, you never asked, and two, I’m a lesbian and an expert in female anatomy. Not knowing how to eat pussy is a disservice to myself as well as to my profession.”

“Touché,” O’Shea replied. There wasn’t much she could say after such an explanation. With that, the ladies continued their trip, spending an obscene amount of money, but Sky felt like they both deserved it. After spending several hours in Chanel, Gucci, and Christian Louboutin, the pair had dinner and then retired to their respective living quarters.

Conference Day

O’Shea sat behind the desk, iMac open to her emails, sketchbook open to her latest design, and her iPhone blasting her Créme de la Pénis playlist. The sensualness of the sexually charged lyrics helped fuel her creativity when it came to new design concepts. Just as she was finding her groove, the music stopped, interrupted by an incoming FaceTime call.

“Yes Dr. Stevens?”

“Good afternoon, Ms. Powell, you look beautiful today.” Her heart fluttered at his compliment, but she wouldn’t dare let him know that. It the short time that they had known one another, he had unlocked almost all of her sexual kinks and they had yet to have sex. O’Shea was perplexed yet intrigued and therefore continued in the sweet torture.

“Why thank you, Dr. Stevens. What do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”

“Are you alone?”

“Skylar is in her office in the back of the store.”

“Are there any customers in the store?”

“Not right now.”

“Perfect. Grab a pair of headphones, I wanna try something.” Shea looked at the screen in confusion, but complied anyway.

“What are you wearing?”

“Well you can see my burgundy turtleneck, but I’m also wearing a leather pleated mini skirt, some fishnets and my black platform Doc Martens.”

“Mmm, that’s quite the visual, Ms. Powell. Think you can be a good girl for Daddy and play around for a bit?” The sexy voice was back and had O’Shea creating a puddle in her seat.

“That face is telling me yes, but I prefer verbal consent.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl, spread them legs for me.” As if she were in a trance, O’Shea spread her thighs and trailed her hand down to her pearl.”

“She wet?”

“Aquafina.” He smiled, revealing a new set of top and bottom grills, with the canines stretched like vampire fangs, with a dangerous glimmer in his eye.

“Should I be afraid?”

“Only if you wanna be, babygirl. But has Daddy ever given you a reason to be afraid?”

“Well it was that one time—”

“Girl shut yo ass up and pull that thong to the side.” She couldn’t help but laugh at his tone and his impatience.

“So how far does a nigga need to go with you to bring Bennie out the cage?”

“Why on Earth would you wanna meet her?”

“Well she’s clearly the one that runs the show. I just wanna see if she bout what she be talking bout,” his Oakland twang making an appearance ever so slightly.

“Be careful what you wish for, Stevens. Bennie doesn’t go back in the cage so easily when she’s summoned.”

“You let Daddy deal with that, Ms. Powell. Now like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, take two fingers.. stick them into that pretty mouth..get them wet.. and rub that clit nice and slow.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then that’ll be you all pent up and pissed off until tonight.”

“Touché,” she agrees. With that, her middle and ring fingers found her slickness, rubbing slow circles over her throbbing clit. She stared at the camera, biting her lip as his deep voice rumbled in her ear. Slow then fast then slow again she worked herself closer and closer to her release.

“You almost there, Princess?”

“Yes Daddy,” she whimpered, eying the front door as well as the door to the back office to ensure that no one caught her in her lewd act. This was the furthest she'd gotten with just her fingers in months. It had to be the combination of the movements and his voice.

“Good girl, now stop.”

“What?!” she screeched, as she was seconds from an orgasm.

“I just wanted you to get that pussy ready for Daddy. I’ll see you later on tonight.” With that, he ended to call, leaving her horny and pissed off in her seat. Her forgotten playlist was now a tease of what could've been.

“Skylar Moreau Greene!” she growled as she marched to the tiny woman’s office.

“I didn’t do it,” Sky answered, puzzled as to why O’Shea was disclosing her government name to the world.

“That blockhead friend of yours is about to come up missing!”

“What happened this time? You were just playing with ya pussy on FaceTime for him.”

“How did you—“

“Surveillance cameras, my precious.” Shit.

“Ok whatever. Anyway that nigga keeps getting me worked up and then leaving me hanging! I’m sick of it.”

“I thought you liked being edged?”

“I do when my release is the endgame. I haven’t cum in days! And no, I don’t want you to eat my pussy again even though that shit was IMMACULATE!” Skylar giggled at the admission. She’d been talking about it since the day it happened.

“O’Shea, sweetheart, I’m about to tell you something real. Erik isn’t like any other guy you’ll ever meet. His willpower and patience are unmatched, especially when he has a point to prove. The only way you’re gonna get what you want from him is by following his rules.”

“But this shit is dumb,” O’Shea pouted.

“Is it really dumb or are you just a spoiled little bitch?”

“Hey, hey! Lower your voice, ma’am. I’m in a vulnerable state and those are very triggering words.”

“I know princess,” Skylar teased, causing O’Shea to pout and stomp her way out of the office.

“I’m going to get my hair done!”

“Have fun!”

O’Shea left the salon two hours later with a large butterfly braid cascading down the left side of her face. Per Shea’s request, the stylist adorned the braid with gold charms and cording while the in-house makeup artist beat her face to the gods. They decided to go with soft glam on the face and lips, while adding gold glitter and false lashes for a bold pop. Once home, she freshened up and stepped into her dress. O’Shea stared in awe of herself in the custom ball gown Skylar had designed for Erik’s conference.

“My best friend is a flashy nigga, so his date has to match his fly.”

It was an Egyptian style white gown with gold accents and a cascading draped train. She completed the look with golden open toe high shaft stiletto gladiator sandals.

“If this doesn’t get me any dick, I’m fighting somebody,” O’Shea said as she admired herself.

Erik arrived promptly at 7:00. He stood clad in a black velvet suit with filigree detailing, black and gold Louboutin loafers, and his signature gold-rimmed glasses. His dreads were neatly braided to the back of his head and in his hands was a box of black and gold designer roses adorned with sparkling stones like the ones O’Shea had seen on Instagram. The man looked good enough to eat and though the sight before her had her essence pooling in her panties, Erik was still met with O’Shea’s attitude.

“I see someone’s still salty from earlier,” he taunted, noticing her cold demeanor.

“Whatever. Let’s just get this shit over with,” Shea fussed.

The ride to the banquet was quiet, too quiet for Erik’s liking, but he wasn’t giving in to O’Shea’s bratty antics. She needed to learn that she wasn’t the one in control of this situation and that she'd get the attention she craved whenever he chose to give it, but until then, he was content in torturing her every chance he got. He ran the tips of his fingers up the split in her dress, smirking to himself as her body inadvertently reacted to him. He watched the goosebumps spread across her skin as his fingers traveled further up her thigh and almost full out cackled at her pouting because he put both hands back on the wheel. He was sure he’d break her tonight.

O’Shea was awestruck once they finally entered the grand ballroom. The walls of the ballroom were ivory white with gold trimmings with four giant chandeliers lining the middle. Each table was decorated with black table cloths and accented with red napkins and red roses.

“Dr. Udaku, nice to see you again,” a colonizer spoke shaking Erik’s hand.

“Nice to see you as well, David. How’s Margaret?” Erik asked, not really caring about the state of the man’s wife but more so to move the conversation along. While the pair conversed about meaningless bullshit, O’Shea slipped away to grab a drink from one of the cocktail waitresses and admire the scenery. Erik caught up with her just as she'd downed her third glass, wrapping a protective arm around her waist.

“Tsk. You shouldn’t wander off like that, Princess. You'll get Daddy all worried.”

“Then Daddy should pay better attention to me,” she retorted. “And I thought your last name was Stevens. Who the hell is Udaku?”

“Mind your business,” was all he said before pulling her chair out at their assigned table. She pouted and fidgeted the entire time, making her displeasure for being there no secret to anyone paying attention. After about the fifth obnoxious yawn, Erik leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t forget you're a guest. Don't think that I won’t handle your tiny ass because we’re in public,” he threatened.

“Not worried.”

“Didn’t say you had to be.”

“Ugh, niggas make you cum once and wanna talk slick,” she spat.

“Once? That lil stunt in my office had you cumming way more than just once.”

“Nigga I’m talking tangible cum, physical orgasms.. and Shy has you beat in that department. Compared to her, your head game is mediocre.”

“Mediocre?!” he whisper yelled, causing a few heads to turn their way.

“I said what I said,” O’Shea answered, taking another sip from her champagne. He didn't respond and they sat in silence listening to the speaker.

After enough time had passed post spat, the pair began engaging in comfortable conversation with the other couples at the table. For a second, O’Shea had forgotten all about the dormant beast that sat to her left until his right hand found her bare left thigh again, squeezing the flesh roughly. O’Shea bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from moaning aloud, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Dr. Nigga as he continued his sweet torture. He kept kneading and squeezing her thigh, causing her to clench her thighs together. She was unable to contain the squeal that left her lips as Erik smacked her outer thigh, causing her to spread her legs.

“Are you alright, O’Shea?” David asked, genuinely concerned by her sudden outburst.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine,” she stuttered out. Erik’s face remained neutral as his hand continued its quest upward into her panties where he found her throbbing clit. His thick fingers massaged slow circles, causing her wetness to pool once again. O’Shea tried desperately to close her legs, but it was useless. With his free hand, Erik took a sip of his water before leaning casually over to whisper in her ear.

“Try to close them again and I’ll bend you over this table,” he threatened with another smack to her outer thigh. O’Shea whimpered softly as she looked up at him and then down to her lap where she could see his fingers working their magic on her sensitive nub, her dress pooled in her lap. After the speaker made a small joke, the room laughed politely and Erik smiled at O'Shea sweetly before leaning back down to her.

“Is Princess gonna listen to Daddy?”

She closed her eyes and nodded, too far gone in the pleasure. Eyes still trained forward as the guest of honor spoke, Erik moved her panties to the side and slid two of his fingers into her, making ‘come hither’ motions against her g-spot.

“Oh fuck,” O’Shea moaned as silently as she could manage before putting a fist to her lips, biting down on her knuckles. David's attention was drawn again and he looked from O'Shea who seemed to be in great discomfort to Erik.

“Erik,” he whispered aggressively. Erik's face was of someone completely uninterested in what was going on and David pointed subtly at O'Shea, “Help her,” he implored shamed by Erik's lack of attention to her condition as he was hailed to be a capable and sought after doctor.

“Do you want my help,” he innocently blinked at O'Shea who was breathing heavily with her hand at her mouth so not to cause anymore attention.

“O'Shea?” He watched her face in faux concern as if he wasn't the source of her unraveling. “I think you might need some more attention,” he smirked as David finally turned away satisfied with Erik's involvement.

Erik’s deep chuckle was back at her ear as he pushed his digits as far into her as they would go, causing her essence to gush down his knuckles. O’Shea couldn’t take it. The forbiddenness of what they were doing had her wetter than she had been in a while and her orgasm was building fast. She leaned her head on his shoulder, whimpering so that only he could hear.

“Erik please..”

“So sweet now,” he murmured teasingly. “Please what, Princess?” She had begun rocking her hips to match his rhythm and aid in her completion.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered as his fingers increased in speed, repeatedly stroking her gspot.

“Cum for Daddy, babygirl,” he purred, using his thumb to simultaneously massage her clit. She dug her nails deep into the rich material covering his thigh, biting her lip hard to mask her moan as her orgasm overtook her. David looked over to the pair, noting the sated look on Shea’s face.

“Are you sure you’re alright, O’Shea? You look flustered.”

“N-No sir. I’m totally fine.”

“She just needs some water,” Erik interjected. “Drink some water,” he directed O'Shea and she picked up her glass taking a sip and nodding. “She tends to get flustered in crowds. We're trying out a harmless little therapy tonight,” Erik lied as he pulled his hand from between her thighs, discreetly slipping his fingers into his mouth as David and another woman at the table listened with interest of the therapeutic method. The sight alone had O’Shea clenching.

“Isn’t that right?” he asked as he licked the last of her essence from his middle finger.

“Right,” she answered, taking a sip from the glass of water he slid in front of her since she'd finished her own.

“Ahem, if you all will excuse me, I’ll be right back,” Erik announced smoothly standing from the table and leaving the banquet room towards the hall of restrooms. O’Shea took a few more sips from the water glass as she tried to regulate her breathing. Meanwhile, David engaged her more in conversation mentioning relaxation techniques which worked to calm her nerves further. That was until her cell phone dinged in her clutch. She pulled it out to see one unread text message from Erik.

Bring yo ass here..

She bit her lip lustfully, as she slipped her phone back into her bag.

“Please excuse me, David. I need to get some fresh air.” With a confident stride, O’Shea, or should I say Bennie, made the short journey to the bathrooms where Dr. Nigga was waiting, leaning casually against the sink. His eyes traveled up and down her body hungrily as she stood before him.

“You gon’ take that shit off willingly or is a nigga gon’ have to rip it?”

“Nigga you will do no such thing,” she spat, planting her feet on the floor in front of him.

“Bet.” The harsh sound of ripped fabric filled the bathroom as Erik grabbed the split in her dress and tugged until the dress lay in two pieces on the floor.

“Bitch that was a $3,000 dress!” she fumed, his hand clamping tightly around her throat in response.

“What you just call me?”

“Bit—”

“Choose your words wisely, Princess,” he threatened as his fingers gripping the mound between her thighs once more, finding her throbbing core.

“That was an expensive dress Daddy,” she whimpered as she slowly starting grinding against his hand.

“You acting like Daddy can’t buy you another one, Lil’ Mama. I gave you simple instructions and you didn’t follow them so I handled it my way. Now look at you, grinding and clenching around my fingers like you deserve for me to let your bratty ass cum again.” He removed his hand from her center, sucking her juices off of his fingers. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, biting her lip as he stared down at her.

“What’s the matter, Lil’ Mama? You mad? You tired of me edging you even though you asked for this shit? Talk to Daddy.”

“I just wanna cum, Daddy. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“Oh you begging now? That’s cute. This must be the little girl in you. What was her name, Buttercup?” Her face heated. She knew he knew about all of her submissive personalities, but she didn’t expect him to bring out her Little Girl so quickly.

“Yeah, that’s my lil’ baby right there. You know, Bennie really hurt Daddy’s feelings earlier. She told me my head game was mediocre. You don’t think that, do you baby?” he asked as he stroked her cheek.

“I think I need to experience it again, Daddy. I don’t really remember.” He smirked before lifting her in his arms and placing her legs on her shoulders. He stepped closer to the wall so she’d be able to lean her body back and began feasting from her. His thick tongue snaked its way into her entrance, thrusting back and for the way his dick wanted to.

“Eyes on Daddy, Lil’ Mama,” he purred as he flicked his tongue against her clit before sucking it gently. He spelled both of their names against her clit, effectively drawing 3 more orgasms from her before settling her back on her feet.

“Daddy’s baby feel better?” She smiled goofily, nodding her agreement. “Rate Daddy's tongue on a scale of mediocre to exceptional.”

“Phenomenal,” she grinned. He collected the ruined dress from the floor and deposited it in the trash before draping his coat around her shoulders. She was thankful that he was so big, his large coat masking the fact that she was completely naked underneath. Erik went back to the table to say his goodbyes, blaming their sudden departure on O’Shea having sensory overload, being tired, and suffering a wardrobe malfunction.

“Oh, it was great to see you again, Erik. Good to meet you as well O'Shea. Take care of her,” David said innocently, waving his goodbye.

“I will,” Erik nodded curtly turning to lead O'Shea to the exit with his lips to her ear whispering all the while.

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[angelbyt]

Unfinished stories

First story: will you be my juliet m.f "I will never forget you" Those were the last words I said to my best friend. I thought I would never see him again. I had lost hope. In 2013 I made a YouTube channel, NotSoGrace. Video games took over my life. I forgot about him. He forgot about me too. *** "And if you liked this video give it a thumbs up, I will see all of you tomorrow, buh bye!" I say to the camera I edited the video,it was quite easy because I was playing "Sara is Missing" there wasn't anything to skip. *** about 30 minutes later I got a notification on Twitter. @notgrace should do a collaborative with @markiplier. Markiplier? I looked him up on YouTube. His face looked quite familiar. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I clicked on a video titled "Do you know Markiplier?" "Hello everybody my name is Markiplier" the video started He started doing quizzes about himself. "Where was I born?" He said aloud He started to go off about how he wasn't born in O'aho, Hawaii, he was born in Honolulu, Hawaii. I know some one who did the exact same thing... "What is my full name?" "Mark Edward Fishbach" he speaks again "Fishbach" I  repeat in my head Mark Fishbach... "Welcome our new student Mark Fishbach" Mrs Gray said "Sit next to Grace please" she spoke again "Hi I'm Grace" "I'm Mark" "Let's be best friends" the small boy said "Okay" * "Mom, can Mark come over tonight?" "Yea" "She said yea, Mark" * "I'll never forget you" "Mark" I repeat out loud, tears pricking my eyes I ran to my room and grabbed the picture of me and the small boy. I looked at it and compared it to the computer screen. I took a picture of the picture, and posted it on Twitter with caption. '@markiplier do you remember? *** Chapter 2: I got a notification on Twitter. @notgrace: @markiplier do you remember? There was a picture attached. The same picture, I had in my room. @notgrace I do remember... I need to talk to her. My eyes were watering slightly. "What's wrong mark?" Amy asked behind me "I- I found my best friend" "Are you gonna go see him?" "Her" I corrected Her face grew slightly angry. "Am I not good enough for you?" She asked "I never said that" I said softly "Well evidentaly your seeing another girl" she accuses "I'm not she's my best friend and I haven't seen her in like 8 years" "I swear if you fall for her-" she starts but I cut her off with a kiss "I won't" *** I messaged him, asking for his address. He gave it to me of course. I was there in 20 minutes. I knocked on the door, a bit nervous. A blueberry haired boy opened the door. "You must be Grace" he says "Yup" I say "I'm Ethan" he says  holding out his hand "Nice to meet you" I say "Mark's in the living room over there" he says pointing to a walk way. I walk over to it and the the red haired man, on his phone. I sneak behind him and cover his eyes with my small hands. "I'm blind!" He yells "Nope guess again " I say disguising my voice "Tyler get off me" he says "TYLER'S HERE!?" I ask letting go of his face "GRACE!" He yells pulling me over the back of the couch, and hugging me "I thought I'd never see you again" I say tearing up "Well I'm here" he says "Who's here?" I familiar voice says I look down the hall to see Tyler "TYLER!"I yell jump off the couch to him "Grace?" "Yup" He hugged me tight. "I can't believe I found you guys" "Oh she's here" another voice says, this time a woman Down the hall comes a blonde women. She was very pretty. "Mark you didn't tell me you had a girl friend" I say dragging out the last word Mark rolled his eyes and blushed slightly "Amy this is Grace and Grace this is Amy" "Nice to meet you Amy" I say holding out my hand "Yea, nice" she mutters shaking my hand "I have a feeling you to will be great friends" Tyler says *** Story 2: random imagines Prompt - it's a rainy day. They decide to have a lazy day ⬛⬛⬛ She awoke to the sound of thunder roaring outside. She struggled to get out of the warm bed that she was laying in with Tyler beside her. She tiptoed to the kitchen to make some tea She walked back to her room she shared with Tyler Tyler was sitting propped up on the pillows "Morning sleepy head" she said to the groggy boy "Morning" he responded in the a gravely voice His curls were tangled A small mark from a few nights ago was still visible on his neck "I made you some tea" she said to him handing him the warm mug "Thanks princess" "Princess?" She questioned him "Your my princess" he says pulling her into his lap She ran her fingers down his arm to the warm mug he was holding She grabbed the fluffy blanket from off the bedside chair and got comfy next to him "The rain is so beautiful" she says "Almost as beautiful as you" he says "You're so cheesey" "But you love me" He set the cup down turning the small girl around to face him Her eyes met his dark brown ones She ran her thumb across his cheek Their lips met She ran her hand through his curls ⬛⬛⬛ She cuddled against him Watching the movie contently The thunder roared Scarring the girl "Don't worry princess' he said ⬛⬛⬛ Story 3: Sweetheart m.b (Marcus Butler) my British YouTube stage 😂 August 2nd Location: Starbucks Arabella's POV Sketching. Sketching and taking advantage of free Wi-Fi. That's what I like to do in the afternoon. After hearing my name being called for my drink, I got up and made my way to the counter to pick up my drink. I turn around into a person, spilling my (thankfully) iced coffee down my front. "I'm sorry, can I buy you another drink?" The voice says "That's the least you can do" I say picking up the smashed cup off the floor I'm not the kinda girl to fall in love with someone after they spill coffee on me, like in the stories. I got a good look at the man, he had blue eyes and blonde hair brushed into a quiff on the top of his head. He also had a pair of black glasses rested on his nose, the weird thing was they we the same glasses I had at that exact moment. "Now what kind of drink was that sweetheart?" He asked "First off I'm not your sweetheart, and second it was a iced coffee, nothing special."I say with sass lacing my tone "Okay can I get one small iced coffee-" he says before I zoned out staring into his blue eyes "Um excuse me!" He says waving his hand in my face "Sorry, yea?" I ask turning bright red "Would you like a cookie?" He asks "Um sure" I say still blushing He hands me my cookie and iced coffee, and decide to go home straight away instead of stay and draw. "Hey can I get your name, number maybe?" He asks before I grab my sketchbook,pencil, and phone off the table "Trouble" is all I said before walking out *** So now my roommate Zoe, is forcing me to go to her boyfriend's friend's party. I really didn't want to go because I would have to interact with people. I put on black skinny jeans, a burnt orange sweatshirt that said "can you not?" And my favorite pair of brown combat boots. I did some subtle makeup and put my hair into a half up half down style. "Let's go party!" Zoe yelled "Ughh" I groaned loudly "Come it will be fun" she said "That's what you said last time, and we almost got arrested" I said "This will be more tamed, it's just YouTubers." She assured me "I forgot you a big YouTuber now" I say "Yea, I thought you might wanna come. Tyler, Jack, Caspar, and a couple others are gonna be there" she says "Really?" I ask surprised "Yea, Alfie told me some of them are actually fans of yours" she said smiling as she gets in the car "Really?" I ask hopeful "No I'm just kidding" she says "You bitch" I say slapping her arm softly After 20 minutes of driving we re were there "Don't you dare try to leave" she warns "I won't" I promise her We walk up the stairs to a nice sized apartment "We are here!" Zoe yells as she walks inside Joe comes over to me and hugs me since he's the only person here I've actually met. "How have you been?" He asks "Fine. How are you and Caspar?" I ask "Amazing actually" he says with a smile "Well I'm happy for you" I say smiling back "Let's me show you around" he says "Okay" He introduced me to alot of famous YouTubers and I tried keeping my fangirl in. I had a couple of drinks, but I wasn't that drunk. At home I snuck my mini notepad and a pencil in my pocket. While everyone in the midst of dancing I snuck outside to the fire escape and sat there admiring the night sky and sketching. "Not really into parties either,huh? A familiar voice behind me asked I turned around to see a familiar face. Almost to familiar. I knew the face but didn't have a name. "How did you ever guess?" I need said sarcastically but smiling He came and sat next to me. I looked into his blue eyes, and it clicked. It was the guy from Starbucks this afternoon. "Oh your the guy from Starbucks earlier" I say "Oh that's why you look so familiar" he giggles "Sorry about that,again" he says blushing, which I have to admit looked pretty adorable. "It's fine....." "Marcus" he says "Arabella,but you can call me Belle" I say "Well nice to see you again Belle" he says cheekily "Sorry for being kind of a jerk earlier" I say before yawning "It's fine, I know your not a jerk now" he say also yawning "Yawning is contagious" I say giggling We spent the rest of the night talking and getting to know each other. "I think the party is dying down" I say standing up to climb back in the apartment I climb in and alot of people a sleeping or on there phones. "I'm staying the night, so your staying the night" Zoe slurs "Whatever" I say walking to a corner and plugging my phone in. I grab a pillow and put it behind my back and get comfy. A few minutes later Marcus came and sat next to me again. "What cha looking at?" He asks "The old art I posted on Tumblr" I say plainly "Oh it's really nice" he says amazed "Thanks" I say sincerely I yawn again, making him yawn and making us both laugh "Im tired" I whine "Then go to bed" he says "But I like talking to you" I whine "We can tomorrow, let me see" he says taking my phone and putting his number in "If I'm gone tomorrow before you wake up, you can text me, okay" he say smiling "Okay" I say smiling I look at his contact name "Marky Butt Butt❤" I just can't help but smile He walks over to a closet and brings me a blanket. "Thank you" I say "No problem" he says walking away I look at the ceiling, until I feel a pull on the blanket covering me. "Marcus?" I ask groggily "Oh I thought you were asleep, some one is asleep in my bed" he says facing me "Oh okay" I say pulling the blanket so he has some "Goodnight" I say "Goodnight,sweetheart" he says and I cant help but smile at the nickname *** To be continued

[lauramarbm]

Fashion Communication and Promotion “ proposal”

Proposal  

What will your Press Pack consist of? What promotional tools and techniques will you use?

The initially perplexed idea of my press pack consists of a printed long sleeve  T-shirt. The promotional tools and techniques that I will be, screen printing, and laser cutting for accessories. These two items will be presented in a professional and promotional format. Such as branding boxes and branding tags that will indicate the theme I will be calling my collection or so called " brand".  I am aiming to expand my branding in various ways throughout my research essentially in garments and promotional strategy. Focalising a wider and stronger range to my strategic promotional plan.

What is the name of your collection?

Dandicycling is the name that I will be using for my collection. The initial idea and purpose was to use a concept that represented the new dandy in the 21st century. Recycling the 19th century dandies to what we are now. But my main reason to use this concept was because through out the research I came across with a large scale of insecure people of in and out of the fashion industry, feeling that they had to belong of an urban tribe to be respected or to feel identified . I thought society had become quite monochrome. As the next step I decided to do more research on iconic styles of different centuries where people felt secure and embraced their flaws. I felt very inspired by the 19th century dandie’s although at first all I could find was dandy men in tailored suits with the finest hats ever to be made. Such as Oscar Wilde, Bea Brummel, and many more... However exploring in depth their language, I came across one of the most famous authors in France in the 19th century , George Sand. She was a female that wrote poetry, wrote inspirational and feminine feelings on to people but also dressed like a man . She would walk through Paris or Mallorca while she was the lover of Chopin, in her tailored suits and velvet hats , which women with long dressed did not except, she was humiliated, insulted. But still, she didn’t let no one interfere with her inner language . That was her , and she embraced each part of herself into poetry and garments.  This is why Dandicycling has been created to inspire individuals that the beauty is within,  we don’t need to be apart of something in order to feel represented or socially accepted. Dandicycling is a brand made to inspire to portray the beauty of individuals no matter what they look like or what their backgrounds are. Giving it a nostalgic and emblematic feel to it , suiting my pen portrait and my strategic plan. I think it can be effective to not only suit my target market but also to keep inspiring and educating the eye. (As once one of the most iconic fashion editor said, “ The Eye Needs  To Travel” - Diana Vreeland. )

Briefly describe your target customer?

My target customer is young adults from 18 to 35

It will be directed towards people that are creatively innovative and unique. That listen to all types of music that have a soul to it. They like to go to exhibitions and frequent high fashion brands.

Describe the style of branding you have chosen? Why did you choose this style of the brand?Analyse how the branding fits with the target customer for your collection?

The style I have chosen is based on a book I red last summer. It is called a Winter in Mallorca and it's about George Sand and her romanticism with the compositor Chopin. George Sand used to wear male clothing in the 1920's which she had been criticized and judged by all the women and men. However, men would be firmly interested in her due to the knowledge and interesting mind. The reason I chose her as a reference is because her attitude of not giving a damn and her vibe towards life is very admirable. I wanted to reflect a kind of dandy woman and men breaking tabu. A woman and a man in a pink suit. Without being minoritized as a Gay man or a masculine woman. I think the beauty is inside of each human.

The branding that I will be choosing will be very minimal and artistic, choosing the color I have based all my collection, Pink. My initial idea is to create a logo for my brand and later on translate that on to my promotional strategies.  I will be elaborating product designs for Boxes, tissue paper, stickers and also tags. Keeping it very informative and clear of the brand and the concept. The reason I chose this style of a brand is because as a frequent client in brand shops one of the most important things besides the environment and the service is the packaging and the whole branding behind the items. The key items in for brands are the bags, the boxes, the tissue they use, the tags and the layout and if it works or not. It is important to clash a visual language between your customer's taste and the concept chosen for the brand. I think my fashion language that I will be using my promotional strategy will be very informative to the eye playing with prints and pink's color palette.

What marketing strategies do you hope to you to promote your collection?

My collection is ready to wear garments, I will be focalising my marketing strategy towards the unique pen portrait. Therefore I will have to use different unique forms to captivate my customer's eye. Such as, alternative magazines " fashion editorials", online platforms, a lookbook or perhaps a fashion film.

What season will the collection be for? How will you reflect the season in your Promotional branding?

The season I am focusing is for spring summer 2018. I will reflect that season throughout locations, layouts, props, models, perspective, makeup, textures, smells, graphics...

What will you use your sketchbook for? Analyze: Journey, layout and critical analysis.

The sketchbook that I will be elaborating will reflect a concept board, a color pallet, a theme, a season, fabrics I will be choosing, the shapes. Also including visuals determining my competitors, what promotional strategies they have used.Some fashion photography that would match my ideas for my branding ideas.

What intentions do you have for photography /photo shoots and or video image makings ideas?

The photographies will be displayed in a very dandy and minimal way. Perhaps further on to the project, I will include a short fashion film.

How will this target the customer? How will you ensure these methods and techniques match the style of branding you hope to achieve?

The techniques and methods that my photography and fashion film will demonstrate will be directed towards a unique target customer that enjoy cinema and short films, clients that appreciate young, random and uniqueness.

Evaluation & Progression-How will you continuously evaluate your progress throughout this project? Why is reflection important? How will you critic\ally evaluate?

This process will be evaluated and reflected throughout a blog, I will be including critical thoughts on controversial adverts, critical analysis on fashion campaigns, a proposal, a pen portrait reflecting my market target, a concept mood board with an analytical resume, brand analysis, competitor analysis and further research. It will all be recorded with a bibliography to prove the evidence and adding screenshots of developments within each stage of experimentation. The reason reflecting is important is due to its power of educating ourselves on the advantages and disadvantages of the process. Learning and increasing the promotional strategy due its strong reflecting analyze.  One of the most important benefits and "must haves" in the fashion industry is that as an individual we should all carry a strong critical point of view, being able to analyze and evaluate every perspective of the brand, thinking out the box and working on intuitions and independent taste. I will be evaluating it throughout the blog using graphic descriptions and writing my point of view, such as the advantages the disadvantages of the process and what, how can we improve it to be more successful and visually attractive to our customer base.