#but then hes got different underwear on for the modeling scene.

[dennisboobs]

not to sound like a glennisfucker but there's something so cute about the little blue briefs den wears on the runway in the billboard ep

[britt-kageryuu]

The stream is pretty quiet today, Leo is reading fan suggested fanfiction again, though he's not reading them out loud this time. His model is in dressed in his unicorn onesie again, and holding a tablet, seated on a blue inflatable chair, on the beach set.

The current story title, series, and genre, is on screen with tags/warnings along with chapter and word count.

Some instrumental music is playing in the background to fill the silence while everyone reads. Though some who don't want to read are just playing games in the chat, like a MOD or River/Shelldon posts a set of emotes/emojis and the chat guesses what they mean/translate them. While some are literally just watching Leo's model 'read' something on the tablet.

Leo every now and then pauses to makes some comments about the story, talk about the cliches and tropes, makes guesses on what might happen next, or complain about something with the authors writing style that just bothers him for some reason.

A notification suddenly goes off, but it's not a stream notification, it's coming from Leo's phone that is being picked up by the mic. Leo grabs it, and his model freezes up as he reads over what the notification was for.

He puts down the tablet and phone, and quickly gets up, leaving the range of the camera. The microphone just barely picks up random noises, some clattering and shuffling, but not clear hints about what's happening. Not even from River and Shelldon are telling anyone what's happening.

A number of minutes later Leo returns to the scene, and just collapsed into his chair.

"Well everyone. I was just given the news that ours Pops is a bit under the weather. Don't worry he's not going to have any health crisis. This is a fairly standard sickness that hits him this time of year." Leo pauses to take a quick drink, "We're pretty sure it's because of the weather, and the main reason I'm still here, and not heading home. Is because Pop's reaction to the cold and his medication leaves him a bit... how do I put this... Loopy? Maybe?"

Leo seems to be thinking it over, "Like he gets hot flashes and will walk around in his underwear while blasting the AC, he'll start telling us random stories that sound like he's writing Lou Jitsu fanfiction, he becomes Stupidly clingy, and he will at times act like a ninja, and either avoid us, or ambush us around the house." He lets out a sigh of frustration, "I've been trying to make some medicine to help him, but it doesn't have much effect, and once made it somehow worse."

The audience is very confused, because they can't tell if Leo is telling the truth or trolling them again. Especially since some who've done medical research/studies have never heard of this combination of behaviors with any form of sickness, let alone with medicine involved. Only other substances.

Leo picks up his tablet, and starts messing with the layout on the stream. "So since I don't know how long this will last, I'll be adjusting the stream to keep going until I get word back from Dr-Dad how Pops is doing. Now this isn't necessarily a Sub or Donothon, but as you can see." He brings up a menu style list with prices or a progress bar next to different activities, "You can send bits, or donations to choose what I do for the next who knows how long."

Suddenly his phone is going off with multiple notifications.

"That's just my Siblings. Red is staying with his GF, though Dee, and Mandarin might join me later. It all depends on how their plans go." Leo says all this with a slightly dismissive tone, and ignoring his phone.

The audience just kept speculating, but got no answers as they watched Leo jump around a few different activities, and sometimes check his messages.

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Masterpost

Yes, Splinter still gets the Rat Flu. Leo tried to make a medicine to help, but it didn't really work.

[droughtofapathy]

The Gilded Age's Broadway Divas: Susan Blane (Laura Benanti)

Newly widowed Susan Blane has one purpose on this show, and apparently it's to get railed by a younger man and then get chased off by his mother and have her heart broken. Again. And then we never see her again. The end. Justice for Susan.

Now, I will preface this by saying that Laura Benanti lands outside my scope of interest--she's a little young for my tastes. However, I've always been amused and delighted by her performances, and I appreciate how raunchy she is, even if the quirkyness can be a bit...much at times. Laura is a five-time Tony nominee who won in 2008 for her role as Louise in Gypsy alongside Patti LuPone.

Starting off young, Laura Benanti made her Broadway debut at eighteen as the understudy to the late great Rebecca Luker's Maria in The Sound of Music, and eventually replaced her. She's had roles as Cinderella in Into the Woods (2002), Candela in Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, and Eileen Sherwood in the Encores! Wonderful Town opposite Donna Murphy, our beloved Mrs. Astor.

#1: "Wouldn't it be Loverly?" My Fair Lady (2018)

Lincoln Center is soprano territory. As one of the classical soprano dying breeds, Laura took over the role of Eliza Doolittle from Lauren Ambrose in the recent Broadway Revival. Her Eliza was older than most (Laura was on the cusp of forty when the took the role), and a delight, I must say. This show is, of course, a classic, and as such is dated like a classic. The production did attempt to give Eliza more agency, and it seemed to go over fine.

As Susan Blane spends most of her time in the white clothing of Newport, I just kept thinking about the Ascot Gavotte the entire time. The ladies of Newport would fit right in at the racetrack.

Fellow soprano Kelli O'Hara has also played this role in a different Lincoln Center theater back in 2007.

#2: "Model Behavior," Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (2011)

A critical failure despite its stellar cast, this show closed in less than three months, but nevertheless earned Laura a Tony nomination and a Drama Desk. Watching this masterclass of a breakdown, you can see why. Set in 80s Spain, the show features Candela, played by Laura, who's freaking out because her romantic interest might be a terrorist. But other than that, he's perfect. She sure knows how to pick 'em...

Tension behind the scenes between leading lady Sherie Rene Scott and Diva Patti LuPone made things a little...well. Anyway.

#3: Laura Benanti & The Skivvies - Passion Massion (2014)

So, I'm gonna be honest, I was going to go with a different Skivvies video, but then I saw Sexy Fosca, and I am baffled, horrified, and delighted.

The Skivvies is a hilarious cabaret group that performs, as you can imagine, in their underwear, and they have guest singers come on, also dressed in lingerie and other underthings. Most of their guest singers are working theatre actors, but sometimes we get Laura Benanti. She was a Skivvies regular for a time, and has a collection of comedic clips you can all enjoy on your own time.

#4: "Vanilla Ice Cream," She Loves Me (2015)

Broadway sopranos pass around roles like hot potatoes. Kelli O'Hara played Amalia Balash in the 2001 concert, and while some members of the cast transferred to Broadway five years later, Kelli was already in The King and I, and since Broadway has like four sopranos of this age that they rotate around, enter Laura Benanti. Though the show and her role was largely overshadowed by a little show called Hamilton that season, the production has a PBS proshot I'd recommend watching.

She Loves Me is yet another adaptation of an early 30s Hungarian play that was also the inspiration for You've Got Mail, so if you've seen that, you know the plot of this. (Side note: Gilded Age's Katie Finneran had a small role as Maureen, the Nanny who runs off with the kids' mother(?) I've never seen it, and that plot wasn't in the musical.)

#5: "So Many People," Saturday Night (2010)

If you thought we were going to get through Laura Benanti without a Sondheim, guess again. While Audra McDonald and Donna Murphy were part of the Ladies in Red, Laura Benanti instead gave us the other oft-sung cabaret number of Saturday Night in the Joanna Gleason dress, only reversed in color. Look it up and you'll see what I mean.

Laura was the last person to perform before the Ladies in Red segment, and thus isn't often remembered. But I remember. (Incidentally, "I Remember" is the song she sang for the Sondheim 90th.)

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[antivanwine14]

Thoughts on Unicorn Overlord now that I finished, both positive and negative (long post):

Positives

The graphics are beautiful. The models are great and it was a very pleasant game to play in that sense. I also appreciated the fact you can skip the battles when grinding or just doing minor battles.

Game play: the tactics and team building was a lot of fun and challenging. I really enjoyed building the squads and experimenting with different builts.

Characters: I enjoyed a lot of the interactions and thought the characters really carried it. The rapports were good and there were several times where I wish there was more. Some of them were very funny and others really did a lot of world building.

Drakenhold: By far the best developed of the lands. It is a very strong second area to go to and really builds on a lot of things. The story rapport with Gilbert and Alain is actually some of the best and shows a different side of the relationship between Cornia and Drakenhold which I liked a lot. Even though Drakenhold is supposed to be worse than Cornia, things actually have complexity and I enjoyed it.

Negatives:

The story is middling at best. At the start I enjoyed it and I thought the time spent in Cornia was actually decent if not very close to a middle tier Fire Emblem Story. Drakenhold was good and I wanted more of that. Ellheim was alright but very predictable with nothing interesting going on. But then we got to Bastorias and it was literally a filler arc. There was no real reason to go there besides being curious on how they were handling things. The plot in Bastorias was not related to anything else and none of the main central characters really had anything to do with the area. By the time we got to Albion I was pretty over the repetitive story beats (bad person who really isn't SOOO bad and no we are really best friends) and I thought Albion's bad guy reasoning of ‘I did it to protect the church’ was the weakest. I have no issue with him being against you but I almost wish they had just gone mind control on him rather than his weak reasoning.

Also the amount of times a scene ended with everyone laughing was ridiculous and I don’t understand it. This isn’t an after school special, not everything has to end with a laugh. Let there be emotions besides happy. It would have been nice for there to be more conflict in the areas we have been too besides just clearing out Zenoira. Like, if Zenoira went back and tried to take places or something. It was all just one and done and the war was both pretty easy and happy. A big set back would have been appreciated.

Plot hole: Fun fact, if you accidentally missed the Tatiana quest in Cornia, like I did when I went into Drakenhold, you are going to be absolutely baffled by Hilda’s stuff because characters are going to talk like you’ve been there and dealt with that plague and people.

Character design- oh boy is that something. The female design is so unfortunate and what makes it worse is there are elements of good. Some of the outfits are just fine and not all the body shapes are thin and tiny, which is always nice to see. I don’t mind some level of fan service (Hades did it very well) but SOOOOOO many of the women in UO are just designed to be sexual. To make it worse they try to excuse it with Yahna being like I want to dress like this (completely fine, if this didnt mean ALL the witches had to be dress like her) and then the elves can’t wear metal because of the fae which is interesting in concept but why are most of the lady elves in their underwear but the male elves are fully clothed? PS, Scarlet's boobs bobbing ALL the time got really annoying quickly.

Alain- he isn’t allowed to have almost any emotion except mild and happy and that is unfortunate. This is a character who has been through a lot and he should have been super interesting. I know he is supposed to be stoic but there is more to stoicism than being mild all the time. Let the man have character. I almost wish they made him a little more like Alear (good personality, shows their youth) or even something along what Intsys wanted to do with Byleth (very stoic and closed off in the beginning, starts to open up as the story goes along)

Male Romance- they were cowards and very few of the men can even hint at something more than friendship. You can marry your cousin but can barely get anything from a man. Some of the rapport's show some promise and funny enough some of the most random characters have decent romantic rapports. Rolf has almost no connection to the plot or other characters but is one of the best ones. I am fine with not all the men being romantic (Josef's extremely sweet father son stuff being some of the best and not romantic at ALL), but it would have been to see more done with them.

Romance in General- honestly, I know they would have taken out all the guys but they should have not made every character available for Alain. It takes away from their individual stories. I honestly wished they picked a handful of characters (men and women) and allow them to build the story and romance with Alain and allow the other characters to form their own relationships without worrying about Alain. Sharon and Ochlys have something going on and it really annoys me that they can up with Alain.

Overall:

I had fun and it definitely kept my attention, but I don't know if I can recommend it. Maybe get it on sale.

[synergysilhouette]

I loved RCD, but I did have some criticisms.

It was genderlocked. As I said in another post, I believe this could've been GOC with minimal changes to the dialogue/story.

Why wasn't sexuality in the industry addressed? Teja and Victoria are WLW and Seth is bisexual, but it's never addressed how this affects their perception and work in Hollywood. In fact, Victoria's breakout film was a lesbian movie! It felt like a missed opportunity since we addressed ageism, racism, and sexual harassment in Hollywood. It would've been great to see the difference in how it's handled. Due to Victoria's movie, her sexuality could be fetishized while Seth is almost blacklisted and being seen as "box office poison" in book 3 when some countries don't want the movie to premiere because of his sexuality. Plus male objectification could also be addressed. Similar to how MC was objectified in book 2, Thomas could mention how during his underwear model days, he experienced harassment and objectification, helping to make him interested in working behind the scenes.

The stereotypes of what makes a good movie. I wanted MC to star in an action movie and have a book about that, but the closest I got was book 2 where she was put in sexist situations and the film was stereotyped as being all style, no substance, while the small-budget period piece was the critical darling. I do wish we'd gotten to an action-packed film that did have good reviews and writing rather than the black and white interpretation of good vs bad films.

[deathproofpony]

Adult Fluff TV

>be Uncle Eddie Patterfamilia. >yes THAT Uncle Eddie. You've seen my work. Spectacular. >for the uptight pussies in the crowd, you used to act and direct in those "barely legal" videos >your speciality was assfucking 18 year old girls while making them suck giant lollipops >then you jam the lolli in their snatch and... >well, you get the idea >then you got Hepatitis. no one would work with you. can't blame them, but it still sucks >but that was last year. a few months ago you were contacted by some producer for The Hub >you hadn't heard of the guy, but you were in totally different industries. >seems he knew you, though, and liked your work. he was offering a job >a GOOD job. director for two shows just for fluffy ponies. guy had a whole channel of them already >it was making money, too. a LOT of it. you'd be a fool to refuse. >the first was called "Plot" - all it consisted of was shots of fluffy pony mares showing their cooches >that was it. nothing fancy. just hop down to the adoption agency, pick up a few strays and dress them up a little >then video tape them from the backside, for the most part >easy peasy Japanesey. >at first you started going to great lengths to get them to show the goods. >shaving, duct tape, string, beatings, anal insertion, more beatings... >then the producer guy explained that you didn't always have to show all the goods >in fact, sometimes the insinuation was part of the eroticism for these things >you can dig that... sort of like when you would stare at underwear models in catalogs when you were a kid >so you took it down a notch... let them show what they wanted to show >although you learned a few tricks, too. sometimes bring a good-looking stallion into the room >sometimes that alone would get those bitches raising their tails >sometimes you'd let them start the mating process. inevitably the same thing would happen >a few... special... fellows even offered to bring their own mares down to be on the show >fuck it. that's five bucks less per head you'd have to pay from the adoption fees. >not to mention not having to take care of them. >you even managed to get a couple of guest stars. >your highest rated show so far featured "Missy Elly May" from the "Beverly Fluffbillies" >although you had mostly stopped using bogus methods to show their plot, you made sure Missy Elly May got fully exposed >shit, that was easy enough. >when the little prima donna bitch wouldn't show the goods, you just pulled her tail up and pointed her at the nearest camera. >her owner was pissed but Fluff TV ended up selling ten times as many Missy Elly May Fluffckers (tm) than they were before >having gotten "Plot" almost on autopilot you concentrated on the real jewel in your crown: "Special Hugs" >it was exactly what it sounded like. record fluffies fucking. >again, you were shocked how many owners willingly brought in their own pets to be on camera >if these people had kids they'd have them in those fucked-up pre-pubescent beauty contests >this show was a bit more difficult and certainly more controversial >the gimmick was that you had to shoot the sex scenes so they always looked consentual... on both sides >once in a while you'd get a really randy female that would attack males so they would be mounted >that ended up with a couple of bites or kicks in their balls. must have hurt like a motherfucker >there were always females that didn't want it. well, fortunately they're still classified as animals so a little force could be used >I mean... you don't hold down Monica Bellucci and yell at her to take that cock and then beat her ass with a paddle when she cries >that would be pretty fucking awesome, but it still doesn't happen >so these little cunts would get smacked, anally penetrated, whipped, screamed at, punched, tied up, tied down, gagged, whatever it took >thank god for dubbed audio tracks > >Season 1:Episode 23:Segment:2 "Orangeade and General" >"Action!" "wahhhhhhhhhh! dun wan speshal huggies fwom bad fwuffy! meanie fwuffy bite owangeade eaw!" >"George, give General a couple of whacks with the Sorry Stick for biting." >"Yes, sir." >"nuu! nuu sowwy stick! genewal sowwy!" >"Shut up." >*whack whack whack* >"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" >"Get him back on top of her. Good. Action. Camera two, get in position." >"pwease stawp! hewp! hewp! bad fwuffy giff bad feewlies! dun wan..." >"She's crying again." >"Stick the hot pepper up her ass." >"Are you..." >"Do not second guess me, boy. You jam that pepper in there and keep your mouth shut." >"Yes, sir." >"wahhhhhhhhhhh! hawt! hawt! hawt in poopie pwace!" >"You get that, audio?" >"Got it, sir." >"enf enf enf" >"pwease staaaaaaaaaaawp!" >"duct tape her mouth." >"Got it." >"mmph! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!" >"Audio?" >"yeah, good... good levels. I can work with this." >"All right, let shithead finish, get the money shot and throw these two idiots down the trash chute." >"enf enf enf... wauuuuuuuuuugh!" >"Nice money shot. Good work, camera one." >"Thanks, boss." >"Sir, she's still too distraught... I need a couple of close-ups of her enjoying it." >"Bring some spaghetti in here." >the mare's eyes light up at the mention of spaghetti. >"Cameras one and two, get closeups of her face." >the spaghetti is placed in front of the mare. immediately her mood changes and she looks happy >"Let her eat a little..." >the mare eats some, smiling... >"Cut. Get her the fuck outta here." >"nuuu! wan mo spagettis! nuuuuuu!" >the production assistant casually tosses her down a trash chute. >"wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." >"What's that like a five story drop?" >"Six." >"Good. Okay, bring in the ponies for segment three." >Season 1:Episode 23:Segment:3 "Ghost and Laquanda" >"This like some sorta interracial thing? You got a white fluffy and a black fluffy there." >"I guess so, yeah." >"We might have to edit this segment out when it plays in the South." >"I can't believe there's still bigotry out there. Makes you sad for humanity." >"It sure does, George. Sure does. *sigh* ACTION! Take that fucking cock, bitch!" >thank god you didn't have to go into snuff films.

[seabayforum]

Bobby Misner, a predator?

For those of you who don't know him, Bobby or Robert Misner is a self-titled" Billionaire's Son" who has made for himself a small YouTube following, showcasing the experience of being the son of a very successful man and showing us through vlogs his life as well as his adventures, namely the party scene, but in different environments.

His most prominent achievements, if you'd call them that, are:

-Getting kicked out of one of the most prestigious boarding schools in Europe at the age of 18, after claiming to be a rebel for 3 years straight and causing constant problems to the institution, he embarked on false pretenses on a weekend-long journey on a private plane to France from the UK to go celebrate his 18th birthday on a Casino boat, embarrassing the school in the process when news leaked.

-Wasting a ~800k trust fund in under 3 years in a luxury lifestyle, the calculations are personal speculation, he had money given to him by his father, and on top of that he sold a house, also given to him by his father, for 700k, he spent it all on parties, alcohol, expensive dinners, etc.

-Creating a "Youth Club" called "Paradise Black" targeted at the most elite of individuals, although it realistically only resembles a once-a-year party that takes place in Cape Town or Coachella, (where they showcased in the latest video heavy disrespect towards the owner), and promise "open memberships" to the public that don't seem realistic based on prices, this club has been mentioned sparingly since that video being brought up, only really resurfacing when the party is around the corner to potentially garner new members.

-Attempting to create a clothing line that targeted the "Rich Children that are Rebels" demographic, with each piece of clothing costing around 400 euros, designed by Bobby himself, with a very odd and directly written return policy. His shift in employment status might indicate this isn't going too well and/or failed almost completely, but it's still up (https://inadapte.co/).

-Attempting a modeling/acting career and having both go nowhere, the modeling career is a dead end that I believe never left the "Friends need an extra for their work so I'll volunteer" stage, as there are no agencies that have ever claimed him as one of their models that can be found, and his acting career you can have fun and check out for yourself ( https://www.imdb.com/video/vi3804149785/?playlistId=nm9313966).

-Occasional work as an editor/recorder for music videos as well as promotional material, Bobby knows how to edit videos and he has worked on some projects, There are 2 known examples: 2 music videos for rap artist Desiigner (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0V0uwtJZZc) and one promotional material he claims he did for Disney that can't be found.

I watch his videos from time to time as a hate watcher and the recent one got me thinking a bit, specifically about his girlfriend, a French girl named Alix Morillo. In the latest one (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZhEXusK3OQ&t=892s) at around the 14:50 mark, after attending her birthday in Sidney she tells us she just turned 19 years old, This shocked me a bit as she looks young, I expected her to be a bit older considering his age, and it got me thinking about his thumbnails and videos with her, but not before I confirmed her birthday, it is 5 march.

There is no official confirmation but on her Instagram, there is a post taken in Sidney with the exact same dress, and considering "their" level of wealth, the parties they attended, and the 1-month duration of time they were staying there, I don't see it possible for her to be wearing the same dresses repeatedly. (https://www.instagram.com/p/CpaAJ5hjLEH/?hl=en - check the previous video at 14:30 you'll see the same dress)

Going back a bit, Bobby pretty much, every chance he gets, either has her in the thumbnails as clickbait, in underwear or bathing suit, or walking around the video nude with censors for presumedly audience retention (Check his latest 8 videos thumbnails, 4 have her backside, straight up naked/with a swimsuit or a censor bar), so I backtracked until I found the original video where he first mentions her and I found it.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfvYKK_SG5U&t=283s)

In this video starting at around 4:30, he introduces her as someone he's met sometime prior and had begun a relationship with.

Around 30 seconds later he showcases closeups of her backside as well as her overall body in I believe a very creepy way to show the audience, random strangers, that you are in a new relationship with what is essentially a minor.

This video is from December 12, 2021. Assuming he uploads his videos on, at most, a 1-month delay from the happenings (see the original video's time date for 1 of many references to this schedule), that means he would've started dating her at the age of 26 when she was, at the oldest possible point, around 17 and a half, and started posting her barely clothed closeups on his YouTube when she wasn't even of age yet, and just clearly naked "walking around with a censor bar" closeups when she was barely just over 18, for his profit.

Considering the power dynamic they have, especially when one is backed up by the amount of money his father has, I speculate that he is using her for his own goals, such as consistent audience retention on his YouTube.

For instance, checking the most replayed moments of videos she features in here will prove this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynMwUs-YbCk - 10:40

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZhEXusK3OQ&t=813s - 6:22 + 13:35

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sDlMtHA0FAU&t=30s - 3:20

The man is a clinical failure, given every shot at success and still managing to waste it on every endevure he embarked on with failure after failure, until he inevitably fell back on the time-tested profession for every rich man's child, "working under them on a position someone else probably deserves more", and so has sunk down to using initially a minor who models and potentially has feelings for him as clickbait for his stagnated YouTube channel, as to prove that he isn't totally irredeemable.

I don't know if she has the real-world experience to tell if he might just be using her for her looks and eventually down the line will just toss her aside for someone younger, but at the current time considering what I know of him and showcased through his vlogs and interviews. I think she might be in for a very bad time down the line and I hope she hasn't or isn't being pressured into anything, as I doubt this man of all has even respectable impulse control.

[rockislandadultreads]

2022 Contemporary Romances: a reading list

American Royalty by Tracey Livesay

Sexy, driven rapper Danielle "Duchess" Nelson is on the verge of signing a deal that'll make her one of the richest women in hip hop. More importantly, it'll grant her control over her life, something she's craved for years. But an incident with a rising pop star has gone viral, unfairly putting her deal in jeopardy. Concerned about her image, she's instructed to work on generating some positive publicity... or else. A brilliant professor and reclusive royal, Prince Jameson prefers life out of the spotlight, only leaving his ivory tower to attend weddings or funerals. But with the Queen's children involved in one scandal after another, and Parliament questioning the viability of the monarchy, the Queen is desperate. In a quest for good press, she puts Jameson in charge of a tribute concert in her late husband's honor. Out of his depth, and resentful of being called to service, he takes the advice of a student. After all, what's more appropriate for a royal concert than a performer named "Duchess"? Too late, Jameson discovers the American rapper is popular, sexy, raunchy and not what the Queen wanted, although he's having an entirely different reaction. Dani knows this is the good exposure she needs to cement her deal and it doesn't hurt that the royal running things is fine as hell. Thrown together, they give in to the explosive attraction flaring between them. But as the glare of the limelight intensifies and outside forces try to interfere, will the Prince and Duchess be a fairy tale romance for the ages or a disaster of palatial proportions?

Booked on a Feeling by Jayci Lee

Lizzy "Overachiever" Chung, Esq. has her life mapped out neatly: * Become a lawyer. Check. * Join a prestigious law firm. Check. * Make partner. In progress. If all goes to plan, she will check off that last box in a couple years, make her parents proud, and live a successful, fulfilled life in L.A. What was not in her plans was passing out from a panic attack during a pivotal moment in her career. A few deep breaths and a four hour drive later, Lizzy is in Weldon for three weeks to shed the burnout and figure out what went wrong. And what better place to recharge than the small California town where she spent her childhood summers with her best friend, Jack Park. Jack Park didn't expect to see Lizzy back in Weldon, but now he's got three weeks to spend with the girl of his dreams. Except she doesn't know of his decades-long crush on her--and he intends to keep it that way. She's a high-powered attorney who lives in L.A. and he's a bookkeeper at his family's brewery who never left his hometown. He can't risk their friendship on a long shot. Can he? When Lizzy decides that the local bookstore needs a little revamp, of course, Jack is going to help her bring it back to life. But the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore there might be more than just friendship among the dusty shelves and books... Sometimes the path to the rest of your life has been in front of you all along.

The Accidental Pinup by Danielle Jackson

Photographer Cassie Harris loves her job—her company Buxom Boudoir makes people look beautiful and feel empowered with her modern twist on classic pinup photography. Cassie’s best friend, Dana, is about to launch her own dangerously dreamy lingerie line and wants Cassie to shoot and direct the career-changing national campaign. But company politics and Dana’s complicated pregnancy interfere, and Cassie finds herself—a proud plus size Black woman—not behind the camera but in front of it. Though she’s never modeled herself, Cassie’s pretty sure she can handle the sheer underwear and caution tape bralettes. She’s not sure she can work so intimately with the chosen photographer, her long-time competitor in the Chicago photography scene, Reid Montgomery. Their chemistry is undeniable on set, however, and feelings can develop faster than film…

Can't Resist Her by Kianna Alexander

Two very determined women—in love, at odds, and risking a lot on a second chance. After years away from home, Summer Graves is back in Austin, Texas, to accept a new teaching position. Of all the changes to the old neighborhood, the most dispiriting one is the slated demolition of the high school her grandmother founded. There’s no way she can let developers destroy her memories and her family legacy. But the challenge stirs memories of another kind. On the architectural team revitalizing the neighborhood, hometown girl Aiko Holt is all about progress. Then she sees Summer again. Some things never change. Neither can forget the kiss they shared at their senior-year dance. Neither can back down from her unwavering beliefs about what’s right for the neighborhood. For now, the only thing Summer and Aiko are willing to give in to is a heat that still burns. But can two women with so much passion—for what once was and what could be—agree to disagree long enough to fall in love?

[shorkbrian]

💖💘my heart’s dizzy and I my dose of serotonin whenever I read your prose🤟🏽😩 was wondering if you could do reader with an erratic future-vision!quirk so when they first meet yandere!Hawks they’re suddenly plagued by erotic, sensual, 365days-level of disturbing visions of them, so reader actively avoids them (it’s like those Tik Tok future-seeing videos playing to “Play Date”)

Prelude - Hawks isn’t a famous pro-hero in this, but he still has his quirk. It’s not really mentioned a bunch tho lol.  This is rlly long, but I decided not to put it into two parts because the smut is so slight lol. Hope this meets your expectations anon, thank you for reading!

Pairing -  Keigo Takami X Reader

Warnings - NSFW mentions, dubcon, noncon. No out-and-out explicit smut, just a really long story. Hawks is manipulative and gets what he wants

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5ukAQcKEIJuzIbP55xp07x?si=iz6I-RoDSdCNYhT2Du8etg

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He was a friend of a friend, someone you had only met once or twice.

Your friend kept bringing him to hangouts, he kept showing up on her instagram feed,  getting mentioned in her twitterbio, and eventually it came out that they had started dating. It didn’t catch anyone by surprise.

What did catch you by surprise, was how infatuated with him your friend was.

“He’s just sooooo hot, isn’t he?” She squealed, shoving her phone in your face to show off a shirtless pic he had just sent her.

You nodded in agreement, quickly appraising the pic before turning your head. Yeah, her boyfriend was attractive, but you weren’t one to ruin relationships. Plus, you and Keigo had never really talked past the brief “Hey” and “Wassup?” said in greeting when introduced the first time.

“Can he come to the mall with us on Friday? I promise there will be no third wheeling.” Your friend begged, clasping her hands together. You thought about it for a second - this had been a fun shopping trip the two of you had planned a few weeks ago, meant as a girls date on a day the mall wouldn’t be crowded. But would it really hurt anything if her boyfriend came along? Probably not.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” You shrugged, watching your friends face erupt into a wide grin. “But don’t ditch me to go makeout in a bathroom or something, got it?”

“Sir yes sir!” Your friend faux saluted, before patting you on the shoulder. “Thanks girlie!”

You jerked back, head suddenly swarming with visions, your quirk activating. Your quirk was helpful in some ways, but you mainly tried not to use it - headaches resulted, and you hated getting glimpses of the future. Sometimes they’d be good, but they were often bad - you had gotten a screenshot glimpse of your brothers death, his face marred and bleeding out onto the pavement.

It still made you sick to think about it.

Touch wasn’t something you could always avoid, but you tried, seeing as how it activated your quirk, giving you visions of your future with whomever you touched, or whoever touched you.

You saw your friends face, eyes puffy with tears, shouting something. Then another scene flashed, your friend on TV, talking to a reporter.

Thankfully, the visions ended, this episode relatively quick due to how short of a time she touched you.

“Oh shit, I forgot, I’m so sorry.” She rushed to apologize, holding her hands up and backing away from you.

“It’s-it’s fine.” You wheezed, waving your hand in the air to signal that it wasn’t a big deal. The vision just probably meant the two of you would get into a fight soon, which wasn’t uncommon.  It was fine, you were fine.

——

The mall wasn’t too crowded, which made the day pleasant. Your friend was talking to her boyfriend, hand tangled with his as the three of you walked in.

“So (Y/N), what do you think about that new Victoria’s Secret launch?” Your friend bumped you with her hip, drawing your attention as she pulled you into the conversation between her and her boyfriend.

“Oh, um… what?” To be fair, you had zoned out when the couple started being gross and mushy, which was like, the second your friend met Keigo at the door.

The blonde man laughed. “Victoria’s Secret just launched a new line of lingerie, have any thoughts about it?”

Turning red, you smiled sheepishly. “Ah, well…. From what I’ve seen of their stuff it’s… nice? So I’m sure it’s good.”

Your friend mock-gasped, almost slapping you on the arm before quickly remembering your quirk, drawing her hand back. You gave a quick nod of thanks.

“(Y/N)! Don’t tell me you didn’t even know about it?! I practically live, eat, and sleep Victoria’s Secret, it’s impossible to miss their product drops when you’re one of my friends.”

Unsure how to respond, you floundered, opening and closing your mouth like a lost fish.

“Babe, leave her be, she’s probably just shy.” Keigo stepped in, giving his girlfriend a chuckle as he steered you both towards a shop.

“Fineeee.” Your friend whined, turning to focus on the task ahead. “They have a VS shop here though, you’re not getting out of here without going in with me!”

----

The VS store was huge, smelling sweetly of flowers, bright colors assaulting your vision, soft pop music filling your ears.

It was hard not to cringe at all the fancy lingerie, you were honestly a bit embarrassed to be strolling through the store with your friend, let alone her boyfriend by her side.

“Does-does Keigo mind?” You quietly asked your friend, out of earshot of her boyfriend, who was looking at perfumes, last time you checked.

“Not at all birdie, I’m used to clothes, any form, any shape.”

You whirled around, squeaking in surprise at Keigo, who had apparently finished with browsing the perfume. He was flashing you a 1000 watt grin, continuing with what he was saying. “I’m a model, practically every girl I’ve ever met I’ve seen in less than full underwear, it’s no big deal.”

“Oh…. Cool.” You offered, cheeks turning red again. You felt like such a blushing schoolgirl, turning red when faced with looking at bras and panties, flushing when a man got too close.

It was the nature of the store, you told yourself, that was making you so embarrassed.

“Oo! What do you think of this one?” Your friend was holding up a babydoll, pink, with light fabric and zero coverage.

Keigo wolf whistled. “Man, that’d be a good look for you. Lets buy it.” The couple moved on, pointing at different clothes, your friend occasionally picking one from the rack to hold up against her body, looking for Keigo’s opinion.

They were cute together, laughing over the cheesy names on the tags of the lingerie, holding hands as the browsed, your friend occasionally stopping to plant a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek.

“I think that’s everything that I like…. (Y/N), your turn!” Pulled out of your casual observance, you back pedaled. “Me? No, I’m not really the type to wear this kind of stuff - I don’t even think most of it would fit, I have weird proportions.“

“Nonsense!” Keigo looked around for a moment, going to the nearest rack to quickly sift through bras, before pulling one out. “This one would make all the boys drool over you honey.”

He held it out towards you, shaking it slightly when you hesitated to take it. Was your friend okay with him talking to you like that, pushing underwear at you to buy? A quick glance sideways showed she was more than okay with it, clasping her hands excitedly as she watched you.

The bra was sheer, soft lavender fabric forming the cups, an intricate embroidered detail of flowers dotted haphazardly over the bra. It was pretty, but you weren’t exactly partial to it. When would you wear it? Who would you wear it for? You weren’t sure it was your style. Plus, it probably wasn’t even your size.

“My arm’s gettin’ real tired.” Keigo joked, before you finally took the garment from him. Checking the size, you paused for a second, blinking towards the man.

“How did you-?”

“You spend enough time in the fashion industry, you learn to tell a girl’s size just by looking at her.”  He seemed to puff up, as if he was proud of his bra-sizing skills.

“Let me help her pick out some things too!” Your friend cried, rushing past you to head over to the next rack, ushering you to follow with a wave of her hand.

You ended up with an armful of lingerie - bras, panties,  an odd bustier or two, and some other flowy items, like a sheer robe and a lacy chemise. The choices weren’t exactly made by you, more so made by a combination of your friend and Keigo together. They had alternated holding up items towards your body, comparing color and garment cuts, lost in their own mushy-gushy world, and it was almost like you didn’t exist for a few moments, nothing more than a barbie doll to dress up.

But now the three of you stood in line to checkout, and you felt included again, your friend cracking jokes that were making you snort, Keigo watching the two of you interact.

Until your friend accidentally brushed against your arm as she shifted forward in line.

Again, you saw her tearful face, heard her sobbing, before the other scene flashed, of her on TV, talking to the reporter. She still looked upset, eyes rimmed red, nose running, hair a mess.

With a gasp, your vision returned to the present, and you were wobbling on your feet, almost falling.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry (Y/N), I’m so so sorry. Here, let me take that, go sit down by the entrance.” She fussed over you, face concerned as she carefully took the stack of clothes from your arms, making sure to not make contact.

“Oh fuck, is she alright?” You heard Keigo ask, your friend stepping in front of you as he moved forward to check on you.

“Yeah, she’s just feeling a little dizzy. Can you make sure she doesn’t fall and crack her head open? Just wait by the entrance please.”

“Okay. Oh, here-“ You were a bit dazed, but you saw Keigo fish his wallet out of his pocket, thrusting the entire thing into his girlfriends hands before patting her on the shoulder “Whichever card is fine.”

And then you were stumbling towards the entrance, towards the bench right outside.

You hated seeing the future. Why was your friend crying? What had happened to elicit such a reaction? The unknowns killed you, kept you up at night as you tried to puzzle out the events that could lead up to the scenes from your visions.

Not looking where you were going, you tripped on air, unable to catch yourself as you plummeted towards the ground.

But then you were seeing Keigo.

He was above you, face flushed and sweaty, hair tousled, his chest bare. The room was dark, barely lit, and he was so close. The man leaned down to kiss you, then the scene changed.

You were bent over a table, only able to see the solid wood your face was smushed against. There was a heat in your belly, a tingling between your thighs, and pressure. Someone was talking - Keigo, muttering behind you angrily. You head was pulled up, a hand fisted in your hair, and then one of your knees was pushed up onto the table, and the pressure inside exploded into pure pleasure.

You felt yourself screaming, bucking your hips as you suffered through whatever the feeling was.

The scene changed again.

Hands tied above your head, you were pressed against a wall, sitting on some kind of…. Saddle? Your legs couldn’t touch the ground, and you squirmed, before gasping loudly.

There was a nub in the seat, ribbed and textured, slick with some kind of liquid… From you? Then you saw Keigo, standing in front of you, smirking at you with hardened eyes.

He had something in his hand, arms crossed over his chest while he fiddled with the object, muscles flexing. He was shirtless again, and-and his cock was hanging out of his sweatpants, pressed against his belly, smearing precum over his skin.

You tried to say something, anything - the visions never lasted this long, it was too intense, there was so much sensation. But your mouth wouldn’t move, choked up.

Keigo’s hand was on his length, rubbing slowly, saying something that didn’t reach your ears.

The scene changed.

Something was shoved down your throat, warm and twitching. You were sobbing, choking, clawing at whatever was in front of you. A dark laugh filled your ears, and you opened your eyes, met with the clenching abs of a strong stomach.

Keigo was brushing your tears, no, smudging them over your face. Were you wearing makeup? His cock was sitting in your throat, his hips moving in tiny jerks, stabbing your esophagus, making you gag.

Then you were back in the present.

A hand was holding your arm, keeping you from falling and making contact with the hard floor.

“-N)? (Y/N)? Are you okay? Talk to me birdie”

You made a panicked noise, pulling yourself out of Keigo’s grip so fast that you fell flat on the floor, scrambling backwards away from the man.

He almost looked scared, confused as he followed after you, holding out his hands. “(Y/N), you gotta calm down, you’re gonna make yourself sick.”

The man reached for your arm again and you pressed yourself against the floor, screeching out a loud “No!!” before he could touch you. Keigo paused, looking at his hand, then at you. “Hey, hey, I’m not gonna touch you. It’s okay little birdie, you’re alright.” He cooed, sinking to his knees in front of you.

You were hyperventilating, wide eyes trained on Keigo. Your thoughts were swirling in your head, you couldn’t focus, the sensations of the future still echoing through your body.

Keigo crouched there while you steadied your breathing, talking to you the entire time, trying to help you relax and calm down. You weren’t sure what he was saying, something about the weather? Or a dog? But you could feel your breathing evening out, head clearing.

“Hey, she fall?” You friend was carrying two bags, crouching down beside Keigo, cocking her head at you.

Her boyfriend nodded, turning to her and taking one of the bags. “I caught her, but then she freaked out and fell for real.”

Your friend nodded. “I should’ve told you earlier, she has a touch-based quirk. Every time someone touches her, she sees snippets of her future with that person.”

Keigo cocked his own head, gazing at you curiously. “I guess her future with me isn’t too positive then?”

Your friend shrugged. “Eh, she just hates seeing parts of the future. She doesn’t want to know what’s going to happen, makes her worry or something like that. Don’t take it too personally, she’s like that with everyone.”

“It-it-“ you rasped out, causing both sets of eyes to swivel towards you. “-I hate it... because-‘cause I can’t ever cha-change it.” You shivered.

Keigo nodded in understanding, before rising to his feet. “Think you can walk to my car? I’ll drive you two home, I think you’d benefit from some rest.”

He dropped you off at your apartment, and you wearily waved at the couple as they drove off, before heading inside.

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A week passed, then two.

The visions you had concerning Keigo were plaguing your mind, filling your body with anxiety. There had been a distinctive feel of fear during each one, and despite all the other various sensations felt, the most overwhelming had been distress.

Whatever was going to happen, you weren’t going to like it.

You were holing up in your apartment, ignoring your roommates when they knocked on your door, only leaving your room to eat or grab water. You couldn’t sleep, too scared you’d have dreams, or more accurately, nightmares of what you had seen.

Curse your quirk.

Trying to pass time, desperate to keep your mind off of the future, you threw yourself into any activity you could find.

First you tried coloring - it was supposed to be relaxing, but it gave you too much time to think.

Then you tried gaming, spending hours in front of your computer mashing the keys. That worked for a bit, but your eyes and head soon protested.

You listened to music at full volume, tried several workout videos, even resorted to cleaning your space with fervent energy.

None of it took your mind off the inevitable.

“(Y/N), someone’s at the door asking for you.” You jerked awake, slumped over uncomfortably on the floor, the half finished card tower in front of you promptly knocked over at your erratic movements.

“(Y/N)?” Your roommate called again.

“Yeah! Coming, sorry.” You mumbled, scrubbing sleep from your eyes. You guess your body would give out sometime and force you to fall asleep, but as you moved to stand, you sorely wished your body had chosen a more comfortable place to pass out.

Opening the front door, you immediately took a cautious step back, sleepy demeanor vanishing.

Keigo smiled at you, one hand in the pocket of his jeans, the other holding a bouquet of flowers.

Flowers?

“Hey birdie, mind if I come in?”

You stared at him for a second, immediately on guard. Why did he have flowers? Why did he want to come in? Wasn’t he dating your friend? She didn’t live here, what was he doing here?

The man cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at you. You moved to the side, holding open the door for Keigo to come inside.

Your roommates were home. If anything happened, they would be within earshot.

Keigo shot you a smile and a thanks, before immediately moving into the small living room, taking a seat on the couch. When he saw you still hovering by the open door, he patted the cushion beside him.

“Come sit, I promise I don’t bite.” He thought for a moment, before grinning. “Well, not unless you want me to.”

Hesitantly, you shut the front door, going to sit in a ratty armchair further away from the winged man. If this bothered him, the man didn’t let it show other than a short pause before he spoke.

“So, I know it probably seems like, super weird for me to show up at your apartment, but hear me out.”

Flowers were shoved in your lap, Keigo taking great care to avoid touching you.  “I felt bad about the other day, and my girl and I decided that we should get you some flowers. She picked ‘em out, it even says so on the note.”  The man laughed, running a hand through his hair.

“She’s so uptight about this kinda stuff. Anyways, just wanted to say that I’m sorry for grabbing you like that. If I had known, I would’ve let you fall flat on your ass. But I know now, so I’ll be better, cool with you?”

Finishing his little speech, Keigo held out his hands, wings stretching behind him to mimic the gesture.

Looking at the flowers in your lap, you felt your hands shaking. Picking up the little note attached to the bouquet, you found that your friend had indeed picked out the flowers, which made sense. They were your favorites, and in a nice color too.  Keigo had left a messy, scrawled “Sorry!” in one corner, before signing by his girlfriends name.

“Um, thank you Keigo, you didn’t have to apologize.” You murmured, rubbing one of the flower petals between your fingers. You were so glad your quirk extended solely to humans - if you were shown glimpses of the future of everything you touched, you would most likely go mad.

“Nah, I wanted to. Also wanted to swing by, check how you’re doing. You been taking care of yourself?” He relaxed on the couch, legs spread, arms resting behind his head. This wasn’t his home, yet you totally could believe that it was by the ease with which he owned the space with his presence.

“Oh, well… I’m still here, so…” You shrugged.

Keigo frowned. “That’s not a fun answer. How much sleep you been gettin’ each night? Eight hours?”

You shook your head, huffing out a breath in place of a laugh.

Keigo clicked his tongue. “No sleep? That’s bad for you y’know. Have you at least been drinking water? Eatin’?”

You nodded quickly, looking up to meet the man’s gaze. “I’m not a kid. I appreciate your concern, but it’s not necessary.”

At this point, you think the best thing for your health would be for the man to leave.

The blonde man stared at you for a moment, before sighing. “Alright, I get it. But I don’t want to hear that you’ve passed out or something, got it? Your friend would kill me.”

He rose to his feet, and so did you, walking him to the door. “Thanks Keigo, and thank you again for the flowers. That was very sweet of you both.”

Keigo beamed, giving a two fingered salute. “You deserve it birdie. Well, have a good rest of your day, yeah? Eat something.”

You smiled, at Keigo as he turned away, beginning to whistle as he strolled down the hall.

Once the door was shut, you found a vase for the flowers, filling it with water and setting it on the table. Your roommates would think it was pretty, and it was, a nice little centerpiece.

That really was nice of your friend and Keigo to offer you flowers.

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“Welcome to Gold Nile Jewelers, how can I-“ You blinked at the man entering the shop. “-Keigo.”

“Birdie? You work here?” He looked just as confused as you felt, cocking his head to the side as he approached the counter.

You looked around the small display room, nodding your head. “Yep… You looking for anything specific today?”

“Ah, right!” He clasped his hands together, bending over to lean on the display counter as he looked up at you. “So professional (Y/N), it’s just me.” The man chuckled.

“Actually, I thought I’d get my girl a cute little bracelet or something like that, you think she’d like that?”

Knowing your friend, she’d be ecstactic. “Oh, absolutely. Any particular occasion, or just an “I love you gift”?” You asked, already running through the list of bracelets in stock.

“It’s our two month anniversary in another week, thought I’d get her a little sumn’ sumn’, y’know?”

Gold Nile Jewelers was an expensive store. You patted yourself on the back for not dropping your jaw when he said “two month anniversary”. People came here for wedding rings and special occasion jewelry, not monthly anniversaries like some high schoolers.

Well, unless they were rich.

You showed Keigo the selection of bracelets currently available, the man listening quietly to your product descriptions and recommendations, asking questions about the fit and feel, and if you think your friend would like a particular one.

“Honestly Keigo, I could choose one I think she’d like, but it’d be more special if you chose for her.” You finally told him.  He wasn’t annoying you, but you felt frustrated with his apparent lack of knowledge about his girlfriend. How did he not know what her favorite color was? “I’d suggest coming back in a few days. Go home, see what kind of jewelry she wears, pay attention to the colors she gravitates towards, if she’s allergic to any metals.”

Keigo tapped his chin. “Hmm, you have a good point. I guess I should pay more attention to those kinds of things.”

You nodded as you began to pack the expensive bracelets back into their display cases. “Gifts for a significant other can be hard. Honestly, it means a lot if they pick it out themselves and surprise you with it. Makes it special.”

“Oh, you have a partner?” Keigo asked, bright eyes watching your hands work.

A frown almost crossed your features, but you stopped it before it could show. “Ah, sorry, that’s not really a work-appropriate question.”

“Awh, c’mon! It’s just me, we’re friends, can’t you tell me?” Keigo pouted, batting his eyelashes at you in an exaggerated, dramatic fashion. The display made you laugh, so you indulged him. After all, he was a friend. No harm in telling him something he was bond to know sooner or later.

“I’m actually single right now. But as a jeweler sale associate, I know how much it means to a person when their partner picks out a gift for them, especially if it’s a surprise.”

Keigo nodded his head solemnly.  “That makes sense. I better follow your advice then eh? Find out what she likes-“ he mused “-I can do that.”

“Good luck Keigo!” You called after him as he strolled through the door, waving when he smiled at you, giving that same, goofy two fingered salute that he always did when saying goodbye.

The man unnerved you, the visions you had experienced concerning him making you worry. But as long as he was dating your friend, you felt that you’d be fine.

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Keigo showed up again two days later.

“Back so soon?”

“You know me-“ He shook out his umbrella, placing it in the drip-bin by the door, wiping his shoes on the mat. “I always try to be speedy with my work.”

It was grey outside, drizzling slightly. You loved these kinds of days, where you could sit near a window and watch it rain while sipping tea. It was so peaceful and calm, and always soothed your stress.

“Find out anything useful?” Whatever he could tell you would make it easier to refine the jewelry selection for his particular needs.

“So, she doesn’t have any bracelets, and I asked her about why and she said they annoy her. She likes necklaces.” He clarified,. You could tell by the way he puffed up that he felt proud of his detective skills. “I even made a note of the lengths - she likes ones that dip low, which-“ He wolf whistled, and your stomach turned. But it was fine, just awkward.

“Alright, I think we have quite a few like that. Let me collect them for you and lay them out.”

Keigo strolled around the display room while you bustled about, looking in each case at the shiny metals and stones  

You laid out the necklaces, calling Keigo over. The man smiled brightly at you as you showed him the selection, noticing he was gravitating towards the more simply, elegant choices.

“I’m sure she would be thrilled with any of these.” You offered, Keigo silent as he tried to decide between two necklaces.

Still, the man shook his head, quirking his lips. “I just…. I need to see them on, y’know?” Then he brightened, as if he had just thought of something. “Hey, can you try them on? Model one for me? Just to see what it’d look like.”

You laughed nervously. “Sorry Keigo, but I’m not allowed to do that, it’s against company policy. Only customers get to try on the jewelry, and that’s if they’re supervised.”

“Awh, c’mon! No one else is here, and I won’t tell.” The man leaned forward, shooting you a quick wink before he snatched up one of the necklaces, holding it out towards you. “Please? I just need to see it. I promise I’ll buy it.”

He was so insistent, and no matter how loud the alarm bells were wringing in your head, you felt cowed by his confidence.

“Um, still… I don’t think it’s allowed-“

“Fuck what’s allowed-“ He cut you off, snorting. “-I want to see what it looks like. It’s just me (Y/N), I’m not gonna snitch.”

A heavy sigh, and you finally agreed, taking the necklace from his nimble fingers.  You slung it around your neck, not fastening the back as you held it in place. Hopefully that would be enough to sate Keigo’s curiosity.

His eyes immediately followed the curve of the necklace, how it dipped low towards your cleavage (curse you for wearing a lower-cut shirt today). You tried to ignore the leering.

“Here, let me help you fasten it, doesn’t look right otherwise.”

Before you could protest, he was sliding behind you, deft hands reaching for the necklace your had in your grasp.

“Keigo no-!”

But it was too late.

You were pressed up against a wall, face-first, your hands gathered into the small of your back and held there with a vice-like grip. There was pressure between your legs, something hammering into you, in and out, in and out, in and out.

Keigo was talking to you, you could tell it was the man by his voice. What was he saying? You were too overwhelmed with the sensation between your legs to focus on the words falling from his lips.

Sweat dripped from your temples, Keigo’s chest pressed up against your back was slick with perspiration, his nipples hard and pressing into your skin. It was an uncomfortable situation-

And then it changed.

You were tied up now, tight enough that you couldn’t move no matter how you thrashed. Knees bound in such a way so your ass was up in the air, arms stretched out in front of you, anchored to the headboard of the bed.

Keigo was behind you again - nothing to indicate that the tongue running through your core was his, but somehow, you knew.

You were begging and pleading, withing in your restraints against his tongue, but he wouldn’t let up, he wouldn’t let you crest the mountain that had built up inside. He kept chuckling, the vibrations running through you and making you buck your hips. You felt disgusting.

Then the bed was gone, and Keigo was in front of you. He was sitting in an office chair, your legs straddling his lap. Hands on your hips were dragging you back and forth, grinding you on the hard member protruding from Keigo’s lap. He was flushed, letting out little moans as he kept eye contact with you, smiling and praising you.

Then you were back.

Gasping, you shot away from Keigo, the expensive necklace clattering to the ground as it fell from your hands.

The man froze, confusion etched across his features as he watched you bend over, trying to catch your breath, to calm down, to ignore the lingering sensations from the futuristic visions.

“(Y/N)…”

“I think-I think you should leave.” You heaved, tears building. That had been awful, everything had felt good but you hadn’t. You felt uncomfortable and disrespected and stupid. That couldn’t be your future with Keigo, you wouldn’t be able to handle that. He was your friend’s boyfriend, for goodness sake!

Keigo opened his mouth to say something, but you snapped at him “Leave.”, making the man click his jaw shut.

He walked out the door, shooting you concerned glances the entire way.

You felt better as soon as he was gone, the door clicking shut after him. Thankfully, you were the only employee out front at the moment, and no other customers were present, so no one but you and Keigo had experienced your outburst.

Bending down to pick up the necklace, you inspected it carefully, horrified that you had dropped such an expensive item. It was alright though, so you brought it back to the others, shakily beginning to gather them up to put away.

You didn’t want to see Keigo again.

——-

“I just don’t understand!”

Your friend sobbed, surrounded by tissues on your bed, eyes red and blotchy.  You wished you could rub her back, our give her a hug, but you knew what would happen. So you stayed on the floor, passing up tissues and offering wordless sympathy.

“Why would he break up with me? Why?”

You shrugged, looking for words. “I don’t know… I’m sorry that this happened, but if he can’t see how awesome you are, then he’s an idiot.”

She sniffed, blowing her nose. You could tell she wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t say anything further, instead choosing to wipe her eyes.

She had called an hour or so ago, tearful, asking if she could come over. Refused to tell you what was wrong, but the second you let her in, she had burst into tears, explaining everything.

Keigo had broken up with her via text, that asshole.

“I just…. I thought we were good. Did I do something wrong? I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I. You said he just texted you out of the blue?”

She nodded her head, going to blow her nose again. “We were supposed to go out for dinner tomorrow, it’s our two month anniversary.”

You cringed. Did your encounter with Keigo in the jewelry store have something to do with this? Had you driven your friend’s boyfriend away? Had you weirded him out? Oh god, what if this was all your fault?

Your friend broke down into a sob again, slumping onto your bed. You passed her another tissue. “It’ll be okay. I think he’s a stupid fucker that just wanted to play with your heart.  He isn’t worth shit. You deserve so much better than him.”

She nodded, blotchy eyes seeking out your own. In the back of your mind, you cringed, seeing the exact same scene from your vision. Well, at least the two of you hadn’t gotten in a fight.

——-

A few weeks later, Keigo was at your door.

“You need to leave. Now.”

“Aw, c’mon (Y/N), at least hear me out?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. Maybe he had a dumb explanation for why he had dumped your friend. You were wary of him accidentally touching you again though. “Fine, but make it quick.”

“No promises.” He grinned, breezing past you and into your apartment. He beelined for the chair you had sat in last time he was here, leaving you to take a seat on the couch.

“Alright-“ He settled in, fixing you with a gleeful eye. “How do you feel about your quirk?”

Caught off guard, you blinked. Wasn’t he going to explain why he had broken your friend’s heart? “Um, what?”

“Your quirk, y’know, the one that makes you see the future?” He leaned forward, rubbing his hands together with a smile. He seemed far too pleased, and it made you nervous.

“I hate it. If I could get rid of it, I would.” You stated, ready to move onto a different topic. But just as you were about to ask him about your friend, he rose to his feet, fishing in his pockets.

He drew out a bracelet, black and red, thin. “Well then, lookie what I have.” The man walked over, sitting down quickly on the couch next to you, causing you to immediately scoot to the end. You didn’t want him touching you.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized upon noticing your unease. Instead of scooting closer, he simply tossed the bracelet onto your lap, leaning back as he watched you look at it curiously. “Put it on, see how it fits.”

“I don’t need jewelry Keigo, and I think we should be spending our time discussing why you bro-“

“Just put it on (Y/N), please? I promise you won’t regret it.”

Huffing, you did as he asked, clasping the bracelet around your wrist. It fit snug, almost too tight, but it hugged your wrist comfortingly. It was pretty, but you didn’t see what this had to do with your quirk, or with your friend, or anything that held any relevancy.

Bracelet now on, you fixed Keigo with a blank stare. “Happy?”

“I don’t know.” Keigo grinned. “Are you?” And then he was hugging you, arms wrapped around your shoulders, face buried in your neck.

You shrieked, already panicking as you tried to ready yourself for the onslaught of  visions that accompanied physical touch.

They never came.

Choking back a surprised gasp, you drew back from his hug to find Keigo’s eyes, the man smiling down at you as he watched your reaction.

“Kei-Keigo…” You stuttered, shocked, surprised, euphoric, confused - so many emotions, all at once. You couldn’t even think to brush off the hands still around your shoulders, thumbs brushing at the tops of your exposed collarbones by the neck of your shirt.

You weren’t able to think rationally, couldn’t focus on anything but the awe you felt at being touched without being slammed with visions of the future.

You forgot about the terrifying visions you had gotten when Keigo touched you.

You forgot about how he had hurt your friend, broke her heart with no explanation.

You forgot about his hands refusing to leave your body.

“Keigo, this is…. Amazing” You breathed, wide eyes snapping up, catching his smiling face, eyes crinkly and twinkly.

“I had my team modify some quirk-cancelling cuffs! You seemed so upset whenever someone touched you, I couldn’t leave you with such a burden.”

Nodding, you returned your gaze to the bracelet, turning your wrist this way and that to look at the bracelet from different angles.

“I mean, I know how much I like being touched, and touching. I think I’d totally die if I couldn’t.” Keigo chuckled, but you weren’t listening.

The rest of his time sitting next to you on the couch was spent explaining the colors he had spent so long picking (“They’re my personal favorite, aren’t they nice?”) and why he had decided on a bracelet (“It could’ve been a necklace, but I think it looks better in it’s original cuff design, looks cooler that way.”).

By the time he had to leave, you were completely sidetracked, so distracted with your shiny new jewelry that you didn’t even remember to ask what his deal was with being a jerk to your friend, his now ex-girlfriend.

-----

“-and then he gave me the bracelet. I wasn’t thinking much after that, I just… I can hug you, isn’t that incredible?”

You gave your friend another squeeze, feeling a smile dance across your face. But then you sobered, pulling back from her with your hands on her shoulders, quickly becoming serious.

“But he’s really starting to kind of weird me out. Why won’t he explain why he broke up with you? He’s being a little bitch. I tried asking him a couple times, but he kept cutting me off, and I feel like the bracelet was a distraction to stop me from busting his chops about his behavior towards you.”

Your friend looked sad for a second, before shrugging. “I dunno, he just said things weren’t working out, and that while he liked me, he’s not ready for a relationship right now ‘cause of where he’s at in his life.”

“Psh-“ You scoffed, going in for another comforting squeeze for your friend. “-that’s code for “I’m a fuckboy and want to sleep around”.”

“I know….. But it still hurts.” You friend sighed, wrapping her arms around your neck. “But at least he gave you that quirk thing. I’ve never seen you so happy.”

“I just wish he was a mildly decent person.” You grumbled, detaching from the hug to sit back, glaring at the ceiling. “He gives me the fucking creeps.”

“How so?” You friend locked her head to the side, throwing her arm over the back of the couch. You had called her over the second Keigo had left, finally gathering your wits about you.

“I dunno…” You shrugged, not quite ready to tell her about the disturbing visions containing him. Did that have something to do with their breakup? Was it your fault? What was going to happen with Keigo? It honestly scared you, the residual feelings and sensations you could remember from the visions.

Your friend nodded understandingly. “Some people just give off those vibes. Well, at least we don’t ever have to see him again. Good riddance I say.”

You agreed.

——-

Knocking on the door, you shuffled your feet as you took in the house.

It was one of those rich places - nice neighborhood, fancy street filled with lavish houses, expensive cars. You felt slightly out of place, shifting from foot to foot in your clearance-rack clothes.

The door swung open, revealing a sleepy Keigo, shirtless, clad in nothing but sweatpants.

“Oh, um-“ You quickly turned, averting your eyes, trying to give the man privacy in case he hadn’t realized he was shirtless. It looked like he had just woken up from a nap, eyes blinking owlishly, hair mussed.

“Hey (Y/N), come on in.”

Still keeping your eyes turned away, you stepped inside the opulent house, trying not to gape too much at the decor inside. You didn’t want to look like a complete peasant in front of Keigo, but he’d already been to your house, so you could imagine that he knew of your poor-ness.

“Something wrong? You can look at me y’know, I’m not gonna turn you to stone or something.” Keigo joked, voice entirely too close for comfort.

Head whipping around, you found that he was too close, practically almost touching you as he stood beside you, head cocked as he watched you.

“No… nothings wrong, you’re just…” You gestured to his torso, and Keigo looked down in confusion, before looking back at you, a grin on his face.

“Ah, just woke up.” He shrugged, before reaching out to touch your arm. “Bracelet still keeping that quirk at bay?”

You nodding, following the blonde as he turned and walked further into his house, towards the kitchen.

“Glad to hear! I just wanted to look at it a bit, make sure nothing’s worn or torn, y’know? Hate for you to have to deal with the no-touching thing again.” He said over his shoulder, gesturing for you to sit down at the island, on one of the barstools.

You did so, watching the man open his fridge, take out a carton of milk, uncap it. “Is it too tight?”

“Nope.”

He drank right out of the bottle, and you watched some dribble out of the corner of his mouth, down his chin. The man finished gulping down the milk, taking the bottle away from his lips to swipe at the white trail of liquid rolling down his chin.

Eyes dark, he made contact with your own eyes as he cleaned his chin with a finger, stuffing it in his mouth to suck it clean.

That was gross.

The next second, he was back to normal, cheerfully putting the milk back into the fridge. “Good, good. Now, mind if I take a look at it? You should keep it on though.”

You nodded, and Keigo straightened, walking around the island to sit next to you, shuffling his stool closer.

He grabbed your wrist, laying it out on the island, before beginning to poke at the bracelet, running his fingers over it, fiddling with it, squeezing the tendons in your hand, smoothing his hand up your arm.

It felt a bit intrusive.

“So the visions are all blocked?”

“Yep.”

“And you can touch and be touched?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s your appetite? Sometimes complete quirk suppression can make you lose your appetite.”

“It’s been normal, I guess I’m a little hungrier than normal, but I’ve been getting out more too, not as afraid of crowds.”

“Nice! And how about your libido?”

You spluttered, choking on your own spit, snatching your hand away from Keigo’s wandering touches.

“Excuse me? That’s a bit personal, thanks.”

Keigo shrugged, bright eyes hooded and lazy. “It’s just a question.”

“Are you done making sure it’s all good? No broken parts?” You changed the subject, narrowing your eyes. You can’t believe your friend had ever dated him, that you had ever thought he was anything but a playboy.

You wouldn’t even be here, in his house, but he had come into the jewelers a while back (both you and your friend had blocked his number), spouting something about your bracelet needing constant checks and maintenance in order to keep suppressing your quirk. (“Wouldn’t want it to stop working, right? Just stop by sometimes, here’s my address.”).

So here you were.

Keigo leaned back a little, raising an eyebrow at your irritated tone of voice. “Woah there, don’t get snippy. I’m doing you a favor, right? I’m not trying to hurt you or something.”

Technically, you guess he was right. But he had played your friend, had fucked with her feelings. He was a fuckboy, liked messing with each and every girl he could find, and you didn’t care to be one of them.

“And I appreciate that Keigo. But I like to keep my private life private.”

Keigo was silent, simply holding out a hand for you to place your arm in, so he could fiddle more with the bracelet.

Several moments of awkward silence passed before he spoke again. “You’re being awfully ungrateful. It makes me think you don’t even want this little gift. If I were you, I’d be doing everything I could to show the person kind enough to do such a thing for me how thankful I was.”

Lost for words, you stared at the man. Was he expecting some sort of award? Some sort of prize? It’s not like you had anything to give him.

“I don’t have anything to give you in thanks. Just my words, which I’ve said plenty of. I didn’t ask you to make this for me.” You pointed out.

“Sure, but you use it, don’t you? You wouldn’t like it if I took it away, right? Think about how miserable your life was before I gave you this.”

Your life had been miserable. Afraid to go out in crowds, afraid to leave the house, Nervous about grocery shopping, about paying and having the cashier touch your hand as they handed over the change.

Scared of public transportation, of coffeeshops and bookstores, of public parks, even your own home. What if one of your roommates forgot and touched you? Or accidentally bumped into you?

Plus, you could hug now, and shake hands, and slap your friends back when she told a horrible joke, or tap her when you wanted her attention.

You didn’t want to go back to before. “I’m sorry Keigo… I really do think it’s lovely, and I can never thank you enough for doing this for me.”

Keigo let go of your arm, and it swung back to your side. You could feel the man looking at you.

“You know what would let me know that you mean it?”

God, it better not be something sexual.

“You could buy me coffee. Or maybe a cookie from that bakery on 1st Avenue, you know the one? With the little bunny pastries?”

That surprised you.

“You go there? That’s my favorite place.” You mused, looking at Keigo in surprise. He didn’t seem the kind of guy who’d like a place like that. But appearances could be deceiving.

“Of course! I really like their stuff.”

“Alright,” You conceded, rising to your feet. “I’ll get you some stuff from there. Want it today?”

Keigo rose to his feet as well, crossing his arms over his bare chest. “Yeah! Let me get dressed real quick, and then I’ll go with you. Don’t go anywhere birdie.” He shot you a wink, before sauntering past you, out of the kitchen.  You raised a brow, surprised. He meant to go with you?

“Make yourself at home while you wait, don’t be afraid to kick up your feet!”  

——-

The bakery smelled as lovely as usual.

A warm atmosphere, good food, friendly employees. It was your favorite place for a reason.

“Alright, what do you want?” You asked Keigo, the two of you staring up at the menu.

“Hmm, I don’t know. What are you going to get?”

“Probably a muffin, those are my favorite.”

“What!?! That’s my favorite too! How crazy.” Keigo smiled at you, dimples showing. You got the feeling that he was brown-nosing you, but you kept the thought to yourself, striding up to the counter to order.

Muffins purchased, you approached Keigo, who was lounging by one of the display cases, admiring the delicate, mouthwatering masterpieces held within.

“All good to go?” His smile was so charming, so friendly, you almost caught yourself wanting to see it more. Huffing in irritation at yourself, you pushed past him, shoving the bag with his muffin into his chest.

“Here’s your stuff. I’m going home now, see you around.”

“Wait!” Keigo turned, jogging a little to catch up as you exited the bakery. “We gotta eat these before they get cold - hey, birdie, are you listening to me?“

You weren’t, stoically keeping your head turned forward, walking with determination. There was only so much of Keigo that you could tolerate, and you had reached your limit. He was starting to really annoy you, didn’t he get that you wanted to go home? You’ll just eat your muffin on the subway, it’s not that hard.

“(Y/N)-“ His sudden growl was punctuated by an arm on your shoulder, spinning you around and pulling you towards the man.

“Hey-!” The sudden collision of your face with his chest knocked your breath away, almost causing you to drop your own muffin in the process.

When you managed to gather yourself, you shot a glare up at Keigo’s face, only to find the blonde smirking down at you, a fierce glint in his eyes.

“I expect you to listen when I’m talking, got it? I don’t like being ignored.”

That’s evident.

You tried to back away, but he still had a hand on your shoulder, squeezing you tight to him. “Keigo! Let me go, you stupid idiot-“

“Stop it, I’m not doing anything to you, ya big baby.” He cooed down at you, before taking his hand away, letting you stumble backwards.

He was just messing with you, teasing you. It was obvious, yet still you allowed him to be around you.

“Alright, I’m sorry, I know all the touching’s gotta be new still. Wanna go eat these in the park? I’ll buy you some ice cream if you want.”

“I don’t want ice cream, I want to go home.”

Keigo frowned, walking after you when you turned on your heel, heading for the subway. “Why do you dislike me so much? I’ve done so much to help you, and yet you spit in my face. Your parents ever teach you how to be grateful? Or even respectful?”

You gasped at his accusation, stopping in your tracks to whirl around, only to find the man far closer than what you had expected. Still, you tried to hide your surprise at his proximity, jabbing a finger in his direction.

“You are a playboy, you broke my friend’s heart, and you want to sleep with every single person you come across just to mess with their feelings. I don’t want to be around you. I won’t get dragged into that.”

The man watched you, face solemn and contemplative. “Is that really how you see me?”

“Why would I say any of that unless it was true?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking up and around, as if gathering his bearings, before back down at you.

“Have you ever considered that I’m the one getting my heart broken?”

“Yeah right-“ You scoffed, only for Keigo to cut you off.

“People want to sleep with me because they think it’ll get them something that they want. Fifteen second fame, a piece in a tabloid about my “new lover”…. Think it’ll help them further their career, or that I’ll give them money. I can’t find anyone real.

“And my friend wasn’t real enough for you?” You spat, not believing him for a second.

“Nope.  You think she liked me for who I am?”

“Uh, yeah? She gushed to me all the damn time about how good you were, how she felt about you. That girl held nothing but love and affection for you.”

The man snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, sure, love for my wallet.”

“She’s not like that.” You argued, brows furrowing.

“Really? Cause she was sucking me dry, and not even in a sexy way.”

You crinkled your nose at what he was implying. Your friend wasn’t like that, she truly had felt for Keigo, had liked him as her boyfriend. She wasn’t just a leech.

“I’m done talking about my failed love life.” Keigo said lowly, nudging your shoulder. “I just thought two friends could hangout, but it seems like you think all I do is try and fuck people.”

“No, Kiego…. That’s not what I meant.” Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t, but right now…. You almost felt a twinge of sympathy for him.

Some of what he was saying made sense, how people would try and use him for various reasons. But that still didn’t explain his sudden and harsh breakup with your friend. And over text no less, a complete douche move!

But you felt bad about his words, about how he seemed to actually want to hangout, and yet you were accusing him of trying to sleep with you. But what about those visions you had had? Was that even how they went? Or were you remembering falsely based on your bias towards the man?

And what about his suggestive touches, his leering gaze? Was that maybe just how he always was, and it wasn’t exclusive to you? Were you inflating your place in his life, thinking that he wanted you?

It was confusing, and you didn’t want to think about it, try and untangle the lies from the truth. Right now, you just wanted to eat your muffin.

“If you really didn’t mean it, then can we go eat these in the park? I just want to chill with someone that isn’t trying to gain something from me. I want to spend time with someone that’s real.”

With a half-irritated sigh, you nodded, hoping you wouldn’t regret hanging out with the obnoxious man.

-----

He kept calling you, texting you. You’d had to unblock his number at some point, in order for him to text you about the bracelet and when he needed to look at it.

“Come overrrrr, I’m bored!”

“Birdie, are you hungry? The delivery place gave me extra Torikatsu and I don’t want it to go bad. Can I come drop it off?”

He’d swing by the jewelers, leaning over the counter to talk to you about a recent shoot he’d booked, or something he saw recently.

Keigo seemed to slowly insert himself into every facet of your live, against your will, ignoring every subtle, irritated attempt of yours to turn him away. Every single time you saw him, your mind would inevitably think of the visions, but you felt like you couldn’t trust yourself with those anymore.

The man assured you at every step, he had no romantic feelings for you, he just wanted a friend, someone to put him in his place, be honest with him.

You definitely were honest.

Snapping at him when he showed up at your apartment uninvited, coming up behind you on the street and grabbing your sides, laughing when you shrieked and tried to hit your attacker, only to realize it was Keigo.

Tearing into him when he tried to talk badly about your friend - she had been having less and less contact with you, and you couldn’t figure out why. Now your relationship with her was reduced to curt text messages. Maybe she was just going through a hard time, and wanted alone time? Still, you let her know you were there for her, whenever she needed.

You were honest when Keigo asked your opinion on food, TV shows, clothes, movies. It was almost satisfying saying something sucked, just to see Keigo’s face fall slightly, before he shook his head, whining.

“Then help me pick something out! I can’t do it without you-“

He totally could, he was just being a baby.

The more he inserted himself into your life, the more you realized that he was akin to a petulant child, just with muscles and a penchant for inappropriate touching.

Whenever he saw you, he’d try to draw you into a hug, letting his hands drop far down your back, way too low for you to feel comfortable. You’d slap them away, and Keigo would laugh, before ruffling your hair.

He’d have you come over so he could check your quirk suppressor, except he was in the middle of a show, and it was getting to the best part. (“Sit down, shhh, it’s just getting good!”) You’d have to sit through the entire thing, enduring Kiego’s hand lazily drawing shapes over your pants on your thigh, simply putting it back whenever you shoved it off.

He was insufferable, irritating to no end, but you could tell he was a lonely man, bitter about his love life and with his friendships.

So you tolerated his presence.

After all, he wasn’t trying to hurt you. That’s something he reiterated every single time you shied away from his touch. He made you feel like a fool for thinking the man was hitting on you, when he made it so clear that he wasn’t, only interested in friendship.

Until you fell asleep at his house.

Another one of those days were he needed to look at your quirk suppressor (which you were 99% sure was fine, it seemed like he just enjoyed seeing it on your wrist). He had been rummaging around in his room before he had to run and open the front door for you, talking as he walked back to return to his previous task.

Apparently he was trying to find a good shirt, seeing as how he had pants on, but his chest was bare. Keigo instructed you to sit on the bed for a second while he retreated into his massive closet, trying to find a good shirt  to go with the rest of his outfit.

His bedroom was pretty large, a full California King taking up the majority of the space, neatly made. The sheets and blankets felt soft beneath your fingers as you sat on it’s edge, prepared to wait for Keigo for a bit.

The man always took his fashion very seriously - one time he’d even spent two hours trying on clothes until he’d decided on an appropriate outfit to go to the park.

So you followed your tired eyes, exhausted from work and dealing with Keigo, worrying about your friend, daily life stressors and the like.  Keigo wouldn’t mind if you laid back, right? Your feet wouldn’t be on the bed, so it’d be fine.

And it was fine, pleasant, the room the perfect temperature.

You were roughly jerked out of sleep by pressure. Pressure on your hips, pressure on your lips.

Eyes jolting open, you tried to inhale, only to find yourself unsuccessful.

Keigo was on top of you.

Panicking, your hands came to push at him, a muffled sound of protest being squeaked out from where his lips pressed against yours.

Noticing you were awake, Keigo pulled back, smiling the whole while.

“I’m not willing to wait anymore, I just gotta have you.”

His eyes were glinting, hair tousled, still shirtless. You felt goosebumps arise as you remembered the vision you had so long ago, of this exact moment.

“Wai-mmph!” His lips were on yours again, passionate and warm, moving eagerly. A wet tongue pressed at the seam of your mouth, surprising you and making you blanch, which allowed the man access.

Kiego’s tongue explored the inside of your mouth, playfully tapping your own wet muscle, encouraging you to lift it and wrestle with him.

This was too weird, this wasn’t happening, you couldn’t do this-

Biting down hard, you snapped your teeth shut on his tongue, and Keigo yelped, drawing back immediately.

“Ouch, what the fuck!?! Chill out (Y/N), geez.” His hand was dabbing at his mouth, wincing when it came in contact with his bleeding tongue. You had bitten him deep, but you weren’t focused on that right now.

“What are-what are you doing?” Your voice was breathless, disoriented. The room felt…. Dark, and suffocating, as if it was closing in on the two of you, trapping you.

Keigo looked down at you, and it was only then that you realized you had been moved to lie on the bed fully, shoes off, legs splayed. The man rested on his stomach between them, his weight pressed against your body, keeping you still.

“I told you, I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been as nice as I can, but it’s time you started paying me back for everything I’ve done for you.”

What? Paying him back-was he talking about the quirk suppressor he had gifted you? Had he been lying about his true intentions this whole time?

“That’s not right, it was a gift, you-you don’t have to pay back a gift.” You spluttered, feeling as if your chest was collapsing.

Keigo shook his head, swooping down to leave a bloody kiss on your forehead, which you cringed at, before pulling back to speak.

“Nah, it wasn’t a gift. You know how expensive it was? You were always gonna have to compensate me. Now shush, I wanna feel you-“

One of his hands grabbed your jaw, keeping your face turned towards his, pressing down until tears formed in your eyes. His lips were bloody from the bite on his tongue, tasting unmistakably like iron.

You didn’t want this.

Trying to bite him again left you with a slap to your thigh, making you cry out. Keigo huffed out a laugh against your mouth.

He detached from your lips, just to start nibbling at your jawline, elating streaks of red where his lips touched.

“God, you are so sexy. I was trying to chill, but then I came out and you were sleepin’ all cute, and I couldn’t fucking stop myself from touching.”

“Stop doing this, I can pay you with something different. I don’t wanna do this Keigo.” You whispered, on the verge of crying.

“No, I get to decide what you’ll be doing for me, it’s my bracelet-“

“It’s not, you gave it to me, please stop-“

“Shut up.” He growled sinking his teeth into the side of your neck, nipping at the skin hard enough to have you screaming. “You’re so ungrateful, where’s my thanks? I’ve done so much for you.”

“Thank you, thank you Keigo, I appreciate it all-“ You hurried out, hoping it was what he wanted to hear “But I can’t do this, please don’t make me. I wanna go home.”

“There we go, I like the sound of you thanking me. You’re going to thank me for each and every time you cum tonight, got it?”

“No, no, we can’t do this, I can’t! Get off of me, please-“

“You’ll do it, or else I’ll whip you until your flesh hangs off of you in strings.” He hissed, squeezing your jaw cruelly.

The tears in your eyes overflowed as you fell silent.

“Aw, birdie, don’t cry. I’m not gonna hurt you, I never have, right?” He waited for a second, watching your face before he pressed harder, eyes hardening “Right?“

You nodded jerkily, and Keigo came to kiss your tears away, savoring their salty taste as they rolled down your cheeks.

“Keigo, this isn’t right though, please get off me. I don’t want this-“

“You want me to take this away?” A hand caught your shaking wrist, the one that had the quirk suppressor fastened snugly around it, wrenching it up so both of you could see it. “Huh? Put you back where you were in your miserable little life? Running away from everyone, holing up in your apartment, not willing to touch or be touched…”

The very thought made your insides churn, and a fresh round of tears rolled down your face as you shook your head no, lips wobbling as you whined. You felt so pathetic, so small and dumb underneath Keigo.

“That’s what I thought. You’re going to relax now, right? No more begging unless it’s for more.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, beginning to shuffle around until he could slide his hands under your shirt, pressing against your tummy as you flinched away.

“Don’t worry birdie, you’re gonna like every single thing we’re gonna do. You’ve had sex now, yeah? Since I gave you the bracelet?”

You shook your head “no”, it’s not like you were eager for sex before you got it, and all the touching-without-terrifying-visions thing was still new to you, the dating world was being eased into. Somehow though, every single date seemed to be crashed by the man on top of you.

Keigo lit up like a Christmas tree, licking his lips gleefully. “Okay, okay, I can-whew, that’s hot-I can be gentle.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you, his hands skirting up your ribs, shucking up your shirt as the traveled higher and higher.

“Keigo please-“

“Don’t you dare say stop, I’m not gonna. You’re the first person that doesn’t want anything from me, you’re real, and I’m not stopping.”

His admission made you cringe, recoiling from his touch. He followed you, palms finally smoothing over your breasts, over your bra.

“You’re going to do what I say, or else this-“ Your wrist was wrenched into view, red-and-black bracelet glittering. “-gets removed. And I’ll still do whatever the fuck I want, but you’ll be off in your mind having visions of who-knows-what while I have my way. Got it?”

Your blood chilled, body suddenly feeling ice cold. His tone was dead serious, spitting out the words with a sense of finality.

“So, just lay there and take it birdie, I’ll be good to you.”

[batwritings]

15 minutes of your time, dearest Bat, if I may. I'm studying to be a photographer, I really like taking pictures. A lot of the little jobs I do are taking graduation pictures for family friends. I got the idea of being the photographer of one of the boys, but in the nude....so I'm going to share it with you.

Model Gogy, because let's be honest he is so pretty and very photogenic. Filters are not needed for this man.

So you are hired to take photos of him on a regular because his agent likes the way your shoots come out. They have been the most flattering and it's all because you've got a crush on the British man. George is nothing but nice to you. The banter is easy and boarder line flirtatious at times. You are professional though.

Well one day you get an email from his agent, but it doesn't sound like them. 'Hey can we set up a shoot soon.' was the subject. The rest of the email was weird too. Not much information was shared and the dates were going to be in 2 days. Usually you got a week to prepare and plan things. But your Schedule was clear and to be honest you can say no.

So in the two days you scramble to get ready and made sure all your other projects were cleared out. You arrive at the address with probably more gear then you needed. It's just George there though he is awkwardly sitting at a table in the middle of the nearly empty studio waiting for you. He lights up when he sees you and even helps you with equipment. You ask him what the shoot was about and he blushes.

"I understand if you don't feel comfortable doing this. Honestly I wish my agent would have told you right from the start but I need nude pictures taken." He chews his lip nervous. The instant though of naked George with his dick out makes brain.exe stop working. The little longer you just stare at him the more nervous he gets, laughing weakly and rambling about something.

"I can...do the job." You blink back when he starts saying something about 'not worrying about it he can get someone else to do it but he trusts you'. He pauses and smiles relaxing some and smiling relieved at you.

"cool, thank you," he sounded like he wanted to say more but instead just fidgeted.

Clearing your throat you ask how he wanted to do this. He left it up to you. Again you couldn't think properly. Your own blush was surely visible. You look around at the sparse furniture. The large couch would have to work because it was the only thing besides the blankets and the floor. So you tell him the plan and proceed to set up. Usually you wouldn't, a scene would already be ready but this was different. George waited not wanting to get in your way. When it was ready you smiled at him.

"We can start when you are ready, okay?" He nods at you and plops down on the couch shifting a little awkwardly. Your camera was raised as you figured out the best angles for lighting. He was stiff and looked for once so uncomfortable.

"Do you want to do some normal shots to help you relax?" You ask giving him a warm smile trying to help him. He nods pulling off his jacket though.

"Maybe I can take of layers as we go." He says seeming to melt into his usual confidence. It was a good idea. He lounges across the sofa in his short, jeans, and shoes. Looking aloof and kinda reminding you of a cat.

He removed his shoes next, falling into another pose. Legs tucked against him and sprawled over a pillow. He looked so soft even in the slightly tight jeans. Which were the next things removed. George sat crisscross with the giant pillow him his lap and a daring look in his eyes. The light looked amazing spilling over his eyes and pale skin. There was hesitation on the next article of clothing. He settling on the socks instead. Crossing his ankles and popping his knees over the arm of the couch laying back with his shirt riding up his torso. A light whisper of a happy trail peaking out. It took longer for the next piece to so. A blush painted his cheeks. By now you were so focused on actually taking pictures you didn't even think about the situation anymore. His shirt was gone. His hands hiding parts of his chest and his eyes searched out yours. You pause for a moment taking in his figure. There before you was the nearly naked figure of the most attractive person you have ever seen. His lips were bitten red and his dark eyes looking up at you through thick lashes. The pretty pink looked like pastel chalk dusting his body. The pale skin seemed to glow in the bright lights and the many windows letting the natural sun in. Your breath catches when he give you a look that screams come here.

You don't move for a moment frozen just staring. He leans back spreading his legs and leaning back into the couch. His arms flexing as he holds them over his head and back. He is wide open and looked so damn good. You snapped a picture on accident your finger having been playing with the button. You lick your lips and clear your throat. Pushing your attention to the job. You take some pictures working hard not to drool over how god damn sexy he looked and inviting. Oh so inviting.

His hands slide down his body and stop around his waist band of his boxers smirking at you. Teasing the edges down. You gulp watching was the fabric slowly slides down his legs and pools in front of the couch. He is completely naked and standing in front of you. And the first thing you couldn't help but look at was his half hard cock. It twitched before your eyes. The muscles of his thighs flexing as he shifted into a better position on the sofa. Slouched back and looking like a lazy king. His hands gliding over his hips and dancing down his thighs. His eyes staring at you hard. One hand raised and he gave a come here gesture with one finger. Those dark eyes blown wide with the teasing lust. Your throat his dry and your camera is heavy in your hands.

Bitting your lip you move forward. He leans forward and takes the camera pulling you closer by the strap until you were nearly filling into his lap. He smirks and whispers, "wanna have some fun?" You shiver, slipping the strap off and nodding. He set the device down gently on the ground and takes your hips in his hands. He guilds you onto his lap. Your knees on each his of his hips. Those hands of his rubbing your thighs, looking up at your slightly and pressing your foreheads together. His breath smells so good, fresh and sweet like bubblegum.

He captures your lips in a hot kiss. His soft tongue dancing with yours.

While you kiss and relax more pieces of your wardrobe is removed allowing for George to touch you all over. The last thing to go was your underwear. He teases you firm hands pressing your ass and slapping it. You whine on his lap writhing excitedly. Your sex grinds against his and he moans too. The controlled ride of your hips into his was intoxicating. Your lips met and he leans you back to lay on the couch. Dipping between your spread thighs and licking your heat. The brunette sucks and licks at you for a long while your hands tangling in his hair. His slim fingers toying with your entrance. Using his own spit he presses in. A cry left your lips, stars dancing in your eyes and he continued. Your brains as become more empty the more time passed. An eternity later and you felt so fucked out you wanted to cum so badly. He kissed up your body settling between your legs. His hand that had prepped you smeared on the couch. His other hand tapping against your lips. You take them sucking hard and whining when he rubs the pads of his fingers over your tongue. When he removed them the next saliva was used to prep his cock.

The head was pressed into you slowly. Your legs wrapped around his hips and you leaned back moaning the further he pushed in. He wasn't very big but he did fill you perfectly. Tucking his hands under your thighs he lifts you off the couch some and draw his hips back before thrusting them forwards again. Grunting with he force he continues to build up his speed. You grab his thighs rolling your hips into him bouncing off his body as you meet in a slap of skin. The pleasure was maddening, the swell of release was just out of touch but this felt so perfectly good you didn't want to ever stop.

He stopped panted hard and moving you to lay with him, throwing your leg over his hip and the other straight tangled with his. This position hit something new for you cause you to cry out and grab hold of his hands on your hips. He speed up fucking hard and fast. You quivered and called out his name as you felt the swell spill over into creamy release. He followed soon after stilling deep inside and filling you up with a new pressure.

Needless to say you didn't get the pictures you needed.

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.......bat.exe has stopped working. HOLY FUCK CAMERA!!! THAT WAS FRIGGIN' AMAZING!!! AND THE WAY YOU DESCRIBE EVERYTHING IN SUCH DETAIL IS IMMACULATE! LIKE I CAN SEE IT IN MY HEAD AND FFFFFFU--

rebooting in progress, please wait. . .

[morganofthewildfire]

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There was a rule that Aelin had established for herself. A rule that she would not and could not get involved with anyone she worked with. No other models, no producers, especially no photographers.

Ever since her encounters with the last photographer she did a shoot with, when her slight encouragement due to his first impression at good looks turned into violations and gratuitous touches when he invaded her space and adjusted her pose for her. Or when he cornered her in the makeshift dressing room afterward, citing extra photos he needed to discuss.

No. Now Aelin was ice cold toward everyone she encountered, snapping if she even got a hint of them looking at her oddly or with any sort of lust in their eyes. Maybe people would say she was in the wrong industry if she didn’t want to be admired, but she didn’t think being a model meant anyone had a right to her body, whether she chose to bare it or not. That opinion had earned her the nickname fire breathing bitch queen.

So be it.

They complained, but everyone kept coming back. So much so she was the top paid model out there, known for her sexy glower and her efficiency, making every shoot as quick and easy as possible.

She never lingered, never talked, never got close. But for once, Aelin was finding that difficult. She was this close to breaking her rule. If only because of Rowan Whitethorn.

He was her photographer for her current shoot, which made it all worse. But she couldn’t help but wish that it was an underwear shoot, just so she could see his reaction to her wearing so little clothing, which was the exact opposite of her normal desires. There was just something about him. From the gleaming silvery hair, to the tan skin and smooth muscle and tattoo, to the piercing green eyes that looked at her like he knew her.

To be fair, it technically was an underwear shoot, but Aelin was wearing a thin silk robe over it, hiding anything improper. And it only piqued her interest more with how respectful he was being. Purely professional.

It was a bit frustrating.

The click of the camera brought her back into focus, and she lifted her gaze to make eye contact with Rowan as his face appeared above the lens, brows furrowed as if he was picturing the scene in his head.

But then he gestured for her to continue, and Aelin slid a hand down, pressed flat against the wall, while the other slid into her hair, tousling it and pulling slightly. She leaned into the other side, turning her head slightly and letting the sleeve of her robe fall down off her shoulder, the sound of the silk sliding conspicuous in the silence. Until the sound of the camera clicking again filled the air.

Rowan moved closer, getting different angles of shots, and Aelin looked at him from under her lashes, pursing her lips in a slight pout.

Her breath caught as she glimpsed a flicker of desire in his gaze, quickly hidden away. He was as icy as her, but she couldn’t help but want to feel what his heat would be like. She parted her lips slightly as he moved in for a close up, exhaling as she brought the hand down from her hair, fiddling with the tie of her robe.

Her heart was pounding, but she hoped he couldn’t tell as his hand reached to join hers, looking at her and murmuring a soft “may I?”

Aelin managed a nod, hoping the evidence of her desire wasn’t visible as he gently pulled the tie, only barely grazing her bare skin as his hand came across her stomach, pulling back the minute the robe fell open.

Goosebumps rose at the trail of his touch, and she was left cold as he took a few steps back, obviously trying to keep his eyes off of her exposed body. The underwear line she was promoting was practically lingerie, so the material was thin, and almost sheer and dark blood red , with straps framing her hips and the top, lining her body in a tantalizing way.

A shiver went through her as Rowan lifted the camera again, bringing it slowly to his face as he snapped the image. “Beautiful,” he whispered, as if he said it without his consent, and she shot her eyes to his, heat running through her at the praise.

Gods, she was in trouble.

[everylastlinex]

chenford week prompt day 6: “I thought I lost you”

~3.5k words, rated T

very nervous about this one! but I wanted to write a teasing scene like this one of everyone ganging up on chenford since the finale and it took a completely different route!

a collaboration with the great @poppypickle and @farfarawaygirl, please read the full collection HERE and leave some love to your favorite chenford authors churning out fic this week!

When Lucy approaches the others at their usual booth, they all look up at her, a little too in sync if you ask her, all their faces in various stages of laughter. Jackson’s got his full on lmao lol lol lol laugh going (3 LOLs that he tacks onto texts for extra emphasis, yup), Angela’s got her head tilted back, dimples out, and Tim, well, his eyes are doing that twinkling thing, mouth curved in a telltale smirk. “What’s so funny?” she asks curiously, sliding into the booth next to Tim, trying to ignore the brush of their thighs, the way his stretched out arm doesn’t move from the back of the booth, his fingers brushing against her hair. How she feels the warmth of his fingertips on a few stray strands of hair, she doesn’t understand. Scientifically, it makes no sense. There are no nerve endings there, are there? But she swears she feels it nonetheless. “What’s the joke?” “We were just talking about people desperately flirting to get out of a ticket,” Angela says with a knowing smile.

“Are we talking about when I pulled over Mario Lopez?” Her voice gets excited, sharing a grin with Jackson at her celebrity encounter from last year. She can hear Tim scoff next to her and she pretends to shush him. “I let him go. It was a mock day anyway.” “Oh, sure, because it was a mock day,” Angela teases her with a wink. “Otherwise you totally would’ve written him up, right, Chen?” “Yes!!” But it comes out a little too loudly, and everyone at the table laughs at her, even Tim. She catches his eye and shakes her head at him. “I would’ve, excuse you all. I can write up hot guys, no problem. Jackson, remember when we pulled over that underwear model for Armani?” Jackson whistles appropriately at the memory, and Lucy nods in fervent agreement. “Daaamn, that guy was so hot. Like, those cheekbones,” he gestures towards his own vaguely, “and that dimple.” “Two dimples,” Lucy reminds him, sighing blissfully at the memory. “There were two dimples. He had one on each side.” “And he had all those photos ready to show us,” Jackson recalls. “And I still gave him a ticket. See?” She turns towards her former training officer with her chin tilted up proudly, as if proving to him she’d stuck to the exemplary training he gave her. Tim just raises an eyebrow at her in amusement, eyes still twinkling with laughter as they roam over her grinning face. “I personally think you should’ve taken up his offer to join him in the backseat.” Angela bursts into laughter, sputtering so hard she nearly spills her drink. “He offered what?” Tim asks, his usual stoic voice high-pitched in disbelief. “He said he only needed five minutes to get you to-“ “Jackson!” Lucy covers her face with her hands in embarrassment for a second, pointedly not looking Tim’s way, then continues to glare at her oversharing best friend. This is him when he hasn’t even finished two drinks. “I’m just givin’ them the whole story of how you resisted temptation, Luce,” he teases back, “all the background info on what you gave up.” “Well, I did, so, yeah, perfect record here, thank you very much.” She flips her hair back dramatically with a wave of her hand, beaming at them all proudly. “Don’t be so cocky, Chen,” Angela warns from across the booth, “it only takes one encounter to bring you tumbling down from that pedestal you’re on. Ask Tim.” She smiles slyly at her best friend, raising her eyebrows so high teasingly that they nearly disappear into her hairline. Lucy gasps loudly, turning in her seat to clutch Tim’s arm . “Oh my gosh! You let someone go? You never do! Who was it?” Tim simply shakes his head at her, eyes fixed on the label of his beer bottle intently even as his lips quirk into his trademark half smile. “Was it Kate Upton? Was it a Victoria’s Secret model? Was it a swimsuit model? Was she wearing a swimsuit?” “Jeez, Chen, no,” Tim scowls at her, “what do you take me for?” “Then who was it that made the mighty Tim Bradford fall?” There’s a second of silence at the table, until Angela pipes in with, “Nova.” “Nova who?” Lucy asks before she can stop herself. Then, it hits her.

Oh. “Oh, you guys are talking about- the undercover thing with-“ She shakes her head quickly and releases Tim’s arm, wishing the room didn’t suddenly feel twenty degrees colder, a chill going through her at the memory. It immediately makes her edgy and restless in her seat, her skin feeling scratchy all over as if it’s invaded her bloodstream. “Okay, but that wasn’t real, so, don’t worry, you’re still perfect, I mean, your record’s still perfect,” she says quickly. His eyes are locked on hers but she looks away from his steady gaze. She wishes she’d grabbed a drink before she sat down so she’d have something to hold in her suddenly restless hands. Thinking back to that stop makes her want to downright throw up her dinner. There had been the wave of pure joy at seeing Tim, even when she knew logically that her getting pulled over undercover could mean something going very wrong in terms of potentially blowing her cover. But seeing Tim after many stressful days away from home, after not having ridden with him for weeks since officially graduating her rookie year, the emotional part of her was drawn to him, eyes racing over the familiar lines of his face, breathing a little faster to take in his woodsy cologne, mesmerized by him like he was a figment of her imagination she’d hallucinated. But the fear overtook any joy when she realized she had to get him and Jackson out alive. When Dahrio’s plan was to simply shoot the cops and flee the scene, her only plea had been to try flirting, to try anything before she could let it happen. Not to Jackson, not to Tim, not them hurt and bleeding or dead on the pavement, her being forced to drive off because she can’t break her damn cover. Not Tim dead on the road because she got distracted and swerved and got pulled over.   Not because of her. “It was such bad flirting too, if that’s what you really want to go down in history as breaking your incredible willpower,” Jackson’s telling Tim, and Lucy forces herself to breathe through her emotions and focus on his words. “I mean, why don’t you come to the party,” he imitates in a high pitched voice, grinning at Lucy. “I mean, really, girl? That’s all you could come up with?” “Seriously, Chen, all the wide world of cop come-ons and you kept it PG?” Angela snorts at her from across the booth, shaking her head slightly. “I would get guys offering to let me cuff ‘em every few months on patrol.” “Right? That’s what I’m saying!” Jackson’s nodding with Angela now, the both of them looking at her with various expressions of disappointment, like she hadn’t done her best work and let them down. “Nothing about handcuffs, nothing about what he’s hiding under his uniform, I mean, it was bad.” Jackson is still laughing, and his voice sounds horribly high-pitched and terribly close and there’s just nothing funny about this, why doesn’t he understand? Lucy forces herself to take another deep breath. “Well, I’m so sorry I disappointed you,” she snaps, but they don’t seem to hear her over their boisterous laughter. She sneaks a glance at Tim and he’s staring at her quietly, like he’s trying to figure her out, like he’s sensing the shift in her expression and her body language even if he’s not asking about it out loud. He furrows his brows at her in a silent question but she quickly looks away, not allowing him to read the answers on her face, and turns back to face the duo across from her. “It’s not like I had time to prep running into-“ “You’re the hotshot UC,” Angela says teasingly, “you’re supposed to be able to think on your feet. Although not much to go on when you’re working with dead weight like Tim over there.” “Hey,” Tim says, frowning at his best friend, “I did just fine, okay?” “We’d have fun at the party,” Jackson echoes in a horribly low imitation of Tim’s voice. It’s enough to make Angela understand though, and she promptly bursts into giggles again. “Smooth. Real seductive, sir.” “Shut it, West.”

“I’m just saying, the two of you?” He points a finder between them. “A whole year of riding together side by side, and that’s the best chemistry you could come up with? Boring.” “It’s pretty pathetic,” Angela echoes. “I’d do better with Jackson and he’s gay.” “Hell yeah, we would,” her former rookie tells her, the two of them sharing an in-sync high-five without looking at the other. “We’d flirt up a firestorm.” “Okay, enough,” Tim says, rolling his eyes at them. “Let’s move on-“ “Luce, you could’ve at least batted your eyelashes at the guy-“ “I’m so sorry that my flirting was too shitty for you, Jackson, I was a little busy trying to save your life!” Lucy exclaims in a burst of sudden emotion, her hands flying up as if she’d like nothing more than to reach across the table and strangle her roommate. There’s a long beat of stunned silence at the table, and though Lucy doesn’t look at any of them, she can feel the three of them frantically exchanging glances with one other, trying to figure out what the hell she’s talking about. Lucy had de-briefed with Nyla, but with the emergency wedding which was then overtaken by Angela’s kidnapping and La Fiera’s escape, she never got to talk about the UC sting with Jackson or the others. There was no need to when so much had happened and they’d all moved on to keep up with the new, more pressing events.   “Lucy…” Tim’s voice is unusually soft next to her, a tone she hasn’t heard from him since he cradled her in his arms in the desert. She tries not to let her chin wobble when she hears it, blinking back the sudden rush of tears that threaten to flood her eyes. “What are you talking about?” Jackson’s confused voice interrupts anything Tim could have been gearing up to say. She’s thankful for that actually, she can focus more clearly on the anger she’s feeling directed towards her roommate instead of falling apart at anything Tim might say in that gentle tone of his. “What do you mean-“ “I mean, that Dahrio Solanga’s plan was to shoot you both and leave you for dead in the middle of the road,” she explains bitterly, nearly spitting the words at him, “so, yeah, I used a little quick thinking and tried plan B.” Jackson inhales sharply in surprise, eyes darting to Tim’s to see the same emotion on the senior officer’s usually unreadable face too. He hadn’t known this detail either. Angela looks just as shocked as she stares at Lucy, her face a mixture of horror and pride. “I… shit, Lucy, I didn’t know,” he says quickly, reaching across the table to grab her hand in apology, “we didn’t know. I was just messin’ with you-“ “Yeah, no kidding,” Lucy says with an eyeroll, pulling her hand quickly out of his grasp. “Next time I’ll just take my top off and throw my bra at him, thanks for the feedback.” She grabs her purse and moves quickly, head down and towards the exit, quickly marching down the sidewalk, past the restaurant and convenience store next to the bar, only stopping when the building ends and she can turn the corner and rest against the brick wall. She takes a deep and shuddering breath, tries to remain calm, forces her hands to unclench and her back to stretch, rolling her shoulders to release the tension. Breathe in, hold for two seconds, breathe out. Breathe in, hold for two seconds, breathe out. She’s blinking so furiously to drive back the tears that are threatening to come to the surface, that she nearly misses the relieved look on Tim’s face when he comes sprinting around the corner. He stops right in front of her, barely a hitch in his breath from the sudden burst of exercise. It makes her snort a little and remember how he’d give her a raised eyebrow and subtle tilt of his head, making her chase after those pesky evading arrest suspects, even if he could get to them faster. “Hey,” he says as if it’s all casual, her exploding on her best friend and leaving the bar, like it’s something that happens every other week.

He comes to stand next to her and she resolutely ignores him for a full few seconds. Finally, she looks up at him. His face is half shadows in the low glow of the streetlights but she catches the intensity of his eyes, the solemn way he looks at her like she’s a puzzle he hasn’t solved yet.

“What?” Lucy means to snap it at him, to be as annoyed with him as she was with Jackson, for all the residual anger to come out in that one word, but instead it comes out soft, like she can’t look at him and not be swayed. The cauldron of hurt and anger that was bubbling with emotion suddenly was calming into ripples of tenderness as soon as she saw his face. “Nothing.” When she arches her eyebrow at him, Tim gives her a small, reassuring smile, leaning forward the slightest bit to nudge her shoulder with his own. “Just ignore them, they’re messin’ around,” he tells her. “I know,” she says forcefully. “It’s not funny. I mean, if you know the whole story, it’snot.” “You’re right,” he nods at her, eyes blue and bright, full of an emotion she can’t name but has been seeing so frequently whenever she catches his gaze across the hall or the crowded parking lot or the low light of the bar, “it’s not.” “I was… I…” Lucy takes a big, shuddering breath, forcing herself to breathe through it, blinking away tears. They spill over anyway and Tim’s eyes follow them, down the path of her cheeks until a few disappear into the corner of her mouth. “I was really scared. I thought I was going to lose you.” “You didn’t. Hey,” he bends down the slightest, his hands resting on her shoulders firmly, sliding down to her elbows, blue eyes solemn as they meet her frantic brown ones, “you didn’t. I’m right here.” She nods, tries to look away from him so he doesn’t see the way her lips tremble at the memory of the fear gripping her, the churning of her stomach every second he was standing at Nova’s car door. But he won’t break eye contact and he sees the emotion displayed on every line of her face, a few stray tears managing to escape. Before she can turn away, he’s muttering under his breath and tugging her towards him, right into his chest. All of a sudden, she’s surrounded by so much Tim. It floors her completely, her senses invaded by him. How warm he is, how tall, the smell of his cologne which was always faint from a foot away in the shop but now is tickling her nose, invading her lungs and working its way into her bloodstream. There’s a hint of the clean scent of whatever laundry detergent he must use when he washes his Henleys. How his whole chest just rumbles as he talks, his voice echoing in her ear as if it’s coming from the source itself, from right inside his oh so honorable heart. “You did good, Lucy, you did. Jackson and I are fine. You’re fine. I’m right here.” She nods into his chest, takes in a deep breath of fabric as if she can inhale his strength and stability through it as well. How long they stand there, their arms around each other, she doesn’t know, she doesn’t want to know because then she’ll start overthinking it. All she knows is that this is the most safe she’s felt in a long, long time. Reluctantly, Lucy tilts her head back to look at him, millimeter by millimeter, almost wishing she hadn’t because he’s looking down at her and now she has no choice but to step back, move away and break the contact. “It was a tough day, that day,” Tim admits softly. His hands slide into the pockets of his jeans, as if to prevent himself from reaching for her again. He rocks slightly and Lucy flashes back to a night at the precinct gym, her ring being thrown at her, his shy smile as he turned away and left her lost in thought about a rescue he never took credit for. “And that night, when you didn’t make contact… I thought I lost you too. But you’re here, I’m here, we’re okay.” “I know,” she nods, releasing a huge exhale and trying to shake off the heavy feelings clouding her judgment. “I was just so scared I’d-” She stops immediately when she realizes what she was going to say, biting her lower lip as if to physically contain the words. “You what?” When she says nothing, Tim gives her his old TO glare, frowning at her with impatience written all over his face. “Spit it out, Boot.”

Lucy takes a ragged breath before sharing her confession. “That I’d lose you before I even had you.” Tim’s mouth drops open slightly in surprise at the sentiment, as if she’s broken a law by saying the words out loud. He takes a deep breath, eyes stormy as he looks down at her. “Lucy… hey, you have me. I’m already yours.” This time, Lucy’s the one who steps forward. Her hair brushes the bottom of his chin when she looks up at him and spies his jaw clenching with unknown emotion. Her hands travel up to the sides of his face as if by some command of their own and she watches his eyes flicker down to her lips and stay there until she utters his name breathlessly. “Tim.” “Be sure, Lucy,” he tells her fiercely, fingers tightening on her arms as if holding himself back until she gives permission, “because once we do this-“ She’s already sure. She leans up and presses her lips against his fiercely, silencing any other words he thinks he needs to say. It takes him a moment to realize what’s happened. His mouth remains still under hers for an entire millisecond, then he responds quickly with enthusiasm. His hands wrap around her waist, tugging her closer and kissing her back. She doesn’t know when it happened but suddenly she’s got her back against the brick wall, her front entirely covered by Tim’s broad chest as he leans down and kisses her fervently, all lips and tongue and low moans emerging from both of them. “Come home with me,” Tim murmurs when their lips break and he trails his lips over to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. She tilts her head up the slightest to smile at him, panting to catch her breath as she tightens her grip around his waist. “Hmm, aren’t you gonna buy me dinner first?” “Tomorrow,” he promises with a tiny smile as he looks down at her earnestly, “I promise.” “Okay.” She says it so simply that it catches them both by surprise, but the word makes her feel so much happiness that it can’t be wrong. Not when she sees the look of pure joy on his face. “I want to see Kojo anyway,” she adds just to watch him throw his head back and laugh. She lives for that laugh, she has been for so long but now she can finally admit it. He leans down to drop a kiss on her forehead, wrapping an arm around her as he leads the way back down the block. “Oh, you do, huh? That’s what this is about, getting close to my dog?” “Our dog,” she corrects quickly. Just when they’re almost at his truck, she hesitates, looking back the way they came. He pauses behind her, looking at her nervously like he’s scared she’s changed her mind. “I should probably go inside and apologize to Jackson, huh?” “I guess you could,” Tim says slowly. “Or,” he winks at her, “let him sweat. He was being an ass and he wasn’t even drunk.” Lucy giggles, smiling softly in thanks as he opens the passenger’s side door for her. “I’ll just text him for now, I don’t wanna make him feel bad all night.” He shakes his head at her in mock disappointment. “You’re too damn nice.” “It’s nice to be nice. You should try it sometime,” she teases back just before sliding into her seat. “Hmm. Maybe, maybe not. Being nice to you is enough for me.” Then with a wink at her, he closes the door, leaving Lucy’s heart racing and cheeks flushing, the whole night ahead of them.

[soramel]

In Love and War (ksj)

tags: idol!au, fake dating trope, enemies-to-lovers status: Ongoing (1/3)

It was that kind of Friday night (more like Saturday morning). You drank two shots too many, stayed on the dancefloor one minute too long, before the floor started spinning on your feet, or maybe you were.

Or maybe it's the number on your suite's door

Or your keycard's the one's floating

Or maybe the key slot's pulling a prank on you, avoiding your aim as you slam the damn card in.

You stumbled, the knob swinging down like magic.

"I'm never gonna drink again," you grumbled. A recurring resolution that floats in your mind which would be gone and forgotten as soon as you dive in your bed for the night.

Part 1

Having projects in LA is much more fun. You get to party and run around without scrutinizing eyes. Although you do miss the coldness of Seoul, the sun and the smell of weed in random corners of Hollywood is like an adventure in your backyard.

Your manager might kill you tomorrow, but you're quite sure that the alcohol will wear off by the time you board the plane back home. Or maybe not. That would make sleep easier to come though.

After the fashion week in New York, 4 weeks were spent in the west coast for several shoots and shows. You'll fly back home and do projects again for a month before going to Dubai, then Paris, for runway shows.

You never found modelling glamourous. When you were starting, you spent a whole day waiting in line just for you to walk for less than 5 seconds. Most times you get to wait out in the cold or in a humid heat, just for you to get snubbed and scrutinized for being too meaty, too thin, too tall, not small enough, not a blank canvas, too sharp, too soft.

You learned to not take those snide comments and backhanded compliments too seriously. Over time.

You got to be confident in your bare skin and embrace each curve and freckle and stretchmark. If you only knew how confidence could boost your presence, you could've worked on it when you were just starting.

Cold air grazed against your exposed skin. In contrast to LA's hot weather, their air-condition is freezingly too much. You squirmed and took refuge in the warmth of your duvet and pillow. It's odd and warmer than you're used to but you're not complaining. The blanket have somehow wounded around your body, cocooning you in a warm embrace.

"Happy birthday!!!"

Shouts and cheers jolted you awake, but it shortly ended up in screams of horror and surprise as you relayed frantic glances to different pairs of eyes.

"Turn the live off!"

"Jin hyung! We agreed on behaving!"

"How many saw that?"

"Who the heck are you?!"

"I don't know! Why are you in my room?!" you defensively replied. "Who are you, people?!" you freaked out.

"They're my members! And that's our camera director!"

"Oh my god my head's aching," you groaned and bent forward, cradling your pounding head in your arms.

It was then when you recognized the familiar faces you just saw. Everyone knows them.

You sighed when you realized you were still in your tank top and underwear.

"Who sent you here?" Jin asked, perplexed, his arms were folded against his chest in a defensive stance. You took offense at his action, making you scoff.

"This is my room. I know I'm getting quite an attention in the runway scene but you... you..."

you couldn't continue the accusation you were formulating because heck, why would he, a global star, would sneak his way into your suite, unless,

"You're a pervert stalker!"

He gasped and his brows furrowed. You could almost see smoke puffing out of his ears as his face flushed with red fury.

"You're in my suite! You're the pervert stalker!" he shouted back.

A stout man then stormed in the room, his eyes alarmed. "What's happening here? Who are you? Seize her!" he shouted orders after tall men in black filed in.

"What would you do to me? Back off! I'll sue you!"

The man replied, "You should've known better before pulling this kind of stunt to my artist. You'll go to jail."

You shook your head and frustration seeped through you at how you felt misunderstood and ganged up on. You further backed away from one of them reaching out to you. "Call my manager! I'm not some freak psycho who's after any of you. I'm famous too, you know!"

You're not the kind of person who uses her fame, but it was a cornering situation you desperately need to get out of.

"If you touch me, I'll sue you for harassment."

"You entered his suite without permission."

"This is my room!" you insisted. But now you weren't so sure as you were hammered drunk last night.

---

You were now seated on the couch as you fidget nervously. It was then cleared out that you got the wrong suite and that the door was held open early in the morning for their surprise to Jin. That explains the headache and groggy state you're in, barely getting any sleep.

Their manager pretty much yelled at the ridiculous stunt and fired the staff in charge right there and then.

"Y/n!" your head whipped up at the sight of your manager rushing in through the door. You looked up at her and couldn't hold back the tears you've been holding.

"Ms. Seo!" you uttered and ran up to her, hugging her as you seek refuge in her arms.

"What happened?"

"My father happened. If he'd just let me stay in his hotel and didn't belittle my job too much, I could've avoided this. And Alex! He bought so much drinks for me!"

"Who's Alex?" she asked back, confused.

"The friend I made last night."

"Y/n!" she reprimanded.

"He was nice! And then... and then..."

"Your talent got into my suite. She was too drunk to notice," Jin cut you off.

You whirled towards him and said, "You could've woken me up. Or something,"

"You're not the only one who's been busy and tired. Luckier you, you got to party."

His manager then stepped in, knowing how bad tempered he can be. "I figured you saw the video already. It was live so despite us taking it down, his fans still got a snip of it."

Both of your managers got into a conversation disregarding the two of you as if you were children. They were like parents calmly talking about the situation, understanding each other's statements. While you threw Jin a heated stare, he only shook his head out of utter disappointment.

The whole situation is not pleasant to you either, but Jin's expression is out of this world. His ice-cold glare sent shivers down your spine, making you do nothing but avert from his killer gaze.

You buried your face in your hands out of regret. You somehow knew your partying habit would get you into trouble sooner or later, but you've been very careful. It's just that you thought that once you're out of the party scene, you're deemed safe.

"- we will be talking to our lawyer about this, so I couldn't make any promises."

"Either way, you should cooperate with our investigation if you're not hiding anything."

"We're not. We'll agree to it as long as this is settled legally and you have a warrant."

"She trespassed!"

"It was an accident. An honest mistake on her part. She was..." Ms. Seo sighed in shame, before saying, "intoxicated. Isn't that obvious? She didn't mean any harm. Mr. Kim isn't hurt. Anyone isn't."

"Do you know what this has caused my artist's reputation?"

"So does mine. She wouldn't have slipped in if the door was locked."

"So you're really going there?"

"I told you we'll cooperate but with legal safeguards to protect us."

A ring have cut through the intense bullets flying to and fro across the room.

It was your phone.

Dad calling...

Shoot.

You flinched. You couldn't even dare to press the red button and just kept staring on the screen.

"Y/n," you glanced up at Ms. Seo with teary eyes, asking for her to take it on your behalf. She shook her head and urged you to take it.

With a sigh, you picked up the call and closed your eyes as you brace yourself.

"Dad?"

"Is it true?" his voice sounded menacing.

You held in your breath and stalled, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know I don't take bullshits. I've let you on your own and this is how you repay me? I don't care who you sleep with but at least have some decency to not get caught and bring shame to the family!"

"It's not like that. It was an accident. I didn't," you let out an exhausted breath. "My manager and I will fix this. Don't worry."

"The damage has been done. People have traced who you are. Do you know you're being painted as a rebel heiress? Your pictures with models and few personalities, partying, are all over the internet and the news. Now, the public are even scrutinizing us, your parents."

"Is your manager in the room?" he asked after a beat.

"Yes."

"Put me on speaker."

"But dad, this isn't the right time. We have other people in the room," you replied, meeting the eyes of everyone who seemed to be listening to the call. A staff barged in and talked to Jin's manager, showing him something on the tablet.

"Other people involved in this matter you mean?"

"Yes."

"Better. Put me on speaker. Now."

"Sir," Ms. Seo greeted once you've put it on the coffee table.

"I'll compensate for everything my daughter has caused. Money is not an issue here. Cancel all her contracts from this point on and my legal team will help you with the penalties. Y/n will fly back here to Seoul."

"Dad!"

"I already told you to not join the circus, Y/n. I won't let anyone slander this family. This is your last straw. You burned it. Now, go back here,"

The line ended, leaving you all speechless. -- It has been a month since you were flown back to Seoul. The wound was still all painful and bitter for losing the momentum you've had in the fashion world. In a snap, your father has proved how he could end your career anytime he wants.

On top of compensation, a threat to pull out of the current deals they had currently with the band were laid out on the table unless their management will not release any single statement for the matter.

The surprising part is that, everything in your life was laid out there. Out for the world to read. You became more famous, in three-folds, than you've been ever before. Soon, some stories were spun up how you and Jin met. Someone have caught a picture of the both of you in a museum, coincidentally. They even got a wind of how the scandal affected your career and that your influential family have paid millions to protect you.

Soon after, your father released a statement on your behalf. That you have done nothing wrong and you've been nothing but being independent on your own. The recent events have pushed him to step in and save you from scrutinizing eyes.

When he was asked on his thoughts about your nonexistent relationship with the idol, he stated, "My daughter's recovering from the whole fiasco. I have nothing to say about the rumors."

Then again, because of a vague statement, the whole situation was being painted as a Shakespeare piece. A star-crossed lovers. Your father being painted as a good-natured villain, while you, a rebel turned into a princess who was swept off her feet by a prince.

It was a well-cooked slow burn love story now for the media and for the fans of both sides. An orchestrated piece where hints and bits were dropped off for anyone to connect the dots.

And now you're here, in a meeting room with Jin who's calmer than before. A pitying gaze on his eyes which annoyed the hell out of you.

You couldn't help but scoff.

Tables have turned in more ways than one.

"The PR stunt was slow but effective. Making it organic and believable for everyone." Jin's manager spoke up.

You on the other hand, has been on the blind side of things.

"I thought everyone was paid off. Why are we having this meeting?" you turned to Ms. Seo.

She looked at you and said, "Your father and I have settled everything. We're now on the second phase of the plan. They also agreed to this."

"What's happening?" you asked in utter confusion.

"We're writing a romance movie. So you could get back to your modelling and Jin would be painted in a better light. The damage has been done the moment you were broadcasted on live. We just tipped the opinion of the public to the pastured side," she explained.

--

"This is ridiculous!" you declared after the walkthrough. "You agreed to this?!" you snapped at Jin, who was just silent all throughout the meeting.

--

You flew to Paris a day after that under some hideous disguise so no one could recognize. After settling in, you got ready for the first take. A natural look. You took a morning stroll through the winding streets, heading to a bakery before walking back to your place. You walked slow towards the rented apartment, your face bare and gracefully pale to sell off the movie script everyone wrote.

Beep. Shutter.

And the first scene was set.

--

"Pictures would be published a day later so you'd be safe. By the time they got a wind of the situation, you guys are both back here in Seoul. Taking the second sequence," the PR adviser discussed as he peeled off the storyboard.

--

Seokjin's looking at you at an arm's length distance before grabbing your hand. His hands are cold and pale from the city's harsh breeze.

"I can't believe we're doing this," you whispered, your scarf now covering almost half your face. Your outfit was straight out of a hallmark movie while he's wearing a ridiculous oversized pink sweater and khaki shorts. "And your outfit, seriously?"

He pursed his lips and pulled you towards him, gently. He then whispered to your ear, "Don't make me laugh. I was supposed to be in disguise when meeting you."

"You're attracting attention to yourself by being hideous," you retorted as you felt his hug tighten, his head burying on your shoulder.

Beep. Shutter.

"That's the point," he hoarsely replied.

You sighed. "I'm sorry. I know this is tiring. We could just..."

Seokjin shook his head. "It's okay. I'm sorry for putting your career in jeopardy."

"It's my fault. Don't be sorry. I got you in so much trouble."

"It's no one's fault," he settled.

You let out a sigh against his chest.

Then he spoke, "You should push me away. I chased after you, but you're done, remember?"

"This is ridiculous."

"You've said that for a hundredth time. Now do your part, Juliet," he replied in a teasing tone.

You gulped and couldn't help but chuckle, in response, Jin tucked your head in. "Don't laugh, you're making me laugh. We'll blow this up. Really, you're such a bad actress," he said through gritted teeth while fighting a smile off his face.

With that you pushed him away with a glare.

"I'm a freaking model. I can act," you reprimanded him, raising an eyebrow in a challenge.

He tilted his head to the side, "Not like that, be heart broken."

He reached again for your hand but this time you spat it away.

"Fine," you turned around and ran towards the building, hiding your face as if you're sobbing, but in reality, the whole scenario's sending you to madness.

With all the relentless shutters you've heard since the scene, you only hoped a couple of them would look convincing.

--

"Your boyfriend's here," Ms. Seo announced while you were getting your makeup ready for a shoot. Deals started pouring in right after the release of your heartbreaking pictures. As a strategy, the most unassuming gig was picked. A coffee commercial.

You turned to your manager with wide eyes as the staff pretended to hear nothing. Your makeup artist paused a bit before pretending on powdering your face as a touch up.

"We broke up. What are you talking about?" you carefully treaded, earning silenced gasps from your stylist to the floor manager and even the photographer who were suddenly in your perimeter.

Ms. Seo shrugged and left the studio. You saw Seokjin walking in in his crisp white shirt and slacks, his hair slicked back and looking handsome as ever.

"Everyone out! Be back and we'll start in 15!" someone announced, sending you in utter confusion.

You watched him as he made his way towards you. Neither of you spoke as you waited for the last person to leave the room.

Once the studio doors clicked shut, you uttered, "We're not scheduled to shoot in two days,"

Seokjin shrugged, his hands tucked behind him.

"The team thought we need a follow up. We couldn't just make up all of a sudden with all the pushing and swatting done in Paris."

You chuckled, "You told me to push you away."

"I did."

You sighed in exasperation and decided to move on. Walking up to him you crossed your arms against your chest. "So what do I need to do?"

He brought flowers and handed it to you, saying, "There're cameras across the window, you just have to accept these and be photographed."

You rolled your eyes and stepped to him, handing out your hand to accept the flowers.

He raised a brow and said, "Closer,"

You took a step closer and gently grabbed the bouquet from him. A lingering hold to let the moment be captured.

Then you turned away, back to a spot covered by the wall. He stood there by the window, staring at you.

"How's everything so far?"

You nodded back and replied, "Good. Let me know if I need to do anything for you. I owe you for cooperating to this ridiculous plan."

Jin let out a bitter chuckle, "It's for my image too. This is a lot of work, but it's the best way to get out of this situation."

"If it's of any comfort to you, my branding soared, for being a real adult. Whatever that means," he added.

You nodded in understanding, "So we'll just squeeze the lemonade out of this."

He laughed at the comparison you used, but nodded in agreement. "Yes. I'll consider this as an acting gig. You should too. For your portfolio."

You chuckled back and nodded, "Okay, thank you, Jin."

--

You briskly walked to Jin's car at the end of your appointment for that day. You're now on the second sequence, a scene where Jin is driving you home, stopping for a quick dinner along the way.

You huffed as you pulled his car door shut.

"Hi," you greeted, untangling your thick red scarf from your neck.

"Ready?" he asked as you buckle in. You looked around and remarked, "Wow, this car isn't really tinted huh."

He laughed. "It's for my safety. In case you'd do anything bad to me."

"As if," you retorted and chuckled back.

You were both advised to be careful as the traction of your story has been picked up by different news agencies. Along with your hired photographers, real paparazzis are now out there to get you both.

"Assume as if you're really sneaking away. Just get on the spots we told you so our team can have clear shots," Ms. Seo reminded on the phone, minutes before the stage.

Few minutes later of battling through the city, he parked the car on the riverside. As he pulled the handbrake, you asked, "I thought we're having dinner."

"Yeah, but too many people. I prepared ahead here," he replied before taking off and opening the trunk.

You followed with curiosity and laughed when you found camping pots and utensils and a few packs of ramen. Then he revealed a plate of jokbal tightly packed.

Your mouth watered at the sight and turned to him in glee. "Oh my god," you told him with a grin.

He stared at you for a while and didn't say anything. So you proceeded, "This is amazing, Jin! I like it," you informed him before digging for the water bottles and the portable kettle. Beyond you are the trees, the hood facing the empty parking lot.

"Where do we go?" you asked after securing the bottles and kettle.

Jin stuttered, blinking, before saying, "Just here," he replied in a rasp.

"Oh, okay," you agreed right away seating on the trunk and opening the bottle of water then pouring it in the kettle.

You looked around and through the dimly lit forest park. You turned to him as you wait for the water to boil, "I haven't seen any photographers though, you sure we didn't lose them?" you asked as you watch him take a seat beside you.

"They're around somewhere. I'm sure. They have to hide well so it won't be too obvious," he replied, his voice sounding stressed. With a concerned look, you asked, "Is everything alright?"

He bit his lip and nodded, "Yeah, just tired."

You stood up and went in front of him. With your arms wide open, you told him, "You can recharge. I give hugs for free."

Jin chuckled and shook his head as his gaze wandered on your face. There was something in his eyes you didn't used to see and you attributed that to his exhaustion. He must've a busier schedule and this is an additional work for him.

He wrapped a hand around your waist, then pulled you closer to him, resting his chin on your shoulder. You automatically hugged him back, giving the back of his head a gentle caress.

You settled between his thighs as you sighed out a hum. "This is nice," you muttered.

"It is."

Shutter.

--

"From thereon, we'll let the issue die down. We will circulate a story on your breakup after a month." the PR head finished, turning to everyone.

"Questions?"

--

The stunt was a success and despite you having both supporters and haters, the scandal winded down into a much positive note. Offers came back according to Ms. Seo. Which is why you're in Dubai for an editorial shoot.

You thought everything was over when your father have paid off everyone. You didn't even know he'd go through pins and needles to clear your name. May it be for the sake of your family's reputation or you as his daughter, you didn't go further to distinguish. On a family dinner, when you informed him you'll be flying out of the country for your projects, he didn't comment much about it. Well aside from a threat of you going to parties.

Slumping down the couch, you reached for your phone. You posted a photo of the sunset in the desert to update your followers before heading for bed as you have an early flight to Paris tomorrow.

--

You woke up to a notification.

From: Kim Seokjin

Don't I look handsome?

You chuckled at the message and the selfie he sent. He has cucumbers covering his eyes and his hair was up in pigtails. You took note of how unfair his plump lips looked even without filter.

Typing in, Very., you replied.

Not long after, he messaged back,

When are you coming back?

In two weeks

I'll treat you to a meal.

We'd broken up by then, though?

Ouch.

You laughed at his reply as you get ready for the flight. You and Jin have formed a friendship over the situation. It wasn't that difficult. He's dorky and kind though you thought he was really a snob at first. Which was fair considering how you've almost ruined everything for him.

--

No official statement on the confirmation of your relationship was published, however news articles have released news on your breakup due to your busy schedules. You took off from social media for three days as everyone bombarded you with questions, cheer ups, and hate messages.

It was a cold morning, so you opted to stay in your apartment instead of heading out. Besides, cameras would still be hot on your tail since it's been less than a month since the breakup news.

"And now, exhale as you crunch up, tucking your navel in," the soothing voice of the instructor and your ragged breath were the prominent sound in the four-walled space.

"You know it's coming, now, hold it," she added further after a bit.

You grunted and pushed yourself despite the burn on your upper mid. With a laser focus on the wall, you huffed down as the doorbell rang.

With labored breath you wiped your forehead, turned on your stomach and lifted up in a cobra position to give the sore muscle a nice stretch.

The doorbell rang once again.

You hurried towards the door, expecting Ms. Seo, only to be surprised when faced with Jin's equally surprised face.

He tried his best not to look down, though your red-flushed face and sweaty look made his mind haywired. You were equally comprehending as to what he's doing at your door in broad daylight until you remembered proposing to eat in your apartment instead for safety reasons.

You slapped your forehead, making him also flinch out of a trance you barely noticed. "Shit, I completely forgot. Come in," you rambled as you opened the door wide open for him.

He didn't move an inch, his ears red, as he put a hand on the back of his neck. "I could visit another day, you must've been busy. It's alrigh-"

"No, no! I was just finishing my workout. I'm done now," you countered as you take a step forward only then to realize how you inappropriately dressed you are.

"Please come in, I'll just change my clothes,"

Jin swallowed down his nerve and you feel like you've put him in an uncomfortable situation. Pursing your lips, you said, "Look, I'm genuinely inviting you in and admitting that it's utterly stupid of me to forget. Why don't you use my kitchen for those takeouts while I change? I'll be back in a jiffy."

In a resolve, he decidedly nodded and walked himself in. You turned your back on him to lead the way to the kitchen.

"The dishes are in this cupboard, cups are on this side," you opened cabinets one by one to show him. You turned to another counter and pulled a drawer open around your hip, "Utensils are here,"

"Y/n," he sternly called for your attention.

Whipping your head to his direction in inquiry, your round curious eyes almost lashed something in his gut. "I'll help myself. Go get changed,"

"Oh, yeah right. Okay!"

You scurried to your bedroom to put over a loose shirt, its size meant to be big to even hang past your hips. You squeezed into black tight shorts right after.

Walking back to the kitchen, you saw him silently unpacking the food he brought. It was just the unclicking of tupperwares, soft tuds of the containers as he laid it all down the counter with much practiced ease.

"Hey," you greeted as you darted out right beside him.

He gasped in surprise but before you could tease him about being jumpy, he let out a light chuckle.

"I just brought a few," he diverted, going back to his unpacking. You could see the egg rolls generously sprinkled by spring onions and carrots, the kimchi slices were stacked neatly, the picked yellow radish where cut in nice squares, and your mouth watered at the sight of spicy-red octopus legs.

You swore you almost caught yourself drooling.

Jin's eyes widened a fraction as he held your gaze, your eyes were twinkling with wonder and amusement.

He nodded and teasingly voiced out, "Ah, food is your weakness I see,"

You feigned a sad face and said, "People who feed me are my weakness,"

Red painted his neck and ears at your unknowing attempt at flirting.

"Oh, come on," he called out. "I brought soda to pair these with," he diverted, once again. You scowled and replied, "Boo, I have soju and beer here."

Not waiting for his reply, you headed to the fridge and fished out two of each drink from your stash. You set the drinks on the island and navigated to the cupboards for glasses.

"Do you drink?" you asked, but still preparing for two without his answer.

"I- yeah,"

The beer bottles clinked and popped as you expertly opened one using the other. Pulling the drawer out, you fished for a spoon and used that to the other bottle.

You seethed as you watched and mixed somaek on two glasses at the same time. Pouring out the soju first, your gaze were laser focused on the glasses' imaginary lines. The soju bottles clinked on the marble as you placed them aside.

You then poured the beer next, both bottles filled the glasses up with a fizz.

You grinned as you finished both drinks, topping of your mixing with strong taps of spoon on each, mixing the drink with a fascinating swirl.

Handing the somaek to Jin, you raised your glass to him and drank as you cheered, bringing the plate of octopus legs with you to the living room.

Sitting down on the floor by the couch, you waited for Jin to settle down as he transferred the dishes to the coffee table.

Once he was sat down across from you, you started your interview, "How was it back there in your company?"

His forehead scrunched, before saying, "What do you mean?"

"The breakup. I mean, our breakup. I haven't opened my phone because notifactions kept on coming. I thought of changing my number after to keep it from exploding."

Jin let out a silent 'Ah' before replying, "The staff knows the real story, so only the agency is the most peaceful place out there."

You nodded in understanding. Lucky him. The most safe place for you is the 20 meter perimeter around your building. "How did you get here by the way? The basement?"

He nodded as he started munching on the food.

"Hang on, do you want rice?" you offered, but didn't wait anyway for his reply as you stood up to get bowls.

[sl-walker]

All right, since I’m in the middle of a flare and have to work manual labor for the next four days despite it, I figured I would make myself -- and hopefully other people -- laugh by talking about one of my favorite OG Captain Marvel stories. Namely, from Whiz #50, with a cover date of January, 1944, meaning it was probably produced sometime in late 1943.

I want to share it because why not, this is some absurdly charming stuff.

I’ll get more into why it’s one of my favorites as we go, in the form of running commentary. So, full story (with said commentary) under the cut. If you wanna just read the story without my commentary, stick to the pictures. XD

First, let me say that the cover and splash page definitely live up to the story, though the cover’s a bit more sensationalized. But the premise is pretty damn simple: Our intrepid hero and his newsboy alter ego are on vacation. Cap decides to go swimming. It goes hilariously wrong and thus ensues a bit of a madcap adventure, no puns intended.

Second, the fact that Cap and Billy are depicted as essentially different entities makes what Billy does next the ultimate trolling:

Gee, airing out the stolen laundry on the radio? Really? I’ll leave it up to you, gentle reader, whether Billy actually was trolling his own alter-ego for ratings or whether he was just innocently sharing the story while his other-self winced quietly in whatever ether-space he exists in when not front-and-center.

Either way, I love it.

Continuing on...

I get a kick out of the fact that Billy’s monologue is that he’s no dare-devil. One, because that’s so obviously not true in any way -- (that kid is awesomely, sometimes recklessly brave on the regular even without Cap) -- but two, because the bridge is actually named Dare-Devil Bridge. We aren’t given any reason why this dangerous potential death-trap is there, hanging without so much as a gate or a warning sign or anything, because we don’t need one. It’s there specifically for what happens next.

Which, of course, is Billy calling in Captain Marvel, who does some light complaining about the situation Billy left him in. There’s no bite to it, which I find adorable -- Cap actually does get frustrated once or twice in other issues with Billy calling on him for mundane stuff, though he’s never mean about it -- but there is a bit of the sense of being put-upon there that’s just-- I dunno, cute. It’s something I miss a lot in the various post-crisis takes on the character: That duality, that difference in personality, and the way each of them responds to different situations. Often, they’re on the same page, but notably, sometimes, they aren’t.

Someday, I promise, I need to sit down and write how I think that works between those two without being a truly frightening mental illness manifested, what with them being the same person but not the same person. Because I have so many ideas, and I’ve only had since the early-2000s to percolate them. LOL! But until then, just enjoy this.

Here is another reason why I love the Golden Age Captain Marvel books and why I love this specific story: This is an absolutely normal, mundane thing to do. It’s the human thing to do. These aren’t the actions of some super-serious superdude. These are the actions of a pretty shockingly normal guy doing something mundane. And a whole story is built around that normalcy.

It’s cute. It’s funny. It’s the reader already knowing that he’s getting himself into a situation that he absolutely could have avoided, but also completely understanding how it happened anyway. It’s pretty brilliant writing: I say this as a pretty damned good writer myself.

So much of the reason why, I think, Cap was so endearing as a hero is that humanity. He’s got pretty much god-tier power in the Golden Age, once his powerset is established. He’s utterly invulnerable to all physical harm while powered up. But-- he’s human. He knows he’s human. He acts like it, and decides, “You know what? I’m going skinny-dipping.”

He and Billy are both characters it’s so easy to empathize with.

Also, a reminder that the art under Chief Artist C.C. Beck is really, really good. (He had a whole stable of artists to help produce this stuff!) Ignoring registration issues on the printing press, the actual line art is amazingly good; proportion and perspective and consistency.

But anyway--Cap does get to enjoy his swim. But, then, oh no.

I love the idea of a world where the prime hero -- and he definitely is in that world -- can take off his suit and go swimming, and where someone else is bold enough to steal the damn suit off of him. The first time I read this, I started laughing here. Not at him, but at the situation he’s found himself in. At the idea that some random passer-by saw Captain Marvel’s costume and went yoink!

Another thing I love about this particular story is how much Cap and Billy have to work together, just by necessity. Like-- it’s just really good. But anyway, thank everything Billy Batson is on the ball, coming to the rescue.

Sheer bad luck via the weather keeps this story rolling along in hilarious misdirections. Realistically, that uniform probably wouldn’t be all buttoned together (we see Cap take off pieces of it aside the pants in other issues, including socks!), but who cares? The point of the story is that giant bear rug on the floor’s gonna get put to use.

Man, when have you ever seen Superman creeping naked through some stranger’s house wearing nothing but a random polar bear because he went skinny dipping? No wonder these comics sold so well. This next panel is when I start wheezing, though, and pretty much keep wheezing.

“A lady, too! I’ve got to get away from here!”

I’m dying at this point. That’s such a characteristic response, and yet, I think that’s why it’s funny.

Anyway, because this is an excellent story (I mean this without an ounce of irony, too), our dynamic duo stumbles across a plot in play to rob the hotel they’re staying at.

Here’s a big part of why this is such a good tale: Everything fits. Even when it isn’t explained, like Dare-Devil Bridge, it still fits. Why is the tree down? Because there was just a thunder storm, the same one that blew Cap’s suit into the room with the gangsters.

I don’t know if this is Otto Binder’s story, but I wouldn’t be surprised in the least. It’s a complete story told in relatively few pages that accomplishes everything it’s meant to.

Anyway, using foliage as cover, Cap gets to be heroic----then Billy gets to get back to the business of trying to stop the robbery of the hotel and get his heroic alter-ego dressed again.  Which leads to a rather adorable and funny scene of Billy not only trying to describe what Captain Marvel wears, but what size it would need to be tailored in.

(Cap is supposedly a 44 for a suit coat, we find in some earlier appearance, which would refer to his chest size.  So, an XL for shirts and suit-coats.  He’s a big guy, but he’s actually not a hulking huge guy.  But more on that later.)

I love the fact Billy tries to like-- use himself as a model.  Maybe in another ten years, kiddo.  Billy’s actually pretty buff for like a 12-14 year old, he’s not a scrawny kid at this point, but yeah, no.  LOL!

Another thing I also really, really love about this style, though, is that they draw Captain Marvel as being strong, as having a powerful build-- but not as a dehydrated body-builder with deep cuts. He’s got human proportions, regardless of his strength; he’s got a human build, not a superhuman one.

C.C. Beck had a lot of things to say about superheroes who were just muscles on top of muscles, all clearly defined, and he didn’t like it.  As someone who first got into comics in the early 90s with Jim Lee’s X-Men--

I do get Beck’s point.  I not only get it, but I really highly approve of it.  He maintained to the end that he drew (and oversaw) the Marvel family to look like high school and college athletes, and I can see that.  I think the one person who’s gotten it right in the modern era is Evan “Doc” Shaner, who did Convergence: Shazam!  He not only nailed that strong-but-not-hulking build for Cap, but also how young he looked.  College-age, in fact.

But anyway, enough digression into art and why I like this better than most modern takes on the character.  Also, that’s just a cute set of panels.

I also like that there wasn’t an easy fix there.  Cap’s still in his not-birthday suit, and Billy’s still stuck running around trying to solve the issues at hand.  Next comes some other really good panels:

-snorts-  He’s locked in.  Yeah, that’ll hold him.

Anyway, what I really liked here was again that tandem working; Billy can’t punch through a wall, but Cap can.  Cap can’t crawl out while he’s au natural -- well, he could, but he’d probably rather die first -- but Billy’s got no such issue.  It’s just fun when you get to see them doing something like that.  You have to really think for a minute about the trust each of them must have in their alter-ego.

ANYWAY, we get the rare treat then--

--of Captain Marvel not only yoinking a dude into a dark room, but then stealing his clothes.  Except, not his underwear.  Because that’s nasty.  LOL!

I love that in this series, you do actually get to see him wear other stuff.  Go incognito.  Get his red suit messed up enough to take it to a dry cleaner’s, wherein he ends up dressed like a musketeer after.  Jerry Ordway’s series is, I think, the only other time we see Cap not wearing his famous suit, but it happened enough in the Golden Age that it wasn’t a shock.

Like, I hate to be the one to say this, but I do think DC drops the ball often on just how much you can do with Captain Marvel (or Shazam, depending on timeline, but that’s the wizard’s name to me so mostly I’ll stick with the original name) if you unbend enough to.  It’s not just the costume change, or the duality of him and Billy being the same but not, but also his inherent, essential humanity.

But I am digressing again, sorry. XD  I just feel strongly enough about these versions of these characters to spend hours writing this.

Anyway, only a single panel later:

And that’s that!  Billy Batson has just outed his own alter-ego’s most embarrassing moment to whomever’s listening to WHIZ radio -- thank everything podcasts and the internet weren’t available then, ha! -- and we get to see a recounting of a very fun story.

Like I said earlier, I love this one for its essential humanity.  The hero got himself into this mess, he and Billy got him out of this mess, and stopping the criminals was actually just kind of a lucky stroke thrown in there.  But even though Cap got himself into this, the story never treats him like he’s stupid.  It never treats him like he’s some kind of idiot.  You’re laughing, but-- not in a mean way.

I love how human it is.  How complete it is.  How genuinely funny it is.  It’s a thousand times more funny when you genuinely love and respect Captain Marvel and Billy Batson, too.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this dissertation on a skinny-dipping hero.  LOL!  I enjoyed sharing it with you.

[galloperthompson]

Regarding Galloper Thompson’s clothes

Including his (slutty, thigh high) boots

It’s been brought to my attention that galloper’s slutty thigh high boots actually look like ankle boots with the thigh high part tucked into the boot. So I’ve decided to go beyond my jokes about him being a slut anyways and make this post going over his clothes. And buckle up folks, it gets long.

I’ll be honest, it’s pretty difficult to find details about 13th century (and 12th century) Scandinavian life specifically, especially since I’m using google. For this post, I have just used general European fashion, but in the future I’ll be mixing viking things with general European things from this time (but I’ll mostly try to keep the general European things to German and English/Irish stuff). I’ll also be referencing things from both the 13th century and the 12th century, since galloper “lived” during the early 13th century (and every website seems to think the 13th century started in 1250).

But anyways, an English knight from the mid 13th century apparently wore something like this on his bottom half (underneath other layers):

Now as you can see in this terrible quality picture (sorry about that, but I did try to label it), the hose are thigh high just like galloper’s leg coverings, which is what gave me the idea that maybe it’s hose he’s wearing. So let’s begin.

I would explain the whole system they used, but this does it better than I could (you only need to read until it starts talking about chausses since we’re only talking about the hose). The linked text is a bit weird and may (or may not) be unreliable, but it’s compact, explains things well, and has pictures (it’s where I got that *stunning* photo I labeled). However, keep in mind that it depicts a mid 13th century English knight, and galloper is from early 13th century Scandinavia, so while there may be similarities, there’s also definitely differences in how he would’ve dressed. Braies were apparently longer in the first half of the 13th century, for one, and didn’t really become “underwear” for everyone until the second half and later. Hose were also referred to as stockings, and apparently hose and stockings didn’t really refer to different things until later on. Additionally, clothing differed between class, but we’re not going to go over that today.

So how does this relate to galloper? Well his lower half actually sort of resembles the picture above, doesn’t it? His “hose” are thigh high, with ankle high shoes over them, just like the picture. Despite the similarities, though, there are differences. His “hose” aren’t pointed, and so there are no ties for them. Apparently, hose didn’t have to be pointed, and those thigh high hose that weren’t pointed were held up with pins.. but there are no pins to hold them up either. Without one of these mechanisms to hold up the hose, they would not stay in place. And considering we can see where the thigh high part ends, we should also be able to see at least part of what’s holding them up. The thigh high part could also theoretically be “leg bandages” that extend above the knee. However, his “hose” don’t look like wrapped or crisscrossed cloth, they look solid, so leg bandages are unlikely.

Now, I wanted to present hose as an explanation based (somewhat) in history, but I don’t actually think he’s wearing hose. We’ll go over why later in this post, but let’s keep going for now.

On to his tunic and coat. Well I say tunic, really it isn’t a tunic by medieval standards. Back in the 13th century, tunics didn’t have buttons—at least not on the front. And his coat.. well it’s not something you’d find in the 13th century. Longer coverings, down to the knee or lower, were the style then. Shorter coverings with buttons down the front didn’t appear until the 14th century in the form of things like doublets. Those “things” were usually very padded and form-fitting, however, and neither galloper’s shirt or coat seem to be padded or exceedingly form-fitting at all.

The history of gloves (in everyday wear, at least) is surprisingly complex, so I won’t be touching his gloves. I’m also ignoring his belt because I don’t have much to say on it, but they did have leather belts with “single-looped” buckles (whatever that means) in the 12th and 13th centuries.

Moving on to his cape. Ah yes, his tattered little cape (which matches his mare’s tattered little saddle blanket!). Who knows why the fuck he wears it. There doesn’t seem to be a hood (like the medieval chaperon) or a part that comes around to cover the shoulders, and it’s too short to be a cloak. My best guess is that it was a design choice based on the fact that such a short cape doesn’t need a fluttering animation. Why not axe (lol) the whole idea of a cape? Well, all the coolest characters have capes!

His weird ass shoulder pad I can’t come up with an explanation for, though (or at least a medieval one). If he had a neck, the shoulder pad would be digging into it based on the position. Maybe it’s supposed to be like those shoulder pads with tassels on some formal military uniforms (technically “epaulettes” with “fringe”)? Except instead of tassels it’s feather looking things and also there’s only one shoulder pad for some reason?

All of this is to say that none of what he’s wearing can realistically pass for 13th century clothing, except maybe his lower half, and that’s still stretching it.

His entire outfit actually most resembles military uniforms from the 18th and early 19th centuries, as @inkowl13 pointed out in this post. When he floats, you can even clearly see his tattered coattails, which are his trademark green on the underside. In the case of 18th century garb, his shirt would be a waistcoat (he doesn’t seem to be wearing an 18th century shirt underneath his “waistcoat” at all, but maybe we just can’t see it or distinguish it from his “waistcoat”), and his jacket-thing would be a uniformed soldier’s coat. His lower half would be breeches with either a. ankle boots and over-the-knee stockings, b. ankle boots and thigh high gaiters (those things with buttons that go over the top of the shoe), or c. thigh high boots, which appeared as riding boots in the 15th century and remained common until the 19th century—including in military uniforms (in fact, some cavalry units today still use them in their ceremonial dress uniforms). His shoulder pad would, in fact, be a strange attempt at an epaulet/epaulette (which were used in the 18th century (and beyond) to denote rank) with fringe the color of his trademark green. The fact that there’s only one also makes sense within this period; whether the epaulet/epaulette was on the right, left, or both shoulders indicated rank (Galloper’s “epaulet/epaulette” is on his right shoulder, our left). The issue of glove history is also eliminated since it seems military uniforms in the 1700s made use of gloves. Men’s capes/cloaks at this time went to the knee or below it, so my explanation for his cape is unchanged. Through this lens, things start to become clear.

This is a mannequin (is that what you call the fake models of historical clothing? does mannequin apply in this context?) wearing an 18th century cavalry uniform:

As you can see, he looks incredibly similar to galloper, despite the many differences.

And these are two sets of 18th century soldiers (again, sorry for the less than ideal quality):

On the left there’s a pair of soldiers with over-the-knee boots and on the right there’s a pair with over-the-knee gaiters (see how they go over their shoes). Thigh high boots would make more sense for a horseman, but thigh high gaiters would explain some things about his lower half, like how his boots and the thigh high part are different colors. However, there are no buttons on the sides (like gaiters have) or garters at the knee (like both stockings and gaiters had), and the thigh high part is tucked into the shoe, more like stockings rather than gaiters. In these pictures you can also see how his upper half looks incredibly similar to all four soldiers, again, even with the differences.

Now, unless galloper was keeping up with fashion until the 18th century when he stopped (he gave up I guess? said “fuck that shit” and hasn’t changed clothes for the past 300 years?), he shouldn’t be wearing an 18th century military uniform. Especially since he was shown wearing the same clothes in his execution scene (which I don’t put too much stake in considering the Jarl was in his ghost form and even the soul riders don’t have 2 sets of clothes in game).

So why does he look like this, then? The reason why he looks like a revolutionary war soldier can be traced back to the inspiration used for his design. According to Jorvikipedia, his “...design takes direct inspiration from author Washington Irving’s Headless Horseman from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow...” which explains why he looks the way he does. Jorvikipedia has been wrong before (they list his place of birth as “Jorvik (presumably)” which doesn’t fit with his backstory), but if Galloper’s design was based on the headless horseman of “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” (which it very likely was), it would provide justification for the 18th century look of his clothes. Washington Irving’s horseman was, after all, (alleged to be) killed during the revolutionary war in the 18th century.

It’s obvious his upper half is based on 18th century uniform, but the intention behind his lower half remains a mystery. Whether it’s meant to be stockings, gaiters, or boots, I don’t know. Theoretically, his lower half could even have been intended to be hose, braies, and shoes. But considering his entire look and the inspiration behind his design, an 18th century explanation seems more likely (I just don’t know which 18th century explanation, exactly). It would be pretty strange if half of him was medieval and the other half was from the revolutionary war era. Though, I’ll admit, it’s not completely impossible.

My theory for the contradiction between his design and his backstory is that his backstory came after his design. The 18th century look of him, along with his inspiration, and the lack of medieval elements in his design all make a compelling case for this theory. The only thing I can think of that may disprove it is his mare’s y-shaped bridle, but even that could be explained if she was designed after galloper, while his backstory was in its first stages of development (I’ll probably do another post on his horse’s tack, since this post is already long, but that’s for another day). But that’s just a theory; the star stable team could very well have just not done any research on 13th century attire, instead modeling his look on depictions of Irving’s headless horseman and adding the bridle as an indication of the origin they had already established for him.

Ok, but what about the rest? The other parts of his and his mare’s designs (color scheme, hanging pumpkin jack-o-lanterns) can be attributed to the fact that he is the halloween event character. Though his color scheme could be inspired by the headless horseman in World of Warcraft, who was introduced in 2007 (I found out about this horseman while looking into other possible inspirations for galloper’s design), all the colors seen on him and his mare (black, green, red, orange) are general Halloween colors. The hanging jack-o-lanterns are not historically accurate for the Middle Ages (or the revolutionary war era, actually) as pumpkins were not introduced into Europe until Columbus “discovered” the Americas, and did not become commonly carved into jack-o-lanterns until the 19th century in America -which was when and where “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” was published (though the pumpkin “head” was not even carved in the original story). I suppose galloper could have developed an affinity for pumpkins (and for carving them) later on (Jorvik seems to have a lot of them), but it’s more likely that they added them (to the keep and his mare’s design) based on modern halloween practices instead of historical halloweens or consideration of galloper’s feelings on pumpkins.

Ok, so we’ve established he’s not historically accurate for the 13th century, but what would his clothes look like if they were actually historically accurate? The answer is: I don’t know! Maybe I’ll do another google deep dive and make a post on that, but for now we’ve come to the end.

All of my information about historical clothing came from sorting out google results, so take the historical bits with a hefty grain of salt (more like a bowl of salt actually). If you have any actual knowledge about history, please feel free to correct me.

[horrorunderground]

Chills (Michael Langdon Imagine)

Hello there, fellow humans! Or maybe not, I’m not sure. Anyway, this is my first fanfiction for American Horror Story and for Michael, so I hope you like it. This is nsfw, so please proceed with caution. I’ll put some warnings in, so if any of that makes you uncomfortable, then please do not read. My requests are open, so you can check the list of people who I write for and then send in a request!

WARNINGS: VERY SPICY bondage, blindfold, mentions of blood, knife , mentions of scars, hints of master and daddy kinks... hickeys and bites... yeah uh enjoy?

You know that one scene from Apocalypse when they had Evan Peters in that room? Yeah that.

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The piercing cold of the room was something that felt impossible to get used to. Rooms shouldn’t be allowed to be this cold, there should be some type of law against it. Your body shuddered, trying to warm yourself up, but there was no use. You were just going to have to be cold.

It didn’t help that you had chains attached to your wrists and ankles, spreading you out like the vitruvian man model, a perpetual jumping jack. Even as you pulled against them, the metal wasn’t going to budge, keeping you in place. There was only maybe a centimeter of movement, but not enough to pull your arms into your body to be able to free yourself. Face it, you’re trapped.

To top it all off, there was a blindfold covering your eyes. It wasn’t tied tightly, and it moved just a little, but you were still blinded for the most part. The material felt soft and silky, and it was difficult, almost impossible to see through the black cloth.

Your back stung, the pain burning, and if given the chance, you were sure you could trace the raised marks on your back. Let’s just say that some people hadn’t taken too kindly to how... close, you seemed to be with the new visitor from The Cooperative. This displeasure had now taken the form of raised lines along your back, left exposed to the cold air of the chilling room. The cold and hot sensations were conflicting, adding a new level of discomfort here.

Any thoughts you’d been having were interrupted, the sound of boots hitting the concrete floor echoing through the space. You couldn’t exactly see it, but with the way it echoed, you had to be in a larger room. Involuntarily, your body shivered, this time not from the temperature. You could tell who was now in front of you just based on how he walked, to you, the sound was unmistakable.

Nothing was said for a moment, and you could feel his eyes gazingover your figure. Currently, you didn’t have on a shirt, courtesy of Ms. Venable and Ms. Mead, but at least you still had underwear. But was that a blessing or a curse? Because that’s really all they’d left you.

You could hear the sound of Michae’s breathing, and soon you could feel it ghosting over your skin, the air warm against the places it made contact. It was almost as if his hands were hovering over you, but not quite touching. Not yet anyway.

He let out a low chuckle, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “Lovely. It’s a pity I don’t get to see you like this more often.” He let his hand gently trail down your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You laughed slightly, the sound almost bitter. “You can’t keep trying to capture me. I’m starting to think this is less about some evil plan and more because you’re lonely.”

He shook his head, grinning at you, even if you couldn’t see. “Lonely? No.” He moved his hand to trail down your chest, moving painfully slowly as he stopped just above your waistline. “You just look so beautiful tied up for me, and it’s hard to resist seeing,” he mused, and his body just felt closer to yours.

The words made you blush, and everything in you wanted to hide yourself, but that was literally impossible at the moment. The best you could do was turn your head to the side, as if that made any difference. But soon you felt his strong hand on your jaw, pulling your face back to him.

“Oh, don’t start with this now, darling,” he sighed. “You know I don’t like it when you look away.”

“I can’t even see you, so what difference does it make?” you snapped, and you knew that would probably get you in trouble, but you were feeling ballsy. Even if you were tied and couldn’t move, but that goes under the rug.

“Oh, so you want to talk back, do you?” he asked, laughing a little. His one hand moved and cupped your cheek, his fingers tracing your jaw line. “That just won’t do.” His touch disappeared, and you could hear his footsteps slowly circling to be behind you.

It felt like ages, but it was merely a few seconds. His body was just hovering centimeters from yours, but his presence was almost overwhelming. Your body shuddered, just waiting for him to touch you.

Your wish was finally granted, and his chest pressed into your back, his one arm snaking around your waist to pull you close against him. His other hand moved, but you couldn’t feel it.

That is, until a cool metal pressed against the skin of your throat, trailing just a little, but not enough to cut.

You swallowed, trying your best to hold your head up so that your skin wouldn’t get sliced from the blade. His hand around your waist gave a hard squeeze, stilling all of your motions.

“Now, don’t move, sweetheart,” he growled in your ear, making your breath hitch. “Because if you move, this will cut you, and I would hate to have to clean your pretty blood off the floor,” he added, his tongue flicking out to lick the shell of your ear for just a second. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

It took you a second to realize he wanted you to answer, but when his knee gently pushed the spot between your spread legs, you got the message.

“N-no sir,” you whispered, the words strangled as you tried not to move too much.

“I can’t hear you,” he taunted, knowing damn well that he could hear you loud and clear. The room echoed after all.

Damn him. “No sir,” you repeated, this time loud enough for it to echo for a second or two.

“That’s my good girl.” With that, he moved his hand to trail down the lashes you had on your back. The skin was still tender and sensitive, and your body spasmed for just a second each time he touched it. You grit your teeth, trying to still your motions, but the actions were involuntary. You just made sure to not move your head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” he whispered. He moved to place small kisses on each of the raised lines, inevitably moving the knife away from your throat. You took the chance to catch your breath, still trying not to flinch, otherwise he’d get angry.

He let his knife rest against your side, the cool metal pressing into your bare skin. He let it trail down to the backs of your thighs, occasionally leaving little nicks, enough for you to gasp each time.

“You like that?” he asked, his other hand traveling to your underwear line.

“M-maybe,” you answered, squirming just a touch at the contact. His hand traveled a little lower, making you gasp at the contact, attempting to lean into his hand some.

“I think we both know the answer to that one,” he said, letting his fingers travel where he wanted them to. Each touch made you whimper, desperate for more, wanting more of him. All of him.

You just whined, trying to press your body into his hand, but your chains made it hard to do that, and it was just you desperately pulling against them. He laughed, moving his hand away, making you groan with frustration.

“Be a big girl, use your words,” he teased, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. “Tell me what you want,” he ordered.

You sighed, shaking a little bit with the suspension. “P-please, I want you to touch me,” you started, your brain picking up speed as you just got desperate. “I want to feel you and I want you inside of me. Use your hands, use your knife, I don’t care,” you begged. “Please, daddy,” you added, knowing that it was his kryptonite, “make me feel good.”

Michael made a low sort of groan, moving his body back to push into you. “How could I say no when you ask so nicely?” he replied. He moved to position his head closer towards your neck, the spot where it meets your shoulder. You felt his teeth sinking into your flesh, making you cry out. He left a big bite mark, this one deep and you knew it wouldn’t heal for a while. You also knew it was only the first of many to come.

His hand moved back down to your underwear, pulling it a little. Considering he couldn’t pull it all the way down your legs, he used the knife to cut the fabric off, tossing the garment aside. Now, you were completely exposed and at his mercy.

“I’ve got you chained up, and I have you all to myself for hours,” he mused, his hand slowly creeping towards where you wanted it to be. “Are ready for me?”

“Yes sir,” you answered, your body clenching as you just waited.

“Good girl,” he said, and then he finally gave you the contact you’d been desperate for, causing you to moan and you could hear it echo through the room, back to your own ears.

He really did spend hours in there with you, taking absolutely no breaks. This man would keep you on edge for god knows how long, and then he’d blow your brains out. Your chest heaved, your nipples red and swollen, your body so far past exhaustion that you were sure you were headed to delirium. At some point, the blindfold had been pulled off, and you could see it on the floor somewhere. You could feel the combined juices running down your legs and dripping to the floor below you. There were a few blood droplets, too, and you had some new scars to add to your little collection, along with more hickeys that littered your body and bruises from grips that were just a little too hard.

The sound of both of your breathing filled the room, and you tried desperately to keep your eyes open, but you could feel sleep trying to overtake you. You were expecting that your wrists and ankles would soon be freed, but that wasn’t happening. You could hear Michael dressing, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him.

“Are you going to let me down?” you panted, completely spent. Even if he did let you down, you had no clue if you even had the energy to walk all the way back to your room, let alone get dressed.

“You need help getting down?” he asked, as if he didn’t realize you couldn’t free yourself.

“Well, duh,” you said, shaking your chains a little bit.

He walked over in front of you, grabbing your face and tipping your chin so that you were looking at him, and he pulled you in for a kiss. When he pulled away, he let go, smirking a little. “I’m sorry, darling, but I can’t. I have some business to attend to upstairs.” He started to walk away, stopping after a second. “Who knows? Maybe Mrs. Mead will find you and get you down. Or I’ll come back before she can,” he suggested.

“Wait, wait, you can’t just-“ but he was already gone, his footsteps receding down the hallway.

You yelled, screamed, but your voice was already hoarse from earlier. You tried desperately to wiggle free from the chains, but it was just as useless as before. You hung your head, your eyes just happening to see the little puddle of fluids on the floor, and you sighed.

That meant that someone else was going to have to find you like this, and the thought sent a flush of embarrassment to your face. But you didn’t have too much time to worry about that now, because you were falling asleep. You closed your eyes, and sleep overtook you. While you slept, you were left there, just waiting for someone to come find you and maybe help clean you up, and maybe walk, because damn were you sore.