#comes into your establishment to distract your employees and give them a little pink heart sticker....

[proteuus]

is being boy crazy genetic

[empanator]

This Was Unplanned, Us Holding Hands

Preview: Apparently, something lighter has taken root inside of her these days. Something that allows her to linger, to forget hesitancy. Only now, she’s afraid she’s misstepped in letting her guard down enough to act naturally without calculation.  Pairing/Characters: OC Miriam x MC Nel, some Portia, a bit of Nadia  Rating/Genre: Friends to lovers/friendship fic, safe for work  Word Count: 2,093 (5 pages) 

Part 1 of MirNel adventures is here!  Part 2 [coming soon]  Part 3 [coming soon] 

Miriam belongs to @apprenticealec 

“Her ladyship will be here in just a moment!” Portia shows Nel to her seat within the grand dining room. They pass by platters and porcelains filled with the most vibrant and aromatic foods the likes of which Nel has never seen. 

The palace sommelier, Miriam, moves in and out of the room, directing an array of servants as they finish the plate setting. Miriam looks over the hard work and mentally ticks each item off a checklist. Nothing is missing, and all is ready, but she notices that there have not been any special requests from the wine cellars. This strikes her as a bit odd, considering her title and all. Thinking there may have been an oversight in the meal arrangement, Miriam presents herself at the end of the table closest to the magician whom she has yet to meet. Now is as good a time as any to make an introduction. 

“Ah, Nel.” Miriam welcomes warmly. “I hope what we’ve prepared today is to your liking. We house an extensive and diverse collection of wine with plenty that pair perfectly with this evening’s meal. Would you care for some samples to best suit your tastes?” 

Nel stammers for just a moment before her answer comes from elsewhere in the room. 

“Oh, that’s quite all right, Miriam.” Nadia gently steps in and subtles a knowing glance Nel’s way. “Our guest does not partake, if I recall from earlier discussions of her forthcoming stay.” 

Nel clears her throat, a hint of red glowing up through her olive cheeks. “That is correct. Though—Miriam, is it? I do appreciate the offer.” She gives a slight bow of her head in respect for the woman, not wanting her refusal to be taken as anything more than preference. 

Introductions and the basics out of the way, Miriam returns to her post with Portia and one or two more servants to ensure the meeting and dining operations pass smoothly. Conversation progresses through Nadia’s intentions for Nel’s employment and their shared expectations. Through the distracting clinking of tableware and bustling of workers, Miriam deciphers just a few points regarding this new guest that have her... thinking. 

For one, Nel is already expressing a quick, earnest, genuine loyalty to Nadia. The more they speak, the more apparent it is that they are of the same mind and will work together wonderfully. And two, Nadia is… or was a dear friend and lover to Miriam. Back when things were different, before she lost her memories and all connection to her. Miriam is relieved that Nadia seems to be making a new, positive connection to someone with whom to share her burden. Someone who can make things easier for her. Someone so willing to step in and make things right, just as she herself had done while Nadia was asleep. If anything could instill within Miriam confidence, faith, and interest in a visitor to this palace, it would be just that. 

Not to mention how kindly Nel regards her, or how many times she glances over to her before embarrassedly averting her deep brown eyes, or the return of that blush when Nadia asks Miriam to escort her to her palace accommodations, or the peculiarly nervous energy she carries along with her the whole way there. Teasing nudges from Portia sure do nothing to downplay any of it. 

For Nel, this whole ordeal is a bit rattling, but she can’t remember the last time she felt purpose. Well, she can’t remember much at all. But being tasked with something so monumental, and in a place like this? It’s all a little unreal, but the people she’s been meeting—the countess, the head servant, the sommelier—seem grounded and true, as does the cause. Miriam chats and tours her through the many halls and corridors, and Nel follows diligently, committing all to memory and admiring the woman’s knowledge and guidance all the while. She finds it easy to pay attention in a leading presence such as hers in this moment. It’s rather exciting, for lack of a better word. 

Once at the guest room, the pair pause in front of the door. “I suppose I’ll leave you to it, then,” Miriam sighs with a slight smirk. But one more thing before she leaves: Beginning again, she drops her voice on the next few words. “Or, if there is anything you need… Anything. You let me know.” She winks, sealing the meaning of her message tightly in Nel’s now-whirring mind. 

Burning up physically, visibly, and at a loss for anything of use to say, Nel stands rigid as a statue with death grips pulling taut her sidebag strap. Miriam merely breathes a small laugh and signals a parting hand wave, bidding the magician a pleasant evening. Nearly stumbling out of her shock and over her words, Nel calls out. 

“Um, I—thank you for showing me the palace. It is quite beautiful. I do hope to cross paths again.” Her tone and complete lack of innuendo strike rather clearly that she means precisely what she says and nothing more. No implications, or expectations. Reaching that understanding together and exchanging soft smiles, they part, Nel entering her new place of residence and Miriam heading back the way they came. 

Time proceeds, and the investigation is fully underway. Through her many searches and explorations, Nel gains greater familiarity with the grounds and its many inhabitants, employees, and visitors. By the same token, she has been running into Miriam and Portia on a frequent basis, gaining both their friendship and their collaboration. This trio keeps quite busy, buzzing around and sharing information, stopping for bits of light fun and relaxation (well, as much “relaxation” as people like them can hope to achieve, at least). Countess Nadia herself is as attentive to their findings as one can imagine, and even she can be seen enjoying company among the group. 

But the closer of friends they become, the more comfortable Nel becomes with reaching out for moments of friendly, physical affection. A touchy-feely type at heart she is, though resigned to small and brief displays that fit within her reserved nature. A comforting hand on a shoulder, picking a spot of debris off one’s clothing, or even offering a shoulder to lean on—these are common and expected of her. What Nel doesn’t seem to realize, though, is how much more open and drawn she is to one particular friend. 

Miriam. 

Nel is trusting her, connecting with her. Subconsciously letting a hand pause against her, a gradual, and admittedly mutual, closing of their respective personal spaces. And Miriam, for all her touch starvation, can’t help but feel each moment linger, the warmth remaining present in body and in mind long after they have parted. With every passing day, she wonders what this means. Since Nel had politely declined her advances not that long ago, when they’d first met, Miriam didn’t want to assume anything. But, boy, does she wonder. In the back of her mind, she may even hold a sliver of hope. 

During one of their near-routine breaks on the veranda, Nel, Miriam, and Portia chat while sipping teas and tasting fresh goodies Portia picked up on her way past the kitchens. Portia gossips about some inconsequential thing, Miriam cracks a particularly well received joke. They erupt with laughter, but something is different. Nel allows herself to laugh joyously, freely—without her usual self-imposed restraint. Without any thought in the midst of her delight, she places her hand squarely on top of Miram’s. A brief squeeze, an absentminded winding of her fingers. With a blush as pink as her hair, Miriam’s widened eyes lock onto Portia, whose jaw is not-so-subtly dropped. Miriam can feel her breath snatching in her throat while her brain attempts to remind her to just breathe. 

Unaware of her lunch companions’ reactions, Nel merely wipes away a tear under her glasses lens with her opposite hand as her laughter reaches its ending sigh. 

To Miriam’s dismay, Portia quickly, loudly excuses herself, obviously gesturing at the new development in Nel’s and Miriam’s “friendship.” 

Miriam nearly scrambles. “Portia, wait!” But nothing serves as a better motive to take an early leave than watching her two good friends flounder on their own. Yes, of course Portia has been picking up on how close the pair were getting, and yes, of course she’s been waiting for this day to happen, and YES, of course she continues observing from just around a corner. 

Nel, startled by what she’d done, snatches her hand back and holds it towards her chest as if to protect it or obstruct it. She hadn’t exactly been distant since her arrival by any means, what with her all warmed up and chummy with even the countess at this point in her investigation, but any and all contact heretofore had been more reserved, or perhaps stifled. As established, she’d been conscious of things like a habitual tap or nudge when sharing files and notes, or a gentle hand on Miriam’s back when she seemed to be having an extra busy day catering to visitors. Apparently, something lighter has taken root inside of her these days. Something that allows her to linger, to forget hesitancy. Only now, she’s afraid she’s misstepped in letting her guard down enough to act naturally without calculation. 

Through an abundance of stuttered apologies, steam may well be rising from beneath her shirt collar with the blush that mars her cheeks and nose. 

“No, no. You haven’t done anything wrong.” The pink in Miriam’s own freckled cheeks grows into a deep red. Sensing it might take more than just that bit of reassurance, and despite her own flustered and fluttering nerves, Miriam opens her hand face-up on the table. An offering. “I actually enjoyed it, but I understand if my reaction made you think otherwise.” 

“You… enjoyed holding my hand?” Tense, but beginning to soften once more, Nel cautiously returns to her place on the table—close to it at least, hesitating to make contact again. 

“Well, technically, you were holding my hand.” Miriam manages to point a teasing smirk her way. 

Oh, stars, I was, Nel thinks. Stricken face, balled fists, tensed posture—everything a silent scream of embarrassment. She can’t believe that this is happening, nor the fact that she’s the one who started it. 

Miriam flexes her fingers and nods. “But, yes. And I wouldn’t mind doing it again, if that’s all right with you?” 

With a tentative brush of fingertips, Nel accepts. She studies the way their hands fit together, now that the gesture is a shared one. Over her glasses, she glances up at Miriam and back down at their intertwined fingers. She gulps with a twitch of her brow before attempting to speak. 

“It is all right with me. In truth, I have thought about this a lot lately, but—” She strokes her thumb into Miriam’s palm, causing the slightest shiver in the woman. Not so far in the distance is a tiny gasp from a gawking Portia, to whom Miriam feigns disapproval in a light-hearted scowl. Nel quickly resumes despite the audience, if only just to settle her nerves sooner. 

“—But I was unsure how you would feel if I were to, um, to as- to ask you on a date.” Shimmering umber eyes search Miriam’s face for a response. 

“Well, are you going to ask me or just think about asking me?” Miriam tries her best to be composed and make Nel laugh with a tease, and while she is successful at the latter, it’s incredibly easy to notice how her voice and hands jitter. 

Nel sighs, amused and not at all opposed to reiterating herself for Miriam’s satisfaction. “I am asking, yes.” 

“Then I would love to.” Admittedly, it has been quite some time since Miriam’s been on a real date. The prospect of it makes her heart scamper around her chest, and in that rush she finds her lips pressed to the back of Nel’s hand. Before Nel can fully react beyond looking like she’s just been proposed to, Portia comes marching around the corner. 

“Okay, okay, I’m back! I promise I didn’t hear too much!” Portia beams as she assumes her seat once more. Excitement radiates from her as she clasps her hands together. “Actually, I heard everything. Sooo when’s the date?!” 

Without even knowing that answer for themselves, Miriam and Nel simply laugh. In this moment, they need only share this air of relief until palace duty calls. And yet, all the while, they don’t let go.

[hol-whore]

here’s the other jolyne fic i’ve been working on since like.,,, early november/late october? it’s long. boy howdy is it long. but it’s soft! hopefully!

jolyne x fem s/o – delicate

You and Jolyne have a late night adventure.

what’s on the menu: 4.8k words, fluff AND smut that i like to call “sugar, spice, and everything nice!”, tender emotions, eating out (no-pun-intended), and a jolyne who loves to tease. because i’m gay.

���-and then, you wouldn’t believe it, she ACTUALLY ate it.”

“No joke?” “No joke.” Jolyne promises with a smirk, slurping down the last of her soda and setting the now empty cup down on the table gingerly. She leans back and drapes an arm over the back of the booth as best she can, turning her head to look out the window with a sigh and observing the dimly lit empty parking lot outside.

The tacky fast food joint you and your girlfriend were holed up in was never super busy, and 1 AM on a Friday morning was obviously no exception. Not that either of you had anything to complain about; being the only people in the small establishment just meant anything you talked about was between the two of you and whatever poor employee overheard your wild conversations.

You watch as she reaches her arms above her head to adjust one of her buns and brush a section of her bangs out of her face. The hem of her already short shirt rides up past her belly button, revealing faint abs and stopping just before the shelf of her chest, and the muscles in her strong arms flex as she tugs her hair into place. You stick your straw in your mouth in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from staring. 

It was futile, really — you knew that. The pink blush already dusting your cheeks was all Jolyne needed to even decide you’d been staring, and of course she took advantage of it immediately. A whisper of a grin crosses her features before she gives an exaggerated yawn and stretches both arms far above her, even leaning back in her booth slightly for emphasis, earning you an excellent view for just a moment.

“Aw, well,” she sighs, a low grunt forming in her throat once she brings her arms back down, “that wasn’t a totally shitty midnight snack, but we can’t stay here all night.” 

“Do we...need to go home now?” you ask softly as Jolyne slides out from her side of the booth and cocks an eyebrow. “I mean. Not really? But plush blankets sound better than pleather burger joint seats...” “No! I didn’t — I didn’t mean we stay here, I just meant… I’m not really ready to go back yet, is all.” 

There wasn’t anything wrong with home; frankly, you preferred being home far more than anywhere else around. And since home, lately, had been ‘Jolyne’s place while her dad was away for work’, well…it was safe to say home was more than ideal. 

There was just something about the liminal late-night-early-morning hours that soothed your heart. It felt like time stopped once the sun set, possibilities were suddenly endless, nothing stood between you and living a little. 

It was freedom --- freedom you relished in, and freedom you wanted to share with the love of your life.

Jolyne gives a short, breathy chuckle, taking your hand as you leave your booth before dropping a satin kiss on your cheek and fishing her keys out from her pants pocket with the other. “Fair enough. I’ve got somethin’ I wanna do, anyway,” she says fondly, then gives your hand a squeeze as the two of you head back to the car.

You have no idea what she has in mind. All your prodding and pleading is met with a quick smile and glance as your girlfriend works through the streets towards the edge of town, music turned up to a comfortable volume and the windows rolled down just so.

Knowing further questions are pointless, you shift your attention to watching lights outside roll by, muttering the words of whatever dorky pop song was playing on the static-ridden radio under your breath. Jolyne all too often catches herself looking past her shoulder to your spot on the passenger side, sometimes for maybe a bit too long. The way your hair whips back in the breeze of the open window and the way your eyes squint on occasion pulls on her heartstrings, a loving ache building up in her chest as she watches you by the light of passing street lamps. You were so, so dear to her, and you drove her crazy with the tiniest of gestures, intended or not.

She grins wide, turning her attention back to the road fully to turn onto a gravelly road only labeled “Orange Gardens Park” and reaches over to place her hand on your thigh. “Almost there, baby. Look familiar?” she says, her voice a song on the wind as she gives the swell of your leg a loving squeeze. 

It was familiar  —  this was the same park she dragged you out to the night she’d kissed you by something that seemed like an accident, the night she fessed up her love and you’d found yourselves closer with each other than ever. The sentiment makes your breath catch in your throat, and your mind fogs up with the memory as you follow her out of the car to find somewhere to settle.

———

“That is NOT Orion. Lookit — no belt.” “....whatever. It’s close enough. We’ll call him… Orion II.”

Jolyne snorts, rolling into to your side as the two of you lay in the grass on the blanket she kept in her car for picnics and random adventures like these. She drapes her arm over your abdomen and presses yet another kiss against your cheek, this time yawning in your ear and kissing the corner of your jaw. “You’re hilarious, baby. A real riot. One helluva comedian.” she muses sleepily, then nuzzles her face against the side of your neck. 

You feel your heart warm as you relish in the gentle comfort of feeling her breath against your skin, and the softness of her teasing voice. It was a different kind of teasing from the feisty jabs she usually directed towards others, this kind instead tinted with a quiet adoration. 

The warmth in your chest washes over the rest of your body as you shift your shoulder under Jolyne’s head and bring your arm around her back to run your hands through her hair, thankful she’d taken her usual buns out before laying down with you. You loved how cute they were on her, but you felt bad trying to maneuver your fingers through the taut strands between them. It never hurt her — you just figured it was uncomfortable. Jolyne leans into the gesture, sighing happily and gently brushing her thumb across your stomach a couple times. 

Shit. She really was something else.

The calm stillness of the night and the comfort of Jolyne next to you tempt you towards sleep, and the only thing that whisks it away is a whisper breaking the quiet between you.

“...you’re wonderful. Y’know that, right? Do I say it enough?” she murmurs, voice cracking slightly from trying to hold a low volume.

Jolyne wasn’t exactly known for being romantic or delicate, but you and anyone close to her knew she could be as sweet as she is tough and spontaneous. Loud grocery store trips with you had the same place in her heart as holding you in bed, heart raw with emotion merely over the bond you shared. Today just must’ve been one of those days.

“Only multiple times everyday,” you giggle, rolling on your side to face her better and pressing a kiss to her nose before she can stop you.

“Noooo, listen, you mean the world to me. Honestly. I...I dunno what I’d do without you, and I don’t like thinkin’ about it. You just get me, and you make me happy, a-and when I’m with you there’s this grip around my heart that makes me wanna do anything and everything for you.” She sounded almost shy; she did frequently express her love, but rarely ever in such a raw manner. “Oh, Jojo....” You think for a moment, trying to find words to match hers. “You’re so comforting to be around, and you’re always so enthusiastic and determined and I feel li-” You’re interrupted by the force of soft, waxy lips smushed against your own, the shock of it almost knocking the wind out of you. She tastes faintly of her cherry coke from earlier, and the scent of bubblegum lipstick and the jasmine perfume she steals from you clouds around her like a sweet mist. It’s messy at first, the grogginess of you both not exactly mixing well, but that doesn’t last long. 

There’s a pause, and Jolyne pulls away with a soft apology for the sudden gesture then props herself up on her elbow and rolls you off your side and onto your back for ease of access. 

She plants a light kiss to your forehead, then scoots in closer to the side of you of you gingerly, one arm sitting to the side of your head to hold herself up while the other cups your face. You lean into her hand and sigh happily, losing yourself to the romance of it all. 

Her laying over you like this always did something to you --- it was so incredibly tender and intimate, her soft gaze ever-adoring, both of you finding comfort and warmth in each other’s eyes. And simply by the gentle smile on her face, you could tell she was thinking something along the same lines. 

She leans in after a bit with renewed energy, the glaze over her eyes washing away as she breaks from her own romantic thoughts, and ruffles your hair as she kisses your lips. It starts as a handful of small smooches, but quickly melts into something more like a make out session.

“Mm, Jojo,” you mumble between sugary kisses, earning her attention, “where’s all this coming from? You were falling asleep mere moments ago.” She pulls away, and you faintly see her roll her eyes in the pale starlight before a more crooked grin spreads across her face, and the hand cupping your cheek moves down to rest on your stomach.

God, she was so cute. 

“Dunno. Guess you just tend to have that effect on me, babe. C’mere, I’m not done,” she whispers. Her voice is laced with sleepy romance as she brings your mouths together again, struggling through her wide smile.

Her teeth graze against your bottom lip in a gentle bite. The hand on your stomach eventually roams elsewhere, first dropping to trace underneath the waistband of your pants and pausing when you whine in response. Jolyne breaks away from your kiss, pride written plainly on her flushed face, hand drawing back up slightly. A brief, teasing laugh falls from her mouth at your reaction, and you suddenly feel very hot. 

“Whoops. How’d that happen?”

The question isn’t genuine, of course. She knew how to push your buttons, and she knew just when to push them. It turns out all of the love talk and minute gestures tonight had you feeling a stir somewhere deep inside yourself — and as far as you could guess, Jolyne was feeling it too. 

She looks towards her hand as she scruffs the faint tuft of hair beneath your belly button, humming with fond satisfaction and muttering a quiet “so cute” under her breath, and you watch with careful curiosity as she sits up. Jolyne shakes her arms out a bit, then turns and stretches her leg over you, situating herself on the lower part of your torso and locking you in a straddle. She rocks ever so slightly, aiming to get comfy, and heats up at the feeling of your raised knees pressing your thighs against her back. Ginger hands brush hair from your face, and Jolyne looks thoughtful as she stares down at you.

“Is this, uh. Is this alright? Comfy? W-We can go sit in the car instead, or just skip it altogether, it’s just,” she breathes, somewhat fragile, followed by a weak laugh punctuated by her hands holding yours yet again, “I can’t seem to keep my hands off tonight.”

You flush, and only muster a nod before Jolyne is upon you, a soft smile almost immediately gracing her features as she leans down to kiss your forehead and slides her hands up your sides, thumbs firmly pressing into the underside of your breasts, and you decide you don’t regret not wearing a bra before going out earlier. She gives them a gentle push, and you feel slick between your thighs when she pulls your shirt up to your shoulders. You groan ever so quietly, and Jolyne - bright eyes taking in every bit of you, loving your reactions - almost growls at the sound. 

She mostly delights herself in just admiring your body, at first. You feel rightfully exposed under her gaze, but in a way that you welcome warmly. She traces every contour of your body with her curious, fiery gaze, frequently coming to rest on your chest. The hunger in her eyes in undeniable and, damn, was it hot.

“Look at you, baby. I live for all this,” she praises after a beat, and her hand drags over your sternum and then slides a finger down the valley of your chest. You shudder at the sensation, your back arching in a small wave. She grins once again, then runs her hand back up your sides and across your collarbones, slow and tantalizing. “You’re just so gorgeous and sensitive… ooh, and I bet you’re dripping wet already, too, huh? Just from having my hands on you?”

Fuck, that got you. 

Your hand, resting lightly on her hip, tenses some and it does not go unnoticed. 

“Wh-What on earth makes you think you already have me that bothered,” you grumble, practically posing a statement instead of a question. In truth, you weren’t sure how to respond to her — but you could make a pretty good guess, considering how your time together had been going. She had you wrapped around her pretty fingers. “You’ve barely started. It’s been mostly sappy talk till now.”

Jolyne cocks her brow, then scoffs as lovingly as one can. “I know how you are, cutie. You make short work of yourself waaay before I can really touch you,” she stops for a moment, then something crosses her face before asking, smug and unrelenting, “Now, is that an invitation for me to investigate?” Her shoulder rolls slightly to reach back, threatening to search for your core somewhere beneath her. 

Without thinking, you shift a little under her and make a desperate grab for her hand to fill the now-chilly empty space on your chest again before she can make it very far. A dangerous smirk spreads over her face.

“Ooh, needy. So that’s how it is today, hmm?” she taunts, bringing her hand forward again and ghosting a thumb over your hardening nipples. She rubs a gentle circle over it a couple times, then finishes it off with a sturdy pinch, tugging somewhat. You gasp and buck hopelessly up into her, not finding pressure in the right spot, then you force your hand up to place it over hers as you wince. Jolyne laughs a little, touching your cheek fondly with her other hand. She intertwines her fingers with the hand holding yours for a moment, then lowers herself to your neck.

Jolyne presses a few kisses thereabout, kneading and groping your chest arrhythmically and chuckling when you whine and whimper, then ducks down to wrap color-smudged lips around one of your nipples and sucks gently. You feel her teeth graze the bud on occasion, and every now and then she’ll tease you with the tip of her tongue or push you closer with a soft yet definitive bite. Sometimes she draws away just to kiss or suck on the warm skin around your areola; never enough to seriously bruise, but not rarely leaving a mark. Whichever breast isn’t occupied by her mouth at the time receives the gentle brushing of her thumb over the blossomed bud. She has you hopelessly aroused, tender nipples almost aching from the attention, and you thread your fingers through her hair to get her attention. 

“Jojo, I want you t— “ Shit. She looks up at you with half-lidded, gorgeous eyes and terribly smeared lipstick, moving the attention away from your sore breast after a couple reassuring kisses to any marks she left, and it catches you completely off guard.

“Hmm? You want what, babe? Do I need to back o-”

“No! N-No, please don’t stop, it’s just. I want you to…y’know.”

“I do not, no. But I could probably guess,” Wryly, Jolyne kisses you and brushes her thumb over your lips. “Why don’t you tell me what you want, baby girl, just in case?”

You never had a way with words, and trying to figure out how to tell her to do such lewd things, to touch you more, to eat you out, to slide those beautiful long fingers in you and give you what you need proved to be…well. Difficult, to say the least.

“C-Can you…” Nope. “I need-” Also no. “...touch me?” Yikes.

Jolyne was never big on torturing you, or even being degrading — she loved you a bit too fondly to go that far — but suddenly, you just seemed to be asking for a fair taunting.

“I’m already touching you, sweetheart. C’mon, just tell me.”

You breathe deep, wanting to complain that she knows what you mean, as Jolyne encouragingly strokes your cheek, then grabs your breast and gives your nipple a pinch yet again. A huffy whine escapes your lips, your back arching again just so. Jolyne looks amused.

“I...want your hands on me. I-In me. And I want you to…taste me?”

She raises her eyebrows and smirks. “You want me to taste you?” she asks, pressing for details, “Why, that could mean anything.” With a smug look coating her face, she kisses your cheek. “You taste alright there-”

She was driving you crazy. “Jolyne! Just- just….e-eat me out, please?”

Jolyne looks far too delighted as she kisses your lips one last time and scoffs, a smile still gracing her features. “Pfft. Whore.” Then, thoughtfully, “That makes two of us though.”

You laugh at that, short and distracted. Part of you hated how turned on the whore comment made you; the other part knew that, given the situation, it didn't matter that much. Jolyne eases herself down, settling her hips between your knees after tugging your pants down and off your legs. She presses two fingers against you, feeling you through your underwear, then grins and bites her lip. “Oh my god, you’re adorable. I was right. So, so wet already, huh?”

Knowing her, she was twice as soaked as you were.

Jolyne tugs the fabric of your dampened underwear to the side. She swipes her finger up your entrance a couple times, loving the warmth and wetness of your folds. You were so ready for her, and she loved being the cause for all your pleasure. You feel her thigh and hip tremble slightly farther down your body. Clearly, she was enjoying herself. 

She slides that same finger in slowly, your sex taking her entirely too easily, and after a couple pumps she slips another in and presses her thumb to your clit. You can only gasp, hand darting to her head and gripping a fistful of her hair. Jolyne groans and looks up to your face. 

“Someone’s having fun,” she practically sings. Her fingers curl just so and search for that spot that absolutely wrecks you; and Jolyne knows damn well when she finds it. 

Your thighs tense and you can't stop the moan falling from your lips, followed only by a breathy whine. Her fingers working a bit rougher at the sound, Jolyne winces and pants somewhat. “That’s a good girl, yes please, baby doll,” she says dreamily. Her mind was getting ever so hazy, and she was hopelessly wet from watching you squirm and hearing every noise you made.

You feel her buck into nothing between your legs upon hearing another of your moans and the lewd, sloppy sounds of her fingers pumping through you, and she's shifting uncomfortably for a moment after. Through lidded eyes, you watch her pull her fingers out, suck on them briefly, then take a moment to bring her hand to her own region and grind against it briefly.

“God, if I had my strap,” she huffs, voice dripping with lust as she finally pulls your underwear down and off, then settles in once more with her head at your waist, “it would be Smashville for you, babe. One way ticket.”

You laugh through labored breaths and roll your eyes, then spread your legs and reach forward to touch her head. “Th-That's the lamest thing you’ve ever said,” you mutter. Her fine hands slide under you, rounding the space between your thighs and ass. She winks up at you and bumps her shoulders in a half shrug. “And yet, here you are, still seconds from doing the splits ‘cuz your legs are so wide.”

…She had a point.

Jolyne breathes deep, then presses a handful of slow, full kisses to your inner thighs, inching closer towards your entrance with each one but never quite getting close enough. Each kiss drives you closer to an invisible edge, and you squirm and gasp when she pauses right next to your slot to kiss even deeper before moving to the other thigh. It’s obvious Jolyne is smiling more and more as she goes along; your heart swells at the intimacy of it all.

Just as she inches close again, you groan loud and gasp her name, and your legs shift to make room for her face, expecting her to move on. A beat skips, and Jolyne suddenly makes a frustrated noise and presses her face into one of your thighs. It’s oddly endearing, but still startling and concerning, and you have to stop the giggle in your throat to check on her.

“J-Jojo, is everything-”

Another groan.

Then, a muffled something.

“...what?”

She tilts her head to look at you from your thigh, a smile spread from ear to ear. “You’re just so fucking cuuute! Shit dude, I dunno, I haven’t even gotten that far and I’m trying to focus on going down on you, but you keep being adorable and I can’t stop smiling! Cut it out!”

Of course that’s a problem.

“What? I didn't do-”

One of Jolyne’s hands slip out from under you, dramatically covering her mouth as she rolls to one side somewhat, her eyes squinting shut. She moans out loud through her hand, whiny and mocking. “‘Mm, Jolyne! Oh, ahh, no, Jojo, please!’”

“I do NOT sound like that.” you grumble, flushed face heating up further at her theatrics.

“You literally just did it, baby. Not to mention -- I am very acquainted with what you sound like.” She looks more proud of herself than she ever has before, then her face softens as she slips her hand back around your thigh and preps herself to enter again. “Ready, sweetheart?” she asks, patting your leg somewhat and kissing under your belly button.

You nod, aching to finally feel her tongue against you. Jolyne takes a breath, then presses a light kiss to your clit followed by a dart of her tongue. Electricity courses through you, but before you can process it further, she continues. Her tongue laps just against the outside of your folds, faint and gentle and teasing, and it has you shuddering and gripping the blanket laid out on the grass. 

One, two, three more light licks, the best kisses she can manage along the vertical, a brief kiss then suckle on your clit. When you jerk in her direction, she gives your clit just a couple more indulgent small, quick licks. Her hands grip your hips as she angles your pelvis up just enough and draws you closer to her. 

You feel your mind pass the hazy stage and go straight to absent as Jolyne finally dips her tongue in you, the shallow depth entirely too exciting. She grunts and moans, something that sounds like it got mixed with a snicker on the way out, and you move to grab her hair again. The work her tongue is doing has you feeling like you're on another planet. 

Each incoherent shape made with the flicks of her tongue, each break for a long, slow lick, each time her nose bumps your clit-- they drive you mad. Anytime you moan than a whisper or call her name you feel Jolyne fight a smile. She hits a particularly good stroke and you cry out louder than you anticipate, and when she sends vibrations through you with the snicker she lets out by accident you feel twice as wet as you did before. 

Somewhere in you, a familiar string is tightening. You gather the strength to give Jolyne’s head an encouraging rub then clutch her hair again. “H-Hey, Sir Laughs-A-Lot, I’m close-” you manage, your breath heavy. Jolyne hums a response, then pulls herself slightly closer to get in deep. You throw your head back and your thighs clench and you do your best to not squeeze them together and smother Jolyne between your legs as you come hard. Jolyne gives a couple slow, long licks to help you ride your climax out before planting one last small kiss against your folds and pulling herself away from your sex.

Lust and exhaustion lid her darkened eyes, your arousal coating her entire chin. She gives you a wet kiss, then wipes her face with the corner of the blanket and collapses on top of you with her head on your chest. You were both exhausted in the best way possible, and the feeling of Jolyne’s fingers gingerly rubbing your collarbone as she sighs dreamily makes you feel like you could fall asleep right in this park. 

“You did so well, Jojo. Thanks,” you whisper against her hair. You feel her cheek push against your chest in a smile. “Thank you,” Jolyne mutters back, “for the meal. Everything was delicious, chef.” 

Oh god. “If you ever talk about my pussy like it's a five star restaurant meal again, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Damn, you’re right. We don't have nearly enough money for a wedding anytime soon....” she mumbles, sighing.

You roll your eyes. As much as you hated to admit it, it was really funny; you were just entirely too tired to appreciate it.

The sky above shows a different scene than you remember seeing before your….adventures. Clouds had meandered along their horizons, trudging along like ships at sea. The moon had traveled quite a bit, partially hidden by a dusky cloud, and tree frogs croak and croon from somewhere distant. 

“We should probably get home,” you whisper, dragging your hand across her back and kissing her head. 

Jolyne heaves a dramatic sigh and kisses your collarbone. “Yeah, I guess…I had a great time tonight, baby. Thanks for letting me drag ya out here. We should come back for a picnic or some shit another time when it's light out.” She pauses, and you feel something sly change in her before she even speaks. “We could set up somewhere kinda set apart, have our lunch...mmm, and if it was too hot out we could lose some clothes-” 

Your mind falters imagining it, Jolyne’s sweating, toned body pulling her shirt off to reveal nothing more than a bra and lots of muscle, faux innocence in her eyes when she taunts you with “what’s wrong, baby girl?”, the way her hands would rest on your body after urging you to lose your clothes as well, the inevitable contact between the two of you -- 

“...and you would suck on these pretty tits to keep your mouth shut, and if we got caught…I mean. I’ve been arrested before. It’s not that bad. Might even be worth it.” She winks up at you as if everything she just said wasn't vile and vulgar as all hell. The horrified-yet-intrigued look on your face makes Jolyne smirk, and she pats your stomach twice before sitting up and helping you with your clothes. You gather the blanket in your arms and walk back to the car, a weird sense of calm washing over you both. Jolyne turns the key and grabs your hand, pressing a light kiss against it before putting the car into drive and starting the ride back home.

You knew you would both crash as soon as you got into bed, and in the morning you’d be too tired to do much of anything. Jolyne’s father wasn't due home for a couple of days; you’d have the house to yourselves with no concerns. You wanted to shower with her in the morning, you think, then cuddle up in comfy clothes and sit in each other's arms and Jolyne would come up with some silly game to play or turn on a cheesy horror movie. But for now, all you had was the hum of the engine, the static-ridden radio, and Jolyne’s hand in yours, and you didn't want anything more.

[artificialqueens]

she loves me! (multi) — chapter one - roza

[ summary ] : new parfumerie employee sasha velour has been transferred from her old russian company into a budapest shop. beginning to be at odds with shea couleé despite working with each other: they are unaware that each is the other's secret pen pal met through lonely-hearts ads. ( au for the musical "she loves me" )

[ author's note ] : I began writing this months ago and deleted it but I revisited it, due to me being in the actual musical (we open tomorrow holy shit!) and wanting much more of a comfort au, also I want more sashea! this musical is set in the 1930's so ofc I'll change some of the stuff and clothing around for certain characters but this musical is beautiful and deserves to be told in its entirety and it's one of the few musicals set in my central/eastern europe so as a slav I'll exploit the shit out of that. so much love to citrus, grey and saiph for being amazing beta's !!! xx — lily.

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— *.✧

The Summer of 1932 was officially dwindling down to a close.

Well— it was what Divina had noted when her heels hit the ground of the sidewalk, looking out for any stray motorcycles and passing cars. Her red hair cascaded down the ends of her shoulders as some loose strands became tucked into her beige coat.

The first few bundles of leaves had fallen from the Hungarian Oak tree beneath Divina's feet. Though native to Great Britain, she had moved to Budapest as a teenager. Pursuing her studies and wanting to escape from the economic sanctions (which had now become a worldwide depression). Hungary was beautiful, it was quiet, it was full of interesting people and architecture and yet she stood in her coat, holding an entirely Hungarian newspaper between her fingertips walking to the door of her current job.

Almost time for autumn!

She was immediately met with an obnoxiously loud honk from an incoming bicycle, she laughed aloud and clasped her hands together immediately knowing it would be Aquaria Coady , the utter prideful future of the perfurmie.

Luckily enough to have inherited the last name (though she was born a Palandrani ) the name of the damn shop: Coady's, she was Mrs. Coady or Sharon's only true "child" for lack of a better term. She was truly just her legally and informally adopted child who she met on the street, looking for a job and a place to stay. It was a wonderful story, but Divina always felt that small twinge of jealousy knowing she could've just played up her own act more for an easier start to the job. It was a rocky economy and Aquaria was definitely lucky to have a job even if her dream was to be a formal clerk and not a delivery girl.

"Good morning."

"Good day!" Divina chirped, glancing aimlessly through the newspaper attempting to find even a speck of interesting news that didn't involve international affairs or the crippling economic debt. "How are you today? It's a beautiful morning." The platinum blonde said as the redhead could only grin out of the corner of her lips, it indeed was quite an unusually perfect morning weather wise.

A nice breeze but not too cold, the sun was bright enough for a picnic but definitely not enough of a heatwave to burn their skin as it did some of those early Summer afternoons.

"Very, now that you mention it. I see you've dressed all nice as usual." A laugh left her throat, lips pressing together, intrigued by how formal she had always appeared. "That's an awfully elegant outfit for a perfume shop."

Aquaria rolled her eyes and adjusted the hairs  that hid behind her ear, "And why not? I represent my family, technically, I might as well look twice as good as you all do in your dress code." Divina cackled. She had to admit that all the color clashes weren’t exactly the most pleasing, she would've preferred company outfits but no— guess she had freedom of expression and had to use it.

Thank heavens the shop is beautiful and can distract these damn customers a good bunch.

"How many people have you run over today?"

The blonde shook her head and nervously gripped her own wrists, adjusting her jewelry, "Not one!" Yelling as she parked her bike before Divina shrugged, flipping a page in the newspaper.

"Well, it's early."

Aquaria tapped Divina on the back as their eyes met, the older Brit a bit confused by her antics before she began to whisper, "Here comes Ms. Zamolodchikova." The blonde walked calmly across the other side of the street before she joined the other two employees, wearing a cream colored dress with a mix of pink and beige floral patterns seeping through the design. There was a slight slit cut in the leg area: Katya always said, as a former dancer and a master of her own flexibility, she was beyond proud to show off her legs whenever she could.

"She spent the night with Ms. Honard again." Divina, unsurprised, could only sigh, not wanting to know exactly how she managed to find that one out. "You know, they always kiss at the newsstand and then she makes her way around another block so we think she's actually going home." Aquaria butted in, closing Divina's newspaper and holding her position of poise though her shoes tapped against the ground.

Swinging around her purse she grinned, looking completely entranced by the gorgeously clear skies. "Good morning!" The Russian called out to the lonesome girls who quickly looked up as if they hadn't just been gossiping about her confusingly puzzled love life.

"Good day!" They both replied instantaneously to the perfectly prim and proper looking woman.

Katya was quite the sweet girl when she wasn't busy being a mischievous "whore" as she liked to put it: she didn't even hide her affair with one of their fellow employees, it was all out in the open for everyone to hear though she always kept her good graces by being a passionate and dedicated employee, no one could deny her that. She was also great fun and the one Aquaria and Divina latched most to due to her down to earth ethic.

"Have you seen a lovelier morning?" Her lips curling into a smirk, beyond happy to see summer was beginning to disappear and change into winter. " Never! "

"Anyone mind if I take the day off?" Dreamingly sighing as she took her gloves off, stuffing them in her purse as she glanced over at Aquaria who patiently waited for their boss to arrive, "Aquaria!" The blonde suddenly jumped and stood in front of Katya, the Russian giggling.

"Why aren't you old enough to take me away from all this?"

"I am! I'm this close to being a clerk."

"Just end all the stress and marry me, then I can quit my job and suntan all day!" She started with her glowing blue eyes, desperately groaning.

"Well, I'm afraid you're not quite old enough are you?" Her stature still read teenager, the bicycle was definitely not helping her look any more mature or older.

"I'm catching up! Mrs. Edwards always said before she left that I'd get to be 35 before you ever did." Divina almost immediately punched her right in her shoulders, coughing and giving a maddening expression seeing Katya visibly holding back an offended expression.

"Ah, Mrs. Honard!" Divina lightened the conversation much to the delight of Katya who whipped her head around, looking for her business partner as if they hadn't just spent another lonesome night together filled with strained goodbyes, burnt cigarettes and millions of red lipstick marks across each other’s bare skin. The Russian turned and propped herself against the door, pretending to seem disinterested in her little love affair walking up to the establishment.

"Good morning on this radiant day." Alaska replied with a permanent grin drawn across her lipstick covered mouth, the bright red popping out against her light blonde hair that was pulled into a high ponytail— it hung comfortably as she adjusted her form fitting black and white suit: perfectly cleaned and tight. The blonde's gold and black came in place of her right hand as she urgently slammed it into the sidewalk.

"Good day." All three, including Katya chimed in with no surprise as the taller blonde walked over the giddy Russian girl who took her hand, "Good morning, my dear, you've never looked so beautiful." She gripped her fingertips and spun her once to see the dress in it's full glory. Katya could only place a hand on Alaska's shoulder, their other free hand interlocking.

"Thank you, how kind." She winked as Alaska mentioned what a marvelous dress she had managed to put on for today's work shift, though Aquaria quickly interjected: not very trusting of Alaska in general, especially with her complicated relationship concerning Katya.

"Same dress she had on just two days ago Ms. Honard."

Once again she was met with Divina hitting her in the shoulders, though she turned around and groaned. "What?" She whispered as Katya and Alaska leaned against the window pane, making idle conversation before the redhead clapped and waved, "Well, well if it isn't Ms. Couleé, early as always."

Shea was always the last one to arrive from the employees besides Mrs. Coady who had to come and open the shop anyway, no harm in spending an extra twenty minutes sleeping in knowing the routine schedule and opening. She ran her hands down her red suit, picking up her pace knowing that any moment would be when they'd have to begin the ever-changing shifts and work, the winter season would be upon them soon enough wouldn't it?"

She managed a bright smile for her friends at the perfume shop who had been waiting earlier than her she had suspected, "Good morning, isn't that a beautiful sky? Too nice of a day to be inside just counting change."

Katya clapped, in absolute agreement speaking up first, "Why don't we all just take a day off work?"

Divina snapped back rather quickly, "Leaving Mrs. Coady without a single clerk?" The Russian bit her lip and shrugged. All she wanted was to soak in that last bit of bright light and take the day to simply stroll around the town and across the bridge. Shea laughed, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she let the wind hit her face, her fingertips brushing through her straightened hair. It probably needed a cut, but she might as well wait until winter when the season would pick up business again.

The American laughed, "Another day, another time." She gently patted Katya's shoulder as she frowned, exhausted, Shea could only patiently await the time when Mrs. Coady would come and open the doors up, she had a new letter she urgently needed to share with Divina. She knew of her secret correspondence better than anyone else, and it was the best feeling for Shea to open the mail and know she had a letter from a Dear Friend.

A duo of two ladies walked across the street, glancing at the perfume and cold creams displayed in the glass, light from the sun still shining through  as they walked down. The employees could only listen in on the conversation with impatience. One wearing an ensemble of purple, with thickly curled blonde hair and blue eyes as her gloves held a pearl clutch speaking to a taller and thinner brunette who's eyes shined across the street looking down at her blue velvet heels.

"Have you ever actually tried their cold creams?"

"I wonder if they're any good!"

"Good?" A voice spoke up, the employees quickly straightening themselves realizing it was Mrs.Coady. The blonde walked over the pair whom had been beyond amused to see the actual shop owner speaking to them about her own products. They spoke for a quick moment, her curls bouncing off her shoulders and black blazer as she looked at her workers and grinned, "Good day!" She fiddled with the key before opening the shop for duty.

Sharon passed everyone first to make it to her office unbothered, knowing her shop well enough to put it under Shea's watchful eye.

Shea and Alaska quickly ran off and grabbing the new shipments, unlocking the cabinets and putting their countertops together as Alaska begun setting up her work station that sat on the left, right near the door which was where Katya spent a great amount of her time: it was truly pure coincidence isn't it?

Aquaria grabbed some of the lavender scented perfume, carefully holding it as to not drop it— it was entirely made of glass perfectly colored in a sequence of pastel purple diamonds. She gently sprayed it around the shop and gave an extra spritz to Katya who always waved the perfume near herself and skipped into the fumes, to make sure it was on her wrists and neck.

The Russian raced to the door in her pink heels, opening the door with the bells and chimes perfectly echoing throughout the  shop. Shea, Divina and Alaska all stood in front of their workplaces that now displayed a various array of products.

"Good afternoon Madam may I help you?"

Alaska spoke first, gently taking the hand of a brunette with long straight hair who was wearing a long red dress, her eyes brown: duly noted . The lady sitting on the chair immediately, beginning to go through her handwritten list of items she needed before the season began.

Divina and Shea took the two others, one each to their station as they began their work. Selling all the new items: the toilet water, the Mona Lisa creams, the Lily scented soap that they now had in the large size as well as a medium and small.

These were simply the sounds while selling.

The hours and minutes would be whisked away with more chimes, more sales and a hopeful increase in money: that meant they would all benefit at the end of the night. Budapest was slowly becoming more and more expensive with the influx of tourists growing.

It was about twenty minutes later the gaggle of ladies all stood up to walk out the door, bags bundled with card charges and early Christmas orders as well as physical gifts wrapped and ready with their paper bags sporting the signature cursive "C" stamp on the front in gold lettering. Katya opened the door as the chimes went off.

The three gathered at the front, bowing and extending their hands for the corporate goodbyes they had been taught from the moment they received the job.

"Thank you Madam, please call again, do call again: Madam!"

Katya shut the door before walking over to Alaska, leaning over her counter as the two began to ramble on, Shea turning disinterested and anxious to share what she had uncovered in the latest addition to her letters. "Divina!" She called over the British girl who put down her bag under one of the drawers, prancing over to Shea with a cackle.

"Yes?" Her arms outstretched around her shoulders.

"I got another letter today, from her. From Dear Friend!"

The letters had been going on for over four months now, it was everything Shea had lived for: they’d discussed meeting up soon indefinitely. She must've lived in Budapest if they had met from Shea's anonymous Lonely Hearts Club ad in the local newspaper. Whomever Dear Friend was, she hoped she didn't live up to Shea's exception because she was far too perfect, she sounded intelligent, a passionate young lady with all the talents and charm in the world.

"Oh really? Did she finally enclose a snapshot?"

Shea rolled her eyes and could only breathe out a gentle sigh of relief, opening the handwritten letter up for the two girls to read while the customers were gone.

"Listen to this!"

Clearing her throat she began reading the letter, imagining the person behind these impeccable replies and penmanship.

—

" Dear Friend,

Yesterday morning I ran through the rain to the office! I had the key in my hand, the key to Box 1433.

Trembling, I opened the door and reached inside.

And oh, dear friend, there you were! I took you out and held you in my land and looked at you for a moment.

Then I sat down, gently opened you and read you. "

—

Divina smiled hopeless, part of her was hoping that all this was true and indeed not some kind of setup, they had all heard the one in a million stories with the pen pal's meeting face to face and it not going entirely well: bodies ending up in the Danube.

"That is very well written, have you talked about finally meeting?"

Shea closed the letter and gently stuffed it in her suit's blazer pocket, exchanging a grin to the Brit who sat now on what was usually the customer's stool. "We have, she's working out the details and then we will absolutely meet! We have to, I'm getting impatient to say the least."

"I can tell, you're always vibrating and tapping your feet."

"Divina this is serious! What if she's everything I've ever wanted her to be?"

The redhead gave a confused gaze at her friend and fellow employee, "If she's as perfect as these letters are making her out to be than I think you are very lucky. If I wasn't married to Viv maybe I'd try my own luck." Shea had given at least a small chuckle at the mention of Divina's wife. "Well if anything ever happens, you know who to call to make your AD."

That signature Divina cackle left straight from her stomach as she clutched Shea's wrists and kicked her legs before clearing her throat and calming down rather quickly.

"I'll definitely let you know."

Shea turned towards her designated workstation and sighed, playing with the products. Aquaria had been sweeping the floors and underneath the stations, Shea moving it gently as to smooth along the process for the younger blonde. Daydreaming wasn't exactly recommend at her job but her entire head had been preoccupied with thoughts about her Dear Friend.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a door from the back open, Sharon quickly walking out and slamming it shut, holding an envelope between her fingertips. Blonde hair falling in her face though she quickly tucked it behind her ear.

"Shea!" She yelled, her dark brown eyes peered across her station as she quickly stepped down from the platform and walked towards her boss, a bit confused as work had barely even begun and already their boss had something to say.

"Yes Mrs. Coady?"

"Let's talk."

[staracha]

just a cute date

bf! bang chan x gf! reader

lmfao enjoy reading this uhh wtv this is

“why the fuck are we at chuck e. cheese?”

“you said i could pick where our next date would be at and i did.”

“yeah, but chuck e. cheese? we’re going to a place hosted by a rat!” chan was about ready to turn the car right back on and drive out of there.

you rolled your eyes, taking the keys from his hand before he could even put it back in the ignition. “the face of this business is a rat. it’s not hosted by one. learn the difference! besides, it’s a mouse, not a rat.”

he narrowed his eyes at you. “doesn’t change the fact that chuck e. cheese is a furry.”

you took a deep breath. “please take that back right now. i don’t need you ruining my childhood experience.”

“aw baby, if you didn’t wanna come here you should’ve said so!” he smiled at you as he reached for the keys, but you pulled your hand away before he could.

“i never said that.” you put the keys in your purse and opened the car door. “now come on, i’m hungry.”

chan groaned but got out of the car anyway. he took small, slow steps across the parking lot. you went over to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him along.

“quit being such a baby about it.”

he held onto your hand, quickening his pace just a little. “me? a baby? you’re the one who chose an establishment for children as a date.”

“yeah, who would’ve thought i’d have a big baby to bring here, huh?”

“everyday i have to remind myself why we’re still dating.” chan could sense the sad eyes you were giving him. “and it’s because i love you too much.”

“i was just about ready to make a new post. ‘just got my heart broken! at chuck e. cheese.’” you exclaimed as you threw your hands up into the air, but making sure not to let go of chan’s hand.

chan laughed at that. “yeah cause nothing screams ‘romance gone wrong’ like chuck e. cheese.”

you were immediately hit with the loud atmosphere when you two walked in. from all the children screaming to the sounds coming from all the different machines.

“you regretting this now?” chan couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped as he noticed your slightly annoyed expression at a particularly loud shriek coming from a kid.

you had just gotten the ink stamp on your wrist and were already making your way to the counter to order.

“nope. not at all.”

once your order was put in and you had both gotten your drinks, you headed to a table just outside the boundary that separated you guys from the area with the animatronics on stage.

“you’re trying to give me nightmares here.” chan took a glance at animatronics and shuddered. he quickly turned his attention back towards you. “this is so sus. what kind of kid would be okay with those things just there!”

“okay, so maybe they’re a little creepy.”

“a little? that’s literally what i see when i get sleep paralysis!”

you look over at the animatronics, grimacing at their disturbing expressions. “okay, they’re creepy.”

“thank you.”

it wasn’t too long before the pizza was brought to your table along with some wings. as the server left, you caught chan eyeing the pizza.

“literally, who made this pizza?” chan asked as he took in the sight. “don’t get me wrong it smells good and all, but the slices are so mismatched it’s not even funny.”

“i think you’re over exa- what the hell?” your eyes landed on a few odd places on the pizza. you couldn’t deny that the slices didn’t exactly line up with one another.

“i’m about to pull a white lady move and ask to speak with the manager.” he started to shift out of his seat.

“you know what? we’ll just avoid those slices.” you reached over and placed your hand over his. “it’s only like three anyway.”

chan sighed and settled back down. “alright, but,” he held up one finger, signaling for you to wait a second. he slipped his hand out from under yours and reached into his pocket. chan held up his phone as he pointed it your way. “let me take a picture of you first.”

you rolled your eyes but posed for the picture nonetheless. he took the photo and typed a few things on his phone before showing you the photo.

“look at how cute you are.”

you laughed at the caption that read ‘on a date with my cute gf 🥵’ and pointed to the sticker placed at the bottom of the photo. “what’s with the big heart?”

“one: i wanted to show my love for you.” he turned his phone back towards himself, seemingly posting the photo. “and two: i didn’t want people getting distracted by the ugly pizza slices.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

“yeah, yeah. just eat your pizza so we can go play some games.”

after eating the pizza- minus the three odd slices -you two began looking for which game to start with first.

“should we play skee ball first?” you asked chan, turning to see him inspecting the card filled with points.

“i miss the coins. what kind of fun does a card give you?” chan scoffed as he continued to stare at the piece of plastic.

“we can cry about that later!” you grabbed onto his arm. “let’s go play skee ball!”

you and chan collaboratively earned a fair amount of tickets. though, a little girl snagged a couple tickets of yours.

“why you little-“

chan had to reach out and hold you back from trying to go for the girl.

“babe, she’s just a child.”

“a child who took my tickets!” you exclaimed as you attempted to get out of his grasp.

“she probably thought they were hers!” chan collected the rest of your guys’ tickets before dragging you to the basketball hoop.

needless to say, you two almost got kicked out due to the fact that chan was handing you each ball for you to put them right through the basketball hoop. and also because you started to beat up a machine after missing the jackpot just barely. though, you two fled the scene before an employee could get to the beeping machine.

after going around and playing practically any game possible to earn tickets, you and chan decided to call it quits and head to redeem your tickets.

you excitedly waved the paper receipt that read the number of tickets you two earned and hurried to the prize counter with chan following close behind.

chan laughed as he watched you scan the prizes. “you look more excited about this than when i asked you out on our first date.”

“i was beyond excited about our first date.” you admitted, but dismissed the statement with a wave of your hand. “i wasn’t going to let you know that though.”

chan let a pout rest on his face. “you’re so mean.”

“chan, we’ve literally been dating for almost a year now.” you kissed his pout. “no need to be sad about something that happened so long ago when we’re here now.”

“i guess so.” he continued to pout and even pointed at it, indicating he wanted another kiss.

you rolled your eyes, but gave him a kiss anyway causing him to smile.

after picking your prizes- which consisted of two plush toys and a bunch of candy -you and chan walked out holding hands as the sun appeared to be setting, turning the sky into a swirl of orange, pink, and yellow that was slowly overcoming the blue that was previously there.

“so maybe this turned out to be a better date than i thought it’d be.” chan admitted as he swung your hands back and forth.

“see? you had nothing to worry about.”

chan hummed. “of course i didn’t. i was gonna be here with you regardless. right?”

“right.”

a/n: hi so this was my first time writing a complete scenario of this sort? i hope it wasnt too bad or too short. lmk what you thought of it and if you’d like more later on! it honestly started off as a dumb idea i had but i had fun writing it out lol so yeah

[barefoot-joker]

Music Meister X Reader Ch. 2

Chapter Two, Baby! Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After a bus ride that took her across town Y/n arrived at her nightly destination, it being one of the local clubs owned by a man with too much time and money on his hands. In all honesty Y/n hated this part of her day, the customers often rude or demeaning and their stares uncomfortable. Unfortunately this and her day job were the only ways to make some money for rent, school and food, it sometimes enough for utilities. 

Upon entering the establishment the waitresses' nose was met with the stench of alcohol and smoke from both cigars and cigarettes, the smell always making her mentally gag. Heading towards the back she went through a door into the employee area, opening up her locker and setting her bag inside. Making sure nobody was looking Y/n quickly grabbed her medicine bottle and shook out a pill, her hand tightly grasping it before shoving the orange bottle back into her bag. Popping the pill into her mouth she grabbed a bottle of water from her locker, downing the pill in a second. Shivering from the medicine she placed the bottle back and shut the metal door, clocked in and set off to the bar. Looking around the club wasn't too busy considering they had just opened but Y/n knew in a few minutes they'd be packed. Heading to the bar she was met by Frankie the bartender on shift tonight and one of her favorites. "Hey, Frankie." "Hey, kid. How ya doin?" "Eh. The usual. You?" He just huffed and pulled out a cigarette and lighter, Y/n just rolling her eyes. "One of these days those are going to kill you." "Yeah but at least I know ya'd show up at my funeral." I gave him a small smile and watched as people began filing in, the club soon becoming packed. "Well I'd better get out there. See you around, Frankie." "You too, kid." Picking up the tray of drinks Y/n headed around to each guest and offered them one. As she was about halfway done with her third tray the lights went dim and the stage curtains opened, a single spotlight on the silver microphone. Loud heels could be heard clicking the wooden planks as the lead singer, Jessica, made her grand entrance. Y/n simply rolled her eyes and continued her job, the patrons not even bothering to look at her. "And now Miss Jessica Darling." Henry the announcer stated, a low applause filling the room. 

Waiting till someone wanted a drink Y/n headed back to the bar to talk to Frankie, the music beginning to play and Jessica's voice could be heard throughout the club. "One of these nights I want to see ya up there." Y/n's eyes widened. "Nu-uh. No way!" "And why not?" "You know those girls would utterly crush me! They hate when others get into their show business!" "I swear Y/n, I'm going to get ya up there so others can hear ya. Then maybe the boss would give ya more of a paycheck." I smiled and pat his hand, his grey mustache taking on a smile as well. "You know I appreciate your concern for me, Frankie. However I need to figure this all out on my own."

As the two talked Jessica watched with calculating eyes, her hatred for the h/c coming to fruition. Ever since Y/n had entered the club the lead singer held a burning passion for her, the ravenette glad that she wasn't one of the singers. Finishing her song the woman gave a bow before heading off, shoving her pink boa into another girl's arms. "God I hate that little rat!" Stomping out front Jessica saw the two distractions laughing and enjoying each other's company, it irritating her down to the core. "Y/n!" The h/c flinched at the shrill voice and turned, a light pink gloved finger beckoning her. "See you, Frankie." "See ya, kid." Sliding off the bar stool she had sat down on, Y/n rushed to the singer's side and stood at attention. "Stop lazying about and go out and do your job!" "Yes, ma'am."

Seeing Y/n scurry away in fear from her brought happiness to Jessica's heart. She was one of the first ones here and no way was a fat waitress going to take away her power. Flicking her long wavy hair out her eyes Jessica walked among the guests and entertained them as more ladies went up and sang onstage. The main lady knew they were nothing compared to her even if they did flock to her for advice and guidance. Her ruby red lipsticked lips smirked as she watched Y/n stroll about, occasionally talking with a customer. As the h/c neared her the ravenette stuck a dark red heel out of the thigh high slip in her bubblegum pink sequenced dress, the waitress not seeing it and tripping. The sound of glass clattering and metal hitting the hard floor. All eyes turned towards the young waitress on the floor, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment, as she scrambled to grab the glass pieces. Her body trembled with everyone's gazes on her form, her breathing becoming quite difficult as she could feel her anxiety creep up her body like a plague. "Here, kid. Let me help ya."

Frankie kneeled down and swept up the glass, one piece accidentally slicing into Y/n's skin. Taking the cloth that was under her tray Y/n cleaned up the spilled alcohol and the small amount of blood from her finger, Frankie giving her a band-aid. Meanwhile Jessica smirked while watching the display. That'll teach her to mess with me for a while. Standing the ravenette made her way over to the bartending duo, her silhouette casting a shadow onto the female. "That's what you get for being a distraction during my performance." "Kid, grab ya're tray and head on back to get cleaned up." "But Frankie-" "Do it."

Y/n shrunk back but nodded none the less. Standing she scowered the now loud club for her tray, discovering it near a table in the back. The h/c couldn't see the person sitting at the table for the lights were at there dimmest. "Sorry about disrupting." Y/n mumbled, leaning down to grab her tray. The person gave her no verbal reply, just a hum that he heard her. Bowing her head Y/n turned on her heel and headed into the back, humiliation and anger written in her eyes.