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lonelystarrs · 1 year ago

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝗞𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗼 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗼𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗸𝗶

You made his feathers ruffle and spread love through his existence, Keigo was your golden boy. Touya thought you were spoilt even if you were slowly changing his view on the world, one things for sure though —he’d never be under you like Keigo and he’d always be there to bring you back down. Even if he enjoyed watching you make a mess outta bird boy.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + 3 some f/m only + sub/switch Keigo + switch reader + Dom Touya + pegging + praise + cum play + fluff on Keigo’s part + established relationship with Keigo + spice level: high + Keigo restrained +

Posted this before but decided to repost! Has been sitting on my ao3 for awhile.

The agreement was mutual that keeping your relationship with Hawks was under wraps. Truthfully you didn’t want the hassle of it, he was incredibly popular and the commission was also the other issue.

They’d do what they had to if things weren’t working in their favour, not to mention the shitty PR teams would try to start arranging things to their own liking.

In your own words, Hawks life was controlled by them, you weren’t going to allow Keigo’s life to be nor were they going to tell you how to love him.

He finally realised in those words, in that moment he really was totally was in love with you, with every fibre of his being. It was a foreign feeling to start, he knew what admiration felt like, he knew what pride felt like and he certainly knew how lust felt.

But love was a clash of all three, it was a confusing mess to work through sometimes, but learning to love you was something he was all too keen for. His feathers ruffled by themselves when he seen you, the grin eas uncontrollable and his heart fluttered in his ribs sending tingles through his body.

You made him excited and you made him calm.

But this relationship wasn’t anything to do with anyone else, when Hawks came home he was Keigo and he was yours to dote on.

However there was one small problem that you did have with Hawks being allowed to act like a free man and that was his natural flirty personality.

Girls often got the wrong idea, you were perfectly secure in yourself but when you started seeing suggestive posts about Hawks potential love interests… it’s enough to bug even the most secure of relationships.

You’d seen a post about rumours that he was liking an interviewer that kept popping up around him. She was pretty, all done up and giggly around him, typical girl next door kinda vibes but you doubt the innocence was genuine.

Hawks entertained it not realising his kindness and manners could come across as interested to easily pleased girls or fame seeking one’s. The odd photo slipping out where they’d been caught talking in halls alone or she had managed to work her way into somewhere he was.

You weren’t worried about him what so ever, how he looked at her didn’t cause you concern you’d been with him long enough to know he wasn’t Keigo around her. He was Hawks and that persona could play the part for anyone because that’s how he was taught.

But poor little Hawks wasn’t exactly putting a stop to her games when she started to, what you as his girlfriend would consider, overstepping.

So you’d decided to remind him, and he always enjoyed it.

Drool spilled from the gag in his mouth, his hands tied behind his back giving his back a small arch from the mattress.

His eyes were watering and his hips rolling to try encourage his thick cock further down your throat, your index and forefinger running circles around his hole that was clenching. He panted heavily from his nose, swallowing thickly.

His voice was muffled behind the gag but he still managed to whimper when you pushed the tips of your fingers in, thickly covered in lube. His dick flexed in your mouth as you slid your fingers in past the tight ring and he clenched around them.

You released him from your mouth, heavy wet dick slapping on his stomach covered in drool.

“Aw, Kei you that sensitive hmm?”

His chest heaved as gold eyes looked down glassy and focused on you. Your tongue pressed to the base of his cock and slid up to the head, fingers pressing in to the hilt in movement with your tongue. He frowned at you trying to convince you of his stubbornness, six pack clenching as you let more spit drool onto his head of his dick. It flexed again under your tongue, feeling it harden under it made you moan on his dick, cunt clenching around nothing.

“You’re such a good boy Kei~”

Your fingers began pumping into him, tips curling when deep enough to press against that spot that had him babbling behind the gag, hips rising to encourage you to take his dick back in your mouth.

“Hmm, I think you’re warmed up enough~”

You fingers pulled from him and you stood, his eyes widening at the strap on you had harnessed to you. He actually looked a little worried yet that needy look glazed in his eyes? That flexing of his cock as excited anticipation rocked through his body? -He’d handle it, he always did.

You placed your hands either side of his ribs and hovered over him, the strap rubbing against his own dick and you rolled your hips rutting against it.

He released a heavy, breathy sigh through his nose, golden eyes watching you hover over him, tits pressed together sandwiched between your arms, your glassy eyes looking at him so lovingly despite your attitude towards him this evening.

That reassurance from you was silent, but oh so there in your eyes and it made him fucking melt for you.

He trusted you completely and this? Well it was hot. Completely dominating him but loving after him? Ugh.

Fuck he’d never get enough of it, that strap was long though, the bubble of excitement mixed with a little worry was intoxicating.

The sunset from the penthouse windows behind you glowing, your hair falling to frame your face, spit glistening down your chin. Like an angel waiting to do something oh so unholy to him. Despite your loving eyes contradicted that smirk on your glossy plump lips, swollen from kiss him and his cock.

Reaching up you unbuckled the gag letting him spit it out to the side, drool trailing either side of his mouth.

“You can’t be fucking serious kid thats too lon-ngh. Shit slow down will ya?”

You rolled your hips again letting the lubed dildo rub along his cock, stuttering his words as he acted like he wouldn’t be a drooling mess when you started to fuck him.

“Yeah it’s a new one, you’ll manage Kei~ or need me to get you a little more needy?”

You shifted yourself to straddle him, reaching down to grab his dick and run the thick head around your clit, a breathy moan leaving you before pressing it to your entrance.

“M’not-hah- I ain’t gonna break for ya kid so stop trying.”

He actually sounded a little pissed off and you only smirked at him, his little attitude was attractive because he so rarely showed it around you. His attempt of not giving in to you, like he was trying to convince himself that he was still in charge despite this position he foolishly allowed himself to get into.

Sinking yourself down onto him he sucked in breath as he felt his thick head stretching you out, slowly sinking down onto him until you reached half way, you were so wet, warm and pulsing around his cock his eyes almost rolled back into his damn skull.. You were tight as hell without him warming you up, without letting him prep you like he always did because he was thick.

Keigo never able to slide straight in, it’s a good job he was a lot more considerate than Touya being thicker than him. Keigo would start soft to adjust you, where Touya purely fucked rough.

Your pussy was sucking his cock in as your walls clenched around him, he could feel you struggling with the stretch and especially at this position, you were wet it was coating your thighs -you were drooling for him just by sucking his cock and seeing him like this.

It was almost enough of a thought to let himself cum from just the first two inches in you, you had another 5 to go before he was at the hilt and it only stayed thicker.

“Struggling there kid? S’brave of you without any prep.” He slurred out, trying his hardest to keep attitude, his hardest to stay cocky.

he was drooling already, his bottom lip was threatening to tremble. He was trying so hard to keep cocky but failing miserably with his slurring, watching the pink dust across your cheeks and your mouth hang open.

A beautiful mess above him, how the hell was he gonna hold back from cumming just seeing you like this after edging him?

Fuck, fuck, fuck you were so fucking warm around him, Keigo took the opportunity to roll his hips up into you to push into the hilt making your breath hitch, gasping a little as he rolled again the slight pained look on your face at him filling you.

That brief moment of you breaking as his dom and he tried to use it to his advantage to turn the tables in his favour.

“How about you take these cuffs off dove, let me do the work hmm?”

You placed a hand on his stomach to balance yourself, the strap on now laying on his stomach from your hips against his, cock buried in you giving a pleasant yet painful stretch.

Keigo’s eyes widened when you began to bounce his attempt at manipulating you not working. The slick squelching as your pussy sucked him back in with every thrust, he wasn’t gonna last, no fucking way -not like this.

“S-shit, dove-“

He was already overly sensitive from all the teasing, the edging with that tongue and throat of yours working it’s magic. But he wasn’t backing down he knew he had more stamina than you, he just needed to tire you out. He just needed to convince himself he’d out last you, get you to beg him to fuck you cause you struggled to hit that spot like he could.

“Is that -ngh- S’that all you got kid? You’re gonna beg me to help you cum, M’not losing.”

It was difficult to believe him when his voice started confident and trailed off into whimpering and slurring out. The fire in his golden eyes was lit, still looking a little bratty and pissy, but his voice was breaking and breathy.

His arms were going numb behind his back, grabbing the sheets under him as his toes curled against the bed, feet braced against it as he tried to angle himself.

The repetitive wet slapping of his skin hitting yours, that squelching of your pussy drooling and sucking him your moaning above him, looked like a hot mess riding him like that.

That damn strap on taunting him as it slapped against his stomach each time you rose and dropped against him. Shit it was too much, his cock was throbbing in you, flexing as he tried so hard to hold back from blowing his load in you.

“M’respecting the effort -give up, I can feel you clenching around me you’re not gonna cum like this kid, you need me fucking you.”

His weak, breathy taunting fell on deaf ears as you reached down to play with your clit, Keigo’s eyes widened as he realised what you were doing.

Slick covering your hardened bud you ran circles over it with the pad of your finger. The heat soaring through you as you coaxed yourself towards cumming on him.

“D-Dove? C’mon, let me help you.”

That built up came too quickly, Keigo moaned under you as his hips rose to meet yours. He didn’t like that you were on the verge of cumming without his help, he wanted to get you to cum -with him around you should never be doing it yourself… but being used like this by you was making his cock throb weighing out his sulking.

He felt his own release building as he seen you close to yours, his stomach tensing as he tried holding himself back. He wouldn’t last if you came on him, he knows how it feels to have those sloppy walls clench around him as you cum.

“You feel so fucking good Kei- y’gonna help me cum yeah?” You panted above him, your one hand on the bed gripped the sheets beside him.

He nodded under you, those beautiful glassy gold eyes pleading you to let him help you. His stubbornness cracking as you looked at him so doe eyed.

“You gonna let me use you?”

Keigo groaned, god you were so fucking hot, pussy so sloppy as you sucked his cock in again and again. Riding him like such a pro, knowing how to move knowing what he liked because he was your little golden boy. Slick running down his balls and ass from how wet you’d got over this. It sounded so wet, so filthy.

shit he was always damn well giving into you. This is what Touya always belittles him for -spoiling you.

He couldn’t help it, you deserved it and you loved him back just as equally, his heart soared higher than he’d ever flown around you.

He wanted the world to see you beside him, he wanted you on his arm during these stupid meetings.

He wanted to flaunt you to that annoying interviewer than wouldn’t leave him the hell alone, it’s why he allowed the flirting, why he gave some back and made sure he was caught by cameras.

Keigo wasn’t stupid, he acted oblivious to his natural flirtatious personality but it was never an accident, he knew what he was doing. Because he wanted to crack your stubbornness on not going public —he understood why but he hated it, he wanted the world knowing you were together.

But he did have to secretly thank this naïve interviewer, getting fucked like this because she wouldn’t leave the hero alone was almost worth the bother.

“Y-You wanna use me dove?”

Yup, he broke. You won. When he thought about how much he loved you, seen that needy look on your face and your glassy eyes? That crap would always break him, he couldn’t help it, he was a weak, weak man for you.

Touya would be bitching in his ear later about how pathetic he was for you, but fuck it!

You nodded dumbly and he rolled his hips into you, your breath hitching as he dragged the head of his dick against that spot you were trying to find. That he knew so damn well because he’d drank your reactions in so many times it was almost natural for him knowing your body so well. His eyes never missed anything you gave, those keen gold orbs took every memory you gave him so he could replay it.

“Use me then kid, you gonna fuck that dick yeah? Take what’s yours huh?”

That did it, his stubbornness cracking completely as his lovesick heart once again took over.

“Gonna fuck your golden boy right?”

He sounded mean, pushing you to cum with his words as he bucked his hips again to hit that spot that made your vision blur. The rough slap of his hips into you as he buried as deeply as he could get it. Keigo let you dom him, but he knew when he was mean it made those little hearts on your eyes shine.

You braced yourself forward slightly and he started to pound upwards into you, chasing his own release as you clamped down on him, hips pressing to his as you moaned out his name over and over, slurring your love for him. His heart swelling with each moany breath and gasp that hitched in your throat trying to say you loved him.

It was all too much, it was too sloppy too messy. His nerves burning, his toes curling and the emotion in his chest built to a place that made tears glisten in those gorgeous golden eyes.

“M’cummin’ dove, m’hah, fuck yeah that’s it kid. God your pussy is so fucking good! God- godfuckingloveyou.”

He growled his words at the end -desperate and needy almost feral, slapping his hips and his cock sliding in so easily now as your cum drooled down it, coating his own thighs and balls, his sensitive head burning as it glided along your silky walls.

His hips pinned to yours, eyes rolling back with his head as he released, coating your insides.

His high was short lived, you lifted yourself from him, letting both your cum leak out and coat his dick as it slapped wetly against his stomach. He was breathy, panting as he looked down watching the mixed fluid link between you both. His cock suddenly feeling so cold compared to the warmth of being buried in you.

You smirked at him whilst panting, sliding back down the bed until your feet hit the floor. You guided the dildo and gathered the mix of cum dripping down him on the end of the strap on before pressing it against his hole to fuck it into him.

Golden eyes widened as he looked down at what you were about to do, his body betrayed his lying expression of worry -giving away that actually he wanted this, he always did. You knew by his thick cock flexing, still hard, his hole clenched around nothing.

Pressing forwards the tip pushed through the tight ring, your hands placed on his hips to stop him rising from the bed. Your tits squishing together as your arms caged them, hovering over him.

“M’not done with you Kei, thought you got the upper hand there hmm?”

“Ngh- kid it’s too fucking long I can’t take i-“

“You got your safe word Kei?”

“Fuc- kid you’re gonna ruin me-“

“Safe word?” You repeated again, his jaw clenched as he tilted his head back briefly to suck in air, then nodded.

You pushed forward slowly letting it enter him and stretch him out, it wasn’t thick like his own dick, but it was the longest you’d used on him.

Keigo’s head tilted back further, drool leaving his lips as he panted and arched from the bed. Hard cock flexing against his stomach as it slid in so beautifully he almost came from it.

“Fuck, fuck - dove, s’good-“

You cooed praises for him as you eased it in, his legs trembling either side of you as you hit his prostate. You knew by how his breath hitched, his legs tensed and he fell silent.

You looked down and rose an eyebrow.

“You took the whole length Keigo, that must be so deep hmm?”

“Ngh-“ he tried to speak but failed, only managed a dumb nod.

A hand reached up to grab his cock, rubbing the palm over his head he whimpered and rocked his hips.

“N-No, don’t s’too sensitive, I can’t- not my cock-“

“You can Keigo.”

His open mouthed pants became heavier as you pulled the strap on back, the squelch of lube and cum as you gently pushing back in hitting that spot deep within him. Glassy golden eyes looked down to watch you begin to thrust in and out of him, his eyes focused on the slick red dildo disappearing into his ass and your hand wrapped around his cock. Hand setting a pace on his dick, watching his cum coated cock throb in your grip and tears welled in his eyes.

“Fuck kid, there -you’re hitting-hah yeah that’s it.”

Keigo slurred, the tears spilling as he whimpered under you, sheets gripped in his hands borderline ripping as he clung to it for dear life. Your pace picked up and he seen fucking stars, that heat rose in his body so fast that he felt a little panicked.

“I’m gonna - dove I’m gonna cum so fucking hard keep do-ngh-“

“S’it golden boy, cum for me hmm?”

“Y-yeah gonna cum f’you, fuck-me- you’re gonna make me-I’m cummin’”

You watched his eyes roll back into his skull as he came so hard he couldn’t even whimper, any noise lodged in his throat as it rocketed through his body into spasms, it wasn’t anything like when he came from his dick, he felt it through his whole body.

Hips rising from the bed and his toes curling, your hand fucking his cock left him no mercy as his came again through his cock at the same time. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he choked out a mix of words that sounded like his own language.

Cum shot from the slit up to his chest, hitting his own chin as you slowed your thrusting to help ease him down.

His body spasmed in places even when he fell lax against the bed, before he finally whimpered out to you as he felt the dildo shift in him, making his body jolt. He couldn’t take anymore it was too much. His vision was blurred, stars still dotted them.

“N-No more please, dove I can’t, fuck- it’s so fucking deep kid I-“

You panted above him, planting your hands either side his hips and smiled at him.

He was a fucking mess, his hair stuck to his face as sweat dripped down him, cum on his stomach and chest, ribs heaving as he looked at you with glassy, dopey eyes. Sweat beaded on him like jewels, rolling down into his thick neckline mixing into the cum he impressively shot there.

Your lips pressed to his before rubbing your nose against his lovingly. You pulled out from him, hearing the lewd pop and he moaned against your mouth, a heavy sigh left him as he fell completely lax against the bed.

“S’a good job I love ya,” He mumbled, giving you a half assed playful glare, little smile twitching on his lips.

You hummed against his mouth agreeing with him, the peace was short lived though -both eyes turning to the door when a much deeper voice filtered through. The blue eyes glowing against the light of sunset through the window, his eyes were fixed on you like a predator.

“Couldn’t wait for me to get back doll?”

Keigo watched your eyes widen, a smirk twitching at his lips as he seen the worry spread on your face as you frozen above him.

Keigo had noticed the moment you lowered yourself onto his dick to ride him that Touya had walked in, crossing his arms and leaning in the door way watching. He didn’t tell you, deciding giving Touya a show would be a nice little from me to you.

“All that mushy shit just for blondie huh? You realise how fucking lovesick you both look? Tch.”

Rough, cool skin smoothed over your ass, reaching for the buckle on your harness and undoing it, letting it fall to the bed before pushing your knees back onto it with his, making you straddle over Keigo again.

“Unlucky kid, karma came around pretty quick for you today hmm?” Keigo chucked under you, watching as you hovered over him again.

“Hey there Touya,” Popping his blonde head to the side Keigo beamed smiled at him, blue eyes glanced over your shoulder with much less enthusiasm to meet gold, giving the hero a grunt as a reply before focusing back on you.

Keigo would sub to you, the only person who could ever get him like this was you and he enjoyed it. However, Touya was the one who wouldn’t ever submit to you, he kept you in place the way Keigo never could.

He fucked you like he hated you, like you needed sometimes -like the blonde couldn’t commit to because he simply loved you to a point it was nauseating. For the flame user to witness anyway.

Touya just thought you were spoilt, that Keigo spoiled you too much but you very much were the balance in this poly relationship.

The boys had nothing for each other besides their unhealthy amount of need for you. It worked because you were between them, Keigo could get along with anyone but Dabi had a different perspective on the world and people. He tolerated the winged hero for access to you, so he told you guys but deep down you knew he enjoyed this little dynamic. Keigo allowed Touya in, from then his warped view on life and people started to change because of you.

“T-Touya-“

“Where’s the cockiness gone doll? Didn’t save any of it for me?”

He gripped on your hip, his other hand moved and heard him unbuckle his belt behind you.

“Shame, know I love fucking it outta ya,”

Tapping his hard dick against your ass cheek, before guiding it to your pussy and running it from your entrance to clit.

“Guess m’just gonna have to get you all dumb again,” he sighed out, acting like it was a hindrance.

Hand on your hip smoothed up your back to grip your hair and pull it back as he leaned over you, staples digging into your skin and the buckle of his belt.

“S’show bird boy here how you deal with brats, he’s too lovesick with you to do it. Y’already warmed up right doll? So I don’t need to let you adjust.” Touya spoke against your lips, craning your neck back so he he brush them over yours.

“Someone gonna get these cuffs of me?” Keigo deadpanned under you.

“You got yourself into that situation bird brain, deal with it.”

Keigo sighed in annoyance as you whimpered out against Touya’s mouth as his deep groaned answered you back from bullying his dick in. Touya was longer but not as thick as Keigo, hitting you so deeply your eyes would unfocus and cross sometimes.

Keigo pouted under you with a frown watching as Touya handled you in his own way.

Man, maybe he really should stop spoiling you.

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I need to write more for Keigo, honestly adore him so much and I love writing him T_T

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leclerced · 10 months ago

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im all here for lando being a dirty talker but what if the roles are reversed and its her the one who's all mouthy. like she'll whisper all sorts of stuff to him to get him all riled up right before an interview or while they're out with his friends because she likes how easy it is for her to get him turned on and he's just so responsive ...

pleasee you know when lando gets flustered or something is rly funny to him and he suddenly just can’t seem to function?

daniel asking him about having pubes and he says he doesn’t and then checks and loses it, has to take his mic off and leave the table i think?

another time he mentions going to amsterdam for the first time, and the interview says like, ‘i hear they do good massages there’ and lando is just like ok i have to go now.

it’s like that. he just can’t function when she gets him all worked up. when he’s horny he either shuts down or gets all giggly and flirty, acts like he did on the live stream he did where he was an absolute whore !!!!

she would get him all riled up so he’s thinking everything is sexual, he can’t think about anything except for her and sex, he has to have questions repeated and clarified, when they ask about the race being wet, his mind goes straight to the gutter and he’s thinking about how wet his girlfriend gets. oscar snapping in front of his face and he blinks back into focus and is like, “sorry what was the question?”

or w his friends, she’d flirt with him and lean in to whisper how she wants to fuck him right there in front of all his friends. her palming him under the table and he’s trying not to cum in his pants with max right next to him. he’d end up begging her to leave early so they can go home and fuck.

#ask #anon #ln4

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 year ago

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Hii! Could you edit when you can your Hongjoong nsfw reading since it has the wrong rising and houses?

And wanted to comment some things too like I don't think him having Winona as a type is true (at least not that he said it) bc I didn't see that anywhere?? And talking abt Camila, I believe she has olive skin and changes depending the weather, but either way the poster he had in the past she wasn't light at all soo. Anyways he said lot of times that he doesn't have an ideal type and goes for the auras and how they are (btw don't care if he didn't explicitly said the word still believe he came out as pansexual, also other tarot readings always point that too!). Aesthetic, not sexual, attraction is another thing. Like that fan he said was gorgeous with gothic(? aesthetic.

But ig it could influence too if he is attracted to those kind of aesthetics in the first place to talk with them and leading to whatever.

And about those fancalls and fansigns fans I'm pretty sure he acts like that bc he knows and loves how his fans praise him and is very giggly and cute or flirty on purpose bc he knows they and him like it.

He could like them too who knows but only he can confirm bc he looks at ppl with what some say love or attraction and shows attention to literally almost everyone lol, all the members, interviewers, fans, some celebrities..

Btw I so agree with what you said of parasocial relationships affecting them too, recently ppl were talking about them and I said that bc we usually never think it affects them too and pretty sure goes both ways, I mean we even have proof of it, he said himself various times he relies to atiny for comfort too and communicates to us a lot of things and important occasions as if we were friends and always wants to be more close to us. I think is also something he needs in any close friend/partnership he is compatible with, his chart indicates it too. The other more interactive members too..They all try to have some boundaries too at least but yeah definitely affects them in some degree.

Aside the ones mentioned like Camila, all the celebs he likes and maaybe some fans, for more type "indicators" he said Mingi was sexy and his deep voice was his type, or when he shows his "panicked gay" behavior like to say some examples, around Sh doing exercise shirtless in their old dorms, recently saying "while I calm my beating heart" to San being shirtless and wanting him to be covered lol, or many times being nervous and giggly around Yunho holding his waist and being close, saying how handsome he is and for Yeosang too, and touching his biceps constantly or saying he loves his and Sh deep tones. So I see a pattern of somewhat muscular, tall and deep voiced guys👀 Btw not shipping him with any of them but those things can still show our preferences.

Ah idk but maybe also him at least aesthetically attracted to androgyny and gnc ppl like he himself is bc of some artists he loves like David Bowie, Prince, the singer in Years&Years, etc.

So in conclusion maybe more "masculine" looking guys, "feminine" girls, and any androgynous or/and gnc person! But yeah at the end don't think physical aspect is not important or the most important to him.

And on another topic, I would also say he may like the other being dominant or/and a top as well. Bc I saw cap risings or/and dominant ppl saying they like being topped and dominated in bed in contrast of them being pressured/being dominant in the rest of their life aspects! Think this could be true seeing how he always relegates his leader role any time he can to the others and how he likes being taken care of, like Sh and Yh mainly, always taking care of him when they shared bedrooms or life things bc he is so clumsy and also has too many responsibilities and pression with that role in his job already to also be that way in his private life. And you can tell he forces himself to be that way like his "I think I need to be more patriarchal" for them to listen to him and take him seriously some times, and also needing to be that way in contrast to Sh, even if I think they are wrong and should do both roles if they want balance not being just one thing and Hj not having to be the one that scolds and nags them specially at the beginning when he is so caring too and could be more if he didn't have that parent and leader role😔

And even if he still has both facets we saw how he actually is such a baby in a relaxed ambients specially with older ppl than him too, and even saying how pure and innocent was bf having to be a leader (although to me he still is just not only that).

Anyways tangent done, but I think both him and his partner could be switches and verses and being one role or another depending the partner or occasion💁

Hey, thank you for sending this in and I honestly don't really have a lot to add to this opinion because I think all these points are great and valid.

Yes, I will revise Hongjoong's natal chart once I finish Softtober and my final Mommy!May fic and then I'll focus more on astrology content for the new year.

He mentioned it in an interview or a behind-the-scenes clip A LONG TIME AGO like I think it was around 2018-2019 that he mentioned it?

And Camilla does have olive skin which is why I said 'fair complexion' that includes a vast array of skin tones and high-contrast features, like think Deep/True Winter colour palette and aesthetic.

I know he has hinted a few times at being apart of the LGBTQIA+ community but when did he say anything about being specifically pansexual? I'm curious now and would like to know more.

Aesthetic and sexual attraction are different, I agree and it's what I mean when I say there are some fancalls where you can see that the member thinks the Atiny is attractive in some way.

I giggled when I saw that Atiny with Hongjoong with their bright hair and fishnet gloves and dark eye makeup because when Hongjoong said their style was his type, I was like...'KNEW IT!!! I FKN KNEW IT!!'

In regards to what you mentioned about him potentially liking 'masculine' guys, I hadn't thought about but I can see it, it reminds me of when he said Mingi was 'his type' in one of the concerts lol! I don't know what context he meant when he said it, I just know he said it.

I've always been a firm believer of 'switch hongjoong' and I do believe that while he does prefer to be dominant, he's one of the few members (Wooyoung and San are the other ones) that are 60-40 even when it comes to power dynamics.

There is this comfort image in my mind of Hongjoong being the type to want to be babied and 'taken care off' after a hard day at work or when he's burnt out- I think if he's really tired but still in the mood, he wouldn't mind having his partner just take over and do whatever they want.

Hongjoong gives me the aura of someone who potentially might be demisexual in all honesty and has shifts in his drive and libido, I feel (because I have similar natal chart placements to him) like he would rather abstain until he meets 'the one' rather than have casual and meaningless sex.

Why? You may ask?

Hongjoong's Scorpio Venus in the 11th House indicates he's satisfied with the praise and appreciation he receives from Atiny's so whoever Hongjoong's future partner will be, they must be truly special because Hongjoong doesn't NEED to be in a romantic relationship, he chooses to be in them.

Anyway, this was a great conversation anon and I really enjoyed chatting with you :)

#ateez smut #ateez hard hours #anon ask #answered ask #kim hongjoong #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #kpop astrology #astrology talk with ruby

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theprophetsaid · 2 years ago

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I’m really starting to think Brian really did harbor a lil secret crush on Freddie 😏 There’s quite a few interviews where the camera catches him gazing at Freddie.. and then there’s that iconic “you can throw me in the audience” clip from NOTW documentary. Sweet Bri couldn’t hide it.

Oooh, you've gotten me started, anon When I read your ask, I immediately thought of this moment from the Live Aid interview:

I love everything about this (This interview is priceless in general). The not-so-subtle eyebrow raise, the charmed smile, the fifty little eyelash-flutters as he looks at Freddie (+ John eyeing Brian in the back like 'I see you'). In short, Brian was internally giggling, twirling his hair and kicking his feet when Freddie mentioned them being alone on stage. It's a moment of realization: "Oh, he really loves those parts of the show as much as I do."

And of course, the NOTW doc moment:

I love this little interaction. In the moments before it, you can see Brian looking over at Freddie like, "he's being so funny, let me see what I can do" and then he just walks over and says this. It definitely reads as flirty to me. I think Brian would deny the hell out of it and I don't think he recognized it as such in the moment, but... sir please??? you just wanted to make him flustered??? and for what??? so you could see him get all giggly?? come on.

Brian wanted a lovely reaction and he got it lmao

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afriendlyblackhottie · 4 years ago

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Summary: Chris couldn’t believe he was finally meeting you and you were even more more perfect than what he’d seen in your music videos.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Pop Star!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Daddy Kink, Face Riding, Oral (female receiving), Girl on Top, Missionary, brief doggy style

(A/N: this has been sitting in my WIPs for a minute so it’s kind of a relief to finally put it out. Anyway, like, comment, or reblog.)

Tagged: @titty-teetee, @harrysthiccthighss, @iam-laiya, @mariahthelioness29, @night-of-the-living-shred, @liquorlaughslove, @blackmissfrizzle, @whiskey-cokenfanfic, @olyvoyl, @zaddychris

There was no way Chris could have possibly focused on the interviewer’s questions when you were so close. Your tight shirt showed off your tits so well it was distracting. As you laughed, they jiggled and he couldn’t help the half smile that came on his face as he couldn’t help himself, but to take a glance.

What was fucked up was that this was for a charity. You were a pop star that was very involved in investing in programs to protect the arts. He coming from a family of theatre nerds was of course interested in the same thing. The two of you got paired up for an interview. Only meeting for the first time today as there’d been a fundraiser event. Though Chris had been obsessing over you since he’d found out your name.

The first thing that struck him about you was how goddamn gorgeous you were in person. All of the pictures of you online didn’t even do you justice. He’d went through all your albums surprising himself with how much he actually liked them. You sounded like an angel yet your lyrics could be downright filthy sometimes. When he’d watched your most recent music video, he found himself growing hard seeing you in that tiny outfit and shaking your ass.

He’d seen your music videos. Watched a few live performances. Maybe clicked on a few interviews because he needed to know how your voice sounded. None of it prepared him for reality.

Those eyes and your lips. Fuck he could kiss the fuck out of your lips. You looked like you’d just walked straight out of his fantasies.

Nothing prepared him for how your ass looked in those jeans. His hand twitched as he managed to fight off the urge to just grab it. Then there were those perfect tits. Perfectly swelled under your t-shirt. Being distracting.

His eyes raked up and down your body another time. This time you’d laughed at something he had said. He wasn’t prepared for how giggly you were. How bubbly you were.

It honestly felt like he’d known you for years with how comfortable he found himself. Like you two were old friends catching up instead of strangers. As he made a shitty attempt to respond to something the interviewer had said your head turned as you listened. “Well, the arts have always been important to me,” his voice low and raspy like he’d just woken up. “My family was insanely involved in theatre when I was growing up and I jumped around from piano to tap dancing. I even did ballet for a little.”

You raised an eyebrow, a smile spreading on your face when he’d said that. “Really?” You perked up. “I did ballet.”

Of course, he knew that already because he’d taken a look at your Wikipedia page. “Really? How long?”

“I did it for,” you drew out the last word as you thought, “ten years, I think.”

He nodded almost losing himself as he looked into your eyes. “Wow that’s a long time. You must have loved it.”

“I did.” You smiled. “It was such an important part of my life growing up. All the friends I made. The things I learned and discipline. It’s also why I’m so flexible.” You giggled looking over at him again with this look in your eyes.

Were you flirting with him?

He quirked an eyebrow also grinning. His eyes darting from your eyes to your lips then back. How were you so goddamn pretty?

The interview moved forward with you sending signals that you were definitely flirting with him. You giggled at everything he said. Had played with your hair making you crane your neck to the side. The way your tits were fucking jiggling anytime he said anything mildly amusing. How you’d positioned yourself so they were perked up towards him.

Once everything had wrapped up, the both of you had been whisked away by your respective teams. He got one last good view of you walking away before being told to move onto the next thing.

It took two hours before your paths would cross again. This time at the panel the two of you were part of. You were once again seated beside each other. You were once again giggling at everything he said, while fixing your hair craning your neck to the side, and perking your tits in his direction. His hand twitched again as he fought the urge to grab your hand when you touched his bicep playfully to add onto something he’d just said.

This time when this had come to an end he’d manage to avoid being whisked away by his team. Getting off of stage fast enough to where they didn’t even see him. You lingered behind sort of blending in with the crowd as you managed to slip away.

The two of you bumped into each other smiles immediately spreading over your faces. “Hey.” The two of you said at the same time.

You bit your lip as the corners of your mouth were turned up. He let out a sigh before swallowing. “And here I thought I’d found the perfect hiding spot,” he said.

“Actually, I’ve been eyeing this spot since we got here so I think I found it.” You joked back.

“Mmm, I don’t know. Maybe we should wrestle over it.”

You shook your head with a pout. “Sorry I can’t do that. I’m a lover not a fighter. “

He chuckled. Fuck you were cute. “Could I be a lover and a fighter?”

“Ohhh I don’t know. I feel like that’s cheating.”

He shrugged. “Sometimes you have to play dirty to win.”

That fucking giggle. Those goddamn jiggling tits. That goddamn hair. That fucking neck. And you perking your tits out. Except this time, you gave him a pretty generous glimpse down your shirt.

“You busy after this?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Does catching up on Netflix count?”

He laughed. “Yes, but well I was thinking of going out for dinner after this thing,” he said, trying to suppress whatever urge he was constantly getting to touch you. “And, I didn’t want to look like a dick and eat alone.”

At this point we got the point of how you were trying to convey your flirty ness with him. “And?”

“And,” he started, “I was wondering if you’d wanna join me.”

You nodded. “Where we going?”

He shrugged. “Wherever you want, Honey.”

“Don’t tell me that. I can be expensive,” you seemed to purr. Everything about you was making him feel like he was fifteen again and waking up from a wet dream.

He nodded eyes drifting down to your lips. “You’d be worth every penny. Gimme your number so I can find you after?”

You nodded. “It’s a date.”

“Yeah,” his mouth twitched as you walked away from him. He eyed you up and down as your backside was to him. Damn your ass looked good in those jeans.

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It’d been a pretty long day, but finally it was over. Like promised through text, you and Chris managed to get away from your teams in order to be whisked away in a town car to a bar he said was great.

The two of you talked on your way over. This time you were a little more subdued. Your voice was lower, sensual. It made him feel like someone had hugged his heart and dick at the same time.

He was sitting so close as he’d managed to get the most private booth in the place so the two of you could talk. He was so damn close to you and you hadn’t moved the whole time his arm was around you. In fact, you seemed even closer than before.

He wanted to kiss you so damn bad. “You gotta man?” He asked, before taking a sip of his beer.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ in the word.“You gotta girlfriend?”

“Nah,” he sighed. “Been single for a minute.”

You nodded. “Oh damn. You poor thing.” You rested your hand on his thigh.

“Yeah? How long you been single?” He asked grabbing your hand and playing with your fingers. That twitch in his hand had finally won. Your skin was just as soft as it looked like it’d be.

You shrugged. “For like a year,” you answered. Liking the feel of his rougher hand against yours. “I get so busy I don’t even think about it.”

“Yeah, same.” He somehow managed to scoot you closer to him. “Then sometimes you meet a cute stranger and then maybe you end up taking them home to smoke.”

You chuckled. “How do you know I smoke?”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t everyone in this town smoke?”

You nodded shrugging your shoulders. “True.” You smiled. “Fine.”

After calling another town car and him paying the tab you were on his way to his place. Chris was still finding ways to touch you. Not that you were complaining that you were sitting so close.

Now the joint was resting between his lip as the television played in the background. Chris let out a big puff of smoke.

You were still sitting way to close. As he grabbed your hand again. Running his thumb across your knuckles. You were telling him a story about this photo shoot you had a few weeks ago that just so happened to be with you in lingerie. Then in turn he told you about a photo shoot he had to do for a free weeks ago where he just so happened to be shirtless the whole time.

Then you started talking about your favorite movies. To him telling you stories about all the shit that went down behind the scenes. Which led to you telling him stories about being on tour. Then you talked about music and he felt someone tug at his heart strings with the way your face lit up when talking about your favorite musicians.

He had to kiss you.

With the joint in between his fingers he leaned down to finally brush his lips against yours. “God, you’re fucking beautiful,” his voice once again at that low tone, raspy like he’d just woken up.

“You think so?” You looked up at him so innocently, peering up at him through those lashes.

He took another hit of the joint before leaned back down to your mouth. He blew the smoke into your mouth before kissing you again.

You started to make out deep. Stroking his cheek with your thumb. His tongue slid against yours as he pulled you onto his lap. You moaned into his mouth suddenly feeling all airy. If Chris wasn’t holding onto you, you may have drifted away.

He leaned to the side so he could put out the joint. When both of his hands were free, he put them under your ass so he could get handfuls of each cheek in each hand. Then making it jiggle.

You broke away from him so you could finally pull that top over your head. “Fuck,” he hissed seeing the tops of your breasts. You quickly reconnected your lips. One of his hands grabbed at you through your lacy white bra.

You let out a whimper that was like music to his ears. His mouth trailed down to your neck hoping to kiss you in a spot where you’d be forced to make that noise again. You shivered as his lips left hot opened mouth kisses on your skin.

Then it was time for Chris to pull his own shirt over his head, exposing his muscular physique. You put your hands on his shoulders as you kissed him more. He reached behind you to undo your bra. Your nipples all sensitive as they were exposed to the night air. Your body felt all fuzzy as you giggled when he smacked your ass.

His hands reached up to play with them. Fuck it was better than any thought he’d had about them since you’d met. Rubbing your nipples with his thumbs and making you moan.

You got off of him so you could undo your jeans. Except before you could even pull them off, he made you lay on the couch as he slid them off of you. He kissed along your stomach at first. Then he proceeded to take off your jeans and panties at the same time.

When you were finally completely exposed to him, he kissed you again. Then his mouth started practically worshipping your breasts. He licked your nipples with the tip of his tongue. He came to suck it wanting to hear that goddamn whimper again and then reeling at the other little noises you were making. “Fuck,” you moaned. He gave your other boob similar treatment before kissing a trail down to your lower half.

He could have died and gone to heaven after seeing that pretty pussy. He flicked his tongue over your clit loving the taste of your arousal. He’d pushed your thighs up so he could properly feast on you. Fuck you were so wet for him.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs so he could get as deep as possible. You were moaning so much for him. The noises you were making were fucking pornographic.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

He stopped to kiss up your body so he could kiss your lips again. You could taste yourself on his lips. His fingers stayed on your pussy as he kissed you again. You gasped against him, throwing your head back.

His moved to your tits again. His tongue was craving to suck on them again as he finger fucked you. As you exploded around his fingers he decided to rub your clit to draw it out.

“Daddy!” You screamed.

“What’d you just call me, Baby?” He asked still rubbing your clit as you clung to him.

“I- I,” you stuttered, but it was hard to talk when he was doing that to you. “Ugh, Daddy!”

“That’s a good girl,” he kissed you again.

He finally carried you off to his bedroom with your legs wrapped around his waist. He’d taken you apart so easily. Like he’d done this to you so many times before. Instead he’d just been thinking about it so much he didn’t want to fuck it up.

He sat down with you still wrapped around him. His jeans were still on, but you could feel him through his jeans and fuck. He felt so huge against you as he moved you right over it.

His fingers reached between you two so he could rub your clit again. Chris wasn’t your usual type, but you couldn’t deny that he was fine as fuck. Or that he was dangerously charming.

When he’d finally taken off his jeans and underwear, he sat you back in his lap so you were straddling him. He was holding you tight against him so even when you tried to sink down onto him because fuck you wanted to so bad, he wouldn’t let you. Like he needed you to know who was in control.

“Ride my face,” he said, slapping your ass.

You giggled. “Really?”

“Yeah you taste fucking delicious.”

You looked down at him as you could see his eyes peeking out. From underneath you. He really was eating you up like you’d be his last meal.

He felt like he was in heaven with his head between your legs. Like you were sweeter than any candy he could ever eat. Better than jelly beans. “Oh my god,” you breathed out a moan.

You moved your hips trying to ride his tongue, but it was almost too much. His beard was burning your thighs only adding to how good it felt. You grabbed at his hair while he smacked your ass again, palming it in his large hand.

He felt like he could taste your orgasm. The way you leaked out into his mouth. He didn’t even care that you were making such a big mess on his face. “Daddy, yes!” You gasped. You put your hands on the headboard to brace yourself because as your stomach started to tighten you could tell this one was going to be much more powerful. “I’mgonnacum,” you rattled off.

He chuckled into you pushing his fingers into you again making it so you had to ride his hand, too. How the fuck was this man able to get you like this and you hadn’t even taken his dick yet. Fuck you needed to take it.

He didn’t even let up when it happened. It was like he wanted more of you. He was drinking you up. Wanting to have you at his mercy. Like this was the last chance he’d get to feel your pussy on his tongue and he needed to take advantage.

It took two more orgasms for him to finally let you up. You fell down onto the bed completely spent. He didn’t even care as he kissed you hungrily. Quickly pushed you onto your back, wrapping his arms around your thighs and didn’t even give you time to realize what was happening before he slammed into you.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel you around his dick. And fuck did it feel perfect. You were so tight. So wet. So damn sexy with the way your mouth formed into an O because how was he moving his hips like that.

It should have been illegal for him to fuck you like this. For him to leave your pussy craving more from him. How the hell were you supposed to come back from this.

He fucked into your spot like he already knew where it was. Like the two of you had done this so many times before. All you could do was take it. All you wanted to do was take it and take it and never stop taking it.

You were everything he’d thought you’d be since he’d saw that first fucking music video. Your sparkly acrylic nails scratched his back. “Fuck me, Chris.”

He slapped your ass. “You call me Daddy,” he growled into your ear.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you buried your face into his neck. He should have not been able to fuck you this well. You bit your lip, as he put his forehead against yours.

The burn from the way he split you open was so good. This couldn’t have been the last time the two of you did this. Not when he was this deep inside of you.

The first time you came around him he pulled out of you so he could lay beside you. Then because he didn’t give a fuck about how it was too much or whatever you kept saying he made you sink down on his dick.

Your pussy creamed down his length. You kept telling yourself that you couldn’t take it even though you were riding his dick like such a good girl. The bed was shaking so hard you were scared you might break something.

This was about to be a long night.

—

Chris couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this fucked out. It was like when he thought he had enough you’d pounce on him and when you thought you’d had enough he’d do the same to you. Until finally the two of you passed out with his arms wrapped around you and you buried into his chest.

He kissed your forehead, nuzzling your face with his nose. He felt content for the first time in a long time with you there. Like you were meant to be there in his arms. You’d barely gone to bed at four in the morning so it was no wonder you were still asleep at ten a.m.

When he realized the time, he groaned because he was so late. He reached for his phone seeing the tons of missed called. “Baby?” He shook you gently.

“Mmm,” you hummed as you finally peeked up at him. “Fuck, what time is it?”

“Ten thirty,” he answered.

“Fuck,” you groaned, but didn’t even attempt to move. “My managers gonna kill me.”

He grinned because you looked so cute half asleep. “Same.” He pecked your lips. “Good morning, though.”

“Good morning,” you replied saying fuck it in your head as you stayed where you were. You were too comfortable to move.

“We should do this again sometime,” he said, tracing patterns into your skin.

“I’d like that,” you replied.

“You busy tomorrow?”

“I have some stuff to do in the morning, but I’m free after nine.”

“Perfect. How about a late dinner?”

You smiled. “Like a date?”

He chuckled. “Of course.” His phone went off right when he was about to kiss you and he groaned because as much as he’d prefer spending time with you, he did have obligations to get to. “Hello?”

“Chris!” His managers voice boomed. “Where the hell have you been! Have you seen Twitter today?”

“No, I just woke up,” he said with a frown on his face. You looked up at him noticing the change in his tone.

“Well, you’re trending. They posted the interview online and fans are going insane.”

“What?” He said. “Hold on let me look.”

It wasn’t just him trending on Twitter. So were you. Together. He shook you so you could look before clicking on the thread.

Damn Chris was looking at her like she was a whole meal.

And at that moment Chris Jamal Evans was ready to risk it all

He over here just eye fucking her

There were a lot. Plus, all the memes people had posted. He hadn’t realized he made it that obvious. You started giggling not being able to stop yourself as he scrolled. “Wait is that her? Is she there?” The faint voice of his manager came through the phone.

“I gotta call you back,” he said before hanging up. “I am so sorry.”

You were still laughing as you grabbed your own phone so you could read through more. “It’s okay. Just glad I didn’t make it obvious that I was doing the same.”

“I knew it!” He laughed before tickling your side.

You tried to push his hand away and all that lead to was a wrestling match where he pinned you down. “Daddy!” You squealed which again music to his ears.

You struggled against him until you finally broke your hand away so you could reach forward to grab at his dick that seemed to awaken immediately under your touch. “That’s cheating!” He protested with a laugh.

“All’s fair in love and war.”

“You better not start something you can’t finish.”

You smirked. “Oh, I can finish it.”

“You know, I can afford to take the day off,” he noted realizing he was not letting you out of this bed anytime soon.

“Me, too.”

He leaned forward capturing your lips with his. Not even caring about morning breath. Just needing to feel you. As he turned you over so he could fuck you from behind he realized that it was true. He was ready to risk it all for you.

And it was pretty funny to watch you laugh at all the memes afterwards.

#chris evans smut #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x reader #daddy!chris evans

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sizzlingpatrolfox · 3 years ago

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Hey, what made you believe in jikook?

It obviously wasn't because of one moment, but if I had to choose one single moment, it would probably be this one, which it also correlates with what I'll say next.

https://twitter.com/Jimbaby7/status/1473287751151718400

When thinking about what made me believe jikook were together, I would say there were two big things:

1) Jimin's attitude towards Jungkook (this is self explanatory)

2) The way their relationship progressed and changed overtime

I didn't get into the fandom knowing about them, I got into BTS because of their songs and music videos and I didn't know anything about the members and even less about BTS ships, tho of course it didn't take me too long to find out about all of that.

First of all I thought that they weren't straight, first with Jimin then Jungkook. There was some energy to them and it sounds dumb and I can't explain it beyond that, there was an energy around them. It's the gaydar 🥸

I started noticing the way they interacted with each other, and honestly from Jungkook's end I didn't feel like he felt any particular way about Jimin back then, not in a romantic way or like he was attracted to him. I felt it from Jimin, tho. I don't think Jimin ever tried to hide that he was somewhat attracted or at least drawn to Jungkook as a guy. There were a few times I felt like this on Jungkook too but way less times than I noticed it from Jimin's end. One of the times would be when he kept saying "I want you" to Jimin while he was in the middle of a photoshoot. And just in case you're wondering... GCFT never really said to me "omg Jungkook is in love with Jimin" at the time BUT it was a huge heads up on Jungkook's sexuality. It was clear to me after watching GCFT (the moment it was released, I literally saw the notification on my phone, pressed on it and when I saw it was a video I went to my computer because I wanted to see it as HD as I could), that Jungkook was able to feel that way about another man. Not necessarily that he was feeling that way, but that he could feel like that. If by any chance you happen to be an artist on any field, I trust that you'll understand the difference. Basically, what I mean is... a friend could totally do GCFT for another friend while being just friends, but a straight man COULD N O T do GCFT for another man.

Then, just like Jimin said in that clip, there was DEFINITELY a moment where you could tell Jungkook "recently liked him more". And it was exactly around the time they filmed that segment. For most people their relationship shifted in 2017, but for me the really noticeable shift happened in 2018. They were closer after Tokyo but they weren't flirty and giggly with each other as they started being I'd say around January 2018. They gradually got so much flirtier and giggly-er from then on. They had shows in Japan around April when that interview was filmed, the Happy Ever After 4th muster Japan Edition and the backstage DVDs are just clips and clips and clips of Jimin clinging to Jungkook like never before. It was when the continuous piggybacks started. Maybe you already saw it and you don't need me retelling this but BTS would leave the stage and go backstage and you'd have Jimin backhugging JK and walking glued to his back.

Honestly, jikook in MMA 2018 somehow felt like the culmination of everything that happened in 2018 with them.

I wasn't planning on writing all of that about 2018 but only saying "how their relationship progressed" felt too short and like it didn't really explain anything lmao.

After 2018 came 2019 and 2019 was even "bigger" than the year before, and then 2020 was maybe a bit bigger than 2019.

I mean, this kind of progression...

2017, 2018 didn't even cross my mind to think "oh yeah they're kissing everyday", I only saw one Park Jimin trying to see how far he could go, literally testing the waters; whereas in the moments that happened in 2019 and 2020, I definitely saw two people who had kissed before.

It's only one example of many in the way their interactions progressed overtime and the most "clear" one for me. I mean, there are more but are way more subtle and could even be subjective, like it could just be something friends do and wouldn't really do a strong case for a romantic relationship.

So, yeah... for me it's the way I saw them getting closer and flirtier and even more dependant on each other, more appreciative of the other, softer and more caring towards the other, the Jiminssi, the "it's why lately you like me more?". It's the way I progressively changed my mind about what I thought of their relationship as time went by, because the changes were there.

I think it's also why it would actually be hard on me to let go of them/what I think of them if they were to say they're dating other people or something like that, because it's been going on for years and years. It's not like I would suddenly have to change my mind about a moment or two, a word or two, I would literally have to learn to see differently 5 years worth of their interactions.

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perry-mason-della-street · 3 years ago

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Mr. Mason Hires Miss Street

A Perry Mason Fanfiction

Warnings: none

Dedicated to @muir2244-blog and @goldenteadust, and @organanation

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"How many more, Mrs. Hudson?" Perry rubbed his weary blue eyes and asked his secretary.

"Eleven."

"How many have we seen so far?"

"Thirty."

Perry sighed, "Show in the next one."

Mrs. Hudson had been Perry's faithful secretary for several years, but she was now retiring. Her last duty was to help him find her replacement.

All thirty of the secretaries they had seen were definite no's: too giggly, too grouchy, too annoying, and too flirty. Perry wanted a secretary, not a flirt.

Numbers thirty three and thirty five were possibilities, but he just wasn't sure. He couldn't see himself working with any of them without wanting to strangle them. And how would that look in the papers: "criminal lawyer strangles secretary because she giggled too much and was driving him nuts"?

"What do you think?", asked Mrs. Hudson after they had finished the interviews.

"I don't know," he grasped the matronly woman's hands, "You'll be hard to replace."

"Oh, go on!" Mrs. Hudson chuckled.

"Excuse me?" there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Perry called.

A young woman came in. She carried herself confidently. She smiled, her face lighting up. Perry recognized her instantly.

"I'm sorry for being late, but I just got off of work a minute ago. I'd like to apply for the position of secretary."

"May I see you references?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

She shuffled through the papers she was handed.

"Miss, Mrs.-?"

"Miss Street, Della Street."

A simple, sweet name. It fit her well.

"Have you done this kind of work before?" Perry asked.

"Yes, sir, I work as a secretary to another lawyer, but he is retiring."

"I've seen you before, haven't I?" he knew her from someplace.

"Yes, sir, it was at a dinner party. I was surprised to see you were looking for a secretary, but I decided to apply." her eyes twinkled at him.

"Would you please step in here, Miss Street, while Mr. Mason and I talk this over?" Mrs. Hudson held the door open to the law library.

Miss Street went into the room, and Mrs. Hudson firmly shut the door. Perry looked over the young girl's papers.

"She can type quickly, and knows shorthand...," he read aloud, mostly to himself.

"What do you think?" asked Mrs. Hudson, watching him closely.

"She's very nice," Perry rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

"Do you want to hire her?"

"I think," he said slowly, " She's the best one we've seen yet. I'll give her a trial period. If she - if we work well enough together, I'll consider hiring her on."

"Shall I call her in?"

"Go ahead," he nodded.

"Won't you come in, Miss Street?"

"Miss Street, I think you'll do. You're hired!" he held out his hand.

She shook his hand.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Mason! You won't regret this, I promise!"

He didn't think he would.

More to this story coming soon!

#perry mason #perrymason #della street #perrylovesdella #dellalovesperry #perry+della #perry loves della #della loves perry #perry and della #my writing #fanfiction #a story #a lawyer and his secretary #anne's ramblings #anne's story #anne b. mae

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 4 years ago

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Rammstein party 1997 - uncut (part 1) - Viva interview

Unedited footage, which at times is almost like a homevideo (cameraman having a lot of attention for booze and pretty girls), but also contains casual footage of Rammstein mingling (one more awkward than the other) with guests at a party on their behalf after the successes of 'Engel' and 'Du Hast'. The band arrives at abt 11:00 (white limo) and at abt 21:00 it contains an interview with a very goodlooking, relaxed, flirty and giggly Schneider (occassionally almost zoning out 😊 )

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In case someone is interested, i did a bit of translation of the Schneider bit..(he's so adorkable i couldn't resist putting the giggles and smiles in 😊)

Interviewer (I): (to the cameraperson) Are you running? Okay .. Somehow seems like a relief today, I mean, for you it has been clear for a long time that the success is there, but today is such a great conclusion, right?

Schneider (S): Like a relief you say..

I: Yes..

S: Yes, of course, we have known for a long time that we have practically sold so much that it's gold and .. eh .. and now there finally is the party, we've all been on vacation and .. (laughs) .. one is happy, but it's a bit hectic because .. because you have to say good day to other people and you don't even know who to talk to and eh .. how to say something exactly .. (giggles) .. and eh .. with whom one can talk more closely, it's just a little crazy.

I: Is it somehow still a special day, do you feel that way or is the feeling this..say .. feeling of success with 'Engel'..with the position of 'Engel' in the chart, has that already happened earlier?

S: Yes, we were already happy beforehand, today it's more, actually more of a relaxed party where you .. just don't think about anything .. drink a little and .. well you don't have to do anything, you know ... except give an interview (giggles in the camera)

I: Okay, it will be over soon..Now 'Du Hast' has also entered the charts, straight in at no. 5, now it's starting..are you starting to get a bit spoiled, almost, somehow..?

S: Well, I'd sooner say confused.. I mean, with 'Engel' we hadn't expected that it would be such a high entry into this kind of charts.. because it was new for us as well..and now also with the 'Du Hast' title which... we .. well, is a bit is different from the 'Engel', and to have it enter this high as well.. but of course we are totally happy (stares)

I: Definitely yes, I heard the video shoot was also quite funny somehow?

S: Yes totally funny.. we did that at an airport.. and we.. tried to act out a little maffia story.. fitting to the text we thought.... what do you mean funny...(grins)

I: I heard there was a neat story somehow, that Bravo TV was on location, they were filming as well..

S: Yes, they were there

I: .. okay something different .. it is far from over for you, you finally had vacation, because you also had a lot .. you shot the video, you did a tour, but I think in autumn again another tour is starting?

S: yes, in principle .. we now have to prepare for the tour again and eh .. yes that starts in september so ... after the release ...

I: .. for the new album also with the set of new songs..

S: Yes, and then later we go on a bigger tour and on that ofcourse we'll be offering something new, and eh.. we have to prepare accordingly (smile)

I: Now Paul had said to us the latest interview on your last tour in Düsseldorf, he told us .. actually you wouldn't need this whole, as he says, pyro shit, because you are a band that has enough, let's say, bang effects on stage, apart from the pyro, just your music.. There's a pyro show here too.. by now it's also really fun though, isn't it?

S: It's totally fun. It's fun and one eh.. keeps developing, one idea turns into another and at some point you can't get let go, you always want to outdo yourself, and at some point this thing will probably come to an end, you can't .. (giggle) .. set fire to everything .. (laughs) ..but..maybe at some point we'll think of something else, we don't want to be just a showband after all, but..it's basically just.. to a normal concert..

I: From the start you were really a live band because you hardly ever had airplay at the beginning, no radio station dared to play Rammstein, neither did television stations ..

S: Yes..wel.. ofcourse they were cautious and probably still are cautious and..eh..ofcourse we're happy that Viva plays videos and.. but our music doesn't belong on Radio really..

I: ..by being a live band, you are of course much more connected than bands that mainly do TV and radio .. does it work like that between you ..

S: Yes totally well, it's a kind of constellation that works and that's why it's probably also a thing that has become relatively successful because .. that thing about the people that's right .. and eh .. of course there are bands that go in the studio and make a song and then ... do it for radio and television and such, and maybe they go touring much much later and with us we are a live band and .. with us these other things come ... later. . (grin)

I: Bizarre Festival now in Cologne..will you play the new album or still partly the old..

S: We already play.. on our last tour we already played a lot of new stuff and.. to try them out..and ofcourse at the Bizarre Festival we'll play new things as well.

I: Nice..then party on and thank you for being with us..

S: Thank you..

I: Ciao

S: Bye..

I: Bye and til later

S (waves and giggles)

I: okay, thank you

#young rammstein #very very pretty schneider 😊#possibly somewhat intoxicated 😁#paul landers #rammstein #christoph schneider #till lindemann #oliver riedel #flake lorenz #richard kruspe #rammstein interview

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rainbowsky · 4 years ago

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I've been watching some XN*INE videos and it really struck me how different XZ acts with them then how he acts with YB, like this isnt even meant to be taken as shippy, but he really isnt that giggly with them, not even in events where the vibe is supposed to be light hearted. Idk if its XZ's normal personality, if he doesnt get along with his group or if he really changes around YB. Maybe its a mixture. In the fandom theres a lot of talk about YB having double standards, but XZ has them too.

This is fake. I enjoy writing fan fiction. CPN.

It’s definitely true that GG has a lot of double standards in how he treats people vs how he treats DD. For some reason it doesn’t get talked about as much, but it’s there.

I agree with you that he acts very differently with his X9 buddies than he does with DD. With his bandmates it’s more bro-ish, much more like a big brother joking around with younger brothers. With DD it’s silly, flirty and completely unhinged.

Even when he’s joking around with bandmates you can still sense how he’s holding himself back a bit and keeping his guard up. This isn’t true with DD.

In fact, I haven’t been able to find a single video in the hours and hours of GG videos I’ve seen, where he treats anyone in his life like he treats DD. Somehow that relationship really pulls him out of the composed, slightly guarded and restrained persona he presents to the world.

My take on it is that he is at ease with DD in ways he’s never at ease with others, and it makes it possible for him to let his guard down and be freer and more relaxed.

You can get a bit of insight during this interview (the relevant bit starts at 37:50), where he talks about his first impressions of DD vs once he got to know him better. He refers to DD as a “lunatic” who “doesn’t follow conventions,” and that it’s “a lot of fun.”

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I think that is a clue to some of what he sees in DD, some of what he gets out of their relationship.

It seems clear to me that they have had a huge impact on each other, and helped each other come out of their shells a lot. This is the sort of thing that happens when you have one person in the world who you trust and feel completely accepted by and safe with.

That connection is also revealed by the fact that they live in their own little world whenever they are together. If you’ve ever seen them together on variety shows, award shows, press conferences, fan meets - any time they are together no matter how many other people are around, it’s as though for them they are the only two people in the room.

To me this is a sign of two people who feel utterly safe and accepted and connected with each other. This is why their behavior with each other is often so wildly different from how they treat everyone else in their lives. That connection is what allows them to let down their guard with each other and by extension, to some degree, with the rest of the world.

#bjyx #bjyxszd #yizhan #ask #ggdd forever #gg signs

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yoichichi · 4 years ago

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Power Couple Playlist

for my love @ikigaitooru , please enjoy Shawty :)

warning: slight timeskip!oikawa spoilers

Relationship Head cannons

I am not joking when I tell you you guys would be the definition of a power couple, like the kind where when people see you together they definitely get a little nervous assjjjdjsakaka

The team adoressss you too, like you are constantly clowning Oikawa and he’ll just be there like 🧍‍♂️ while the rest of the team loses their minds

Don’t let him fool you though! Oikawa clowns you just as much as you clown him definition of a petty queen

But also let literally anybody else say something to either of you, y’all just go innn on them (unless it’s Iwaizumi of course)

But as much as you two bully each other, you guys are infatuated with each other like you guys got each other on the brain constantly

IMO you guys definitely started off as flirty bullies, to flirty jackass friends to lovers 😶 (I’ll go more into detail with the playlist ;))

Your relationship definitely gives off summer fling type vibes but it just ,,, never ends lmaoo

You guys are LITERALLY the king and queen of the zodiacs and I feel like Oikawa would bring it up constantly “who cares babe we rule the world, let’s do what we want 😩” headass you cannot tell me he wouldn’t say this shit slightly unironically

Stares at you any chance he can get, he loves it when you’re hanging out with someone and you’re doing most of the talking so he can just watch you (will get embarrassed and sheepish if you notice though)

His favorite is when you’re smiling or laughing really hard and then look at him to talk or wait for his response shit gives him butterflies every time

Totally the type to wipe your face with a napkin if you guys are out and you got something on it and then just smile at you like 😊 got it

OKok i dont know much about smoking but he’d DEFINITELY be the giggly type probably horny too but you didn’t hear that from me

Boasts about you literally all the time whenever he gets the chance pls, whenever he gets interviewed at his games in Argentina he relentlessly finds ways to bring you up

Definitely let’s you do his makeup, no questions asked

Sometimes you’re aggressive and chaotic and it scares but also excites him in the best way

OKOK Playlist time!!

(the title is a joke pls don’t come for me asjfkdllsjs)

I kind of made this playlist as a soundtrack to your guys’ relationship and did my best to have it align with your music taste even though I feel like I did horrible job of that

I really hope you enjoy it and if you need me to change anything please tell me!!

1. Song for Me - Greer: Ok here we go, friends to lovers gang!! Y’all definitely trying to deny it, but you’re catching stupid feeligs stupid fast. He can really talk to you about these big dreams and you just listen and talk with him so intently that it makes him feel something he can’t explain at first it’s called romantic feelings dumby. And hearing him talk about his dreams with you and just really want to talk with you really makes you so happy; and you can’t help but imagine getting to be by his side with him while he does this and- hold on, did you really just think that? Yeah cue 2:37 of the song

2. This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory: Yeah, so you guys mutally realize that you like each other and do NOT know what to do. You guys kind of start to dance around it and aren’t sure what signs are real or made up lmaooo. You’re both so playfully flirty it’s like 😏 ahahahah.. 👀👀 bimboz anywayyy cue the side glances from Oikawa and his relentless staring as he slowly falls more and more for you

3. Heavenly - Cigarettes After Sex: UGH DID SOMEONE SAY MUTUAL PINING, pls I feel like this would go on for a fair bit with Oikawa, he’s so dramatic. This song is just the definition of you two just wanting each other. And the fact he’s so nervous to screw it up with you just makes him more nervous cause he’s like oh shit, I really like her. Iwaizumi talks it through with him though knocks some sense into him “If she’s so great why wait until someone else recognizes that and want’s her all to themselves? As a matter of fact I’m sure-” “IWA PLEASE I GET IT” literally runs to your house out of breath after practice to confess to you assjfjdkkd

4. Violet - Hippo Campus: Ok so you guys are definitely together now, and this song just reminds Oikawa of you so hard. It played on his way home from your first date and now he just completely associates with you. Sometimes if he’s feeling extra nervous before a game he’ll listen to it and immediately feel better, it’s like your theme song for you in his mind right now, not that he would tell you that. Whenever he see’s you in the stands at his games this song is like a backtrack in his mind and it just gets him so extra pumped them serves are definitely extra terrifying

5. Michelle - Sir Chloe: Ok we’re gonna get a teensy bit angsty in here 😶 this song is definitely about Oikawa. He’s just so perfect and you hate it, you can’t help but start to love him and it’s so frustrating? He’s just gonna ruin you and you know it. You wanna try to fight falling in love with him so bad but you know there’s just no way that’s gonna happen. It’s like, who are you to be falling for him? It’s intimidating to fall in love with someone you can’t help but see as literally so perfect, knowing practically everyone wants him. He would obliterate you if he heard you think this way but who has to know

6. Sweet - Cigarettes After Sex: This is it, this is the song Oikawa realizes he’s in love with you to. Not just loves you but like in love with you. It starts playing in his headphones while he’s on a run and it makes his heart stop. He just can’t stop thinking of you alongside every lyric (1:45-1:53? Oh yeah) and it makes him so soft; while also scaring the absolute shit out of him. He’s just so in love with you.

7. I Love You - The Post Nobles: OK IM SORRY A LITTLE WITTLE BIT OF ANGST! I do see falling in love scary period, and I do feel like it would kind of scare Oikawa for a second, like he’d really have to sit with his thoughts for a second and be like?? I love this girl? Oh god what if I mess it up? What if I lose her? What would I do? What if she doesn’t love me back? It would just be so much easier if I didn’t love her. So this song is more to himself like, fr my guy?? You love this chick? Wanna take it back? Nope. He can’t believe it but he’s in love with you and has no choice about it, it’s scary but he would let you ruin his life and he ultimately wouldn’t want it any other way.

8. Pretty Boy - The Neighbourhood: I mean c’mon, this SCREAMS falling for Oikawa vibes. But it’s kind of like your song to each other like fuck it, we’re in love and we can’t do a damn thing about it. ~acceptance

9. Hot Faced - Margaux: I don’t know how to explain it but this is definitely you and Oikawa?? (”King” C’mon now 🙄) I have a feeling people are easily intimidated by you (you look like someone I’d be scared to talk to you) and Oikawa is so charming and inviting, like everyone loves him. So I’m sure there’s people who are like 🧍‍♀️ she’s intense, how’d he just get her like that? And she got him? Power Couple

10. Driving - Donna Missal: Honestly, this is totally just a ~vibe time song for the two of you :)

11. Burning Pile - Mother Mother: Ok TELL me you two wouldn’t blast this song, singing your lungs out together when someone’s had a bad day or is particularly stressed out? Definitely becomes somewhat of a ritual between you two 🖤 you guys are so cute I love you

12. Sunrise - Kevitch: This song is just the definition of your guy’s infatuation and love for each other. People are definitely jealous of you two cause it’s just so obvious on your faces you love each other.

13. The Girl - City and Colour: Don’t hate me - slight Oikawa angst 🧍‍♀️ It’s Oikawa, he’s angsty. I strongly HC he’ll just never feel quite good enough for his s/o. He just feels like he’s dragging you around so he can chase his dreams and he hates how selfish he feels for doing that to you, but he just couldn’t imagine loving anyone but you. He has these big dreams of becoming a professional volleyball player, and even when he makes it to Argentina with you he feels like he constantly needs to do better for you and just loves you so much it hurts, and he just hopes that that’s enough for you :(

14. Cover Me in Roses - Holden Laurence: Intimate much?? Oikawa would most definitely make you slow dance to this song with him. It plays in his head if he wakes up before you, or if you fall asleep before him, all while he just can’t help but look at you and feel so so soft while he caresses your face and just thinks: this is it, this is all I need to make it through anything.

15. I Wanna go to the Beach - Algernon Cadwallader: Did someone say laughing and dancing in the hot night air or Argentina in nothing but your underwear inside your house with all the windows open? Cause that’s what I heard.

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OKOK THAT’S IT BABES, I really hope you liked it, pls tell me if you’d like any changes.

And if anyone else see’s this I’d be more than happy to do this for you, too! Just send an ask with your music taste, tell me about yourself (a fair amount pls lmaooo) and whether or not you want someone or want me to pair you up! (haikyuu only please!)

#haikyuu x reader #playlist #oikawa hcs #oikawa angst #oikawa torū #oikawa playlist #haikyu x reader #haikyu requests #kageyama x reader #hinata shoyo x reader

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masterthespianduchovny · 4 years ago

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wait weren't there like an article or was it mark mann himself that said that Gillian knows how to handle David and David knows how to handle Gillian? ALSO about the Kimmel interview, they weren't given an pre-interview thing lol, that's why Kimmel's questions were kinda making them squirmy in a way.

Yes. Mark definitely said Gillian knows how to handle David, I don’t know if he said David knows how to handle her. I think David was uneasy for whatever reason and Gillian made him feel relaxed, which made him receptive to Mark’s direction. Regardless, the photos we got were like quasi candid.

How do you have so much chemistry that your candid moments are photogenic and iconic.

Even if David and Gillian had prepped for Jimmy’s interview, his questions about them were largely unscripted. He had to ask what was going on with them because they were flirty, touchy, and giggly for most of the interview.

It’s why he noted that he noticed this same behavior backstage as he noticed on stage, which didn’t match the 90s rumors. They forced his hand to address the elephant in the room. He was thinking what the audience was thinking. 🤣

#anon mail

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 4 years ago

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Wicked Game

Another round of the 5sos fic writing collab brought to you by @maluminspace and @h0tsos. There are so many amazing writers involved and I highly recommend checking out the event master list linked below. Thank you to the Sagittarius sorceress @sexgodashton for being very caring, patient, and kind while helping me tame this monster. Massive shout out to @ghostofmashton for the photo edits, especially Ashton’s eye. that’s my favorite. You’re a rock star. Texas girls forever, love you to bits!

Event Master List

Prompt: Chef AU with Cashton

Dialogue Prompt: “Kissing you is all I’ve thought about since the moment we met” First person to spot it in the fic and send me a screenshot gets a personalized blurb request.

Word Count: 20K+ Team Long Winded Bitch strikes again, this will be posted in multiple parts over the next couple of days. This first part is about 5K

Rating: 18+ Slash fic Strong language, alcohol and drug use, and a misogynistic and racist comment. Sexual scenes including masturbation, toys, voyeurism, oral, and anal sex.

Summary: Ashton is ready to move on with his life after his painful divorce from Luke and the demise of the restaurant they’d built together. With the help of his protegee and sous chef Hima Singh, Ashton is ready to take on opening weekend of his new restaurant Anne-Marie’s. Calum is a reporter filling in on an assignment and is surprised when his past comes back to haunt him. Hima arranges an interview that takes an unexpected turn between the two men.

Part 1

"Great job, guys, we couldn't have had a better opening weekend. Thank you so much for making it happen," Ashton told the two staff members in the kitchen who'd closed as he unlocked the back door.

"No problem boss, glad to be here. We made money this weekend. See ya tomorrow," DeSean told him as he left.

Ashton locked the door behind them and walked out into the empty dining room, his steel-toed boots echoing heavily on the distressed blonde faux hardwood floors. He stopped to adjust a few tables, double-checking sightlines and looking over the layout of the tables. The upside-down chair legs cast long shadows in the soft pink neon glow.

He looked up at the sign above the bar that read "Anne-Marie's." He smiled, not caring if anyone thought it was cheesy to name his restaurant after his mother. His mom had always been his lucky star, and he couldn't have gotten through the last couple of years without her.

"You look so serious,' a voice behind him startled him out of his thoughts.

"What the fuck Hima," Ashton yelped, clutching his chest dramatically. "I thought you were still in the kitchen."

"The guys didn't leave me anything to do so I decided to change and have a drink with you before my brother gets here," she tossed her bag and chef's coat onto a stool grinning at Ashton. She hopped up to sit on the bar before swinging her legs around as she pushed off. Landing without a wobble she reached under the bar and grabbed a bottle of black label Bushmill's Irish Whiskey and two short glasses.

"Straight for the good stuff, I like the way you think," Ashton smirked, taking a seat at the bar.

"To simply mark the occasion, of course" she poured them each a shot before adding a splash of water. She raised her glass, "Cheers to you, Boss, and to Anne-Marie's."

They clinked glasses. "Couldn't have done it without you," he replied before taking a sip.

"Awwwwww thanks Ashtton, " she grinned at him. "Damn that's good, the whiskey makes me forgive the Irish for how dreadful Guinness is. Did you see Kevin Mackie snuck in last night? I expect a write up in the Metro on Tuesday and I know you saw Patricia Bennett," she rolled her eyes at the name.

"She makes herself hard to miss," he snorted. "I missed Mackie though. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because we were busy and I didn't have time for you to get all giggly and nervous. He got the crab puffs and the Mac and Brie and inhaled them. You were right about the nutmeg; I thought he was going to lick the plate." She opened two bottles of beer before hopping back over the bar and taking a seat next to Ashton.

"How did this weekend compare to the opening of ‘Lune Rouge’? Was it as good as the first time?" Hima finished her whiskey before shaking a pack of Camel Crush cigarettes out of her bag.

"If you get ashes on the bar Paloma will flip her shit," Ashton warned.

"I'm not afraid of her," Hima snipped, but she made sure to be careful. No sense in antagonizing their temperamental main bartender.

"This opening was definitely smoother than the first one. We didn't know what the hell we were doing. The first night we ran out of duck fat and gorgonzola before the dinner rush was over. My sous chef's sister had to run to Whole Foods for emergency supplies. We got lucky the press ignored us for a couple weeks until we got a little buzz going. This time I knew what to expect but there was also more pressure," he paused, taking a pull on the bottle of beer. "This time I expected to succeed right out of the gate."

"You succeeded there," Hima stubbed her cigarette out in her empty glass. "I really need to quit."

"You could get a puff bar and start vaping," he teased.

"I'm not a fucking junior varsity cheerleader. I can take my cancer like a big girl." She checked her phone. "Ugh it's almost nine, and it's gonna take me at least thirty minutes to get home. You're closing tomorrow with me right?"

"Yeah, I'll be in around 11 all this week. Rafi is handling brunch with Gloria but I want to be here," Ashton double-checked his phone. "Tuesday I have that interview with Men's Life and they just emailed me."

Hima saw his nose scrunch up as he read. "What's wrong?"

"I thought they were sending Taj, but instead of rescheduling the interview, they're sending Calum Hood," Ashton sneered.

"Chill dude, it's not that bad," Hima was confused by the venom in his voice. "Yeah he's a bit of a goof, but he's hot and not a pretentious dickhead. They could've sent Felipe."

"True, true," he grumbled as he saw a black Honda pull up outside. "Kabir is here."

"Shit, ok see you tomorrow, Boss," she grabbed her stuff, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and ran out the door, locking it behind her.

Ashton walked through once again. He made sure the lights were off in the employee lounge. Since many of his staff members used public transport or worked two jobs, Rafi had convinced Ashton to provide his staff with a decent place to take a break and get ready before or after work. He built a small shower stall, lockers, and provided clean towels, and as his new kitchen manager, Rafi took responsibility for maintaining the space. Ashton took a last look at the bar, double-checking for any stray ashes Hima might have missed before setting the alarm, locking up, and heading home.

Calum opened the email from his editor and swore loud enough to wake the scruffy brown terrier mix snoozing at his feet.

Hey Cal,

Sorry it's such short notice but Taj's mom had an emergency and I need you to cover for him. He's interviewing Ashton Irwin, remember him? He had the Lune Rouge a few years ago. Well, he's got a new place, diverse staff and we're doing a feature. Maybe even the cover if he's really pretty. Tuesday at 2 pm I'll send you the address and details after I talk to Taj. Oh, and my friend Nick is coming into town and I told him you'd show him around. It's been a while since you had a date but you'll like him. He's kinda short, but he's got big muscles, huge dick, perfect credit. You could do a lot worse.

Call me tomorrow

Sham

This isn't good, this isn't good. Calum's mind was racing. He rubbed his temples trying to think. Taj was notoriously reliable and responsible, so if he was taking off on short notice, it must be serious. It was just his bad luck it was Ashton Irwin.

He usually covered travel and sports for Men's Life while Taj handled food and fashion. Calum didn't mind taking back food and dining for the time being. He'd started in that industry, working as a line cook while he went to school for journalism. He'd quit both when a flirty, older professor recommended him for an internship at California Culture and he managed to land a real job. Professor Davis had been highly disappointed to lose him as a student and catch him making out with her son who went to the same college. He'd found a tiny shitty apartment, spent his life on the road for work, and sent every penny he didn't need to live on to his family. He didn't even date for the longest time until he met a handsome blonde with sharp features and a sharper tongue.

He couldn't remember if it was four years ago or five, but he clearly recalled his review of Lune Rouge had not been nice. Calum was in a toxic relationship with the restaurant's sous chef at the time. He'd let his personal life spill over into his work for the first and only time. It wasn't something Calum was proud of and while he felt he owed Ashton an apology, the right time and place hadn't presented itself yet. He'd run into Ashton twice since then. The first time he was with his husband, and Calum wasn't about to humble himself in front of Luke. The second encounter came not long after their marriage broke up. Calum was dating a photographer at the time, when Ashton came to the photographer’s art show. They were briefly introduced but Ashton's chilly demeanor discouraged any further conversation, so Calum avoided him the rest of the evening. He remembered being unable to stop staring at the handsome chef with the sad eyes. He'd always hoped they'd bump into each other under better circumstances. I guess an interview will have to do.

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Ashton sat out on his condo balcony overlooking Echo Park, taking in the night air and enjoying a second bottle of IPA. Hima was right, the opening had been a smash. Anne-Marie's had the best staff he'd ever had the pleasure of working with, and aside from a small mix up between gruyere and Havarti cheese, the opening had been smooth. The alcohol hummed in his veins as he allowed his mind to wander back five years.

Lune Rouge's opening had been a chaotic mess of brilliance, balls, and blind luck. He was a year out of culinary school, newly married, and ecstatically in love with his husband. Luke was a trust fund baby; his dad ran a major studio. He put up the funding for their restaurant which procured a prime spot in trendy West Hollywood. Ashton had the idea of taking traditional French cuisine and turning it into "pub grub." Luke created a kitschy tacky cool interior with the ambiance of fairy light curtains, vintage 90's movie posters, an eye-popping pink and aqua come scheme. Featuring a bartender who doubled as a DJ, the restaurant became an immediate hot spot.

The culinary press treated them like rock stars and it went to their head. Ashton was portrayed as the mysterious boy genius, boisterous and foul-mouthed, he ran the back of the house, oversaw the business and created the menu. Luke, who's blonde-haired blue-eyed good looks were regularly described as "angelic", was the frontman, often schmoozing in the dining room, taking song requests, or slinging drinks behind the bar. They worked so well together until they didn't.

Ashton shook his head, not allowing himself to linger on negative thoughts, not when he'd fought to regain balance. He'd spent the last year freeing himself from the wreckage of his partnership with Luke. Still, tonight after the opening, alone and overlooking the city lights, his mind kept going back to the exhilaration of that first opening night. After they stayed late with the crew for a drink to celebrate, Luke's hand wandered up Ashton's thigh causing him to almost choke on his tequila. Soon Luke started whining about all the paperwork he had to do before they could go home. The crew quickly bagged it out of there, not wanting to get roped into more work.

Ashton swallowed at the memory before glancing around at the other balconies. It was late enough most of his neighbors should be asleep. Already hard, he reached down and squeezed his bulge through the thin fabric of his pajama pants.

After letting everyone else out of Lune Rouge that first night he'd been puzzled to find Luke no longer at the bar. He heard noises coming from the office. When he opened the door, he found his husband, shirtless, and waiting for him.

Ashton slid his hand into his pants swiping his thumb across the leaking tip. He heard a sliding glass door open and froze in place until he realized it was his neighbor below him chatting on the phone. He stroked himself and let his mind wander back to Luke. It had been too long since Ashton got laid, and Luke was still the best sex he'd ever had. He shuddered and bit his lip thinking about the way Luke grinned at him as he opened the office door. Before Ashton could say a word, Luke was sinking to his knees. A bit awkward given his long legs, but it didn't take long before he was letting Ashton fuck his throat. The thought of those blue eyes looking up at him as Ash's hands tangled in those blonde curls caused a moan to slip out, and his neighbor stopped talking at the sound.

"I think somebody is having sex," he heard her whisper. He almost laughed.

His dick was twitching flat against his stomach as he ducked back inside his bedroom, kicked off his pants, and grabbed a small tube of lube. Ashton shut off the light and stepped back outside.

The breeze cooled his fevered skin as he stood there looking out at the city and stroking his dick. The idea that he could possibly be seen turned him on almost as much as his trip down memory lane. He swallowed another moan thinking about how Luke's lips felt against his, their tongues tangled until he pulled back looking at Ashton with mischief and love before giving him a wink and turning around.

Ashton's breath caught in his throat as he worked his cock thinking about it. The red and white striped pants his husband pranced around in that night had been blissful torment working him up until the moment he slid those pants down and bent over the desk.

"Come take what's yours, my love, I've been wanting you all night," he cooed, wiggling his hips.

Luke was a whiny boy when he was getting pounded, and the memory sent Ashton closer to the edge. He felt his knees tremble as he increased his speed, the city lights becoming starbursts in his vision as he edged himself closer. At the moment of release, he swore he could feel Luke pushing back against him taking him in as deep as he could go.

When Ashton opened his eyes, he found himself sweaty and streaked with his own seed. He was amazed he'd managed to stay quiet, but his neighbor was chatting away obliviously. He went back inside, cracked another beer, and took it with him into the shower, trying to focus on his day tomorrow.

It was after midnight by the time he went to bed. His body was exhausted but the adrenaline from the opening weekend hadn't quite worn off. He found himself still restless and playing on his phone. After scrolling through Instagram, he found himself looking at the page belonging to the Galway Grill-- Ashton cringed at the name-- an Irish pub and microbrewery very recently opened by Luke and his boyfriend Finn.

Ashton simmered with resentment perusing the menu; they'd recycled at least half of the Lune Rouge recipes, his creations. He'd heard they'd rushed their opening to launch the week before Anne-Marie's, and even with Daddy's deep pockets the decor looked slapped together, all flash no class. He came to a picture of the happy couple and couldn't help but notice how thin and tired Luke looked despite his huge smile. He felt a twinge of concern for his ex before pushing his phone away in disgust. Rolling out of bed, he headed to the bathroom and fished an orange prescription bottle out of the cabinet. He broke a valium in half and swallowed the smaller piece with a gulp of water straight from the faucet. He scrolled through different sounds on his phone before settling on crashing waves. He spent the next ten minutes stretching and practicing deep breathing to push out any lingering negativity and troubling thoughts. It was too late to drag up the past and there was nothing to be gained. Ashton crawled back under the duvet and sank into a deep sleep dreaming of blue eyes.

*********

Hima rolled into work a little after one, pleased to see a decent lunch crowd and multiple delivery orders going out. She ordered a chicken mojito wrap for her lunch and headed back to the office to find Ashton. She found him in his chair with his laptop open on his desk, a notebook in his lap while scrolling through his phone.

"So what's the Monday morning report, Boss?" She asked, taking a seat across from him.

Ashton was beaming as he spun the laptop around to show her. "We made 30% over our projected sales. We came in right at payroll, actually a little under if you can believe that."

"I've checked the reservation book," she responded, flashing her phone. "We're booked solid for dinner Friday and Saturday and will call is 3 pm-7 pm. We're probably going to have to do that all week."

"Whatever you need. This weekend is going to be bonkers. If you have any suggestions, I'd like to do something for the staff. That reminds me, I've got to talk to Maisie." He scribbled down a quick note.

"She's already on it," Hima laughed. "The servers who struggled are coming in for extra training with her and Dakota. I have no doubt she'll straighten them up or ship them out."

Ashton nodded as Daniel knocked on the office door to bring their lunch.

"How's it going out there? Let us know if you need anything," Ashton told him.

"We've got this, Boss, enjoy your lunch," Daniel closed the door behind him.

"He's Rafi's brother?" Hima asked before taking a big bite.

"Cousin, Gloria is his sister," Ashton replied tucking into his roasted corn and quinoa salad with queso fresco.

"Are you ready for this interview tomorrow? You look tired," Hima looked concerned.

"I am tired," he shrugged. "I just wanna get this over with. I'm thrilled we're doing so well, but that's not what the press wants to talk about."

"Don't think about it like that. Anne-Marie's will stand on her own. You've just gotta get through this week. I know it's a lot," her words were half-muffled by a napkin.

"Tomorrow is the worst of it. Mackie called and is available Tuesday at one or Thursday for dinner around four. Since he's already been here for dinner, I thought I'd let Rafi wow him this time," he told her.

"Good idea, try to keep it short because if he drinks he gets super chatty. He gave a lecture at school and came to the bar afterward; he would not shut up," she warned.

"Chatty bastard, got it," he replied and they both laughed.

Anne-Marie's was his restaurant, but he couldn't have done it without Hima. She was fresh out of culinary school working as a line cook at the Hilton when he'd discovered her a little over a year ago. Ashton only lasted four months before chafing under the corporate yoke and deciding to strike out on his own. She'd been the first person he'd hired for the restaurant, guaranteeing her first year's salary out of his own pocket. Rafi and DeSean were excellent managers for the kitchen, but Hima was a coach: she understood the business as a whole. He'd let her handle most of the press and promotion, and she'd scored two big interviews.

Gourmet Table had interviewed him last Thursday The piece wouldn't be that in-depth, but they'd spent three hours photographing food. He expected the Men's Life article to focus more on him and his personal life. Calum Hood was known for his sharp pen and take-no-prisoners style. He'd given Lune Rouge two stars and a biting review during a brief stint at California Culture before he'd become known. It was five years ago, but Ashton still had the clipping somewhere. Calum had branded Lune's food as tasty and imaginative but thought the presentation was lacking in creativity. He'd ripped into the decor, calling it "somewhere between art house and frat house," and labeled Luke and Ashton "spoiled pretty boys pretending to be chefs." Luke had brushed it off with a laugh, but it still bothered Ashton.

Unlike the Hemmings’, Ashton’s family didn't have money to throw around. He'd started at sixteen, washing dishes and peeling vegetables for Chef François at Bordeaux on Hollywood. He'd taken culinary classes after high school while working full time. Sadly, Chef François had a heart attack and retired around the time he met Luke.

"You're not listening again," Hima complained, licking her fingers. "Rafi killed it with this wrap. The chicken is amazing, but the cucumber-mint salad and the tamarind chili mayo are next fucking level."

"You're right, I'm not. Sorry about that," he pushed his plate aside.

"Ok, what's got you so rattled? You've handled the press like a champ up until now. Is it Mackie or Hood? Who needs to catch these hands?" Hima stood and assumed a fighter's stance, bouncing on her toes.

"Easy there killer, I can defend my own honor. Mackie is an irritating little mosquito. He just wants gossip, but he's got enough readers so we all have to kiss his ass. Hood gave me one of the few bad reviews we got at Lune, and it stuck. He called us frat boys and said we were trying too hard," Ashton rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed by saying it out loud.

Hima raised her eyebrows and smirked, "I love it when you're petty. You're always so perfect and Zen, it's annoying."

"My therapist would disagree. Oh shit, that reminds me," he straightened up in his chair and grabbed his phone. "I've got an appointment at 2:30. I'll be back before 4," he dropped his eyes to the floor.

"Ashton," her voice was soft but commanding, and he looked up. "I don't know what's going on, and if you don't want to tell me that's fine. I want you to take care of yourself, whatever that takes. Ok?" He nodded and she smiled, "You can tell Dr. Claire that I've confirmed her for 8 pm Saturday, and you're going to personally cook her dinner. We've got the 50th anniversary that night so maybe you could flex and make your Pavlova's? I'll get the berries myself."

"It's a deal; we can comp them champagne, too. I'd better get going before I get yelled at. She's a stickler for punctuality, I think it's a British thing."

"I'll hold things down until you get back," Hima gathered up the dishes and headed out with Ashton right behind her.

*********

Ashton drew a deep breath and exhaled through his nose as the reporter settled in the chair across from him. Kevin Mackie's column in L.A. Metro was the definitive opinion for restaurants on the West Coast. His readers loved the snarky tone, celeb sightings, and bitchy gossip that peppered his column. His reviews could make or break new restaurants.

"Let me start off by saying I love the decor of this place. It's rustic, but not in that played out, hipster-in-the-woods nonsense," he leaned in and lowered his voice towards the end of the comment with a coy smirk.

"You'll find no Mason jars here," Ashton replied, taking the bait. Kevin liked people who liked him, and his most recent column was a snarky takedown of "Pinterest style interiors." Ashton found the article tedious and uninspired, but there was no need to be antagonistic right out of the gate.

Ashton watched as the reporter ordered his lunch from their server Zia. He guessed Kevin to be in his forties, and he thought he could see fresh hair plugs, bleached blonde, and a bit of Botox. Rumor had it, he'd recently split with his long-time girlfriend over a fling with a much younger waiter. Ashton tried not to pay attention to industry gossip. However, his personal problems made their way into the column more than once, and he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of satisfaction at the other man's problems.

After they'd both ordered, Kevin sat back and took a sip of his Pellegrino water and smacked his lips. "I was here the other night and I have to admit I was prepared to be underwhelmed. A menu based on sandwiches and comfort food sounded like an upscale Applebee's, but I really liked it despite myself. I was surprised to see your main girl was on the mature side, but she's efficient as hell so I get the trade-off."

Ashton's body tensed at the insult to Maisie, and he took a deep breath. Exhaling through his nose he forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Kevin was prattling on with some bit of gossip as Ashton sipped on his iced coffee.

"So let's start with something simple and ease our way into the rough stuff," Kevin set his voice recorder on the table between them. "Tell me how you formulated your top-secret house coffee blend."

Ashton broke into a wide grin as he described taking two months to travel and sample different beans, learn more about the roasting and blending process. Kevin sipped his coffee and nodded as if deep in thought, but his eyes kept wandering to Ashton's biceps. He'd been baking this morning so he smelled of cinnamon, his black t-shirt damp and clingy from sweating under his chef coat.

"So we sell the house blend all year, but we have single-source coffee that's seasonal, all of it fair trade," Ashton finished proudly.

"Coffee has always been your thing if I remember correctly," Kevin said.

"True, true, and once I started roasting my own beans it became a true obsession."

Kevin followed it up with a couple more softball questions about menu details and sandwiches. Ashton expounded on his love of food. "Cooking for someone is a simple way to show care, to be enjoyed almost as much as dining should be. Food is caring and comfort; it sustains us. It brings people together in a shared experience."

"Ooh that's a nice pull quote," Mackie chuckled. "I love when y'all have media training. It makes the bullshit flow much smoother.

Ashton seethed but said nothing. He'd watched this man's pettiness wreck a good opening, and Ashton couldn't do that to his crew. Zia brought their lunch. Ashton noticed Kevin had also ordered the chicken mojito wrap.

"This looks delicious. I think it's a nice touch that you've got so much, let's say diversity, in your restaurant. That you're actually letting them make their own food makes your menu more interesting. Not all restaurants get it. Please tell me you've seen how horribly Finn ripped you off for that tacky Irish pub," Kevin glanced up at him a tiny smirk playing on

"I haven't paid any attention to that," Ashton wanted to end the interview right there.

"Oh come on, you've had to see how much he's trying to recreate the magic you and Luke once had. The menu is tired, I don't give a fuck if he is Irish. Finn has no imagination yet fancies himself an impresario. Luke's still got it though. He even asked when I was coming here. I didn't tell him of course, I'm a professional after all."

"Of course," Ashton nodded checking out of the conversation. The reporter talked as he ate which given the wrap he was eating proved especially messy and little flecks of food kept flying his way. Ashton watched the door, nodding at customers, silently willing someone to come and save him. Kevin was still talking about himself when Hima and Zia came out of the kitchen. Ashton tried to catch their eye when he felt a hand on his arm.

"I wanna ask you about that one," Kevin leaned in so he could almost whisper.

"Who? Hima? What about her?" Ashton was pretty sure he wasn't going to like the answer.

"What's the deal? I've only ever seen you with Luke. Did your palette change that much? India must've been a real spiritual awakening for you huh?" Kevin winked at him, thinking he was clever.

Ashton controlled his breathing trying to keep his temper in check. He looked over at the reporter who kept talking oblivious to the situation.

"Who doesn't like trying something exotic. She seems like a smart cookie. She's darker than most Indian girls you see, like a rich brown butter sauce. I bet she tastes like tumeric though."

"Get out of my restaurant" Ashton hissed, his hands gripping the table to restrain himself from physical violence. "You are not going to insult my staff, my friends, in their restaurant."

Kevin started to speak but Ashton cut him off.

"Not another fucking word" he kept his voice at a low growl so as not to cause a scene. He noticed a couple of the closest tables were already watching them. "You've said enough and I'm barely holding back as it is. Get out of my restaurant, don't ever come back, don't ever speak to me again, and if you trash me in this review I promise you I will find you and fuck you up personally." Ashton stood up and Kevin flinched, the sight would have made him laugh if he hadn't been so furious. He stepped back and the reporter scrambled out of his seat leaving his lunch unfinished. Ashton walked back into the kitchen, Hima fast on his heels. He kicked the door open to the break room and headed for the speed bag hanging in the corner. He'd learned the hard way punching walls usually resulted in the wall winning the fight so he'd given himself something easier on his hands.

Hima watched him from the door, his back and biceps rippling as he went two minutes at full speed. When he finally turned around she could see the anger had cooled somewhat. She hated that her boss looked incredibly sexy when he was angry.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" She asked when he turned back around.

"Nope, it'll just piss me off all over again, and I gotta get ready for another fucking interview. With a guy who already doesn't like me," Ashton put this coat back on and headed into the line to check on Rafi.

At least the second interview can't be worse, she thought, wishing she believed it.

*********

Calum eased his beat up Range Rover into the parking lot of Anne-Marie's amongst the Mercedes, Audi's, and Teslas. He cursed the traffic when he checked the time. He was late, and they were busy. Not a good look he thought, grabbing his bag.

He smiled at the ladies waiting for a table before introducing himself to the impossibly serene hostess. He was quickly led to a table in an alcove not far from the kitchen. As he pulled out his voice recorder and notebook, he noticed a young woman heading his way. Her black hair was knotted tightly in a bun on top of her head, and her chef's coat had a large streak of what might be hollandaise sauce. He remembered his editor, Jacqueline, telling him Anne-Marie's had a female sous chef. He checked the notes she'd given him quickly as she was stopped by a server. Hima, Culinary Institute of America graduate, 23, Indian maybe?

"Hello I'm Hima Singh, you must be Calum Hood," she greeted him. From up close, he noticed that her eyes were a rich golden brown and that her smile didn't reach her eyes. He chalked it up to her youth; his editor said she was 23 but she looked like a teenager. He mentally stopped himself there. He'd become jaded by one too many husband/wife teams in recent years trying to rebrand a post-divorce startup as a "new adventure." While the divorce was true, Calum knew Ashton's history.

"Yup that's me, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hima," he shook her hand, relieved to see her relax a bit.

"Chef Irwin will be out shortly. He's helping with a problem in the back" she glanced towards the kitchen, and Calum had a feeling she was lying.

"Can I get you something while you wait? Do you like coffee? We have a house blend cold brew Chef Irwin selected himself that we roast and grind on-site," she asked motioning towards the sign listing the daily selection of teas and coffee.

"Thanks, but maybe not coffee. I'm nervous enough without more caffeine," he admitted, "but the lavender and blackberry infused lemonade sounds amazing." He smiled and her face softened.

"Absolutely," she signaled to Zia who brought Calum his drink and a basket of warm, fluffy yeast rolls with Anne Marie's cinnamon honey butter. The smell reminded Calum he'd skipped breakfast as his stomach began to rumble.

"So you're Chef Irwin's sous chef? I heard a rumor you were a partner as well," he asked, almost drooling as he tore into the soft bread, watching the steam escape.

"Yes sir," Hima's smile finally reached her eyes, and she sat down across from him. "When he got his core team together for Anne Marie's, there's three of us total. Desean and Rafi are his kitchen managers, and he gave us the opportunity to buy in as minority investors, no pun intended."

"These rolls are incredible. Please take one before I finish this whole basket and ruin my lunch. How long have the three of you worked for Ashton, excuse me, Chef Irwin?" He asked.

"Desean and Rafi were part of his Lune Rouge crew. They go way back, but he met me fresh out of school and took me under his wing," she told him.

"Did you go to CIA?" Calum was jotting down notes, getting a feel for the story.

"I wish, it's so pretty up there. My twin brother attended Brown, and I went to Johnson and Wales so we could stay close."

"You're a twin? Is he a chef as well?" Calum asked.

"Are you kidding? He's a lawyer, of course, my parents had to have one in the family," Hima laughed.

Zia appeared beside their table. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Rafi is looking for you, Hima."

A worried frown replaced her warm smile and Calum felt his nerves bubbling back up. He glanced around and caught sight of Ashton, flushed and sweaty from the heat of the kitchen, poking his head around the corner. Their eyes met, and Calum felt like he'd been hit by lightning.

Hima saw his reaction and whipped around to see what Calum was looking at. Spotting her boss she quickly excused herself and hurried to the back.

Zia cleared her throat and Calum realized she was still standing next to his table.

"Would you like to try Rafi's plantain skewers while you wait? It's my favorite thing here, and it'll leave room for whatever these geniuses cook up," she asked with a smile and a wink.

He nodded and she headed to the server station to put the order in. Calum looked around and started taking notes. The most striking thing about the decor was how they'd used diffused skylights for soft lighting to accent the Nakashima-style crafted wooden furniture. Thanks to his Mom’s love of Antiques Roadshow when he was younger Calum discovered his preference for natural grain wood and bespoke pieces. He liked the use of pastel neon signs to complement the muted green and blue tones of the mosaic tile floors and he thought the framed pictures of what he assumed were family photos of the staff provided a really nice personal touch. The largest photo was in the bar of Ashton and his mother, the restaurant's namesake, Anne Marie.

Zia set a plate down in front of him. "The boss will be out in a minute., Let me get you some more tea," she told him.

The skewers consisted of chunks of pineapple, plantain, red onion, and sweet potato grilled and dusted with chili powder and brown sugar served with a yogurt sauce for dipping.

Calum was almost finished with the first one when Ashton came out of the back, making his way towards him. The chef stopped to talk to several customers, the hostess, and Zia before he made it to Calum's table. Cal licked his fingers, wiping his hands clean with a Sani-wipe before standing up and offering a handshake.

Ashton took his hand and Calum wasn't expecting it to feel so soft. Caught off guard Calum stammered out an introduction as he sat, but he noticed Ashton just nodded, barely listening.

"If today isn't a good day we can reschedule," Calum sipped his tea, his throat suddenly dry.

"I'm here aren't I?" Ashton snapped. He folded his arms across his chest, his hazel eyes narrowing at Calum. "I still remember your first review you know."

Calum's pulse was racing. He hated confrontation, and he hadn't expected Ashton to kick off right away. He knew he'd better suck it up and apologize if this wasn't going to go completely off the rails.

"Listen, I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have been such a dickhead." As he spoke Ashton scoffed at him and Calum felt his cheeks get warm. "I was young and stupid. I let something personal affect that review. I'm sorry."

"Personal? With Luke? What do you mean by that?" Ashton went from annoyed to hostile.

Calum realized he'd said something wrong but wasn't sure what exactly. He was floundering trying to think of what to say next.

"Nothing with Luke, no no no. I was involved with Finn and we weren't getting along. It's so stupid I know, but I think you're a great chef. The new place looks incredible, and Hima is a delight."

The anger drained from Ashton's face, leaving him looking empty and sad. His head dropped to his chest, and Calum held his breath waiting for him to speak.

"I'm really sorry, it's not you, but I can't do this right now. Maybe we can reschedule or something. My apologies, but I have to get back to work," Ashton mumbled, standing up.

Calum spotted Hima watching them from the podium, chewing on her lip, her black eyes wide with concern as Ashton hurried back to the kitchen. Calum started to get up but she was too quick for him.

"Well, aren't you lucky. I'm going on my lunch and I hate to eat alone," she slid back into the seat across from him. "Please forgive my boss. He's had a rough day, but I'm better company anyway." She waved to Zia who headed their way. "You gotta try the toasted gnocchi with gorgonzola cream sauce if you like cheese, but if you want something lighter the apple carrot kale wrap is excellent too," she smiled at him, and to her relief he smiled back, both of them realizing the situation might be salvageable after all.

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