#i KNOW my lips are dry i had a coffee and liquid lipstick they ARE THE DESERT!!!!

[raviollies]

You know I run that Target like the Navy

[kentos-filmcamera]

on the corner where you live

pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader

summary: nanami met you at a club while you were both college kids. doomed and destined to work in his father’s multinational company, he can only find comfort in two things: you and your home, in a corner of a busy street in new york.

word count: 5.8k

warnings: +18, nsfw (minors dni), illegal drinking, vomiting, a teeny bit of angst, tw idealized nyc, this is set in the early 2010s since they were college kids back then, tw gojo ruining moments

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“What about her?” Gojo pointed to a woman sitting by the bar.

Nanami stirred the olives around his dry martini. “I don’t know” He didn’t even look at her. From the last ten women he saw, Gojo was probably the worst wingman in the whole tri state area. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Gojo pushed his glasses up to his nose bridge once again and stretched his arms out to envelop his companion closer to him. “You need to find a heiress! You can’t just stay around doing nothing, alone!“ He removed his glasses, pushing them up his head and brushing his hair back.

Even though Kento knew he was joking, he scrunched his nose in disgust and took his drink down in a big gulp. That was his fifth drink of the night, one of those being a long island tea Shoko gave him to try before scurrying off with Utahime to God knows where.

“You sound just like my dad” He shook his head by the strength of the vodka, his haircut messing up slightly, but the alcohol was hitting him like the garbage truck speeding down the street at 3 AM when a bunch of college kids like himself decided to make a grand exit out of the club, vomiting onto the sidewalk or falling asleep in their friend’s arms.

He looked up at the door for the first time in a while, his mind wandering outside of the club and into his pillow, soft bed sheets and duvet. That’s when his eyes landed on you. He sat up rigid, gaining Gojo’s attention.

“Goddamn!” The white haired man exclaimed, looking at you, gobsmacked as well. You were wearing a pair of lowrise bell bottom jeans, a cropped tank with funky colors and a black leather coat and a pair of heels. You were avant-garde, but still stood out somehow. “If you don’t fuck her, I will”

“What about Suguru—“ Nanami was interrupted by a finger to his lips, shushing him.

“We share everything, that’s what best friends do” He winked and went off his way. He observed you heading off towards the bar. You were chatty with your accompanies, and your face was bubbly and your smile made his stomach bubble. Or was it a mix of the alcohol and the black coffee with soda crackers he ate before coming? Ugh.

“Hi” He sat by the empty stool next to you. Wait. How did he even end up there? Oh god, maybe downing ¾ of a martini in a second wasn’t a smart idea. He made the mental note to not allow Gojo to order his drinks, even when he gives him specific instructions, but maybe he will forget about it later. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure. Midori, sour” You hummed. He was visibly surprised by your confidence. He then noticed you were now stripped from your leather jacket. The halter top was backless and made your tits sit so pretty. He didn’t even notice when he ordered the drink for the two of you, so he was surprised when the two glasses full of a green liquid showed in front of you two.

You chuckled at his surprise. “Thank you” You said to the bartender, who smiled back cheekily as you added a two dollar bill to the tip jar. You turned to him “You never told me your name, drink man”

“Nanami Kento” He introduced himself, straightening up, not knowing he still looked ridiculous with his hair all messed up, his navy blue shirt buttoned down to dangerous heights and his eyes glimmering in a way you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. You nodded and introduced yourself in the same manner, but your beauty seemed to come effortlessly to him. You seemed calm but enthusiastic, and your cherry lipstick had a delicious appearance to him. Fuck, the alcohol was getting up to his head. You stayed chatting for a while, and the way you let your hair down and swirled your finger tip around the edge of your glass, made his mind wander to greater places.

“Can I have this dance?” Nanami offered after a round of tequila shots, while a song you hummed but he didn’t recognize started to play. You giggled, and nodded while eating the olives out of your martini. The two of you danced along the bodies to The Sweet Escape.

While his hand traveled off to the curve of your back, you leaned in “Let’s go somewhere else” You whispered, your voice clear on top of the singing, music and the bass that vibrated through your feet. His eyes widened, and a smile he had never seen on himself arose to his lips.

His glasses were long gone and the kisses you shared were desperate and frenzied, but he adored every contact, every touch. Oh the way your lips felt against his was heavenly, your mouth tasted a somehow delicious mix of midori and fireball, your manicured hands held him against you perfectly, your skin was so soft and delicate, and your ass—

“Oi, oi! Nanami!” Amongst all the outside noise, he still heard the voice of his friend who had clearly seen you walking in the single bathroom. You broke away, but Nanami shook his head, a certain different glimmer in his eyes; a darker one.

“Ignore him” He leaned in against your neck, taking in your perfume, which he found intoxicating in the best way possible. “Can I?” He asked, gaining a quick, desperate nod from you.

He melted at the way you moaned against his lips, the way you shuddered when he stayed sucking lightly on a certain spot on your neck. He still heard two of the voices of the people he came to the club with, but he didn’t want to get caught as he groped your tits over the skimpy halter. Scrap that, a tiny bit of him wished they would catch him devouring your neck and lips like a vampire, making you moan shamelessly and tremble under him.

“You’re so stunning” He whispered, looking over at you as you stared up at him with half lidded eyes. You caressed his cheeks as he massaged your ass from on top of your jeans “You’re so pretty, you make me dizzy”

You pulled away from him, confused “Hold on… Nanami—“ You started, but he corrected you. “Kento”

“Sorry, Kento, how many drinks have you had tonight?” You asked, and you saw his eyes wander the same way your drunkest of friends did when you asked to recollect images about the night. First test, failed. “As much as I feel flattered, I think you’re hammered”

“Is that even important? I’m fine!” As he finished the sentence, his voice came out squeaky, like one of a prepubescent child in the middle of an argument. “Now, where were—“ This time, he interrupted himself by shutting his mouth into a thin line.

You observed as his throat shifted. You rushed to open and turn him to the toilet behind the two of you just as he gagged and emptied the contents of his stomach inside the toilet bowl at the same time the door swung open. You turned to stare open at the group of people; two men, one with white hair and the shiniest, biggest smile you’ve ever seen, the other with slightly droopy eyes and black hair picked up in a bun, who was also humoring himself by the situation. The other two women looked appalled, but you knew they were laughing deep inside. The man with the sunglasses started crackling, his laugh obnoxious and loud as you turned your attention back to the guy who was close to fucking you in a dirty bathroom about 5 minutes ago.

“You okay?” You asked, actually concerned as you cleaned his mouth and flushed the toilet, he nodded, groaning as he sat in a corner. You turned to his friends “Please watch over him while I fetch some water”

Nanami watched you stand up and walk out of the bathroom, fixing your top and hair. Now, without any shame in the world, his friends started laughing. Shoko was clearly drunk, but Gojo was enjoying a cold diet coke like it was being discontinued the next day. He opened his mouth to complain, but threw up again. This time, Gojo made it his priority to take pictures with Nanami bowing over the toilet bowl. Utahime rushed to help him out as you entered the bathroom with a water bottle in hand and some club soda.

“He’s never been like this” The man with the black long hair told you as you passed by him. You took a mental note of that and kneeled down to give him some water, which he used to clean the awful taste from his mouth before drinking it like a madman. He washed down the soda, burped a bit and then fell asleep.

As the two men carried him out of the club, you snuggled into your jacket, the cold air starting to become more prominent due to the nearing fall. “We’re so sorry for him” The female with the longer hair solemnly apologized. You were clearly texting someone “It’s been a rough week”

You put your iPhone 3GS back inside your pockets “No worries. I understand” You half smiled. You shuffled through your pockets and pulled out a small notepad and a lime green glitter pen. “Tell him to call me when he’s sober.” You placed the folded paper on his skinny jeans pocket “We’ll see if I like his personality then” You joked, actually earning some chuckles “Bye bye!” You waved them goodbye as you turned on your heels to catch a cab. Your friends had already left the club a while ago, but you were able to catch them eating some $1 pizza a few blocks away. You took your own share before taking the train to your city and catching a ride back to your dorm.

“I did what?” Nanami groaned, a cold towel placed over his eyes and covering his temples, just like his mom used to do when a fever had risen and he was too young to take anything remotely effective. He was in his apartment in Chelsea, as his parents didn’t like him sleeping in a dorm or having a roommate. It was just taking the 1 train to Columbia for no more than half an hour. Still, he usually stayed over at Gojo’s if he was running late. It was a nice place, the apartment was the cliché rustic front New York was known for, close to a bustling corner, full of Parsons students, construction workers and workers from new projects and surrounding businesses,

“Yea” Gojo chuckled, and now more than ever, his laugh was brain scratching to Nanami. “She was pretty cute though, I could have kept this but I’m such a good friend I’m going to help you get her”

Nanami just huffed, tired of his presence, until he felt a paper slide into his hand. He raised the towel enough to read the info on the unfolded material.

‘ Hope this can help with you hangover ~ (Y/N) <3 ‘  

And your number was attached to it. His heart flipped a bit in his chest, but he was so embarrassed that he knew that only calling you wouldn’t calm any of the monkeys that flew around his stomach, the insecurities and embarrassment were eating him out. So, in the weirdest attempts of offering an apology, not only to you but to himself also, he found out where you studied and scouted you out. And there he was, standing with a bouquet of flowers outside the main building of the Culinary Institute of New York. He cleared his throat as he reminded himself of the drive back that was awaiting him. In what world would he have thought driving from Manhattan from New Rochelle was a great idea? On a Tuesday, nevertheless. How would he even know if you remembered him? It has been three days already.

“I usually prefer just a call or some sunflowers but I know they’re both so out of season” He turned to what he considered to be the voice of an angel. When he turned around to face you, the monkeys started doing somersaults in his stomach again, but this time it wasn’t because of his hangover or his embarrassment; he was recollecting every piece of you once again into a more perfect picture that left him speechless. “Hi” You greeted him with a smile. “What are you doing around here? It’s a long drive from Manhattan to Rochelle” Even if you had your hair picked back with a clip, and you had an unbuttoned chef’s apron, he still thought you were absolutely stunning.

His mind smacked itself awake “These are both thank you and I’m sorry flowers. Thank you for taking care of me, and I’m sorry for almost throwing up on top of you” Nanami said, and you were actually surprised by his genuine tone of voice. It was definitely less squeaky. It was everything but squeaky; it was deep and composed. By his expression and his overall appearance, he looked different; from an unruly college student to a… regular college student, one of those nerds that wore school sweaters layered with collared shirts or polos.

“Ah, there was no need, thank you” Your smile got bigger and even under the cold breeze, Nanami swore he was going to melt like an ice cream. “I bet you’re really hungry, c’mon, we have plenty of leftovers”

Both of you knew each other for a night and some minutes but there was something that made you trust him. You felt comfortable around him. Blind trust was something ridiculous, but what Nanami found ridiculous was how good the food was, even if they were just practices. You chatted for a while as you cleaned the kitchen and he feasted, a glimmer in his eyes. You found out this was his last year at Columbia Business, was working on a double major on international relations, and he was set to work at a family international business as soon as he graduated, but only if he was valedictorian. So far, he was performing perfectly in both his majors.

He learned you were a sophomore, and a year younger than him with a very credible fake ID even though that particular club was on authorities turned a blind eye on due to the amount of money they made for people over 18; regardless of nearing your twenty something’s still you had that enthusiasm a lot of people nearing both of your ages lacked. You played the basic 21 questions, and you joked that just because of that, the encounter could be considered your first date. Nanami didn’t complain or anything. Deep inside, his mind was holding a prolonged scream as he scooped some lava cake and into his mouth it went.

After the encounter, Nanami’s parents started noticing a drastic rise in his gas usage. Truth was, he found himself going to Rochelle at least once a week. Just because he wanted to see you. He was enthralled with you. Your physique, your personality, your intelligence and most importantly, your craft. You had a knack for bread and sweets, but mostly pastries. Just as he had a knack for eating them. He was so happy, even though he didn’t show it, when you pampered him full of “defects” when to him, the taste was still outstanding each time. Also then, he realized, even though you weren’t an outstanding photographer, you really liked taking pictures of everything. You always had your digital camera dangling over your wrist or inside your purse.

Nanami asked you to be his girlfriend on December 31st at 11:59, after being joined by the hip for the past year, especially during the entirety of October and the holidays. You were both so drunk, you thought it was a joke. Until you stood at the kitchen in his apartment on a snowy day and blinked several couple times, processing his proposition once more. You were making some pasta with a very light Italian sausage sauce. You crossed your arms full of flour and pretended to think loudly, just to make him nervous for once. He looked up from his thesis, a ball of sweat rolling down his nape, but his expression was still as neutral as always.

“Of course, you big dummy!” You chuckled, going back into work, not noticing how he sneaked back on you and pampered you with kisses.

The first time you met his parents was on his graduation day. Nanami did end up being Valedictorian for his class, and it was surprising how much love he received during and after a poetic speech you knew most men there could never achieve.

You were wearing a midi light blue checkered dress, with some ruffles at the end, no sleeves. It was perfect for a New York summer event surrounded by filthy rich people. You received a lot of compliments by the high socialites, and while Kento simply adored it, his parents placed it under scrutiny; like anything you were doing. They said the top of your tank was too skimpy, that if the bottom didn’t look stunning, you would look like… well, a whore. That day, Nanami found you crying silently in the bathroom of the restaurant you were having lunch at, trying to cover your chest and shoulders with a shiny white pashmina your mom had bought you when you were five and liked going to the theater. You heard them later banter in Japanese as Nanami berated his parents, but you only felt more embarrassed.

“I know you are upset” Nanami told you later that night as you took off your jewelry in front of the bathroom mirror. You looked away from his strong gaze and continued your task, trying to stay concentrated as he peppered kisses all over your neck, just like that first night you met. “But trust me when I say this” He took your chin delicately with his fingers and made you look at yourself in the mirror “You looked absolutely stunning today”

“if i can make you feel something, i can make you feel it down in your bones”

With the tenderness and lightness of a feather, he peppered kisses all over your neck and bare shoulders, his fingers hooking over the thin straps of your dress and letting it slip down your body slowly to pool at your feet on the floor, lowering down to kiss you even more with the delicacy of the gods above. Even though you were wearing just your heels and a pair of panties, you didn’t feel promiscuous and hot, like you’ve felt before in similar situations, but vulnerable and cared for. He turned you around, your bare chest colliding against his clothed one. He brushed your hair aside and caressed your cheeks, appreciating every inch of your beautiful face.

“I love you” He whispered, his other hand holding you secure against him by your lower back, where goosebumps formed easily. He pressed a loving kiss to your cheek “And I promise you. No one is going to hurt you, or take you away from me”

You gave him a nod, feeling your heart wanting to burst out of your chest. “I love you too” With your hands on his neck, you pulled him into a kiss.

It turned sheepishly as he moved to sit you down on the toilet, and you felt a dejavú of what might have been on your first night knowing each other. It seemed as though his priority was taking care of you that night, and making you feel loved, as when you tried to touch his clearly aching cock, he refused, and made things that left you speechless, like curling two fingers to reach that sweet spot that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

“Ah! Yes! Fuck, so good!” You moaned as he thrusted into you. You frowned slightly when you heard his door open and the alarm being deactivated. “U-uh, Kento?” By the absence of your moans, all you could hear was channel orange by Frank Ocean on the bathroom speaker system, the colliding of your two bodies, the naughty squelching of your wet cunt and his breathless pants.

He didn’t stop, as he seemed to be as close as you were a minute ago “Yes? What’s up, bunny?” He strained, breathing roughly.

Before you could open your mouth to respond, the most annoying voice to the homeowner rang through the house “Nanamin!” You noticed he stopped in his tracks, leaving himself deep inside you. His face was blank, there wasn’t an ounce of reaction inside of him.

You turned to him with a whole different look on your face. “I’m not wasting Pyramids because of Gojo. If he finds us, it’s his fault.” Your tone shifted, from anger to sultriness “C’mon, we’re both so close” You caressed his back, trying to convince him to handle the problem later, and it felt like something awakened inside of Nanami, he grabbed you by your hips and switched positions, making you yelp.

There was malice swirling around his eyes “Go on, since you’re so desperate to cum” He whispered, and in all truth, you didn’t lose any time to get into bouncing in his cock. He gasped, surprised at the feeling of how deep he was going into you, and got a hold out of your hair to tug on it, giving him access to suck on your neck and tits until you both came into trembling messes. You sat there, with his cock still getting milked out by your throbbing walls, breathing slowly.

“You did so great, my love” He hummed and kissed your forehead with the same delicacy that he started with, disregarding the fact he had railed you without mercy. He helped you up, made you sit down on the toilet again, took off the used condom and threw it away before taking off your heels and turning on the hot water faucet to the tub. “I’ll give you a massage in a moment. Now let me go kill that manwhore”

That same weekend you left for a getaway in the Hamptons, where one night you smacked Gojo awake because he had accidentally snuggled into bed with you. After that it was back to your old routine, until summer break in August. You hung out with the crew all the time, except for Nanami, who started his position as International Relations director at his father’s multinational company almost instantly, which earned a new haircut for the new era. You said it made him look older. You bought him a tie he seemed to humor secretly.

“Ta-da! What do you think? For your first day at work” You showed him the mustard yellow tie with black spots. He wasn’t impressed.

“Why did you get me a leopard print tie?” He asked severely, twirling the fabric around his fingers.

“Because you cannot just walk around looking like every other suit New York has to offer” You shrugged. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to wear it.” You hummed and moved on to offload the bags from today’s shopping.

He pushed his round wire glasses up the bridge of his nose, and suddenly, he turned defensive.“No, I will wear it. Don’t you dare return it”

Now, by his new job, your interactions were lowered from daily texts and maybe weekly visits. Things turned bittersweet as you started your last year of culinary school, and you had to browse for future jobs along the way.

In a similar fashion, Nanami met your parents on graduation day. He was wearing a blue suit with a pink tie, matching your baby pink graduation dress. He didn’t want to admit it, but he almost cried when you received your diploma and the apron you used all throughout college.

Your parents were impressed by the man you’ve found yourself seemingly stable with after a year or so of dating, and right there in front of you, he asked for their blessing for you to move in with him in his Chelsea apartment in that busy corner; he even offered to give them a house tour so they had time to think it through. Without question, they accepted because in all honesty, you didn’t have anywhere to stay aside from their house in Yonkers. They were more than pleased with the gentleman you had for yourself, and your siblings seemed to be swooning over him, even though he was a little bit dry and formal to them.

Moving took you almost all summer. And with a new presence in the house, it meant it was getting remodelations. Nanami wasn’t always home and you were busy all the time, and just as you finished decorating your room, you got a call from a renowned pastry shop that wanted to hire you. You fitted your sneakers and ran to your closest convenience store, taking some champagne and some chocolate to make dessert later for the two of you.

‘ great news! let’s pop a cork tonite xx ‘

Nanami read the message under the table of his meeting, and the reminder that you were expecting him with some stone cold champagne and a warm meal made his shoulders relax. The thought of coming home to an exquisite aroma, your cooking playlist, your voice without an answer as you spoke to yourself and the happiness in your voice when he took off his shoes and walked towards you was a piece of heaven to him.

“Hi hi!” You hopped over to him, throwing yourself into his arms and almost threw him to the floor. He whispered a greeting and hugged you, tight against his chest. It was obvious he was more than exhausted as he hunched over to hide his face in your neck. You caressed the strands at his nape, and passed a soothing hand through his tensed back.

“Dinner’s almost ready, c’mon” You hummed, pulling him into the kitchen. He sat down on the stools on the marble island and stared at you as you made some cold soba for the protruding heat. “I asked your mum for the recipe” You commented “Hope it’s as half as nice as hers is”

Truth was, you were very close to his mum’s recipe, but yours had a certain freshness because of the fact you lacked a certain amount of traditionalism, but it wasn’t wrong; it turned out for the best. He talked to you about his day vaguely, and you could tell he was particularly exhausted that day. As you ran a hot bath for him, you broke the news.

“I got a job” You hummed happily “A french pastry shop, down in Spring Street”

Nanami perked up, and his eyes got bright. “That’s so great, my love! I’m so proud of you!” He laughed softly and pulled you into a hug, squeezing almost the life of you. You laughed at his affections, but stopped laughing when you felt both of your bodies fall into the tub. With clothes.

“Kento!” You complained, sweeping your soaking hair back to stare at him, and he was staring back at you innocently. He had ruined his suit for the next day already.

He did make it up to you however, by helping you blow dry your hair for your first day tomorrow. And you helped him pull out an outfit.

“Really?” He looked at the combination of a teal blue shirt, a tan suit and the charismatic tie you had given him. All his suits were either dirty or soaking wet, and dry cleaning days were on Thursday afternoons. The lady his parents sent to do your laundry couldn’t touch those, or your boyfriend would go mental.

“I think you look quite handsome” You shrugged, fixing the collar of your tight, white short sleeve as the shop required you to wear under your apron. You had fitted a pair of jeans and your most comfortable sneakers. “Let’s go”

Now with both of you employed, your routine was always almost similar. Getting ready together, Nanami took a company car to work and you took the subway. You came back around seven, the latest being nine, when Nanami got home… eventually. It started to be almost mechanical and permanent for the next two years or so. You barely even had time to speak before both of you needed to be out the door.

“ all this time you’re on your own, and i watch you going by. and all this time, it’s still the same”

And it hurt Nanami because he knew it was his fault. He’d seen you; he’d seen you building a home all by yourself. He didn’t even recognize the apartment at some point, it was all you. Your sector was changing, new business opportunities he decided to step and invest in, but what amazed him most, is how warm you stayed towards him when everything was ever changing. You had every reason to literally poison him with whatever you served him for just being absent, but even at three AM, you received him with leftovers from dinner, some discarded sweets from the bakery and a warm hug accompanied by a forehead kiss. There he told you about his day and you accepted all types of complaints from anyone and everything, and were the most attentive listener ever. On one of these nights, he realized that for his lifestyle, what he needed was a housewife. He had remembered that you were your own separate person, you kept the house tidy, but you weren’t sitting there all day waiting for him while raising 8 children. You had a job full of adventures with cranky customers and failed recipes, and he barely heard of it since he was always hoarding the speaker's turn unintentionally.

“on the corner where you live”

He wanted to cry. You were such a sweet woman, and the light you projected was slowly dimming down by the least time you spent together. Before walking up to the elevator, he saw you sitting down by the windowsill, looking at the city. He knew you were sad because he always worked and there was always something to help him with. Everyday, he grew more and more scared you would end it there, and find a regular guy who gives you attention and some mild orgasms every other day, if we’re being generous.

By projecting his fears, he became more self aware of you and your relationship. Nanami noticed he liked to observe you. Not say anything at all. Just observe you. Observe as you made dinner, observe as you shopped together at the farmer’s market, observe as you literally forgot his existence to swoon over Frank Ocean sitting across from you at the Mexican restaurant, observe as you drifted off in the middle of a movie you watch, observe as you watched him… leave. He noticed the glimmer in your eyes dissipate at the last second you thought he wasn’t looking.

“I’m taking a break. Pass all my meetings to my subordinate” Nanami announced one January day upon checking his calendar. His assistant opened his mouth to complain, but he was already out the door, loosening his tie.

Surprisingly, it had been a while since he had taken the subway. It was something so mundane for you, when to him it was a rare occurrence. He moved around the blocks close to your job, and looked around all the little spots you told him one day he would have to see.

“Uh, Y/N” Someone from the shop out front called. “Someone is here for you” You hummed, indicating to them to give you just a tiny second. Ever since you’ve started there, you’ve gone from warming up croissants to making them up from scratch. You rolled your last piece of dough and popped them in the oven before washing your hands and heading out front.

“Did you guys order anything? We don’t receive restocks on Fridays…” You stopped yourself as you raised your head to find your boyfriend, wearing jeans and a t-shirt after being stripped off from his winter layers, with a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands.

He looked nervous, like the first time he drove to New Rochelle to find you. However, this was a different kind of apology. He had flying monkeys in his stomach again. “I guess sunflowers are in season this time”

“what i wouldn’t try to give, to say”

You left work early since it was a slow afternoon. “I feel terrible. I didn’t even remember it was four years today. I only got you some full price pastries!” You complained, staring at your flowers. Walking by The High Line during winter was a terrible idea to literally anyone with a brain, except the two of you. Now the place was empty, since it was cold. And it was one of the “warm days”.

“That’s more than enough, baby” He chuckled, a small cloud forming in front of his mouth. You both sat silently and stared around. The place was very pretty, even with all the cold and iciness removing all flowers from their greenery and full bloom.

“Hey, that’s our home” You pointed to the building almost out of sight. “Remember my move-in day?”

Nanami flushed in embarrassment “The one where I grabbed some stranger’s boxes accidentally and almost got arrested? Yea, how could I forget?” He was suffering inside, but like a medicine, your laughter made him warm up. Right there, he realized he never stopped looking at you highly. Everyday he looked at you different, but only because every day that passed, he thought you were more stunning than the last. He loved you from the way you laughed, to the way you cried. And he just wanted that apartment to be your apartment, on the corner where you lived.

“We should stay there forever, in our corner” You nudged him, wanting for your words to have some truth to them, as if you were reading his mind and feelings.

Nanami seemed to put some thoughts into things. He was deadly silent. His face didn’t say anything for a long minute. You went into panic, was there something wrong? Then, he took a deep breath. The flying monkeys in his stomach had turned into gorillas driving airplanes “Actually, there’s one gift you could give me, the best out in the whole universe” You were confused. For as long as you knew him, he didn’t speak so enthusiastically about gifts.

Nanami sighed, and reached for his pocket. A navy blue box containing a ring inside; a rectangular cut emerald, with two triangle cut diamonds on each side, set in a white gold band “May I have your hand in marriage, maybe?”

“nothing’s gonna take you baby, nothing’s gonna take you now”

[kosmosguk]

Bloody Artistry (M) ~🥀

pairing: celeb! kim taehyung x journalist! reader; minor pairings: jungkook x reader, coworker jimin x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 8K

Summary: when the scrutiny of fame becomes too much, perfect kim taehyung finds his peace within a lavish bathroom located two blocks away from the nearest club, a corpse in the bed with him. the fans have never questioned his behavior, not when his company is much too good at cleaning up his mess to not have done it before, but when a reporter with too many questions threatens to break the peace he’s established, he finds himself in a tango with the devil that he can’t bring himself to want to break.

[Warnings: MURDER, death, literally Taehyung being a sick bastard 25/8 (but only in fiction), company corruption, violence, yandere themes, mentions of noncon smut (intoxication, mentions of being drugged, fingering), blackmail, obsession, stalking. EVERYTHING that happens in this fic is FICTION; plz don’t go busting nuts for serial killers]

A/N: Thank you to yoongissugarmommy for requesting this! Part 1 of a short series starring Taehyung. Was going to do smth similar to Lineage with him, but this has been staying in my drafts for too long (like i wrote most of this before I even wrote Lineage, which is why my writing for part of this is a bit different from my current one), and I feel like going a bit modern now to take a break from Lineage (taking a bit to write pt. 4 just because it’s the end of the main story). Thank you for 2.9k followers! We’re only less than 50 away from 3K which is so wild to think about; kisses and hugs to everyone who’s supported my work! 

“Today, in the studio, we have our nation’s golden boy, the first love of all of our viewers: Kim Taehyung. Everyone, please clap your hands for him!’’

The MC turned to grin at the audience as the audience cheered loudly; her glossy black hair swept down and framed her face delicately in perfect shiny strands. The lipstick that coated her unnaturally wide smile was a deep shade of red, stark against her pale white skin. Dressed in her primly pressed suit, she looked lovely, like a blooming rose, but as she turned to face the guest star, his presence seemed to easily outshine her own.

“Thank you for having me. It’s an honor to have an interview here and have an opportunity to see all of my lovely fans,’’ Taehyung’s deep voice rang out as he smiled in his heart-swooning way, flashing pure-white teeth handsomely in a carefully maintained and practiced way that made all the fans, both in the studio and watching from beyond a screen, unable to resist letting out shrieks and screams.

“Now, Taehyung-ssi, with a record-breaking album that topped the charts as soon as it came out and a modelling gig that sells out magazines faster than before, how does it feel to have really made it? It must stress you out. Any tips on how to relax?’’

Taehyung leaned back slightly in his seat, his smile flashing coy for a brief second before settling into a rehearsed contemplative expression. He shrugged his shoulders, letting them drop out, as he made a soft hmm noise.

“How I relax? It’s not that big of a deal, really, but that’s an interesting question to ask, noona,’’ Taehyung widened his eyes slightly, looking ever so much like the golden boy persona he had stickered upon his reputation,’’ When I’m really, really stressed, I like to play with Tannie, my dog, and eats lots of yummy food that my mom sends to me when I get stressed. Also, my manager Namjoon is a good person to talk to when I’m really stressed; he always knows what to do and say.’’ Taehyung tapped the tip of his nose lightly, scrunching his face in an expression that made fans coo in adoration. “I also like to think of my fans and read all the letters they’ve sent me. I saved all of my letters from my beloved fans since my debut, and I like looking through them.’’

“Hey, Kim Namjoon, fucking hurry up,” Taehyung hissed into the cellphone pressed against his flawless cheek,” My shoes are going to get stained at this point. You know blood is a pain to properly get out of letter.’’

“Were you at least careful this time? We don’t want rumors getting out,” Namjoon’s voice crackled over the receiver, barely a hint of emotion in his voice. The beeping and honking of cars on his side of the phone call signaled the rush his manager was making towards his location.

Taehyung huffed in agitation, clicking his tongue sharply in annoyance as he skimmed his nails for any trace of dried blood. “Oh, come on, you think I really even care at this point? With the way the company takes care of everything, you’d think perfect ol’ me was…well perfect. But still, aren’t you guys way too good at this job? 7 girls and not even a peek from the public. Who else do you do this for, huh? Suga-sunbae? J-hope-sunbae?”

There was no reply. Taehyung threw his gaze over to the practically mangled body. Too bad, he thought to himself, she was really pretty this time. Red lipstick, silky black hair, wanted to become better acquainted with such a famous celebrity after her little interview, the whole fanatic spiel tied with a pretty bow of the title of an mc. She would’ve never thought that she’d go from being a bed-warmer to being so cold.

“I must be right then, huh? Suga-sunbae I can see, but J-Hope-sunbae…’’ Taehyung whistled lowly under his breath. “I thought you’d at least deny that. It’s the bright ones you gotta watch out for.’’

A dial noise was the only response. Did…Did this bastard hang up on him? Taehyung grimaced before three knocks rang on the door of the hotel suite, a signal from his asshole manager that Namjoon had finally arrived. Taehyung rolled back his shoulders, his joints crackling a little, and made sure all of his jewelry was perfectly back in place before he opened the door.

As Namjoon shuffled in with some of the staff members, Taehyung clasped his silver watch around his wrist with a soft click. He rolled his neck, trying to get the stiffness out of it, and exposed purple marks and bruises from the bites the now dead girl had given him when they had been fucking earlier.

Finally, his headache was gone.

You chugged down a cup of stale coffee and wiped the dribble of liquid that escaped the corner of your mouth as you clicked off some article about a newbie mc receiving slander after rumors of her making moves on a popular idol was exposed and disappearing to avoid the backlash. Squinting at your screen with dry eyes, you pursed your lips and snapped the laptop shut, pushing the device away from you in an agitated huff.

“Wbat’s got you in the gutters, huh? Let me guess…,’’ Park Jimin, your desk mate, rolled his chair over to your side, his glasses askew on his nose,” Ah, your favorite celebrity go into a dating scandal? Let me think, who was it that recently go into a scandal… Oh, is it that pretty boy from a new idol group?’’

You gave him the stink-eye, and your sigh this time was even louder.

“You’d think there’d be something more…interesting going with these celebrities that we could get our hands on. Too much money, lots of stress, yet no story that’ll really seize the audience by surprise, and don’t you dare say a dating scandal would do it. Boss’s been on my case for the whole week on writing an article to shock the audience and wants me to release a major headliner story in two weeks, or that asshole’ll fire me. Damn it, Kim Seokjin!” you hissed out before slamming your forehead onto the desk.

“Man, be careful with your volume; if he hears your tone, he’ll chew you out for another hour that you could be using to research. Boss Kim is picky like that with everyone because our company’s a small piece of seaweed in a system dominated by crustaceous predators.” Jimin poked you in the side jokingly, his plush lips spread in a wide smile that lit up his exhausted face. “Just think really hard; use that big brain of yours and focus on a celebrity. Come on, no one’s perfect, even that one super famous idol Kim Taehyung must have some flaws, so don’t sweat it.”

“That golden boy? Man, the whole nation’s pussy-whipped for him. He couldn’t possibly be anything bu—,’’ you sharply inhaled before pushing your seat back and rapidly swiveling to face Jimin,’’ Park. Fucking. Jimin. Oh my God, you’re a fucking genius! A whole career with not even a speck of dirt… Come on, even pure-faced idol Soyeon was caught with a scandal last month. There must be something on the nation’s golden boy!’’

Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise with your sudden outburst, and he opened his mouth to speak. “Be careful about the way you go when you try to fish out info on him. His company’s security isn’t something easy to get through, and not a single celeb from that company has gotten into a single scandal. No reporters been able to get any dirt from them…”

“Which means that…there’s something sketchy happening. Jimin, Jimin, have I told you I’m in love with you?’’

You turned around quickly in your chair, spinning in glee. Jimin dropped his mouth open to sputter something, and his cheeks were tinging red, but you weren’t looking at or even listening to Jimin at hat point, having already cracked open your laptop to furiously type Kim Taehyung into Naver. This was it! Your big break! Your motivation sky-rocketed, and you felt the first rush of energy that wasn’t fueled by some caffeinated drink in a long while.

Two hours later, you were ready to throw up.

All of the results were sickeningly the same bullshit, as what was expected for someone as beloved by the nation as Kim Taehyung was. You couldn’t fathom the amount of fancams and magazine spreads of him posing on some brown leather sofa and fact pieces—hell, you even knew what kind of socks the man liked—that you had spent the past hours scrolling through.

Realizing that the office was nearly empty, and that the sky was dimming into a dark hue, you were about to shut down your laptop and call it a long fucking day when a tweet on someone’s SNS caught your eye.

@truth-teller: kim taehyung? nation’s golden boy? are you all really sure about that nonsense?

The tweet was spammed with angered replies, so many that the thread seemed to stretch on for at least a mile, but your interest was piqued. This was the first word of slander you had ever witnessed against Taehyung. You quickly pounded out a message to the account.

@name_01: hey, I saw your tweet about taehyung! Do you perhaps have any more information on him? I find him suspicious too.

You tapped send and waited with bated breath for a reply. Minutes crept by, and you were about to turn off your phone and head out of work when you noticed three dots pop up, dancing before disappearing.

@truth-teller: you fr? I had to suspend my acc because of all the spam I got. No one’s believed me on it, but I have proof

You chewed on your lip. What if this was a joke, and you were just wasting your time on some internet troll with too much time on their hands. It seemed like you were taking too long to reply because another message popped up.

@truth-teller: if you don’t believe me then that’s fine. I don’t have to waste my time

@name_01: WAIT! Sorry, it took me a second to comprehend this information… Please tell me more.

You were worried that the account wouldn’t reply anymore, and that you had ruined your opportunity before the three dots popped up again and another message was sent.

@truth-teller: ok, if you want to find out more let’s move to a better messaging platform, just in case my acc gets suspended by more fans. here’s my number: xxx-xxx-xxxx

It was a gamble to send some stranger on the internet your number, but at this point, you were too desperate to really give a damn. There was a story just out of the reach of your fingertips; you would be a fool to deny the carrot on a stick you were being provided.

@name-01: okay, I’ll message you.

Name: hey! Truth-teller right? This is me from the messages

JK: yeah that’s me. I prefer JK when I’m not on sns tho

Name: I’m (y/n). I don’t mean to sound like I’m hurrying you, but I want to hear what you have to say about Taehyung.

JK: lol r u a reporter or smth? Real bossy of you keke

You sucked in a breath. Should you reveal that?

Name: haha would it be bad if I said I was?

There was no response for the next 15 minutes. Exhaling a long sigh, you decided that you should at least maneuver your way home; the office had been cleared out completely during your conversation with this JK, and you couldn’t help the creeps that the emptiness gave you. If anything, the walk back to your place would give you some outlet for the nervous energy radiating throughout you. You were nearly at the door of your apartment when your phone vibrated in your pocket, signaling a message.

JK: just checking. Makes sense that you’re one though. It’d be nice if you could break this story out, but I hope you trust me enough after I tell you what I know

You clicked the door shut behind you, your eyebrows creased as you stared at your phone screen.

Name: don’t worry. I trust you!

You dropped your bag down onto the sofa before throwing your body onto the seat. The three dots under JK’s name popped up for several minutes before disappearing. In the place of the three dots, a long message had been typed out.

JK: I didn’t really think much of taehyung when I first heard about him since he’s the nation’s golden boy or whatever bs title they call him nowadays, but my sister’s friend was a big fan of him. she went out with my sister and they met him in some shady club in gangnam. my sister’s friend got to talk to him exclusively and my sister got separated from her and got a text from her friend saying that she had smth come up and she already went home. she tried to contact her friend the day after, but she got a text back saying that her friend wasn’t feeling well. my sister’s friend was “best friends’’ with her but she didn’t contact my sister again until a week later saying she got a job opportunity overseas and already was about to board on the plane because it was important she got there fast. my sister’s friend didn’t contact her again like she dropped off the face of the earth

You pursed your lips in contemplation as you tapped out a message back, your nails clicking against the screen.

Name: ?? Are you sure that isn’t a coincidence?

JK: yeah, I thought so too but it was rly sus that my sister’s friend who had known my sister for 12 years to suddenly go overseas for a job opportunity without telling her at all. and when my sister tried to get new contact info from her friend there was no reply. but I got curious and since I do some computer work for my job i wanted to see if I could track the ip address of her phone but there was nothing. her last previous ip was all the way back in gangnam and my sister’s friend lived in incheon. that was a red flag so I decided to go talk to the landlord at my sister’s friend’s old apartment and the landlord said he didn’t see her come back since before that night but woke up to a fully paid lease and the apartment cleared out 

You squinted your eyes at the screen, unable to properly process the information that this so-called JK had just given you. Chewing on your lip, you closed your eyes briefly before opening them back up and typing back a message.

Name: anything else? Sorry…just seems a bit far-fetched.

JK: think whatever then. I have to go to work now

Right when JK’s message popped up, another message pinged on your cell. You refused to let yourself ponder more on JK’s last message as you clicked on your friend’s text notification.

Platonic LOML <3: BAE, R U FREE TONIGHT? I’m lonely n want someone to come with me to this club— ik you’re not into clubs but pretty please

You were about to reply with a refusal when JK’s words came up to your mind again. You didn’t know why, but there was a sharp feeling in your gut that told you that you couldn’t miss this opportunity Call it silly intuition or some coincidental fabrication spurned by your mind, but that feeling persisted until you typed out a reply to your friend.

Name: okay fine. Come over in 30.

Taehyung swirled the liquid in his glass, watching the deep burgundy of the wine stain the glass a soft pink. His head was hurting again, and the new medication he had been taking for them on advice of the company didn’t work.

He scanned the dim, musty club, watching the pulsating lights cloak the dancing bodies in sallow shades of pale yellow. This club was a downgrade from his previous celebrity-exclusive club that he had gone to the previous week, but his manager had told him that if he really wanted peace, he should choose an area where no one would really know him.

Taehyung knew the real reason why his manager had insisted on this. Deaths of other celebrities were much harder to cover up after all.

Pity he actually followed his manager’s advice for once. The wine in here, despite the bougie price tag, was complete shit and provided him a slight buzz at best. And there was no one who really caught his eye out of the crowd of people. As he was about to get up from his seat and leave the club for somewhere with better—he contemplated going back to that celebrity club just to fuck with his company—pickings, he caught sight of someone entering the club.

You looked absolutely gorgeous, swathed in a black shift that you kept fighting to keep over your ass—and god, was it a plump ass too, the kind that made Taehyung’s cock hard in his tight black pants—with hair framing your face in a breathtaking way that showed glimpses of sparkling jewelry. Your friend, some chick with dyed green hair that Taehyung didn’t bother paying attention to, was clinging onto your arm, dragging you near the dance floor.

Taehyung knew.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

His head seemed to clear from the mind-numbing throb it always had when he spent too much time without another victim to take his aggression out of. Feeling the cool metal of the blade he always had tucked near his body, Taehyung sat back down in his seat, a playful smile perking at the edges of his lips. Funny enough, the blood thirst that never seemed to properly leave him was gone from his mind, an occurrence that was as rare as the pills the company liked shoving down his throat actually working for once.

You maneuvered your way over to the bar, to him, your friend pouting as she noticed you leaving before melting away into the crowd of grinding bodies. Taehyung swore then and there that the attraction between you and him was absolutely magnetic, with the way you seemed to pull the other towards one another.

He watched as you ordered some pretty-colored martini, adorably scrunching your face as the burn of alcohol coated your tongue and hit the back of your throat with a singe.

Maybe, Taehyung though to himself as he propped his chin lazily on his palm, he should really start listening to his manager more often.

Your mind was in a haze, and you didn’t even notice the man next to you until he was nearly pressed to your side, barely leaving a gap of space between the two of you.

You glanced at him, your tipsy mind suddenly sobering up as you realized who the man sitting next to you was. Kim Taehyung? What the fuck was he doing here?

“Another drink for a pretty lady?” Taehyung’s teeth showed as he charmingly flashed an award-winning coquettish smile at you, his already extremely handsome features seeming to increase in beauty from the grin.

You remembered JK’s words and a chill ran up your spine. God, his messages didn’t seem so implausible now, did they? Goosebumps rose up on your skin, freezing you to the bar table. Were…Were you his next victim?

You swallowed dryly as you tried to calm your racing heartbeat. The side of you that was a reckless journalist wanted to take a nosedive at the headliner just out of reach, but the rational side of you knew that leap of faith had a much bigger chance of you ending up disappearing off for a new job opportunity overseas, as Taehyung’s company would have it. You couldn’t write a good story if you were dead, after all.

“Thank you, but I can pay for my own drinks,’’ your lips twitched slightly as you forced them into a hopefully convincing gentle smile, refusing his offer softly before moving your body casually a few inches away from him,” Having drinks bought by strangers isn’t really my thing.”

Your smile must’ve looked a hell of a lot less nervous than you actually felt and a lot more convincing too because Taehyung’s shoulders, which had previously been winded like he was a predator getting ready to pounce on prey, seemed to relax at your words.

There was a dark gleam in his eyes when he again invaded your personal space and pushed his body near yours. He leaned in and whispered softly into your ears, his voice clear despite the early 2010s hits blaring from the speakers by the dance floor.

“If you’re scared of strangers, why don’t we get to know each other a bit?’’

Your fake smile grew stiff on your face. You felt like you were going to hurl the convenience store meal of ramen that you had scarfed before coming to the club all over the bar and Taehyung’s expensive luxury bran clothes. You could feel a sense of dread in your bones, the kind a prey animal would feel as a predator focused its carnivorous attention on them.

You forced a fake laugh, trying to drive the message that you were just not interested to Taehyung as loud and clear as you could manage.

“No thanks; I have enough people I’m close to. If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ve left my friend alone for far too long on the dance floor.”

You pushed yourself off the bar table, flashing a strained polite smile before you headed over the dance floor, trying to keep your pace slow and steady instead of breaking out into the outright run you wanted to do.

Taehyung inhaled the linger scent of your perfume, a natural smell that sweetly layered itself over the damp musky air of the club. His eyes, even as you tried to focus on the pounding music and forget the fear embedded deeply in your gut, never seemed to leave your form. Even when you burrowed yourself deeply into the crowd away from his view, you could still feel it.

You found yourself painfully sober after that encounter, trying to look normal in front of your friend for the rest of the night that seemed to painstakingly drag on for eternity. Even when you had the short 2-minute walk from the cab you took to your front door, you didn’t stop looking over your shoulder, still feeling the chill that came with the thought of Taehyung’s gaze. When you got inside your home, the bubbling nausea in your stomach took control over you, and you ended up heaving your dinner down the toilet.

When you managed to somewhat pull yourself together, you typed out a quick message with practically shaking fingers to the only one you could think of in that moment would understand what you were feeling, You stared at your unsent message before hastily pressing send.Name: I didn’t know who to talk to, but I saw Taehyung at the club today. I think you’re right about what you said about Taehyung.

Name: I didn’t know who to talk to, but I saw Taehyung at the club today. I think you’re right about what you said about Taehyung.

Ping!

You barely managed to fall asleep that night, and your eyes painfully ached when you peeled your eyelids open, hurriedly grabbing your phone and turning it on to check your messages.

JK: what happened? Sry for late response. Job keeps me busy all night

Your fingers flew over the keyboard as you typed out your message, furrowing your eyebrows in concentration as you tried to relay the events of your night in hopefully comprehensible words.

Name: I went with my friend to some sketchy club idk what area at this point but I went to the bar and I felt someone come up to me ?? I turned and realized it was Taehyung, and he offered to buy me a drink but I declined. Makes me sick how I could’ve been his next victim, so I tried to leave and go back to where there was more ppl in the club, But I can’t stop thinking about the look in his eyes. There was something sickening in them, I couldn’t put my finger on it.

JK didn’t respond for a bit, and you exhaled a trembling breath when his message popped up.

JK: be careful. Im glad you managed to get away

Name: I’m scared. I didn’t know what to do, but hopefully I’ll never see him again once I get this scoop out.

JK: stay safe. Thx for telling me. Text me if anything else happens.

You let out a shaky breath before clicking your phone off, your nerves still rattled but slightly more calmed down after talking with JK. You had to get ready for work, but at this rate, you weren’t even sure how you would be able to get through the day. Maybe you should take a sick day? No, you couldn’t.

The elevator dinged closed behind you as you stepped out of it into the office. As you were about to take a seat at your desk, your boss rushed out of his office, relief, something he never showed to you, evident on his expression once he caught sight of you.

“(Y/n)! Come into my office; I have an important job for you,’’ your boss ushered you into his office without another word, practically pushing a baffled you into the room frantically,” You know the company that manages Kim Taehyung? They reached out and agreed to an exclusive one-on-one interview with Kim Taehyung only, and only, if you agreed to the interview.”

You stiffened, your body frozen as you tried to process the words your boss had just spoken. Your brain seemed to be running a marathon as you computed the words your boss said, and you could only meekly respond with a limp,” Why me? Can’t somebody…Can’t someone else take over? Boss…you know I’m not that experienced.”

Boss Kim barely paid any attention to your words as he rested a hand on your shoulder with a confident look on his face.

“Then, use this opportunity to get more experience. You want to show the world that you’re a journalist by getting a scoop? Then take this interview! You know the company never agrees to exclusive one-on-one interviews unless they’re all staged, but there wasn’t even talk of this being staged at all. If you can use this opportunity and get something big, won’t this be your biggest step towards a great journalist career?’’ your boss exclaimed,’’ If you back out, another chance like this won’t come again!”

As much of an asshole Boss Kim was sometimes, you could find the logic in his words. Besides, it must be a coincidence that Kim Taehyung wanted you specifically to give him an interview; maybe he wanted a newbie, so they wouldn’t have much experience trying to fish out personal details and twist his words.

That’s right. There was no way he even remembered what you looked like. You guys interacted for, what, a solid 2 minutes last night. And if you did this interview right, you could use it as a building block as evidence for the headliner you intended to release with what JK had told you.

You exhaled, nodding your head firmly.

“I will. I’ll take this interview.”

Boss Kim’s face brightened, making him look much more like the stereotypical handsome CEO character found in dramas. Since he always looked exhausted and stressed out, he always seemed more intimidating, an aura that seemed to scare off any thoughts about how gorgeous he actually was. You had to admit: your heart did flutter a bit at his face.

“Excellent! He’s waiting in the meeting room right now! You only need, what, six hours to prepare, right?”

Fuck, you take back that heart flutter. Boss Kim was an asshole.

“S-Sir,’’ you sputtered,” I can’t…’’

Before you even finished your words, Boss Kim was already ushering you back out of the office.

“I believe in you! You got this!”

He closed the door behind you. You swallowed back the mouthful of swears you wanted to spew before scrambling towards your desk.

You weren’t prepared, but you knew you would do anything for a scoop.

Exactly 6 hours and seventeen seconds later, you were primly seated in front of Kim Taehyung.

The seats were annoyingly too close, and you cursed Boss Kim in your heart, knowing that the reason why the chairs were placed in such an unprofessional manner was because Boss Kim wanted to create the perfect intimate setting for no cost. If you tried to extend your legs, you’d end up smacking them straight into Taehyung’s legs.  

You, although disgruntled, had to admit that there was a reason why so many major brands wanted him as their model. He was handsome under the shitty lighting of the musty club last night, but here, with his hair and makeup carefully done despite the fluorescent lighting of the room, he was every synonym of the word beautiful combined into one person.

Blond strands of his hair brushed his chiseled features, and his eyes, curved attractively and framed with delicate long wisps of eyelashes, was intensely focused on your face. He looked ever like a marble statue, carved with attention and detail to be the most perfect specimen artistry could ever create. But he wasn’t perfect; that was what you knew. And that would also be what would you get just one step ahead of him.

You swept a piece of hair and tucked it behind an ear as you scanned your hastily scribbled notes. His eyes clung to that movement, as if he was mesmerized by your every action, and you peeked a look through your lashes. Your eyes met, and you forced a stiff smile.

“Kim Taehyung-ssi,’’ you rolled your shoulders back into a proper posture, gingerly extending a hand out for him to take,” Good morning. It’s an honor to be able to do an interview with you.”

The edges of his lips tilted upward, and there was a playful glint in his eyes as his previous fiercely predatory state melted into the façade he put up in front of the public. He reached out and took your hand, throwing you off guard as he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

“Likewise, it’s an honor to have an interview with you, (Y/n).’’

Yuck, you were going to have to wash your hands later. Anyways, what kind of person even kissed the back of people’s hands nowadays? This was the 21st century for fuck’s sake. You somehow kept your grimace to yourself.

You nervously laughed as you practically yanked your hand back out of his grasp. You casually wiped the back of your hand on the fabric of your skirt, disguising the movement as simply brushing off dust. Taehyung’s eyes didn’t leave any of your movements, and he laughed a little as he realized just what you were doing.

Oh, you were so interesting. You weren’t like the rest of them, the fans that threw themselves at him adoringly; hell, he was sure you weren’t even a fan. He was entranced. When he was close to you, the headaches seemed to fade; he didn’t want to drown himself in another body when he was with you. He didn’t want to kill when he was with you.

You ignored his burning gaze, breezing through the beginning parts of the interview. Finally, you reached the part that you had been anxiously preparing for.

“So, I heard that you’re trying out a new actor role. As a model and an artist and now an actor, we have to admit that your talents are incredibly versatile, Kim Taehyung-ssi.’’ You continued speaking. “Could you tell us a little more about this role?’’

“You flatter me too much, (Y/n).’’ He purposefully had left any formalities to the wind in this interview, a move that made you want to grind your teeth. “Yes, I was offered one of the leading roles in a new thriller movie. I’ll be acting as one of the charismatic but complex characters. I hope to show you and all of my fans a new side to Kim Taehyung.”

“Ah, a new side,’’ you nodded lightly,” Your new role as a charismatic serial killer who targets his admirers is certainly what many would call…complex. How do you go about preparing for such a twisted role?”

“Hmm…,’’ Taehyung’s lips curled up menacingly for a brief moment before fading away into a breezy smile,’’ It’s quite difficult to immerse myself into a role in which I have limited experience in, so I like to read through the script and make a map of what the character is like. What motivates him; what makes him so…complex, as you called it. I pretend to be like the character. How do I make myself think like him? That’s the question I like to try to find an answer to.”

“Ah, this is simply my personal opinion, but to truly play the character requires some true life experience…Is it possible that you’ve ever done anything similar to what the character has done in real life?”

A pin seemed to drop in that very moment from the silence that crowded the room. Everyone in the room froze and stared at you, their glances less than pleasant. You bore it all as you stared intently into his eyes. Slip up, you prayed, do something that will make you slip up. There was not even a brief soft sound in the 10 seconds that it took for Taehyung to respond.

He was rigid, the smile plastered on his face barely fading. Come on, you begged, expose yourself just a bit.

“Your response is lagging for just a bit, Kim Taehyung-ssi. It makes you seem guilty just a bit, doesn’t it?’’

He snapped out of it right then and there.

“I was simply contemplating my response. Your impatience is something not so befitting of a formal interview. To answer your question, isn’t a role just a role at the end of the day? If you think about it, I’m not the only person to have played a role like this. Many actors and actresses have done so without any thought of relating it to their real life. After all, a role is simply an imaginary self.”

You both stared into each other’s eyes, and you felt the gazes of other people around you burn into you.

You settled on a retreat. It was fine; this interview was just the first building block. You laughed lightly, throwing off the previous tense silence easily.

“Of course! We wouldn’t expect nothing but, right? We hope to see your talent truly shine through in this new role!’’

The tenseness in the room seemed to slip away right then, and the deathly gazes on you flitted away, like they were never there in the first place.

You let out a sigh as you left the interview room. God, that was terrifying, but you knew that you had to do what you had just previously done. What you had just done asserted the theory that you had. His company was hiding something about him, and that something was nothing less than downright horrific.

JK, you thought to yourself, I’m going to expose this story, just you wait.

“You weren’t just going to leave, huh?’’

You heard a familiar voice speak behind you, and you quickly spun around.

“Kim Taehyung-ssi,’’ you forced out of your throat,’’ I believed you had already left.”

“I was going to, but I wanted to speak to you about the interview. The company rarely lets me do interviews, so it was really refreshing to have one done with you. We worked so well together, and I would like to thank you for the pleasant experience you had given me with dinner. You must be starving, right?’’

You had been starving earlier, but one word from Taehyung left your stomach churning in nausea.

“No!’’ your voice was a bit too loud, so you hastily softened it,’’ No, that’s not necessary. You don’t need to thank me.”

Taehyung took steps closer to you, and you unconsciously took a step back. Noticing your movements, he looked at you and flashed a grin that might’ve looked harmless to others but outright menacing to you.

“Are you scared of me?’’ his voice was almost like a purr. You fought back a shiver, straightening your back and looking him straight in the eyes.

“No,’’ you stabilized your voice, keeping a waver out of it,” Why would I be scared of you? You’re not some higher being than me just because you’re a celebrity. You’re human, after all. But, as you can see, I have work to do, so I will have to politely decline your offer.”

“You can have the rest of the day off.”

You spun around on your heels, your gaze colliding with Boss Kim’s. When did he arrive?

“Sir! Boss! No, if I skipped out on work, I’d be a burden to everyone. Besides, I—,’’ your voice was cut off by another voice.

“It’d be good to establish a positive relationship between your company and ours. Your boss would usually be the one to go to a dinner, but I believe he already has plans. Any work you were unable to fulfill today will be taken care of.”

The voice seemed to chill you to the bone. You turned to make eyes with a man. Was he…Taehyung’s manager? Although he was handsome, the kind of handsome that was comparable with Taehyung’s, something about him churned your stomach. While Taehyung was like a predator waiting to pounce on his prey, the man behind this voice was already sinking his teeth into the neck, wringing out the… You snapped out of your thoughts.

Snap out of it, you mentally scolded yourself.  

“How about it?’’ Taehyung’s manager coldly smiled, his tone like glaciers.

You opened your mouth to try to refute, but with the burning gaze from your boss, you could only dip your head in a bow, your voice low.

“Thank you for the offer. I accept.”

They couldn’t kill you, right? It’d be too obvious.

You followed them out, and when you passed by Boss Kim, you made a panicked glance at him. What greeted you made you halt briefly in your pace.

When Boss Kim made eye contact with you, he patted your shoulder in what should’ve been reassurance. His lips spread out in a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Don’t disappoint me, hmm?’’

His words, spoken low and steady, left a chill in your veins as you kept walking, and the sliding doors of the elevator dinged close behind you, effectively trapping you with Taehyung and his manager.

You somehow made it out of the elevator and through the tense car ride alive. Now, you were seated next to Taehyung himself in the private room of a restaurant. Smoke rose from the grill, briefly obscuring your view of his manager from across you.

You tried to think positively of the situation. If Taehyung was drunk, maybe he’d slip up, but…you made a furtive glance at his manager from across the grill, slightly jolting when your eyes collided with his own. The fear that nearly overcame you made you nauseous.

“A drink?”

Taehyung’s voice broke the tense silence, and you turned to see him already raising his glass. You stiffly smiled, barely managing to keep the nervous twitch out of the curves of your lips.

“I don’t drink.”

“It’s impolite to decline a friendly offer. Come on, a toast to a wonderful…partnership.” Taehyung chuckled, raising his glass, as he leaned his chin onto the propped palm of his hand,” And we wouldn’t want a bad start to it.”

You were panicking by now, but you could imagine what Boss Kim would say if Taehyung’s company pulled out because of something so miniscule. You couldn’t afford to lose your job, not with the way you had fought tooth and nail to get your position; you wouldn’t last a month without your job or the meager protection it gave you.

You made your decision, a decision you would’ve done anything else but avoid, and tilted the glass up, clinking it against Taehyung’s glass. Turning away, you made it look like you were lightly sipping the drink, but you only allowed the liquid to slightly wet your lips. You set down the still-full glass and smiled pleasantly.

“I can only drink this much. Anymore, and I would experience terrible side effects.”

Taehyung didn’t seem even irked by your feeble attempt at pretending; instead, his eyes filled with amusement. He didn’t stop staring at you, and the threatening vibe of it caused you to unconsciously delve into your habit of gripping your glass of water and drinking it in an attempt to calm your nerves.

You placed the empty glass back down before resuming anxiously picking at your food. A pair of chopsticks—specifically Taehyung’s chopsticks—placed a piece of barbecued meat on your bowl of rice.

“Not feeling hungry? You need to eat. Skipping meals is bad for your health,’’ Taehyung beamed as he watched you carefully pick up the piece of meat and eat it. It would’ve been delicious any other time, but the churning in your gut made it taste like sand in your mouth. You dryly swallowed it.

“I’m heading to the restroom.”

You heard Taehyung’s manager speak in his flat tone, and you threw a skittish glance at him as he stood up and walked out of the private room, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

“Ah, now that that nuisance is out of the way, why don’t we talk more?’’ Taehyung’s tone was playful, and you flinched as he leaned closer to you, his breath brushing against the outer shell of your ear.

“Kim Taehyung-ssi,’’ you gritted the name through your teeth,” Please respect my personal space.”

He laughed lowly before he dropped a hand on your thigh. You were about to make a move to push him away, but your body suddenly felt tired, like you weren’t quite in control anymore.

“Come on, do what I say, and your little news company will do so much better. Your boss didn’t tell you this, but your company’s going bankrupt. One peep from me, and your company will rise in ranking, but I can only do that if I’m in a…happy mood.”

Taehyung pressed even closer to you, his nose against the curve of your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply in. His hands moved from his side and he ripped open the buttons of your shirt, groping your bra-covered tits. You let out an incoherent mumble in response, trying to flimsily kick at him.

Where was the waiter? Why was his manager taking so long? They planned this!

Disgust and heat coiled in your gut, but you were too dizzy to move. Something…that bastard…Did he spike your water? You were too careless, fuck. Taehyung moved one hand to tilt your chin up before his lips met yours. Despite how sloppy of a kiss it was, you could tell he was experienced, practically tasting every inner crevice of your soft mouth with his tongue, and you should’ve continued to be revolted, but whatever pill in your system had you melting into his mouth.

Taehyung seemed to sense the turmoil and conflict in you and the soft give of your will, and that seemed to make him even braver. He slid a hand up your skirt, his touch hot even through the fabric of your stockings, and you let out a startled moan against his lips, drool dribbling down the corners of your mouth. He pulled back, and you could barely see through the teary haze of your eyes. It had been too long since the last time you had a good fuck. You just wanted to be touched…wanted to be fucked so hard his cock would press against your womb.  

“I just want to see you let go a bit, baby,’’ there was the triumph of domination in his voice. The sober part of you wanted to rebel, wanted to push and scream and kick him away, but you weren’t sober, weren’t clear-minded. Your legs spread as if begging for more of his touch.

He ripped his fingers through your stocking, and the material easily gave way underneath his strength. You could feel the damp spot on your panties, growing as he rubbed his fingertips against your drooling pussy. You shivered slightly in delirious pleasure as his finger rolled over your throbbing clit.  

“Mmph!’’ you let out a sound as he pushed your soaked panties to the side and pushed his fingers deep into your pussy. You couldn’t object, not when your pussy was stretching with a spine-tingling ache around his fingers, and especially not when he begin to set a teasing pace. He pushed his fingers in, and you shut your eyes in shame as your moans grew louder.

Your toes curled as his movements grew faster, reaching deep into you, and you were so, so close. Oh my god you could feel…and you were cumming hard. Your walls shivered and twitched around his still moving fingers, and you murmured a dazed plea as he finally stilled and pulled his fingers out. You, still twitching from how hard you came earlier, were ashamed to see the way his fingers glistened with the remnants of your arousal and orgasm.

The sound of his pants being unclasped drew you out of your drugged state. No, he wasn’t going to…Come on, snap out of it, snap out of it.

He drew back closer again, and you sucked in a breath, trying to push through your daze. He leaned in. You managed to bring your arms up to the table, grabbing the nearest object that you could reach. Your trembling fingers closed around your nearly empty water glass, and you took it, raising it and smashing it as hard as you could over his head. Water, ice cubes, and glass shards struck as the glass broke. Taehyung, not expecting the blow, had a temporary moment of weakness, and you managed to push him off you.

You shoved yourself up onto shaky legs, wrapping the ripped blouse around your weakened body, and forced yourself into a run outside of the room. The hallway of the restaurant around the private rooms was empty, devoid of any person. You frantically looked over your shoulder, relieved that you didn’t see him coming after you. This was a public place, though it was late at night, and you knew Taehyung wouldn’t risk his perfect reputation. But still, you remembered his manager was still out there.

You couldn’t let them kill you…You had to survive! You broke into a blind run, ignoring the strange looks and the calls you got from the restaurant’s staff as you pushed out of the restaurant into the street. You kept running despite the dizziness of your mind, and you could barely see what was in front of you before…You crashed into someone, slamming into their body so hard that you were sent sprawling to the ground.

“Please…,’’ you choked out, your voice strangled, crying out a desperate plea as you grabbed onto their clothes,’’ Please help me.”

Your mind was dizzy, splotches of colors splattering your blurry vision. Your body had overexerted yourself, and you prayed that you wouldn’t end up a dead body on the news as your grip around the clothes went lip, and you collapsed into the road. Through the buzzing of your ears, you could hear a startled voice call out, feel a firm touch grab your shoulders and try to shake you awake. Some strange hope rose in you; maybe…maybe…?

You murmured desperately one last mumble, your words barely making sense, as you spiraled into unconsciousness.  

“JK…please help me.”

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Secrets and Seduction (Tammy x Reader)

Summary: You’re asked last minute to babysit for Tammy when some unplanned events take place which leads to an even more unexpected situation. You’re long awaited dream is about to become a reality.

Words: 3,348

Warnings: NSFW (just cunnilingus)

Author’s note: I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is my first shot at writing anything smut related so please comment or message me any feedback! It’s much appreciated!!! Also I just wanted to extend a thank you to everyone who liked/reblogged Confessions with Cordelia, it really means a lot. I’m done talking now, enjoy darlings! Mwah!

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It was Saturday afternoon when you received a text from the docile blonde who was secretly the subject of most of your thoughts these days. You knew it was wrong especially since you were quite a bit younger than her however, ever since Tammy’s inconsiderate asshole of a husband left, you couldn’t get her off your mind.

Hey Y/N, I know that it’s last minute but I just got a called in. Would you be willing to babysit Keri tonight?  

Of course, Tam Tam, I’d love to! What time do you need me? Even though you shouldn’t your mind drifted to other situations where she may need you but you shook it off before hitting send.  

Oh Y/N, are you sure it’s not an inconvenience? I don’t want to cut into any plans you may have!

C’mon Tam Tam, you know I never have plans and even if I did, I’d gladly drop them to help you out. :)  

Well as long as you’re sure. Could you get here by 4:00?  

Done and done! See you then! :)

You looked at the time...3:00. An hour to get ready, you had to look nice in front of Tammy even if it was only for a little bit. You went up and grabbed your favorite burgundy dress as your mind reminded you that Tammy complimented it the one time she saw you wear it. It had sheer lace quarter length sleeves and fell to just about the knees. You brush your knotted Y/H/C mane before adding some winged black liner and mascara. You completed the makeup with some deep reddish-brown matte lipstick. Before exiting and heading out into the fall air, you throw your black pea coat and flats on.

When you arrived, you noticed the blonde carrying heavy duffel bags to the trunk of the car to which you rush over to take a couple from her hands. Tammy releases a sigh of relief before heaving the bags into the trunk with a loud thump. She was breathing heavily from the exertion; her hair was slightly tousled from sweat and trying to rush around yet she still looked breathtaking as always. You felt your mouth go dry as your mind started wandering to other moments when she would look like this.  

“Y/N? Y/N!” Tammy shouts snapping you out of your daydream. Her hand coming to rest on your shoulder, the touch gives off heat so intense you feel it through your rather thick coat. “Are you alright sweetheart?”  

“Y-yeah Tam Tam, I’m sorry I was just thinking, you know how I get.” A nervous laugh escapes your mouth making her giggle. Her hand giving your shoulder a squeeze before releasing it, she opened her mouth like she had something to say but was interrupted by her cell phone ringing.  

“Yes...yes. I’m leaving now Lou, see you in a bit. Bye.”  

You tense up when you hear Lou’s name leave the beautiful woman’s lips. You knew they worked together, granted you didn’t know what they did for work but early on you decided that was none of your business. If Tammy was happy you weren’t going to pry. Lou was at a party that Tammy had once, she seemed really nice nevertheless you had a sense of distaste towards the other blonde when you realized she was rather handsy. This fact too was none of your business since Tammy was not yours to claim but you couldn’t help being bitten by envy. It wasn’t known if the mother was interested in women yet if she was your mind knew that Lou would have a way better shot than you would, it hurt. The blonde shut the trunk before giving you a quick hug.  

“Thanks, so much Y/N, I owe you breakfast. Stay the night if you don’t have any plans tomorrow. I’ll see you later tonight!”  

“See you!” You yell back as she drives off with the window down waving at you.  

It was about 7:30 and you had put Keri to bed after your hours of making food for you both, painting her nails and dancing around ridiculously around the living room. The little girl was so adorable that you could never be upset when she was around. As you stood in the doorway watching her little form sleep for a minute before switching off the light your mind flashed back to a time six months into babysitting the little cutie. It was a night you just happened to hang out at the house because Tammy invited you for dinner as a thank you for your help.

“Looks like someone was sleepy.” You whispered to Tammy in the kitchen, pointing to the little girl’s body passed out across the couch. The gentle mother came in bending down to pick her daughter up, you stuck your arm out to stop her. “I got her.”  

You carried her up to her room, while Tammy finished up the last dish that was in the sink from dinner. Carefully you made it up the stairs into the girl’s room to tuck her sleeping form in, she stirred a bit as you told her goodnight and kissed her forehead.  

“Goodnight, love you Y/N.” The girl mumbled sleepily before turning over to continue sleeping.  

Your eyes were wide and your heart swelled. It was the sweetest thing ever, you realized Tammy thought so as well because when you got to the doorway she was standing off to the side. A beaming white smile lit up her face and a single tear was rolling down her cheek. You look to her with furrowed brows as if to ask ‘are you okay?’. As if reading your mind, she wiped the tear away and nodded smiling even wider before you both headed back downstairs.  

Just to give Tammy an update you texted her real quick to tell her Keri was asleep in her bed. After an hour passed with still no sign of the older woman so you snuggled up on the couch and switched-on Netflix and decided to watch Carol. It was one of your favorites and since the older woman was running late you figured there was no harm, she probably wouldn’t be back for a couple hours. Before the movie even started you heard the front door open and you frantically searched for the remote. Where in the hell did you put the remote? It was too late to change it, Tammy was already in the door, kicking off her shoes and walking over to you by the time you found the controller and were only able to pause the movie. The blonde doesn’t pay much attention to your frantic actions and proceeds to enter the kitchen while apologizing for being late and not being able to text you with a time frame like she usually did.  

“It’s okay. I know you get busy.” You say shrugging.  

“Would you like to have a drink with me? It’s been a long night.” Clinking of glasses came from the kitchen and you get up to join her, this wasn’t the first time you’d joined her for a glass of wine or two.

“Sure!”  

Tammy caught sight of your outfit for the first time that night as it was previously covered up by your coat on your arrival. Her mouth went dry as she took in your appearance and she was mesmerized, wine glasses all but forgotten for the moment.  

“Tam Tam...Tammy the wine!” You say louder to get her attention as the red liquid continued to overflow the glass making it spill onto the counter top.  

She looked down; eyes wide as she said ‘shit’ under her breath. You rushed over and grabbed the roll of paper towels that she was frantically looking for. After you were both done cleaning up the mess, she looked up at you with flushed cheeks, wiping the sweat from her palms on her shirt. “You look lovely Y/N.”  

It was your time to blush while avoiding her gaze as you thanked her quietly. She offers you the glass that she didn’t overflow while she herself bent down to the glass and slurped the liquid from the rim of the glass until it was low enough to pick up and carry to the living room. With the remote in hand, you were getting ready to quickly switch Carol off until she interrupted you.  

“I’d love to watch a movie. What were you going to watch?”  

Your cheeks get hot once again. “Carol. We don’t have to watch that though we can watch whatever you want.”  

She seems to ponder the title while she sets her glass down on the coffee table. “Oh, I’ve never heard of that movie I’d love to watch it! Go ahead and start it up and I’ll make us some popcorn, how does that sound?”  

Like I’m going to want to crawl into a hole to wallow in my embarrassment. You thought.

“Sounds great!”  

The movie starts playing and you practically shove popcorn in your mouth with every Therese and Carol scene. The next time you try to reach into the bowl you were shocked to feel soft skin against yours, you both pull your hands back slightly before taking turns grabbing more popcorn. After Tammy’s second glass of wine was gone you noticed she sat down closer to you on the couch now right up against your side actually now that the popcorn was gone. The bowl forgotten on the coffee table along with your finished glasses. You were relieved that the wine had helped you relax a bit, the blonde hadn’t seemed to mention anything about the two women interacting on screen which you took as a good sign. The perfume scene was now playing on the screen and you swallowed hard still a little nervous that the woman beside you will question you or comment. Instead, you feel a soft hand land on your knee before she copied Therese from the film, leaning in and nuzzling her nose into the side of your neck under your ear. She breathes in your perfume; it was her favorite you guessed since she typically always commented you when you wore the fruity scent.  

“Hmm...you always smell so wonderful Y/N.” Tammy whispers.  

Thankfully she turns her head and continues watching the movie that is until the Waterloo scene comes on making you shift in your seat a bit. You’re watching a lesbian sex scene with your very straight crush! How could you not squirm? Why did you agree to watch this with her you idiot? Because you can’t say no to her the other side of your brain rationalizes. With the internal questions reeling in your head, you don’t realize that Tammy’s face got closer again until you hear her speak.  

“Are you getting a little hot and bothered sweetheart?” She purrs in your ear making you shiver at the low octave of her voice. “I see the way you look at me Y/N. Do you think about me sweetheart?”  

You swallowed hard and your body betrays you by shivering again by the words being whispering in your ear. The light graze of unbelievably soft lips against your ear lobe.  

“Yes.” You breathe out.  

“Look at me Y/N,” You do as she says, her expression absolutely serious, “if you feel uncomfortable tell me okay?”

You quickly nod your head. This brings a smile to the blonde’s face before she brushes a piece of your Y/H/C hair behind your ear, her thumb caresses your cheek. You subconsciously lean into the touch and release a huge breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. Soft lips ghost over your own testing the waters before coming back for more with more pressure making you moan. You allow your hands to get buried in the golden tresses that you’ve longed so many times to touch bringing her closer to you as you kiss her with the same amount of enthusiasm as she did. Your lips trail along her jawbone to her neck where you kiss and nibble here, a mixture of gasps and moans leave her lips sending heat straight to your core. However, intruding thoughts pushes forward...what about your friendship? Why you? You pull back to look at her.  

“I-I’ve wanted this for so long Tam Tam...are you sure you want me? Y-you don’t want Lou?”  

In response she turns away from you, your stomach sinking for a minute regretting the questions that flowed from your lips until you see she undid her button of her pants.  

“First of all, Lou is with Debbie and no I do not want Lou. Come here Y/N.”  

You move closer to her on the couch until you are right beside her; your knees bumping her legs. She gently grasps your wrist and brings it into the waistband of her pants to cup her core through her underwear. Her thoroughly soaked underwear. You gasp shocked not only at the gesture but also at the fact that she was so wet, another shot of heat goes directly to your own core which you were sure was just as wet as hers. You move your fingers over her core just barely touching, she releases a small moan and grinds into your hand for more pressure.  

“Is that what I do to you?”  

She nods biting her lip and grinding into your hand once more. To Tammy’s dismay you remove your hand before kissing her again, your hands grab the hem of her shirt pulling it off and tossing it aside. If you were being honest you expected nude-colored undergarments, not that you minded because either way this is what you’ve wanted for so long. The subject of your dreams, and fantasies just...Tammy. You were pleasantly surprised to find that her bra was a dusted pink color that looked so beautiful against her pale skin. In an instant after drinking in the sight before you, your lips are all over her pale skin. First her lips, then her neck, from there your lips are everywhere...her collarbone, licking at the parts of exposed breasts that weren’t confined by the bra. Tammy arches her back to which you take this opportunity to reach around and unhook the material, tossing that aside to lay with her discarded shirt.  

Tammy watched in awe as she watched your Y/E/C eyes darken in lust before she felt your soft hands caress her perfectly sized B cup breasts. Just the right size to perfectly fit in your warm hands. She gasped when she felt your tongue flick against her nipple before taking her breast into your mouth, sucking on it before releasing it with a pop. All the while shimmying out of her pants as your hands made quick work of simultaneously pulling them down your hips. The blonde’s honey brown eyes met yours, the desire in them matching yours.  

“Y/N, you are wearing too many clothes sweetheart.”  

The words come out in heavy rasps and you realized you could get used to making Tammy breathless.  

“Can you help me out of them Tam Tam?” You ask with the same rasp to your voice.  

“I thought you’d never ask.” She leans towards you as you turned around for her to unzip your dress. As she did so you felt the coolness of her knuckles pass over the skin of your back causing you to shudder and gasp. The older woman’s mouth found the same spot and slowly kissed from your shoulder blades up to the side of your neck, prior to slowly dragging the top half of your dress over your shoulders and down to your hips. Her hands drag along the same path afterwards it felt like heaven, it was too good to be real. You needed confirmation as her lips then followed the path, she was everywhere.  

“Tell me I’m not dreaming. Tell me this is real.” You breathe out, craning your neck to the left side to give those wonderful lips better access to your pulse point. A nibble to that exact spot made you moan deep in the back of your throat.  

“Oh, Y/N this is very real. Stand up please I need to see you.”  

Tammy watches with hungry eyes as you do what she says and remove your dress revealing your black bra and panties. The primal look in those honey brown eyes is something you had never seen before however; it was definitely something you wanted to see more of. Her hands grab your hips gently and pull you towards her still seated form on the couch, her long slender fingers hook in either side of the waistband of your panties then slowly peeled the fabric down your legs. The older woman noticed your fingers fidget nervously at your sides as if wanting to cover up, which makes her take action by moving to the edge of the cushion and placing a kiss to the skin above your mound.  

The older woman scoots down the couch and lays back flat against the cushions then politely instructing you to straddle her hips. You follow her instructions of then removing your bra and easily follow as her hands press into your back causing your torso to lean forward. Her hands and mouth find your breasts sucking, kissing, and touching the ache in your core grew stronger to the point where you could barely stand it. Tammy must’ve felt your arousal against her hip bone because she grinded her hips up and moaned.  

“Come up here please sweetheart.” It took you a second to realize what her words were meaning exactly until your brain processed exactly where she wanted you. You were still hesitant though, no one had ever done that for you what if you didn’t smell or taste good. Tammy’s hands grabbed both of yours intertwining your fingers, the action made your stomach flutter. “Do you trust me?”  

You instantly nod. You trusted Tammy more than a lot of people in your life. This made you feel confident enough to let go of hands and climb your way up her body finding your balance on your knees straddling the beautiful woman’s face. A kiss is placed against your clit making you jump slightly. Within seconds you felt the older woman’s tongue on your pussy swiping through your folds before coming to suck on your clit. Your legs started to quiver but then you whimper in disappointment when you feel the lips release the sensitive bud.  

“Tammy.” You whine.

“Not yet.” You hear her mutter softly.

“Tammy please.” You whine again this time looking directly into her eyes. This is her weak spot, just like you, she never wanted to deny you anything.  

“Just remember you need to be quiet. Can you do that?”  

“Y-yes...yes just please Tam Tam, let me cum for you.”  

A moan leaves the beautiful lips below you before you feel the long thick tongue attacking your pussy again swiping through your lips once again before entering slowly into your soaking wet core. You had to bite your lip hard in between your teeth to keep your moans and screams at bay, her tongue was so talented as it filled you and hit the sensitive spot inside your walls. Fingers started rubbing your clit in quick, tiny circles, you looked down at her with your mouth open wanting to scream but thankfully no words escaped. Your Y/E/C eyes met hers and that was your undoing. Your thighs spasmed, pussy walls clenching against the warm, talented tongue belonging to the most beautiful woman. It was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had.  

Tammy quickly cleaned up every drop of your arousal moaning at the taste until you came down from your high. Moments later you laid there for a moment in each other's arms breathing heavily, feeling her fingers draw little patterns on your back.  

“Can I taste you Tam Tam?” You asked quietly.  

She smiled like a cat that caught a canary and kissed you passionately before sitting up.  

“Grab the clothes and follow me upstairs sweetheart.”  

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Kid's Lipstick (2/2)

I enter the kitchen, head throbbing like I’ve split my skull open. I’m sluggish, barely able to stand like a bag of bricks in water. The smell of burning cigarettes and fried food sickens me, making me regret coming in already. I crawl into a chair, letting my heavy head fall onto the table with a loud thud. The impact rattles my skull sending a wave of pain through my head. I throw myself back, groaning out in agony as the throbbing increases. The others chuckle. They’re talking amongst themselves but I’m too destroyed to bother absorbing their conversations. I look over to Killer, who is cooking breakfast, staring directly at me as he blindly chops food.

“Water,” I ask him in a pained tone. He nods , grabbing a glass from the cabinet. I bury my face into my arms. All the bright sun shining through the windows is killing me. It’s unbearable. Heat cracks a joke about me, this I notice, making the rest of them laugh as they chomp down on their meals. Someone pokes at my arm, I peek, seeing it was Wire sat beside me doing it.

“Stop laughing, it’s not funny.” I mumble, my voice echoing from my folded arms.

“You were really drinking hard last night.” Haikei proceeds to tease. I sit up, looking at the man directly in his black circular shades. I snatch the cigarette sitting between his fingers and smush its lit tip into the table.

“Hey!”

“Your smoking is going to make me more sick than I already feel! Kid said no smoking in the kitchen anyway.” I hiss, flicking the crushed cigarette back at him. An arm appears in front of me, placing a glass of water down. My dry mouth looks at the liquid hungrily, wanting to inhale an entire sea’s worth. I begin chugging its contents back hurriedly, feeling as though nothing will be able to quench my thirst at this rate. Before I can finish, I reach for the jug sitting in the middle of the table, lifting it to the glass without putting it down on the table. I keep filling myself until my stomach reaches its limit. I smack the empty cup down on the table, gasping viciously for air.

I burp loudly the sound of my greedy behavior echoing loudly through the room, shortly followed with an apology. I laze myself down on the table again, whimpering quietly to myself. Everyone gathered around the table is staring, eyes wide as they fork their breakfast into their mouths.

“What? Why are you staring?” I grouch at them. Oscar and Wire pull their gaze away. Silence fills the room with nothing but the sound sizzling food, which reminds me that I’m both famished and nauseated, a combination I hate more than anything. I know that my hangover won't end until I replenish my body, but the word food alone makes me want to regurgitate my own organs.

The door swings open and in comes Noe, grinning widely, seeming as fresh and energetic as ever. “Hey guys!” He greets. His eyes fall to me, peeking briefly from beneath his bucket hat. He chuckles amusedly. “Woah, you look like shit dude!”

“Fuck you Noe,” I spit, he brushes off the harsh response, patting my back as he walks past me and slides into one of the free chairs. The boys greet him, throwing in a couple jokes as they do.

“Well, I like the lipstick, it suits you.”

The room falls silent. I look to the others, who were all nervously exchanging glances, mostly between Noe, Killer and I. I look at the glass to see the burgundy print faintly along its rim. I rub at my lip, hard, seeing a minor shade red transfer onto my finger. I look back up at the guys to see they were staring at me as if I knew what was happening. I drop the glass and jump out of the chair in panic, fumbling over my words. I rush to the door, slamming it behind me in panic.

I rush to the medbay, hoping to catch Senior, he might know something. I throw open the door to see Kid sitting on a cot, clutching his temples with a pained expression. He and Senior both look over to me, Senior seeming caught off guard. My eyes meet Kids then Senior again. A smirk spreads across his lips. He already knows. My words stumble again, making a random jumble of sounds but no words come out. I throw the door closed and dart towards the sleeping quarters, the only place left that I can be safe.

I catch my reflection in one of the windows. I come to a hard stop, gliding on the freshly washed deck, nearly tumbling to the floor as I do. I study my reflection, seeing the familiar shade of lipstick staining my lips and the area surrounding them. It’s not a clown's job, that’s for sure..

Oh god... Oh god.

I take off once again, running down to my hammock and throwing myself into it, wrapping myself into a tightly enclosed cocoon. I pull my pillow to my face, screaming loudly into it, straining my throat as I do. As my voice dies out, I fall silent. I’m aching and frustrated and don’t remember anything.

“You know when we had that talk last night I was anticipating the situation to be resolved.” Killer's voice cuts the silence. Of course.

“I don’t remember a single thing after we talked.”

“That was obvious the second you entered the kitchen.” He retorts, seemingly monotoned. He’s not the least bit impressed with me.

I stir angrily. The shock in my system is fading but my heart is still pumping hard, mercilessly attacking my head.

“Are you here to make me miserable or do you have a point to make?”

“Hm,” he hums, “you can figure this one out on your own.” His tone harsh, different from usual. Instead of sounding like the heartless pirate he is, it almost sounds spiteful to my response. He turns, making his way out of the room shutting the door behind him, leaving me to sit in silence.

I really need to sleep some more.

More steps come and the door cracks open. Now frustrated,  I peel open my hammock and look over to see Noe walking over to me with a mug in his hand. The smell of coffee fills the room.

“What happened man?” He questions, plopping down against the wall next to me. He hands me the mug. I shake my head.

“I’m just really embarrassed.”

“Why? It’s not like you stripped and danced naked in front of us, although, that would have been fun.” Noe chuckled. I would have smacked him if he was in arms reach. I roll my eyes and plop my head down in my pillow again. He lightly sways my hammock, sitting silently in my company.

“How am I ever supposed to come back from wearing the captain's lipstick? This will haunt me for the rest of my days on this ship.”

“Stop being such a drama queen,” Noe shrugs, slurping his coffee loudly.

“Go fuck yourself Noe,” I mumble turning away from him, “you’re shit at offering comfort.”

“Sleep off the alcohol. We can talk when you’re less miserable.”

“Yeah hopefully then I’ll have the energy to bruise your face.”

The door to the sleeping quarters shuts.

***

I break from my deep slumber to loud stomping approach the room, the door slams open, almost falling off its hinges. The sudden commotion makes me jump and squirm in the hammock before falling out, landing fast first on the ground.

I groan loudly. “I don’t want to exist today,” I mumble, with my face still pressed into the ground, already feeling the bruise forming on my forehead. My head is still reminding me of my poor choices from last night. The extra sleep helped, but god I’m being punished for it. I roll myself over and look up to the silhouette blocking the light shining from the door. I can faintly make out Kids face. He’s pissed.

“I’m on watch duty aren’t I?”

“You were, I let you sleep in.” The captain growls down at me. For once he’s a little merciful. What the hell happened to make everyone act so weird?

He kneels down in front of me, lifting my head back and swiping his finger over my lips roughly. “There’s an enemy not too far ahead, we’re gonna them.”

I swat his hand away, tugging my head back from his hand. “Okay, I’ll get to the infirmary… and stop touching me.”

He narrows his eyes at me, making me freeze. I frown at him, what is happening? I scoot back a little bit and shakily stand myself up. Kid follows my actions, staring me down like I was hiding something from him. I know something is going on, and it's just hanging in the air, but I can’t deal with this now.

I bundle my hair up and tie it into a high ponytail, giving him the side eye as I turn to my trunk, kicking its side making the lid bust open. I tear off my crop top from last night and replace it with my work t-shirt, it still has a couple blood stains, but they match its icy blue color. Next is the gun Kid gave me, I load it, counting the bullets I have. He told me only to use it when someone attacks me while tending to someone. I’ve only had to use it a couple times.  I’m not supposed to fight, most of the time at least.

I fill the pockets of baggy pants with the bullets and slip my blade into my boot. Firmly sticking the cover inside so it doesn’t fall out. I throw my supply belt over my shoulder, tightly locking it over my chest and between my boobs. I catch him staring but his eyes quickly divert, his emotions making it hard to think about anything else. He remains still with his rage silently building as I continue to ignore the elephant in the room. I avoid look again, catching his gaze is typically the tipping point when he’s angry. I kick the trunk again and the lid falls closed. I make my way towards the door, spotting Killer strolling past, eyeing us down casually before disappearing again.

“You think you can just act like nothing happened.” Kid calls out to me. I come to a halt, nearly at the door and turn on my heels to face him again, almost jumping when I see his chest right in front of me. I look up to see his angered expression has softened slightly. I kick the door closed, unable to concentrate on him with the crew outside barking orders as they try to prepare for a fight.

I’m too tired to have this conversation now. Why now?

I sigh out. “Kid, I need to prepare the medical supplies. Seniors foot is broken, I have to work twice as hard.” My body itches. The curiosity in me is begging for answers but it feels more troublesome than rewarding at this rate. Everyone is acting off, and this is the last thing I need is to be messing up because of last night. “I don’t remember and I don’t want to try to right now.”

His eyes grow cold again, appearing angrier than before. Huffing out, he storms past, throwing me off balance as he does on his way out. I shouldn't have said that, in that way. It’s bothering me more than anything that he’s staying so calm about it. I spot the blond again by the door frame, silently watching me with his arms crossed, pretending to be casually hanging about.

“Yeah, yeah, I get the fucking message.” I huff out on my way out.

I beeline straight to the infirmary, helping only a couple men with ropes on the way when they needed me to. I open the door to see Senior sitting at his deck, leg propped up in his large cast. He’s reading that damn medicine book that's impossibly heavy with insanely tiny writing. He tilts the book at angle to give a look through his reading glasses, followed by a cocked brow.

“So.” He begins, just as I was hoping he wouldn't. I throw my head back, irked by his insistence to talk about Kid and I. He’s not the only one. It’s almost like the crew wants to be involved with this pointless drama. You would think as pirates they’d be too busy to worry about that.

“Not today, please.” I whine at him, grabbing one of the mouth rinses from one of the cupboards.

“That’s for mouth injuries.” Senior reminds me, without even looking up from his book. I often wonder if he has a third eye.

“Yes, well, I can’t get the taste of alcohol out of my mouth despite brushing my teeth twice today.” I throw the medicine back into my mouth, swirling the gross medicinal liquid around my mouth, making sure it’s coating my mouth entirely before spitting it out in a bucket.

“Maybe don’t get drunk.”

“I can break your other foot for you.” I snarkily respond slapping his casted foot. He hisses in response, giving me the stink eye. I wink at him, chuckling softly as I begin to  carefully pocket the medical supplies on my belt, organizing them by level of emergencies.

“Are you going to be alright on your own?” Senior questions me, now taking his feet off the table.

I adjust the belt over my shoulder, huffing annoyedly. “I don’t have a choice. I just hope none of the heavier boys need me to carry them.” Senior chuckles in response, clearly amused at the image.

“If it comes to it I’ll be out in a matter of seconds. You’ll be fine, it’s not an Emperor.”

I hum in response, thinking to myself quietly about last night. There’s not much I remember, just Kids eyes angrily staring me down as I make my way into his room. I drank almost half a bottle of whiskey on top of all that lager. Damn...no wonder my head feels like a balloon ready to burst.

I pop a pain killer in my mouth, chugging the glass of water on Seniors desk. “I’d usually kill you for that, but in your state I’ll forgive it.”

“You’re so merciful,” I sarcastically retort with an eyeroll, making my way back to the door. It swings open right as my hand reaches the handle and there stands his large figure. The light from outside burns my eyes, making me squint painfully as I stare up at him.

“Give us some privacy.”

I swallow the ball growing in my throat and step back, letting Senior step out on his crotches. Kid slams the door behind him, making me jump. His eyes are dark, filled with rage that I only ever see when he’s fighting. The ball in my throat drops, now pitting in my stomach instead.

He’s always been hard on me, snapping orders and reprimanding me when I’m wrong, but he’s never looked at me the way he does now. His nose crinkles as he snarls at me, bearing his teeth, ready to bite at any second. I look to his arm, seeing the veins in his arms bulging from his fist constantly balling up. He’s fighting with himself to stay calm. I can't look into his eyes, his gaze feral and ready to bite like a pack of hungry wolves. The anticipation for him to speak pains me. I continue to back up, stopping as my back hits one of the cots. I bite down on the inside of my lip, feeling my face wanting to show my fear, but that will only make this worse. I keep my eyes down to my boots, awkwardly looking down as I wait for his yelling to start.

“How dare you think you can talk to me that way.” Kid hisses at me through clenched teeth.

“Don't get mad at me if I can't remember what happened, stop humiliating me!” I bark back at him, my emotions finally getting the best of me. My spiteful cold attitude has held up so far but hearing the aggression in his voice breaks me.

His demeanour switches suddenly, and laughs tauntingly. “Can I remind you, you’re the one who went to bed wearing my lipstick.” His cruel teasing finally breaks me. I fold my arms over my chest, chewing hard on my bottom lip as I fight the tears pricking in my eyes. He waits for my response but nothing comes. I stare at the wall, angrily sulking, eyes watering and nose burning, viciously blinking the blurry vision in my eyes. .

He nods simply, his eyes boring into me. He’s quiet, meaning for once he’s thinking his actions through. He’s such a cruel man and I can’t stand being a victim of his merciless ways. He flashes me a dissatisfied grin. He turns away to the door, attempting to put an end to this conversation for now. If I leave it like this I will be in more trouble.

“Exactly as I thought from last night, you’re just talk.” He writes me off, waving his hand over his shoulder like I’m useless.

Asshole. I snatch the nearest item to me, a therapy ball sitting by my feet and launch the firm object at him. It smacks into his head with a loud thump before ricocheting across the room. Kid turns on his heels slowly, his eyes catching mine. His face contorted into a terrifying expression resembling what a demon would appear as in the skin of a human. His eyes pierce what little armor I have left. All my rage slips away, melting into panic.

My jaw clenches with my hands now shaking vigorously as I try to keep calm. I suck in air between my teeth, standing tall on the ground I decided to cross. “You cannot come in here mocking me and dehumanizing me for something I don’t even remember doing, you asshole!”

“You’re telling me how I can act?” Kid questions me, stepping towards me.

My words stutter uncontrollably, cursing the gutsiness my rage gave me. “I-I” Never once have I raised my voice at him and now I already regret it.

He kneels before me. I tear my gaze away, but he turns my face back to him. “What? So now the cats caught your tongue? Do I need to cut it off?” He laughs, now seeming more amused than angry at this rate. For the first time I’m struggling to understand what is happening inside of his head and I can’t stand it.

“So you’re embarrassed of kissing me?”  His question takes me off guard. My eyes widen as thoughts jumble in my head. Oh god. My exaggerated confidence has deflated completely, leaving me defenseless

“N-No!”

He turns to the door, I release the air held in my lungs, hoping this is the end. He locks it, forcing every muscle in my body to tense. My goddamn luck betrays me everyday, but who am I kidding, this is Kid.

“So tell me why you came into my room last night telling me that I gross you out and I’d be the worst person to love, yet you still only think about kissing me?”

The air in my throat hitched, almost making me choke. Parts of the distance memory faintly come to mind. I don’t remember it, but I remember doing it. The blood in my face collects, turns my cheeks into an overheated mess, turning my knees to jelly. The incoherent words hang off my lips in a jumbled mess once more.

“So, you’re just too embarrassed to say you like me?” Kid asks me smirking even more now. Why is he smiling?

I dip away from his hand trying to grab me, his fingers brushing over my shoulder. The suppressed anger in him is building a tension in the room I can’t bear to face. He hasn’t been merciful, he hasn’t been kind, it’s so obvious now that since this morning it’s all been calculated. He wants me to confess.

“No, that’s not it at all!” I hiss in return. I dodge his grasp again, jumping away from his hand as it reaches for me. He turns to face me properly, slowly approaching as I calmly back myself away, feeling the walls as I go until I hit a corner. He leans down to me, his golden eyes flicking between both of mine, face sitting inches away. He hums amusedly, with his cool breath lightly fanning over my face.

“You can’t be embarrassed of your Captain.”

“I’m not,”

“Oh?” Kid sadistically smirked, “but you wanted to hide when everyone saw the lipstick on your lips.”

The words in my mouth stumble into a chaotic mix of sounds that mean nothing again. Kid laughs at me, before pulling out a lipstick from his pocket, brandishing it to me as he opens it to apply a fresh layer, covering his lips in the dark burgundy, watching me as he slides the make up across his lips. Once done he closes it, placing it back in his pocket, while his other hand wipes away the corners that he over-lined. He flashes me a toothy grin, running his tongue along his teeth, purposely torturing me with anticipation. He leans down closer to my face, the smirk fixed on his lips. All of my breath leaves my lips. He can’t be serious, not now.

“I enjoy seeing people suffer, you know that right?” I nod hesitantly in response. “Good,” he hums approvingly, wrapping his fingers around the belt on my chest. My heart stops, awaiting his next move. For once I can’t predict him and completely at his mercy.

He tugs on the belt, making me crash into him. Both of his hands cup my face, pressing his lips onto mine, holding me tight as he exhales the brewing emotions in him. He pulls away, parting the aggressive kiss, letting me breathe in finally. Completely overwhelmed and paralyzed by his actions, I stare at him with shallow lungs as I struggle to relax. I’m nauseated fromm my stomach nervously flipping. Why did he kiss me if he’s so angry?

“You came into my room last night yelling at me, telling me I’m the asshole for saying I liked you.”

“You are,” I quietly croak.

“Yeah,” he tuts back, an evil smirking spreading on his lips. My eyes grow wide, he’s planning something. He drags his finger over my bottom lip. “You’re not allowed to yell at your captain, throw bottles at his door, or-” The ball in my throat grows and regret fills me. I don’t want to drink ever again. “Be embarrassed of your captain.”

“I’m not!”

“You’re not allowed to lie either!” Just as I go to open my mouth again he kisses me, pulling me over his now kneeling leg, running one hand through my hair while the other pulls the hair tie out. My hands run over his shoulder grasping onto him as we deepen the kiss.

“You’ve fallen for my trap.” He laughs out, breaking the kiss. I tug my head back seeing the devious glint in his eyes. The panic sets in and I begin to struggle away from him as hauls me up and pins me to the ground. I push against his hands, quickly realizing my defeat. I whimper out, begging him to stop as he starts to cover me in kisses, planting his lipstick all over me, the creamy makeup covering me from my chest up to my forehead. I can’t help but giggle, but curse at him, infuriated by this. He pulls away, looking down at me with pride, appreciating his work.

“You can’t wash it off until the end of the day.”

“WHAT?” I yell, now trying to kick myself away from him.

“Discipline for your bad behavior.”

I hum angrily, eyes burning holes into him. I would be angrier if it wasn’t he wasn’t kissing me moments before. He picks me up from the floor, giving me the hair tie back. I snarkily sneer at him, tying my hair back up once again. He smirks at me again, headed for the door with me following shortly behind. I’m not ready for all the mockery I’ll be enduring for the rest of my life on this ship.

“Do I have permission to kick anyone’s ass who pisses me off?” I ask him.

He gives me a quick glance, smiling widely. “Only if they can handle it.” A smile creeps on my lips, I know I’m a bright crimson by now, but it’s all out of the way. Maybe my drinking helped me make better decisions than I thought. Part 1

[stripper-patrick]

Red lipstick 💄 Bucky Barnes

Warnings: smut, language, oral (m), car sex, not really a plot, unprotected (protecc yo selff), cockwarming

Song: Good Kisser- Usher

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x plus sized reader

I walk in the compound and see Tony and the entire crew at the island “hey”

“Hey” Bucky looks up and his eyes go wide

“H-hey Y/N” he perks up and I smile

“Hey Buck” I’ve always thought Bucky was attractive. I mean who wouldn’t. Even a blind person could see how hot he is.

“I’m living for the red lip Y/N” I smile At Wanda

“Thank you”

“Yea it’s very.. breathtaking on you” Bucky smiles licking his lips. There have been many night where I wondered what that tongue could do.

“Thank you” I smile. “I’m gonna go change my clothes”

I walk back to my room and change into some comfier clothes and I’m about to take off my makeup when I have a sudden urge for Starbucks. I grab some sweat pants and a t-shirt and some flip flops going out to the living room “I’m getting Starbucks does anyone want anything”

“I’ll go” Bucky chimes in I nod and the rest of the group shakes their head before returning back to their conversation.

I grab my keys and Bucky grabs his wallet and we get in the elevator. I press the ‘Lobby’ and state straight ahead. An awkward air falls upon us and I look at him to see him already staring back at me.

“What” I smile

“Nothing I just” he pauses for a moment “think your beautiful” I blush laughing a little

“Coming from Mr. Pantene himself” I smile. The door dings and we walk out. I get in the drivers seat and Bucky gets in clicking his seatbelt. I put mine on and reverse the car pulling the wheel and driving off.

“Do you like Starbucks?”

“Yea their cake pops are a necessity for life” he smiles

“What flavor do you like?” I look at him and make a left watching out for cars.

“Chocolate” he looks at me. I glance at him and bite my lip. Didn’t think this broken white boy was about that life.

“Vanilla is ok”

“Yea but chocolate just spices everything up” he adjusts himself in his seat and I’ve never wanted to sit on someone’s lap so bad before.

I focus back on the road and turn the wheel making a right. I pull into the parking space and park the car.

I open the door feeling the crisp air hit hard. I’ve never been one for the cold. My body shakes and I shut the door. Bucky walks right behind me opening the door as we walk in. The rich signature smell of coffee hits me noae instantly making my face scrunch up. That’s never been my favorite smell. He goes in front of me and I look at his muscular legs.

“Damn James lookin thick” I smile

“I don’t think you should call me that” he says

“Why”

“How can I help you?” The young girl with blonde hair smiles.

“Lemme get a double chocolate cake pop and a vanilla bean frappe” he turns to me “what do you want?”

I ponder for a bit looking through the menu. My eyes land on the French vanilla roast. “French vanilla roast with extra whip and a chocolate drizzle please”

She puts it in “12.85” I go in my purse but Bucky beats me to it. He inserts his card and I roll my eyes already knowing he won’t allow me to reimburse him. I walk over to the side letting the next people go. I watch them make drinks and Bucky puts his hand on my waist and gets close to my ear.

“Last time someone called me that she couldn’t walk straight for the next week” I blush biting my lip. God this man makes me lose it.

“Oh” I smile

I watch the baristas make and call out drinks. I grab them and Bucky grabs his cake pops. We walk back out and head into the car.

I take a sip feeling the hot liquid glide down my throat comfortably. I look over seeing Bucky enjoying his cake pop. He finishes it off within 2 bites. Something tells me he could kill that thing in one. I really wish I was that cake pop. I wonder if he’s ever gotten his dick sucked recently.

All of a sudden my thoughts translate into word vomit and I’m stuck asking him without even thinking “Bucky when’s the last time you had sex”

He nearly chokes and clears his throat looking at me. My cheeks go red and I begin apologizing.

“I’m so sorry that wasn’t supposed to come out”

“No worries doll. To answer your question it’s been way to long for comfort” he looks at me and consumes his second cake pop in one bite. Told you. “Now I’m gonna be honest and assume you’d like to change that since you asked? Or even thought about it”

I’m caught red handed. I could deny it and play coy or if were both just as crazy make his best fantasies come true.

“Ugh” I scoff “that’s not what was in my head” clearly I went with option one.

“So are you gonna lie to me again or admit you’d like the both of us to fuck each other’s brains out”

“James” I blush

“Tell me the truth”

“I want to fuck you” I admit

“Then fuck me baby” I lean over and place my red lips on his. He moves the seat back.

I get on my knees and scratch my nails down his thighs watching his eyes shut and he bites his lip. I pull down his sweats and kiss his thigh. My lipstick wasn’t even left on his thigh.

I place a kiss to his swollen red tip and a line of precum strings from my lip. I kiss down the vein of his throbbing dick and his thighs tense.

“Don’t tease doll” he’s breathless already. I give his balls little licks getting him all hot and ready for me.

When I feel he’s ready I put the tip in my mouth sucking and gently pulling on his balls. His hands go to my hair and I take more of him into my mouth until he’s reached the back of my throat. I gag and come up gaining air while still jerking him. I go down again and I feel his hips buck into my mouth fucking my face.

“That’s it. Take all of it” he moans “fuck Y/N” him calling my name has me gushing in my underwear.

I moan while he’s still in the back of my throat and I look up watching his eyes roll to the back of his head while his mouth is parted slightly. His chest is rising and falling rapidly. The grip he has on my hair tightens.

I gag again and come up for air. I go back down this time pulling and pushing his balls. He has a death grip on the middle console. I bob my head up and down then come up again jerking him harder.

“I’m gonna cum” he warns. I take him in my mouth again and suck harder until beads of cum hit the back of my throat. He lets out a strangled moan and I hum. I keep sucking until he’s dry and I come up wiping the corners of my mouth. Lipstick still didn’t smudge.

“I want you on on top of me” I climb over the center console and straddle his waist. I feel Bucky’s hands on my ass gripping and squeezing grinding myself on him. He kisses my neck and dips his hands into my underwear rubbing softly.

I moan quietly tugging my fingers through his hair. I take off my underwear and fill myself. He stretches me out from wall to wall. I pull the chair back so Bucky is laying down. I place my hands on his chest and grind my hips at a fast pace rocking the car. My eyes flutter shut as I feel him rocking inside of me. Every once in a while his dick will press on my g-spot.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” his hips buck into me and my head rolls back along with my eyes. He’s the biggest and deepest I’ve ever experienced. I grab the cold metal of his bionic hand and trail it from my breast to my throat. He has majority of the control and I can see he’s enjoying it.

Breathless moans leave his lips and I whine rubbing my clit against his pelvis while he rolls his hips into me sloppily. I whimper softly as I see my demise in the distance running full speed towards me.

“James” I moan. It was like a switch in him turned on. He seals off any oxygen I’m getting making me see black spots. Bucky holds my waist and pounds into me harder until we’re both gushing around each other.

He lets go of my throat just as I squirt and I feel the rush of adrenaline mixed with my orgasm roll my eyes to the back of my head. I bunch his shirt up in my hands and his flesh hand grabs my breast rolling my nipple between his fingers. My body rattles and my toes curl in my shoes as he empties himself inside of me.

I ride out the last of our climaxes and come to a halt when his phone rings. He pulls out the silver iPhone X and swipes right. I can tell he struggling to catch his breath as he’s talking like normal. He puts in one speaker.

“Hey Tony”

“Hey where are you” I tighten myself around him and he gasps glaring at me. He slaps the side of my ass making me bite my lip to hold a laugh.

“Just leaving Starbucks” he says

“Oh ok aren’t they closed?”

“Yea they just locked up. Everything ok?”

“Yea just wondering where you were and if you got my caramel macchiato with extra drizzle” he says. I laugh.

“No tony I didn’t”

“Oh I see” he fakes sniffles

“Tony shut up we’re on the way home now”

“Fine then” Bucky hangs up and just stares at me pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Tony’s gonna kick our ass in a minute” I smile

“Oh well” I roll my eyes and swing my leg over climbing back into the drivers seat “drive without underwear on” he pulls up the hem of my dress placing his fingers between my legs.

He will truly be the death of me.

[rachelalghul]

Damirae request part 2

Part 1

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Dick was going through his emails in the living room with a mild hot coffee next to him, sat on a coaster on the glassy top of the coffee table. His left hand held the hand of the mug and brought it to his lips to slowly sip the black liquid. He almost choked on his coffee when Damian suddenly burst into the room from the elevator with Raven in his arms, rushing to the left wing of the building; which was medical room was at.

He quickly put down his mug and followed them, eyes on a passed-out Raven. His voice raised as he asked, “What happened?”

“Can you please treat her first before asking questions?” Damian shot a glare at him and he was taken aback by that.

Damian had never showed any worry he felt about Raven before or rather, he was never worried about her at all. Even when she was once in a one-week coma after she had lost control of her power, Damian never once stepped foot inside the medical room to give her a visit.

“Okay, take her to the bed,” Dick nodded, opening the door to the room and let Damian entered.

He watched as Damian gently put Raven down on the bed, and his eyes were quick to notice the soft yet quick movement of Damian’s hand swiping her hair away from her face. When Damian backed away, he pulled a monitor toward her bed and stick on patches of wires onto her chest. His mind was blank when his hand moved inside her shirt to place them on. He pulled his hand away and turned on the machine. The screen showed all the readings he needed to know about her condition at the moment.

“Her vitals are normal,” he said, standing up from sitting on the bed. “But she’s low on nutrients, I’ll put her on IV,”

After Dick had properly put her on the IV drip, he read the monitor again. Her heart rate was normal, and he noticed how her own powers were starting to surround her, slowly healing her.

“She’ll wake up in a few hours if there’s nothing serious happen within the time,” Dick said, walking up to wash his hands. “Now tell me, what happened? This was supposed to be a quiet patrol,”

“You know you shouldn’t expect every patrol to go smoothly,” Damian sat down on the chair next to the bed, his emerald eyes moved from the monitor to her, “I don’t exactly know what happened, but I think she took in my pain when she healed me,”

Dick turned around with a question look on his face, his hands using napkin to dry, “She healed you?”

“Yeah,” he took off his mask and lift his suit up, “I was stabbed,”

“What?” Dick quickly rushed to him to examine him but Damian moved away.

“Like I told you, she healed me, there’s nothing here,”

Dick’s eyes examined the skin Damian showed to him. Indeed, there was nothing there, not even a scar was left behind. If it wasn’t for blood on his suit, he wouldn’t have believed that Damian was stabbed and Raven had healed him.

He moved back and crossed his arms, “I see. Go wash up, I’ll watch her here,”

Damian was quiet for a while, his gaze on her, as if he was in thoughts. Then he stood up from his seat and walked away from the bed. But Dick wasn’t going to let him go just yet.

He smirked, watching him from under his brunette locks that fell into his eye, “I thought you weren’t going to help her like I do,”

And he only received a groan as a response.

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There was a gala held at the Wayne Manor for annual charity and Bruce had asked his sons to invite their friends to come. Dick obviously sent invitation card to his teammates in Titans, hence, even Raven was invited.

After healing Damian, Raven was out for twelve hours and for the first time since forever, Damian set foot into the medical room to check up on her. That time, Kori was looking after Raven. She did not hide her surprised look when she noticed Damian entering and sitting beside the bed, watching Raven. After a few minutes, he got up and leave, and never came back again.

Tonight, everything was classical, as usual. Alfred would never allow anything to disturb the peace of the party. Planning for a gala had always been his favorite as he gets to watch all his Masters gather in one house enjoying fine wines and lush foods. And of course, getting to see them with dates would be a plus.

Alfred was placing crab cakes onto a silver platter when he noticed Damian entering the kitchen with a huff. He watched the boy sitting down next to him at the island with a bored expression.

“What’s wrong, Master Damian?”

“It’s just so boring, all the rich people keep talking about how many boats they have,” he rolled his eyes with a sigh. His hand moved to take one of the crab cakes but Alfred hit his hand with a sharp tap, causing him to pull his hand in a haste.

“Don’t you bring a date with you? Perhaps it might help you to feel less bored if you have company,” Alfred continued placing the crab cakes gracefully on the platter, his eyes never leaving the food in front of him.

“Who would I bring? There’s literally no one, Alfred,” Damian placed his chin in his palm, laze green eyes watched Alfred doing work.

“I don’t know, one of your teammates at least?” After putting the last crab cake, Alfred lifted his face up slightly to stare into Damian’s eyes, “Don’t you have anyone to bring at all?”

The first thought that came across his mind was Raven and Damian quickly shook it off. Ignoring Alfred’s last question, he stood up from the stool and grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray in front of him. Alfred stopped him from drinking the liquor, taking the glass away and lightly pushed the tray of champagnes further.

“You know you still can’t drink alcohols, Master Damian,”

“I’m sixteen, Alfred, I can handle alcohol,”

Alfred shook his head firmly, “I’m afraid I have to stop you, an underage from drinking, Master Damian,”

Damian knew he shouldn’t disobey Alfred after the second warning and so he didn’t. His face was in a tight grimace as he murmured a ‘Fine’ and walked out of the kitchen. He had no other choice but to enter the party he despised so much; unwillingly, he entered the room again, filled with men in their finest tailored suits, women in their designers’ dresses along with their most expensive jewelries. His emerald eyes scanned around the room, just for the fun of it. He spotted Dick dancing with Kori in the middle of the dance floor, his hand dangerously close to her ass. Ugh. Damian rolled his eyes in disgust and crossed his arms, leaning onto the pillar next to him. He grabbed one of the desserts from the walking tray and looked around, observing the guests; he saw Jason, as usual, flirting around with girls his age with his charming words. Tim, as intellectual as ever, having conversation with men that would be at least seven years older than him.

He popped the last bit of the dessert into his mouth and looked around again, taking in the suits, the dresses, the champagnes, the foods, the dancing, the music playing from front by a group of orchestra musicians. Until his eyes fell on a particular someone standing in the corner of the room. He recognized that pitch dark purple almost black hair, that pale milky skin, that petite figure of hers, he knew it all so well.

He watched her eyes darting around in the huge room, as if looking for a specific person. He wondered who she was looking for. Could it be him?

His eyes swept down the length of her in that black long dress that pooled around her heels, he noticed that she was also wearing a little bit of makeup, though it was very mild and soft, he knew that was lipstick on her lips. Her lips. Her pinkish, soft lips. Her teeth bit down her lower lip and he watched all that movement as if it was thee most interesting thing in his life to watch. When she let go of her lip, he stared at how her lip reddened a little.

An accidental push from a walking waiter was what brought him out of the reverie. He didn’t even acknowledge the waiter’s apology before turning his head again to catch her, making sure he hadn’t lost sight of her. And she was still there. Except, her eyes were focused solely on something…or someone.

Slowly, he followed her gaze to see who she was looking with such sadness filled in the brim of her violet eyes. Dick.

Damian wasn’t sure if what he felt was true, but he felt something tugged on his heart, and it hurt. He looked up again to see what Raven was seeing; Dick kissing Kori. His gaze turned back to her again and the soft pained look on her face made him feel it again. The tug on his heart. And it hurt a little more than the first time.

Of course, she would be looking for his brother and not him. Why would she be looking for him? After months of verbal abuse on her, why did he think that just because she saved him it would mean that she felt something for him? Man, he was such a fool to even hope that she would see him.

He lifted his face to see that she was no longer in the corner of the room. His panicky eyes dart around to find her and almost didn’t catch her black dress moving out of the room out to the balcony. Damian didn’t think at all when he began walking towards the balcony. There were two doors that led to the balcony, and he took the right one, a bit further from the one she used. He slowly stepped his foot onto the bricks floor. He saw her.

Raven was sitting on the edge of the stoned rail, silently staring at her feet. She heard footsteps nearing and instantly lifting her head up to see her intruder. Her dark gaze was met with a shocked green eyes.

Damian’s steps halted when she suddenly looked into his eyes. He didn’t know what to do, should he proceed to walk to her? Or pretend to not know that she was there and walked away?

“Damian,” Raven hopped off the rail and headed towards him with her clinking heels.

Oh? OK, act cool.

He stood straight and slipped his right hand into his pocket, staring right into her face when she came near. With her heels, she was able to reach his eyes easily.

“How’s your stabbed wound? Is it perfectly healed?”

Right. He had been avoiding her ever since she woke up.

He cleared his throat and slipped another hand into his pocket, “Yeah, it’s fine. No scar,”

Her eyes widened mildly, “No scar? Can I see?”

“What? No!” He stepped away from her with a bewildered stare.

“Why are you so jumpy? I just wanted to see if my powers are actually working good now,” she looked at him in confusion.

Damian swallowed a lump before pressing the bridge of his nose, “I’m not lifting my shirt up in public where cameras are everywhere for you to see nothing on my skin,”

“There’s really no scar? Even a faded one?” Her eyes brimmed with suprise and curiousity.

He bit his lip watching her doubting her own powers. A sigh left him as he answered her question, “Yes, there is no scar. Even Dick saw it,”

“Wow...” Raven raised her hands and stared at them with profound surprise along with a smile that showed she was proud with her progress.

A pregnant of silent hovered around them after that and Damian cleared his throat promptly before asking the question he definitely knew the answer to already, “What are you doing out here? It’s winter and the party is inside,”

He watched her eyes glanced to her right briefly, where the entrance was at, before settling gaze on him. “I don’t really know what to do in there,”

It was a half-truth of an answer. He knew. Raven wasn’t the kind of the girl who could openly socialize with strangers. If she had been, she wouldn’t let him talk shit to her.

“Hm,” Damian hummed, his gaze was tight on her. He didn’t really know what he was doing. He shouldn’t be here, out in the balcony with Raven. He shouldn’t even stare at her out of curiosity and followed her when she disappeared.

“What about you?” Her question almost passed through his thoughtful mind if he hadn’t been looking at her face and noticed her lips moving.

He let the question hang in the air while his brain processed what was the question she had asked. He had never been like this; mind stuttering and not functioning well enough for his quick verbal responses.

“I just wanted to get some fresh air,” the best answer he could muster under the tension of her dark eyes staring daringly into him, waiting.

Raven nodded a little at him, eyes moving away from his too deep green eyes that seemed to be pulling her in. Should she walk away now?

Again, silence hovered above them, but, instead of feeling the awkwardness began to kick in between them, they felt...at peace. It was never this peaceful between them at the Tower. There, he would always find time and ways to torture her just to get her to break so that she eventually leaves the team. Now that he had been thinking, he was so harsh with her.

Right at this moment, under the soft glow of the moonlight touching her milky skin gracefully, she looked so...soft. She looked almost like a tiny bean with her short height, small figure, and her eyes never stopped glancing from places to places under a second. Her hair, which she had always put up in a half-ass ponytail, with tendrils popping out framing her face, tonight she had let it all go. He realized her hair length only reached her collarbone. Her shiny, dark purple hair touching her bare shoulders.

Her fingers smoothly pulled some of her hair to the back of her ear; a movement of awkward nerves he noticed she always did around Dick. Right. Dick. He had forgotten all about him the second he stepped foot out in the balcony.

Dick Wayne Grayson.

His brother.

His team leader.

His mentor.

Her crush.

“Fuck,” he muttered so softly under his breath. Why had that thought painfully stabbed his heart in a quick swift moment?

“What?” Raven asked, a frown was on her face at his sudden curse.

“Noth—“

“Raven! There you are!” Just in time.

Damian watched his brother walking onto the balcony with a smile he had always shared with Raven. The kind of smile where he seemed proud and also adoring her.

Heh, no wonder.

His brother’s blue eyes widened slightly at the sight of him outside with Raven. “Damian?”

“I’m just here for the fresh air, you know I don’t do parties,” he said, walking away to the rail stone and leaned onto it. He took his phone as his distraction. But really, the real distraction was her suddenly frozen in front of his brother while his brother was complimenting her dress and saying how beautiful she looked tonight.

Indeed, she did look beautiful tonight.

God. Why was he out here thinking sappy thoughts about her?

He pressed the button on his phone and unlocked it using his thumb. His hand doing all the movement, but his eyes never really left Raven.

He observed how her left hand, that she hid behind her dress, mildly shaking. It could be due to the cold of the winter night. Who knew? He could be lucky with that cheap guess.

Of course it wasn’t because of the cold air.

He continued his observation under the disguise of him checking his phone; her mouth gape open and her eyes never really settled on the eyes of her crush. She looked everywhere but him. She thought she was being sly when she looked at him directly into his brother’s eyes, and all the while she looked into his eyes, her hand was in a tight fist and he noticed her chest moved quite rapidly, as if she was breathless.

Dick suddenly offered his hand in front of her and she was taken aback, eyes wide with a surprised look on her face. He watched the slow yet quick movement of her throat going down and up before placing her hand onto Dick’s bigger palm.

His eyes were trained on the contact of their hands, he took in how small Raven’s hand was and how he so badly wanted to be the one touching that hand. Fuck. He was sappy again.

Mentally groaning at his weird self, he continued watching the two entering the party again side by side. He saw the nervous pretty smile of hers when Dick had look away to guide their path. He saw the adoration softly pooling in her violet eyes as she stared up at his brother. He saw the happy trails of her lips quirking up into that soft small smile.

That smile. That soft small smile. The one smile that she had given to him. The one smile that started it all.

He had fallen deep into a place he knew would be difficult to climb out.

His bottom fell onto the railing and his hand holding his phone fell limb next to him, his head down. A crazed smile crept on his face as the realisation began to sink in; his lips muttering soft curses under his breath.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He looked up again and to his unfortunate luck, he felt that painful stab to his heart again. She was dancing with his brother. An obvious adoring happy smile lit up her already pretty face. Her eyes staring deeply into that damn blue eyes with such adore and romantic feelings.

He sighed loudly, tilting his head up to face the full moon above him, “The hell am I supposed to do with this feeling?”

- end -

Oh goddddd i finally finished it !!!! I am soooo sorry it took so so so long 😭😭

I’m having troubles to write now but I try my best to meet your expectations @ravenfan1242 and i hope it did! Although it’s a bit different than what you wanted, but I hope you like it

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I feel you

Author's note:

@raven-romanoff

@maristela1968

For you again, lovelies!

This is the first smut I write after almost two years. I hope you like it!

As always, sorry for any typos. English is not my first language.

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Summary: Follow up to "I understand you".

As his strange relationship with Harleen oscillates between friendship and desire, Arthur takes the things to another level.

Warnings: angst, self hatred, mentions of masturbation, swearing, house breaking, strong sexual themes and smut.

Words: 6.258

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Part 2:

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Arthur couldn't sleep that night. His mind, overtaken by a growing confidence, tormented with new feelings for her created a dark, devilish smile in his face. He closed the door carefully, taking off his hoodie, shirt and shoes, wearing only sweatpants around the house, smoking a cigarette. He sat on the couch, knees bouncing. Something in his chest burns. That night Arthur felt different. He felt sure of his actions, instead of the usual anxiety and fear. Replaying the wonderful moment which he was the protagonist of, savoring every detail, while directing to the table. Her voice echoed through his head, her smile painting across his memory, the way she looked at him. His feet weren't able to keep still and Arthur knew this hyperventilation was caused by the shock of his first intimate contact with a woman. He already planned what he would do once they'd meet again. Probably to take her to dinner or simply going to the playground with a coffee and cigarettes to spend the night talking.

Handing himself his treasured journal, Arthur searched for the section dedicated to her. Grabbing a pen, he wrote her name. Misspelled, but affectionately.

Harlen Quenzel.

He tried in vain to write anything else, because his mind clouded basking in a bliss he had never felt before.

The blinding white light coming from above the kitchen hindered the happy replay of the image of Harleen coming closer to him to kiss his lips. But he simply turned it off. The tips of his fingers touched the dry flesh blessed by her mouth. Lighting a cigarette he fantasizes now. Taking her in the floor, in the bedroom or in the couch... She would love it. Arthur guaranteed himself that. The proof was clear: she had enjoyed his sudden and explosive display of passion. He suppressed a chuckle, afraid of another fit of laughter. But it did not go further. He stood in the dark for a while, before going to the couch to try to get some sleep. His mind was way too excited to even hold his legs still. The lucky loner grabbed the pack of cigarettes, smoking another one immediately after finishing the other one. Thing was, he couldn't consummate his passion in this moment... But he certainly could let his mind fly by thinking about Harleen and her virtues for now. Arthur headed to the bathroom.

A little joy given by himself wouldn't be so bad. ________________________________________

Over the next two months, the strange relationship between Arthur and Harleen grew from a friendship that had frequent outbursts of passion to long hours of talking about anything, from work to jokes.

As much as Arthur felt a silently uncontrollable lust for Harleen, he truly felt affection and caring for her. This was shown in small gestures like inviting her to dinner or waiting up late when her shift was over whenever neither of them would spend the entire night sleeping. They had each other and it was okay with that. In was in these situations where their bond grew. It was so ironic that the one thing that prevented an actual rest to his tormented mind also allowed to have the closest and most meaningful relationship he ever had in his life.

Arthur became more introverted than he already was. He didn't talk too much at work and had the growing tendency to isolate from others. To his co-workers this was probably another demonstration of his deteriorated mental state but Arthur was too busy trying to cope with these new feelings. He was asked more than once about this but he avoided to answer, limiting to reply he was okay. At the end of the day, the party clown left with a anxious pace. His co-workers were sure Arthur had finally lost his mind. And in some way, he did. Why was he in a rush? They would never know.

It was saturday when things changed. Arthur came back from a gig to Haha's with his clown make up on. Once in, he cleaned it from his face to leave without saying anything afterwards, too withdrawn into his daydreaming. He set a foot into the bus, as always, facing the window. The lights of daylight disappeared into the darkness or the night, rain pouring out. Arthur shielded from the cold sinking into his partly tattered hoodie. By this hour, Harleen should have been in her workplace. He just hoped no one would harm her at the time of her return. Arthur thought he could wait for her at the building's entrance, making sure she was safe. Harleen would like it.

He thought this weekend would be different. And Arthur had a very good reason why.

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It was Sunday when Arthur got up early to clean the house and to prepare breakfast for Penny to feed during the first lights of day.

It was in this way he could focus completely on his upcoming date at night. As the day vanished for nighttime to arrive, he put a cheap cologne on, his pants perfectly ironed. Same with the shirt and red vest. And the usual yellow hoodie Harleen learned to love so much. His excitement reflected in his voice as he waved goodbye to his always distracted mother, who simply waved back, not interested on how much brighter Arthur's eyes were in that moment. Heading to the door, he heard a frustrating ask:

"Happy, can you put this letter in the box?"

His shoulders lose strength. Arthur tried his best to hide his annoyance.

"It's for Thomas Wayne".

"I know, mom", the whisper was almost inaudible. Returning to the living room, he took the letter gently just to jump back to the door to free himself, "I'll be back at night".

She just nodded. And he finally breathed his freedom, feeling more confident than ever. But his sense of victory over the world vanished as he realized he still had that fucking letter in hand. A tired sigh leaves his lips. But he ran as fast as possible to reach the first floor to get rid of the piece of useless attempt to get attention from a man who maybe didn't remember her. The rusty locker received it and Arthur at last could set a foot outside the building, crossing his arms.

Harleen arrived a few seconds later. Arthur smiled, coming closer to her. Her outfit was unpretentious but neat: black pants and sneakers, a red wool sweater. Her hair was done into two colourful buns and a few strands which fell into her face. But the thing he liked the most was that blood red lipstick... And her grin made it better.

"Hello, clown man", Harleen nuzzled his nose tenderly. It was an habit he loved from her, as any other touch. He chuckled, greeting her back. Then both got out of the building, leading to the donut shop so they could have coffee and toast.

"So, how was your week?", Harleen asked as Arthur held his cup, drinking the steamy hot liquid.

"It was fine. I had a gig in a children's hospital. It turned out great because it was a charity event".

"Really?"

"Yeah. They were... Getting money for families that cannot afford to pay treatments".

Harleen nodded, warming her hands with the mug. Arthur then returned the question. Harleen told him the bar had more regulars than usual. This caught her eye, and paid very much attention to it during the weekly shift.

"What is it?".

"People are drinking their souls out" she replied, after eating her toast, "and that's not all. There was a recently fired guy that feared if Wayne is elected mayor, unemployment and riots will get worse."

Arthur lowered his head. He ate the toast to state:

"Why do so many people believe in that man, anyway?"

"He's rich, successful and an entrepreneur. Men like him have no idea how to run a city for the simple fact that entrepreneurs like him see people as numbers, not as complex sentient beings."

"How come?", Arthur fixed his collar.

"They only care for economy, Arthur. They disregard the fact that not everyone has the same chances for success they had and therefore any help for impoverished people is nothing but a "waste of money". Wayne is convinced that everyone who receives any kind of welfare doesn't want to work." Arthur remained silent for a while, processing what she just said.

"Men like him will never know what is like to be someone like you or me", Harleen concluded, finishing her coffee.

"But at least we have our jobs" Arthur commented comically.

"Yeah, as long as we get paid" and both laughed.

The shop was almost empty, which made easier to listen to the radio while talking. This gave them more topics to talk about. But then a song came out. Arthur knew it, he closed his eyes, engulfing himself in the gloomy tune of the song:

"King of all

Hear me call

Hear my name

Carnival"

Harleen did not interrupt. She understood that Arthur, as an extremely introverted person, couldn't be interrupted when exploring, talking or listening. It was pleasant to see him glad or enjoying things for once. She smiled as he mouthed the lyrics, which he knew perfectly. As the song came to an end, Harleen extended her hand, eyeing Arthur to look for his approval. As much as he enjoyed the sudden outbursts of affection, Arthur still wasn't used to publicly show it. Harleen comprehended as well and wouldn't force him to do it. She discovered it when going back from a previous date when she just held his hand. He became a blushing mess but it didn't go further, thank goodness.

Arthur noted the hand whose black and red nail polish established a hurtful contrast in comparison to her light skin. He then looked at her. He slid his own towards Harleen's. Their hands intertwined. Another little touch and he was already yearning for her. Arthur wanted to love her without words, without distance between them. Just the two of them. He wanted so much to tell her, but didn't dare to. Despite the fact he adored her, there was something he could never tell her... Yet.

There was something Arthur loathed about himself but he did his best to not to give it too much importance, choosing to focus on other things, instead. Arthur Fleck was a man and as such, he had needs. But the need wasn't the problem. Satisfying it was. He was comprehensive enough to understand that motherly affection was the closest thing he ever had to love. Devoid of any bond with anyone else, he frequently masturbated to soothe the sexual need. Usually to porn magazines whose pages he tore up to stick them in his journal. A fulfilling sexual life was a dream, far away from his reach. He could only see it but never take part in it, as it was with everything in his life. An eternal spectator, never a protagonist. Thinking of her, lusting after her... And he wasn't able to even mutter a fucking word. He cursed the emptiness roaming during all his life. Because he had nothing to offer her except desire. His inexperience was never a problem, given his surrender to embrace a life of solitude. Until now. Her arrival to his life made him remember how much of a man he was. And her kindness just fanned the fire within him.

Harleen squeezed his hand a little more, noting his unsettled nerve. Arthur sighed, out of the gloomy, bleak storm that creeped out as a dark mist in his mind. But her face shines as a small light of hope. Her eyes promised so many good things that he couldn't bring himself to believe.

"What's troubling you, Mr. Fleck?" her smile was accomplice, as if she knew what was lurking into the labyrinth of his mind, but wanting to hear it from his mouth.

"I just... I was thinking about...", Harleen encouraged him to tell her. He inhaled deeply, lighting a cigarette to cope with the newfound stress. Once again, his everlasting negative thoughts clouded the moment. The vocal cords were unresponsive. His hand broke contact with hers to hold his forehead, looking for the right words to speak. His knees bounced. Harleen leaned in, waiting.

"Artie?"

The tender pronunciation of the diminutive form of his name turned his gaze to her.

"I think I prefer to tell you... In private".

Harleen nodded. The response sounded too dark. And she knew that if Arthur talked like that, it was something serious. They left the donut shop, walking towards the subway. It was almost empty and dark. Just a few people were on it. The couple sit down, with Harleen tangling the arm around his to tilt her head on his shoulder. Arthur kept his eyes on the window, trying to figure out how the fuck he'd tell her about it.

As they reached the last stop, they left the subway station to step up the stairs and then Arthur reached a dirty, dark public restroom surrounded on the outside of a fence. Both stopped for a moment before the gnawed door. Harleen looked up to the party clown's dark features. He pronounced no words.

"Arthur?"

"There's something I need to tell you", his murmur comes shy, cast down.

"What is it?"

He stepped away from her. His hands clasp his mouth, disapproving his thoughts. He shook his head, eyes shut. Circling his own personal space, lightheaded. Harleen came closer to him.

"Is it bad?"

Arthur glared at her, guilty.

"I mean... I don't know how to tell you. I just hope you don't laugh at me".

"Why would I do that?".

Arthur half opened his eyes.

"I want...", It took a long, deep inhalation to pronounce the first part. He coughed, to clear his throat seconds later, "I need to tell you... That I really like you... And--", he silenced his words, trying to put them correctly in his mind.

"And?"

"See" he sighed, "I've..."

Harleen widened her eyes in anticipation.

"I've been thinking about you a lot... and I would be lying if I tell you I don't want something else".

"What is 'something else'?" Harleen whispered.

Arthur processed the question. And then answered:

"It's just..." He brushed the small beads of sweat on his forehead with the palm of his hand, "I love the way you touch me, Harleen" Arthur continued, "and I simply can't get enough of it".

"Because we both need it, Arthur. I love just as much as you do. That makes it so satisfying", he chuckled, humbled. Harleen expected more of him.

"That's not all", he gazed not to her. This was the one moment that could end it all or strengthen this precious bond of theirs.

"Arthur" she called him, "don't be afraid. Please tell me".

"I want to sleep with you", Arthur finally confessed, gazing at her. His eyes confirmed the statement. He blinked slowly, wanting her to see the animalistic yearn on them.

Harleen stared at him, shocked of how much he trusted her to confess something so intimate. His breathe had shortened. His green eyes glowed like emeralds, embellished even more with his pupils dilated. The blonde invited him inside the bathroom so they could keep baring their souls. Arthur inspected the place to make sure it was completely safe to stay there. Harleen locked the door once they knew it was unoccupied.

"I don't want to beg for love" Arthur said, his voice raspy, "but I don't want to lie to you. I want to know if you feel the same" Arthur spoke in a very low voice. Harleen looked at him, infatuated before this new dark vibe from him. He looked like a totally different person. Her fingers slid into his curls.

"I knew it already, Arthur."

"And why doesn't it bother you?"

"Because I can understand why you want it".

Arthur turned to her. Never in his life he felt more expecting. Harleen explained, in very simple terms, that she found his attachment understandable: Arthur had been deprived of love during all his life and this new bond made him feel important. From becoming visible and cared for to reaffirm his manhood through sexual desire. Arthur heard every word carefully, and it made sense. Everything made fucking sense. It was through sexual intercourse that men felt loved.

Love.

It was always about love, at the end of all.

Harleen returned the cigarette to him.

"Don't blame yourself. You're a human, after all. Sex is the most pleasant of human activities, so don't feel bad for enjoying it".

"It's not that I don't enjoy it. I don't feel ready to do it, despite of how much I want it".

Harleen frowned, and her silence just made Arthur confess one of his most (if not the most) shameful secrets. Only now she knew the extent of her impact in his life. She knew a lot about him, including the seven medications he was in, but this? She had been aware of the way he looked at her, but hearing him actually admitting it out loud made her shudder. Her arms locked around his shoulders to pull Arthur to a kiss in the cheek.

"It's not a race or a competition. You just feel and act according to your instincts. Also, I'd be lying too if I said I don't want anything else" Arthur sank his eyes into Harleen's, "quite frankly, we were close to have sex the night we first talked if it wasn't because I was too tired to do so, but now, if you don't feel ready to do it, I won't pressure you to do anything".

"Starting a friendship in that way? I like it" he hummed, mischievous.

"We are not friends... Because... Friends are not supposed to touch each other. That's what lovers do. But... We aren't lovers, yet" Harleen whispered.

"Then what are we?" Arthur asked.

"We are, Arthur. We simply are" this time her kiss directed to his mouth. _________________________________________

Arthur changed his damp clothes to avoid the cold. The bedroom TV was turned on as well as the hall lights. The usual. He prepared the dinner for his mother, bathing her and making sure she'd go to bed. The conversation was the same. Thomas fucking Wayne and the fucking letters. Arthur had no interest on losing energy on nonsense, so he only nodded. He took a shower and shaved the growing beard and wore his grey sweatpants. A few observations written in the pages of the journal about his day at Haha's and Arthur felt his routine was finished, therefore he could count down to the moment when Harleen was back at home from work. His eyes darted at the clock. 1:14 am. Less than two hours for her return. He felt confident enough to go to her apartment and stay all night with her. He smoke five cigarettes in the meantime, walking over the house. Turning the TV on so time wouldn't pass so long. He sat at the couch, waiting for an old rerun of Murray Franklin's Show. An actor was to be interviewed but he couldn't focus entirely on it. He laid down. His mind pictured her beside him. However, as much as he cherished all the physical and emotional affection from her, it wasn't enough anymore. It was hard to accept it but that's just the way it was. As the show ended, an old movie ran. Arthur turned the device off. The clock sets the time: 2:24 am. Less than hour. He got up, turning the lights off, hoodie in hand and determination in his mind. Locking the door, Arthur left. He walked across the halls, stepping down to the destination: 7H. The door was unlocked, much to his surprise. The loner felt truly in home. If only she was in there for him to shower her in his affection. But he then realized the neon lights were on. His heart skipped a beat. The air seemed... Different. He stood as quiet as possible to see what was going on. The rain slightly broke the total silence that ruled the place. Arthur reached the living and then, only then, he saw her.

Harleen was placidly sleeping on the couch, wearing a two part, peach coloured pajamas. Her mane was a mess of white, blue and pink strands that fell over her face. Her head rested on a pillow and her pose revealed how comfy her sleep was. Kneeling beside the couch, Arthur leaned over her face, his fingers set aside the colourful mane to obtain the beautiful vision of her peaceful facial expression. His thumb glided over her lips, which he soon joined with his. It was slow, intimate kiss, full of subtle hunger.

Seconds later, her hands cupped his face to make the caress steadier, humming playfully. Arthur broke the kiss to eye her. Half sleep, Harleen smiled at him.

"Hey" he called, secretive.

"Good night, Mr. Fleck", she muttered, voice pasty, "another insomnia night?" but he shook the head.

"I thought you weren't here. I couldn't help it", he muttered.

“Never said I mind. Bar closed earlier and here I am”.

“Really? Why?”

“The riots, Arthur. Boss preferred to send us home before any damage could be done by the protesters”.

Arthur made room for himself in the cozy, fluffy long couch. Asking if she was okay, Harleen just replied she took a taxi to make home safely. Arthur sighed, relieved. The blonde smiled at him but didn’t move any further. He noticed that, blaming for being so inconsiderate. Getting into her apartment and disturbing her rest like that? What a awful friend (lover) he was! Recoiling with guilt and diving again in the brooding mood so typical on him, he distanced from his love. She fell asleep once more. Arthur kept his gaze on her, tracing invisible touches in her curves. She was so close yet so far. He wanted to be a part of her, to be with her.

Inside of her.

The calloused fingers held his face to wash away the shame. The nerves were too much to take. The laugh gestated in a noise initially deaf to hear from afar to a thunderous fit. Harleen jolted at the sudden outburst. Arthur couldn’t feel worse. The expression on his face was so desperate for silence that the blonde immediately went after him when he shrugged, attempting in vain to drown the horrible noise that made his vocal cords bleed. Harleen dissuaded Arthur of any idea of escape just to hold him. The mentally ill loner sank his face into her neck. The embrace didn’t stop the scandalous explosion to keep shattering the quietness of the place, sensing Harleen squeezed his faint figure, seemingly trying to put every piece of his broken yet beautiful soul to help to soothe the pain.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—“

Her voice hushed his apologize. As the din disappeared into nothingness, both returned to the living room on the couch but Arthur took a step back from her.

“Why?��

Puzzled, Harleen frowns. She gave him space to recover.

“Why what?”

“Why me?”, Arthur regained strength to ask her, staring at her for a long period of time, “of all men you can have, why me?”

For the first time, Harleen seemed upset.

“If you think I do this out of pity, you are very, very wrong” the fire in her eyes was fascinating.

“Then why?”

Harleen processed the question while Arthur desperately awaited the reason to be verbalised.

“Please”.

She gulped.

“Because you’re a good man, Arthur”.

The response was too simple to be believable, though it was grateful to hear a compliment from her. Desiring more, his stare pierced her soul, to let her take the hint. Imprisoned under the green spell of his, Harleen proceeded to continue:

“I mean- you are always trying to make people laugh, yet people don’t see you and you still continue. You love what you do, you have been kind to me, you care about your mother putting your well-being aside. Don’t you think that is worth enough?”

Arthur shut his eyes, his head to the left, lighting a cigarette while the bouncing knee betrayed his feeling of unsettlement. Harleen noticed it. Wind took words away. Actions prevailed in time.

Time! That’s precisely what he needed. Both battled uneasiness in their own, unique way. While Harleen on her own end of the couch thought on a way to help him, Arthur tried to give order to his convulsed mind. He constantly touched his forehead and chest but never dared to eye her, terrified that she would vanish. The damn cigarette placed again on his lips. The muteness grew so uncomfortable the loner returned to glare at the blonde. She slowly approached to him, searching in his face his approval to get closer. Afraid to disturb his personal space in the same way someone would be cautious when getting closer to a wild animal. Arthur gasped, his blood boiling in what seemed the exact moment that would define his life. Harleen crawled to him, reaching his shoulders to concrete her goal: sit in the space between his legs.

If Arthur believed that just a hug put him on fire, this new contact aroused him to the point of insanity. The blonde crowned the physical bond placing her head in the crook of his neck. The temptation to take her and possess her now was insufferable but he found the will to not give in into the impulsive reaction. How? He’d never know. His heart rate was so violent, so overwhelming that the threat of a heart attack was becoming more real. Harleen placed her hand on his chest, like caressing his damaged heart like a mother would do with an scared child. His lungs finally caught a calmer rhythm as minutes went by. Arthur craved new touches, new discoveries, yet he wanted to remain like this forever. He savoured the closeness of their bodies… but it wasn’t enough. Harleen surely knew it by the moment Arthur stopped smoking.

And whenever Arthur Fleck stopped smoking, it meant something serious got his attention.

As the last fire on the cigarette died on the ashtray, Arthur turned his focus completely on her. He’d return her the favour, since she invaded his personal space so shamelessly. Harleen distanced a bit from him to allow the hoodie to come off. She approved the sight with a wide smirk: despite what people could say about his figure, Arthur was not as thin as his outfit revealed. His bare upper body had a plenty of muscle in the biceps. She traced a finger across the aforementioned part to touch his jawline now, going down his neck and collarbone. Next, a nuzzle against his face to continue the intimate bond, brushing her lips with his, without kissing him. However there was no further reaction from him except for a serene look on his face at the caresses. As the touch came to an end, she kissed his mouth repeatedly, her lips curved into a smile. The gesture motivated his instinct to get the better of him. He rose his dark, thick eyebrow to let her know how much of an accomplice he turned out to be, like a warning of what he had planned for her.

It was almost a ritual. Whenever a situation turned out to be too unfamiliar or too good, his hands would act as the link to confirm his psyche wasn't playing tricks with him. But this wasn't only a situation. This was a person who unchained a situation. And how he thanked every second of it. It seemed a spark of happiness enlightened his life, for once. Probably because even fate believed that no human being should be so miserable. He needed a constant reaction from her to keep convincing himself this wasn’t a dream. To increase the enjoyment of his hands touching her, Arthur executed a move directed to her chest, gliding his hands over her breasts, covered by the thin fabric of the sleeveless shirt. Harleen gasped, eyeing the curious hands as they roamed upon that delicate part of her. Arthur was fascinated, as his grin evidently brought out.

Since he had understanding about sex, Arthur craved a woman’s touch. It began as wet dreams, continuing with the subsequent discover of porn, a source he always went to in order to provide himself a little satisfaction. He remembered the particularly unhappy time of highschool, where bullying and harsh looks were a routine. The laughing fits during class, boys from all ages mocking at him during recess. But lunchtime was the worst part. If he wasn’t beaten up, his food paid the price. Starving and tired, Arthur was relieved in part by dropping school. He wouldn’t have to deal with the brutality of his classmates anymore. Girls usually avoided him, scared by his weak appearance. He never asked a girl for a date, afraid to be taken as a pervert. He just repressed any sexual need, feeling like a depraved creep for being curious about female body.

The mental drift continued for a couple of minutes when he noticed that Harleen wasn’t too quiet now, her shortened breath revealing an intense joy at his touch. As it happened always in a moment of adrenaline, through his arms an herculean strength ran so intensely that made her sit on his lap with no problem. The most exciting part of this new bold position was that he could face his lover, aiming his interest to her neck, covering it with slow, paused kisses. Harleen supports on his shoulders, delighted at his intimate exploration. Her shortened breath became a heavy panting while the latter morphed into a loud moan. Arthur immediately looked up to the blonde, her mane tickling his face. Did he caused such wonderful reaction? Him? Arthur Fleck, the perpetual loser, the unfunny clown, the embodiment of what a man should never be?

Suddenly, the grip loosened. Arthur felt he couldn’t concentrate anymore on Harleen in the same way. A sensation similar to fainting snatched away the energy on his arms. A surge of boiling blood flowed down his groin.

Arthur knew what this meant and her thighs straddling his hips, exactly where his searing intimacy reacted to such delectable recreation.

This encouraged him to let his wildest side come out. The pale hands lifted the shirt to the level of her neck, obtaining her bare chest to devour while getting into the inner part of the shirt, leaving the barrier between skin and fabric behind his back. Harleen reared up before the fulminant demonstration of lust, screaming while clawing at his shoulders. She felt his mouth, eager and famished, assiduously paying dedication to her soft sinuosities. The position enabled her to coddle him as well.

Because he fucking deserved it.

Her fingers stirred the dark curls under the cloth, begging for more. When Arthur felt the arousal was too much to keep building it up to simple caresses, he threw the shirt aside to obtain her upper nude body to admire. His eyes widened as the glimpse was even more beautiful in reality than in his fantasies. He hummed, approving the sight, too anxious to take her and yet so insecure if she’d be satisfied.

The blonde tugged into his belt, making clear her desire to pursue a deeper insight of their relationship. Her body performed a subtle movement to make him lay down on his back. As Arthur got rid of his clothes, so she did. Once she reached her own full nudity, he covered his mouth, amazed. Forget the models in his journal. Harleen had no comparison. And she probably knew it.

“Do you like what you see, mister Fleck?” she purred, seductive. He panted, regaining the oxygen to answer.

“Yes” was all he answered. Arthur could hardly speak at this point. His eyes said everything, anyway. The tease was a gift before the beloved blonde climbed atop him. Arthur helped her, grabbing her by the hips he longed so much to trace his fingers on.

Harleen leaned over his face to grant it a last kiss, enjoying this final step preceding to the loss of individuality.

She seemed so unreal, even when her full weight upon him proved wrong. And he knew exactly what to do to prove his psyche otherwise.

The last trace of doubt disappeared completely as his own sex found itself inside of her at last. The insertion was very slow, no rushes, so both lovers could memorize every sensation. The pressure around his hardened length turned out to be a pleasure beyond the thinkable, causing a shuddering, fastened breath to crumple his lungs. He arched his back, a loud, pleasurable moan escaping his mouth. As he got used to the warm welcome she gave him, his hands held her hips to proceed. Harleen lolled her head back, moaning softly, rejoicing at his presence inside of her delicate womanhood. Stillness held their bodies together as they enjoyed the sensation brought by the union.

Arthur recovered from the initial shock before the long desired loss of his hated celibacy started to take place. Harleen, naked much to the delight of his eyes, had her white, porcelain skin beautifully shaded by the pink and blue dim neon lights. Arthur smirked at her, admiring her body with his hands, not to convince himself that he was not hallucinating but to make sure to tell her how much he had desired to do this.

Just then Harleen did her magic.

“Let me show you that you’re not invisible”.

The rhythm worked in a slow pace. The blonde’s masterful moves made him moan and groan loudly as she straddled his hips. Everything he imagined with her appalled in comparison to this. Harleen, so provocative and prodigious, was so delicate in this erotic surrender. Like almost floating in the air. Arthur wondered how much it could take until reaching the peak of the carnal pleasure. But the obnoxious thud that beat his brain even in this moment found itself defeated by this lovely and pleasurable novelty, eventually. Watching Harleen on top of him was an irresistible landscape and Arthur couldn’t be more grateful for it even if he tried.

And her moans didn’t help either. Harleen was too lost in the moment to even talk to him, restricting her vocal expressions of pleasure just to plead for more.

Arthur plunged in this novelty to feel like a man for the first time in his life. He chuckled, joyful. His concentration centered exclusively on her. Harleen was a living mess of ecstasy, away from reality. He couldn’t love her more, specially when she called his name. The grip on her hips became tighter, as the warm space that surrounded his arousal narrowed. Her moans arose to louder screams. Now that was something he wanted to hear, sliding his fingers up to her waist to her chest.

The sense of control began to disappear eventually.

The instigation inspired a new move from Arthur, who got up to enclose her waist to absorb her essence. Fastening the moves, the blonde threw her arms to his neck, increasing the union as much as they were able. Their screams echoed through the apartment, announcing the proximity of the climax.

The final frenzy took ahold of the lovers. It hit Harleen first, as the convulsion whipped her insides, her figure trembling.

Arthur was convinced his soul was living his body at the time of his climax. While Harleen allowed him to flood her with his seed, he held her hips to keep inside her the longest time possible. The passionate, fulfilling embrace that served as the conclusion to the act recomposed their sense of reality. Once the physical bond was broken, the lovers laid back in the couch. Arthur still had a hard time recovering from his first sexual experience. His lungs finally eased down as Harleen reassuringly talked to him. Arthur opened his eyes, to smile to her.

“That…” he stuttered, breathless, “that… was… fucking sensational”.

Harleen supported her head in her hand.

“Couldn’t agree more”.

Arthur smiled and didn’t resist the temptation to sink into her arms, awaiting for sleep to come. He gave himself in completely, handing his vulnerability to her. Harleen sighed, palming his back. Arthur recoiled in pain and she didn’t hesitate to apologize.

“What’s this?” Harleen was going to get up to check him out but he prevented it, shaking his head. Apparently it didn’t have too much importance for him.

“I want this” his whisper sounded legitimately grateful. He took her hands to kiss them dearly, “I want this”.

She nodded and then changed her position so Arthur could place himself upon her. Her open arms received his fragile, starving shape to grant it comfort, like remind him of how much of a man he could be. The loner muttered something, but Harleen was already sleeping. Arthur didn’t move at all, silently enjoying her chest moving up and down. He planted a kiss above her right breast and closed his eyes.

The rain intensified. And Arthur fell asleep in a state of complete inner peace for the first time in his life as the pink lights dissipated into black as his eyes slowly closed.

It was the most beautiful darkness he’d ever been in.

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Belief - Part 2 (Edit)

Rating: M

Devi is Dauntless. Through blood sweat and tears she made a place for herself three years ago when she left her life in Amity behind. Not once in that three years has Eric Coulter even deigned to look her way. Not until that night. Now she has nothing but his attention. Eric/OC AU [Smut, Language, Romance]

Part 2

 There is pounding.

That’s how I wake up. To pounding. That and to a bright light being directed straight at my face as curtains are ripped away from a window somewhere in the room.

I grab the nearest item that can help me make the evil light go away and muffle the pounding in my head, then I stuff it over my head. It’s promptly ripped away and then my senses are being offended by something else.

“Oh no, you don’t! If I have to deal with his rampaging, and judging by the sound of that knock I will be, then you sure are too. You don’t get to play the hangover hell card here when I’m up well before I even need to be!”

During this onslaught, of what feels like a banshee shrieking, I managed to get my eyes open and focus through the blinding light to see Tori hovering over me. Once she was done shrieking whatever she had to say at me she was gone in a whirl and I could only watch her bleary-eyed as I tried to figure out what the hell is going on right now.

Obviously, I ended up at Tori’s, but I have no clue how the hell that happened.

I’m still laying there looking around as she wrenches her door open and stands there for a second in silence. While she greets whoever is at the door I continue to look for clues as to what led me here.

I’m on her couch.

The coffee table has a bottle of pain relievers and a glass of water that hasn’t been finished.

There’s a bucket beside the couch too.

So, I got drunk, obviously, and it was enough that she thought I was going to be sick. Which, hardly happens but then again I hardly drink like that.

“Is she here?” I barely register the angry words from the other side of the room as I dig in my mind for answers.

I remember that my friends started the night out with me. The plan was to let me be the one to get drunk out of my mind for once in my life so that I could forget for a little bit what had me so livid I was spitting mad.

So, where were those friends that were supposed to have my back and how did Tori get involved?

A shadow falls over me and I look up to see who it might be because I know that this is not Tori and it's whoever is pissed off enough to be knocking her door down. When I see the person my mind switches gears in trying to figure events out.

Better question, Nunez. Why is Four staring at me like he doesn’t know whether to hug me or slap the crap out of me?

“Uh oh,” I mutter with wide eyes as small and distant parts of the night filter through the pounding that’s still going on in my head. I raise up slightly on my elbows and pull the blanket back up that slipped slightly at the action.

“Well at least he wasn’t lying about this,” Four mutters darkly as he looks me over while squinting down at me. “You don’t remember a thing about last night, do you?”

“Muy poco,” I reply with a sheepish shrug and wince before laying back down and covering my eyes with the throw pillow from the couch.

“You know I don’t understand when you…”

“She said very little and you aren’t going to get more out of her if she is going to Spanish, Four. Look, I don’t know what she did and I don’t care because you’re going to cut her some slack, yeah?” Tori had that tone in her voice, the one that left no room for misunderstanding. The words were a request but it’s more like a threat. Telling Four he better or he would deal with her.

“Fine. We’ll be talking later, Devi. You can’t just do that to a leader in the middle of…”

“Oh, ahora arrojas el estado de tu líder. No ... aw shucks, solo hago lo que puedo ahora ¿verdad?” I grumble into the pillow and tune out what he’s saying.

The night after I left work might be a blur but not everything that happened before that. Remembering it brings a fresh wave of everything I left feeling. Angry, frustrated, grief-stricken and so damn full of guilt.

“Just go Four. I’ll talk to her.” I hear her tell him after he finally finished his mini-lecture. He goes without another word leaving only the sound of their moving away towards the door and finally it closing.

For a time it’s quiet in the apartment. With faint sounds of Tori moving around in the kitchen. The silence brings me the time I need to gather my strength and courage for the hell moving from this couch is going to be. I clench my eyes shut as I brave moving the pillow from them. I slowly open my eyes and move to sit up even slower. I succeed in sitting up straight without dying but my head is killing me and making me feel like I want to. I spot the pills again and grab the bottle to shake out a couple then use the rest of the water from the glass to swallow them quickly. Next, I use a little trick I know from doing adjustments and massages of applying pressure to certain areas that can help to relieve tension or pain. I concentrate on areas along my scalp, neck, and face. This isn’t going to be much help with a hangover but it will help some.

The rest of my recovery is going require time, my darkroom, and a comfy bed. I groan as I stand slowly, thinking that I’m thankful I at least didn’t pull this stunt on a day I have to work. I join Tori in the kitchen area where she is currently brewing her favorite tea by the smell of it. She moves like liquid with her silk robe swishing around her. She glances at me as I gingerly slide into a stool, wincing and moaning.

“Eric will be here shortly so you might want to get that tea,” She says and places a cup in front of me then whirls around when the toaster pops up to snatch it out and onto a plate “...and that toast in your system before getting cleaned up.”

I frown and reach to where she has butter and honey already on the counter. “Jeez, Tor. I didn’t realize you had guys coming over for morning house calls now.” I spread the butter onto the still-warm toast and watch as it melts then pause and look at her when I realize whose name she just said. “When did you and Eric become a thing, or is this you guys starting it up again?” My lips tilt slightly in a smile and I resume applying butter and honey.

Tori glares at me as she slides onto a stool and lowers her cup. “You know very well those rumors were short-lived and untrue.” She snorts and shakes her head as she raises her cup back to her lips. “Dauntless is just one big ball of gossiping old women.”

I smirk and take a sip of the tea slowly. “Yeah, but it was funny while it was going around. Who was it that started the rumor again?”

Tori groans and shrugs. “Who’s usually at the center of pranks and gossip around here? Pick a Pedrad they were both equally as guilty, deciding to play Chinese whispers using mine and Eric’s names.”

I laugh then grab my head and wince. “Fuck! I really have to remember why I don’t drink like that in the future.”

“About that...tell me what happened. I need to know to be able to handle whatever drama is going to go down with Eric and Four from this.”

I frown as I look into the cup, drumming my fingers against it and searching my fragmented memories of the night for anything about Eric. Finally, I shrug and answer.

“Look, I’m drawing a complete blank here as to why Eric would even be involved in this at all. I was pissed as hell at Four about what happened with Rain,” I say meaningfully to Tori and she nods then motions for me to continue “My friends decided to take me out to blow off some steam and have a few drinks. I vaguely remember that I spoke to Four about it but I don’t even remember what I said. I don’t remember Eric being there or involved at all. Even if he were there, I don’t really see him giving a shit that I said anything to Four. Hell, he would have probably been amused about it. So, you tell me why he would be coming here if it isn’t to see you?”

A slow grin spreads across her face and she shakes her head at me. “I don’t think so. I think I’m going to sit back and watch all this unfold.” She laughs at my confused expression and motions with her hand to my cup. “Drink up, time is ticking.”

Then she sets her cup of tea down with a chuckle and swishes away from me into her bedroom, her silk robe billowing out behind her.

The tone of her voice, the words, and her smile all have chills of foreboding going down my spine. Tea had sounded good but what's sounding better is the idea of me getting there hell out of here fast.

I can’t be good that Eric is coming here for me specifically. I mean, what could have him so pissed off at me?

Seriously, what happened to my friends having my back!

I do take a few gulps of tea as I make my way over to where I spotted my discarded dress, heels and clutch laying in a heap beside the couch I slept on. At least I have the purse and its contents. That means I have a way to get into the apartment if my roommate isn’t there to let me in. With the way I’m feeling right now she better not be there.

There is no way in hell that she wants to deal with the aftermath of leaving me to do the walk of shame while hungover as hell and running from Eric for something I don’t even remember doing.

Tori’s shower water is turning off about the time I’m dressed and I scowl in irritation towards the closed door of her room. An idea hits me and I rummage around in my clutch then laugh giddily as I grab the lipstick.

I use it to scribble a note on her entryway mirror using the bloodred makeup. I give a nod of satisfaction and slip out of the door with a smile.

She had been so willing to leave me to deal with Eric on my own, was even looking forward to it. Well, let’s see how she likes being left high and dry with Supreme Leader Stick In the Mud.

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I make it into my apartment and have every intention of showering, taking more medicine, getting more water in me, and then passing out again in a darkened room.

Work has other plans.

I’m dripping wet and wrapped in a towel when I hear my phone going off. I know from that first ring who the caller is. The ringtone is one that I have specifically for the extension in the clinic.

As usual, someone got called out to work medic with the patrols and I’m being called in to cover for them.

Dauntless has few trained medics or nurses. Most of the qualified nurses we have come from Erudite. They work set hours during the week and generally only a few of them at that, leaving am our already short of staff during the week that only gets worse on the weekend. Should anything happen and even one single nurse not be able to make it in things get backed up and in a hurry. Especially on a weekend. The patient turnover rate is insane.

I let them know I'll be in and am already pulling on my black scrubs as I say this. I toss my hair up into a messy bun, pull on the shoes that make being on my feet all day bearable; then grab my regular bag and rush out of the door within ten minutes of getting the call. I don’t even have time to stop and grab anything to eat or drink. When I get there I hit the ground running.

Most of the time our clinic sees minor wounds coming in. Things caused from training injuries or even from the entertainment fights that go on. Most of those entertainment fights don't have really serious crap happen because they are heavily regulated. Broken bones, head injuries, and split lips are all just par for the course and regular in Dauntless regardless.

There is a bar though, that serves a rougher crowd and allows some dirtier fighting. It's aptly named Big Shots. The name coming about because that's what frequents there.

The big shots.

The big bad fighters that crave a little more in the action. It's the only place that fights can be wagered on and apparently last night business was booming.

“What the hell went on last night?” I growled out to my Med Aide. She's rushing beside me with charts that are filling her arms and struggling to juggle them around as we go through them.

Dauntless is mostly old school, preferring to use paper over electronics, but there are departments that are fully electronic. My clinic isn’t one of them and not by my choice or preference at all. The amount of paperwork 

“There was a brawl at the bar just before shut down a few hours ago. Not sure what happened but it was bad enough leadership was called in and they had to bring some guards to sort things out.”

“Jesus,” I sigh and start taking a few of the charts while I resign myself to a long day. “Well, let's get a triage set up. Whoever hasn’t been gotten to yet will go in order of priority. I know that there are a few appointments for regular visit crap scheduled for today but those are going to have to be pushed back until we get a handle on this. Try and contact them and see if we can reschedule them and I will get started on the worst cases we have right now.”

She nods and gets bustling as I walk into the curtained off area where the first of many patients wait for me.

A story starts to unfold for me with each person I see.

There was indeed a brawl. The guy that had been the current champion of Big Shots got taken down, ending a four-month-long streak. Which, considering this is Dauntless, is pretty damn good. Anyway, this caused an uproar and things got out of hand when people claimed that it was rigged or he lost the fight on purpose. Either way, it got bad enough that both Eric and Four showed up to get it under control.

Some of the injuries I treated were from one or both of the leaders and it had me shaking my head. I've said before that the two of them are more alike then either one will admit. There are differences, of course. Major ones really, and this is really only going by what I've observed of the two during training or other various encounters. It comes down to them having the same goals but just going about achieving them differently.

I don’t have time to reflect on more about either Four or Eric. I don’t have time to wonder what Eric could want with me when he hadn’t seemed to even know I existed for all of the three years I've been here. And he certainly hasn’t seemed to care or consider the multiple requests I've submitted for the improvement to the med services that Dauntless provides or even the many requests for the much-needed equipment and supplies we are always short of. Thinking about that particular subject always fans the flames of temper but add it with my thoughts of Rain and her leaving and it has made me into a simmering mess at the moment. Which is a really bad time to suddenly be faced with one of the sources of that anger.

I open the door to one of the private rooms with a chart in my hand looking it over. It appears the patient has a knife wound to the ribs that will need to closed. Whoever the patient is was apparently part of the brawl but only just now strolled in. He also got himself bumped up to be seen immediately. I blame the fact that I still have a lingering hangover, in addition to little sleep and no food, for completely missing who that most likely meant it would be. I doubt the few seconds of preparation would have helped me from coming to stop or the muffled squeak I cut, barely, cut off. Thankfully.

Eric is leaning against the table in the room with his arms crossed over his chest and wearing a pissed-off expression that is completely marring his normally emotionless features. His eyes narrow when I come in and they sweep over me from top to bottom very quickly before reversing course and doing it one more time, but much more slowly.

“About time.” He drawls out, not moving even a little while he continues to study me leisurely. “I got your note. Real cute. You’re lucky I had shit to do and didn’t come to find you sooner.”

“I….” I swallow and take a steadying breath then square my shoulders and lift my chin. “You aren’t the only one that had things to do. As you can see I'm busy handling that mess from Big Shots.” I wave my hand in the direction of the waiting room which is still full. “Is there something medical you need or is it just your pride that's wounded? Because I’m afraid I don’t have anything to help you with that.”

There goes my temper, making me talk out of my ass again. I was a little careless in how I’m talking to the feared leader but I also know I’m the one in charge here. He might be a leader but the health and well being of faction members trumps whatever personal slight he might think he received.

Regardless of knowing that I’m still waiting for an explosion. After all, he has and will always have a short fuse for disrespect. But I never get one. What I get instead is a deep chuckle while he reaches down for the hem of his shirt then starts a slow lift.

It’s impossible to deny the man has a spectacular body. It’s also impossible for me to deny that Eric has been the subject of a few fantasies of mine in the past. There was and always has been a passing attraction or fascination with him for me. But after a few years of it being made clear that there wasn’t a chance he would look my way it was also something I moved on from.

So you thought.

Going by the way my body starts to tingle in the slightest and it felt like the temperature in the normally cool exam room seemed to get significantly warmer as I watched him slowly ease his shirt up, it’s clear I might still harbor some of the fantasies for the man.

He's moving extremely slow and I feel a flash of irritation at that thinking he's doing it on purpose. Until I notice that Eric is wincing, even as slight and barely noticeable as it is, letting me know this isn’t some kind of show or cocky tease on his part. He’s actually hurt in some way. I move immediately and without thought. My hands push his away and I whip the shirt off and over his head. Accomplishing this is rather a feat because I have to do a very slight jump from my tiptoes.

Damn my height.

He mumbles thanks while I’m already looking him over.

He’s definitely my knife wound. Thank god it looks to be more of a slash instead of the knife actually stabbing into his side, but even that is bad enough. Whoever it was used one of the serrated blades and it left the flesh a jagged mess.

“Table.” I hiss out the order with narrowed eyes, evaluating what will need to be done and what I will need, then I spin on my heel to start gathering everything.

“You are a  bossy  little thing aren’t you?” He mutters behind me but I hear him sliding on the table, so he at least followed the order. “Can you take orders as well as you give them?”

I’m turning back towards him as he says this with a cocky smirk and tone full of innuendo. I carefully ignore both and move back to the table then lay out all the supplies to the side of him. I take another inspection of the wound. It looks like he might have tried to clean it up before coming in, maybe even started to stitch himself back up as well but thought better of it. All he ended up doing was making it bleed and tearing the edges a bit more. He’ll need to be cleaned up again and I'll need to make sure there isn’t anything in the wound before I can start patching him back up.

I started to prep a needle for anesthetic but he grunts out that he doesn’t need that shit.

“Okay, Dalton. Let’s see if that ‘pain don’t hurt ’ philosophy pans out for you.” I reply with an arched eyebrow and a smirk on my lips.

I shake my head with a smile I can’t help after he gives a full-on laugh and grins at me. “Well aren’t you just a fun-sized package of surprise. The question is, was it the remake or the original you watched?”

I scoff and move away to get something to clean the wound. “That isn’t a question. There's no replacing Swayze and Elliot.”

Once I’m away I take quiet slow breaths to get myself under control and to scold myself for letting him have any kind of effect on me. I use this time to prepare a small bowl with, not only the disinfectant soap I will need, but also add in a few things that will help with the healing of the wound and to keep infection at bay.

I go to the case that all of the private rooms have where certain supplies are kept under lock and key and quickly enter in my code. I pull out a few small vials and take them back to the bowl, then add them to the mix.

One vial is a mild numbing agent that I often use for the younger dependents when they have to come in and have their own wounds tended to. The other is a serum provided by Erudite and that I only use in cases where I know the healing process will need to be accelerated. Generally, I save them for gunshot wounds but Eric’s knife wound is bad enough that I feel justified in using the normally expensive serum.

Sure, keep telling yourself that.

I scowl at myself and the thoughts in my head as I make my way back over to him with the bowl, an irrigation bottle, and a sponge.

I’m completely off balance right now and I want to blame it all on the night I had and my morning hangover but I can’t. Not when I feel Eric’s eyes on me the entire time I’m moving around the room. Not when being near him and feeling how he's looking down at me with such intensity as I start to work on him has thrown me so off that I've completely lost the ability to keep this impersonal and professional.

It isn’t just my choice of using the serum I usually reserve for much more serious injuries. It’s also the fact that I completely forgot to put on gloves before I started to tend to him. I don’t even realize this major blunder until I’m doing using the irrigation bottle to flush out the wound. I set it down and then pick up the sponge to do a light cleaning and notice that something is off.  It takes me a second to realize that my hands aren’t gloved as I run one of them along the bare skin of his ribs.

Fuck! Well, it’s too late to put them on now.  

I avoid looking anywhere but at the area that I'm working on as I continue cleaning then patting it dry with gauze pads. Once I’m done with that I dump the bowl of water and make to put on gloves finally.

“No gloves.” Comes his gruff command as I'm about to slip one on, making me jerk my head up to look at him finally.

His eyebrow is raised but otherwise, there isn’t much of an expression on his face to tell me what the hell he’s thinking.

I put a hand on my hip and shake my head. “I’m afraid that I’m required to wear them if I’m going to have to close that wound. Unless you have some medical reason for not wanting me to wear them?”

Oh, Dios! Why in the hell did I say that? I know very well he doesn’t have one or it would have said it on the chart. And I just gave him an excuse and from the look of that slow wicked smile that’s crossing his face before he wipes it away and gives a nod….

“Yeah. Allergy.”

I hesitate for a second. I could call him on it but I decide not to. Calling him on that could bring about him calling me out and I don’t need that. I snort and push down the flutter I feel when I get close to him again. “Well, that must put a damper on your love life.”

Of course, I would pick saying this when I’m between his legs. I curse myself for not being able to just let it go completely. One of his arms is raised over his head to allow me access but I feel his legs squeeze just a little bit. As if he knows I realize where I am and he isn’t letting me go.

“I seem to manage just fine.” His words are purred and made all the more unsettling because the other arm moves so that his hand is resting against my hip.

I have to bite my lip to manage not making another comment and choose to just ignore all of that and work.

I feel him taking a breath, holding it slightly and releasing slowly as I start to use the staples that I’m using to knit his flesh back together, but otherwise, he doesn’t make a sound.

That is until he decides to start talking.

“So what was all that about with Four? Last I checked, you’re pretty good friends with his little posse.”

I steal a glance at him and his expression but he isn’t looking at me. His forehead is wrinkled and he's looking straight ahead, eyes squinted slightly. I recognize what he’s doing. He’s trying to focus on something, anything, other than the pain.

So the fearsome leader is human after all.

The thought that he’s feeling pain and that I’m causing it makes me frown. I shrug and hope that giving him what he needs will help some.

“I was…” I stop and squint while taking a breath. “Scratch that. I  am  angry about what happened with Rain.”

“You’ve seen others leave or get cut before. So why was it different for you with her?”

“It isn’t like I love seeing it with the others. Even in our initiation when those two girls dropped out I didn’t like it.”

He huffs forcefully, causing me to look up and see he has an expression of dark anger. “You mean the girls that were also your terrorizers?”

I shrug not liking the memory of that or them really. I’m honestly surprised he even remembers that.

“I didn’t think we were going to be best friends and I would have been happy to never have to see them again. I still don’t wish being factionless on anyone, Eric.”

“Okay. I can…” He stops speaking and I shakes his head before going on. “No, I can’t get it. That’s not my style, but whatever. So, what made Rain the person that set you off on Four? Was it just something that was building for a long time?” Damn, he's persistent. I can tell I’m not going to get around telling him what upsets me so much about it. “Tell me, Devi.” He barks out the order.

“Because it could have been me okay!” I stop what I’m doing, slam the tool down on the table and try to shove away but his legs lock around me. “Rain was from Amity, Eric.” I put my hands on his legs to try and pry them from me but the damn things are like the jaws of a locked bear trap and I look ridiculous the longer I struggle.

I finally give up with a huff. Exhaustion pouring through me and I look up to find him studying me quietly.

“She told me that she only chose Dauntless because of me,” I whisper finally and see his look of surprise. “They talk about me there apparently. Talk about how I was the perfect Amity and that it was such a shame I left. She also said there was always a good amount of surprise that I made it through initiation. When her test came back Dauntless she wasn’t going to transfer. Then she remembered hearing about me and thought that if I could do it so could she.”

Understanding flashes in his eyes and he sighs heavily, his hold loosening on me a little as he looks away. “So everything you said to Four, was just because of you feeling guilty?”

I shake my head and trying to think back to what all I might have said. Faint remnants of it come forward.

“No,” I say softly and firmly. “I was and still am very angry at him. It wasn’t all guilt. I don’t remember everything I said, but whatever it was...I meant it. I don’t do it often, but when I get drunk I become more honest. Less likely to just hold it all in.”

“Hmm.” Is his only reply as looks down at me again, a slow small smirk appearing on his lips. “Good to know.”

That’s all he says and I squint waiting for something else but he just shrugs. I roll my eyes, look at his side and see I still need to finish. I pick up the stapler and resume my work. The silence in the room resumes while I work. The only sounds are his slightly more noticeable breathing, the hum of the fluorescent lighting and the click of the stapler as I work.

When I get to the last few ones that need to be done I feel his hand that’s on my hip move so that it just barely skims the hem of the scrub top. I don’t really register this or what he could be doing until I feel his fingers grazing bare skin and I realize he just slipped his hand under the material.

This causes me to jerk as I put the last staple in with much more force than I had been using.

He winces and curses but I don’t bother apologizing as I slam the tool down once again then push his hand away then yell at him.

“What the hell?”

He frowns at me and tilts his head. “You didn’t seem to mind last night when you were basically begging me to take you home?”

My stomach lurches into my throat and I shake my head.

I wouldn’t have...would I?

No! I’m sure I didn’t do anything like that. Yeah, I can be more aggressive when drunk but I also don’t go around throwing myself at random people!

Eric isn’t exactly random though is he?

I back away from him scowling and feel my heart in my throat as I see that, despite him letting me go, he is also following me closely. He slides off the table smoothly and matches me step for step. Catlike and advancing slowly and with a smirk.

“If that’s true then how did I end up at Tori’s?” I ask just as my back hits a cabinet.

“I know I’m a bastard and all, but even I won’t engage in sex with a drunk girl. What’s the point if she can’t sing my praises the next morning?” He gets in close as he replies in a soft voice. There is a teasing quality to his words, brushing off that he would be doing anything that can be considered good or noble.

“So you think it’s ok to just try to come to pick up something that you are assuming I even wanted in the first place? Coming in here thinking that just because you lift your eyebrow my panties are going to get all wet and I’m just going to spread my legs for you? That might work for you with the other girls, but I’m nothing like they are.”

I spit the words out at him with venom. Hoping that they will piss him off and push him away so that he will turn around and walk out of here before I do something I know I'm going to regret. Whether that's slapping that smirk off his face or....somethings else...I'm not sure.

He doesn’t though. Instead, he moves in closer making my chest start to heave as my breathing becomes labored. The heat coming off his body seems to be shooting straight through my body and making me want to squirm. I claw at my willpower to keep it together as his nose brushes against me and he presses even further. I can feel the tip of his nose brush against the tip of my ear first and lose my breath as it starts to ghost down further.

This seems to take an eternity until his lips are near mine.

“I’m counting on that, little Devi.” He whispers this, just a hair's breadth away from my lips. My mouth goes dry with anticipation and despite my words, I think I really do want him to kiss me. “I’m very much looking forward to finding out exactly what you’re made of.”

He moves in and I feel the slight skim of his lips against mine before he pulls away. I sway forward a little because I had been following him to complete the kiss that never came. He smirks and steps back still looking at me as he rolls his bottom lip in, almost biting it before he turns away from me and walks over to the table to grab his shirt.

He whips it on while I feel like I want to slap the shit out of the smug look on his face. I stand with my back against the cabinet, just watching him with a growing scowl on my face. His jacket is laying over the chair in the room and he grabs that, revealing a brown paper bag that was underneath it. He grabs that bag up after pulling his jacket on and then walks back over to me.

The smirk is gone as he presses the bag into my hands.

“You’re right. You are different. But there is no escaping this" he uses one finger to move between the two of us, "or me now, little one.” He looks to the bag and smiles. “I expect you to eat all of that before you go see another person. Your staff will be informed that you’re busy.”

I start to tell him off for what he’s trying to do but he leans forward and before I can utter a word his lips seal around mine. It’s so fast and forceful that I don’t have time to process that it immediately has me mewling for more before he pulls back and turns towards the door.

He pauses as he gets the door open and looks over his shoulder, letting his eyes linger on me in a completely heated way. “I will be seeing you very soon, Devi.”

The door closed behind him and I sunk to the ground right there.

My hand shakily presses to my lips as I try to figure out what the hell just happened.

What the hell made Eric even look my way when he hasn’t before in all my years here?

Remembering the bag I still have clutched to my chest I open it to find a sack lunch from one of the best delis here. My favorite deli. Not only that but inside is the sandwich I prefer made exactly the way I like it. Roast beef with extra pickles and spicy mustard.

How does he even know about that?

It left me wondering if maybe Eric wasn’t as oblivious to my presence as I once believed?

[peter-parkourwrites]

Lose You To Love Me (one shot)

1940’s Bucky x Reader

Based off of the song, Lose You To Love Me - Selena Gomez

Warnings: mentions of getting shot, literally all angst, if you squint fluff

Word Count: 2k

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We'd always go into it blindly

I needed to lose you to find me

This dancing was killing me softly

I needed to hate you to love me, yeah

You had met James Barnes on a humid and foggy night in Brooklyn, July 1st, 1939.

One Year Before Drating

Your friend’s Alice and Rose has decided dragging you out of your house to go out for a night on the town, drinks, dancing, the whole shebang!

When you had stepped out in your baby blue colored dress, the one with the white ribbon tied around the waist, your friends erupted into squeals, mentioning how the boys would be the ones swooning tonight.

You simply laughed, grabbed your cherry red lipstick and raced them out the door, the sound of your heels clattering against the pavement could be heard, paired with loud giggles.

If only you knew how right they would have been.

Bucky had been dragged along dancing with Steve, his scrawny best friend who happened to go beat red every time a decent lookin’ gal showed up in his peripheral. Of course, Buck never minded dancing, truth is he adored it. The sway of a dames hips, and the frill of her dress as he would twirl her around the dance floor to Billie Holiday, or Duke Ellington. The curl of their red or pink lips as he whispered something less than ‘professional’ in her ear.

‘Course any other girl in his eyes would merely become a silly pest when he met you.

There you were, sat at the bar your bare legs crossed and dangling a few inches from the ground, even with heels on.

Bucky cleared his throat, downed the rest of his drink for some liquid courage and stood up. He brushed off the front of his jacket adjusted his cap and strode off towards you. His collar seemed to get tighter as he approached you, even though he could have sworn he loosened it. The room was growing hot, at least he thought so, and yet he continued forward hoping and praying he wasn’t getting sick with the flu that had been going around.

“So, why’s a gorgeous dame like yourself sittin’ here by your lonesome?” He asked, leaning against the bar and shooting you his most dashing smile. His eyes met yours and the world seemed to stop spinning. Your irises were dark and wide, pooling with information as you took in your surroundings, not daring to look at him just yet.

But oh when you did meet his ocean blue eyes, his heart started beating out of his chest, skipping beats, slowing down, speeding up, the whole nine yards. He swallowed thickly, hoping, praying that love at first sight wasn’t just some myth and this wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him, and asked…

“You wanna dance love?”

January 1st, 1940

6 months until the drafting

“James!”

Bucky winced at your tone, his bare feet digging into the sand. He watched as your peach sundress flapped around with the salty ocean breeze. Falling in love more and more every second.

“Bucky I swear to- ahhh!” Strong arms wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up, your bare back going flush against his bare chest. Your cheeks heated up as you kicked at his thighs, watching the world pass by you as he ran towards the shore.

“Bucky no no no!” You cried, but it was too late, you were tossed into the water. The ice cold green and blue surrounded you, as you sat there underneath letting your hair float up around you along with the scattered fish, and seaweed.

Pushing up from the ground you broke the barrier between the cold water and the now even colder air.

“Sorry doll,”He chuckled, a smirk crossing his lips as he leaned in close to you pressing his lips to yours.

You promised the world and I fell for it

I put you first and you adored it

“Bucky.” You grumbled shoving him back, watching as he slipped and fell into the water, last minute pulling you in with him. Now the both of you stood shivering in the winter air, teeth clattering and goosebumps rising with every gust of wind. “You ‘oughta have a good explanation for this hun.” You spoke up, dragging him out of the water behind you and onto the shore. “I love ya, but I oughta get some hot chocolate and dancin’ after this mess.” You hummed, before freezing in your tracks realizing what you had said. “I-I uhh I mean-”

“You love me?” He asked, spinning you around to face him and gripping both your trembling hands in his own ice cold hands. “Well I reckon now as good of a time as ever to mention, I love ya too dollface.” James grinned, looping an arm around your waist and dipping you bringing you flush against him and kissing you deeply. Your hands gripped at the back of his dripping wet uniform and squealing as his fingers tickled at your sides.

“I’m never letting you go baby girl, when I get home I’ll give you the world, and until I leave you’ll have the world.”

“You are my world Bucky.” He hummed and leaned in for another short kiss.

I saw the signs and I ignored it

Rose colored glasses all distorted

Set fire to my purpose And I let it burn

July 6th, 1940

Drafting Day

Bucky lays awake that night, his mind going a thousand miles a minute. Unable to sleep he sits up, letting the sheets pool at his waist leaving his bare chest exposed to the warm summer air. HIs fingers reach out, ghosting over your sleeping features and he prays that if you wake up you won’t think it’s creepy.

But he needs to remember the way your cheekbones become more prominent in the hot weather, when you don’t wear as much makeup. He needs to remember the warm glow that sets on your face as you sleep soundly beside him. The way your lips curl every so slightly as he runs his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp.

His blue eyes filled with adoration, and sadness as he watches you almost purr with delight in your sleep as his soon to be cauloused and rough hands card through your hair.

The sun is now seeping through the white curtains that have long since been stained, such a contrast to when you first had gotten them. It makes him sick thinking they’d have the possibility of changing by the time he returned.

His home, your home… would be different. He’d no longer walk in to your room, and the same glow would not be there. Your brightly colored dresses, pinks, blues, and bright yellows with polka dots, would be switched to greys, blacks, and whites. You had picked up a job as a nurse for the veterans that were coming home already, and you didn’t start until two days after he left. The general having some regard to let you mouron and miss him. Letting your heartbreak settle before working on hand with other people.

And now as you kiss him feverishly, your hands looping around his neck and grasping at his hair. Begging him to stay without needing words he puts on his most charming smile, brushes the salty tears from your cheeks and places one last kiss to your forehead. With a promise.

“I’ll be home soon doll, wait for me.” He said, placing another peck to your lips, shoving a black box in your hands and boarding the bus.

March 18th, 1942

Two years since Bucky has been gone.

Your heart fluttered as you read his latest letter. Something about how they were going in on a mission to gain more intel from Hydra, and try to take them down once and for all. You laugh as he mentions something about ‘following Captain America into the jaws of death’. Steve was prone to dramatics. He mentioned being nervous, considering he only just got out of their hands. You shed a tear as he mentions how he hasn’t been sleeping much since. But he pushes your thoughts from that when he starts talking about some girl Dum Dum was trying to pick up at a bar, and she threw her drink on him.

“Mrs’s Barnes?”

“Louise, how many times have I asked you to stop callin’ me that.” You scoff, sparing a glance down at the ring on your finger, getting lost in its beauty for only a second.

“Sorry Ma’am-”

“It’s not Ma’am either darling, I am not my mother. Good graces if I ever act like her please just take me out back and shoot me.” You groan, pulling on your work gloves, fixing your nurses outfit and following her towards the infirmary.

We’d always go into it blindly

I needed to lose you to find me

Soldiers were being shipped in an out by the minute, you barely knew where to start. But your question was short lived when Louise shook her head and pointed towards the offices.

Suddenly your throat felt very dry, you brought a hand up to pull and loosen your collar as she guided you along beside her, her arm resting around your back as her hand gripped your own.

The news didn’t register properly until you were handed an envelope. Dirty, covered in blood, but there it lay in your hands. The last thing he wrote to you. Kept a secret, never to see the light of day unless he was dead.

The clinic sent you home early that day, and now you sat alone in your studio apartment, that was shared with him.

The letter sat on your coffee table, mocking you. That letter was the destruction of everything you had built with him. You knew what was in it without even having to read it.

Dear (Y/N),

My love, the sun to my stars, my babydoll. You are everything a man could ever wish for. And you know I hate formalities but I feel like if this didn’t start with dear Steve would have my head.

I hope you never have to read this because… it means I’m dead, or missing in action. Which either way means dead in the eyes of war.

When I first got my draft notice I was sick. I threw up the whole night, my ma and sister by my side. I couldn’t leave ‘em here, ya know? With my dad being gone… it never felt right. But I knew I had to go. Stevie was the one who actually wanted to leave. Always goin’ on and on about how jealous he was that I fit all those damn requirements.

So I guess that's when I started wearing my uniform with pride. Knowing I was doing something good for this fucked up world.

But then I met you.

You. Damn I could go on and on ‘bout how beautiful you were that night. By your lonesome, just smiling all happy in that dance hall, not a care in the world about the war, or if anyone would ruin your night.

So I guess that’s why I walked up to you specifically. You didn’t have a care in the world, you were just happy. So I figured, why not have a fun time with a beautiful gal, and then leave her that same night so she wouldn’t have to see off. I didn’t want anyone to see my off. Not my Ma, Sisters, Stevie. Hell I never even dreamt you would. I figured I’d ignore my draft notice long enough that I could elope with some gal who would go with me, and never have to fight in this damn war. But that night... when you took my hand in yours and smiled that cherry red smile... I was done for. Completely whipped man, and I guess that night I didn’t think of the consequences. I didn’t think I would fall so hard for a dame who I barely knew besides the color of her dress and the way it made her eyes pop.

‘Course I’m me, and well… shit happens. But I am so glad that it did. Because either way, loving you will always be the greatest thing I have ever done. No matter how badly I wanted to stay, leaving was the hardest thing.

I hope this letter finds you in good health, and if you want to hate me for the rest of your life, I wouldn’t blame ya sweetheart. If you find another man, I won’t blame you for that either doll. Live your life, live your dreams… just don’t forget me. I won’t forget you.

Yours forever,

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

April 6th, 1942

You stared at the empty casket in the ground. It had yet to be covered up, and the rain was beating against it making the most horrendous sounds. Bucky always hated the rain. Said it got in the way. Of what? You didn’t know. You figured it was some odd thing from his childhood, maybe he got stuck outside in it and got sick, or maybe he just hated water as a whole.

But now you understood. The rain made everything dreary, and cold. A mood fitting for a funeral you presumed. Didn’t mean it hurt any less. If anything it should have been sunny for him. Bucky was always lighting up your life, or any room he walked into with that dashing smile of his.

His Ma, and sisters cleared out a while ago, to go back to their house for something to eat and to talk.

Something Bucky would have also hated. He never went to family parties, said it gave him headaches, and he hated having to use small talk with his own cousins because his Ma would have smacked him upside the head had she heard what they really talked about.

You stood at the foot of his grave. Your black flats kicking at the dirt. Tears no longer streaming down your face.

“I hate you ya know…” You finally spoke. You were silent for the whole ceremony, not even bothering to look up when you were asked to speak. You couldn’t. How could you when the love of your life was not even in his own grave, but out on the front lines somewhere in germany, dead.

“That night… when you” You cleared your throat and lowered yourself to sit on the ground. “When you asked me to dance… I wanted to say no. You were a man decorated for war, I knew only heartbreak would come.” You sighed, picking at the grasses that grew beneath your feet, scoffing at how it was able to live out its stupid life, and not him. “God if you could see me now Buck, you’d be laughing up a storm. I mean here I am, scolding fuckin’ grass for being alive. I must be a mad woman.” You laughed bitterly and it turned into choking sobs overtime.

“When you asked me to dance that night… my momma had always told me, don’t fall in love with a soldier. He’ll break your heart long before you even see it coming. To this day I still don’t know why she always said it… because you never broke my heart. Still haven’t, and I think I hate you a bit for that. I think it would have been easier if you left me alone that night underneath the lamp post. Maybe then I would have found some man worthy of my time as you’d always go on about. But there was never anyone else Buck. There never will be. It’s always you.” You took a deep breath and shake your head, your hands now sitting in your lap.

“All this, makes me think I deserve it… ya know? Some sort of sick karma… like I was so happy, so in love and suddenly it was ripped away from me. But I guess… I needed to lose you to find me because now… I work with the veterans. Sit and talk with them about the war. Hell one of them knew you, think his name was Pinky something… I dunno, but the nurses and I have helped them get back on their feet. Even started a home for ‘em, and their families. Same with orphans and widows of the war, they stay there when needed for food, medical care, and just company. You’d be proud of me I hope… I love you James… I’ll see you again someday”

Thunder boomed, as lightning lit up the sky. Brushing away the tears you stood up on shaky legs and placed a kiss to the casket, the red stain of your lipstick not even daring to be washed away by the rain. You gripped his dogs tags that lay around your neck tightly, your knuckles growing white as you made your way out of the cemetery and to an empty home.

And now the chapter is closed and done

To love love, yeah

To love love, yeah

To love, yeah

And now it’s goodbye, it’s goodbye for us.

[kaetastic]

You Had Your Chance

pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

summary: Steven Rogers finally meets you once again, after the past beween you two. 

word count: 1k+

warning: A N G S T

note: i love angst, and when i woke up- i wrote this directly lmao. i was listening to scotty sire take me away. i needed angst, have a nice day!

He heaved a sigh, eyes shut tight as the stinging alcohol slammed onto the back of his throat. The blaring music bouncing through his ears, he held back a frustrated groan and an irritated roll of his eyes. Beats of the song linked with the strong punch of the present colognes. Bodies were everywhere, walking from one side of the room to the other. It was getting on his nerves.

“What’cha doing?” Sam inquired, pushing his legs onto the high chair. It squeaked at the sudden weight. He placed his glass down, gently; the blue liquid in his cup splashed out slightly. He hissed in at the spill. “Thank you.” He sent a thankful smile to the bartender who noticed the mishap, wiping it away- there was no trace of the accident. Only beads of water from the wet towel.

Steve who still didn’t answer his question, rubbed his temples in circles, he felt nauseous in the confinement of the room. It was spacious indeed, but the number of guests Tony invited made him feel overcrowded and overwhelmed with emotions. He didn’t know why he was drinking either. Why was he even here? Thoughts ran around his head to answer his own question. But it all zapped to faded specks of dust.

“Woah…” The Falcon stared in awe, mouth gaped open, jaw resting on the floor as he blinked rapidly, not believing his sight. But it was true. The glittery and sparkly dress was prominent amongst the audience. Steve pulled away from the table, glancing at his friend before scanning the crowd in hopes of finding what left him astounded. It didn’t take long for him to find the breathtaking reason.

The hard beats of the song slowed down, volume muffled as his eyes land on the front door. The dress hugged her curves, thin straps holding the pieces as a slit had cut from her thigh and below. His lips parted as he admired her choice of outfit, mouth suddenly went dry. Those who stood in her way paced backwards to make way for her, as they too stared at her with amazement, gobsmacked at the beauty that stood in front of them. As if time was slowed down, her head whipped from side to side, eyes running with no halting. She was looking for someone.

A grin smeared on her lips once it landed on his, her pearly white teeth gleaming and twinkling. She paced forward but halted once an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her body into his warmth. She glanced at him, eyebrows furrowed which relaxed once she realized it was him. Albeit everyone had their eyes on them, their composure didn’t falter under pressuring gazes. And if her smile wasn’t bright enough, it shone more. Playing the same reaction, he pressed a soft kiss on her lips that was painted with a fierce red.

Steve’s hopes clashed like fragile glass. His clench on his cup tightened slightly, not enough for it to shatter. They pulled away, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as they walked closer to him; his eyes accidentally making contact with Y/N. Steve’s breath hitched, rapidly changing his view to the bar. The strong breeze swung by him, the scent of her favourite perfume intoxicated him. She would always wear that one.

And very much to his dismay, they passed him. Glancing to face her, the music played a rather soft melody this time, he watched as she hugged Tony and Pepper. She radiated happiness, on top of the world as she laughs; her head was thrown back with a large smile, her curled hair bouncing on her shoulders.

He just wanted to go back in time to be with her. To take the chance he never did. 

A deep sigh left his lips, he rubbed his thumb onto the wine glass- head facing down the rail as his eyes shut tight. The music that resounded were confined in the party hall, the only barrier between the busy city and the party was the door that perfectly sealed the noise. Only muffled melodies slipped pass the busy night.

The door squeaked. The music was very much to his disliking, blaring after. He cleared his throat, standing still to seem more presentable; not knowing who it was. Sipping on the wine, the faint clash of the door fitting back to close. He froze. The familiar scent entering his lungs.

He flinched back to leave, but he was cornered. He adjusted his cuffs, trying to distract himself. Not wanting to glance at the figure.

The heavy silence weighed on their shoulder, it took him everything to hold back the urge of turning to face her, “Remember when we first met?” As if a spark of electricity zapped through his muscles, he tensed. Slightly shocked at the abrupt commencement of a hopefully, conversation, his eyes didn’t waver as his orbs started to look around the busy night streets. He tried to find something interesting, to pull himself away. But a pit of fire roared in his stomach, he had to take this chance.

“How could I forget?” He mumbled back, not an answer but a question to her own. She chuckled, wearing a gleaming smile as she gripped onto the cold rails. A slight hiss left her lips before she got comfortable, warmth radiating the frozen-like metal.

“I remembered when we used to get coffees together.” She reoccurred the memory, a content smile at the quick play of the past. He nodded.

“I would be the one to wake you up for training,” He chuckled, shaking his head as he joined the memory train. “You were always cranky if someone woke you up, feral.” She gasped from his sudden insult, a hand on her heart with widened eyes as she was left dumbfounded for a few seconds. More shocked at his boldness rather than his insult.

“My beauty sleep is my top priority.” She reasoned, scoffing.

“Really? You always slept at 4 a.m. in the morning.” He glimpsed to face her, it was an action with no hesitation and zero to no thoughts. He finally realized his mistake, looking at her. His mouth wide open as he finally gets to admire her up close, her curled hair fitted her outfit perfectly. The glitter that smeared across her cheekbones shimmered, her lipstick still strong. He watched as she chuckled at his comment.

The silence creeping back in, shivers running down their spine as they stood there, honking of the streams of vehicles in traffic echoing through the balcony.

A twinkle of sparkle hits his eyes, he side-glanced at the shiny object. His heart clenched. He quickly averted his gaze, breathing heavier as thoughts devoured him. Clearing his throat once again, he decided to break the silence, “That’s a beautiful ring.” He commented, not daring to look at her reaction.

Y/N smiled, turning her left hand to admire the diamond ring that wrapped around her elegantly. Smaller sized diamonds embodied the sides of the rings- adding more twinkle like the stars that smeared across the night sky. The memory of her wedding flashing before her eyes, she breathed out the air she didn’t know she was holding, taking her seconds to think of a reply, “How about you?”

“Hm?” He turned to face her.

“Where’s the lucky lady?” She chuckled, hoping to crack the tension that suffocated her throat; she wonders if he felt it.

Steve pushed the metal rail, holding onto it as he looks up at the dark canvas of a sky, “Haven’t found one yet,” He answered, a bit too nonchalantly than he intended. Finally, the realization of awkwardness and tension slapped him. “I mean, who would want to be with a 100-year-old man?”

She smiled at his attempt of relieving the tension. His mouth gaped open to finally ask her the question that had been stabbing him for months. Which faltered to a thin line when the drumming speakers flowed out to slip through the eerie silence between the two. Her head whipped back to take a glimpse at the person who punched a hole through the barrier, allowing the familiar rhythm to recklessly join the night.

“I’m not ruining anything right?” The brunette asked, glancing at his wife and Captain America. She shook her head. He wore a friendly smile as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pecking her forehead at her body warmth; happiness erupting in his stomach as she hugged his chest tight.

“Steve, my husband- Duncan. Duncan, Steve.” They shook their hands, Steve dragged the moment a bit too long as his grip harden. Duncan’s mouth gaped open, standing awkwardly; glancing at his wife who stared at their hands.

“Sorry, just thinking.” The super soldier lied, cringing at how bad it came out. Pulling his hand back, he smiled at the couple.

“Sorry Cap, have to steal this gorgeous woman for the night.” She slapped his shoulders, cheeks painted red at his compliment. “What? It’s true. Your favourite song is playing, come on.” Y/N grinned at her husband’s intentions, she nodded as he interlaced his fingers with her.

Steve’s tongue twisted, the door opened and Duncan was pulling her to enter the building but before she disappeared, he yelled, “Let’s get some coffee later!” She nodded before her figure was engulfed, her body joining the rest as she happily danced with her husband.

The door was shut once again, he sighed as he watched her having the best time of her life. The blaming that he had found himself acquainting floated and hovered around his conscience; she flowed to the rhythm perfectly as Duncan twirled her around. It could’ve been him. It could’ve been him who made her happy. It could’ve been him to kneel on one knee. It could’ve. But his fear of losing someone else stopped him.

[mercurymetals]

help! i’m married to the evil ones

Okay, apparently it's the jojo self-shipping week and I’m seeing everyone doing it so naturally I decided I want to hop in on the train. So here's a little thing featuring myself and all of my jojo husbandos.

Although this is meant to be self-shipping, it's still written in second person, so hopefully anyone can enjoy it. This is essentially you, like half of the villain squad..... and also Bruno. Because that’s how I roll.

Warnings: Crack. Not even the good kind. Don't expect this to make any sense.

Ah, what a beautiful Duwang. For some reason this is your first thought when you enter the kitchen and see Kira Yoshikage, age 33, his house located in the northeast section of Morioh-- right, you know this. Of course you do. You're in his house right now, and there he is in a pink apron by the kettle making some coffee.

"Hey," you say, your eyes still heavy with sleep as you walk over to him.

"Ah, good morning, dear," Kira replies, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it while you rub your eyes with the other one. "Sleep well?"

Not really. Kind of hard to do that when you're sharing the bed with two very big buff muscular dudes, neither of which like to share the bed with each other but both of them equally and stubbornly insistent on sharing it with you. Oh well. One more week and the rota will change, and then you can find some peace in sleeping with the zipper man instead. At least he won't crush you if he happens to roll over to your side of the bed. You look forward to that luxury.

But it's way too early in the morning to be explaining any of this, so you just make a noise that you hope communicates all of your thoughts while holding out your hands expectantly. Kira seems to find this agreeable and hands you a freshly made cup of coffee. "Go and wait in the dining room. I'm nearly done here."

You arrive to the dining room to find everyone else already there. It's morning, but that doesn't stop any of these heathens from raising their voices.

"It is too early!"

"No, it's not. It's never too early for a glass of good wine." Dio, one of the big buff men you have to share your bed with and currently still completely shirtless, punctuates his point by taking a sip from his wine glass.

Doppio grimaces, looking at Dio as if he is a pathetic creature deserving only of pity. "You're just a weirdo."

"But at least I'm sexy."

While Doppio rolls his eyes and turns away from Dio, you find a spot on the floor between him and Bruno. Summer's drawing to an end and it's already cool in the mornings, so all of you eat your breakfast under the kotatsu table, legs tucked inside the blanket for warmth. You stick your legs in, and end up having to intertwine them with Kars', aka The Other Big Buff Man You Are Forced To Bed-Share With On A Nightly Basis, since he's sat directly across from you.

It's not long before Kira comes into the room and starts setting down the breakfast on the table. It's the usual - bowls of rice, miso soup, fish and pickled vegetables. But even by the time Kira himself settles down between Bruno and Kars, the argument from before is still going.

"You're a vampire. There's no reason to be drinking actual wine," Kars says with a sneer, sipping on the red liquid in his glass. Better not think too hard about what's in there. Or how he got it so early in the morning.

"I have always liked wine," Dio argues with a scowl. "If anything, there's no reason to stop drinking it."

"You're disgracing us by ingesting these worthless human products," Kars says, reaching over to pop a pickled plum into his mouth. "Have you truly no shame?" he asks, voice muffled by the fruit.

"It's an acquired taste-- Obviously you'd never understand--"

"Not that I give a fuck," you interrupt, looking to Kars. "But you literally just ate a plum."

Kars’ attention turns to you. "Yes, but that's different. Plums, and fruit in general, come directly from nature. Therefore, I find them an acceptable sustenance from time to time."

You stare at him. "It was a pickled plum."

".....A pickled plum directly from nature," he claims. "Anyway, that's besides the point. We're talking about wine and blood, here."

"Blood is pretty unsightly first thing in the morning," Kira comments in-between gulps, patting his mouth dry with a napkin. "I'd prefer you at least leave it for a later time."

"I just hate it when I have to do the dishes!" Doppio complains with a frown and a pout. "It smells so gross!"

"It smells delightful," Kars says with a thin smile, and Dio hums in agreement.

Doppio smirks. "Okay, great, because it's your turn to do the dishes today."

Kars' smile falls and he narrows his eyes. "I do not do 'dishes'."

"Dishes and cleaning up are something befitting of your meagre human existence," Dio perks up, always eager to team up with Kars if it's to deride humans. "You do them."

"I always do them!" Doppio shouts, slamming his fist on the table. "And I'm sick of it!"

Kira sighs. "Really, can we stop this? I can do them if it's that big of a deal--"

"No!" Doppio cuts him off, somewhere on the verge between pissed off and hysterical. "It's their turn! This isn't fair!"

The voices and arguments keep rising, and in the mean time you take a sip of your coffee, watching all of this unfold like it's the morning re-run of your favourite telenovela. But just as things are getting a little too rowdy, and it's looking like Doppio might seriously attempt to punch that jeering smirk off of Kars' face--

"Enough." Bruno only raised his voice a notch, but silence immediately sweeps over the room all the same. You'd almost forgotten he was here, he had been so silent, but now you swear you can hear a choir of otherworldly angelic voices announcing his presence as he mercifully decides to step in, with a beam of white light shining down from the heavens to spotlight him right here in this small Japanese-style dining room, half of his body still tucked under the kotatsu. "Kars, you'll do the dishes."

Doppio lets out a cry of victory. Kars bristles, his hair rising off his shoulders like he's in a Ghibli movie. "Do you even know what you're saying? I am the ultimate life form, all-powerful, indestructible, undefeated-- well... Alright, defeated once, but still completely superior to a human like you, or this act of 'doing dishes' you speak of."

Bruno looks unfazed. "And can this 'ultimate life form' business of yours turn dishes instantly clean?"

Kars pauses. "Well-- No, but--"

"Then you'll do the dishes." The finality in Bruno's voice is unquestionable, and the rest of breakfast is spent in blissful silence. Well, almost, because Dio can’t stop from snickering at Kars' misfortune and Kars, having already been pushed to his limit, ends up punching Dio so hard he flies across the room with a cry of "UGEEE!" and smashes into the wall, leaving a spray of blood arching behind him like a fountain. How ironic.

Haha, you think. 'Ironic'. Get it? Because of the blood? Oh God, I hate myself so much.

"I just got that wall fixed last week," Kira whispers in exasperation as Kars begins collecting the now-emptied dishes and carries them into the kitchen, much to his own dismay.

* *

That afternoon, you decide to go to your bedroom and spend some time on your laptop, intent on writing some fun spicy fanfiction of your faves, or perhaps even reading some if the stars have aligned and your friends posted something since the last time you checked.

But when you open the door, you see a lump on your bed under the blanket. A large, strangely man-shaped lump, in fact.

You walk up to it and lift the blanket. You are met with the sight of Diavolo, half-naked and sat cross-legged on your bed, his hot pink laptop open in front of him. He flinches and hisses at you, shielding himself from the light you've invaded him with like the sewer-dwelling creature that he is.

"What are you doing?" you ask, not entirely surprised by any of this.

"I'm hiding," he grumbles, blinking his weird spotted eyes to see you better. "I think Dio and Kars want to eat me again."

"Oh wow, that’s so sad," you say, watching his face light up for a moment. He's about to say something, but you continue first. "I can't believe anyone would actually want to eat someone like you."

Diavolo looks crestfallen. You let go of the blanket, leaving it covering the top of his head and his shoulders as you sit down on the edge of the bed next to him. You glance at the laptop and see he's got it open on some kind of an article reviewing the new release of a high brand glossy black lipstick, pictures and all.

"Why are you all so mean to me?!" Diavolo huffs, his voice pitched higher than usual in his complaining. "Dio and Kars just think of me as a snack, Kira only likes me for my hands, Buccellati just straight up hates me, and even when that priest and the lizard man come to visit, they just mock me!"

Huh. According to the review, this lipstick is actually pretty good. Waterproof, too. Wonder if they come in green? Dio might like to see this one.

"You're not even listening to me!" Diavolo cries out, and you turn your gaze on him with a smile.

"Sure I am." You pat him on the shoulder with no semblance of sympathy. "It's because you're so cute, Diavolo."

"I'm not cute," he says, half-shocked and half-indignant. "I am Diavolo! I am the emperor--"

"Yeah, yeah." You scuttle closer to him, watching his offended expression shift to a nervous look. But he stays still when you lean in and place a loving kiss on his cheek, his face flushing a little at the gesture. "Cute."

Diavolo sighs, resigning himself to your compliment. His black-painted lips (matte today, but already a little smudged on one side - he really does need a new brand) actually tilt upwards for once. "At least I have you," he says, this time moving closer to you of his own accord as he nuzzles your face. "You're different..."

You take this prime opportunity to kiss his jaw, and then trail soft kisses down his neck as he keeps talking. "They might hate me, but I know you don't. Even when you tease me, it's not the same as them..." Your hand runs up his chest, tracing the pattern of his mesh shirt as your fingers inch higher and higher. "I know you love me. And I know you'd never hurt m-- Ghhn?!"

Your fingers wrap tightly around his throat. You lean away and watch him struggle for breath, both of his hands wrapping around your wrist. "What are you--?!" he chokes out, wide-eyed.

"I mean," you shrug innocently, despite the shit-eating grin on your face. "Isn't it time you died?"

"Wh--" You squeeze tighter, and Diavolo gasps drily. "I can't believe you'd--"

You let go for a moment and shove him down on the bed. You hear his laptop clatter to the floor as you wrangle yourself on top of him and he cries out: "Not my laptop!"

"Oh, shush. It'll be fine." It's ugly, anyway. Why hot pink? He could've at least done himself a favour and picked pastel pink. But no, of course not, because Diavolo has no taste. Good riddance to that atrocity. "Now, let's see..."

You trail your hands up his tiddies again, and he makes a high-pitched noise as he tries to kick himself up the bed and away from your rapidly approaching fingers. "No! Ah...! No!! S-- STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MEEEE!!"

But just then the door busts open and both of you turn your heads to look.

Dio is standing in the doorway, apparently fully recovered from his ordeal with Kars. He's wearing disgustingly-tight black leather leggings, a bright purple sequin shirt that looks like it’s straight from the 90s, and a huge fluffy purple boa around his shoulders. He stares at you and Diavolo for a few long moments (or at least, you think he does - kind of hard to tell from behind those black sunglasses on his face), taking in the sight of Diavolo splayed out on the bed, with you straddling him and your hands wrapped around his throat.

If Dio thinks anything of this display, he doesn't show it. Instead, he lowers the sunglasses down a notch so he can look at you with a stony expression. "Get ready, losers. We're going shopping."

[antigenius]

Aaaaah your skincare hc 💜 i'm dealing with some really bad acne rn and reading that was amazing. Can you write skincare hcs for 1a girls too? (And also the best girl hatsume mei if it's not too much) 💖

OMIGOD FIRST REQUEST BSDJJRJTJ YOU GOT IT BBY LETS GO-

Toru:

I got her hcs while I was in the shower coincidentally enough.

Okay surprisingly for someone who you can't see, she really REALLY cares about her looks. It's really sad but she's actually super insecure despite being invisible

Loves any sort of face mask that has animals or cute things on it!! Cute, cute, cute!! She especially loves those little fruit shaped masks that you slap on different parts of your face like hgsvgbd please-

Actually has really oily skin, which is purely the cause of her insecurities. Someone please compliment this girl on her skin for gosh sakes-

Uses foam and oil cleansers to gently try and control her acne. Then uses a really light daycream with included sun protection when it's both day and night. She uses it at night because she gets scared that her night cream will be too much for her face. Better to go lighter.

OH MY GOD SHE LOVES HOT SPRINGS. P L E A S E. She enjoyed the camp so much because it made her pores open up and made it easier to clean!!

Uses those peel off pore masks on her nose, chin and upper lip. Hurts her sometimes, you can usually see her cry a bit when she takes them off.

Uses tweezers to clean up her eyebrows and upper lip. Hurts a lot, but she manages. Puts aloe vera after.

Detoxing is important! Sometimes she goes on a vegan diet for a week so that her acne gets a bit better. Only drinks water during that time too!

UGH GET THIS GIRL SOME PINK GRAPEFRUIT BODY SCRUB AND SHE'LL LITERALLY LOVE YOU FOREVER JUST OMG G R A P E F R U I T

In general she enjoys smelling like things you can eat! Mainly fruits, so Toru generally smells like berries or citrus.

Uses a stick deodorant that's organic. Hates the feeling of clinical deodorants.

Ajdjsjjjf acne needles? Yes. She uses them. Doesn't wanna get acne scars and this is more hygienic than actually popping pimples with your fingers. She really takes great care when it comes to her skin.

Ochaco:

Ochaco is literally me when I spent all my money on food :')

Cheap as hell. Obviously. This means CHEAP BEAUTY HACKS!

Ochaco has normal skin thankfully enough, but she does get some bad days with acne. Happens.

Cheap means you make your own stuff. Instead of buying exfoliating scrubs, Ochaco makes her own by buying oatmeal, apples, raw honey, cinnamon, and lemon juice. She puts this all in a food processor, letting it become a thick paste. Before she puts it on her face, she puts in a bit of sugar and tada!!! Smooth, soft, baby skin!

Another thing she makes is cucumber and banana ice-cubes for her dark eyebags. She grabs some cucumber, mushes it half a banana and then puts them into an ice-tray. Then whenever she has dark eyebags, she busts out these bad boys and voìla!

Is a hoe for 5 minute-crafts stuff. They're usually cheap and work for her really well, so now she heccing worships it like a g O d.

Doesn't really understand makeup? She might only use some eyeshadow and eyeliner. Possibly chapstick if she has some.

Makes her own lipscrubs though! Sugar and honey make a beautiful scrub for her lips, she rubs and licks it off happily to reveal velvet, plush lips ready for kissing! ;)

Really good at making cute diy beauty stuff!! She once made this clear lip balm that had a dry flower inside. She actually sold some! She was so proud of herself.

Oh gosh if you give Ochaco expensive Burberry Her perfume that smells sweet and sugary she will cry because she is so grateful for that. It's her FAVOURITE smell. Otherwise, she smells like faint roses.

Uses spray deodorant on hot days and stick deodorant on cold days. Spray deodorant is such a perk up when she's been sweating from training.

If there's a sale on skincare products, you'd best believe Ochaco sits there in the morning in front of the shop to get all the best stuff first. She will actually kill someone if that try and take the last item on the shelf which is on sale, especially if it's like 50% off. She'd tear some limbs. O_o

Prefers liquid soap over soap bars, but buys soap bars more often because they're cheaper and easier to stock. Just please get her some moderately priced things god this girl NEEDS PAMPERING OKAY???

Momo:

Bro you know how gay I am for this girl like dude I LOVE HER OKAY???

Completely and utterly clueless when it comes to skincare.

Never gets acne??? Like ever??? I'm so jealous it's SO UNFAIR. Does get dry skin though.

Uses those 24 carat gold face masks because they look pretty and make her face freakin GLOW LIKE A GODDESS.

Uses peel off masks, but more for dead skin. Hurts much less and she just heccing emits rays of sunlight.

Uses sunscreen a lot though. She's really prone to getting sunburnt, and she can't get a tan, which makes her kinda sad. Cancer is too scary to get a tan over.

Likes body and hand creams too much for her own good. Has a whole collection of them which all have a variety of smells and textures so her body and hands and just her skin is normally soft and silky and just hafdjskrjkt-

Has to use coffee scrubs and body oil since she has stretch marks from developing super fast. She's really insecure about it and hates that part of herself a lot tbh. Please praise her I beg you.

Loves to sit in a hot bath with rose petals. Spa treatment is all he knows about skincare really.

Has like four perfumes she normally uses. One is a sweet smelling perfume that has soft sugary notes that make you drool. The second smells like delicate roses with dewdrops from the morning mist. The second smells like berries and forests, as if you're about to pick some yourself. The last one smells like the pandan leaves with mangoes. Basically, Momo smells like paradise.

Actually loves buying cheap lip-glosses and lipsticks!! Her favourite is this shimmery golden lipgloss which changes colour depending on the light that she's in. Only uses it on very special occasions though. Otherwise, her best one is usually a moderately red lipstick or a cute red tinted lipgloss which just slightly colours her lips. Makes her lips so adorably kissable. (I'm gay for her okay shut up-)

Okay, we all know for a fact Momo be thicc. But she doesn't really like it honestly. Her thicc comes from cellulite and it's so gross to her. Uses a stiff, dry brush to move the fat around a by so she's more evened out in thiccness.

Mina:

Pink alien queen!

Acid comes out of her skin daily, this means really dry skin. Dry like sometimes peel off dry. It's really bad.

Just like Toru, really cares about skincare. Although a little less than Toru but still.

Toners are her best friends because her pores sometimes open up due to her quirk. Acid can damage them sometimes too, so mild, hydrating toners are great for skin like her's.

HAND CREAM AAAAAAAAAAA

Whilst she isn't rich enough to have a bunch of handcream like Momo, she has this specific handcream that smells like candy and marshmallows. It's. So. Good. Also makes her hands soft and silky like gahdhhd-

Cream is also a good friend of hers. Uses both night and day cream to make sure her skin stays plump and hydrated!

Uses potato slices instead of cucumbers so that her dark eyebags aren't too bad. She normally doesn't get em so this rarely happens.

Also uses lots of vanilla and almond body cream. Soft and silky skin that can make anyone want to hug her. (IM SO GAY SHUT UP)

Uses lip masks! Loves those Korean or Japanese candy ones! They really leave her lips luscious for any kisses!

Speaking about Korean and Japanese stuff, SHE ADORES THEM.

Korean stuff the most! They always provide her with great results, so they're her go to when she has a really dry day. Loves using their hydration masks!

Uses lip tattoos because she hates the feeling of lipgloss or lipstick. Plus, it doesn't leave a mark.

Mina also thicc, but she's more of a muscular thicc than fat thicc. This means she needs to use body oil to make sure her thighs and skin are tight and smooth.

She uses lasers to get rid of her hairs. Somehow her hairs are immune to her acid. She uses laser treatment to make sure she doesn't have to deal with it often. You wouldn't even know she has hair tbh because of the treatment.

Mina smells like coconuts and sea-salt with a hint of lime or mint depending on her mood. She smells like what'd you smell in a 5 star island resort as you walk on the white sandy beaches and sit in the bar watching the sunset go down on the horizon just hhh-

Feet are baby smooth?? Dunno why. They're just naturally soft and beautiful and shfhd when she rubs her feet against your legs it's so soft it's like she rubbed petals on your legs-

Speaking about petals! She loves having baths with either bubbles or petals with some candles to calm down. Definitely after a hard day of training!! Don't disturb!

Tsu:

I CAN'T DO MUCH FOR TSU IM SORRY

Tsu literally doesn't use skin items at all.

She has a normal skin type and also never gets acne somehow???? Like bro hecc tell me your ways.

She's not clueless about it like Momo, but she just has no use for it since her skin's just kinda perfect like hello what-

She is a frog though, so she really need that moisture!! Jacuzzi baths are like her favourite thing.

Ooh, also really likes those clay masks! That's the only skincare item she actually uses to be real with y'all.

Okay okay hear me out though, Tsu is a hoe for those kiddie slime baths. Like I'm not even kidding she loves it so hecking much but she would never admit it in any lifetime.

Also really loves it if you get her a whole big bag of those resin pellets that turn into those little jelly balls and she just goes into a bath of those??? Gosh yes paradise hecc

Smells like a dewy forest with hints of citrus and earthy tones. She's got that scent that's really unique and like you can walk by with a blindfold and point her out by smell alone.

Oops by the way she really enjoys having cucumbers on her eyes. She has natural eyebags, so she normally counters it with both cucumber and potato slices.

There's a secret tradition that runs in her family to get rid of wrinkles. They steam a small, knobbly hand towel with warm water and then rub it in circular motions on their face slowly going upwards. Works really heccing well.

Honestly, Tsu doesn't really care about her looks. Skincare or makeup for her is just an additional bother that she has to deal with.

Her skin is never pruney. Makes sense why though.

Mei:

Eyy because you asked so nicely! Tbh to me Camie from Shiketsu is best girl but like okay Mei is qt-

She's always covered in grime and dirt, so she actually gets acne daily. She just has really great skin routines!

Has a combination skin type, her forehead is the oiliest compared with the rest of her far though. Yuck.

When she stops tinkering (haha when does she do that-), she immediately goes and washes her face with an oil face wash. It helps properly cleanse her pores from all the grime and dirt that was on her face.

Sometimes, she has a really grimy day, so she uses a harsh clay wash just to make sure EVERYTHING IS OUT. Then uses a hydrating toner and a very light daycream!

Exfoliates every two weeks to make sure her skin isn't gross. Skin cells need to turn over every two weeks, so she makes sure she does that or she'll literally have pimples scattered on her forehead.

Is a popper. She hates seeing pimples and immediately pops them on site with some gloves. Then puts a miniscule dab of antiseptic cream so that it don't come back and spread.

Mei smells like petrol. Literally. When she stays out of the lab for a week though, she actually smells like caramel and cotton candy.

Has calluses on her from tinkering so much. She doesn't like it. Please trace and caress them gently and she'll love you.

She uses body oil because it feels more normal than body cream. Can lead her to being clumsy because she sometimes sloshes it on her body and then she has to wait a while before she can actually do things.

Salt block. Hates deodorant. Masks the smell of grime in the lab and she LIVES for that smell.

Uses charcoal face masks to relax and detox. Helps her think of her next baby to create as well, so bonus!

Likes going to those floating pods. They're really relaxing and make her feel at ease in the world.

Bubble baths are a no no. She had a really bad experience with them once when she tried to make a bubble telescope and put it to her eye. Let's just say she used to be able to see farther…

She enjoys using lipgloss though! Her lips smell like cake or cookie dough even though they're normally coloured in a neutral pink or a soft red. Even tastes like strawberries and cream.

Takes hecking great care of her hands. Her hands are meticulously the most gorgeous part of her. They're soft, velvety, and while they are callused, it only adds to its perfections and they're just so stunningly manicured and she does it all by herself like oh my god her hands are just bdbdkfgjfk-

Since anon has some bad acne, I actually have some advice since I myself care a heck ton about my skin.

Oil based face wash goes incredibly well with a foam cleanser. Using both gets rid of all the dirt, oil, makeup and residue in your pores. Best stuff and keeps me clear.

EXFOLIATE PLEASE!! Get one of those cute exfoliating scrubs or literally make the one Ochaco uses. They're really important to do because your dead skin cells can cause more acne and bumps.

When you have bad acne, I suggest using only light daycreams after you wash your face because night creams can be too much. Also use a nice organic toner so that your pores are tight and can't get much dirt or gross things during the day/night.

Charcoal is the best face mask for detoxing and decreasing oil levels. But don't use it when you have pimples. It can actually cause more pimples to come because you're stripping your ace of the natural oils it needs.

That said, make sure to wash your face at least twice a day! Thrice is okay too, but four is too much. Make sure to moisturise immediately after too!

Sunscreen is so important. Get yourself a face cream that has at least an SPF of 30. Please. Cancer is real and the sun's rays can make you seem to age faster.

Woof, that was a loooot. Next time, please be specific with characters anon! I didn't mind, but I normally only do about 3 characters. I'm not doing much yet so this is cool but yeah. Thank you so much for requesting though and ACKEJKRKN YOU'RE A CUTIE ILY THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY WORK!!

I also realised I missed out Jiro T_T I might edit her in later but really I found her and Tsu the hardest to talk about skincare with because they're my really girls who care about how they look. They're just cuties.

[artificialqueens]

What Happens At DragCon... (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Biadore shenanigans at DragCon, involving Roy hiding in plain sight (and fishnets and a thong) and Raja’s terrible timing.  

Technically Roy is 150% busy with Jamie in London, but let’s pretend he managed to sneak away ;).  Standalone from the Not Casual At All series, parallel but not strictly a part of it.

Anonymous prompts: 1) Roy dresses up in bad drag (so he can avoid being noticed) and visit’s Adore’s dragcon booth - up to you if she recognizes him immediately and what shennanigans they try to get up to without the fans knowing.  2) Biadore enjoy the fact attention’s off them at dragcon because everyone’s watching Branjie & take the opportunity to get frisky behind the scenes..

I’ve had a couple of requests on AO3 for a second part, and am trying to decide if it should be a backstage quickie before/after Adore’s runway performance, or full on hotel room smut.  Let me know your opinions! -MAS

********

Getting through LAX incognito was easier said (texted? tweeted?) than done, particularly on this specific weekend.

Roy felt justifiably paranoid, peering around corners and keeping carefully non-descript, hiding in plain sight amongst the countless number of other men in slim fit suits with sleek carryons and garment bags.  Instead of his usual baggy all-black ensemble, he’d traded the oversized hoody and skinny black camo pants for a blue button down and fitted dove grey blazer with dark wash jeans.    Ditching the black-framed glasses was more difficult, but if contacts and hair gel were all it took to move through the crowds of eagle-eyed fans on the lookout for queens arriving…

Slipping on a pair of less conspicuous sleek Ray Bans, he hailed a taxi and directed it to his hotel for the weekend.

********

Groups of people wearing Alaska Thunderfuck t-shirts and bearing strings of Katya’s doll hands were all over the lobby, and avoiding being caught in the background of their numerous Instagram posts was exhausting.  

There had been a dicey moment at the front desk, trying to complete check in as quickly and quietly as possible.  Thankfully, the oblivious staff member’s cheerful, “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Haylock!” was lost in a fan’s excited scream on spotting Plastique on the sidewalk outside.  Smiling tightly, he palmed the keycard and walked briskly towards the bank of elevators.

Traveling with one roll-on suitcase was itself a luxury.  Roy so rarely went anywhere without having to bring Bianca’s bags or needing help loading luggage.  Propping the suitcase on the coffee table, he checked his phone for missed notifications.  There were the usual Instagram tags, but below he tapped on the message from “Pussyface”.

Miss you Willow.  Wish you were here this weekend.

Smiling, he sent a string of lipstick kisses and a selfie strategically engineered to conceal any traces of his actual location.

Thirty seconds later, he added a very unsubtle shot of him cradling his half-hard dick, licking his lips when Adore sent back a row of middle fingers.

Roy cracked his knuckles, shucked off the blazer, and opened his suitcase.  

He loaded a YouTube video just to check that his envisioned plan of attack was more or less accurate, comparing it with memories of what he’d observed in dressing rooms over the years.

Chuckling evilly, he sat in front of the mirror and set to work.

********

Roy blocked the outer half of his brows, waiting impatiently for them to dry.  They felt odd that way, but doing a complete block and drawing them in their habitual position halfway up his forehead wouldn’t look right.

Concealing the shadow along his jaw took a bit longer, covered under a thick layer of foundation a few shades lighter than normal.  He didn’t bother with any contouring on forehead and cheeks, instead concentrating on shrinking his nose down, changing its shape into something less narrow.  

Frowning, he skipped over the well-used primary colors in his palette before setting it aside and digging back into the bag for a rarely-used case.  The shimmering teal he applied around his eyes was as far from Bianca’s white and red-shaded smoke as possible.  A little white went into the corners, closer to the scale a woman might actually use to highlight her eyes.  

He reached into the box marked “eye pencils” for a mostly used up one, heating it with a hairdryer before smearing it thickly along upper and lower lids.  Satisfied with the effect, liquid liner was next, drawing thick wings where Bianca’s raccoon shadow would normally be smudged.  A single pair of lashes completed the eyes, and he practiced winking flirtatiously.

Nude lips were next.  He studied the effect critically in the mirror (it called too much attention to his damnably distinguishing dimples) before reaching for a bright red.  The lipstick was Adore’s, swept into his cases in a dressing room somewhere over the years and never quite returned.  Exaggerating a pout, he skipped Bianca’s pronounced Cupid’s bow for a rounder shape.

Setting the makeup cases aside, he peered into the bottom half of the suitcase with a wicked grin.  

Inside were items that would never be found in his or Bianca’s closet…but were awfully common among the fans descending on DragCon. 

Bianca’s bottom half always started with tucking his exceedingly masculine bulge (“fucking huge dick”, according to Adore) followed by generous hip padding that extended well down Roy’s thighs to create curves and four pairs of tights.  

Today, he didn’t bother tucking at all.  Tossing the snug briefs aside, he unrolled a small bundle of fabric and pulled it on.  The elastic bands hooked themselves over his hips and he adjusted himself, wiggling a few times until he was sure that there wouldn’t be any accidents.  A pair of fishnets were next, unshaven legs on full display.

Simultaneously self-conscious and excited to step so far outside his usual comfort zone, Roy buttoned on a shredded pair of cutoff denim shorts (‘borrowed’ from Adore’s wardrobe a few weeks ago and apparently not missed either).  The top rode well below the waistband of the tights, thong straps completely visible.

Biting his lip, he slipped on a crop top (also nabbed from Danny’s dresser) over his unpadded torso and a torn up Misfits t-shirt over it all.  The holes showed off both the dusting of hair starting to grow back on his conspicuously flat chest, and the fact that he hadn’t bothered to shave under his arms - and wasn’t that an indulgence during Jamie.  

Stepping up into shiny vinyl platform boots, he zipped them and examined himself in the mirror with a critical eye as the wig went on.  Without Bianca’s usual base, the dark-rooted mermaid green hair settled into place slightly askew.  He secured it with a handful of bobby pins, resisting the urge to detangle and blasting it with hairspray.

A spiked leather choker and enormous hoop earrings completed the look.  Concentrating on softening his voice, he made eye contact with his reflection.  A passable Adore cosplay stared back, and he grinned.

”Party.”

********

The DragCon floor felt vastly different amongst the crowds, not being escorted from place to place and no roar as a recognized queen.  Instead, Roy melted into the sea of pink wigs, frilly crinolines, and ridiculous heels.  There were dozens of others dressed as Adore, Trixie, Katya, and even a few Biancas that he had to give credit to for managing her face half-decently.

Most of the attention seemed to be focused on Brooke Lynn and Vanjie’s booths.  He steered well clear, unsure whether Brooke Lynn’s sharp attention to detail would blow his surprisingly effective cover.

Adore’s line was one of the longer ones, and he could hear her laughter long before the pizza-printed backdrop came into view. Spinning a VIP badge, he slipped into line and kept his face nonchalantly turned towards the floor.  He’d been complimented several times already on his “sick makeup”, which hadn’t required more than a smile in thanks, carefully controlled to avoid the dimples surfacing.  The makeup changed the shape of his face, but there was no concealing his voice.

He reached the front of the line, maneuvering so that the gaggle of blushing young women ahead of him blocked Adore’s view as they approached her.  The giggling and tears were simultaneously endearing and a little odd from this side of the table.  After sharing hugs, one of them presented Adore with a gift bag that proved to contain a sketch of Adore and Bianca from one of their many drag selfies.

”Oh wow, did you draw this?  It’s so good!” Adore kissed her cheek and beamed at her.  “I love it, I can’t wait to show it to Bianca!”

“Ohmigod really?” The girl’s voice was quivering with what Bianca assumed to be excitement, face flushed pink. 

“Yeah!  She’s gonna love it too.”

”We were sad she isn’t here,” one of the others chimed in, sporting a passable rendition of Shangela’s spiky red outfit.  

Adore paused in signing a photo, nodding.  “I miss her, but she’s busy being rich and all that in London.”

”We really like her too!  What’s she like for real?” 

Gesturing for them to join her in front of the photo backdrop, Adore’s smile softened a bit as they moved to either side.  “She’s the love of my life, like the most super amazing person ever.”

Roy lost the rest of what she said as the girls arranged themselves around her and several flashes went off.  Adore’s seemingly offhand comment filled his chest with a peculiar warmth, and it took squeezing the edge of the table to bring his smile under control.

”Hi baby!” Adore’s voice came from his right.

He kept his chin ducked down, messy curls obscuring most of his face.  

”I love your outfit,” she continued, voice gentle as he kept up the shy fan pretense.  “Wanna hug?”

She stepped forward with her arms held out, and he let her fold him into an embrace that was 100% Adore but lacking their usual full-body contact.  Unable to resist, Roy leaned in until his painted lips brushed her ear.

”Wanna fuck?”

Adore whipped her head around so fast that their noses barely missed colliding.  Under the cover of both of their wigs, her mouth fell open and she blinked rapidly.

”What-“

”Shhhhh!”

For once, Adore actually listened and pasted on a wide smile while talking through her teeth.

”What.  The fuck.  Willow?”

”Surprise, pussyface.”  As reluctant as he was to let go, they needed to separate before the length of their hug resulted in unwanted attention.

Holding onto his shoulders, she pushed him back to arms length.  

“Oh my gosh, I love you too!” she added a bit too loudly before firmly pulling him back in and pressing his face against her shoulder.  “Oh sweetie, don’t cry…”

Sure that he was leaving foundation on her bare skin, Roy nonetheless had to give her credit for fast thinking as she called out a “be right back!” to her staffer and maneuvered him behind the curtain at the back of the booth.  On the way, he caught a glimpse of the fans in line behind him, a mixture of envy and hero worship written over their expressions.

********

”What the fuck, Willow?” Adore repeated once they were alone in the narrow canvas-lined corridor between her booth and the one on the other side.  “You’re supposed to be in London!”

”You mean I can’t make a trip out to see my best girl?” He grinned, reveling in the shock.

”You…you’re…fuck!” she sputtered.

”That’s me.  In fact-“

Whatever he meant to say next was cut off as Adore crushed her lips against his, hands curved around his jaw.  He melted into the kiss for a moment before returning it with equal ferocity.  Their tongues met in a series of sloppy open-mouthed kisses, lipstick smearing as Roy bit at Adore’s full lower lip.  

“-fuck me,” she moaned into his mouth when they separated for air, eyes glazed over with passion.  “Missed you so much.”

”Missed you too.  You have no idea.”

Her gaze focused again as it traveled the length of his body.

”You look fucking hot as hell as me.”  Her hands caressed his exposed midsection, gliding down over his abs and the waistband of the fishnets.  “Holy fuck,” Adore groaned when she cupped him through the denim, “I can’t believe you’re wearing this.”

“They’re your shorts.”  It was the only thing his rapidly short-circuiting brain could think of, losing the ability to think as her fingers popped all three buttons with one pull and she stared hungrily at the thong barely containing his erection.

”I’m going to-“

”Adore?” The staffer’s head peeked around the curtain.  By some miraculous stroke of luck, her back was turned and body angled just so, concealing both her lustful stare and Roy’s open fly as she shoved his face back down onto her shoulder.  “Everything okay?”

”Yeah.” Her voice was shaky but firm.  “Give me a few?  We’re a little uhhh emotional right now…”

”Oh!  Of course.  Why don’t you take a break for a little while?  I can put the sign up for fifteen.”

Turning just enough to wink at the oblivious DragCon volunteer, Adore waved her thanks and waited until the curtain fell closed again before dragging Roy by the hand through the maze of metal supports and backdrops.  She didn’t stop until they were both safely behind a door marked Queens Only.  Glancing around quickly as she steered him into a corner, Roy realized that the much larger room had been partitioned into individual dressing room spaces.  He stumbled a little as she pushed him into one of the spaces, recognizing her beat up makeup cases.

The curtain closed with a snap behind her, and then she was backing him against the wall with a predatory expression.

”We’ve got ten minutes,” she murmured, the husky tone sending a bolt of lust straight to his balls.  “Which sucks, because I need to fuck you so bad right now.”

Roy’s head jerked to the side as the sound of rattling hangers came from the other side of one of the partitions.  “Adore-“

”Shut.  Up.”  Her mouth covered his again, fingers delving underneath fishnet and black elastic to grope his ass and squeeze his still-hard cock.  His own hands roamed over her in return, pinching a nipple through the gold star pasties and tugging the straps of her own thong.

“You know,” he tore himself free to whisper, “I can’t decide if the string up my ass is making me horny or if it’s the worst self-inflicted wedgie ever.”

”Fucking…B, if you don’t suck my cock now I’m going to bend you over this table.”

Adore looked every bit as serious as her threat sounded, and Roy sank to his knees, taking her pants down with him.  Mouthing the fabric straining over the head, he froze when a very familiar voice came through the curtain.

”Adore?  You in there?”  Raja sounded mellow as always, and a long-fingered hand pulled the curtain aside.  “I was wondering if you wanted to go have a- Oh, sorry!”

“Sort of busy right now.”

”I can see that,” Raja muttered.  “I’ll umm, why don’t I come by your booth later?”

”Yeah.” Adore’s hands kept his face pressed to her crotch, preventing Raja from glimpsing more than the top of his head.  

”…Danny.”  She turned to leave, but paused halfway.  Her voice was unexpectedly serious.

”…what?  I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

”Is he okay with this?”  Roy froze at the admonishing whisper.  While he was trying to be incognito, it wasn’t fair to let someone as perceptive as Raja worry about Adore’s behavior.  Tugging free from her restraining grip, he leaned around Adore’s hip.  

“He’s absolutely okay with this.” He smirked, watching Raja’s eyebrows fly up towards her hairline.  “But don’t tell anyone that.”

”Ahhh.  Good to see you, even if you’re not supposed to be here.”  Raja let the curtain slip back closed.  “You two better be careful,” she advised, “or else you know the rumors.  Carry on.”

In the silence as her footsteps receded, Roy sat back on his heels and met Adore’s crestfallen eyes.

”Well shit.  She’s right, you know, we probably shouldn’t be doing this here.”

”But-“

Roy hauled himself to his feet, brushing his fingers over her cheek.  

“Shh.  I want you just as bad, but I’m not going to start what we don’t have time to finish right now.”

Adore’s frustrated growl vibrated against his hand.  

“Fuck, I know.”

Reaching into the front pocket of his shorts, Roy pulled out a keycard and pressed it into her hand.

”Three ninety-six.  I’ll be there when you’re off the floor.”

”I’ve still got the runway show after.  Come see me?”  

“Wouldn’t miss it.  Now get out of here before someone else finds us.”

Adore pulled him into one last lingering kiss.

” ‘Kay.”

Tracing her lips with a finger, he cleared away the remnants of his lipstick on her mouth as best he could.  

“I’ll be waiting.”

TO BE CONTINUED?

[glammpro]

6 Easy steps: Apply matte liquid lipstick flawlessly

Liquid lipsticks have been very favourable for a while now, and there is a good reason for that. If you are like me and you need your dose of caffeine every day (if not several times a day), you know how painful it is to touch up the colour of your lips.

Despite using lip liner, smudges, using facial powders and almost any other technique that YouTube's beauty gurus had taught me, my cup of coffee still ended with more lipstick than my lips, I sigh.

Cue liquid lipsticks and I'm in seventh heaven. I absolutely love loving to LOVE them They are durable, matte and, if you have a good one, they will last more than 24 hours (TESTED AND TESTED BY YOU’R REALLY).

After a good dozen attempts and realizing that they are a completely different ball game, here is a list of steps that will take your lip colour game to a whole new level and guarantee you SLAY. We have your FAM.

1. Hydrate your lips and EXFOLIATE BABIES This is so important. If you do not hydrate, you will have dry and chapped lips, and the liquid lipstick will only amplify it. Therefore, be sure to hydrate a few minutes before applying. This also prevents liquid lipstick from becoming flaky.

PROFESSIONAL ADVICE: exfoliates to remove all dead skin from your lips before moisturizing it. An easy way is a DIY lip scrub with brown sugar, honey and coconut or olive oil.

2. Highlight your cupid’s bow These highlights and defines the shape of the upper lips and improves Cupid's arch, giving your lips a more defined and complete appearance.

3. Line your lips Align your lips and complete them. This will help a lot when you apply the liquid lipstick because the shape is already defined. You can also play and over-align them to get a spicier look or keep it subtle and align them in the shape of your lips.

 I prefer the subtle aspect, and I cannot emphasize enough about the difference this step makes. You don't want to dirty your lips and remove the colour + repeat the whole process. Practice makes perfect and after a few times, you’ll be able to finish this step up in no time.

4. Finally, small strokes to apply liquid lipstick. Be sure to use shorter strokes and go from filling the top and bottom of your lips to the ends. If you are covering too much to make your lips look bigger, be sure to do so with an emphasis on the centre of the upper and lower lips, and not at the corners of the lips. That way they look much more natural.

5. CONCEAL If you're wrong, concealer is your best friend.

 You don't have to be an amateur to spoil your lipstick. Countless beauty gurus have admitted that this is their next step. There is always a slight rise or fall when it comes to applying liquid lipstick and there is no shame in that. The beauty of makeup is that there is almost nothing you can't fix, especially with a good concealer.

6. A hint of highlight in the centre There's not much to highlight. I repeat. NO highlighter I too highlighter. Apply a little on the centre of your lips and see how they dazzle.

Do not be afraid to mix and match colours and try different colour combinations. Despite its longevity in terms of time, liquid lipsticks are essentially lipsticks and you can combine colours with different blends until you are satisfied with the result.

These are 6 steps if you really want a perfect and complete look. It may seem daunting if it is your first attempt, but practice makes perfect. I know people who take 5 minutes in total for all these steps.

[harrystyltistical]

Pretend  0.1

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Summary: First chapter in a series, you’re starring in a movie alongside Harry styles and tonight is the premier.

A/N: thank you for being patient and hi to everyone that’s new! I’ll be updating more often, just wasn’t inspired. The next thing you see from me is probably going to be a smut piece so be prepared for that, you’ll have it by the end of the month tops. Dont forgot to like and reblog if you enjoyed!

My red dress sparkled in the flashing lights from the cameras that are riddled across the length of the carpet, looking toward the photographers shouting my name as a faux smile danced on my lips. I let my eyes roam, glancing through the crowd of faces as I took a few strides forward, my eyes eventually landing on my Co-stars that stood beside me and their smiling faces.

In this moment, I feel invincible, the highlight on my cheeks competing with my smile for brightest thing on my face, my curls bouncing as I took a few more steps forward. My best friend and Co-star, Brooke, walked next to me as an interviewer was fast approaching, a microphone on hand and a cameraman close behind. She whispered a quick compliment in my ear before shifting her full attention to the interviewer in front of us, who was now holding a mic up to our mouths.

“Hello you two! You both look stunning tonight, but besides that how excited are you for Pretend to finally be in theaters?”

“Oh, well first, thank you so much you look very gorgeous yourself, and second we’re so thrilled! Aren’t we, Rin?” Brooke says from beside me, turning for my approval as I gave her an an enthusiastic nod.

“So excited! We know you guys will love Pretend as much as we do. We all worked so, so hard on it and… Just, it’s my baby and I can’t wait for everyone to see it.” I say, containing my passion more than a little as I speak into the mic, keeping eye contact with the interviewer as I did.

“I know everyone’s gonna love it, you can’t fail when you have the iconic duo of Brooke and Rin. I’m so excited to see you two in action, I can’t wait!” The interviewer replies, doing quick steps as she expressed her excitement.

“I can’t wait either, we’ll see you in there.” Brooke adds, walking us down the remaining length of the carpet and into the backstage area, making her way to our seats and tugging me along with.

Once again my eyes wandered, bouncing from person to person as we made our way down the aisle. I let my heart go wild with excitement as I noticed some of my favorite actors and actresses had showed up to the premier, conversing among themselves as they waited for the movie to be shown on the big screen. As we walked my eyes landed on one of my Co-stars. One I had avoided for the majority of filming. Every time I was around him I embarrassed myself, I recall I’d even spilled hot coffee on him during a late night of filming.

I sipped desperately at my mug of coffee, the hot liquid burning my tongue and throat as I swallowed the big gulp in a rush, sticking my tongue out as if the air would repair my burnt taste buds. I spun to get a glass of water, feeling an impact as I did, scorching hot coffee running down my arm, spilling out of my cup and onto the person I collided with. I looked up, apologizing frantically as I grabbed a few tissues to clean us both up.

“It’s okay, you’re good.” I didn’t have to wait for eyes to meet to know it was Harry, wincing as I saw the huge stain it made on the clothes he was wearing. Not only had I just spilled burning hot coffee on Harry, I’d ruined his costume for the scene we were shooting. On the bright side, however, burning myself with coffee (twice) really did the trick when it came to waking me up.

I shook my head and took a deep breath as I recalled the awful moment, even now I had to catch myself from slipping down the many sets of stairs below me when my heel caught on air, recovering swiftly and elegantly before walking along the rows of seats and taking one between Brooke and my love interest in the movie, Joey.

A few minutes later the director came onstage, walking up to the mic and saying a quick speech before the lights dimmed and the screen came to life. The movie was just as I’d imagined it, a beautiful mix of laughter and tears, and everyone seemed to love it, but honestly even if it was booed at I wouldn’t have cared. This was my proudest piece of work, and I was so proud to be so closely involved with every part of it that what everyone else thought was just validation to what I already knew, that it was perfect.

The after party was next, people walking up to I and the director, Ellie, to congratulate us on our masterpiece. If Brooke and I are close, Ellie and I are crammed, we’d known each other years before our fame and held each other up for years after and had no idea what I would do without my right-hand woman. We created separately for a while; Me, starring in my own shows and her, creating her own movies, but it wasn’t until now that we decided to collaborate our talents and create Pretend.

“How’s your night been so far?” I ask, making a lipstick print on my glass as I took a sip of my water, swishing it around with a flick of my wrist as I waited for a response.

“It’s been so good, I can’t believe we’re finally done with filming. I had so much fun it was a dream. I love you so much, come here.” Ellie says, her soft drunk side showing itself as she wrapped her arms tightly around me, careful not to spill her martini. When we pulled away my eyes scanned the room for Brooke, trying my best to make sure she didn’t get herself in any trouble tonight, but instead finding Harry’s. My heart rate sped up as his eyes met mine, saying a quick goodbye to whoever he was talking to before making his way over to me. I tried to play it off like I hadn’t seen him, going to walk away but instead bumping into Joey, causing him to spill his drink on me, pausing as the cold liquid made its way down the bridge of my breasts and spread its way across the top of my beautiful dress.

I hoped that the moment was embarrassing enough for Harry to walk away and pretend he hadn’t seen me, but he made his way over anyway with a hand full of paper towels and handed them to me so I could dry myself, shooing away the few lingering stares I had earned myself. Ellie was in my peripheral vision, laughing in the corner, knowing I always slipped up on something when Harry was around, but I tried my best to ignore her as my cheeks went redder than the dress I was wearing.

“Why do we keep meeting like this?” Harry says, letting out a little laugh as he ripped off another section of paper towel and handed it to me. The words caught in my throat as I shook my head and gave him a subtle shrug, patting down the top of my dress and avoiding eye contact.

“I—honestly, I have no idea.” I say, laughing quietly at myself.

“Maybe we should try again sometime?,” I paused, making eye contact with him and wondering if he meant what I thought he did “Do you like ice cream?” Yeah, he meant it like that, my heart speeding up in my chest as I thought about what to respond.

Harry’s eyes watched mine expectantly, waiting for an answer.

“Rin, let’s go! We—why are you wet? Never mind, just hurry, we have to get you changed and ready for your flight.” My manager says, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me away.