#im going to start actually foaming at the mouth when it arrives

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florence making the Dance Fever Live at Madison Garden vinyl was targeted so personally at me i swear

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BlackHeart Bakery

Who says Halloween can’t be romantic?

Pairing: Emo! Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: fluff

A/N: HI OMG IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE. I love you, I hope you like it. I’m sorry it isn’t longer but, I still can’t wait for you to read it.

-you never imagined that the quirky lil bakery down the street from your university would change your life  

-But it did

-“Omg shut up, you’re so dumb.”

-“Rawr xD”

-“Did you just say rawr xD out loud??? That totally defeats the purpose of its existence...”

-“Don’t cite the deep magic to me witch, I was there when it was written.”

-“And now you’re quoting the chronicles of narnia- alright just go back to sleep you big dummy...”

-“Mmm but you married a big dummy so what does that say about you”

-“Jungkook don't spoil it oh my god!”

-“Like they don’t know what’s coming already- spoiler alert losers! I get the girl.”

-“I hate you...”

-“Mm yeah- I love it when you talk dirty to me baby. The last time you said that- we ended up fuc-“

-“Ok! That’s enough! Our story begins...”

-Jungkook’s bakery was quite famous around your city

-If people didn’t come for the gaudy Halloween decorations  

-They came for the music  

-Exclusively pop punk, if you’re wondering

-It was like 2009 everyday  

-Which was comforting, considering the world has gotten a little

-Tricky

-Since then

-But anyways

-If they didn’t come for the music or the decorations

-They came for the AMAZING espresso  

-And the spooky themed treats

-But if you’re being honest

-You think the main thing that keeps them coming back

-Is Jungkook  

-If his sweeping black hair didn’t get you

-Or the adorable cheeky twinkle in his eyes

-It was the tattoos and the piercings  

-He looked like he walked right off of a black veil brides music video set  

-He was hot

-This was obvious

-But he didn’t seem to think so

-You had come to the conclusion that he was oblivious  

-he shoved his feet into his big black doc martens every morning  

-Slipped on his beaded bracelets and studded chokers

-Pulled his fall out boy t-shirt over his

-Massive

-Tattooed

-Biceps

-And just thought hm

-I’m pretty average I guess (lol)

-That’s a direct quote from him btw

-Men truly are hopeless

-Jungkook opened the bakery two years ago

-He had mentioned to you that he had saved up money from his 3 part time jobs to put a down payment on the building  

-Which was wedged between a sex shop

-And a thrift store

-And honestly his bakery

-Blackheart Bakery, if you’re being specific  

-Fits right in

-Jungkook refuses to hire new staff

-“They won’t do it right.” He whined to you one day

-“One time I tried to hire this guy and he put the sugared googly eyes on the cookie skeletons ALL WRONG”

-“How do you put googly eyes on wrong?” You had giggled

-“you just do- i- See? This is exactly why I can’t hire anyone...”

-You had started chewing on the end of your pencil in the midst of your laughter

-It was an unconscious habit

-And it makes Jungkook shift uncomfortably, his hands moving off of the top of your table

-“Don’t do that...” he had muttered, smirking to himself as he walked back behind the counter  

-he did that a lot

-He’d mutter something  

-Mildly flirtatious under his breath and then  

-Just walk away

-It was quite confusing

-But honestly you had a feeling he was just a filrty person  

-You certainly weren’t the only girl he smirked at

-Not that you pay attention

-Ok  

-Maybe you do  

-Kinda  

-Pay attention  

-but it’s not your fault!!!!  

-You just  

-Can’t help but feel a little jealous

-You kiiiiiinda have a little thing for him

-Ok

-Maybe it’s a big thing  

-Maybe it’s a massive

-Gigantic

-Towering  

-Crush  

-But look at him!!!

-You simply couldn’t be blamed

-It was his fault  

-Yep

-That’s what you’re going with

-It was Jungkook

-And his tight t shirts

-His ripped jeans

-His dangly earrings

-His tattoos

-His big

-Stupid boots

-Ugh ok

-Focus  

-You have work to do

-The whole reason you began coming to Jungkook's cafe was so you -could find a consistent place to study for your exams

-You were in school to become a teacher :)  

-And teachers have to study very very hard  

-Educating the youth is no easy feat  

-Jungkook had asked what you were studying during the first week you arrived at his spooky house of baked goods

-“Oh I’m an education major”

-“Ahh so you’re getting an education about...education.” He concludes

-“I love it.”

-“So meta.”

-“Are they educating you on the disparities between impoverished children and wealthier children?”

-His wide eyes were brimming with genuine curiosity  

-You kind of got a kick out of how candid he was about such heavy conversation topics

-“Not as much as they should be but, I’m actually writing a paper on a similar topic right now...”

-This caused a brilliant grin to come over his face

-It was almost blinding really

-And it made your heartbeat all wonky  

-“Of course you are. You look smart like that...”

-He had backed away from your table then, seemingly satisfied

-Had you passed the vibe check?

-“I’ll leave you to your paper.” He nodded to your laptop but as he walked away, he pivoted back towards you on and the heel of his combat boot, “welcome to Blackheart Bakery by the way, let me know if I can get you anything.”

-Another brilliant smile is sent your way  

-“Thank you.” You had smiled back, sending a tiny wave his way

-Which in turn, made HIS heartbeat all wonky  

-You’re cute

-Like really cute

-And despite how often it may seem like his eyes are elsewhere

-They are ALWAYS on you

-Every chance he gets he is glancing your way

-Smirking to himself at how endearing you are

-Brow furrowed

-Lips pouted in concentration  

-Completely oblivious to his gaze

-He has to remind himself to look away  

-He doesn’t want to be a creep

-“Creepy men deserved to get kicked in the teeth...”

-He’s said this to you before when another patron had made you uncomfortable

-Jungkook kicked him out immediately  

-“If you don’t leave, I’ll have no choice but to kick you in the teeth. One, because I can’t compromise my personal philosophy and two because you’re making my favorite customer uncomfortable.”

-Oh look there goes your heartbeat again

-WONKY

-The guy leaves in an angry rush, flipping Jungkook off in the process

-Saying something about leaving a bad Yelp review  

-He doesn’t care tho

-He definitely doesn’t want to be a creep

-You’re just so  

-Pretty

-Ugh

-He rolls his eyes at himself behind the espresso bar

-The latte in front of him neglected  

-In need of a bit of foam

-“Focus Jeon, she’s just a chick...”

No wait

-“She’s just a woman. A woman who I respect, like I respect all women...”

-He’s been watching a lot of feminist theory on YouTube

-He likes staying educated  

-And also fuck the patriarchy

-The man waiting for his drink has arched a brow at this point, wondering if his barista has lost his mind

-“Uhhh medium...” he checks the cup for his awful hand writing, “ghostly toasted marshmallow latte!”

-“Thanks.” The guy mutters, throwing a judging look Jungkook's way  

-He gives him a lazy salute as the guy struts away with a briefcase in tow

-“Thaaanks.” Jungkook mocks him, his face scrunching up in annoyance  

-Stupid man

-With his stupid briefcase  

-As Jungkook is pulling out a batch of cream cheese frosting stuffed pumpkin muffins  

-Or as Jungkook calls them

-PUNK-in Muffins

-Movement at the counter catches his eye

-is that

-”oh shit...” He grunts, hastily wiping his hands on his apron and rushing over to the counter

-normally he would meander

-stroll

-or even slump to greet any new guests at this hour

-and by this hour

-he means 45 minutes before closing

-Jungkook’s bakery is open til midnight on weeknights

-9pm on Sundays

-and 3am on Saturdays (for the culture of course, gotta keep it spooky)

-tonight happens to be a Friday night and the person awaiting his assistance is

-you

-”You’re still here?” He gawks, the black polish on his nails glimmering as he punches in a few keys on the register

-You offer him a tired and slightly amused smile, “No. Y/N died around 4:30, you’re speaking to her ghost. Please leave your message after the tone.”

-Jungkook cracks a smile, his palms resting on flat on the counter, “Do ghosts check their voicemails?”

-“Oh of course not but, I will be checking yours because you have access to caffeine.”

-Jungkook laughs

-no...he giggles  

-and it’s fucking cute

-but you digress

-“I feel like I should cut you off...this is your 4th latte; I’m pretty sure you’re 80% caffeine at this point...”

-“Noooo, don’t do that.” You whine slumping against the counter, “I just need to finish this one page...”

-He quirks a brow as he scribbles something on your cup, unimpressed with your statement, “You said that three hours ago. I’ll make you another one but I’m not putting an extra shot in.”

-Your face turns up in protest but he click his tongue against his teeth , shaking a manicured finger at you

-“Ah ah- nope. I don’t want to hear it. You either take that or I’m making you a hot chocolate and shutting the buildings power off.”

-With a dramatic sigh, you concede

-“Ugh fine. Here-” You go to hand him your debit card but he shakes his head

-“Put that away.”

-You want to protest but given the fact that he’s made the rules thus far during this interaction, you doubt you’d be able to stop him.

-A smile appears on your face then, appreciative of his generosity

-“Thank you.”

-He merely grins, waving you off before rolling up the sleeves of his black Blink 182 shirt

-as soon as his tattoos are out

-all the moisture leaves your mouth

-you try your hardest not to stare at him

-expertly, he eases the espresso shots into the milk, tongue poking between his lips in concentration

-and you

-being sleep-deprived

-and a little loopy

-decide to  

-flirt????????

-if you could even call it that

-which you could but you shouldn’t

-“For the record, when I finally dig my way out of this of mountain of death I’m stuck in, I will definitely take you up on that hot chocolate...”

-Jungkook’s brow quirks at the tone of your voice, his hands suddenly itching with nerves

-was that

-was that flirty?

-should he flirt back?

-“My hot chocolate is legendary. You won’t be disappointed.” His lips display a small grin as he places the lid atop your finished latte, “Also mountain of death is a great name and I WILL be stealing it.”

-You giggle

-again

-“and I WILL be suing you for copyright.”

-He laughs now, wiping up the bit of milk he spilled

-the sinewy muscles in his forearm tensing and untensing

“Good luck getting me to show up to court.”

-and that’s kinda how it was between you and Jungkook

-for like six months

-it was a little bit flirty but never anything to push either over you over the edge.

-and speaking of being on edge

-recently, you had gone from vacationing in your timeshare on the edge

-to signing a 35 year mortgage contract  

-4 bedrooms

-2.5 bathrooms

-of pure

-unrelenting

-stress

-you could feel it in the middle of your back

-shoving itself up between your shoulder blades

-your body seemed to ache with it

-the worst part being

-it was Halloween

-You should be out with your friends, having fun

-wearing itchy costumes and drinking sugary drinks

-but instead, your headed towards the bakery to work

-Jungkook was behind the counter, smiling happily at a family dressed like the cast of scooby doo

-from what you could see he was wearing a skeleton onesie

-his jet black hair tousled perfectly above his head

-he looked adorable

-(and hot)

-He notices you instantly, his face turning up in surprise

-you offer up a small wave and head over to your table

-you know he’s going to say something about you being there but

-you don’t really have much of a choice

-this work has to be done

-it takes him a second to spot you but when he does

-he seems to perk up

-his smile brightening as he looks back towards his customer

-as you’re setting everything up, you feel a presence (not the spooky kind) at the end of your table

-it’s Jungkook and he has your regular order in one hand, along with something wrapped in skeleton-patterned parchment paper

-“I know, I know.” You acknowledge before he’s even able to chide you for being here

-He smirks “What are you doing studying on the holiest day of the year??”

-You giggle

-“The holiest day of the year huh?”

-“Of course. Halloween is the one night a year that the homies can dress like total -sluts and no one can say anything about it.”

-This makes you giggle again

-“And you went with slutty skeleton huh? I love it- it’s like as naked as you can possibly get.”

-He chuckles, gesturing to his costume

-His floppy black hair getting in his face

-“Damn right baby.”

-The way he grins tells you the pet name is a joke

-But the deepening of his voice gets to you anyway

-“Thank you for this. I promise I’ll get out of your hair early tonight.”

-“The only thing I’m worried about getting out of my hair is this white spray paint. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

-He’s put a streak of white spray paint in his raven locks

-Why? You’re not certain

-Does it look good on him, like everything else does?

-Absolutely

-Its been a few hours since your night of studying began

-Jungkook’s dropped off two free lattes since you’ve arrived  

-As well as a slice of his ‘I write cinnamon not tragedies’ bread

-Which was equally hilarious and delicious

-You caught him glancing over at your table a few times but you didn’t think anything of it

-He’s probably just checking to make sure that no one needs your table

-His bakery is packed most nights but Halloween is a special night at Blackheart Bakery

-He has a trick or treat counter set up with free (homemade) candy

-A photo op complete with a fake haunted house backdrop

-A Halloween playlist

-And a bunch of discounts on his signature lattes and food

-you watch him amongst the chaos

-He is completely unfazed

-He seems elated at the amount of customers he has

-he grins and laughs at something a man dressed like Thor says at his counter

-he seems entirely in his element

-you realize that the denial tactics you’ve been trying out haven’t been working

-because this floppy haired, tattooed, slutty skeleton/baker kind of has a hold on your heart

-you’ve been friends for a long time now

-he always makes sure you’re taken care of

-he always asks if you’re ok

-he always gives you this little grin

-it feels like a secret sometimes

-but maybe it’s been his way of letting you know where he stands

-he’s been bringing you lattes and pastries for months now

-he never charges you full-price

-he always reminds you not to work too hard

-he

-fuck

-he likes you doesn’t he?

-you look back over at the counter to see him bending over and handing a skeleton cookie to a little girl dressed like Captain Marvel

-he laughs at something she says

-his eyes focused entirely on her and whatever she seems to be proclaiming to him  

-your heart goes wonky again

-alright

-enough is enough

-you’re doing this  

-Jungkook’s done so much of the work thus far

-it’s time for you to seal the deal

-and if he rejects you, well…

-you can just crawl into a hole and never come out again

-easy peasy

-You can feel his eyes on you as you get up to take your place in line

-luckily there isn’t anyone else behind you

-rejection with an audience would certainly be worse

-Jungkook has his witty comment ready for you as you approach the register

-“I know for a fact you haven’t finished your third latte and I’m not making you another one until-“

-“I’m not here for another latte.” You laugh, trying to ignore the thrashing of your heartbeat

-“No? Well, are you finally going to try my Welcome to the Blackened Chicken Parade Burger then? I’ve been asking you for like three weeks…”

-god he’s fucking cute

-“I’m here to ask you out.”

-Jungkook swears he feels his heart stop

-“You’re here to…”

-He repeats the first part of your response as his he didn’t hear you

-his black fingernails anxiously tapping against the countertop

-“I’m here to ask you out- on a date.”

-Jungkooks face seems to go through various stages of confusion before a shy smirk presents itself on his pretty mouth

-“Me? You’re asking me-“ He places a hand on his chest, “-out on a date?”

-“Yes!” You laugh, slapping the counter a bit too hard, your nerves getting the best of you, “Are you down?”

-He shakes his head but his answer contradicts his movements

-“So down, beyond down. There is no one on Earth who is more DOWN than I am. Yes. My answer is yes. 50000% yes.”

-you can’t help the smile on your lips

-“great. So are you free next Friday then?”

-He grins with his teeth this time, nodding emphatically  

-“Consider the shop closed.”

-and so it was

-you returned to your table moments later  

-feeling on top of the world

-you did it

-you asked Jungkook out

-and he said yes

-and now you

-NOW YOU HAVE A DATE WITH JUNGKOOK

-LOOK AT YOU GO

-TAKING CHARGE

-you try your best to engage with your studies but with Jungkook on your mind

-its really hard

-roughly two hours later, things at the bakery have finally started to slow down

-“Hey uh- Y/N?”

-Jungkook's voice that pulls you out of your studying trance

-he’s standing at the entrance of his back room, waving you over with his hand

-and who are you to deny him?

-you make your way over there, annoyed at the instant increase in your heartrate

-he stands awkwardly to the side and gestures to the boxes on the metal rack

-“I just remembered that I’ve never given you a tour of the place. I give all my regulars a tour of the stockroom and my office and uh-”

-he cuts himself off and clumsily cups your cheek

-he pulls you into a kiss

-a really good kiss

-his lips are so warm

-he smells like cinnamon

-you could literally die happy

-The ridiculous nature of his first attempt to kiss you, makes you giggle into his mouth

-you feel him smile, his hands smushing your cheeks together as he pulls away

-“Ok I lied. There is no tour. I’ve just been watching you focus on your computer for the last two hours and you’re just really fucking cute and-”

-this time, it’s you who cuts him off

-“You better give me an actual tour next time. How else am I going to steal your secret recipes?”

-he scoffs in mock offense

-“Ah ha! So that’s the only reason you asked me out huh? Should I be calling you Plankton instead of Y/N? Ew no wait- that would make me Mr. Krabs and he’s a dirty capitalist...”

-You laugh, “Oooh good point. Guess you’ll just have to be Karen, my computer wife.”

-This makes him laugh now and the sound warms your soul

-“I could live with that- I like your last name better anyways.”

-with another kiss, your adventure with the emo baker of your dreams begins

-It may have been Halloween but it sure felt like Christmas to you

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The Best Day (Episode 16)

"Caleb's band is playing at the Stargazer tomorrow night" Angus mentions casually over breakfast Thursday morning

"Caleb has a band?" I ask, sounding far more surprised than I intended, I don't really know Caleb that well, I've only met him once, I have no idea what he does with his life outside of Saturday brunch at Skye Fitness but he doesn't look the type to be in a band, with his pasty white skin and stick figure body.

"Yeah, He's the lead singer****, it's an alternative band called 'Happier', they're good too" He tells me, "Do you wanna go see them?"

"Yes, I'd love that, I actually love alternative music" I tell him excited, "We ****should invite Tess and Declan too" I suggest and he agrees, I send a text to Tess with details, she replies within seconds with a strong yes

"Molly will be there too, she'll love that you're coming, she liked you Zoey" Angus informs me and that makes me happy, I liked Molly, we had great conversation over brunch and I knew She and Tess would hit it off too.

Angus' phone vibrates on the table with an incoming call, I catch a ****glimpse of the caller before he grabs the phone, rejects the call and shoves it into his pocket. I don't say a word about it and I don't think he realised that I saw Steph's name flash up on the screen either.

"What are we doing today?" I ask, attempting to draw his attention away from the phone call and it works, he smiles widely at me.

"Zoey, my love, today we are going on an adventure." He announces to me excited, "You may want to wear pants too, just a suggestion"

Angus drove us to an indoor trampoline and foam park in Oasis Springs, this place was huge and there were adults and kids bouncing around.

"Are we allowed in here without children?" I ask Angus, a little concerned that someone will think we are up to no good

"Of course we are Zo, when I first started training Justin would bring me here, it's sneaky exercise" He explains

"Sneaky how?" I ask, I'm on to his game, he is making us work off the burger and cupcake but is masking it as an 'adventure'

"It's fun baby" He promises, grabbing my hand and leads me to a giant trampoline and we kick off our shoes, now I'm understanding why he said to wear pants today. He climbs on first and then helps me on, takes both my hands, we start doing small bounces, slowly building ****momentum until we are going higher and higher, he lets go of my hands, bounces back from me to give us space and I watch him do a back flip.

"That was pretty impressive" I cheer at him

"That was nothing baby" He calls out to me as he follows it up with a double backflip and I cheer at him again, "I love that you're impressed by this but not my car" he says, pretending to be offended and I laugh at him.

"I love the man, not his material ****possessions" I tell him, he slows his bouncing down and makes his way back to where I am, I stop bouncing and he grabs me around the waist and kisses me passionately on the lips, for a moment it feels like it's just us two.

"Fuck I love you girl" He whispers to me and I smile shyly at him, "Do you like our adventure?' He asks me

"I'm having so much fun, it's ****exhilarating" I can't wipe the smile off my face.

"I'm glad, I felt like you needed a day of fun with all the stress you're under, I wanted to give you one good day baby before they rain the shit down upon you" He explains

"Is it too late to quit?" I ask, half serious and he laughs a little.

"Zoey, everything you need to know for the exams you already know, theres no new information coming now and you are one of the smartest people I've ever met, you're number 2 in your class ranking. I believe you will blitz the exams and you're going to make an amazing vet one day and look back on these days and know it was all worth it" He says, building my confidence, looking at me in awe, people are jumping around us and we are just standing there, our arms wrapped around each other, having a heartfelt moment.

We drive home from Oasis Springs and I am exhausted from jumping but I had the best day, he reaches over and takes my hand and kisses it.

"I have some news" He announces to me

"You're pregnant? Congratulations, you're going to be a great dad" I joke

"That would be my worst nightmare at 22" He laughs, "****Luckily my news is less scary. Immie is coming home next week, she said she will be back Thursday which works out great because we will be away and she can just step in and run things but it sucks because you won't meet her until we come home" He tells me, getting excited, He has wanted Imogen and I to meet for as long as we have been together and it is a shame it will be delayed by another week.

"I'm excited that I finally get to meet your sister, after all the amazing things you've told me about her"I smile brightly at him

"She's going to love you Zoey" He promises but I do feel a little nervous, Imogen is the only family Angus has and if she doesn't like me then it could effect his feelings too, "Just getting back to other thing that you joked about though, you took the pill today right?" He asks, nervously

"Yes, I took the '****don't make Angus a father' pill" I assure him

"Good" He says relieved

"Do you not like children?" I ask him

**"I love kids, they're fun and I'm somewhat childish so I relate to them but I don't want any of my own yet, you're going to Uni next year Zoey, I wouldn't want anything to derail that and I've got a great work and life balance happening" He clarifies **

"Can we stop for lunch somewhere?" I ask him, changing the subject and I can see the relief written all over his face, to be done with that conversation

"We can, what do you feel like?" He ask, smiling at me

"Surprise me" I tell him

He takes me to The Solar Flare Lounge and we order lunch and walk to the bar.

"Vodka and soda and light beer please?" Angus asks the mixologist

"Certainly sir" She replies and she wanders off to prepare our drinks.

"Thank you for today, I needed to destress" I say to Angus, I want him to know how grateful I am that he understands that I need to take time away from study.

"It was my pleasure baby, I remember what it felt like when I was studying for the exams and I wish I had an outlet to eliminate the stress" He explains

we collect our drinks, find a table and our food is served.

"I have to get an early night tonight, I've gotta be up at 5am for a run and then work" Angus informs me

"Do you want me to go home?" I ask, slightly disappointed that our time will be cut short

"Not at all, I'm just letting you know incase you wanted to have ****shenanigans, it will have to be before 8." He tells me, cheeky smile plastered on his face

"Shenanigans?" I am genuinely confused by that term

"Sex Zoey, if you want to have sex" He educates me

"Do you want to?" I ask, thinking he only does it because I want to

"Zoey I'm a 22 year old boy, I wanted it when we had breakfast, I wanted it at the trampoline park and if I'm being honest I'm thinking about it right now, hence why I brought it up" He tells me, laughing

"Yes, I would like to have ****shenanigans tonight" I announce to him, he grabs his keys from the table and jumps to his feet, takes my hand and we leave the Lounge in a hurry.

The drive back to San Myshuno takes about 25 minutes but they are the longest minutes of my life, even with Angus driving 10 kilometres above the speed limit. We ride the elevator up to the apartment in silence, he opens the front door and throws his keys on the bar, turns to me and says, "Pick a room Zoey.", I stop and think for a ****moment, my mind ticking over with all the possible opportunities each room beholds.

"Dinning room" I tell him, he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder and carries me up the stairs, places me down on the dinning room table and kisses me deeply.

"I'll be back in two seconds, I want you to be naked when I return" He says, running off to his bedroom and I begin to remove my clothing quickly, Angus returns just as I'm down to my underwear, he drops to his knees, slides my panties down my legs, disposing of them on the floor, opens my legs wider and places his soft, warn tongue on my happy button and puts two fingers inside of me and he starts working them both in ****unison, for every whip of his tongue his fingers penetrate me deeper, my hands are in his hair, my legs wrapped loosely around his neck and I can feel the energy building inside me and I don't know how much longer I can hold it back but I'm getting close. I feel his mouth pull away and his fingers slide out of me and he stands up ****between my legs. I look at him confused

"I didn't...arrive" I tell him, shyly

"I know Princess, I'm getting to it but I couldn't wait any longer to join you" He says, grabbing the protection from the table, rips it open, rolls it on and slides himself inside me, "Wrap your legs around my waist Zo and keep your eyes on mine." I do exactly as he asks, he starts off slowly, with one hand on bottom the other on the table to steady his balance, "Do you wanna go faster?" He asks me and I nod my head yes. He picks up speed, thrusting deeper into me, I hold his face in my hands and kiss him deeply, pull back and I once again lock eyes with him, I can feel I'm getting closer but I'm trying to hold back and wait for him

"You can let go baby" He tells me, I close my eyes and feel euphoria wash over me. When I open my eyes I see him, smiling back at me, "We're not done yet"

"I know, Im ready" I tell him and he starts again, faster than before and it doesn't take him long before his breathing becomes rapid and he starts moaning my name as he slams himself into me over and over, his body is tense and his eyes are closed when I feel him quiver between my legs and he lets out one last "Fuck" before collapsing carefully onto me in a sweaty heap. I sweep his hair out of his eye and he smiles at me.

"I love fucking you Zoey" He announces to me

"I love it too but could be call it something else?" I ask and he looks at me confused, "Something that doesn't sound like you picked me up in a bar, that signifies that we actually love each other" I explain and he smiles, he understands me

"I love making love to you my Princess" He clarifies and I kiss him

[resmarted]

alright alright, finish your g&t cause now it’s time to leave on another plane where you are say, the young popstar turned actress that is cast for a cameo on a show im working on that’s about crime scenes and forensic detectives, and this is like your first job outside of your own world of yes men and fans so it’s new territory, but you’re unbothered by it bc you’re young and you have instagram notifications a mile a minute, and there are more important things to be doing. you’re a nightmare to work with, but everyone knows this because you’re also somebody’s daughter and you get what you want regardless. i don’t even have to interact with you because i’m always in the production office but gary calls in sick for the first time ever and suddenly we are short of hands and they need someone to step up, which i do instantly because gary is a teamster and i want to move up to that division because they get the best benefits and are unionized, it’s just much better money for much less work. well, that’s what i thought anyway. my only job today is to drive you from your hotel to the set, but the filming location is different than usual because it’s a desert scene and way out over on the other side of the hills. i don’t really know california geography but i’m assuming there’s just a lot of hills and everyone’s always just referring to the hills and whatever, the point is you walk out in this ridiculous disguise in an attempt to throw off paparazzi, this long blonde wig and retro rose colored glasses. of course that doesn’t work and you get bombarded with photographers, which is annoying, but the day only just started. you don’t talk to me or acknowledge me and that’s fine. you sit and watch videos on your phone and play various songs to snapchat yourself to, making kissy faces and different angles. i am driving at the pace of a snail, bumper to bumper traffic, and your phone keeps making little dings and noises. at one point you casually say mmk we’re going to make a stop at a prada, i need to pee. i laugh and you instantly snarl like, is there a problem? i start to talk and you’re like it was rhetoric-cal, and i shoot you a look in the rearview mirror like did this bitch just say rhetoric-cal? i try to explain to you that we are on production’s time and you say it’s an emergency without looking up from your phone. as soon as i’m about to respond i get a call from upper management basically saying to just do as i'm told. what is she, texting them? i sigh and give up like ok, let the nightmare begin. we have to turn all the way around to get on a different highway and sit in even more traffic, and when we get there you have the whole place shut down so you can do lines in the bathroom and shop for new handbags in peace. my phone is blowing up from producers urging me to hurry her back as fast as possible, and i’m already just settling on the fact that i’m just never going to be promoted to teamster, at least not anytime soon. you make me turn the radio up to full volume so you can get the most out of your high and your kpop playlist. you say you want in n out and god please no don’t do this to me, we are already so behind schedule, but of course you’re too powerful to disregard and too manipulative to be convinced into anything else. so we go and forty five minutes later you have ordered a massive amount of food, i guess for your invisible entourage, and you don’t even take a single bite. of course you don’t, what was i thinking, you don’t eat. you’re just trying to assert your power by stalling time as long and as luxuriously as you please. it’s not until i get back onto the freeway that the car starts to stall. oh shit, oh shit. oh shit oh shit oh shit no don’t do this to me, not now, not today. you groan that there’s no cell signal here and i bite my tongue from saying uh yeah bitch, there’s no wifi in the desert. you roll your eyes and for the first time i see you reach for something that isn’t your phone and ah yes, a flask. you take a decidedly long swig and i just stare at you in disbelief. a burp erupts from your body like a demon being exorcised and you wipe the back of your mouth with your arm. i can hear you go oh shit, my velvet kylie gloss. can you redo it for me? that’s when i lose my shit. i slam my fist against the car, breathing sharp through my nose like, no. no i can’t help you reapply your kylie gloss. i’m not here to wipe your ass, i’m just here to drag you to the job that you agreed to, and not only are you making it impossible but now we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere with no service and no way to even contact anyone to come out. you know i’m going to get fired over you, right? or does that not even register in your puny little glittery pea of a brain, you fucking moronic cretin sent from hell? you know it’s not normal for people to live the way you do, right? it’s not a fucking game, this isn’t some fucking party for you to pass out halfway through, there are people waiting around for the princess to arrive and guess who’s not showing up with the chariot? that’s right it’s me, it’s me you fucking tool. all because i got the bright idea to step up and take something that gary, who literally never missed a day of work ever, decided this was the day he wasn’t going to bother with this shit, and you know what? i don’t blame him. just as i’m about to further scold you, i turn around and see you bleeding heavily from your nose and foam starting to flood from your mouth. what the fuck? i scoop down to pull you up from the dirt where you’ve suddenly crashed and your body feels like a dead fish. i’m slapping you gently on the face trying to get you to snap out of it, and if nobody was stopping before they definitely won’t want to now, i look like your goddamn pimp right now. you half open one eye and manage to slur out a series of mumbles, and i make you repeat it again and again until it becomes words. you flop your head back and moan, take me to caesar sinai. fuck it. that’s it, i’m just gonna go for it. i am getting nowhere trying to wave people down and so i decide to just walk right into traffic, flailing my arms wildly at the first car that stops, which manages to somehow not leave a scratch on anyone. when an ambulance arrives and rushes us into er i pretend you’re having a bad reaction to seafood. i mean what the fuck am i supposed to say? i got a very expensive tabloid story’s worth of information to just give to any old creep that asks? i mean i hate you but i don’t want you to suffer for the world to see. they pump your stomach and when you’re lucid i’m sitting next to you, watching all the tubes going in and out of your body now. you’re so much nicer now that you’re docile from all this trauma. you meekly tell me hi, and i don’t know what the fuck i’m supposed to say now so i just kind of look at you and say nothing. i mean i’m so done with you at this point and am wondering how soon i can bail, is she even my problem now? isn’t someone else ready to take over? why has no one arrived by now to see you? does anyone even fucking care? that’s when your dad bolts in and starts firing off shot after shot at you like he’s talking to a drill sergeant and not his sick child on a breathing monitor in a hospital bed. he’s yelling at you like i was yelling at you, but way worse. what the fuck is wrong with you? do you know how close we were to being seen? i already had to pay off the staff to keep it under wraps from the press, and damn it that i didn’t just ship you off after your mother and i divorced. your heartrate speeds up and your breathing becomes labored and sir, don’t you think there’s a better time for this discussion later maybe? time? you think i have time to be dealing with this? that’s what i pay people for, why aren’t you dealing with this? maybe if you were doing your job i wouldn’t have to be down here and suddenly you pipe up dad, please stop. i’ll be fine. she just saved my life. that's right bitch, i'm a girl too this time. your dad does this weird 180 where he goes from being completely abrasive to so apologetic and there’s no in between, it’s like a switch that’s been turned. you point to me and say i didn't catch your name, and for a second i want to be like o rly? is that what the nice christian girl just noticed, that i'm a person? i tell it to you and your dad goes wait, you're the one that walked into traffic for my daughter. or maybe it's more like dawta. he tells me instantly that he wants to promote me - to being your personal assistant. she needs a handler i can trust, you're perfect for the job. ohhhh the fuck i'm not sir, but with all due respect, i don't think so. i'm just a teamster (not true) i'm not equipped to be overseeing a person's life at all hours. he goes, what do they pay you to be a teamster? and before i could answer i'm not actually a teamster he goes, i'll pay you triple. i really want to say no the fuck way but i also really want to be able to afford things like food and gas and sweet kicks. i sigh begrudgingly and in a blink of an eye in several months into living with you and, well, handling you. it picked up just where it left off, awkward and tense with a lot of me having to remind myself i can't get lash out at you because you're just this scared girl that doesn't even want to be doing this. your dad swears i can have my job back at the studio if i want it, that i don't have to cater to you and that i can be tough, but eventually the desire fades completely. i make solid meals like eggs and bacon for breakfast while you just eat little kid foods like lucky charms and pizza bites. you start to leave the news on around the house when i'm gone because you've become this attached little puppy that needs to feel like i'm there all the time. i make sure you take all your prescriptions at the same time every day, take you to your appointments on time, and i even check your nostrils every day which you are especially proud to do, like a little kid that just washed their hands and is getting the smell test but i'm looking for cocaine residue and dilated pupils. i'm the normal that you need in the background, or that's what i tell you one day when you ask why it is that you like the smell of coffee so much but not the taste. you resent that and we get into a strange fight like we're a couple, and are we a couple? there's something very cher and josh about the whole thing. you are staring with softest look i've ever seen and i ask, are you going to kiss me? you blush and fumble for words, stuttering but i put my finger very gently over your mouth like shh, it was rhetoric-cal. we make out forever after and all that, you know how these end every time why do i even have to still go over it with you? sorry, am i being a grump at you again just like ya fawtha? you kiss the dead out of me and i stitch my flesh around the broken parts of you, and together we make it back over the rainbow in one piece, just like we always do.