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Origin of the Hollywood Hullabaloos Biker Gang

A Sarge & lil Mama Oral History (Elvis Presley fanfiction)

NOTE: Below are excerpts from Chapter Nine of the “Presley’s Remembered”, a project taken on by the youngest of Elvis and Elaine’s children, compiling interviews, recollections and anecdotes of their famous parents from the early days of their marriage till their late father’s death. In some instances the children interviewed the friends and acquaintances themselves, in other cases they utilized published memoirs and diaries, as well as interviews given on talk shows, radio and to official biographers. The sentiments below are included for their reminiscent value, they do not reflect the opinions or convictions of the Presley family, nor their endorsement as a perfectly accurate portrait of a very public family whose most private motivations were known to them and them alone.

Warnings: PG-13 at the worst? hinted mention of infidelity, the mob, cuckolding bets and a sickening amount of fluff

Billy Smith (cousin): There was this idea, Elvis pitched it to us but I’m pretty sure it was Elaine’s idea but, anyway, the idea was to start a motorcycle club, right? Like, that’s, that’s all there was to it, which sounds silly now in retrospect because it became such a, well, such a big thing ya know? But initially it was just Elvis Presley standing in his backyard in LA saying: “what if we made a bike club and only invited people we like?” And of course everyone immediately became supportive and worked really hard to be likable, you know, to guarantee an invite to be a member. A member of this club that didn’t even exist yet.

Red West (entourage): Oh yeah the bike club. You know how that started, right? It was nothin, I mean -nothin! Elaine and Thumper were already bikin’ through the Hollywood hills, down the canyons and all that whenever Elaine was in town. It’s what they did when Elvis wasn’t home and Elaine wasn’t on set with him. Sidecars and the crowd of kids strapped in and just crusin’. Probably kept the woman sane havin’ somethin’ she could sorta do on her own, get the uh, uh, ya know the uh, -any disgruntlement out. But it became pretty obvious Elvis wanted in on it. He got so excited by this idea Elaine had of him startin’ a whole club, and I remember he came tearing into the den at Hillcrest house to tell Elaine about it and, uh, Elizabeth was there, and uh, Elaine she, she listened to him real patient and animated like always -she always was that way for him you know, humoring him I think- and after he finished with all the details she just said, “that’s brilliant E!” and told him they oughta invest in, in uh, in some specialized leathers if they were gonna do it properly. And he said side cars for the babies too, like that was new, and she said “of course” and then you’ve EP tearing back outside to get the stuff ordered. And let me tell you, he was on cloud nine till he called Ann to tell her about it, and instead of the, the, the excitement, I guess, that he was expecting from her too, she was really miffed. Ann kept saying she and Elaine already had that and he needed to find another hobby. It was like stickin’ a pin in a balloon, man, it went from the only thing he cared about to being worth nothin’. Took Elaine like, like a week or more to build him back up. Those days they, they were kinda rough on him, little things really hit him hard at that time. Elaine -she was the only one to realize how, fragile I guess, fragile he was. Yeah. But of course, in the end, she cheered him up and now ya have the Hollywood Hullabaloo Club and it’s legendary.

Ann-Margret (co-star): Well now, I don’t want to overstep, overshare anything but you are right, it was very private at first, just me and Elaine going on joyrides with the kids. The kids got a little stir crazy in LA, more than they did in Memphis, you see. Elaine was very conscious that they needed to get out and be outside and there were concerns that in LA it wasn’t as safe for them to do so. So she had these custom made sidecars -trailers, is what they really were- and we’d pile them in and go out into the hills or sometimes south to the desert and just, get some sunshine and some wind in our faces. It was very special to me, that companionship with her, I felt it was very -healing, for the both of us. And I think, well, I believe it helped me feel forgiven. That she would share that -share herself- with me, and I found myself seeking her company more and more. Elaine was really a wonderful person to enjoy things with, she didn’t have to say a lot but you were never in doubt about whether she was engaged or not, she was always engaged. In the smaller things just as much as the large, and those rides were really simple and joyous, and I was a little selfish, I suppose, about them. She was very much herself on them, she was doing them for her own enjoyment, her children’s, it was one of the few times I saw her be abrupt with photographers or even fans. She really carved out that time for enjoyment and I had seen that, recognized that. But since I didn’t have the tact that she had, I just went ahead and told Elvis that those were special to her. And I guess that suggested his addition would detract from that, because it would, it would have suddenly made it more -in a bad way. I think he knew how much she gave to him, how much of herself, and how much she allowed him to have his own things and not encroach, she was so rarely jealous, really seemed to understand he was a force of nature and one person couldn’t hold all that attention. So I think he wasn’t so much sulking over not being wanted, as he was struggling with trying to mimic her, and be ok with her having her own thing. And he just wasn’t built like that, he needed all of her most of the time, and that’s just, that’s just how it was.

Jerry Schilling (entourage): first off I had to find someone who would make those massive pull behind wagons for the kids. And they had to be real safe, obviously, and it was a feat of engineering, Elaine designing them and making them exist. I’ve never seen Elaine throw money at something like she did those side cars. That’s not including the legal bribes either. And those ones lasted for about five whole months and then EP up and says it’s gonna be a whole gang and there’s gotta be more. This time lots of little side cars instead of the two large ones that Miss Ann and Miss Elaine were using before. So, with the bike club they just sorta divvied the kids up between everyone and there were some of the folks like the Cooke’s who had kids of their own. So it was a big production but the end product was such a blast, it was worth it. I mean it just went to show that EP really didn’t want to do much of anything without hauling his family along, just wasn’t compelling to him without them. And the gang grew from there.

Barbara Stanwyck (co-star): Oh god, the Hollywood Hullabaloo -god those were good times. It got to where I used to look forward to the parties and the dinners, because those Presley’s were masters at hospitality, but the biker gang? Oh that was madness and the most childish thing I’d engaged in -in forever. I didn’t have much of a childhood, been on the grind since 13, and the idea of having something so silly and fun and wholesome and just doing it, appearances and logistics be damned? God that was, that was everything and I know I wasn’t the only one who went in a little timid and then became rabidly devoted to our group. Hollywood’s culture was changing back then, and there were lots of rivalries and splits between the old guard and the new and serious actors and entertainers and it could all get a little mean and sore. But in the bike club? All that went away, you were with people and it humanized your rivals and your exs and turned you all into kids for a minute. I know a lot of rifts got healed through that, just as many wrecks of motorbikes happened too, but I’d say it was worth it.

Elaine Presley (when asked by her daughter): it was on the set of Roustabout, I believe, when Barbara piped up and told Elvis she knew how to ride. There was this brief break between filming one day and you should have seen how fast he tossed her onto his bike and drove off to prove it. Giddy in a cloud of dust and the whole movie set squawking about when they’d be back. She handled it like a champ, and I made a metal note she was gonna be invited, I could tell by his face that she was the sort we were looking for

Marlon Brando (actor): Hollywood can get so insular, so claustrophobic with all these cliques and pretentiousness and such. Drains your life away, and in between projects that can be a very down time. I was contemplating not even staying in the city for breaks when I heard about this lady who had succeeded at making a judge pass a law legalizing these motorcycle carriages. It was so she could bike with her kids. All five or six of them. A lotta kids. And my first thought was: she is either the worst mother or the most devoted one on earth. And I was curious about the mechanics of it. And so I asked around and heard from Sinatra that it was Elvis Presley’s wife. Which made sense, that’s where the money to throw at judges came from but I’d never heard anything that gutsy about her before that. I mean really, there were the rumors about Cooke but that was the usual shit. By far, the most I heard about her was the betting pool at the Coconut Grove where they had a pool over who could cuckold Elvis Presley first. And other than that, it sounded like she was good at making bacon and babies, right? I had this opinion of them (the Presley’s) that they had no idea what they were in for in this town. There was this contempt and lecherous fascination everyone in the industry had for them -and they were so generous and gracious about it. I really had some contempt for them, for what I thought was their naïveté. Until the thing about the bike carriage. I realized that Mrs Presley must’ve been sorta ingenious, or else hired someone clever, and I sure wished I had a mother who cared to take me along like that, you know? I just kept thinking of those carriages, kept thinking how it had to be an avid motorcycle fanatic to design them and so I stopped by the shop that made them. Asked who designed them. They said Elaine Presley. I went to Hillcrest House. I wanted to meet someone who liked motorcycles and kids that much. I mean, she had to be a good sort of person with those interests, right? Course then it was, it was like meeting human sunshine. Heavily pregnant sunshine. Elaine showed me around the garage, or the kids did is more like what happened, gave me a tour and she said how her husband would be bummed he wasn’t there to meet me. And I didn’t mind him, I mean I would have liked to meet him, and sure there’d been the business of Rita and him before the marriage. But that was water under the bridge, she’d used him to make me jealous, all there was to it. She said he was sweet, actually that’s my word. Boring is the word by Rita used. It had me thinking about him back then, it’s like, shit, he was a baby, you know? And the women they ate him up, used him like Rita did, used him like a bull. Made sense why he wanted to be married so bad, have someone who wasn’t in it to eat him up. But uh, my interest was in the woman who made those sidecars. In parting Elaine said I was welcome to swing by again, that I really had to meet “her boy”. I realized she meant Elvis Presley, he was her boy, and that made sense. That's how it felt it should be. So I ended up opening my big mouth and assuring this sweet girl I’d swing by again in a day or two. And of course all the kids watching me swear to their mother, I had to come back. That’s how I came to be -embroiled- in the scheme.

Lamar Fike (entourage): Yeah, yeah she’d be puttering around in the garage a lotta afternoons, before dinner but after the market and sports games. She’d be under a bike or two and the kids would be passing her wrenches and she’d be drilling them on their times tables. Homeshcoolin’ ‘em while changin’ oil, it was the craziest, loveliest thing I’d ever seen. Course the kids were so responsive to it, she’d give ‘em little rewards when they got numbers right, let ‘em tighten a screw or whatever. And it taught ‘em a lot about life and putting in the work for all the fun they then went and had on the road with their mama and Thumper. They saw her getting dirty and frustrated sure, they also saw her stick with it, finish a job. And keep coming back even though she coulda passed it onto me or anyone else. And yeah, sometimes EP would come home from the studio a little early and find her out there and he’d just lay down right next to her, get his nice Hollywood clothes all filthy, passin’ her stuff and askin the kids ‘bout their day. Course then the kids they’d go through the times tables or the spelling or everything all over again, whatever she’d had ‘em just rehearse and whatever they were whining about doin’ with her they’d get all excited to show him. The progress that they had made, they liked showin off for him. He liked workin’ out there with her, so much so sometimes you’d have to leave ‘em be, clear the garage out, ya know. He found that attractive about her, the kerchief in her hair and the grease and shit, he didn’t mind, probably got in trouble for ruinin’ his clothes but he liked playing with her like that. He liked her like that. And yeah, one day Marlon Brando just sauntered through, pulled along by young Jesse who was showin’ him everything and Elaine really actin’ sorta star struck. She wagged her finger at me when escorting him out, I remember she said “don’t you tell on me, Lamar!” -and I thought it was the cutest thing as all she’d done was be nice to him, she was just real loyal and scared of hurtin’ EP. Course they all became friends later.

Ann-Margret (co-star): The angriest I’d ever seen Elaine was after my phone call with Elvis. She actually drove to my house in her rare spare time and to use an Elvis' turn of phrase, she lit into me. She said I was really insensitive and stupid for discouraging him about the club and that I’d made him feel burdensome and like she, Elaine, was trying to get away from him in the few days he had to be with them. Which we both knew I hadn’t meant it that way, but of course that’s how he took it and she had a right to be mad. I just didn’t expect her to be as angry as she was. I truly hadn’t seen her temper to that degree, had once doubted its existence. She was very even keeled about annoying or hurtful things, I mean she found out about the affair and just sorta shrugged, for god's sake. I thought that would be the ultimate test. But no, no this is what sent her fury skyrocketing, she really was so sensitive to him being wanted by them and never feeling like he crashed in on his own family when he came back. Even though that’s exactly what he did. He was a huge disruption every time he returned but that’s not how husbands should be, that’s now how homelife is done, so she simply forbade it from being taken that way. And I realized then just how much she loved him, not only would she give up every shred of indepence for him, she told me that if I ever slipped up like that again and made him feel unwanted by either of us, she’d make sure I never saw them again, or could ever even get in contact. I remember really thinking she was gonna jam the firepower up my tush a few times that conversation. It was like a Chanel No. 5 scented tornado and it shook me up good. I never tried to stick up for Elaine Presley again, she said she could do it herself, so I let her. Before the month was out, there was a biker gang and we had matching leathers and a name and over a dozen new additions. There was nothing serene about those rides ever again, but it pulled Elvis out of a terrible funk that I blamed him for, and she didn’t. And that was the difference. She just changed the atmosphere till Elvis Presley could glow again, whatever it took. For the mid 60’s it was the Hollywood Hullabaloos and she invented them for him.

Red West (entourage): Ok but you know why she did it, right? Elaine liked it quiet and she liked it all small and private but she knew with EP wanting in that she couldn’t let Marlon Brando into the girl gang and not her husband, right? Like, she knew that. It was so funny the night she told him at dinner that Brando had come to the house and she’s all “actually it was me he wanted to see” and EP is like an excited puppy all wanting details and he got about fit to burst with excitement over the idea of Brando joining the gang and then it was like, a switch went off in his brain. He went all pale and quiet, smile went away. You could tell he was visualizing his wife on a bike with Marlon Brando. I thought he’d break the table top he got so angry by this mental image he hadn’t even admitted to. It was hilarious. And Elaine you know, she never argued with him. He was so jealous of her, and she never argued like a lotta broads would have. He would be irrational and she’d say “ok”. Then suggest a loophole. Always worked, and the loophole was him bein’ in too. Startin’ a whole gang. Thumper hated the idea, told EP the same and it deflated him, man. But I’m tellin’ ya, Elaine knew if she was going to get what she wanted then she had to bring him along, let him in on the action when he was on his free time. Became a big ole deal after that, remembered as his bike club and stuff, but nobody remembers it was ‘cause Elaine Presley was a clever broad and wanted to go riding with her friends.

Elizabeth Mansfield (family friend): We were at the table and after his initial excitement you could see Elvis pondering the logistics of Marlon Brando taking a liking to his wife and right about when he started to idly push his food around on his plate Elaine pipes up casually and says “his voice is sorta annoying, though.” and Elvis snaps “whose?” and Elaine goes “Mr. Brando’s! His voice doesn’t seem to match the rest of him. But I guess I’m spoiled.” The rest of the dinner was spent with Elvis defending Brando’s dialect.

Jerry Schilling (entourage): ok, no, no it wasn’t just sidecars ok? This was an entire procession of bikes and trailers and stuff, eventually we’d take these massive packed dinners Elaine prepared ahead of time and we’d have the most luxurious picnics and bbqs up in the hills and sometimes there was even camping overnight, if enough of the security made it with us. Elvis and Elaine had already done a lot of riding up there themselves, just goin’ on dates up there long before Thumper and Elaine took to it when he was gone, so E and E, they had all these areas scouted out and would even say this area is good for camping or this one’s got a creek or there’s a good tree to relieve yourself behind. Course with how all over each other they always were, we used to joke there wasn’t much country around that they probably hadn’t used for coupling. Every tree ya pissed against ya had to wonder if it’d seen action.

Barbra Cooke Womack (wife of Sam Cooke): Some of my last, carefree memories of Sam before his death were from that summer when they started the Hullabaloos. We weren’t really good bikers, Sam collected cars, that was his hobby, but being a biker wasn’t the chief requirement for the gang. If you were bad at biking they gave you a helmet and called it a day. Elvis would say “you know where the accelerator is right?” and Sam would shoot back “It’s the break I’m worried about” and Presley would say “that’s no way to live”, and Sam would laugh and that’s the sorta attitude they were looking for. Had to be carefree. And really, it pulled Sam and I outta the depression we’d been in after the loss of our son. (Mr. and Mrs. Cooke’s two year old son drowned in their swimming pool the previous year.) Elaine’s still got a picture hung at Graceland of her and Sam and Elvis and Anne all jiving on a plank of plywood. They’d have these dance offs and the kids were judges, and they’d dance it out on this minuscule square of wood that they hauled up for the grill. Because yes, they hauled a grill up into the hills. Yeah, anyway, one of my favorite pictures is that one, the two teams facing off, Sam and Elaine versus Elvis and Ann, and behind them our daughter Andrea and their girl Ella putting on their best juror faces. Good times.

Ella Presley (daughter): Yes, Andrea and I, with Barbra (Stanwyck) sometimes advising us in matters of technical form, would judge these contests very seriously. Very serious business I’ll have you know, really, really took it gravely. And the parents, they tried to keep it serious for us, that is, as long as possible. Then it would just turn into all out jollification and everyone would start grooving.

Ann-Margret (co-star): they’d be blaring Solomon Burke and Chuck Berry and Otis, we’d get down to anything with a beat, and invariably the kids would end up joining in. Or Elvis would forget he was supposed to be facing off against Elaine and just end up cuddling up to the competition. Like, hey man we have high stakes here, burgers are at stake!

Marlon Brando: What was that -the uh, the Chuck Berry song, Elvis would always grab her and they’d just start swiveling together in perfect unison, ‘most playfully erotic thing I’d ever seen against the glow of a sunset on the hills. The kids were used to it. H-how’s it go? Something uh, something like uh-

Daisy Mae Presley (daughter): Mhmm, yeah, a staple was “You Never Can Tell” by Chuck Berry and daddy loved grabbing mama and acting it out. They weren’t broke teenagers when they married but he was obviously trying to relate to it.

Marlon Brando: uh, how’s it go, it’s uh, uh, (sings mumbling) “It was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished ‘em well,”…yeah, that one. Swiveling, the both of em, in the middle of the campsite. A free show, it was crazy.

Ella Presley (daughter): Jesse and I had some tournaments too, later on. And there was wrestling as well, I remember daddy would get into it with anyone, and then all the kids versus him and Jerry or him and Marlon. Just dancing was something the family did, came natural, that urge to move. Something about a bonfire and twilight brings it out of anyone I think, twilight -you could be anywhere at twilight. You can go back home in your mind.

Jackson Presley (second son): Actually, come to think of it, I’m pretty confident my first memory was sitting on a bike. In mama’s lap, had to be, and looking up at this rustling blob of pink. I later learned the blob was a massive bougainvillea vine and my dad was trying to climb the thorny thing to get back one of my sisters' hair bows. What? Oh, no, I-I don’t know if he was successful. The thorns make me doubt it but, he was stubborn ya know, so if he hadn’t gotten it I bet we’d still be there. So yes, I guess.

Marlon Brando (actor): I ended up liking Elvis, and Elvis’ family, infinitely more than I uh, I anticipated. Not really news is it? (chuckles) I did swing back by Hillcrest House and I got fed the best meal of my life and I got to watch the kids all interacting and I got to watch this famous couple interacting, and something about it really satisfied me. It was holy chaos everywhere, all the time, with a center of peacefulness at its core. Those were genuine, happy times, everyone was still putting effort into being a unit, in their family. Really the glory days of Elaine’s showmanship of you're going to base your judgments about motherhood on the children’s presentation and mental well being. I think if she got a medal, it should be for what she did in the 70’s, to hold them all together, but if you’re thinking of what is now remembered as that classic family, those were the years. Picture perfect, even when you got on the inside, and I wanted inside. You bet I did. Probably because there was always this wicked little undercurrent to keep things interesting, to keep that marriage’s integrity. I saw that, and I liked it. They were best friends, Elvis and Elaine, and the camaraderie floated down to their kids and to the rest of the gang. And I kept coming back for more. And soon I found myself and my precious bike saddled with a sidecar and a Presley child in it, spending my Los Angeles autumn’s getting a sore back from camping on the ground. No one else coulda made me do that, you’d have to pay me and even then, I dunno. But I did it for free, gave my free labor even, over five years, whenever they were in town.

Daisy Mae Presley (daughter): I got Marlon, always. Or almost always. Probably demanded him and raised hell unless I got him, I just really liked his personality. Everyone in the Memphis Mafia was so scared of pissing daddy off by somehow risking us or hurting us, God forbid. So they always drove like pussies when they had us, and there was no fun in that. And Rosalee was always a scaredy cat, so she was with daddy and I got Marlon. Used to ribb Rosalee about how daddy drove like a maniac and so she was always choosing the scariest ride but she always insisted she felt safer with him. And of course she was. We all were. I just didn’t care for safe, ha. Of course, now it’s notorious that a monster joined and was carting Jesse around for a whole summer before we learned he was Nevada Cost Nostra.

Elaine Presley (being asked by a reporter on the street): There were never mobsters in the bike club, Mr. Corleone himself owned nightclubs and his methods were unorthodox, that’s it. He was an entrepreneur. I met his wife once. I don’t I trust my children to mobster or thugs

Daisy Mae (daughter): He was totally a mafia guy. Like a real Italian mafia guy. He helped mama with the FBI wire taps at Graceland for the divorce case, his level of contacts were insane. Oh I…maybe I shouldn’t of said that I-

Marlon Brando (actor): Daisy was a unique kid even back then, never fit in with her sisters, acted like one of the brothers and was fearless. Pretty obsessed with her dad’s attention even back then, but she was always trying to earn it by being a daredevil just like him. It took about two years but once he realized I’d rather die than hurt one of his kids, Elvis gave the go ahead and Daisy and me, we’d take jumps and go over the dunes, catching some much air. The hypocrite was already doing it himself with Rosalee in the sidecar the whole time. But hey, he -he was protective, and the kids knew they were special, loved, all ya can ask for as a kid. That, and uh, that and your own motorcycle chauffeur, I guess.

Ella Presley (daughter): We knew things had really changed when it went from family drives and Mama and Tamale (the nickname the Presley children gave to Ann Margaret) taking us out, to daddy piling us all in the caddy and taking us to get leathers made. We had gear before, mama used to pack us in so well that we’d probably have survived a nuclear attack besides a wreck. (laughs) But yes, we got to stylize our own helmets. I got a plain black one and brought it back and painted it, because that’s what mama did with hers. Mine had like this flower crown of pink flowers on black, very hippy, according to Daddy. I was six, ok! And there wasn’t some gritty aspect to motorcycles in my mind, I’d grown up seeing mama on them in her skirts and lipstick, jewels hanging onto her ears for dear life when she picked up speed. A painted flower crown on my helmet seemed very fitting to me, alright? Give me some slack here.

Daisy Mae (daughter): Ella really had no idea about being badass and all that biker stuff that I don’t ever remember even talking to Marlon about but, sorta like osmosis, I got the general vibe that we were hot stuff. At five years old. (Rolls her eyes) But Ella, Ella was all pink and black like mama. And daddy was cooing and thinking it was the cutest thing. Then, then daddy had mama’s leather pants monogrammed. And Ella wanted that too. He melted on the floor in horror when she asked.

Barbara Stanwyck (co-star): so when this thing got serious, really got off the ground, that whole family turned out looking sharper and more coordinated than the Von Trapps. A lot groovier, too. And then came the kicker, Elaine had these leather trousers that, being Elaine, they looked phenomenal on her stems, and a cheeky EP monogrammed on the back pockets. Picture it. An initial per ass cheek, dark pink on black. Looked like a spanked butt, and of course her husband loved it, I’ve never seen him take such public appreciation for vulgarity on her like that, but who can blame him? You’ve seen the pictures, she’s scorching hot in them, and they’d save her from roadburn so, all was good. Till Miss Ella pipes up and says she wants some, too.

Ann-Margret (co-star): Always like mama that one, and watching and imitating her to a Tee. And most of the time it pleased Elvis endlessly, but this time, you could see him connecting the dots of his little girl being just like her mama who was his wife who he was so rabidly hungry for. And he barked that no way in hell could she get those leathers. And of course the poor little dear had no idea where she’d gone wrong. So he immediately chased her as she ran upstairs crying, making amends by helping her repaint the sidecar to look exactly like her mama’s bike. But no monogrammed leathers.

Billy Smith (cousin): EP got me this gorgeous, macho beauty of a motor, all bronze and black and masculine. And I couldn’t wait to take it for a spin up in the hills, outrace ‘em all. Then the day of the first outing I went outside and saw I got saddled with a pink and black little sidecar hooked up to my bike and just like that, my Isle of Man dreams were over.

Marlon Brando (actor): I got pretty excited about this, uh, this whole thing, I was itchin’ to go. Didn’t get what all the fuss was about. I’d seen Elvis hanging around the house, I could see Elvis going a million miles a minute wanting to get on with it but then he’d have to have it picture perfect, so the outing would get canceled till the cars got swapped with the bikes till they matched, the colors, the aesthetic had to please him and it would take a big reshuffle and -all that. I got pretty sick of it, like -when’s this gonna begin? Day before we had been almost ready, then someone forgot the gramophone and that caused a lotta commotion and by the time it was solved the rain had come. So the next morning, we swear we are all going, hell or high water. It’s happening, we were all burned out on making it perfect, just wanted to joy ride, right?

Barbara Stanwyck (co-star): I’ll never forget that morning everyone was loading up and mounting their bikes and Elvis pauses by Marlon’s and starts showing this funny look on his face the longer he inspects the sidecar and Marlon’s bike.

Ann-Margret (co-star): I saw him reach out his hand and sorta thumb at the orange stripe on Marlon’s fender, it didn’t go with Daisy’s purple sidecar, you see.

Barbara Stanwyck (co-star): and then Marlon, in a voice he usually saved for the stage snarled- “leave Papa’s bike alone, Mopey” and Elvis just -obeyed. It was the funniest thing ever, he used Elaine’s nickname for him and Elvis didn’t bat an eye.

Ann Margaret (co-star): E clutched his hand to his chest like he’d been burned by the metal and went and got on his bike without another word. We actually made it out of the gates that day. The rest was history.

Finis~

Thank y’all so much for reading! This was an entirely new style of storytelling for me and I’d really love to hear your thoughts and get your suggestions if there are other topics you think might be interesting to be explored in this way. My very big thanks for sweet Christi for holding my hand through this and giving her feedback.

One of the things that interests me with this whole series is painting a dichotomy between the vulnerable and intimate voyeurism we get to experience with the one shots, verses how this couple is perceived by their associates and the world at large. It just makes it more real for me and I hope it did for you.

Also, as a side note, you may have noticed I tried to keep some of these individuals as rather unreliable narrators, their prejudices or existing recollections of Elvis’ real life being a bit… biased… one way or the other. I suppose I keep outing myself on who I’m not fond of in the MM. oops

Xoxoxo 🌹 Marina

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Le Rubis (FFF/M, tickling, furs and feathers)

This story is actually accompanied by a drawing made by FurFeatherTickling on Deviantart.

“Will, come in here!” a raspy female voice called from a modern chic office.

Will took a deep breath and tidied his light brown messy hair before stepping through the glass door into the sleek, minimalist space. The office was a study in contrasts: sharp lines and cool tones softened by plush furnishings and warm lighting. Behind a large, glass-topped desk sat Elise, Will’s boss, her keen eyes scanning through a stack of documents.

“You wanted to see me, Elise?” Will asked, ready to do his duty as Elise’s personal assistant and blinking his hazel eyes.

Elise, her hair, a rich chestnut brown, was meticulously styled into a sleek bob that framed her angular face, accentuating her high cheekbones and piercing green eyes. Today, she wore a charcoal gray suit with a fitted blazer over a silk blouse, the subtle shimmer of the fabric catching the light whenever she moved. She closed her laptop with both of her hands, as though she had just finished something important.

“Open the window for me, darling,” Elise commanded gently, her eyebrows rising up in a requesting expression.

Will, with no hesitation, walked over to the huge window and opened it, letting in fresh air to the spacious office. The sounds of the city flooded the room as Will walked back over to the front of Elise’s desk.

Elise leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she inhaled deeply. "Thank you, Will. I needed that."

"Of course," Will replied, his curiosity piqued. "Is there something you need me to do?"

Elise's gaze sharpened as she looked at him. "Yes, there is. I have an important task for you tonight." she stated, winking her eye at him.

“Oh? What do you need me to do, Elise?” Will queried, brisk with enthusiasm for his boss.

This was the reason Elise had hired the 23-year-old young man. He had so much drive to do his job well. Will had been desperate for a job for some time and Elise had saved him. Will's ambition and dedication were qualities Elise valued highly, and she saw in him a raw potential that reminded her of her younger self. His enthusiasm and willingness to tackle any task, no matter how unusual or challenging, made him stand out in a sea of complacent employees. And there was no denying that Elise found the young assistant somewhat cute.

“Tell me…” Elise asked, squinting her eyes slightly and tapping her long white nails on the counter. “Do you know about Le Rubis?”

“Cannot say I do,” Will replied, shrugging his shoulders at the name. “What is that?”

“It is not a thing; it’s a place. A burlesque cabaret club, to be specific. It’s located in the core city center,” she clarified, matter of factly. “You know the red tile building next to the city theater? That’s the one.”

“A burlesque club? In this city? How come I haven’t heard of it?” Will pondered, scratching his head, puzzled.

Elise leaned forward, her expression both amused and serious. "Le Rubis is not your average club, Will. It's an exclusive, members-only venue. Only a select few even know it exists, and fewer still have the privilege of entering its doors."

Will's curiosity was piqued further. "What kind of people go there?"

Elise's eyes gleamed with a mixture of intrigue and caution. "Influential people. Artists, politicians, business moguls... It's a place where deals are made and secrets are kept. The performances are just one part of its allure."

“So, what do you need me to do there?” Will asked, trying to mask his excitement with professionalism.

Elise handed him a sleek black envelope embossed with a crimson wax seal. “This is your ticket in. You’ll be attending a special event tonight: 200th performance of the main show. But remember, discretion is paramount. What happens at Le Rubis stays at Le Rubis.”

“Understood!” Will proclaimed. “I will be as discreet as I can. I will not utter a word about what happens inside!”

“Good. But that’s not all, though, Will,” Elise stated, turning around to her right in her huge office chair. She leaned down and picked something up from the floor. She lifted it up and placed it on the table. It was a box. The box was made of polished mahogany, its deep brown hues catching the light in subtle reflections. The craftsmanship was evident in the fine details etched along its edges, suggesting it was more than just a container—it held significance.

“I happen to know the main performer, Scarlet Tempest. She’s a dear friend of mine. I’d like to give her and her dancers a small gift for their 200th performance. It’s a special event, after all,” Elise said, smiling to herself slyly and patting the box gently.

“So I give the box to Scarlet. You got it!” Will replied, picking up the sizable box from the counter, lifting it with both hands.

“Take my chauffeur. He’ll be outside waiting,” Elise informed, waving her hand to shoo Will away.

Will made his way through the ornate dark wooden door of the office. She let out a mischievous chuckle as she watched him leave and bit her lip. “He’ll have fun in there, I’m sure,” she thought to herself, walking over to the window and looking over at the vast metropolis.

Will walked through the hallways of the office space and made his way to the elevator at the end. He looked at the indicator on the top of the doorframe. “37,” it said. Will pressed the button, opening the door instantly. He saw as the down arrow lit up. He went inside and pressed the 1st floor button.

As the elevator descended, Will's mind raced with thoughts of what awaited him at Le Rubis. The place had a reputation that preceded it, a luxurious and exclusive club where the city's elite gathered. He clutched the black envelope and the box, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

When the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, he stepped into the grand lobby, its marble floors gleaming under the chandelier light. Outside, Elise's chauffeur was waiting, a tall man with a stern expression and a sleek black car parked at the curb.

“Good evening, sir,” the chauffeur greeted, opening the door for Will.

“Evening,” Will replied, sliding into the back seat with the box carefully balanced on his lap. “Do you know where Le Rubis is?”

“Pardon? Le what?” the chauffeur asked, not knowing what Will was talking about.

“Eh, just take me to the city theater,” Will dismissed, and fastened his seatbelt.

The car pulled away from the curb smoothly, and Will watched as the cityscape blurred past the tinted windows. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. Le Rubis was legendary, a place where the city's elite gathered in secrecy. It was said that its walls had witnessed history being made, deals brokered, and alliances formed.

They drove past the main square, filled with different advertisements. One advertisement caught Will’s eye. A huge billboard depicted a tan-looking man wearing a luxurious fur coat, gazing fiercely at the camera. Opposite him, a woman draped in an elegant fur stole exuded confidence and allure. The bottom of the billboard said something and Will looked closer. With bold letters it said, ‘Bianca Nyberg, furry perfection’.

Will smirked at the dramatic display as the car continued its journey. Soon, they arrived at the city theater, an imposing building with grand columns and an air of historical significance. It was not the building Will was looking for, though. There was a plain red tile building next to the lavish theater. It had no signs or ads.

“Thank you,” Will said as he stepped out of the vehicle.

He approached the unassuming building, its lack of signage adding to the air of mystery. Pushing open the heavy door, he found himself in a dimly lit foyer. A narrow staircase led downwards, the soft glow of wall sconces guiding his path. With each step, the muffled sounds of activity grew louder, a blend of distant conversations and soft music.

At the bottom of the staircase, Will emerged into a grand hall that contrasted starkly with the plain exterior. The space was opulent, with rich red drapery, golden accents, and crystal chandeliers casting a warm, inviting glow. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the buzz of elite guests mingling and enjoying the luxurious ambiance.

A tall muscular man in a suit was posted up at the bottom of the staircase. Before Will could advance any further, he was stopped by the man.

“Tickets, please,” he said calmly.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Will said, setting the box down.

He opened the envelope and gave the inspector his ticket. He glanced at it for a while and nodded.

“I have this box for Scarlet Tempest. It’s from a friend. I was instructed to bring it to her,” Will added.

“Is that so? You can leave it with the staff in the cloakroom. I’ll figure it out. For now enjoy the show and I’ll find you after,” the inspector instructed, pointing to the cloakroom.

Relieved, Will picked up the box and made his way to the cloakroom, a small but elegantly decorated space staffed by a few attendants. One of them, a young woman with a friendly smile, stepped forward to assist him.

“I need to leave this box for Scarlet Tempest,” Will explained. “It’s very important.”

“Of course, sir,” she replied, taking the box from him with care. “We’ll ensure it reaches her safely.”

“Thank you,” Will said, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders.

With his task temporarily set aside, Will made his way into the main performance hall. The theater was breathtaking, a blend of old-world charm and modern luxury. The walls were adorned with rich, deep red velvet drapery, accented with intricate golden embroidery. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their light refracted into a warm, inviting glow that bathed the entire room in elegance.

The seats were plush and comfortable, upholstered in a matching red fabric with gold trim, arranged in a semi-circular pattern to ensure that every guest had an unobstructed view of the stage. The balconies above offered a more private viewing experience, each adorned with ornate railings and plush seating, adding to the sense of grandeur.

The stage itself was a marvel. It was expansive, with a polished wooden floor that gleamed under the stage lights. A deep red velvet curtain, heavy and opulent, hung closed, hiding the wonders that lay behind it. Above the stage, a proscenium arch was intricately carved with scenes of mythical creatures and gods, painted in gold leaf that shimmered under the lights.

As the house lights dimmed, a hush fell over the audience. The red curtain slowly parted, revealing a scene of enchanting beauty. The backdrop depicted an elegant, vintage Parisian cabaret, with ornate columns, a grand staircase, and twinkling fairy lights that seemed to create a magical ambiance.

The stage was set with various props that added to the allure—a grand piano to one side, draped with a shimmering fabric, and an array of beautifully designed chairs and tables, giving the impression of an intimate, exclusive club. Soft smoke wafted from the edges of the stage, adding a touch of mystique to the scene.

Will looked around at the audience, taking in the diverse crowd gathered for the evening's performance. The room was filled with the city’s elite—business magnates, influential politicians, renowned artists, and celebrities, all dressed in their finest attire. Men in tailored suits and women in elegant gowns whispered to each other in hushed tones, their conversations blending into a low hum of anticipation.

As the music began to play, its notes rich and evocative, the audience was transported to another time and place. The lighting shifted, casting dramatic shadows and highlights, enhancing the depth and allure of the stage. It was clear that every detail had been meticulously planned to create an unforgettable experience.

Will settled into his seat, feeling the anticipation build. The atmosphere was electric, and he knew he was about to witness something truly special. The magic of Le Rubis was about to unfold before his eyes, and he couldn't wait to see Scarlet Tempest take the stage.

As the first notes of music filled the grand hall, the stage lights illuminated Scarlet Tempest, who stood poised at the center, her fiery red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of flames. She wore a dazzling, extravagant costume: a purple corset with a fluffy fox fur trim that accentuated her figure and added a touch of luxurious elegance. Feather boas trailed behind her like tails, flowing from the back of her corset with every movement, creating a dynamic and enchanting effect. Draped over her shoulders was a sumptuous large lavender fox fur stole with tails, adding to her regal and captivating appearance. She wore satin gloves with fur trim, completing her dazzling ensemble and enhancing her graceful movements.

The music started softly, a haunting melody played on a solo violin, setting a tone of elegance and mystery. Scarlet began to move, her steps precise and fluid, her body swaying gracefully to the rhythm. She extended her arms, fingers delicate, as if she were weaving a spell with her movements. The audience was entranced, their eyes following her every motion.

As the tempo of the music increased, so did the intensity of Scarlet's dance. She spun across the stage, her feather boas and fur stole trailing behind her in a mesmerizing display. Her movements were a seamless blend of classical ballet and contemporary dance, each step telling a story of passion and enchantment.

While Scarlet Tempest continued to captivate the audience with her solo performance, the music swelled, signaling the arrival of the backup dancers. The first one, Belle Stardust, was a blonde with wavy hair that cascaded just past her shoulders. The second dancer had black hair, Raven Noir, her forehead covered by a fringe with the tips of her hair curled. The tops of their heads were adorned with extravagant pink ostrich feather headdresses, adding a touch of flamboyance to their appearance.

The stage lights brightened, casting a vibrant glow as the dancers made their entrance. They moved with a synchronized grace, their outfits echoing Scarlet's but in a more understated yet equally stunning fashion. Their corsets were a delicate shade of pink, trimmed with soft fur that complemented the luxurious aesthetic of the performance.

The dancers' feather boas were massive, far larger than any Will had ever seen. These boas, draped dramatically over their shoulders, flowed and billowed with their movements, creating an almost ethereal effect. The ends of the boas were adorned with enormous feather tassels, each connected by ornate metal couplings that shimmered under the stage lights. These tassels added a dynamic element to the dancers' movements, swinging and twirling as they danced, enhancing the visual spectacle.

As they joined Scarlet on stage, the dancers formed a circle around her, their feather boas creating a mesmerizing swirl of pink feathers. The contrast between Scarlet’s lilac ensemble and the dancers’ softer pinks created a striking visual harmony, enhancing the overall enchantment of the performance.

The choreography was intricate and perfectly synchronized. The dancers moved in unison, their massive boas sweeping through the air in grand arcs. They spun and twirled, their feather tassels creating a dazzling display of motion and color. The interplay between the dancers and Scarlet was seamless, each movement designed to highlight the beauty and complexity of the others.

One particularly captivating moment involved Scarlet being lifted high into the air by her fellow dancers, her body arched gracefully as if she were flying. The audience gasped in awe, the seamless blend of strength and elegance creating a powerful visual impact. As she descended, the music softened once more, transitioning into a delicate, lyrical section.

Scarlet and her dancers moved through the softer music with a gentle fluidity, their motions almost ethereal. The use of props, such as feathered fans, added layers of texture to the performance, creating a dreamlike quality. The interplay of light and shadow, combined with the dancers' graceful movements, painted a vivid picture of romance and fantasy.

As the final notes of the music echoed through the hall, Scarlet struck a final pose, her arms raised triumphantly. The stage lights dimmed, casting her in a soft, golden glow. For a moment, there was complete silence as the audience absorbed the beauty and power of the performance.

Then, the hall erupted in applause, the audience rising to their feet in a standing ovation. Scarlet and her dancers bowed deeply, their faces beaming with pride and exhilaration. Will found himself applauding with fervor, the magic of the dance leaving an indelible impression on him. He understood now why Le Rubis was so legendary—this was more than a performance; it was an experience that touched the soul and lingered in the memory.

After the performance, Will made his way back through the grand hall, still buzzing with excitement and admiration for what he had just witnessed. He navigated through the crowd of elated audience members, their conversations and praises filling the air. His destination was the cloakroom, where he needed to retrieve the box for Scarlet Tempest.

Reaching the cloakroom, he approached the counter where the friendly attendant from earlier stood, now assisting other guests with their belongings. When she noticed Will, she smiled and stepped forward to help him.

“Hello again,” she greeted warmly. “How did you enjoy the show?”

“It was incredible,” Will replied, still awestruck. “Absolutely unforgettable. But I need to retrieve the box I left here for Scarlet Tempest.”

“Of course, sir,” the attendant said, turning to the shelves behind her. She scanned the neatly organized packages and personal items before locating the box Will had brought. Carefully, she lifted it and placed it on the counter in front of him.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Will turned around to find the inspector standing behind him, his expression neutral yet somehow conveying a sense of anticipation.

“Scarlet Tempest and her dancers are expecting you,” the inspector announced, his voice calm yet carrying an air of authority.

Will's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected summons. He hadn't anticipated being personally invited to meet Scarlet Tempest and her troupe. This was an opportunity he couldn't pass up.

“Thank you,” Will replied, his excitement bubbling beneath the surface. “I’ll follow you.”

With a nod, the inspector led the way through the labyrinthine corridors of Le Rubis, his confident strides indicating a familiarity with the venue that Will found reassuring. As they walked, Will's mind raced with questions and anticipation, wondering what awaited him in the presence of the legendary Scarlet Tempest and her dancers.

Soon, they arrived at a door marked with a star, the name "Scarlet Tempest" emblazoned in elegant script. The inspector knocked gently before opening the door, revealing a lavishly appointed dressing room beyond.

“Ms. Tempest, Mr. Will is here,” the inspector announced, stepping aside to allow Will to enter.

As Will stepped into the dressing room, he was greeted by a scene straight out of a glamorous movie set. Mirrors lined the walls, framed by rows of bright lightbulbs that cast a soft, flattering glow over the room. Clothing racks filled with an array of fur and feather garments stood nearby, their luxurious textures catching the light and adding to the ambiance of opulence.

Standing amidst this dazzling display were the dancers of Le Rubis, their vibrant personalities evident in their lively chatter and animated movements. They were a vision of elegance and allure, each one adorned in exquisite costumes that shimmered and swayed with every step.

"Ah, you must be Will," one of the dancers exclaimed, her voice warm and welcoming as she approached him. "We're thrilled to have you here."

Will nodded, feeling a sense of excitement building within him as he took in the energy of the room. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you," he replied, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

“I was informed you would be delivering a gift?” Scarlet inquired, her curiosity piqued.

“Yes, ma’am,” Will answered, stepping forward and presenting the box he had carried with him. “A token of congratulations on your 200th performance, from Elise.”

Scarlet accepted the gift with a smile, her fingers delicately tracing the contours of the box. “Aww, how thoughtful of Elise,” she remarked, her appreciation evident in her tone. “And thank you, Will. Your presence here tonight is a gift in itself.”

As Scarlet opened the box and lifted out a note, a mischievous gleam danced in her eyes. She read the contents quietly, her smile growing wider with each passing moment. Then, without a word, she glanced at the inspector, a silent understanding passing between them.

Glancing up at the inspector, who stood nearby with an air of professionalism, Scarlet made a subtle gesture, mimicking the motion of locking a door using a key with her hands. The inspector, catching her meaning, nodded in understanding before swiftly exiting the room.

With a decisive click, the door was securely locked, ensuring their privacy within the confines of the dressing room. Scarlet turned her attention back to the note, her curiosity piqued by its contents.

As Scarlet read the note aloud, her voice filled with playful intrigue, a mischievous smile spread across her lips. Belle and Raven gathered around her leaned in, their eyes alight with curiosity as they absorbed the message.

"'Congratulations on the 200th performance of your show! To mark this special occasion, I’ve sent you a gift that promises endless fun. Inside, you’ll find an assortment of tickling tools. And as an added treat, meet Will, your ticklish victim for the evening. Knowing how much you and I both love tickle torture, I thought this would be the perfect way to celebrate. Enjoy! Love, Elise.'" Scarlet recited, her tone tinged with mischief.

A moment of silence hung in the air as the dancers processed the unexpected message. Then, as one, their gazes shifted towards Will, who stood nearby, his expression a mix of surprise and bemusement.

“W-w-what?” Will's voice faltered as all eyes turned towards him, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being the sudden center of attention. He shifted nervously, unsure of how to respond to the unexpected revelation.

Scarlet's mischievous smile widened as she observed his reaction, a playful twinkle dancing in her eyes. "It seems your presence really was a gift," she remarked, her tone teasing and ominous.

The other dancers exchanged knowing glances, their lips quirking into amused smiles as they contemplated the implications of the note. Will felt a knot of apprehension form in his stomach as he realized he was the subject of their curiosity.

"Shall we put him to the test, girls?" Scarlet asked, her voice laced with teasing anticipation.

With a collective giggle, the dancers closed in around Will, their playful energy contagious as they prepared to indulge in the unexpected twist of fate. Will could feel his heart racing with a mix of fear and anxiety, unsure of what lay ahead but willing to embrace the adventure.

Will instinctively turned towards the door, his hand reaching out to grasp the handle. However, as he tried to open it, he realized with a sinking feeling that it was locked tight. A sense of unease washed over him as he rattled the doorknob, hoping in vain that it would budge. But no matter how hard he tried, the door remained firmly shut, sealing him inside the dressing room with Scarlet and her dancers.

Scarlet's playful smirk only widened at his discovery, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Looks like you're stuck with us for a while, Will," she teased, her tone ripe with mischief.

As the dancers closed in around him, their playful energy turning more mischievous, Will's heart raced with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Before he could react, their hands were on him, gently but firmly guiding him to the ground.

With a collective giggle, they began to forcefully remove his clothing, their movements deft and quick. Will squirmed under their touch, a blush creeping across his cheeks as he found himself the center of their attention.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Will protested, trying to fight the dancers off.

First came off his shirt, being thrown forcefully to the other side of the room. Secondly Belle sat on top of his legs and removed his shoes and socks. He tried to sit up but he was pinned to the floor once again by Raven. Will felt the cool air hit his bare feet as the socks were swiftly discarded. Finally, with a mischievous grin, the dancers turned their attention to his pants, their hands moving swiftly to undo the buttons and zippers. Leaving him clad only in his underwear, the dancers both creeped their fingers under the elastic and pulled them down, revealing his manhood to their tickle hungry gazes.

Will turned tomato red, as they stared at his cock. The dancers grabbed his hands and lifted him up. Desperately, Will tried to buck and squirm his way out of their grasp, his muscles straining with exertion as he fought against their playful advances. But despite his efforts, he found himself powerless to escape their determined hold.

With a sense of inevitability, Will was dragged towards a nearby table, his body laid out upon it with gentle yet insistent force. As he lay there, exposed and vulnerable, he couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited whatever ticklish antics the dancers had in store for him.

Will tried to wiggle away from the table, alas he was being held by his ankles and wrists against it. Scarlet giggled to herself as she strolled over to the coat rack, her massive lavender fur stole swaying from side to side along her steps, and fetching 4 fluffy feather boas. "These should do nicely," she purred, letting the soft feathers trail through her fingers.

With a nod from Scarlet, the dancers began their work. Will felt the gentle caress of the feathers against his skin as they used the boas to tie his wrists and ankles to the table legs. The feathers were soft, teasing him with what was to come. His wrists were bound first, the fabric snug but not painful, and then his ankles, leaving him spread out and completely vulnerable.

"Comfortable?" Scarlet teased, leaning over him with a grin that promised mischief. Will’s lips trembled in response, unable to respond to the red haired beauty.

"Now, let's see what lovely Elise has provided for us, shall we?" Scarlet purred, her fingers delicately tracing the edge of the box. With a flick of her wrist, lifted the lid, revealing the contents within.

The dancers purred in delight as Scarlet lifted the lid, revealing an array of tantalizing tickling tools nestled within plush velvet lining. Feathers of every color, massive feather dusters and other ticklish contraptions lay waiting, each promising to elicit the most helpless laughter from their captive guest.

Scarlet's fingers danced over the contents of the box until she found the perfect instrument for tickling: a luxuriously soft, oversized powder puff. Its fluffy texture promised to elicit delightful sensations as it traveled across Will's skin.

Belle, with a playful twirl, selected a large feather fan adorned with golden accents, its delicate feathers shimmering in the dim light of the room. She admired it with a satisfied smile, the anticipation of the evening's festivities evident in her sparkling eyes.

Meanwhile, Raven's slender fingers delicately plucked out two massive ostrich feathers from the box, their long, wispy plumes dancing in the air as she examined them with a delighted smile. She twirled them between her fingers, testing their weight and flexibility, eager to unleash their ticklish potential upon Will's helpless form.

"Who's ready to make our dear Will laugh?" she teased, her voice laced with anticipation. The dancers chuckled in response, their fingers itching to unleash the ticklish torment that awaited their captive guest.

As the devious dancers settled around Will, anticipation crackled in the air like static before a storm. Scarlet stood above him, wielding the luxuriously soft powder puff, her fingers tingling with excitement as she prepared to torment his upper body. Raven positioned herself at his side, her ostrich feathers poised to dance along his midsection, while Belle took her place at his feet, her golden-accented fan ready to send him into fits of laughter.

With a shared glance and a silent understanding, the dancers prepared to unleash their ticklish assault upon poor Will. In unison, their tickly tools descended upon him, each movement calculated to elicit the most delightful reactions.

Will’s giggles were instantaneous as he felt thousands of fluffy fibers caressing his vulnerable skin. Belle’s feather fan flicked and fluttered under his ticklish toes, up and down his soles and around his arches, as her left hand skittered along his left foot. Raven’s feathers hovered slowly over to his sides as their long strands began to trail along his anticipating flesh on each side. Scarlet's powder puff swirled and danced across his arms, leaving a trail of ticklish delight in its wake as she spidered inside and around his armpits with her left hand’s fingers.

Will’s body twitched as his nerves were overwhelmed by ticklish tingles. Every feather, every soft touch seemed to ignite a cascade of laughter and sensation, sending waves of delightful torment coursing through his veins. His muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession, unable to resist the ticklish assault on his senses.

“Tickle tickle tickle,” Raven teased as she stared Will directly in his eyes with a hunter’s gaze, leaning over and dragging her feathers all the way from his shoulders to his waist in a long, slow and ticklish trail, making sure Will experienced the full tickle of both feathers thoroughly.

“That’s right, Will. Tickle tickle tickle,” Scarlet chimed in, whispering closely in his ear as she spidered her fingers on his neck, making him scrunch it. She brushed her powder puff very slowly along Will’s extremely sensitive underarms. From his wrist, to his elbow crevice and elbow and back up the other arm.

Will bucked and thrashed in his restraints. Although light, the boas held him firmly in place and prevented him from moving too much. Even his fluffy binds were tickle tools in and of themselves. Wriggling and squirming caused the soft feathers of the boas to caress and tickle his wrists and ankles as he moved.

"Does it tickle?" Belle asked out teasingly, her voice a melodic echo in the room as she leaned over his feet with the grace of a dancer. With delicate precision, she traced the edges of his soles with the soft feathers of her fan, eliciting bursts of laughter with every playful stroke.

Will's laughter erupted in a crescendo of uncontrollable mirth, his voice rising above the playful taunts and teasing of his captors. "SHAHAHAHAHAT UP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he cried out, his words punctuated by fits of laughter that shook his entire body.

"Girls, I think the tickle talk and teasing are getting to our ticklish guest here," Scarlet claimed with a playful smirk, her voice filled with mock concern as she glanced down at Will, who was still caught in the throes of laughter. "But don't worry, Will," she added with a wink, "we're just getting started."

Knowing his tickle torment was far from over, Will banged his head against the table, his mouth wide open letting ticklish laughter loose and echoing throughout the room.Each thud against the polished wood seemed to punctuate his helpless giggles, a rhythmic accompaniment to the playful symphony of ticklish delight that surrounded him.

Scarlet took her left hand and gently pressed Will’s head back against the table. “Now, now. We don’t want you hurting yourself, ticklish Will,” she said, her voice soft as she leaned in closer. With a playful twirl of her wrist, she took her powder puff and began to tease his ears and face with it, the soft, fluffy bristles eliciting fresh peals of laughter from him. The ticklish sensations danced across his skin, sending shivers of delight down his spine as he squirmed beneath her gentle touch.

Belle closed her feather fan for a more concentrated point of fluff. She switched feet and trailed the precise point ticklishness under Will’s left toes, eliciting high pitched squeals from the ticklish gift giver. “Only we decide what sensations you feel. No pain, only tickles,” Belle dictated, her voice firm yet playful as she asserted their control over the ticklish torment. Will could do nothing but laugh helplessly, his senses overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of ticklish delight.

As Will’s face was being teased with the powder puff, Raven set her feathers aside for a moment. With a purposeful stride, she walked over to the box and picked up a blue motorized duster, her monstrous ostrich feather boa and tails swinging with each step. Its sleek design and gentle hum promised to deliver a new level of ticklish sensation to their captive guest.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Raven returned to Will's side, the motorized duster held firmly in her grasp. She paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation that hung in the air, before activating the device with a soft click.

The duster sprang to life, its bristles vibrating with energy as Raven brought it closer to Will's exposed skin. Will couldn’t really see it properly, with the puff blocking his vision. All he saw was flashes of blue and heard a soft whirring noise. With a playful smirk, Raven began to trace delicate patterns along his belly and chest, the gentle buzz of the duster sending shivers of ticklishness coursing through his nerves.

Will's cheeks began to redden, the strain of the intense, non-stop laughter starting to take its toll. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAHAHAHAT IS THAHAHAHAHAHAT? STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" he pleaded between fits of laughter, his voice hoarse from the relentless giggles and unable to see Raven.

Raven, her voice playful and teasing, leaned in close to him. "Oh, darling, that's just a little something to keep the fun going," she replied, her words punctuated by a mischievous giggle. "It's a motorized duster. Isn't it so lovely and ticklish?"

“PUT IT AWAY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Will exclaimed, his laughter reaching new heights of intensity as he begged for mercy from the relentless tickling.

With a mischievous grin, Raven playfully continued to wield the motorized duster, its gentle vibrations sending fresh waves of ticklish delight coursing through Will's already sensitized body. Despite his protests, the ticklish torment showed no signs of abating, much to the amusement of Scarlet, Belle and Raven.

With a gleam of mischief in her eyes, Belle opened up her fan once again, its feathers shimmering in the soft light of the room. She directed her attention to Will's exposed legs, her delicate touch sending shivers down his spine. With precise movements, Belle began to trail the feathers of her fan along the sensitive skin of Will's legs, eliciting fresh peals of laughter from him. Each gentle stroke sent ticklish tingles through his legs upwards. The tingles flowed past his crotch, making his manhood twitch slightly.

The combined sensations of Belle's feather fan and Raven's motorized duster created a whirlwind of ticklish torment, overwhelming Will's senses and leaving him breathless with laughter. Despite his protests and pleas for mercy, there was no escaping the playful assault on his ticklish senses.

“Elise should send us ticklish boys like you more often,” Belle said, trailing the fan in Will’s inner thighs. Will's laughter bubbled uncontrollably as Belle's teasing touch sent ticklish sensations racing through his inner thighs. He squirmed helplessly against his restraints, unable to escape the playful assault on his sensitive skin. His cock slowly grew in size, fueled by the cool breezes of air and ticklish teasing of the fan in his thighs.

Scarlet and Raven exchanged amused glances, their laughter mingling with Belle's playful taunts. With mischievous grins, they continued to tickle and tease poor Will, their fluffy tickle tools driving him to new heights of ticklish delight.

As Raven took notice of Will's growing erection, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. With a teasing smirk, she moved the spinning duster over Will’s balls, causing him to buck and jolt in response to the unexpected sensation.

“You beg so much, yet you seem to be really liking us tickling you, Will,” Raven teased, her voice a playful taunt as she observed his reactions with amusement. Will's cheeks flushed even deeper with embarrassment, his laughter mixing with a hint of nervous excitement at the intimate ticklish touch.

Despite his attempts to protest or plead for mercy, there was no denying the undeniable arousal that coursed through him as the ticklish torment continued. In this moment of playful abandon, surrounded by laughter and teasing, Will couldn't help but surrender to the hellish blend of ticklish pleasure and desire that enveloped him.

"Tickling turns you on…" Scarlet whispered with a knowing smile, her voice laced with a sultry teasing tone as she observed Will's flushed cheeks and heightened arousal. "You like having fluffy feathers caress and explore your ticklish body. You love the tingle… the tickle…the tease.”

Will's cheeks burned even hotter at Scarlet's bold words, his body trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Each ticklish sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, heightening his arousal with every gentle touch.

With a playful grin, Scarlet leaned in closer to him, her voice a sultry whisper in his ear. "Do you like when we whisper ticklish nothings in your ear?" she teased, her breath warm against his skin as she awaited his response.

Will couldn’t answer. He was too busy cackling and bucking against the ticklish torment ministered by Raven’s spinning duster and Belle’s dreaded fan. He couldn’t deny the fact, however, that the teasing and tickling was making him incredibly aroused and charged with ticklish ecstacy.

Throwing the powder puff away with a playful flick of her wrist, Scarlet beckoned Raven closer. With a shared glance and a mischievous grin, Raven discarded the duster, its gentle hum fading into the background as they focused their attention solely on Will.

Taking hold of her huge fur stole, Scarlet began stroking it delicately along Will’s sides and ribs. The soft, luxurious fur trailed lightly over his sensitive skin, eliciting shivers of ticklish pleasure from him. With each gentle stroke, Scarlet teased and tantalized, her touch sending waves of delightful sensation coursing through his body.

Mimicking the movements of Scarlet, Raven adjusted and took hold of her giant boa, setting it on her shoulders. With a playful grin, she trailed the soft feathers along Will’s sides and ribs, mirroring Scarlet's teasing gestures with a mischievous flair of her own. The mixture of the feathers of the giant boa and the soft fur of the stole trailed lightly over Will’s sensitive skin, eliciting the message of “tickle” racing through his nerves.

Leaning in close, Scarlet and Raven whispered ticklish teases in Will's ear, their words a sultry symphony of mischief and desire. Each whispered promise sent shivers of anticipation coursing through him, heightening his arousal with every tantalizing word. Taking turns they, they whispered:

“Surrender to the tickle.” Raven purred, her voice dripping with playful seduction as she watched Will squirm beneath her touch.

“Do you like my fur stole teasing you?” Scarlet whispered, her breath warm against Will's ear as she trailed the soft fur along his skin.

“Does my boa tickle you?” Raven teased, her voice a sultry whisper as she mirrored Scarlet's gestures, her feathers dancing lightly over Will's sensitized flesh.

“Tickle tickle tickle…” Scarlet tickle talked, her words a playful taunt as she continued to stroke the fur stole along his sides and ribs.

"Oh God it tickles…" Raven tantalized, her voice a sultry whisper as she watched Will squirm beneath her touch. With a playful grin, she continued to trail the feathers of her boa on him.

"You love being tickled..." Scarlet whispered with a knowing smile, her voice a sultry tease as she watched Will's reactions with amusement.

"Bound and vulnerable to our ticklish touch…" Raven murmured, as she watched Will squirm helplessly against his restraints. Her words sent shivers of anticipation coursing through him, heightening his arousal with every tantalizing syllable.

Will's perception of reality could be described with one word: tickle. Every sensation, every thought, every moment was colored by the delightful, tantalizing, and overwhelming experience of ticklish torture. From the soft caress of feathers to the teasing whispers of his captors, tickle was not just a sensation but a vibrant, all-encompassing world in which he found himself completely immersed.

Raven rose from her position and walked over to the box, her movements graceful and purposeful as she retrieved something from within. Meanwhile, Scarlet remained leaning over, her breath warm against Will's ear as she blew gently, sending tingles racing down his spine.

As Raven reached the box, her fingers danced eagerly over its contents as she searched for the next ticklish tool to add to their playful arsenal. With a satisfied smile, she selected a sizable ostrich feather duster, its soft brown feathers sure to tease Will to insanity.

Walking over back to Will, her next tickle target was obvious. Will’s cock twitched and throbbed, practically begging for her ticklish attention. With a mischievous smile, she slowly reached over with the duster, wiggling it as she inched closer and closer to him, teasing Will with the swaying feathers that promised a maddening tickle.

Belle tossed her fan aside, the delicate feathers dancing through the air before settling on the ground. Her mischievous grin widened as she locked eyes with Will, her gaze filled with playful intent. Slowly, she began to stroke her own feather boa up and down in a tantalizing rhythm, the soft feathers yielding lightly to her fingers. Each stroke sent shivers of anticipation coursing through Will as he watched her with bated breath, his heart racing with excitement at the promise of more ticklishness to come.

Scarlet resumed her position above Will's head, her presence casting a playful shadow over him as she prepared to join in the ticklish fun. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned in closer, her fingers tingling with anticipation as she plotted her next move. Not opting for any tool, Scarlet wiggled her fingers in Will's sight, the gesture a clear indication of the ticklish torment that awaited him, slowly lowering them towards his armpits.

With the tickling momentarily ceasing, Will took a deep breath, relief washing over him as he savored the brief respite. However, his moment of reprieve was short-lived, for he could sense the impending return of the tickles, like a storm gathering on the horizon.

With Scarlet's spidering fingers meeting Will’s open armpits, his desperate laughter erupted once more, echoing off the walls of the backstage. Her gloved fingers slid on his skin, smooth as butter, as the satin glided effortlessly over his sensitive flesh. Will thrashed his head from side to side as the tickle attack commenced anew.

Belle leaned over with a playful glint in her eye, her fingers wrapping around her boa as she prepared to join in the ticklish fun. With a teasing grin, she brought the soft feathers of the boa down to Will's right foot, running it between his toes. Licking her lips, she trailed the boa ever so slowly, watching with delight as Will's toes curled and squirmed in response to the ticklish sensation. Not wishing to leave his left foot jealous, she began to tickle his lonely sole with her other hand.

Will watched with ticklish horror as the duster approached his throbbing manhood, his eyes widening with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The playful swaying of the feathers teased his visual senses as he braced himself for the impending ticklish torment.

He felt the tips of the feathers pre-tickling his cock, a tantalizing sensation that sent shivers of ticklish fire conquering his pelvis region. Will couldn't help but squirm slightly in response, his body reacting instinctively to the teasing touch of the feathers.

Will felt wiggling feathers slowly taking over his throbbing sex, the ticklish sensation intensifying with each passing moment. As the feathers continued to dance and tease, he soon found himself completely engulfed in an overwhelming cloud of ticklish teases.

His breath came in short gasps as the feathers tickled every inch of his sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Despite his attempts to hold back, Will couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably, the ticklish sensation overwhelming his senses.

In this moment of ticklish ecstasy, Will surrendered himself completely to the intoxicating blend of pleasure and arousal. His laughter mixing with intense moans as he felt the duster twirling and brushing his jolting, ticklish penis. Belle made sure to run her colossal boa between each of Will’s toes as she skittered her fingers on his soles, up and down his arches and along his insteps. Her boa was like a ticklish snake, slithering and teasing his senses with its soft, feathery touch.

Scarlet continued to tickle Will's armpits with determination, her fingers spidering and exploiting his ticklish armpits as she relished in the delightful sounds of his laughter and moans. With a playful smirk playing on her lips, she couldn't help but tickle talk to him once more, her voice filled with amusement and mischief.

“It tickles, doesn’t it, Will? Me having fun with your armpits? Belle’s boa sliding between your toes? And the ever so soft feather duster fluttering on your helpless cock? You love it. You love it when we tickle you. You love the intense tingling feeling all over. You love laughing and feeling helpless when soft feathers and wiggling fingers expose your weaknesses,” Scarlet flirted, her voice laced with seductive teasing.

Will's laughter filled the air, mingling with desperate pleas as the ticklish sensations overwhelmed him. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OOOOOH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IT TICKLES SO BAD! IT'S TOO MUCH!" he cried out, his voice filled with a mixture of laughter and desperation.

Scarlet chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned over Will, her ample cleavage blocking his vision. The soft fur trim of her outfit tickled his nose as she adjusted her stole, covering his sides entirely. With a playful smirk, she reached over and began to tickle his ribs and stomach, her fingers dancing lightly over his sensitive skin.

As Will wiggled in response to her ticklish assault, the fur stole brushed against his sides, sending shivers of pleasure through him. The fur trim of her gloves also brushed against his skin. The sensation was tantalizing, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience.

Raven smiled to herself when she saw Scarlet blocking his vision. Looking over at Belle, she observed her skillfully running the boa between his toes and brushing the soles of his feet with the tassels, eliciting delightful squirms and giggles from Will. As she watched, an idea began to form in Raven's mischievous mind.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Raven adjusted her boa, draping it across her shoulders like a stole. With careful precision, she took hold of one of the tassels and began to brush it lightly against Will’s balls, her touch feather-light and teasing.

Not being able to see, Will was caught by surprise as the sensation of the tassel brushing against his balls sent a jolt of ticklish delight through him. It felt like Raven had brandished a second duster, the soft feathers teasing and tantalizing his sensitive skin with each gentle stroke.

Will was overwhelmed by fluff, surrounded on all sides by feathers, fur, and ticklish sensations. Scarlet leaned over him, her presence blocking his vision as the soft fur of her stole teased his face. He squirmed beneath her touch, his sides tickled by the gentle brush of the stole.

Meanwhile, the duster and tassel continued to flutter and brush against his aching manhood, sending waves of ticklish pleasure coursing through him. His moans and laughter mingled with gasps of delight as he surrendered to the intoxicating blend of pleasure and arousal.

At the same time, Belle's boa teased his poor vulnerable feet, the soft tassels brushing against his soles and sending shivers of ticklish delight up his spine. His laughter echoed off the walls as he had no choice but to surrender himself to the chaos of tickling, his body quivering with blissful agony.

Will's cock began dripping precum, the stimulation proving too much for him to handle. The soft feathers of the duster became slightly damp as his arousal grew, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. Raven glanced at the damp feathers and with a smirk, she tossed the duster aside.

She drew her boa away and walked over to the box once more. Before she could pick another tool, Belle hollered, her voice filled with excitement as she continued to torment poor Will with her feather boa. "Wait, Raven! Can we switch?" she exclaimed, her eyes alight with mischief as she gestured eagerly toward the box.

Raven's glanced over at Belle. "You want me to get his feet?" she asked, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. Her fingers tingled with excitement at the thought of joining in on the delightful ticklish fun.

"Yes, I want a turn on his cock," Belle declared with a playful smirk.

"Alright," Raven agreed, as she walked over to Will's feet and knelt down beside him. With deliberate care, she removed her gloves, revealing her hands and the sharp, teasing nails that lay beneath.

As she flexed her fingers, a mischievous gleam in Raven's eyes. With a playful smirk, she reached out toward Will's vulnerable feet, her nails poised to deliver a bouquet of ticklish sensations all over.

With care, Raven's nails danced lightly over the sensitive skin of Will's feet, her nails teasing and tantalizing as they trailed along his arches and ticklish spots. Each stroke sent waves of delightful tingles coursing through him, his laughter filling the room as he squirmed beneath her touch.

Belle's eyes scanned the contents of the box before her, her gaze flickering from one item to the next. Her fingers danced lightly over the assortment of ticklish tools until they landed on something that caught her attention. With a delighted grin, she reached out and picked up a pair of fluffy fur mittens, her excitement evident.

With a playful twirl, Belle slipped the mittens onto her hands, reveling in the softness of the fur against her skin as she tested them on her shoulders and legs. The fluffy mittens promised to deliver a fuzzy addition of ticklish fun as she joined in on the torment of poor Will.

Biting her lip, she stared at Will’s needy sex. Gently, she wrapped one of the soft gloves around him, the hairs brushing against his sensitive flesh gently, and began to stroke. It felt lovely in the midst of Raven teasing his feet and Scarlet ravaging his upper body. With her other hand, Belle began stroking and caressing his thighs, the fur teasing the sensitive skin, near his erogenous zone, further heightening his arousal and adding to the sensations that consumed him.

Will's entire body was on fire with tickly sensations, every nerve ending tingling as he squirmed and writhed beneath the teasing touch of Scarlet, Belle and Raven. From the tips of his toes to the crown of his head, he was consumed by a fiery inferno of ticklish ecstasy. Charged with arousal, he was ready to burst in a violent ticklegasm.

Will’s mind was consumed by a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions. Confusion and regret mingled within him, casting a shadow over the overwhelming torture he was experiencing. He couldn't shake the realization that he had been sent to Le Rubis under false pretenses. Not to celebrate, but to be tickle tortured by the dancers at Elise's behest.

As Will's body continued to convulse with ticklish pleasure, his sense of time slipped away, lost in the swirling chaos of sensations that engulfed him. Will found himself adrift in a timeless void, his senses overwhelmed by the tickling of feathered burlesque demons. Surrounded by laughter and desire, he lost all track of how long he had been subjected to the teasing touch of the dancers at Le Rubis, his only focus the relentless pleasure that coursed through his body.

Scarlet straightened up, her demeanor softened slightly as she eased up on her leaning position. “Let go, Will. Stop trying to make sense of it all. Let us tickle you. Let it consume you. Embrace teasing of our furs and feathers. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Your sole purpose is to be tickled, sweetheart. Lose yourself in laughter and pleasure, dear,” Scarlet whispered in his ear, her words a gentle invitation for Will to surrender to the joy of ticklish bliss.

As Scarlet's whispered words washed over him, Will felt a wave of relaxation flood through his body. With a soft sigh, he let go of his resistance, allowing himself to be swept away by the tide of tickling that surrounded him. The weight of his worries and doubts melted away, replaced by a sense of lightness and freedom.

As he surrendered to the sensations, Will's body relaxed completely, his muscles loosening as he allowed himself to be consumed by laughter and pleasure. With each ticklish stroke and caress, he felt himself drifting further and further into a state of blissful abandon, his mind emptying of all thoughts except for the delightful sensations that danced across his skin.

His eyes rolled back in ticklish euphoria. Every fiber of his being was just bursting with tickling… tickling… tickling… He was lost in a sea of laughter, his mind a haze of pleasure as he surrendered completely to the delightful torture.

The gentle yet maddening strokes of Scarlet's fingers on his armpits, the teasing stroking of Belle's fur mittens on his manhood and thighs and the relentless skittering of Raven’s pointy nails on his abused feet all blended into a symphony of ticklish ecstasy. Will's body didn’t even twist, not moving a muscle, not fighting back. He accepted his fate. He let it tickle.

Will’s cock quivered in Belle’s fluffy, furry grip, the soft texture of the fur creating a maddeningly gentle friction that emitted signals of pleasure to his tickle conquered brain. Each stroke of the fur mitten against his sensitive flesh heightened the arousal, blending the sensations of and laughter into an overwhelming crescendo.

Sensing Will was close, Belle turned to Scarlet and nodded. Scarlet, catching the signal, looked over to Raven and gave her a nod as well, signaling their final plan. Every dancer slowly but surely ceased their tickling, leaving Will panting in his fluffy binds.

Scarlet chuckled as she lifted the fur stole off her shoulders and placed it on Will’s shoulders, gently grabbing it and teasing his cheek before walking away. Raven and Belle changed positions and kneeled down next to Will’s ears, each preparing to deliver the final whispers of teasing. Scarlet walked over to the coat rack that stood nearby, her movements fluid and graceful.

She reached for a massive feather boa, even more gigantic than those of Belle and Raven. Similar in its design, luxurious purple feathers shimmered under the soft light, exuding an air of decadence. The tassels were connected by ornate golden ring bangles, twice the size of the others. With a confident smile, Scarlet draped the magnificent boa over her shoulders, the feathers cascading down and enveloping her in a vibrant, ticklish cloud.

Turning back to Will, she strutted over, the boa's feathers swaying with each step, adding an air of playful menace to her approach. The soft rustling of the feathers seemed to echo in the room, a promise of the tickling that awaited him. Will's eyes widened in a mixture of dread and exhilaration as Scarlet's seductive figure loomed closer, her gaze locked onto his with a predatory gleam.

"Now for the grand finale. Just a little more, Will. Let yourself sink into the feathers, into the tickles. You’ve been such a good sport. Enjoy this final moment of ticklish bliss,” Scarlet whispered, her voice both soothing and teasing.

With that, Scarlet lifted the giant purple boa off her shoulders and leaned over his crotch. As she positioned the boa above him, the anticipation in the room heightened, everyone aware that the climax of their ticklish torment was near. Raven and Belle took hold of their tassels and started brushing them against both of Will’s red cheeks.

Raven and Belle leaned closer, their tassels caressing gently. “Feel the tickles, Will,” Raven whispered in his ear, her breath warm and teasing. “Every feather, every touch,” Belle added, her voice a sultry purr.

“Tickle…” they whispered.

Scarlet wrapped the boa on Will’s cock and began to pump slowly. The feathers brushed against his sensitive flesh, their softness a stark contrast to the intense sensations that had bombarded him all night. Each stroke of the boa was deliberate, teasing, and maddeningly light, driving Will to the brink of ecstasy.

“Tickle…”

Stroke…

“Tickle…”

Stroke…

“Tickle…”

Stroke…

Will's breath came in ragged gasps, each exhale interspersed with moans of pleasure. His senses were overwhelmed by the gentle caresses of the tassels on his cheeks and the exquisite ticklish torment of the boa. He felt himself teetering on the edge of release, the relentless teasing pushing him closer and closer.

Scarlet's hands moved with practiced gentleness, her eyes locked on Will's face, savoring every expression of pleasure and desperation. Raven and Belle continued their whispering, their voices a seductive chorus that heightened the intensity of the moment.

“Tickle… let it take over…”

“Tickle… let go, Will…”

“Tickle… surrender to the pleasure…”

With each whisper, each stroke, the tension within Will built to an unbearable height. The soft feathers of the boa, the teasing tassels, and the sultry whispers all combined to create a symphony of sensation that drove him insane.

And then, with one final, deliberate stroke, Scarlet brought him to the peak of ecstasy. Will's body convulsed as he was overwhelmed by a powerful, shuddering release. His moans and giggles mingled in a symphony of pure, unrestrained pleasure as he surrendered completely to the ticklish torment and the exquisite relief that followed.

Tears formed in his eyes as he twitched on the table, his body and nerves overwhelmed by the most blissful ticklegasm. Every fiber of his being seemed to hum with the aftershocks of intense pleasure, the remnants of laughter still bubbling up uncontrollably from deep within him. The sensations lingered, the soft feathers and teasing touches leaving ghostly trails of ticklish delight across his skin.

Will's vision blurred as the tears of release streamed down his cheeks, his chest heaving with the effort of catching his breath. He lay there, utterly spent and trembling, his mind unable to process the sheer intensity of what he had just experienced. The women around him watched with satisfied smiles, their playful eyes gleaming with the knowledge that they had pushed him to his absolute limit and beyond.

Scarlet gently stroked his hair, her fingers brushing away the sweat and tears from his forehead. "You did so well, Will," she murmured softly, her voice filled with a mix of pride and tenderness. "You let go completely, just as we wanted. And you loved every second of it, didn’t you?"

Raven and Belle remained close, their fingers still lightly tracing over his skin, offering him the comforting afterglow of their teasing touch. "We knew you had it in you," Raven whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his frazzled nerves. "You were perfect, Will. The most lovely gift."

#fur stole #women in fur #tickle content #f/m tickling #tickling #burlesque #fox fur #feather boa #feather duster #tickletorture #tickle tickle #tickle scenarios #furfetish #featherfetish

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kurayami-no-ko · 1 year ago

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Translation of Saitou’s story in the new Switch SSL Booklet

Note: This is the third story in the booklet that comes with the Switch Hakuouki SSL special edition. Miki Saburou got mentioned in this story. @kumoriyami-xiuzhen, as promised, this is the translation.

Hajime Saitou

This was the story set in the next semester when the school was still unaware about Yukimura Chizuru and Saitou Hajime becoming a couple during Valentine Day.

It happened right when spring started, and Chizuru became a second-year student.

She wanted to ease even if it is just a little bit the responsibility of Saitou who is a third year student and about to take the university entrance test if possible, after school, in the science experiment room, she expressed her feelings honestly.

“I am thinking about becoming a discipline committee member. If I can become one, I will be able to help ease the responsibility of Saitou-san even if it just a little bit…”

“Chizuru. At school, you shouldn’t use my name and you also need to call me senpai.”

“Ah…Ok. I want to do it for Saitoi-senpai too…”

“Hn, hm. Is that so? But Yukimura…though I will be saying it once more, I think you shouldn’t do it.”

“Why?”

“In order to protect the rules, a discipline committee member’s responsibility is to check when a student break the rules. Because of that, it is not uncommon for us to be shunned by people.”

“That might be the case but…Kaoru is also doing it.”

“Nagumo…how to put it, he seems to be taking fun in it. It is fine if you think you are not able to do it like that. Furthermore, at our school there is an overwhelming number of male students. Because you are a girl, won’t you find it hard admonish them.”

“It is true, that it can be like that….”

In response to Chizuru who is losing her prior spirit and is becoming slightly dispirited, Saitou gently said.

“I am happy that you feel this way. However, I think that I will probably be fine with my discipline committee member’s responsibility. It is likely that in this school year, because Nagumo will become a discipline committee member, I am certain that he will be the next in line to replace me as head of the discipline committee. If that happen…”

“That, too!”

Chizuru voice interrupted what Saitou was saying.

“I think that if Kaoru become the head of the discipline committee, it will be unfortunate. Do you remember what happened during Valentine day? It is obvious that he abused his power in such a way for his interests!”

“However, from the way he looks, I feel like Nagumo has the qualities of a discipline committee member. He does not other people’s feelings affect him, and he is immoveable, he supervises disciplines by the rules, regardless of the person, which is his quality. That quality of persistently carrying that out is something I value.”

“I also admit that is true but…when it comes to me, Kaoru strays from that.”

“That is true. However, at the school, I am looking hard for some like that. Hijikata sensei is also doing that.”

“However, it is not because of Kaoru that I am bothering Saitou senpai who is in your third year. If I am able to shoulder even just a little bit of your responsibilities so that senpai can give undivided attention to club activities and studying for the university entrance examination…”

Seeing that Chizuru was speaking so worriedly, Saitou smiled slightly and answered.

“I am sorry for making you worried about me to that point. However, you don’t have to go that far and become a disciple committee member. It is because even now, you are helping me like this…. By the way…what Nagumo thinks about us…”

“Of course, because we don’t say anything, he doesn’t know anything about us yet!”

“Is, is that so…If that is the case, it is great…”

Chizuru and Saitou looked at each other’s face and smiled bitterly.

If Kaoru knew about the relationship between the two of them, it was not hard to imagine that something awful was going to happen.

If that happened, Kaoru would go from considering Saitou as a senpai to be respect to an existence that he would want to get rid of so just thinking about what would happen after made them want to avoid it at all costs.

“I think that if he knows, something awful is going to happen. Until Saitou senpai graduates, we had better hide it somehow…But moreover, kendo tournament is near, right? Moreover, I want you to focus so if there is anything that I can help with the management of the kendo club, anything at all, please tell me.”

“…I am always very thankful to you. I thankful that you clean the dojo and wash the training clothes…above all, always mend the underclothes that has been worn out. Because this is my last as I become a third-year student, I want no matter what to leave behind a good result. Because Souji and Heisuke are also with me, we undoubtedly will be able to get far.”

“This year, you will be able to win the tournament, right, hmmm, Itou sensei’s brother also participates…”

“Yeah, Miki Saburou leading Goryoueji high school…”

Goryoueji high school.

This is the rival of the kendo club of Hakuouki Academy and frequently participates in athletic competitions between schools.

Miki Saburou who is a third-year student and the head of the club is the biological younger brother of Kashitarou Itou, the music teacher of Hakuouki Academy.

“This year, Goryouenji High School is strong. It is because Miki as head and Shinohara and Hattori… are equal to a thousand warriors.”

“If it is Saitou senpai…If it is this year third-year students, you can definitely win.”

“Yes, I will do my best.”

“…Yes!”

At Chizuru’s delighted reply, Saitou also nodded in approval and answered.

“Now.. Our talk has unintentionally become very long. So, Yukimura, how about…cleaning up the work of the discipline committee?”

Seeing that Chizuru kept on looking at him, Saitou stopped.

“Uhmmm… Before we start doing club activities, I have a request… Can we call each other like before…?”

“A,ahhh… But… We are still on the campus…”

“But, there are only two of us at the moment… Only for now…”

“Ye, yes… Nobody is here, if only…for now.”

“Chi…chizuru.”

“Yes… Hajime san.”

While these two were gazing at each other and called each other name…

“Saitou senpai, you are at a place like this? I am looking…, why is Chizuru here?”

The person who opened the door and entered was Nagumo Kaoru.

Realizing that two of them were here, Kaoru approached Chizuru with an awfully menacing attitude.

“Ye, yes…Before we come to the kendo club, we have a little…”

“Nagumo. Did you have some business with me?”

“A, ah, Hijikata called you. I came here to tell you about it. So, Chizuru. Even when it is Saitou senpai, you shouldn’t often stay alone with a male student.”

After leaving that remark, Kaoru turned on his heels and left the classroom.

After making sure that his form could no longer be seen, Saitou and Chizuru exchanged looks and said quietly.

“Go ahead to do the club activity. As soon as I am done, I will head there…Chizuru.”

“…Yes, Hajime san!”

After answering, Chizuru hid away her joy and left the classroom.

Saitou, who stayed in that place, started to prepare for cleaning the work of the discipline committee.

…The one year following that, days were likely to continue like this.

However, two of them properly experienced the happiness of being in the same school.

#hakuouki #saitou hajime #yukimura chizuru #miki saburou

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mainstoryarchive · 3 months ago

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Kingdom - 88: Magnificence

Wataru: You sure are wearing a sullen expression, Hokuto-kun!

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Location: Outdoor Stage

Wataru: You sure are wearing a sullen expression, Hokuto-kun!

However, a smile suits you best! A shooting star that shines brightly in the dark and cold reaches of space, in other words a smile!

Which means that a smile is hope, wishes and dreams, it is love!

Wataru: Let's laugh! Let the flower of love bloom in this world of ours! Let's celebrate this rose-colored life we live!

Amazing! Delivering the brilliance of love into the universe today too…☆　It is I, your Hibiki Wataru!

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Hokuto: Geh… He appeared, that masked freak.

Makoto: Huh? Hidaka-kun, do you know that super flashy person?

Hokuto: Yes. Although, if it were possible, I don't want people to think I know him, or rather, I don't want him to be involved with my life in any way, shape or form…

However regrettable it is, he is the president of our theater club.

That's right, that freak is also one of the members of the president's unit, fine…

If I had complied with the recruitment just now and transferred into fine, he would be one of my teammates. I absolutely don't want that, I'd hate that from the bottom of my heart.

Wataru: I can hear you Hokuto-kun! I can hear your voice, I can feel it! It resounds in my soul…☆

Watch us from over there, watch our magnificent performance!

I will sing for you, I will let my limitless love resound far and wide! Amazing…☆

Tori: Heeeey~ Don't just decide to start all by yourself, Hibiki-senpai!

We're not done with preparations yet! It's way too unreasonable to have an impromptu performance after not having been doing lives for a while!

Jeez… prez…

Even though we could settle this easily with just student council members… Just why did he make that uncontrollable freak Hibiki-senpai a member of fine?

Yuzuru: Hibiki-sama is very skillful after all.

If we're just talking about his skills as an individual I would say he ranks about the same as the president-sama.

He excels in the field he specializes in more than anyone else. He is a person so remarkable that he is counted as one of the three oddballs.

Tori: The three oddballs, huh… That person from UNDEAD which just displayed that lukewarm performance is also part of it, right?

With only such an amount of skill I'd say it's hard to rank them the same as the president.

Yuzuru: It looks like the three oddballs have certain situations in which they can't bring out their real skill due to their unique disposition.

He aimed for that situation and launched an offensive and so rendered the oddball Sakuma Rei powerless… So rather than saying they are weak, we should be praising the president-sama's keen insight.

And only the president, who is able to perform such impressive tricks, is also able to use Hibiki Wataru at the same time.

And that is why he is listed as one of our allies.

Tori: You sure are annoying, chattering away like that. In other words, you're just saying that the president is a great person, right? I know ♪

Eichi: Please don't praise me too much, even I would get embarrassed if you say that much.

Although I am happy that you value me highly.

I have to prove that the title of top idol isn't just for show and that I have completely recovered.

Especially to my cute juniors who have come to watch us ♪

Hokuto: (It looks like he's conscious of us. He went out of his way to invite us here, but I don't think his true aim is just to show us Sakuma-senpai and the others' public execution.)

(Why don't you go ahead and show us what the top idol can do then.)

(Still… Just their presence is overwhelming… What a sparkling group of people!)

(They sure are flashy… no, I suppose it would be more accurate to call them magnificent. Just by having fine come on stage, everything seems to have become more bright.)

(This is fine… This is Yumenosaki's strongest unit.)

Eichi: Wataru, Yuzuru, Tori… For the time being, I would like to start our performance.

We'll start by warming up. Your skills haven't dulled, have they?

Tori: Of course they haven't! I'm in my growth period~☆

Yuzuru: President-sama, while you were away Bocchama has been seriously practicing ♪

Wataru: If you hold any doubt about my skills you can exile me from fine anytime!

Let me prove it not with words but with actions- the thing called the power of love, that is…☆

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sixbucks · 2 years ago

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Lemme see all my AARPeeps!

This list is floating around on the social medias. I can’t speak to each of these discounts, but some of them are legit.

Not all these are AARP discounts but are available to anyone over 65, 60, 55, or even 50.

I know there are at least 3 tumblrs who fall into this category, because I am one of them.

Embrace your seniority and go get that discount!

Dunkin Donuts gives free coffee to people over 55 .

If you're paying for a cup every day, you might want to start getting it for FREE.

YOU must ASK for your discount !

RESTAURANTS:

Applebee's: 15% off with Golden Apple Card (60+)

Arby's: 10% off ( 55 +)

Ben & Jerry's: 10% off (60+)

Bennigan's: discount varies by location (60+)

Bob's Big Boy: discount varies by location (60+)

Boston Market: 10% off (65+)

Burger King: 10% off (60+)

Chick-Fil-A: 10% off or free small drink or coffee ( 55+)

Chili's: 10% off ( 55+)

CiCi's Pizza: 10% off (60+)

Denny's: 10% off, 20% off for AARP members ( 55 +)

Dunkin' Donuts: 10% off or free coffee ( 55+)

Einstein's Bagels: 10% off baker's dozen of bagels (60+)

Fuddrucker's: 10% off any senior platter ( 55+)

Gatti's Pizza: 10% off (60+)

Golden Corral: 10% off (60+)

Hardee's: $0.33 beverages everyday (65+)

IHOP: 10% off ( 55+)

Jack in the Box: up to 20% off ( 55+)

KFC: free small drink with any meal ( 55+)

Krispy Kreme: 10% off ( 50+)

Long John Silver's: various discounts at locations ( 55+)

McDonald's: discounts on coffee everyday ( 55+)

Mrs. Fields: 10% off at participating locations (60+)

Shoney's: 10% off

Sonic: 10% off or free beverage (60+)

Steak 'n Shake: 10% off every Monday & Tuesday ( 50+)

Subway: 10% off (60+)

Sweet Tomatoes: 10% off (62+)

Taco Bell : 5% off; free beverages for seniors (65+)

TCBY: 10% off ( 55+)

Tea Room Cafe: 10% off ( 50+)

Village Inn: 10% off (60+)

Waffle House: 10% off every Monday (60+)

Wendy's: 10% off ( 55 +)

Whataburger: 10% off (62+)

White Castle: 10% off (62+) This is for me ... if I ever see one again.

RETAIL & APPAREL :

Banana Republic: 30% off ( 50 +)

Bealls: 20% off first Tuesday of each month ( 50 +)

Belk's: 15% off first Tuesday of every month ( 55 +)

Big Lots: 30% off

Bon-Ton Department Stores: 15% off on senior discount days ( 55 +)

C.J. Banks: 10% off every Wednesday (50+)

Clarks : 10% off (62+)

Dress Barn: 20% off ( 55+)

Goodwill: 10% off one day a week (date varies by location)

Hallmark: 10% off one day a week (date varies by location)

Kmart: 40% off (Wednesdays only) ( 50+)

Kohl's: 15% off (60+)Modell's Sporting Goods: 30% off

Rite Aid: 10% off on Tuesdays & 10% off prescriptions

Ross Stores: 10% off every Tuesday ( 55+)

The Salvation Army Thrift Stores: up to 50% off ( 55+)

Stein Mart: 20% off red dot/clearance items first Monday of every month ( 55 +)

GROCERY :

Albertson's: 10% off first Wednesday of each month ( 55 +)

American Discount Stores: 10% off every Monday ( 50 +)

Compare Foods Supermarket: 10% off every Wednesday (60+)

DeCicco Family Markets: 5% off every Wednesday (60+)

Food Lion: 60% off every Monday (60+)

Fry's Supermarket: free Fry's VIP Club Membership & 10% off every Monday ( 55 +)

Great Valu Food Store: 5% off every Tuesday (60+)

Gristedes Supermarket: 10% off every Tuesday (60+)

Harris Teeter: 5% off every Tuesday (60+)

Hy-Vee: 5% off one day a week (date varies by location)

Kroger: 10% off (date varies by location)

Morton Williams Supermarket: 5% off every Tuesday (60+)

The Plant Shed: 10% off every Tuesday ( 50 +)

Publix: 15% off every Wednesday ( 55 +)

Rogers Marketplace: 5% off every Thursday (60+)

Uncle Guiseppe's Marketplace: 15% off (62+)

TRAVEL :

Airlines:

Alaska Airlines: 50% off (65+)

American Airlines: various discounts for 50% off non-peak periods (Tuesdays - Thursdays) (62+)and up (call before booking for discount)

Continental Airlines: no initiation fee for Continental Presidents Club & special fares for select destinations

Southwest Airlines: various discounts for ages 65 and up (call before booking for discount)

United Airlines: various discounts for ages 65 and up (call before booking for discount)

U.S. Airways: various discounts for ages 65 and up (call before booking for discount)

Rail:

Amtrak: 15% off (62+)

Bus:

Greyhound: 15% off (62+)

Trailways Transportation System: various discounts for ages 50+

Car Rental:

Alamo Car Rental: up to 25% off for AARP members

Avis: up to 25% off for AARP members

Budget Rental Cars: 40% off; up to 50% off for AARP members ( 50+)

Dollar Rent-A-Car: 10% off ( 50+) Enterprise Rent-A-Car: 5% off for AARP members Hertz: up to 25% off for AARP members

National Rent-A-Car: up to 30% off for AARP members

Overnight Accommodations:

Holiday Inn: 20-40% off depending on location (62+)

Best Western: 40% off (55+)

Cambria Suites: 20%-30% off (60+)

Waldorf Astoria - NYC $5,000 off nightly rate for Presidential Suite (55 +)

Clarion Motels: 20%-30% off (60+)

Comfort Inn: 20%-30% off (60+)

Comfort Suites: 20%-30% off (60+)

Econo Lodge: 40% off (60+)

Hampton Inns & Suites: 40% off when booked 72 hours in advance

Hyatt Hotels: 25%-50% off (62+)

InterContinental Hotels Group: various discounts at all hotels (65+)

Mainstay Suites: 10% off with Mature Traveler's Discount (50+); 20%-30% off (60+)

Marriott Hotels: 25% off (62+)

Motel 6: Stay Free Sunday nights (60+)

Myrtle Beach Resort: 30% off ( 55 +)

Quality Inn: 40%-50% off (60+)

Rodeway Inn: 20%-30% off (60+)

Sleep Inn: 40% off (60+)

ACTIVITIES & ENTERTAINMENT ;:

AMC Theaters: up to 30% off ( 55 +)

Bally Total Fitness: $100 off memberships (62+)

Busch Gardens Tampa, FL: $13 off one-day tickets ( 50 +)

Carmike Cinemas: 35% off (65+)

Cinemark/Century Theaters: up to 35% off

Massage Envy - NYC 20% off all "Happy Endings" (62 +)

U.S. National Parks: $10 lifetime pass; 50% off additional services including camping (62+)

Regal Cinemas: 50% off Ripley's Believe it or Not: @ off one-day ticket ( 55 +)

SeaWorld, Orlando , FL : $3 off one-day tickets ( 50 +)

CELL PHONE DISCOUNTS :

AT&T: Special Senior Nation 200 Plan $19.99/month (65+)

Jitterbug: $10/month cell phone service ( 50 +)

Verizon Wireless: Verizon Nationwide 65 Plus Plan $29.99/month (65+).

MISCELLANEOUS:

Great Clips: $8 off hair cuts (60+)

Supercuts: $8 off haircuts (60+)

Remember YOU must ASK for your discount!

#discounts for grown-ups #senior discount #your reward for not dying #aarp #for the olds

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lookingfornoonat2pm · 1 year ago

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🇮🇱/ 🇵🇸 (Long, and I do mean long post)

A crucial question for analysis of the US response to the situation in Israel/Palestine is actually a pretty simple one: "Why now?"

Why such an outpouring of support for Palestine now, and not 10 years ago, not 20 years ago? What is special about the moment we're in such that the tides of public sentiment have turned so enormously and so suddenly against the Isreali government, among the population of its most powerful supporter?

While sentiments seem to have started to turn in the 1990s, the US response to 9/11, and the launching of the Global War on Terror set the cause of Palestinian liberation back quite significantly. Islamophobia defined American pop culture for nearly a decade. So what happenedb?

There are a host of paranoid answers to this question, and some of them do have real merit. Trumpism and its attendant viciousness mainstreamed some of the most pernicious antisemitism the US has known for some time. The growth in anti-authoritarianism around government failures to handle Covid-19 effectively has also contributed to an environment of paranoia and antisemitism.

"Formal antisemitism", a concept that many on the left are woefully ignorant about, can help explain this. Basically, the idea is that explanations of ruling class behavior that rest on understanding it as "A big club (and you aren't in it)" fundamentally misunderstand capitalism. While there are heirs and royalty and so on, it isn't blood relations or even group affiliation that makes someone a member of the ruling class or not. It is capital and capital alone. If you have it, you are the ruling class. If you don't, you fucken aren't. Formal antisemitism is named so because political efforts to thwart "globalists" and "foreign capital" almost inevitably lead to identifying Jewish people as the "wrong sort of capitalists" (nevermind that Jewish people are mostly workers, like every other ethnic or religious group on Earth). Instead of attacking the structure of ownership of capital itself, formal antisemitism on the left goes for easy, stupid targets, who mostly are regular people. There is a lengthy history of this, but sooner or later, the people fighting "corruption at the top" are soon fighting "Stonemasons" and are then a hair away from calling for killing Jewish people outright.

And it is certainly the case that describing the situation in Israel/Palestine as straightforwardly "colonial" allows radical, idpol-oriented liberals to displace their anxieties about living in a racist country on to a place they can pretend is more "black and white". But there are millions of Jewish Israelis, and no solution to the situation that suggests all these people simply "go back to where they came from" is in any way a serious answer to the question of peace. Antisemitism undoubtedly helps many of these people avoid consideration of this problem, straightforwardly identifying Jewish people as "the wrong sort of whites"--unlike you, nice progressive, radicals (almost universally cultural wasps).

But all of these paranoid explanations for the opposition to Israel do not help make sense of support for Palestinians. If there's one thing I've learned about antisemitism during the War on Terror, it's that it sure as hell doesn't uphold Arabs or Muslims as somehow better.

If on October 8th, people could seriously regurgitate War on Terror propaganda that suggests you can bomb Muslims into adopting western values, then it seems extremely suspect to suggest that those same people suddenly switched sides because of some deeper prejudice against Jewish people.

Another set of paranoid explanations focus on the shifting of power in the region, and more globally. Iran and the US have greater interest in cooling relations that have almost reached hot war in recent years. The US has been cozy with Saudi Arabia for many years, putting the Saudi leadership in a very uncomfortable position with regard to regional sentiment regarding Israel. Perhaps China is using "digital fentanyl" (tiktok) to coordinate with Saudia Arabia to shift attention away from some more complex set of machinations. Maybe Iran and the US are using Palestine to make a more lasting stability possible. Such basically nonsensical, geopolitically contradictory explanations inevitably lead back to formal antisemitism. For who is coordinating a complete reversal of official governmental positions but some secret conspiracy?

What remains after these various paranoid explanations have been dealt with is something very simple: the images.

Faster than ever before, images of death, destruction, and despair can circulate globally. In only a month, I have seen at least dozens, if not scores of images of Palestinians in abject desperation. In a time of information warfare, one would think that if the Israeli state, or even regular Israeli citizens had imagery that could mirror what is coming out of Gaza, it would be everywhere. How do I know? Because the same imagery out of Gaza is circulating on every social media platform.

Arguably images of the police murder of Black Americans was one of the most important and sustaining aspects of the Black Lives Matter movement. Even the visible caskets coming home from Vietnam in the 60s and 70s represented a serious threat to US intervention there.

I would put to those people of serious intellectual intention the question in this way: What if the imagery and reportage coming from international observers in Gaza is real?

Might people be believing the evidence of their eyes?

#israel #palestine #i/p conflict #israel/palestine #antisemitism #formal antisemitism #marxism #global politics #islamophobia #zionism #lookingfornoonat2pm

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teetimesbooking · 3 months ago

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I felt like I had found my calling becoming a teacher. Being able to mold the next generation of students into open-minded people who value each other was an amazing experience. To my knowledge, all of the people in my class respected me despite me being barely 5 years older than them. 18 year olds were smarter than they were given credit for.

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I went back to the front counter, showing the librarian there my Secret Knowledge Society card. Some of us were deemed brilliant and capable of helping humanity’s progression when entering a field such as education or librarian studies. We were given access to secret rooms in libraries across the world containing magic and secret memoirs.

There I found another teacher from my school, Austin Smith. It turns out he was also jilted by a homophobic student who harassed him and members of the GSA club. We collaborated on a plan and found a possession spell, one that would permanently influence the mind of the victim to act as the possessors did in their body. He safely removed my soul from my body, sending it into Colin.

I wasted no time in his body, going back to the secret room where Smith was waiting. I unfortunately wasn’t as magically gifted as him, so I’d need a physical form of his essence. He came into a special vial for me, his body going slack.

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He quickly grabbed his spare key to his room, opening it and pressing a kiss to my lips. We stumbled in, stripping each other naked before he pinned me to the desk and ate my ass like there was no tomorrow. “Nothing is more important than getting another guy off.” He said out loud, mostly to Matthew. “You should do whatever it takes to please men.” I just grinned, rolling my eyes but letting him keep talking.

After some more tongue action he stood up, saying, “Condoms are for losers. Real men go bare.” Before shoving himself right in, earning a happy moan from me. We went at it until the sun was down, our youthful bodies finally spent.

“You know…we do have a three day weekend. I think these boys need an extra long lesson.” He hastily agreed and kissed me again, somehow getting a second wind.

#male body possession #male possession #older to younger #revenge

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sukunasbabymama · 3 years ago

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I think I can.

↳ Pairing. Bonten!Rindou Haitani.

↳ Summary. In where an executive of the most vicious gang helps you with your relationship problems.

↳ Warnings. Fem!reader bc is a messy idea, cursing, violence from violent men ofc, slowburn? I’m not sure but let me know if it’s not to edit the warnings.

↳ Note. Dangerous men not as your scary dog privilege but straight up being your guard sound cute. Also, don’t settle for lame treatments from friends with benefits, my children, because aside from the benefits part, y’all are friends and you’re supposed to respect your friends. <3

One thing people never believe you until they see it is that you know the Haitanis personally, and they straight up call you crazy if you mention that you’re close with the younger one, and like of course, is a little difficult to believe since you don't hang out with him for obvious reasons but still, you just chuckle and go on with your day because you have everything but the time to convince people of your friendship.

The most annoying one of all of them is your… friend with benefits? Sneaky link? Whatever but that man surely can get on your nerves when it comes to your friendship with the Haitani.

“Hey, so you keep saying you’re friends with the man but, is he embarrassed of you or something? Why haven't I seen him in all these months seeing you?” He asks you out of nowhere, in a mocking tone. You chuckle.

“Since we are meeting your friends in one of his clubs, let's hope we can meet him there so you can stop with the mockery, mhm?” You say in a more condescending tone.

And just by that simple comment your night was ruined. You had the hope that since it’s Friday you would go and drink one of the expensive hard liquors that Bonten’s club offers to their VIP member because, yes, even if you don't spend your whole salary in the place, you’re still a high-value member. You smirk at this, maybe you can show your stupid date that he shouldn’t go talking all that nonsense knowing that you don’t lie.

When you arrive at the club your date tells you that his friends are already inside so you nod and take his hand, dragging him weakly to the door.

“What are you doing? We have to wait in the line to-,”

“Ayo, miss Y/N, haven't seen you in a long time!” The bodyguard at the door tells you, you smile at him and kiss his cheek when he leans.

“Hi, hi, You know I enjoy my own apartment a little too much, and he doesn't let me get exposed that much either way,” You laugh with him while your date is just looking between you and the big guy in confusion.

“Don't let me stop you, get in already queen!” He says with a big smile, you bow slightly and get inside with your date, hearing the big man tell the people in line that you don't have to wait to get inside but they do.

You ignore the questions that were being thrown off your way and walk to the bar, smiling at the guy and nodding. When he gives you a small cup with some brown liquor that you know costs half of your salary, you look at your companion.

“Now my night is a little better, where are these friends of yours?” You ask him.

“On the VIP section, they got a great spot for tonight, what was all that? And this? You haven't even paid! “He throws his arms in the air and you shrug. “And it's fucking D’USSÉ, I can't pay for that!”

“Who says you're gonna pay for it? Just keep walking.” You tsk.

When you get to the VIP section on the second floor you greet the friends and the ladies that were with them and sit in silence, swaying at the rhythm of the music in your own little world.

Couple of hours later and you were already on your third cup and bored to an astronomical level.

“Can we dance?” You ask your date, who is already a little tipsy.

“You know I can’t follow you when dancing, Nah.” He laughs and you sigh, looking behind him. You smile.

There he was walking to his special seat like he owns the place, and he does.

He looks to where you are and stops in his tracks, a mischievous smirk on his face that was being returned by you. You stand up and walk to him, throwing your arms around his neck softly and feeling his hands surrounding your waist.

“My God, you’re fucking breathtaking,” He murmurs in your ear and you chuckle. “Good to see you again, doll.”

“Hi, good to see you too, I was hoping you would come today.” You tell him.

“You should’ve told me you were gonna be here, I would’ve come earlier,” He says. “It’s always an experience to party with you.”

“I mean, what can I say? I’m the life of the party,” He laughs and you do too. “Where’s my baby?”

“He’s older than the both of us, stop babying him,” He rolls his eyes. “He’s having fun at one of the VIP rooms. But I’ll text him that you’re here, he’ll probably ditch everybody just to dance that ugly song that y’all like.”

“It’s not ugly, you’re just tasteless—,”

You stop talking, looking at the people dancing on the first floor.

“Doll?” He asks, getting close.

Maybe it is the alcohol or the fact that you asked him earlier if he wanted to dance and he gave you the weakest excuse, but you feel a sting in the chest when you see your companion on the dance floor, not only dancing with one of the girls that supposedly came with his friends but also making out with her. No, it's the humiliation of doing this while he’s out with you when he could simply wait till you’re not in the place. Y’all didn’t have an open arrangement and the both of you were very clear in the do's and don't' of your arrangement.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me,” Rindou moves you softly to make you look him in the eye. “Why is my pretty doll about to cry?”

You lift your hands to clean your face softly, trying not to ruin the little makeup you have on.

“The guy in the red shirt is my partner,” You tell your friend and he nods, covertly looking down till he sees the scene that has you like this. “We are not officials, it’s just kind of humiliating because, God, not thirty minutes ago I was making small conversation with that same lady. I don’t want to look back but probably all his friends are looking at me like I’m so—,”

“Did I tell you how breathtaking you look tonight?” Rindou interrupts you, knowing that you were about to say something foul about yourself. “Every time I see you wearing satin dresses I swear it’s like I’m facing an angel.”

“Rindou.” You smile softly at his words.

Rindou has always been like this; A kind of absent but really reliable friend. Since the day you met him back when you were teens and he was starting to get into the gang world till today, Rindou Haitani has always made sure to let you know that you are above what any man deserves, even himself. And yes, Rindou was honest enough to let you know that he is interested in you but he wouldn’t make any move since he needs you living a peaceful life without all his “fucked up demons”.

“What is it, angel?” He asks and you suck a breath to get yourself together.

“I feel awful.” You confess to him.

“Wanna go home?” You nod at his question. “I’ll take you there, go grab your things.”

In silence you go back to the table and without saying anything you take your purse and walk back to where your friend is waiting for you on the stairs. You hug his arm but when y’all are on the first floor he stops and looks at you.

“Before taking you home, I need to break one of his limbs,” He notifies you in a condescending tone. “And if my calculation is correct, a brawl is about to break in here so, can you please go behind the counter of the bar? I’ll send two guys—,”

“Are you out of your mind?!” You ask him with wide eyes. He sighs.

He takes your hand in his and searches on his back, putting his gun in your hand.

“I’m not gonna do anything crazy,” He tells you, really calm, “I’ll never let you witness that kind of violence.”

“But this one is okay?” You tilt your head and he shrugs.

“You’re used to seeing me and my brother break people’s limbs.” You nod at his words. He has a point.

“Right.” You nod to yourself.

You walk to the place he ordered you moments before and he stays there until he sees two of his security guards at each side of you. He then turns around and walks to the poor excuse of a man that you were currently fucking and grabs the back of his shirt, tugging him so harshly that he falls back. He straddles him and starts to punch him, the area starting to clear really fast.

You watch in silence how Rindou connects punch after punch with a blank face. The friends of your now ex companion run to help him but are met with Ran, who is just coming out of one of the VIP rooms fixing his tie and he doesn’t ask or wait for an explanation, instead of starting to punch the guys that were about to jump his brother.

“It’s human decency to follow the arrangement you have with people,” Rindou tells him, not caring if everybody is now listening to him since the music has stopped, “And more so if it’s my fucking woman, you stupid fuck.”

By the time Rindou is done, the guy’s face is pretty much unrecognizable.

Rindou stands up and looks around, seeing how his brother is on a corner waiting for him, with you. All the other guys were knocked out already.

He walks and motions with his head to the back door to where his car was parked at the back of the building, you follow him in silence and get onto the passenger seat in the same awkward silence.

“See you later, pretty girl. Stop breaking my heart and start coming to the building to have breakfast with me.” Ran says with a big smile, already walking to his car.

Rindou starts the engine and you put your address on your phone and pass it to him. He doesn’t tell you that this is information that he already knows.

When he parks in front of your apartment you sigh tiredly and he takes this opportunity to get out first so he can open the door for you. He helps you get out and takes a step back, motioning you to walk.

“What's up with you?” You ask softly, starting to walk with him behind you.

“I don’t want to stain the pretty dress with blood.” He says and you look down to fight a smile.

Inside, you guide him into your bathroom so he could refresh himself and clean all the damn blood, and he does, and just like the shameless man he is, he then wears the pajamas of the man that he just beat to a pulp not too long ago.

You too, take a shower and get into your more comfy pajamas and go out of the room to look for him in the living room where he is sitting on the couch talking on the phone, he pats his side to motion you to take a seat.

“Yeah, throw them outside of the bar, I’m sure the girls that were with them are gonna call the ambulance,” He is saying when you get comfy on the couch. He places a hand on your thigh distractedly. “Yeah, delete all the footage from the brawl, yes, all of it. Good, good. Yes, ban them from every club that belongs to Bonten or an associate of ours. You got it.”

You look at him deadpan when he ends the call, and he looks at you with a frown.

“What?”

“Don’t you think that’s a lot?” You ask him with a mocking tone.

“For my woman? I think I didn’t even do enough.” He says, his tone neutral.

“Oh, now I’m your woman.” You laugh and he chuckles.

He pulls you and makes you straddle him, his hands on your knees, tapping random tunes.

“You are my woman.” He says as if that is the most obvious thing ever.

“Oh, was I your woman when you said it was better for you to not—,”

“Yes, yes you were.” He interrupts you, confidence all over his demeanor. “You were my woman when I was starting this shit and didn’t have enough power to protect you, and you’re my woman now that I can protect you.”

“And why didn’t you say anything?” You whisper, sliding your hands to the back of his head to distract yourself with the hairs there.

“We both are absent people, the more power I gained the more I moved strings to keep you on the sidelines… Ended up getting used to that, I guess.” He confesses and you hum.

“And what changed?” You whisper with a frown. At this point, you’re desperate to hear everything he has for you, but the headache from the alcohol, music, and chaotic events are killing your head.

He lifts his hands from your knees to your face and softly starts massaging your temples with his thumbs, you hum loudly and let out a relaxed sigh.

“Seeing for myself that no one is going to treat you how you deserve it,” He murmurs, “No one knows how to treat you like the queen you are.”

Your gaze slowly falls to his lips and you wet yours.

“And you know how to do that?” You whisper, distractedly getting close to his face.

“I’m the only one that can do it right.” He whispers back, looking down at your lips and the way you are getting closer. “No.”

“Uh?”

“I’m not gonna kiss you, you’re tipsy. The confession is over,” He says, standing up with you still on him, making you surround his waist with your legs. He kisses the corner of your mouth softly. “Tonight's not the night for a proper confession, baby.”

You rest your head on the interjection of his shoulder and neck. He’s right. You feel physically bad already and not long ago you were watching him beat a man that broke the arrangement you had with him. So you let him take you to your kitchen and search around till he finds painkillers, he walks you to your room with one hand around your small back and the other with a cup of water.

“Here.”

He makes you drink everything and helps you get under the covers, when he gets under them you move until half of your body is on top of him, arm around his neck, leg around his waist, and face hiding in his neck.

“You’re so warm.” You murmur, your voice sounding muffled. He hums.

“You too pretty, c’mon, let’s sleep,” He mumbles, his hand softly patting your knee on top of him, “We have a pending conversation for later when you feel better.”

You hum at his words and shortly after falling asleep at the rhythm of his heartbeat.

The next morning you woke up because of the extreme heat that was coming from Rindou’s body, you groan and try to detach yourself from him but fail since he’s already awake and is not a fan of being away from you.

“Stop fucking moving, what the fuck.” He grunts, hugging you from behind and throwing his leg around your waist, trapping you.

“You’re too fucking warm, get away from me!” You fake cry.

“Oh but last night you were fine with that.” He mocks. He takes the blankets from your body so you can cool off but doesn’t stop hugging you.

You stay in silence when you start to feel less sweaty, closing your eyes since you’re still sleepy and humming at Rindou’s soft touches on your arm.

“I think I can…” He trails off, not knowing how to start the pending conversation he told you y’all have, you try to move but him hiding in your neck makes it difficult.

“You think you can what, baby?” You ask.

“I think I can do it, I can stop the bullshit about you being my girl while keeping you away… I can now be your man.” He mumbles, his voice muffled on your neck. “I can be with you and protect you now, I have the power to keep you safe.”

“I don’t want to keep acting like a lame fucker by saying you’re mine and just seeing you every three weeks or so,” He whispers, and that's when he lets you move till you’re facing him, “I want to call you mine and come home to you, I want you to call me yours and not being scared of the consequences, you—,”

“Mine.” You giggle and he looks at you with confusion. “Rindou Haitani is mine.”

He chuckles softly, of course, he doesn’t need to give you a whole speech, you can see it in his eyes.

He gets back to hide on your neck, just because he can’t get enough of the fact that he’s allowed to touch you now.

“All yours, pretty. All yours.”

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chococrystal · 3 years ago

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She’s been through a lot huh

Anyways, some Nya appreciation over here amirite? (long worded appreciation under the cut haha)

fr I really love her, as a character and her values that she struggled with throughout the series. The value of Identity and Failure is something that was handled very maturely imo, and I esp love that she’s badass without being mean at all. I really like how Nya is just cool just because she's self made and fights her way to the top without that mean personality that’s associated with badass female characters sometimes... (I also see the appeal in cool hardcore girlboss characters haha I have some favs that are like that too, it’s just all I see sometimes like bro... ;-;)

Rewatching recently made me appreciate her even more, ignoring the funky love triangle stuff in s3 ahhahahaha, I liked how she was really mature as a friend at the start of Skybound just outright rejecting Jays feeling so he wouldn’t be lead on. She regularly has her moments in the show, and I love her relationship with everyone on the team (albeit lacking in sibling bonding ahu). I like that she has so much personality beyond being the inventor or “the girl”, she’s hotheaded at times, can be a bit impatient but overall a competent member of the team.

She literally brought herself up by being samurai X, and holds a special attachment to it. Someone on twit pointed out the scene in s7 when she’s packing up the samurai X gear and is legitimately sadden by inheriting her powers. Like you feel bad, along with the fact someone else took up samurai X also proved she can’t even go back to it even if she really wanted to was a huge step for her as a character.

I will always find her dying breath in s6 stuck w/ me,

“It was always a boys club”

like zamn, you’re dying and that’s what you really feel. None of that “girl wants to be a part of the team trope” at all, she wanted to be her own person and it shows.

Which is something viewers kinda feel too? Crisis on what defines us as a person, is it our interests/hobbies (samurai X)? our professions? (water ninja) whether self imposed or forced upon us, what dictates a pass or fail to as a person? We want to be in control of our lives despite everything else is out of our control, we have to learn to not dwell on it and let it drag us down. I think out of most of the characters she’s the only one that is really cared for?? like she gets developed and goes through her arc consistently despite not having a focus season until seabound.

So speaking of HAHA I enjoyed seabound, was super stoked that Nya got a focus season but DAMN! Do I wish(haha) her end quote wasn’t the cookie quote but something similar from Maya and the Three:

“If it’s meant to be, it’s up to me”

bc that was her whole arc, fighting to define herself from what she WANTS to do against what she HAS to do.

The cookie quote just had a layer of being so defeatist about the whole thing when that’s not Nya at all, I really just wished her final tie in as a character was resolving this identity value in her own way and not giving up her everything just because “that’s how the cookie crumbles” like zamn. :(((( It felt like the whole Nyad sacrifice thing was supposed to be a “I chose this” moment, not because she was supposed be like nyad, not because she’s the daughter of maya, not because she’s the water ninja but only because it was her choice in the matter to become Nyad, save ninjago and those she loves over her own future. Would’ve been a perfect call back to skybound too (in EP The Last Resort) when she threw Jay into the travelers tea:

Nya: But if I'm ever gonna have a say in our future, it's me who has to protect you because it's you who has the wish.

Jay: What are you doing?

Nya: I'm speaking up for my future. And it's never felt better... (then the whole save me Jay stuff)

because she’s once again back into that position of having a say in her future, along with saving Jay, but at the cost of what she holds dear since the beginning, her own Identity. And it just so... AAAAAAAAAAA really love Nya man. ;-;-;-;-;

Anyways, this is long now and I don’t want this to turn into a full on rant about seabound HAHA bc i still enjoyed it and teared up at the end too ahu

SO yea, Nya is great and will always have a special place in my heart. I miss her greatly ;w;)b

girl literally gave up her identity for the world guys, that’s real girlboss AHHAHA

#ninjago #lego ninjago #nya smith #there's some seabound spoilers at the end of it #so i'll just tag #seabound spoilers #lmao sorry it's so long at the end HAHAH which is why it's in a read more #anywho #been on a s1-10 thought train recently #And bAHAHAH tell me if these long typing stuff are bothersome on art #i'll sort it out or leave it all on twit maybe #I have a ninjago twt btw: @mangomorro #tho i'm just there to be updated on ninjago news and art HAHAHA #but I am louder there lol #my art

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trina864 · 2 years ago

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Getting It Your Way | Jung Hoseok

**Minors do not read**

Summery: Your best friend, Hoseok, have just released his new album and you couldn’t be more proud. But with a new album comes a listening party where he for the first time invites you. You being a supportive friend couldn’t say no to him, but did he realize that it would be the first time for you to meet the members?

Paring: Idol!Hoseok x f!Reader | F2L

Genre: Romance, Fanfiction. || Smut, fluff, angst. | SLOW BURN.

Word count: 14.6 k. A long one I know...

Warnings: Alcohol consuming, intimidate dancing, slapping, oral F. rec., no condom F. on the pill tho, face riding, switch! Hoseok, sub! reader, public $3x.

‣ A/N: I was inspired by the Bangtan Bomb showing the listening party for Jhopes new album, Jack in the box. I would say that this story is (maybe?) me trying to honor Jhopes new album cause it is really phenomenal. Hope you like the story. (;

“Y/N you have to come! I can’t do this without you!”

“Yes you can! You’ll be fine! You have your members, you don’t need me there beside what am I supposed to do there? drink while staring at you having fun?”

“You could dance with the rest of us, or try and talk to some people, besides you know I wouldn’t just let you sit and do nothing.” Of course you knew that Hoseok wouldn’t, and if you were honest you were only trying to find excuses to not go with him.

You weren’t normally the shy type, communication skills was a basic knowledge for you making it very easy for you to be around strangers and friends, but there was something in you that felt so terrified, so intimidated when thinking about meeting the rest of Hoseoks friends. The people who would be there were either famous like him or just really talented artists which you could only ever dream about becoming.

Hoseok could see the hesitation in you, he could read you like an open book, but he also knew that you would truly love to be there as the atmosphere would be right up your street. Hoseok was like you, good to be around strangers, but there was a calmness and easiness over you which he never could learn. “Come on Y/N! You have never said no to a little party party before, why now?” It was specially that calmness that Hoseok really adorned and needed, cause he himself was more than nervous.

“Because Hoseok, when you normally ask me if I want to party party as you so finely called it, it’s at a random club where no one is famous or really talented people, or not that I know of at least.” You sighed. You knew that he would get his way whatever you did cause that was just how you two worked.

Hoseok always managed to get his way.

You had known Hoseok for years even before BTS. You used to go in the same Primary school as him. One day you had bumped into the little boy who was crying cause he had been bullied by some guy, you had immediately comforted him telling him that he wasn’t all the things the other guy had said he was, and there you two just clicked – Like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly.

Now thinking of your friendship there were just pieces missing. Both of you were too busy to really give each other time and to be frank Hoseok had really changed throughout the years, to the better or worse? You couldn’t tell, you didn’t spend enough time with him anymore to know who he was.

Hoseok tried to give you as much time as possible after he joined BTS, but there would always be long breaks in between him contacting you as he had to focus on work, and if you contacted him he would never answer on anything before hours had passed and you forgot what you wanted to say.

You didn’t blame him, you knew work was tough but damn, It pained you to think back to the times before everything were you two were inseparable... but oh well! Time changes and you two even though still friends had just grown apart from each other.

Either way though, there was no doubt that for the both of you you still valued each other at a high level, and that was also why Hoseok really wanted you there.

“Pleasee Y/N, you really want me to beg?... For old times sake.”

And that little sentence was maybe the only thing he had to say for you to finally change your mind. A look over at his pouty face and you knew you had already lost the battle. “Finee!! Why do you always make me do stuff like this??”

Hoseok let out a heart filled laugh, a laugh you loved dearly.

“So when is it?”

You and Hoseok were currently located at your apartment. It was a nice size and it was a place Hoseok liked to come as it reminded him about life as a non famous. He loved his own place that he had just moved into, but there was something so homely and real about your place that filled him with joy.

Looking over at you Hoseok answered “It’s tomorrow night already. Yoongi won’t be there, but Jimin, Taehyung, Seokjin, Namjoon and Jungkook will.”

Nice...

You felt your own nervousness rise ten times as he named who would be there. Of course you knew all the members names, but funny enough there had never been a time where you were introduced. Again this was because of work, also your own work.

Cause you couldn’t give Hobi all the credits on working hard. You worked at a high school as a teacher in English. It kept the bills and gave you money, but you had two side jobs, one being a writer another being a music artist, Hobi being your biggest fan.

“Sounds fine, is there a dress code or can I choose freely?”

Hobi placed himself on a chair sitting vise versa meaning his stomach against the backrest and his arms resting on top. You swallowed as you saw his figure sit like that, there was just something about it you couldn’t put words to. His clothes too, the way his baggy tee hugged his shoulders almost made him look smaller than he was.

You and Hobi had much of the same style when it came to clothes, baggy was your favorite as it was both comfortable and stylish - in the right combo. But you did too enjoy dresses and more feminine clothes. You always liked to think of your style as; Changing, new thinking and mood depending.

“No dress code, I know you’ll look fabulous anyway, I mean just look at you now!” Hoseok scanned your frame and nodded to himself. A grin found his lips.

You took a look too already knowing what you were wearing. Baggy ripped jeans with a baggy white tee, then a lot of smaller details such as accessoires, a small scarf tied to your pants, and your shoes which were just some random sneakers. It wasn’t much, but you knew how to style clothes so it would look good.

You gave him a smile. You really appreciated when Hoseok complicated you for either your choice of clothes or your music as it was something that he was really good at and something you often found yourself admiring him for.

Both of you were startled when Hoseoks phone suddenly rang up, him answering it quickly. “Mhm... yes of course... Yea I’ll be there.” When he turned off his phone you could already make out what the conversation meant as he send a pouty look your way.

“I have to go do some final touches on tomorrows listening party, but I’ll see you tomorrow, right??”

“Yea, what time is it?” Hoseok smiled as he had successfully changed your mind and would see you again already tomorrow. He knew he would get it his way.

“Well I’ll be there already at 2 pm, but the other guest will come at 8 pm, so you can come earlier if you want to, the other members will be there at 6 pm so they can get make up done and stuff like that.”

You nodded not really knowing yet what you wanted. It was intimidating to think about coming at the same time as everyone else, but it was even worse to think about being alone with the other members backstage so you would probably come at 8 pm, but you weren’t sure. “I’m not quite sure what I’ll do yet, is it okay if I text you later or maybe tomorrow?”

Hoseok stood up from the chair finding his bag and other stuff before going back to you. “Of course, I’ll probably be a little busy so I’ll maybe not answer, but do whatever you feel most comfortable with, everything’s fine for me.”

You too stood up from your couch as Hoseok went out to your entre to find his shoes.

“I’ll be on my way then, see you tomorrow Y/N!”

“Yea, see you Hobi!” And just like that you closed the door and let a sigh leave your lips. Well, now your plans to do self care with a glass of wine tomorrow night was ruined. You loved Hoseok dearly, he was after all your best friend - At least that’s what you tried telling yourself, but sometimes you wanted to curse him to hell for having such an effect on you, he would always get his way with you no matter what.

But you were thankful that he sometimes had that effect, the effect of making you do everything he asked as you couldn’t say no to him, cause it often had given you some of the best moments in your life that you wouldn’t have experienced if it wasn’t for him.

Extroverts and Introverts normally didn’t go well with each other, but for some reason you two really had a good effect on each other. Him as the extrovert and you as the introvert.

The rest of the day was like a blur, watching dramas and eating the rest of the pizza you had ordered yesterday was the only thing you did.

It was Friday meaning you only had morning classes, that was the reason you had decided to invite Hoseok over so he too could take a small break from all his working. It had taken some convincing, but he finally decided to come over for a short while as he also had to convince you to come tomorrow. He needed you to come as he had already told the rest of his friends that he would bring you, it would have been a little embarrassing if you didn’t show up as he had now told the others that you would.

You couldn’t help but think back to the moment you opened the door for Hoseok to come in. It had been nearly 3 months since you last saw each other, though you texted very much, (When Hoseok actually answered you). When you opened the door you saw Hoseok standing there in all his glory, but it was like something had changed. You had a hard time even beginning to understand what it was that made your heart jump a loop because when you looked it was the same Hoseok, maybe a little more trained cause of his dancing, but that was it. But why was it you felt as if something had changed? And did he feel it too?

Saturday morning you woke up to your alarm. It was 10 am when you stood out of bed to make breakfast.

You hadn’t forgotten the promise you gave to your best friend yesterday that you would come to his party. To be honest as you had gotten time to think more about the party you actually felt very excited. Hoseok was right when he thought you would love to be there - you were honored to be invited and you were extremely proud of Hoseok.

The album which you knew Hoseok had spent years on was so extremely good as there was not one song you didn’t like. It was vibey, it was rhythmic and it had a good beat so you knew you would enjoy listening to it on speakers worth more than your apartment. And then it was true, every little word he sang or rapped was written down with attention and love from the bottom of his heart.

And now that you had said yes you were determined on getting a fantastic night out of it. That was how it always ended up. Hoseok would beg you to either party or come somewhere with him and in the end you would always get so hyped up that you were almost competitive in getting a new best night to remember.

After an easy breakfast consisting of cornflakes you brushed your teeth and took a long refreshing shower.

You still didn’t have anything to do before you would have to make yourself ready. So opening your computer you decided to work on some finishing touches on a book you were writing.

It had always been a comfort for you to write, to live another life that couldn’t help but find it’s way to your head writing the life down was a way to cope with your mind: it took some things out of your mind so there were space for other things.

As an overthinker and introvert it was sometimes hard for you to get space to everything which filled your mind. Luckily you were an extroverted introvert, meaning you didn’t have problems with being together with other people or talking to them, you just had to take time for yourself so you could charge.

You had found a balance that you were happy about, and Hoseok was a part of that balance, if you didn’t have him to drag you to events and stuff you would sit alone in your apartment all day long.

As you were writing you suddenly realized you still had to send Hobi a message telling him when you would show up.

You still couldn’t decide though, you almost saw it as rude if you didn’t show up a little earlier as you knew the rest of the members did and Hoseok would surely tell them that he had invited you as well, but at the same time you were so nervous just thinking about being in a room with 5 strangers who were some of the worlds most known stars. You knew Hoseok would be too busy with the preparations to be together with you if you came earlier, so you would have to be there with them alone, but again wouldn’t it be rude of you to not come a little earlier?

You sighed out as you thought about it.

It was actually ridiculous, they were all humans just like Hoseok why were you so nervous to meet them? Hoseok was just as famous as them but there was no problem being with him, it was only work.

Pulling yourself together you decided you would come an hour before the rest of the guests, that would be something you could manage and it would be nice to maybe try and know a few before everyone else came.

Y/N: - Hi Hobi! Just wanted to inform you I’ll be there at 7 pm. Keep up the good work! and take care until I come there. (;

You knew he probably wouldn’t respond as he told you yesterday, but you still wanted to let him know so he wouldn’t have to think more about it.

Seconds became minutes and minutes became hours and before you knew it the clock was already 6 pm.

As you packed your computer away you thought about what to wear. You had some ideas in mind, but you weren’t sure yet. This was really important to you as style and appearance was always the first impression. You wanted to look both stylish and approachable and at the same time try and find a good balance between mature and childish.

You knew there would be dancing too and even if you weren’t the greatest you weren’t one to say no if you had gotten a glass of champagne, so that was something to think about too.

Sighing you tried on the first outfit.

A baby purple tight-sitting dress, it stopped just above your knees. Putting a soft looking black puffer jacket over you let it rest around your shoulders showing off your collarbone.

Looking in the mirror you knew it would look good, paring it with some bigger accessories and either a pair of high sneakers or pair of heels would defiantly do the job, but just wearing it now you knew you wouldn’t be wearing this. It was uncomfortable to wear as the dress kept riding up your thighs, and you feared it would send a signal that you didn’t want to send.

Sighing you took it off again and tried the second outfit.

Taking out your favorite pair of jeans you knew they would do the job. It was a pair of flare high-waisted black jeans. You knew these were both comfortable and if styled right they were also stylish.

Taking a baggy tee which Hoseok had gifted you to your latest birthday you put it on. It was baby blue color and on it were written ‘A normal person live one life, a writer live hundreds’ then there were other prints on it as well, one of a quill, some roses and small stick men.

You loved the shirt dearly as it was a design Hoseok had costumed himself.

You tucked half of it into your pants and let the rest hang freely. Finally you filled your ears with earrings as you had some piercings there. You took a big golden necklace on and filled your fingers with different rings. Taking a pair of black block heels and a soft blue flannel you knew that it would be this look.

Looking at the clock you saw there were still 20 minutes before you would have to go.

Walking to your kitchen you quickly warmed some leftovers and took them to your room. Laying a soft make up you ate while doing that, putting on eyeliner you tried to really make your eyes noticeable and luckily it worked just as it was meant to.

Running to your bathroom as there wasn’t much time left you quickly brushed your teeth once more and tied your hair up in a low ponytail only to secure it with a hairclip.

Putting a spray of perfume on you decided that you were finally ready.

Taking your bag you checked you had everything, you did, and finally you left the apartment.

When you reached the place Hoseok had explained yesterday you were left with your jaw at the floor. It looked pretty normal from the outside, like a normal entrance to a mall, but what was new was the many cameras and paparazzi which had already found the place.

You weren’t quite sure what to do here. You really did not want to be on some article tomorrow morning making rumors. You weren’t famous for your own stuff and nobody knew you were Hoseoks friend as you both had decided to keep it like that, people were way too quick to make assumptions which you didn’t want to be a part of.

Taking your phone out you called Hoseok. You really hated to disturb him as he probably was busy, but you desperately wanted to know if there maybe were a rear entrance.

To your relief he answered quite fast.

- “Y/N I expected you would call, haha.”

“Yea... I’m outside right now, but the whole entrance is filled with paparazzi, is there a rear entrance or something I can use instead?”

- “Damn those paparazzi... Yea uhm there is an alley at the building beside this one, I’ll come get you so you don’t have to walk alone.” You couldn’t help but smile. Hobi forever the protective friend he was, of course he didn’t want you to walk in the dark alley all alone. His protectiveness for you was something that would never change and you were so grateful for that.

“Yea I’ve spotted the alley, I’ll see you in a bit then.”

- “Yea see you.”

Inside the building Hoseok was in the waiting room together with the members as they got their make-up done. They all watched as he talked on the phone with a smile, and of course they knew who he was talking to. Sharing knowing smiles in between them they couldn’t help but let out small laughs.

“Guys, Y/N’s here I’ll just go get her.” Hoseok said as he hung up and put his phone back in his bag.

“Oh is she?” Namjoon said a teasing smile on his face.

Hoseok rolled his eyes as he saw the expression they were all wearing but he couldn’t help the little smile that covered his lips.

“Seriously y’all need to stop doing that, me and Y/N are friends nothing more.”

He had tried so many times to say that: Nothing were going on between you two, but they just never understood. Ever since they first got to hear about the mysterious ‘Y/N’ they send him looks. Now was his time to prove that you two were only friends and he was determined on doing so.

But even now just him picking you up so you didn’t need to walk in a alley alone they saw it as protectiveness, and that was a key to love - in their world at least.

You were standing at the start of the alley waiting till you could see Hoseok stroll up to you as he did so often. It didn’t take long before you saw him.

You frowned as you observed him walking up to you.

He was wearing a pair of baggy ripped jeans, a black under shirt, a normal shirt and over it a very light denim jacket. Of course he was filled up with different accessories as it was some of your both favorite things to style. He had make-up on like yourself, and his hair was all set and ready to go, the black tone in his hair matching his under shirt.

Again your heart flipped with flutter seeing him walk up to you like that. You knew he was effortlessly beautiful and if you didn’t admit that you were stupid, but you couldn’t help but feel bad. As his best friend you shouldn’t feel like this, but you did.

It was clear that both of you had grown since last seeing each other (not counting yesterday).

When Hoseok noticed you standing ever so lovely in your flared jeans and baggy shirt he felt as if all his nervousness was taken from him. It didn’t miss his eye either that it was the shirt he had gifted to you, and seeing you in it made him feel a certain warmth inside that he couldn’t explain.

“Y/N!!!”

“HOBIII!!!”

You both made a little run over to each other with your arms wide open as he embraced you in a tight hug spinning you around.

Both of you laughed as he let you go only to take a hold of your shoulders to look down at you to get a closer look. “You look absolutely gorgeous Y/N.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up and you thanked the galaxy that it was already dark so he couldn’t see that.

“You don’t look too bad yourself Mr. Handsome.” Hoseok let out a laugh as he swang his arm over your shoulder. You were the perfect height for him to do that gesture.

You two then started to make your way down the alley as he took the lead.

“So tell me are you excited?” As always it was you who started the conversation. It was often you who did that as you always had a question or two in your sleve. Normally you used the trick: ask questions so it wont turn awkward, but you knew you truly didn’t need to do that with Hoseok as it would never turn awkward.

In this case you just found yourself curious.

“I guess, I’m mostly nervous though.” He let a little chuckle escape him as he looked down to see your reaction.

You knew it was wrong timing, but seeing him look down at you with those big curious eyes was something you had never appreciated enough, at least before now. You didn’t know why it suddenly was so overwhelming having him look at you like that, but it surely was.

“I understand why you could be nervous, I would too in your shoes, but seriously Hoseok. I know that you will do so well and that’s not just something I’m saying. You have practiced the welcome speech down to perfection, but still in a way that gives everyone a smile on their lips, and the album is so great, seriously it’s my favorite album of all I’ve ever heard! You were born for this: performance and music.”

While you kept babbling on Hoseok heard every word. There was something in him that settled down: the nervousness, but something else fired up, the latter he couldn’t quite put words on, but he was determined to explore what it was.

You noticed the look he was giving you, those eyes, it was like they saw nothing else than you and you couldn’t even begin to explain how that effected you.

At the same time you were somehow afraid. What if you only imagined it as you did with so much else? What if you ruined your friendship? What if Hoseok didn’t even think about you in that way?

And what way was it even you were referring? Attraction? Crushing? Love?

You couldn’t think about it, it was all too much.

“Thank you Y/N. I knew having you here would calm me.” And he meant every single word. Whatever you said there was that calmness to it which was why Hoseok knew he needed you here.

You lips grew into a smile as your heard him say that. You were set on not looking up at him as you could still feel his smiling eyes on you, but who could you trick.

Looking up you smiled just that bit brighter.

“Your welcome Hobi.”

When the two of you walked into the building hand in hand as Hoseok was dragging you around to see how he and the crew had decorated you felt many stares upon the two of you. If it was cause they didn’t often see Hoseok with a girl or it was because you were so pretty to look at no one knew, but it was sure that all of them when seeing the two of you hand in hand had to try and hide their wide smiles. Something they weren’t really good at.

Hoseok of course didn’t notice this so he kept dragging you around being as oblivious to the situation as ever. But he suddenly became very knowing of him holding your hand the moment he took you with him backstage as all the other boys proceeded to walk out and almost collide into the two of you.

Hoseok let go of your hand faster than a mouse sprinting away from an eagle and you were left with a feeling of emptiness in your hand that you eagerly wished to fill again. But you soon forgot it as well when you saw all the gorgeous men all dressed in different style and color look at the two of you with small smiles.

Many things you could be called but innocent and dumb were neither of them. Just looking at the shit-eating smiles on their faces you knew that it was probably already a joke in their group to tease Hoseok for whatever friendship you two shared just because you were from the opposite sex. The worst thing was though you had to hide a smile on your own when you looked over at their knowing smiles and then to Hoseoks red ears.

He knew they had seen what they just saw before almost bumping into you two and there weren’t shit he could do about it.

“Boys, we were just about to go find you. Everyone this is Y/N, my... friend and Y/N this is Seokjin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon and Jimin.” He proceeded to point to each of them as he called their name them finally getting control over their smiles and giving you a wave.

Did Hoseok just hesitate to call you his friend or were your ears starting to hear things there weren’t real? cause holly god, your heart started beating at the thought of him calling you by another title, something which would obviously not happen.

“It’s very nice to finally meet you Y/N, Hoseok has told us so much about you.” Namjoon proceeded to give you another one of those smiles and this time you couldn’t help but laugh.

You could feel Hoseok getting uncomfortable in this situation, how he rolled his eyes and his hands couldn’t seem to find peace anywhere, it was clear as daylight that he was flustered and that was something which set the butterflies in your stomach into a fit.

Seeing Hoseok in a situation you hadn’t seen him in before you couldn’t help but tease him, just a little.

“Well I hope he’s only said good things about me.” This was enough to send the other members flying to giggels. The conversation could take a turn to every way it was just a matter of who opened their mouth first to speak.

“Well of course, our Hoseokii couldn’t say anything bad about you if he so even tried his hardest.” Seokjin continued and this left not just he’s ears red but also the start of his neck.

Had this conversation happened some weeks ago you would have been just as red if not more as Hoseok, but there was something so bold in you, something blunt and straightforward that maybe wished for all the things they were ‘secretly’ referring to be true. You longed for their hidden meanings to be true, and to play along you hoped to both send a signal to the members that you could easily play along on their silly games, but also to give an eye opener to Hoseok, try and make him see what you couldn’t tell him yourself as you were to afraid.

Hoseok sighed before finally cutting in as they were all laughing.

“Right. Boys uhm could you go and maybe help on setting the final drinks, I just need to find my cards to the speech.” All of them stopped laughing still with those stupid smiles.

“Sure thing boss, see you later Y/N.” Taehyung said and all of them went along.

You couldn’t help but let out a joy filled laugh. You had been so scared to meet the members, to see them in person and what for? Because they were celebreties? Yea, but you finally realized they were just as human as you, as Hoseok and that helped you to feel at ease as you followed behind Hoseok to the dressing room where he had all of his stuff.

When you got into the dressing room you couldn’t help but look around. Three tables with mirrors and light around was placed at the left side of the room, clothes hangers were on the right side and at the end of the room was a black leather couch were Hoseok had placed his bag.

You again started of the conversation.

“Your friends seems nice.” The smile on your face was no less of what it had been in the hallway and Hoseok could hear that just in the way you spoke.

“They are, but they can be a pain in the ass.” Hoseok let out a giggle as he found his cards.

“Well they’re your friends, aren’t friends supposed to be just that sometimes?”

Hoseok looked over at you with a small smile. It amazed him how you always had the right words to say, always had something positive in every situation.

“I guess you’re right.”

“When am I not right?” The both of you let out a cheerful laugh.

Hoseok looked down at his cards fumbling around with them before looking up at you again. He had something to say you could see it, but he wasn’t sure how to. Your heart began beating up, the eye contact you two held was the most powerful connection you had ever felt. You wanted him to do something, anything, take step closer to you, ask if your friendship should end, most of all you wnated him to kiss you. Hoseok looked down at the paper again and up at you one more time, the tension was at it’s peak, why didn’t he do anything? He was looking like a nerve wreck, his foot was tapping the ground his hands were shaking and you could see heat form in his ears once again. The tension had never been so high between you two yet there was too much distance in between you.

If he couldn’t you would... But just before you could go up to him and take it further than friends would he finally opened his mouth.

“Uhm, I’m sorry Y/N, but I really have to practice the speech so...” Hoseok looked around scratching the back of his neck while letting out a small chuckle.

“O- oh... Uhm yea, of course... I’ll- I’ll just go and see if the boys need help.” and just like that you left faster than you had ever left him. You had never felt so humiliated before so embarrassed in your whole life and at the same time never in your life had you felt so hurt.

You had been stupid for thinking that there were tension between you two, that he maybe just maybe wanted to go over and kiss you just as much as you wanted him to. You felt uncomfortable and stupid, as if he ever wanted to kiss you...

You took long strides towards the big party hall trying your hardest to forget what happened and try and find the positive perspective, but still tears breamed in the corners of your eyes.

Why was it suddenly like this? How had it happened that you felt hard for Hoseok in the matter of two days? But then you realized something as you hadn’t ever thought about it before now, this hadn’t just happened, it wasn’t just you suddenly finding Hoseok attractive, charming and captivating. This was a long long process for years now. You had fallen for him slowly and very safely, but instead of falling up you soared higher and higher, now that you were conscious about it you were finally falling and if he didn’t catch you, you weren’t sure what would happen to your heart.

All your thoughts were interrupted when you heard an ever so sweet voice yell your name with some concern. “Y/N?... Anything wrong?”

You looked up seeing Jimin stride over to you with that concerning frown on his face. You managed to give him a smile trying you utter hardest at fooling him.

“No nothings wrong, I was just thinking.”

Jimin had been laughing together with Taehyung when he saw you come out from the door leading to the hallway, a frown on your face that he couldn’t mistake, that frown was one of doubt connected with a certain ache.

He had then proceeded to go over to you as the empathic creature he was and ask if anything was wrong.

Hoseok had always told you that Jimin was a person who always seemed to see through people as he was so understanding of other humans, and you knew just by the look on his face that he could see right through you. A thing Hoseok also had told you about Jimin - a thing you just couldn’t help but to think of.

Jimin was an exceptional flirter, and he could fool anyone without them knowing anything.

“Well if it’s not to much to ask could you help me with some of the snacks?” Jimin asked you with a sweet smile.

“Of course.” And a genuine smile found your face again.

Inside the dressing room Hoseok was not less humiliated than you were.

He was walking in quick circles while holding his head tightly feeling like the stupidest human on earth. Of course he had felt the tension and there was a part of him, a very big and dominate part, which wanted to give in to the tension, and just as he decided to go with the flow he screwed it up.

Was it the fear of losing his friend? Or was it just him not really knowing how to approach you in a situation like that? he couldn’t tell, but just by the look on your face and the stammer in your voice he knew he had fvcked up, fvcked up real badly this time.

He had wanted to grab your arm and pull you into his chest, but still something in him couldn’t do it and he hated it. He hated the feeling he had probably caused to you, he could only imagine how you would overthink as you so often did, and how you would end up putting all the blame on your own shoulders.

When it in fact was all his fault.

Even the excuse was so lame, he had already perfected the speech and you knew that.

He let out a sigh as he stopped walking around and proceeded to sit down on the couch. It would be so awkward to face you now.

*Knock Knock*

“Come in!” Hoseok yelled but his eyes couldn’t look at anything but the ground in utter shame.

“What happened to you? You look like you spilled your last sprite all over the floor.” Even the witty comment from Jin couldn’t make Hoseok smile which gave Jin the notice that something was defiantly wrong.

“Jin I fvcked up so bad.”

Jin sat himself down beside Hoseok already having a feeling of what this was about. Hoseok had tried to fool the members so many times that he and you were nothing, but now that he was also trying to fool himself he did nothing but hurt himself.

“What happened hmm? Y/N confessed and you rejected her, or?”

Hoseok let out a scoff. He was still not looking at anything but the ground and Jin was getting softer just looking at him.

Hoseok wasn’t one to pour his heart out, but with the new album he had released it was like a part of him opened up and he wasn’t about to close it again. Which meant relying more on his members when telling them his feelings. True feelings.

“It might as well have been that...” Jin crooked an eyebrow now seeing the hopeless expression on his face tear even deeper.

“There was this- tension between us, and it was clear as daylight that she wanted me to kiss her... and I wanted to, but I just... couldn’t. I said that I had to practice my speech and she got the hint and left. Hyung, just the expression on her face.” Hoseok sighed and shook his head lightly.

Jin couldn’t help the small scoff which Hoseok didn’t really mind, he knew that it was bad and that he shouldn’t have done something like that.

“Hoseokii... You’ll have to bring the topic out one way or the other. Tell her how you feel, be honest, the most important thing is that you don’t let this stay in the dark. You two clearly like each other as more than friends and if you’re brave enough it could turn to something rather beautiful.”

Hoseok looked up at Jin finally. He knew Jin always had a good advice so maybe that was why he trusted him with this.

“Thanks Hyung. You’re right... it’s just difficult.”

“I know... Well, I’ll leave you so you can practice your speech.” Jin stood up and couldn’t help but tease Hoseok who now was feeling slightly better. But Hoseok didn’t take that lightly.

“Aish.” Swinging a pillow he hit Jin with it and both laughed. The two left the dressing room walking through the hallway and out the door to the big party hall. He immediately spotted you talking alone with Jimin both of you laughed and you hit Jimin slightly.

Why were you two suddenly so close? Did something happen?

He would have to talk to you, but looking at the clock he knew there weren’t enough time, the guests would be showing any minute now and Hoseok realized that with the nervousness crawling up his spine.

“Hoseok do you want us to turn on the music now?” A staff member came up to him immediately when he and Jin walked out of the door leading to the hallway, on the door was a sign showing ‘staff members only’.

“Uhm yea, you got the right playlist right?” Jin smiled before leaving Hoseok to his job.

Everything looked stunning. From the small tables standing so people had somewhere to put their drinks, to the strong lights changing color in a comfortable speed.

The bar was filled, welcome drinks were ready and Jhopes new album logo was shining brightly on the wall at the scene showing what it was all about.

You were now standing at the far end of the room together with the rest of the members. All of you were chatting among smaller groups. You, Namjoon and Jungkook was engaged in a conversation, even though Jungkook didn’t say much to you. Jimin and Taehyung talked about some other stuff.

“Y/N, you know what we all work with why don’t you enlighten us and tell us what you work with?” It was Namjoon who asked and even if some of them were talking among themselves they all seemed to genuinely care about the question.

“Well officially I work as a teacher in a high school.” All of them seemed to get surprised hearing that, you weren’t the teacherly type of person and you knew that, so the amused faces didn’t confuse you.

“Wow, high schoolers are lucky these days, when I went to school we had an angry old male teacher, really boring type of person.” Jimin proceeded to say making your cheeks heat up, luckily no one noticed in the strong light.

“You don’t seem like the teacher type of person though, no offense.” Jungkook said, one of the first things he had said to you in this evening. You knew he had gotten a glass of Champagne, just like yourself, so maybe he was starting to open up.

Not that you couldn’t handle that though.

“Non-taken, well I teach English, but in my free time I both write and make music.”

Now that seemed to catch their interest and your nervousness to rise. You knew it was probably the music part which they noticed as they all worked with music themselves, but you couldn’t help but to feel stupid for saying it, you weren’t nearly as good as any of them.

“Music? Wow Hoseok never mentioned that.” Taehyung said making you chuckle awkwardly. You took a big sip of the champagne you were holding knowing you would need it.

“I kind off told him not to tell anyone that I work with music.” You scratched your nape trying to think of a way to get out of the conversation, but you had intrigued them all to know just why you didn’t want anyone to know.

“Why would you not want him to tell anyone? You have such a good connection in Hoseok, he could introduce you to people who could help you become a star on your own.” Taehyung again said and the others nodded.

You sighed defeated.

“Well I don’t want to abuse Hoseoks position as Jhope, and I’m not really confident in my music, it’s not a dream of mine to become a famous producer I just really enjoy to play around with some beats and then maybe sell them to a company.” You shrugged trying to explain your situation. There were many reasons as to why you had made the decision to stay hidden from fame and you weren’t about to explain them all, but you gave them some of your most valid reasons.

They all seemed to understand what you meant which you were grateful for. Smiling you saw Jin make his way over to your big group and you immediately changed the topic.

“Jin hey! Are you excited to meet the guests?” You practically yelled startling the others you took a quick sip as Jin approached you

Just as he was about to answer music started playing it was comfortable not to loud but also not totally in the background. Jin shrugged giving you a ‘Meh’ expression. You had figured that they all would be good at handeling people, but you could clearly see them all being just as nervous as you if not more.

“I’m not very good at talking with strangers.” He gave a short but truthful answer.

“Well you seem to have no problem talking with me.” Your smile was bright and in the light it almost made the guys hearts flutter. They all knew you were off-limit which was fine for them, but you still were a beautiful women and they were men.

“Oh but darling you’re no stranger, Hoseok has already told us to much about you.” You couldn’t help the loud laughter, all the boys returned your smiles. Now onto this again.

“What a tease you are Jimin.” You said knowing exactly what you said. He played along sending a wink your way which the rest of the boys immediately noticed. They wanted to question it, question Jimin especially what he was doing flirting with Hoseoks friend, but non of them said anything.

You smiled slightly before looking away from Jimins stare, but he kept it going only looking at you and not giving a damn about who saw it. Licking his lips to spice it up he combed his hair back. You saw it all from the corner of your eyes and you weren’t the only one.

On the other side of the room Hoseok noticed the looks you and Jimin were giving each other. But he also knew there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, you weren’t his girlfriend, and you had every right to flirt with whoever you wanted to flirt with.

But he soon enough got something else to worry about as the first guests came in. He greeted them with smiles and laughter showing them in and engaging in a conversation with them to try and maybe forget some of the feelings he had stirred up about you. But he found it hard as his eyes insisted in finding you wherever you were.

30 minutes passed and all the guests had by now showed up. There was cheers with champagne glasses, there was loud talking, there were people dancing it was one big vibe all of it, and you loved it.

Though it was very intimidating to be surrounded by all of these people of importance and big identities, to try and talk together with people you had never met before but only seen on interviews and tv, the champagne in your blood had been putting you more at ease. You were anything to nearly being drunk, but the tip of your nervousness had been taken away by the flowing alcohol in your blood. Which you did not complain about.

Right now you were standing together with Jimin and the famous actor and model Kim Young-Kwang, who you were a big fan of as you were a TV lover, everything K-dramas, movies, series you loved it all. You were trying very hard at hiding you fan behavior though, and seeing Youngkwang carelessly laugh at a joke you fired you concluded that you were succeeding.

Jimin too was laughing joyably at your joke. When the laughter died down you quickly took a sip of your champagne as Youngkwang asked you a question that you had expected sooner or later.

“Tell me Y/N, how do you know Jhope?” He seemed to be very interested in the topic as he obviously couldn’t recognize you as a celeb. You smiled before answering.

“He’s my friend, we go back all the way to primary school.” You said with a light smile, but you were confused when you got another of those knowing smiles from Youngkwang, one of those teasing smiles.

“Sure you’re just friends?”

“Yes, why?” You swallowed hard anticipating his reply. Was it really that obvious that you liked him?

“Cause he’s been staring at you for 5 minutes now.” Youngkwang said and as soon as he did you froze. Both him and Jimin got joyful laughs on their faces as they saw your slightly panic stage. Both of them were standing in front of you having a view to behind you and both had noticed that Hoseok hadn’t taken his eyes of you for now 5 minutes. He was standing together with Namjoon and the musician Jinbo, but he wasn’t really engaged in the conversation they were holding as all his focus were on you.

But you were no chicken when it came to Hoseok so turning around you made eye contact with him for a second before he retreated his eyes and fully engaged in the conversation trying to hide himself there.

The laughter died down behind you as both of them saw how he didn’t want to look at you so when you turned around a defeated glint in your eyes they couldn’t help but to both feel empathy for you.

“I guess it’s complicated.”

Youngkwang felt bad for even bringing it up. He didn’t really know you, but just talking to you and also Jimin like this was nice and for once it was easy, no awkward tension or embarrassing moments, just a nice flow. He had been worried to come here like most others had, but finding some easy going people like you and Jimin was what motivated him.

“You know what? Screw him, or not really cause I’m very grateful to be invited and it’s his party, but... you know what I mean. Why don’t we all go meet some people? Then we can get some drinks and we can all partyyy.” You found yourself laughing at how silly Youngkwang sounded in that moment. You had admired him so much from the tv, but seeing him like this not in a character role or in a total formal setting was nice. You weren’t the most formal person either and you always talked comfortable.

It eased you up and it reminded you of Hoseok.

Cause when you looked at him it wasn’t Jhope you saw – it was Hoseok. You had never really thought of him as some famous celebrity even though he was, but more as your friend you relied so much on. Remembering that was also what made you want to come here in the first place, to get to see who all of these famous people was without a spotlight on them.

“That sounds like a great plan actually.” You downed the rest of your champagne after saying that. Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle at your little figure downing that glass.

“Well what are we waiting for then.”

But just as you three were about to go on and find some new friends the music suddenly turned off and all you heard was two ‘ah’ ‘ah’ sounds from the mic.

Turning around to the stage you saw Hoseok standing there in all his glory, mic in hand and light on him, but you immediately noticed his panic as well. Seeing all the signs in his body language, how his hands shook, he couldn’t stand still and his breathing being too fast even for him: It was like he was snapping after air. In that moment of vulnerability you suddenly realized something you hadn’t even given one thought. Hoseok was dripping with anxiety for how this would go.

You felt useless, foolish and most of all selfish in that moment. For the last 50 minutes or so you had only been thinking about your own emotions, your own pride and humiliation, you didn’t spare a thought to Hoseok as he was the one who had caused you the humiliation, but what had you expected from him? That he would jump into a kiss with you when he already had thousands of things on his mind? Were you really that selfish for thinking he would just throw everything he had to be with you? Apparently so...

Looking at him you two got eye contact again, but instead of looking away or with a harsh facial expression you tried your best at giving him an uplifting smile. Hoseok felt his shaking breathe calm down the moment he saw two thumps-up from you and the smile he loved.

And before he even knew it he started his speech. He walked around jumping a little here and there, throwing some jokes and really engaging people. This was what you meant when you said Hoseok was born to perform, he was natural and calming to listen to and not a single soul was not listening.

And when his speech and explanation of what would happen was done everyone clapped and your eyes followed him as he went down from the stage to sit beside Jungkook.

The first track on Jhopes album began and your eyes still lingered on Hoseok as you admired just how much he was focusing on the sound, on everything, the lights analyzing if everything went right.

“I’m really sorry you two, but I have to find Taehyung and talk to him about something, will you be fine Y/N?” Jimin was the one to interrupt your little bewilderment as you turned to him.

Jimin didn’t want to leave you alone with Youngkwang if he saw even the slightest bit of uncertainty in your eyes, but he also knew that you easily could converse with strangers, beside Youngkwang was now an acquaintance who he had an idea could become a good friend to you as both of you seemed to be agreeable people.

So it didn’t surprise him when you shook your head.

“Of course Jimin, you can go look for Taehyung I’ll be fine.”

Jimin then went on and found Taehyung were you saw them start a conversation while the second track started playing. Your eyes shifted for a short while to Hoseok who was still sitting with Jungkook now bobbing their heads in tack to the music.

“So Y/N, you want something to drink?” You looked over at Youngkwang again remembering how much you had admired this man for his acting skills in dramas, how you would sit up to late night and binge-wacth one of his many dramas. It was amazing to see him in person so chill, and he seemed to be even more relaxed in your present as he had someone to talk to. Could you tell him that you were fan of him? Judging from how he seemed right now you could tell him and he would be honored.

“Yea, I could use a drink.” The both of you giggled as you proceeded to walk towards the bar where not many people were as all of them were listening to Jhopes album.

When you reached the bar he immediately asked you what you wanted to drink.

“I’ll take a... paloma.”

“I see we like it refreshing.” An attractive smile covered his face making you just a little flustered.

“Well yea, I don’t really like if my drink has a too bitter taste of pure alcohol. It just puts me off.” Youngkwang understood your reasoning, he himself wasn’t a too big fan of that bitter taste alcohol had.

You took a moment to look around from where you were standing. The bar was slightly higher up so you had a good view of the screen showcasting Hoseoks music videos.

Speaking off you now observed as Jin too sat himself down joining both Hoseok and Jungkook.

“Here’s your drink miss. I hope it taste.” You couldn’t help but laugh as Youngkwang handed you your drink acting as a server he had even found a dishtowel to put over his arm, he gave you a little bow as you took the glass with a chuckle.

“You know I’m actually a big fan of your work.” You said calmly as ever while Youngkwang placed the dishtowel from where he took it.

When he turned to you it was with a smile. You took a sip of your drink when suddenly a new voice came into the conversation startling you. You defiantly knew that voice, but where you had heard it you couldn’t quite place so when you turned around to see the man who had joined you two you were surprised to the core. You felt your cheeks go hot at the beautiful man before you.

Singer and actor Cha Eunwoo was the one to join you two, he went directly over to Youngkwang and gave him some sort of bro-hug you weren’t familiar with. When Youngkwang saw him he immediately responded with a smile very bright.

The two had to be familiar with one another, maybe cause they both had acted before?

“Are you here too?” Youngkwang questioned whereafter Eunwoo frowned looking at him with a questionable face.

“No, that’s why I’m standing in front of you.” His deep voice did startle you just slightly, but you controlled. It took all your self-control to not just scream right there on your spot as some crazy fan. If Youngkwang where a big person to meet for you don’t even begin to talk about Eunwoo. The heartthrob of all heartthrobs were standing just before you smiling and laughing with one of his friends that you had just befriended. The lights in the room wasn’t making it better as he was lighten up in both purple, green red and blue.

Could life get better?

“And who are you pretty?” Eunwoo turned to you intimidating you more than ever. He had that smile on his face that screamed out to you wanting you to scream as well.

“I’m Y/N, Hoseoks friend.” That you could even keep your voice out of pitch was a relief to you, surely it had been the alcohol keeping you down or you would have been running around screaming. Especially with all the nicknames you had been given tonight.

Eunwoo seemed to be surprised by that, he hadn’t seen you talk to Jhope once this evening, the only people he had seen you with was Youngkwang and Jimin. Eunwoo had noticed you the moment he stepped into this place, not that he had been mesmerized by you, but he had found you attractive cause you were a very beautiful women.

He had tried to find a good time to fall into talk with you so when he saw you and Youngkwang who he was friends with go over to the bar he found an opportunity to go talk with you both.

“Well Jhopes a lucky guy to have such a beautiful friend.” Eunwoo had a smile on his face which you could not penetrate, it seemed to be a very flirty smile, but at the same time it had a touch of something you just couldn’t make out. Non the less it did heat up your cheeks which Eunwoo this time noticed and when he did you couldn’t help but smile.

“Tell us Y/N, what do you work with cause I cannot see to understand what you would work with.” Youngkwang was the one to break the silence after the bomb of score line that Eunwoo dropped, which you were thankful for as you couldn’t think of anything to say.

Youngkwang had noticed the flirty tone in his friends voice, but he couldn’t seem to see what you were thinking about it. If you liked it or if it was too much for you. You displayed both emotions and when Youngkwang noticed that you were a little uncomfortable in your body-language he broke the silence and found another topic.

You had never felt this noted before, two really attractive males were standing in front of you both pair of eyes on you. Youngkwang were leaning back a little using the bar as a rest point, but Eunwoo was standing just before you almost shadowing your view of anything else. If you were honest it was all a bit too much. Not cause they were looking at you or giving you compliments, but because your brain simply couldn’t handle anymore. It was already filled to the brim with Hoseok and the incident which happened between the two of you, it didn’t make it better that you knew non of what Hoseoks thoughts about that was.

So honestly your brain as an overthinker just could not take anymore.

Which was why you replied with some tiredness in your voice, luckily the two didn’t notice that.

“Uhm... I work as a teacher in a high school, but in my free time I’m a writer.” It was on purpose you didn’t say anything about music knowing they would ask tons of questions about that.

You really just wanted to go to the bathroom to take a moment, but you didn’t want to seem rude and leave the two there. So when you suddenly heard a newly familiar voice you almost wanted to scream as your brain was too tired, but what the voice said was the thing that kept you calm.

“Hey guys, I’m sorry could I steal Y/N for a moment?” Jimins arm sneaked around your shoulder pulling you closer to him steading your lost balance.

“Yea sure.” Youngkwang was quick to answer, he did notice your demeanor almost crumbling bit by bit.

Both of the men noticed how Jimin talked and placed himself, he was almost aggressive in his way of attending the situation. He send a clear message that they should back off. Eunwoo didn’t understand the fuss, but he did however back off a little and retreat his flirting.

Youngkwang however understood just perfectly why Jimin did as he did, he was setting you off limit cause of the trouble between you and Hoseok. Even if he didn’t know what had happened between the two of you it was obvious that something had happened.

Eunwoo of course couldn’t know any of this as he hadn’t been there when the conversation between you three took place, but in the way Jimin was standing it was noticeable that you were off-limits.

Jimin then dragged you away from the other two. You weren’t totally sure where you two were going, but you were sure that you were both thankful and secure.

The two of you stopped in a corner where the music wasn’t so loud. Jimins concerned voice filled the air as he started talking. “Are you okay Y/N?”

Jimin who was determined to keep an eye on you had noticed Eunwoos straightforward behavior and even though he couldn’t see your face he noticed your uncomfortable figure.

“Yea, It was just a bit too much, Hoseok is filling all the space in my brain so I can barely function right.”

“Do you want to go and take a rest in the dressing room?”

“No, I really want to get drunk and forget Hoseok.” And Jimin of course couldn’t say no to those begging eyes.

So that was what you were doing now. 3 hours later and you were drunkenly dancing around with Jimin and Taehyung.

Jhope had showed his new album earlier and everyone enjoyed it. Now it was just party for the rest of the night and you sure took that seriously. You had met so many new people too, some of them being Jessi, LIPJ, Peakboy, HyunA and Dawn, Kid Milli and so on...

You wouldn’t say you were the center of attention, but there sure were a lot of people chanting your name as you danced and partied. You were very drunk, but so were everyone else so no one noticed how loud and clumsy you were – lucky you.

You had also had the pleasure to talk to Youngkwang and Eunwoo again now that you’re were more relaxed thanks to the alcohol. Both of them seemed like they delt with alcohol better than you, so they had gotten a good laugh when they saw your clumsy behavior.

Camaras filming Jhope and how it was going had turned off a long time ago making the atmosphere even more crazy as non of you had to worry about reputation.

Hoseok was also dancing together with Jungkook who was chuckling like a little baby at the whole thing. Jungkook and Hoseok were both almost as drunk as you, but they kept it cool moving till the beats of the songs.

But when Hoseok suddenly heard your name getting chanted around the room he abruptly stopped his dancing while Jungkook kept going. He had noticed that you had been making friends around the room getting close to epically Jimin and talking a lot with Youngkwang. Every time he saw you lean onto Jimin cause you were dying of laughter he felt a pang in his heart, he knew he could have been that guy, but he wasn’t and that hurt.

But something in him saw red the moment Jimins hands found you waist among the dancing people and he pulled you into him, dancing very closely with drunk you who accepted without question.

Peoples chanting was long gone when Jimin pulled you into him. Everyone was minding their own business not noticing you two at all, expect one, and that was exactly the reason Jimin pulled you into him. Because you and Jimin had set a goal for the evening which was to make Hoseok so jealous that he would storm over to you and hopefully he would end your friendship and turn it into something more.

And it looked like it was working, cause out of the corner of your eye you saw Hoseok march up to the two of you and when you felt Jimin get pulled away from your back and your wrist get taken by a firm grip you knew the two of you had succeeded.

It was when Jimin had seen you come out from the dressing room earlier that day that you had opened up to him telling him what had happened and how you felt, it had been in the mere moment your vulnerability had failed you and you couldn’t stop talking even if you wanted to.

Jimin as the cunning and sweet guy he was had plotted the idea together in his head and introduced you to it, you not knowing what else to do had said yes and that was what lead you to here.

You couldn’t help but let a victory smile take over your lips as Hoseok was dragging you between body after body and marching up to the door written ‘staff only’.

When he reached the door and pulled it open you were surrounded by a hallway full of light, your eyes scrunched together.

He took two steps into the hallway before smashing you up against the wall and trapping you there with his two hands placed on either side of your head. His eyes were filled with rage, jealousy and the strongest emotion passion.

Like a dear caught in the headlights you were standing there between the wall and Hoseok, a whimper almost left you at the way he was pressing himself up against you. Your chest were pressed into his toned body and his chest was right in your eyesight, but your head was turned up towards him giving him sight of an innocent stare that drove him crazy.

“Are you doing it on purpose?” His voice almost scared you as it was filled with venom, but somehow you found that extremely hot combined with the way he was eyeing you.

“What?”

“Making me jealous.” A teasing smile found it’s way to your lips making him boil with heat as he already there got his answer. There was no air between you, body against body.

His head was approaching yours in the speed of light stopping just before your lips. You were breathing in Hoseoks air and he was breathing yours, if either of you moved just slightly your lips would touch.

“Maybe, is it working?”

“Fucking yes it’s working.”

Hoseok slammed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Lips were molding against one another making sounds that were anything but innocent and you loved it everything inside you were exploding and it only grew when you felt his hot tongue slide over your bottom lip asking for permission. When Hoseoks tongue skillfully snuck into your mouth and tasted every corner he could get to you felt a heat inside you start to grow.

You were so fucking perfect in Hoseoks mind. The way you tasted the way you whimpered for him, every little thing was so teasing almost as if your sensuality were mocking him, making him go for the big prize, but could he really fuck you at his own party? Oh hell yea, he could, he should and he would.

When Hoseok tapped your thighs instructing you to jump you didn’t waste any second. You jumped up Hoseok catching your thighs as you wrapped yourself around his hard abdomen.

While still in a passionate kiss he walked you two into the dressing room.

Your arms had wrapped around his neck and your hands were calmly scratching his back sending chills through his spine. It was a funny connection of your hands being so gentle on his back while your mouth were passionately kissing him, it made him smile into the kiss which you responded to with one of your own.

Hoseok locked the door to the room after seeing no one was in there were he after walked over to the sofa and gently laid you down with him on top.

He raised his head to look at you who were so beautifully sprawled out on the big sofa. Both of your breathings were heavy and quick snapping after the air.

“Do you want this?” The question was so vulnerable gently laid out for you to answer.

“I do, very much.” Your answer gave both of you smiles, you felt Hoseoks hands find your hips squeezing them ever so gently before going up to your waist. Just his touch were making you crazy, letting out a very soft moan Hoseok couldn’t help but groan in response. He wanted to make you loud, to make you scream his name louder than what you had screamed on the dance floor. He wanted to make your hips move faster than they had done in the dance with Jimin and he wanted to make you come undone for him and him only to witness.

Hoseok started giving you light kisses on your jaw which soon turned very wet and hot as his tongue came out to play over your skin. He moved on down to your neck where he quickly found your sweet spot just under your ear.

“You’re so damn beautiful.”

He had moved up to your ear whispering there while softly but with some firm background biting your earlobe.

“Especially when you frown in pleasure- God, yes just like that little peach.”

You just couldn’t keep your moan in when he said things like that to you and specially not when he started rocking his hips against your already more than wet ....

“Gonna make you fucking scream for me, yell my name out so everyone in the building knows who you fucking belong to.”

He dove into your neck again this time with a fire you had never seen in him before, but there was many things you hadn’t seen before which would soon enough be unraveled.

His hands started roaming around your body touching your figure and itching it into his brain, he wanted to remember everything about you.

“I need to give you hickeys so Jimin and Eunwoo fucking knows you’re taken.” He said a growl in his voice, but you couldn’t help the laugh that left you thinking about his jealousy towards Jimin who he didn’t need to fear any bit.

“Why the fvck are you laughing?”

“Cause of your jealousy towards Jimin.” Hoseoks face turned into a frown looking at you with a questionable look, but when he saw the smirk on your face he already knew what had happened.

“You’re so fvcking done Y/N. I’m showing you no mercy you sly little fox. My peach has turned into a manipulator hasn’t she? Gonna punish your little ass.”

Hoseok raised himself from the sofa as you couldn’t stop the smirk. He was standing hovering over you and with a look that could kill he crossed his arms and started giving you orders.

“Take your shirt off.”

And just like that you turned into the submissive little creature you were. You knew Hoseok was strict when it came to things he was passionate about, but never did you consider that he was dominant in bed. He hungered for control over his little peach and you were happy to give it to him, because of one thing – You trusted him. And if it ever became to much you knew he would stop.

Not that you wanted that though as you slowly lifted the tee off your head, the tee which he gave you, and he couldn’t help but to feel some certain rights over you with that on.

When the shirt was off Hoseok couldn’t stop staring at your figure, how your waist disappeared into your high waisted pants, how your chest kept going up and down in rapid moves and how your whole face was smiling so innocently up at him. You were one big fvcking tease.

“Lay down on your stomach.”

Turning around you made sure to let your ass stick up just slightly swinging it in the air for him to see, your face turned around seeing how he was almost loosing his cool.

Hoseok placed himself on the sofa behind you. He was quick to take off his shirts and throw them somewhere before leaning down to your back. His chest was so hot against your back you could fell every muscle every little line of him and he made sure to give it all to you.

His hands automatically found your hips as he slowly started rolling his hips sending electric shocks to your tummy.

“Ahh... yes.”

“Hmm you like that huh?”

Hoseok again nibbled your earlobe before his lips went down to your nape. He started sucking roughly slowly making his way to one side of your neck before he went to the other. His tongue was easing it up a bit, but it still did hurt a little, but that only added to your pleasure.

“mhmm.”

But suddenly Hoseok stopped when he raised to his knees. His hands was still on your hips and slowly he went in under them and the sofa raising them a bit before finding his way to your zipper. Slowly he zipped them down and pulled your pants all the way down to your ankels were you threw them off yourself.

“Get on your knees.” You did making him get a good view of your wet panties. He groaned just seeing the view and taking a look of you just in that position made him even harder than he was. His own pants were getting really uncomfortable but he dismissed it giving you his full attention for now.

His hands grabbed both your cheeks squeezing and pulling them apart to get a better view. You had never been a big fan of ass-playing, but damn... The way Hoseoks hands were so rough in his movements but soft against your skin was paradise and it made your moans go just an octave up. You were startled though when a hard slap found it’s way to your right cheek making you move forward with a loud moan.

Why was that so fvcking good? To get slapped like that from Hoseok was on a whole other level.

“You liked that huh? Want me to do it again?” There was an aggressiveness in his voice and even if he covered it as a question you both knew he would do it again no matter what.

A slap to the left cheek made you moan again even louder this time.

The view of your beautiful figure in front of Hoseok made him want to just fuck you endlessly into the couch, but he wanted to make it last a little, wanted to make you feel and experience new things.

“Little peach can you stand up for me?” You seriously could not keep up with how he switched in his demeanor, one moment he was ordering you around giving you slaps and growling at you, the next he was gentle and asked you. But you couldn't get enough of it either.

You stood up waiting for what he wanted. Hoseok too stood up and placed himself right in front of you. He started kissing you again his tongue already rolling against yours as his hands found the clasp of your bra, but before he took it off he asked.

“Can I take this off?”

“Yes, you don’t even need to ask Hoseok, you can do anything you want to me I don’t care what it is.” He knew that, but he wanted to be sure that you really wanted this, that it wasn’t only the drunk you who spoke.

Taking it off his hands immediately found your breasts. You groaned into his mouth which he swallowed up right away. His thumps brushed over your nipples which harden by the second he touched them. Hoseok started guiding you both back to the sofa where he sat himself down.

You were looking down at him and he was looking up at you. Hoseok didn’t even need to ask you when you took your panties off stepping out of them, you could see it in his eyes the want to taste you.

He laid himself down on the sofa before asking you something you hadn’t expected.

“Sit on my face.” Your eyes widen making him chuckle looking up at you.

“What?”

“Sit on my face, ride my face.” You felt yourself drip at the thought of having him beneath you like that, just the mere image of it in your head was making you wet so without any further notice you placed yourself over his face. Your thighs were taking most of the weight making sure you didn’t crush him.

“You’re fucking dripping.” Hoseok licked his lips wetting them before he guided your hips down onto his face placing your entrance just before his mouth.

The way your thighs were surrounding his head had him throbbing in his oversized pants which still made him feel uncomfortable with them on. The thought of his tongue being buried into your most sensitive bodypart was a dream for him, that he could feed on your sweetness.

Your sounds turned so unholy that you were sure they could hear it down in hell when Hoseoks tongue took one long stroke in your entrance and ended at your clit which he proceeded to suck gently on. He was almost pulling the moan out of you the way his tongue worked over your entrance.

“Urgh... You’re so wet peach, all for me.” Hoseoks tongue dove into you and he started his pace at an abnormal speed. His tongue was dancing inside of you sending shivers to your whole body. “Shit! Yes Hoseok right there!”

You should have known that he meant it when he said he had control over every muscle in his body, cause his tongue was doing a damn good job. It all reminded you back to the day he had invited you to see him dance, he had been dripping in sweat when he was done, and you had been so attracted to that without even knowing it. He had danced so insanely good there, but this, sh*t that tongue had skills.

Your hips were already rocking against his tongue seeking for some relief from the heavy feelings you were having. He enjoyed it, the way your body moved over him - Pushing him down into the couch, and strong thighs which were locking more and more around his head. Everything about that was satisfactory.

Hoseok was slurping your juices into his mouth which only added to all the new sounds you two were making. Sucking on your clit Hoseok let out a growl as you moaned his name. “Hoseok...” The growl sent a shock of heat up through your body.

You felt something start to grow in your lower stomach and you knew that you were close. Hoseok felt it as well, how your walls clenched around his tongue begging him to keep going just even faster.

You felt a slap on your right cheek again only adding to the incredible things you were feeling right now.

“Hoseok... Urgh, I’m almost there.” You rocked harder seeking that stage of complete spams in your body. Hoseok wanted to say dirty words to let you cum, but he had his mouth filled with you, so instead he used his hands to squeeze your ass, roam your breasts and guide you to your orgasm.

And it hit you like a knockout blow. Letting a riddle of curse words escape your mouth you stiffened as Hoseok kept his tongue going. You arched your back so much that you actually fell back, luckily Hoseok had his legs placed just behind your back so you leaned onto them instead.

The slurps and licking only got faster and longer as your cum spilled into his mouth. He was like a hungry dog swallowing everything he could, and when it finally was over he couldn’t stop his licks devoting your every drop of cum.

Your whole body gave up the moment you came down from your orgasm. If it hadn’t been for Hoseok being under you, you were sure you would have just laid there forever, but Hoseok was under you so you stood up on wombling legs as he got up from the couch.

Cheeks, lips, nose, jaw, everything was covered and glistening with your cum and it drove you crazy.

“My little peach taste fvcking amazing.” Hoseok said as he pulled you over to him and again laid you down on the sofa.

This time it was your turn to watch as he took his pants off. God what a sight. Hoseok was standing ever so beautifully in front of you in only a pair of black boxers. But the sight of him tucking them down as well and seeing his cock jump out standing tall to his lower stomach was even better. You bite into your bottom lip as he hovered over you, on his knees in between your legs.

“Wait I don’t think I have a condom.”

“It’s fine I’m on the pill.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as you saw Hoseok getting panicked for a split second. “God that means I can actually feel you around my fvcking cock.” A groan left his lips by the thought of it, you clenching around him and covering his cock with your juices, that would be something.

Hoseok positioned himself, pumping his cock a few times he gave you a kiss as to distract you before he entered you. Both of you let out hisses as he was big and you were tight, but it felt so good to be stretcthed out like that by him.

One slow stretcth as his cock filled you to the brim.

Hoseoks breath was heavy almost as if he had been dancing for a whole performance when he said “Just tell me when I can move.”

One or two minutes went by with him kissing your lips and neck, telling you sweet words such as ‘God you’re so beautiful’, ‘You’re doing so good’ and ‘My little peach is so sexy’. Every time his lips cam on yours you got a glimpse of the taste of yourself.

You would never get enough of him saying sweet little sentences while he was inside you, but now you really wanted him to move. “You can move.”

“You sure?” A smile filled your lips when he again asked for permission.

“Yes! Hoseok I’m more than sure.”

Giving you a smile he slowly went out only stopping when his tip were inside your entrance and with one slow stroke he again went in. He couldn’t stop kissing you while quickening his pace as if he would only survive with your lips placed on his.

His pace became quicker and quicker for each stroke. You were a moaning mess by now, hair all tangled and legs graduality shaking more and more. Hoseok wasn’t much better himself, growling and moaning together with you.

He loved the way your breasts were bouncing and legs were tangling up in his, there was something so magically about the connection between you two right now that he never wanted to let go of.

He remembered only some hours ago when he came to pick you up from the alley, he just couldn’t stop looking at you, it was the same now looking at your face tormented in pleasure was a gift he would never forget and when your anguished yet supplicated voice told him - “Please Hoseok, I’m so close.” he could feel himself almost spilling all his seeds into you, but he was keen on making you cum first.

Without further notice Hoseok pulled one of your legs up around his shoulder. The new angle was the final point for you as his dick hammered into you in a spot you never thought would be touched. “OMG! HOSEOK!” And of course he got his way once again when he said he would make you scream his name.

Cumming for the second time that night you could feel how you were getting overstimulated, legs were giving up and your stomach was turning.

It only took a few hard strokes for Hoseok to cum after you. He was literally drilling his dick into you as all his seeds swam into you. “God I love you so much.” All your tiredness disappeared the moment those words whispered their way out of Hoseoks mouth, did he mean that? or was it just an innocent line filled with nothing?

When there was no more to give Hoseok collied on you, head resting on your chest. Your fingers automatically found his hair and started playing with them as you felt him slowly start to kiss your skin.

“I love you so much Y/N.” It was not just an innocent line, it was real. Your face seriously could not contain it’s smile as you wrapped yourself around Hoseok. A chuckle left his mouth when he felt your small arms and legs tangle up with him pulling him even closer than he already was. “I love you more. Took you long enough to figure that out.”

Hoseok slowly pulled out of you again both his and your cum spilled out making a mess on the couch, but right now non of you cared enough to do anything about it.

“GUYS!! Are you done in there cause I’m running out of ideas of what to tell the staff members to why they can’t come in here.” And just like that both of you got clothes on faster than a flash and cleaned the couch. Going out of the dressing room a tired Jimin stood there waiting with that stupid smirk on his face.

“Took you long enough to confess to each other.”

“Oh shut up Jimin.” Hoseok said but he didn’t even try and hide the smile displaying on his face.

Guess Hoseok wasn’t the only one who could get his way with certain things – You just managed to make Hoseok so jealous that he had angry sex with you, and you were damn proud about it.

*Do not translate or repost! This is work of trina864*

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meili-sheep · 2 years ago

Note

You know, the Teyvat Detective Club is a couple of legal files, some authentications, and a small retail building away from being a legitimate force:

Yanfei has her own law firm/legal advising sthick already and will make anyone pay through their teeth for her services.

Shinobu has graduated from law school, along with all of her other certifications and her golden streak with her gigs and jobs.

Heizou was a private detective before he went to the Tenryou Commission because they had more resources.

Cyno has studied extensively and trained vigorously to be able to investigate, judge, and hunt down certain scholars.

These guys are also quite active when it comes to going to their locations and getting stuff done as well as (mostly) doing the paperwork and operating on the legal side of things, and they also know specialized people and have access to their resources as well:

Hu Tao has definitely been called upon to examine the state of victim’s bodies as well as give further details that some people can miss

Tighnari can be trusted to identify certain plants and their potential effects on the body, specifically with inhalation, consumption, and contact with skin

Kazuha is an excellent tracker, especially when it comes to more remote areas where people like to try and disappear or hide from authorities

Xiangling knows anyone that comes in, as she has a encyclopedic memory of every single order and their specifications down to the individual person

Albedo usually helps them out when the inquiry is particularly interesting as well as if there’s any signs of the use of certain types of alchemy

Sucrose is typically to one that identifies the individuals if the bodies are too far gone for simple examination, using bones and cells to find specific details concerning the person

Sayu quietly passes on small details on observations, sightings, and persons of interest as she’s going about her own jobs and tasks

The collection of these specific skills and the individuals who possess them make for a very specialized network of people that make whatever cases the detectives have that much easier. So essentially, you’ve got:

Legal Unit (original members) - Yanfei, Shinobu, Cyno, Heizou

Investigative Unit - Kazuha, Sayu, Heizou

Forensics Unit - Albedo, Tighnari

Mortuary Unit - Hu Tao, Sucrose

Informantion Unit - Sayu, Xiangling, Yanfei, Shinobu

‘Specialized’ Operations (finding people) - Cyno, Shinobu, Kazuha

So this is a whole operation if you really wanna think about it.

Now

While I love this. And agree with this. Each detective club member has their own little specialist that helps them, and the other solve their cases.

I am just noticing a trend of people forgetting Diluc is in this club. And y'all can't keep calling him mondstadt batman and not recognize in this club when batman is called "world's greatest detective". Now I am a champion of "batman isn't really a detective" and "Diluc is more of a Jason Todd" But that's side the point. My original Idea for this group was

Diluc, Yanfei, Heizou and Cyno.

Because these are reps of each nation that focuses on justice and truth. This is why I'm meh oh Shinobu, an official club member, because while extremely useful and qualified. She doesn't value truth like the others. If this was the full Leverage AU, then yeah, I would put Shinobu in here.

But ultimately. I am the Diluc Pain Train. And While I love talking about other characters. Diluc is the king of my heart. So Let's not For get He's here.

So If you'll let me, I'm gonna make some tweaks.

Main Crew Diluc (Boss), Yanfei, Heizou, and Cyno

Legal Unit Yanfei (Lead) and Shinobu

Investigation Heizou (Lead) and Sayu

Pursuit Unit Cyno (Lead), Beidou, and Kazuha

Forensics Unit Albedo, Sucrose, Tighnari, and Hu Tao

Now I'm very open to people playing with this idea themselves. But I just want to make clear kind of what my original intention was. And That was a weird group of characters from each nation who bond over their pursuit of the truth.

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nbjetsam · 2 years ago

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What happens if "everyone is queer"?

Taika Waititi said in an interview earlier this week: "I think, innately, humans have all got some degree of queerness in them" My first reaction was, I just want him to say "queer" all the time and keep doing queer and queer-adjacent projects and this man can do no wrong and omfg his eyes when he smiles... My second reaction is: I don't think I agree and I also there's a real reductionism in this idea. I'm not here to gatekeep queerness. And I have no idea where Taika, in particular, lands on any scales or spectrums. I also totally respect that he has dodged a straight (!) answer to this question more than once. Ain't nobody's business and I hope he just keeps doing what he's doing. I'm a middle-aged woman, married to a cis man, who's always known I was bi but also just weird. I'm new to embracing the label "queer" and one of the things that drew me in was how it is such a nice umbrella for anyone non-normative: gender, sexuality, romance, kink, non-traditional relationship structures, etc, etc, etc. (I check several of those boxes). So, sure anyone can be queer; but not everyone is. All you need to do to be a member of the club is be a member of the club (even if it's only in your own thoughts). And, hopefully, you get that nice little frisson of belonging that happens when we understand ourselves a bit better.

But back to the quote. Once we say "everyone is queer" we lose the ability to acknowledge the lived experience of the subset of people who have had to mask, or conform, or filter, or hide, or just (best case scenario) check themselves before sharing that part of their life. Sure, yes, everyone is unique and special and on a spectrum and in a matrix of intersecting identities. And maybe there is no such thing as a "normative" anything. But some folks happened to land in the middle of what I'm going to call "the default" -- their gender identity perfectly matches their biology; the type of relationship they want is the one supported by hundreds of years of religious, cultural, and legal proceedings (yes, there are neat exceptions but still), the flavours of physical intimacy they seek out fit into some sort of standard expectations (again, backed by culture and, unfortunately, sometimes law). And there's nothing wrong with that. Maybe they're super freaks about food or clothing or music -- I'm still not denying that everyone is weird in their own way. But, most importantly to my point, if they don't opt-in to being queer, I don't think there's value in bestoing queerness on them. Maybe I'm just worried about diluting the brand, or it's still shiny new to me so I'm being possessive, but it feels like "queer" is very real to me right now. Maybe it's wrong to thing of queerness always being an "other" or "outside" of some non-existent "normal". Thoughts?

#taika waititi #queer #lgbtq #bi

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thekitschdiet · 3 years ago

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my take on the literary masterpiece, the chic diet

Firstly, I am no one. It’s part of my charm. My fifteen minutes of fame was years ago, when I had an instagram niche meme page. I didn’t even take any brand deals! And my posts averaged six thousand likes! Anyhow. I am hardly literate and well hydrated and carry a small sephora-CVS-hybrid worth in my mini tote bag. Here is my guide on how to live like me, the intermediate kitsch-rat, aspiring influencer. But like, in an apathetic, somewhat dissonant, ironic way. I like saying I live by dogmatic principles. But a lot of it, um, is just eating disorder rituals. But that’s not really important. You’re as hot as you say you are, and as much an authority on what you write so long as you say it with, you know, conviction. It’s kind of venerable how fucking delusional I am, actually. Giving any sort of advice like I’m anywhere close to the ritzy ideal of the amphetamine-areyouami label-american. New York, ideally. West Village, preferably. But I guess the kind of guide I can write is better suited to someone living in a suburb, in a house with the twelve-paned windows. I always thought those were so chic. SO quaint, in a somewhat luxe way. Like, Connecticut vibes. My parents used to drive me up there as a child to buy books and ice cream. Nowadays I’d opt for a matcha latte with novelty ice cubes, but I guess at the time it was pretty sweet.

Because I popped a Vyvanse at like, 10pm, this next little bit could go one of two ways. I will write the most articulate, brilliant piece of literature of my life. Magnum opus, if there was a skinnier word for it. Or, I will get wrapped up doing something like folding all my last-season knits (which is part of my look, okay! I don’t have a job!) and fixating on a paragraph on how a girl’s collarbones are almost as identifying as a fingerprint, or a signature. I’m not a graphologist, but if you write your A’s with the little tail on top (like on a computer), you’re probably a snake. Nothing personal, just an observation. Also, I do have a biology final to study for. Not that I’m super anal, or even particularly committed to academia, but even in my precariously manicured (read that as separate terms; I did a good job on my nail polish, okay? But I happen to also be teetering on the brink of an epiphany or a collapse. Hence the use of the word precarious.) state, I know it’s important enough I can let one of my countless side-quests sit idle for a couple more days.

The first section seems only natural to be about hydration. And the whole idea of drinking things, really. There was a section in The Chic Diet about Adderall dry-mouth, which deeply resonated with me. Once I bit off a chunk of a Nivea Strawberry Shine (my favorite lip balm, more on that later) and swished it around my mouth. Didn’t help. Really, really didn’t. Anyway, I suppose that even if it served no purpose for combatting my prevacatingly ingenious cottonmouth solution, I was able to milk a sentence or two out of the experience. “Do it for the Vine”, all grown up! And wearing bananapapaya resin hoops too. Side note, that Etsy shop is a parasocial enemy of mine. It stems from jealousy, which sucks, but hating from inside a club I’m adjacent to is much healthier than being a hateful individual towards people I would, you know, interact with. Daily. Or something. I stopped going to therapy because I felt stupid about going and I don’t live in the right kind of town to warrant vacuous $300 hours. Bitching about my well-adjusted parents and how desperately I wished my anxiety would just “go away” was plainly gross, and a waste. Like, pretty sure almost every problem I have could be solved by a couple painful conversations taking place during a hurricane. Such a shame it doesn’t rain much here. Anyhow, I digress.

Staying hydrated. It is essential to my character, my persona, if you will; to never be without either an elegant metal bottle (I’m loyal to the smooth enamelled S’well ones, printed to look like marble or a semi holographic solid) or a little 16oz tumbler with a metal straw. Hydroflasks were some of the worst things to happen to society. I want to preface this claim with the fact that I wanted one in the same way a teenage girl wants a new iPhone so she can keep up appearances with her dermatologist-dad friends who still have the XR, by the way. But I ended up spending the money on like, a minidress at Brandy Melville before it fled my city. Or maybe a Fresh Sugar tinted lipbalm. For the better, even though the dress has a busted zipper now and the lipbalm tube has inevitably gotten dinged and dented by the other contents of my mini-totebag. Unlike a car, though, a couple scuffs on your laptop or your luxury lipbalm tube looks kind of cool. Like, you’re not someone who values the pristine, unused quality of an item that was ambiguously intended to be used versus displayed on Instagram. Now, I’m wondering why this paragraph about hydration is so fucking impossible to stay on track for. I literally drink several litres of water a day, and more tea on top of that. And sometimes an almond milk latte if I can budget it in. Not that I’m so anorexic I can’t afford a 45cal latte. They’re just not that important to me. Anyhow. Drinking lukewarm (on the cool side) water is better than ice-cold. Partially because I just get it out of the tap of my ensuite and I can’t be bothered to wait for it to run cold enough every time, and it just seems wasteful. Plus, there is something so.. skinny about drinking water at an “obscure” temperature. Trust me, I want to know why my thought process is like this too. My favorite tea is blueberry tea foraged in a side aisle at my local supermarket. I love a good commercial, high-end steep or fruit infusion as much as the next girl. Maybe more. My pantry is filled with tins labelled with things like “emerald jade organic” and “magic potion”, which is really just currants and butterfly pea flowers. But there is a necessary glamor about drinking dirt-cheap tea on the daily. Seriously, a box of 25 sachets is like, $3. At a higher point with my, um, Adderall problem, I spent like several times that on pills. I didn’t really need to include that, and could have linked the price point to the cost of a drugstore lipbalm, but I wrote it in. And I’m married to it, stubbornly, as all amateur writers should be when they wittle in a somewhat indecorous little joke. This tea is sooo good because it has a strong fruit-reminiscent taste (not as sweet as a fresh blueberry, but who wants that anyway?), it’s zero-calorie, it’s the most GORGEOUS color ever. The latte, the third drink in my little trifecta, is nothing special. But necessary. The trick is to use a milk frother to whip up sugar free syrup with instant coffee and a little bit of hot water in a glass. It’ll make the most luscious foam.. Top it off with almond milk. My dad is a coffee purist, owning both an upstairs keurig AND a downstairs one (among other more analogue methods, but I can’t name-drop, so what’s the point?), so he hates this drink. Now, calling oneself a plebian is so unglamorous and teetering on self-deprecating territory, dangerously close to insecurity. But I can use it here because I am at least posh enough to have a different pair of earrings for every outfit I could possibly come up with, and I only wear Patagonia if I am in a situation where I just have to wear fleece. Like I was saying. It’s such a simple drink, certainly not a delicacy, and… I had a joke about the word plebian but I keep getting up to refill my water and I fear I have forgotten about it.

Next section; the importance of a good tinted balm

In the intro I alluded to how a girl’s collarbones function essentially as an identifier, the way a signature or fingerprint does. This is a lie, or at least an exaggeration. But one’s ultimate tinted lipbalm is actually extremely indicative about who you are, as a person, as a member of society, even…

If you are loyal to Dior Lipglow, I have a couple questions. One; did you shoplift one tube, once, and refill it with cheaper stuff afterwards? I did that. I consider it one of my better-kept secrets, but now you know. Might as well explain the catalyst for my parent’s first separation now, and the horrifying experience that was meeting my dad’s Manhattan sugar baby (?) at the age of thirteen, wearing an overalls dress from, like, Topshop or something else equally embarrassing. .. Kidding. I digress. It’s such a fancy lipbalm, and good too! It smells like thin mints! But I could just never justify cell phone monthly installation payment money on something I will inevitably talk off. I do own three, but two I stole (before I lost the nerve, somewhat unfortunately) and one, a boy(not)friend bought for me. This is not something I feel any remorse about, because his house was easily four thousand square feet and his sisters had a dedicated all-glass room for their shared peloton. Oil money. Ugh!

My personal favorite lip balm, and I have tried a frightening amount, has got to be the Nivea Fruit Shine collection. The frosted one is shit-ugly. Hideous. But the strawberry one is the love of my life. It’s such a pleasant red, looking healthy and rejuvenated and really completes any look. Only downside is it will always, hopefully not always, remind me of Charles. Kissing Charles, specifically. And him asking me what lipbalm it was, because he knew I was somewhat frivolous and definitive and would have a very long answer. But for whatever reason, I simply stated it was from “out of town”. Not really sure why I said that, but it plagues me (minorly) to this day. Of all the things to make up.. .. The peach one is a perfectly demure spring classic shade. Cherry exists too, but the only tube I have ever had the fortune of owning was purchased in Costa Rica and lost somewhere on the way home. Honestly tragic, it was the juiciest shade. Blackberry is perfect too, but I have to layer it with either peach or untinted lipbalm to avoid what I imagine TooPoor would choose if she believed in tinted lipbalm. I don’t mean this hatefully, I think she’s a queen, but super dark, smudgy makeup suits the eyes better in my opinion. Or something. Or something.

Afraid to bore the reader, I have to move on now. Maybe at a later date I will release an addendum on my ultimate lipbalm buying guide. But also, that is so deeply personal (and everyone needs the excuse of “hunting for the perfect staple shade!!”), so it is really not my place to have any authority on something so intimate and subjective. Etcetera.

Moving on; Decorating your room

Here is a section I lifted out of my memoir document. It fits, because as enigmatic as I hope I am, I am also quite unchanging.

I just pushed three hangers and two tiny strappy tops with the tags still on, off my bed. Most nights, all, these days, actually; I spend in my large but cluttered bedroom. I have a little ensuite with a jetted tub I’ve never used because I just never get around to it. There’s a plush grey rug, spanning the expanse of the room (covering an ugly cherry wood that doesn’t match the rest of the house; no clue why. I never asked, and the previous owners were eager to sell so they could finally ditch this town and retire in Montreal for the bagels, or Hawaii for the monk seals. Point is, I’ll never know) with loose beads and loose pills and little shards of glass from plier-crushed beads. I vacuum every day. The whole room tells you exactly the kind of person I am; the clutter I possess, the encapsulation of the projects I start, start, start and the hours I don’t sleep for and the clothes I tried on (these to sell, these to cut up with kitchen scissors; thrifted lululemon and aritzia and heaps of knits and plaid fabric..) I would not say the room is a mess. Lived in, maybe. Chopsticks and mugs and gum wrappers. Single dangle earrings. I just finished the last of my Creme Brulee eos lipbalm; disguised as a relic of 2015, I was gifted it Christmas of ‘20. I think my next waxy conquest will be a tinted Burt’s one I palmed a while back, before I lost the nerve. Peering around the room you will see shopping bags strewn about the mouth of my walk-in closet. Every surface has something shiny or colorful stacked up on it. Cluttered, busy, but intentional. Except for the walls, which are bare. Bare and gray and miles-tall when I lie flat on my back, high out of my mind, willing things to change but knowing I’m responsible for a first step I will always be too scared for. Bare, pristine, no gumtack. Empty, Like they’re waiting. I wait around a lot. It makes sense. That was an awful lot of words about my stupid blank walls when truly it does not bother me that much; I really just don’t get around to it. I have other things on the ground to tend to, like post-email nausea, addressing envelopes, marrying wire and bead. Writing a document I care about because I am determined and I am alive, alive, alive, goddammit.

Excerpt over. The memoir is coming out when I get famous, or something earth shattering happens. Like I become the world’s least remarkable entrepreneur, and I get retweeted by Colorpop. I don’t want to be the next Elizabeth Wurtzel. I read two of her memoirs one restless night, absorbing it to make up for the nutrients I didn’t that day (you can laugh. I think that is pretty clever), heart breaking a little bit. She writes about her struggles so intrinsically, you either get it, or you don’t. Anyway. She had the books and the fame from it, and she wrote more memoirs than I think a single person should. That is admirable. Aspirational, even. But I do not want to be like her. Where was I? Oh. Yes. Decorating/adorning/filling your room. Your room should serve as the kind of place to watch a movie (if you believe in film. I don’t) and put on ridiculous glittery eye makeup, or smoke an ~artistic cigarette~ or stay up all night on the phone, which is different from staying up all night simply on your phone. Chatting with someone you are tepidly in love with is much more exciting. Not chic as the whole affair is so juvenile, but fun regardless. It’s somewhere to keep your worldly possessions, too. I know I have a lot! Also, it is kind of thrilling to hide things in your room in little crevices only you know about. Now, unfortunately, everyone reading this will know too. But, like, I trust you not to really.. do anything about it. I keep my extra juul pods in the sliding box my apple pencil came in. That box is almost more useful than the pencil itself. I’m somewhat morally opposed to the iPad. Whole culture is so embarrassing! I have a tea tin with an ounce of golden teacher shrums in it. This is tossed in my closet among tins filled with other things, like lace trim and buttons. Which makes it actually a pretty terrible hiding spot, I see now… Anyhow. Keeping benign little secrets like that is so fun. You can tell I don’t have siblings. I sort of wish I did, but it is easier to believe there is something aristocratic about being an only child. Not sure if older-sister me would be egalitarian enough to share things. But that’s prophesying, which is kind of a waste of time. I live in the now, in a room positively cluttered with meaningless things that mean the world to me, chewing on my lip because my mouth is just so dry and 5gum is just not an after-8 indulgence. To live truly kitschly, you have to have somewhat hideous decor. Now, do not confuse dissonant, or incoherent, with what I mean by “hideous decor”. The kitsch room has as many surfaces to look at as possible, while also shying away from too many shelving units. Then you risk your room looking like a storage unit or something. When my mom renovated (re: paid someone to do it) our New York house so we could sell it, all our stuff was stacked up in a Cubesmart self storage. It was sort of horrifying, seeing my childhood home reduced to plastic storage tubs piled what felt like thirty feet high. Anyway. It’s just not an inviting way to store things; I imagine it makes your room look like your stuff is all trapped in gelatin. The more fussy, tiny things you have out in the open, the better. Nail polish. Earring trees. Bowls full of rings and lighters and water color pans perched on your windowsill. A rack with the tackiest assortment of knits and bucket hats and baguette bags. And so forth.. Quickly surveying someone’s room is so telling. Bonus points if all your books are spine-in, except for your favorite ones, because you don’t want people to get the wrong idea. (that you read).

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