#put him on a yacht in the sun and let him be gold and beautiful and effectively in a mediterranean jail

[alasarys]

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Hands , eyes , neck and everything belonging to a special #4

📷: Mario Renzi ( 1 / 2 / 3 )

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One more drink VII. -Pierre Gasly series

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Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

Warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage

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After that whole day with the guys we have spent the upcoming days with their presence. We spent most of the days out on the yacht, walking around in the small city. Trying every restaurants and bars we could find there. The nights were between going to a bar or a club but we usually liked to spend the time at their place down the shore.

Although our vacation was slowly comming to an end, just two more days left of it. I was currently sitting on the edge of the pool in my flowy short and a bikini top at the boy's apartment enjoying the sun as I was reading a book, when someone crouched down next to me and grabbed gently on my shoulder. I was startled for a second been grabbed out from my fantasy land of my book and I felt a lip closer to my ear.

"Chérie, the girls are actually about to leave. I can drop you off at home, but I have planned something for the night." He wishpered in my ear slowly. I turned my head to the side looking softly at him, and I raised my eyebrow waiting for an explonation. "What would it be?"

" I thought that we can go out somewhere, for a dinner. Just the two of us. The past few days we bearly had a chance to be together. The others will just go somewhere else, they can entertain themself. What do you say?"

" It sounds perfect. When should I be ready?"

" What about 7?

"Sounds like a plan" I smiled at him and he leaned closer pressing his lips on my forehead, and standing up.

I was standing infront of my bed looking at the three different dresses laid out on the sheets. I have had no idea what to wear. Everything felt like it's not good for a dinner with someone you are pining over that much.

"Do you need help with something?" The girls popping their head through the door, and I looked back at them with a helpful look on my face. They padded next to my bed and looking at my choices. "I like that dusty rose coloured one, or the olive green one." Viki pointed at the two silky material dresses.

"I like the olive green one better, it compliments your hair. And you tan skin. And it has a sexy cut in the back. Oh that slit on the thighs. And it's shorter too so your incredible legs can be seen also." Roxy picked up the dress shoving it in my hands. "Try it on, until we will find the shoes for it." She shooed me in to the small bathroom connected to my bedroom.

When I was finished it was nearly 7. That olive green dress was the right choice, I felt sexy but in a modest way. I put on a small white gold chained necklace with a small heart charm on it. I just put on my small black high heels that the girls have chose for me when I heard a knock on the door. Roxy was already opening it letting Pierre in. I stood up from the couch when I was finished and run my hands through the dress to roll out the creases on it. I let out a breath and I walked out to the way of the door.

Pierre was having a conversation with my friend when I stepped in the hallway and they both turned to my way. They lifted their heads to my direction and Pierre immediatelly got quiet. He was looking at me with widly opened eyes. I started to feel intimated by his graze and I looked down on my feet, shifting from one leg to the other. Roxy nodged her elbow into his side to wake him up while she asked. "Isn't ske looks beautiful?"

I lifted my sight from my feets back to his face, his graze was going up and down on me but stopped at my face as he looked deeply in my eyes.

"You look incredible." he stated quiet and extended a hand for me to grab it. A small smile was playing on his lips"Shall we go ma belle? " I took his hand and I walked closer to the entrance. His arms sneaked around my waist, holding my closer to his figure.

"Have fun guys!" Viki stepped next to Roxy at the door, looking at us as we were walking away from the house.

" Bring her back by ten young man!" Roxy shouted after us with a laugh and I just waved back at them with a giggle.

He reserved a table at one of the fanciest restaurant on the whole island. This place was totally out of my budget. I was studying the menu and tried not the let my face show any emotions about when I saw the prices on the card. He noticed my apprehensive look and grabbed my hand on the table giving me a small squezze.

"Chérie, don't look at the prices. I want to spoil you tonight." He ordered a champagne, with a name that even if I would try for many times I still could not manage to say it correctly. And also he ordered the most expensive dish on the menu. I have to admit, that pasta he ordered for me, was one of the best ones I have had in my whole life. I did not realise I was moaning while I have had bites till I looked up from my plate and I saw him leaning back in his chair with an amused look on his features.

After the dinner we were wandering around the shore listening to the waves at they were crashing on the rock. I had my heels in on of my hand whil Pierre grabbed the other hand and interlocked our fingers together. "I still can't believe the sky in here. It's incredible." I stopped as I was having my graze lock on the above shining dots. I took a seat on the sand and put both of my hands behind me. Pierre sat closely behind my body, his legs were next to mine, I leaned back to his chest and let out a sigh. He laid his head on the crown of mine and supported himself with one hand behind him while the other was drawing shapes on my uncovered thighs. My heart was pounding fast in my chest and goosebumps were going on in waves everytime his fingers touched my skin.

" I have a question for you" He started breaking the silence between us. I leaned to the side, turning my upper body a little bit so I can see his face better. Initiating him to continue. "What would you say about if I would invite you to Spa?"

"Spa?" I asked back with a surprised tone.

" Yes, to Belgium."

" You want me to come to the next race?"

"I mean last time you said yourself too, that you had no chance to watch the race and I would like to make it up to you." I turned fully to face him, as I was sitting on my knees, putting both of my arms on his shoulders as I looked deeply in his now dark blue shining eyes. I had a small smile on my lips, as I was waiting in silence. He looked really nervous and I found it really cute and flattering.

" Pierre, I would love to go and see you on a race." I answered slowly, his smile got bigger as he grabbed on my waist pulling me closer to his body. Our faces were just a few inches away from eachother and I could not stopped myself. I let my hands run through in his hair based at his neck and pulled his head closer to mine laying my lips on top of his.

They were soft as I have imagined before. He quickly intensified the kiss by pulling my closer, squeezing our bodies together as his tongue entering my mouth. I could still taste the champagne on his tongue. His hands wandered down on my back tickling my skin as my dress had a low cut back to it. One of his hands stopped at my waist while his other hand cupped my butt. I let out a low aroused moan on his lips and I could feel him smiling. He lifted me up so I could straddle him, I grabbed on his shoulders as I lowered myself on him causing him to growl in my mouth. As I have expected he was an incredible kisser. My dress was rolling up on my thighs letting my thong nearly visible. I rolled my hips down on his crotch, I needed some friction on my core as I felt burning inside my whole body. I felt under mine core his hardening through his black trousers. He grabbed on my waist digging his finger into my hips and lifting me up a bit and broke the kiss with heavy panting.

" Mon amour you are killing me" He was breathing heavily on my lips as I was also trying to cath my breath. He leaned closed placing open mouth kisses on my neck going down near to my collarbone. I tilted my head back to give him more space as I let out a long sigh with a small moan. "You took my breath away when I saw you in this dress." He murmured while his lips still on my neck sucking slightly at one point. I arched my back so he can nibble on that sweet spot on my neck. "I can't keep my hand off you, tu me rends complètement fou tu es si désirable. you drive me absolutely crazy, you are so desirable" I grabbed his face and smashed my lips on to his when I saw red and blue lights which was followed by a small siren. I jumped off Pierre in my scare trying to get myself together. Pierre jumped up grabbed my hand and my shoes and started to pull after him running down on the beach. After a few meters away he stopped. I looked at him and we burst out laughing as I hunched down on my knees trying to catch my breath.

"Jesus we nearly got busted dry humping on a beach. It would look really good in the news for you." I swiped off a tear from the corner of my eye.

" Will it be always like this with you? Some type of law enforcement is following you everywhere? " Joked with me, as reffering to the last time we shared an intimate moment.

"Életem my life, you need to get prepared if you really wants to stick with me" I winked at him.

" Challange accepted mon amour." He grinned at he pulled me closer by my waist and connected to our lips in a kiss.

“As far as I know the guys went out and they might sleep at yours.” I sighed as we headed back to our place.

“You can sleep at my place too” suggested as he pulled me closer draping his arm around my waist.

“Yes that sounds better. My feet hurt anyway, I don’t know why I let the girls to decide my shoes.” I rolled my eyes as I was still carrying the heels in my hand.

“Because your cute little butt looks better with it if you walk in heels. And second you looks more divine with him.” He kissed the top of my head as he gave a little pat on my butt.

“My cute little butt looks good any other way too, don’t try to convince me to wear more high heels, I despise them…”

“True. And I’m not gonna force you into anything. You are hot either way.” He winked at me as we reached their place. The lights were partly on, and as we walked into the place we saw many beer and wine bottles around. Some takeaway boxes there were left out on the dinning table. “Seems like the guys had some fun over with your friends. “ he pulled me down on the way as we were looking for them but they were nowhere to be found. I went to open the guest bedroom where we stayed before with the girls, the only light which made the room a little bit lighter were the one coming from the hallway. I was about to take a step forward to see if my friends are sleeping when I saw two naked figures on one of the beds. I quickly stepped out bumping into Pierre. “What’s going on?” He asked and tried to go into the room but I grabbed his arm

“Don’t! Two people are in there, maybe sleeping but definitely naked.” I explained to him and he just answered with a oh.

“Come.” He grabbed my hand and started to pull into his room. “You can sleep in here. And I can take the couch. “ he started to gather his clothes from the bed making some space for me to sleep.

“No, please I don’t want to push you out from your own room. Sleep in here.” I helped him with a few shirts. “With me.” I looked into his eyes and his face immediately softened. “I swear I’m not snoring” I joked with him and he kissed my forehead.

“Good, I might tho.” He chuckled as he stated to hang his shirts up on the hangers. “ I will make the bed, until go and have a shower. You can find spare towels there too. Until I will use the other bathroom. And here” he grabbed a T-shirt and gave it to me. “Your pj just like last time” he smirked as he turned back to the wardrobe.

I finished with the shower pretty quick and I put on the “Liked by Pierre Gasly” shirt on without any shorts just my panties and walked out. He was already laid out on his bed, busy with his phone so I can stare at him for a little longer.

He was only wearing his black boxer, so his thick thighs and his absolutely hot abdomen was fully on display for me. He looked so mouth watering.

As soon as he saw me coming out from the bathroom he put his phone down smiling at me with a cheeky smile. “ I can get use to this. You just only a T-shirt, especially my T-shirt and the text states truth also.”

I walked closer to the bed, and I got on all fours, crawling closer to him. We have had a deep eye connection and I could see his eyes darken. He was watching me every move I made. Still having that cheeky smirk on his face until I put my hands on his thighs and crawled closer.

“ I can get used to this also. Having you, half naked, in a bed. Would be better if it would be my bed.” I touched my nose to his.

“From now on, I will walk around this just to see that sparkle in your eyes.” He kissed the tip of my nose. His hands were wondering on my thighs up till my waist. I felt the heat on my cheeks rising from his words and they way of his eyes looked at me, and also feeling his fingers brushing the skin on my body.

“You know very well that you won’t just make me happy but most of the women on this earth.” I giggled as I laid down next to him.

“Yea probably, but I care about this red hair who I have to share my bed with so I hope you did not lie about snoring ma belle.” He leaned above me and pressed some kisses on both of the apples of my cheek.

“Not snoring, but kicking definitely. So I would like to say sorry before anything happens.” I smiled innocently at him

“I’ll might tie your legs down then.”

“Gasly, I did not know you are into bondage stuff.” I tried to look serious and as soon as I said it out he snorted and started to laugh. His cheeks had a slight rosy tint to them.

“Good night Gina.” He leaned closer and kissed me. I grabbed the back of his neck and tried to deepen the kiss. “Bébé.. “ he murmured on my lips.

“Good night Pierre.” I broke the kiss and turned to the other way having my back facing him as I tried to hide the huge smile on my lips.

“Oh gosh the girls will love this if I will tell them tomorrow” I thought as I closed my eyes and felt a strong arm came around my waist and pulling me closer to them. Pierre laid one last kiss on the crook of my neck.

[mandoalorian]

Sunkissed [Maxwell Lord x Reader] SMUT

Warnings: SMUT; foreplay, oral (m! receiving), spanking, slight exhibitionist kink, cum facial, rough, Maxwell is a subtle (?) asshole.

Word count: 3k

Rating: 18+ only.

Author's note: YACHT SMUT YACHT SMUT YACHT SMUT. This whole one shot is based off this gif alone. I wish we got to see more of Yacht!Max in the movie because wowww this was a look.

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Today was the day.

A few months ago, your agent called you with an opportunity you just couldn't resist. You were new to the 'acting' world, having only scored gigs in a toothpaste commercial and a local theatre production. This was different though; your agent stating there was a spot available for an infomercial. You weren't sure what to think. You imagined it being for some boring historical or political campaign and scrunched your nose up in displeasure. Nevertheless, you needed the money and all the experience you could get, so you prepped and went to the audition.

You were surprised when the directions your agent gave you took you to Black Gold Cooperative. You waited in a small room amongst a dozen other girls, before the CEO, Maxwell Lord, came padding in, doting his famous television smile. He hummed in delight, looking around, his eyes flicking between each girl. He pursed his lips together but didn't say a word, before pointing a ring clad finger at you and wiggling it in the air. "You're hired!" he grinned, his voice rich and filled with vibrancy. You knotted your eyebrows together in bewilderment, wanting to say something, but he was already gone. The other girls sighed and huffed, slowly disbanding and leaving the room. You were the last to leave, hesitantly standing up and tugging on the arm of a woman who worked in the office.

"I got the part," you bit your lip nervously and the blonde woman nodded her head, listening carefully. "But I don't really know what for."

"Mr Lord is shooting a new infomercial to promote the company, to try and boost investments." the lady explained.

"But I didn't even audition." you replied, genuinely confused.

"Why would you need to audition? Mr Lord is the star of all his infomercials. All you have to do is sit there and look pretty," the woman in the pink pant suit looked down at her clipboard. "We don't start shooting until summer, but we'll mail you all the details closer to the time." And with that, she was whisked away. You stood there in the middle of the office, completely dumbfounded.

About a week ago, you had got the details just as she promised. You showed up at the harbour fifteen minutes early that morning with a small case full of clothes that would last you the weekend. That's what you were promised as payment for the infomercial. Not cash, but a weekend away on Maxwell Lord's five star private yacht. To be honest, you'd rather have the money, but you'd never been on a yacht before, so you were looking forward to the experience.

"Right!" the director called, pulling her headphones down around her neck. "Mr Lord won't be boarding until noon so… just do as you please until then, but try and not cause any havoc," you looked around. It was only you and four other girls who'd be starting alongside the businessman. "He'll be boarding from a different harbour so we'll be sailing out there in around fifteen minutes. I'd recommend you all get ready for shooting."

You felt isolated. It seemed like the four other girls were quick to befriend one another, giggling and chatting about everything and anything. You didn't usually consider yourself shy but they seemed so different to you. You felt like an outcast.

You sighed, entering the yacht and finding your cabin. You spent a few moments settling in and adjusting yourself to the room before remembering the director had advised you all to get dressed and ready for shooting. You looked outside the small round window and couldn't help but smile. It was a beautiful, hot Summer's day. You stripped out of your clothes and into a floral bikini you'd forked out and purchased especially for today. You did your best to style your hair, but figured it was pointless knowing the salty sea air would get to it anyway. You felt like you had forgotten to grab something, but shrug it off, heading back outside to the deck of the ship. The golden sun rays beamed onto your skin and it felt amazing. Deciding you had a few hours, you placed down a towel and lay on the floor to sunbathe. You could hear the faint laugher of the girls who must've been gossiping elsewhere on the yacht, but you were thankful for a few moments of relaxation before shooting began.

You fell asleep. You didn't know how long you were out for, but it was long enough. You woke up when a cool shadow loomed over you, cutting away the sun beams and sending a shiver down your body. You slowly fluttered your eyes open, them widening when you saw who was standing before you.

Maxwell Lord.

Shit, had you really been asleep that long? You groaned apologetically, sitting upright and hoping you weren't in trouble. Maxwell was doting a blue and white vertical pinstripe button down, the top three buttons undone showing just enough of his bronzed chest to create a weakness in the pit of your stomach. His hair was golden under the sunlight, and he sported a pair of gold rimmed sunglasses. Upon inspecting closer, they looked like limited edition RayBans. He didn't stay a word, just stared at your body hungrily, admiring the way it was spread out.

"I-" you started. "Have we- have we started shooting? Shit, did I sleep through it?" you asked nervously and Maxwell couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"No, we start shooting in half an hour," he replied, shaking his head. Something about his presence still made you nervous. He sank to his knees, resting beside you and didn't tear his gaze from your body once. He placed his large, ring clad hand over your stomach. "Hot." he commented.

"Huh?" your eyes widened almost comically. Was he calling you hot? You shuddered under his touch, and it didn't go unnoticed by Max.

"Yeah, you're hot," his voice was gravelly and sensual as he began to trace his finger around your belly button, admiring the softness of your skin. "Quite literally burning up."

"Ohhhhh," you drawled out, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. For a second you thought he was coming onto you. And suddenly, you knew what he meant. You had fallen asleep under the sun for what might've been hours. It's not like you were going to be cold. "Oh right, yeah. I knew I forgot something. Sunscreen."

Max laughed light heartedly and it almost put you at ease, that is if you weren't already so nervous from his soft and delicate touches. "Don't fear," he smiled, dragging his fingers along your tummy. "Max is here." He pulled out a bottle of sunscreen from nowhere and presented you with it, a small and dorky 'ta-da!' escaping his lips. "May I?" he asked, slowly pushing you back down onto the towel that you were previously laying on.

It was hard to read his expression through the sunglasses, but you noted his quirked eyebrow and the wicked smirk that played across his lips.

"Okay." you affirmed with a reassuring smile. Maxwell pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to read the back of the product he was holding. For a second, you caught a glimpse of his dark, chocolate coloured eyes.

"This lotion has biotin in it, makes you glow like a teenager. Great for when you're in front of a camera," Maxwell explained as you heard him click open the cap and squirt some of the product into his hands. "Let me do your back first."

You wasted no time, following his instruction and turning over. Maxwell spent a moment, admiring the way your body was shaped so beautifully. His eyes trailed from the nape of your neck, down the dip of your back and along the curve of your ass. Your swimsuit panties left very little to the imagination and Max could already feel himself getting turned on, his cock twitching as he began to rub the cream into your shoulders. You hummed at the pressure of both of his hands as he worked at you.

"You know, I remember you," his voice was friendly and approachable, so much so that it almost distracted you from what he was doing to you. "I remember you from all those months ago. I remember the way you stood out from the other girls. There was just something about you I couldn't put into words… but now I see it." he didn't describe what exactly he saw but you could feel the butterflies stir in your stomach at his compliment. "I mean, look at you. You have a body that will sell. And I mean that in the best way possible." you felt his fingers play with the string that kept your bikini together. "May I?" he asked again. "Want to make sure I get every piece of your skin." he murmured.

"Yes," you breathed out, a little too shakily. With a gentle tug, the string came undone and Maxwell continued to rub the lotion down your body, his large hands travelling to the small of your back.

"This ass too," he hummed, giving you a little spank. You gasped, tossing your head back in pleasure. "Oh I see, you like that, don't you?" he chuckled, smacking you again but this time a little harder. You moaned, your lips parting into a perfect 'o' shape. He spent a considerable amount of time rubbing the silky lotion into the curves of your ass cheeks before working himself down the backs of your legs and to your feet. "Turn around and let me get your front."

You eagerly did as you were told. You rolled over, forgetting your bikini top had been untied from the back and gasped slightly when the thin, colourful material exposed your breasts. Maxwell tsked, shaking his head. You used your hands to cover your chest as the straps fell down your arms. "Don't worry darling, you don't have to hide yourself in front of me." he chuckled, slowly peeling your hands away from your body. He pulled off your bikini top and threw it aimlessly to one side.

He took the bottle of sunscreen and squirted a little more into his hands, before smothering it all over your chest. He dipped his fingers into your collarbones and gently stroked down the valley of your breasts. He got your stomach again, rubbing in the cream and making sure not to miss a single inch of skin. You moaned wantonly as his fingers glided across the hem of your bikini panties, slipping in just under the waistband teasingly.

You reached out, grabbing a hold of his wrists and dragging them back up to your chest, placing each of his hands so they were cupping your breasts. He squirted some more lotion, this time straight on your tits, and started to massage it into your soft skin. He still looked composed, despite his hard and leaking manhood pressed against the confines of his cream coloured, fitted pants.

His thumb grazed the bud of your nipples, even occasionally pinching at them to see if he could gain a reaction out of you. You moaned wantonly, feeling your folds grow slick with arousal as he teased you. Maxwell positioned himself on top of you, leaning down and pressing sloppy kisses all over your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple and sucking on it greedily.

"Mm, what if someone sees?" you managed to whimper out as Max pulled away from you with a 'pop'.

"Don't worry princess, they're all preoccupied elsewhere. But we don't have long until the shoot begins and oh… look what you've done to me." Max pressed his crotch against your thigh so you could feel the thick, hard imprint of his cock. "You're gonna have to take care of this, sweet girl." he muttered, unzipping his pants and freeing his aching manhood.

You gasped as you took in the size of him, subconsciously licking your lips greedily. Max rose to his feet, jerking himself off as he walked over to the metal bars that gated the edge of the yacht. He looked over into the ocean, slowly pumping his length with one hand and with his free hand, he pulled up his sunglasses so they were resting in his hair. He turned back to you and pointed a finger, curling it and gesturing for you to come over. You didn't stand up, instead, crawling towards him with a primal glint in your eyes. Max leaned against the cool bars as the wind gently breezed through his hair and you straightened yourself up. You stayed down on your knees as you gently pulled Maxwell's hand away from his dick.

You felt your mouth begin to water with anticipation as Max's hands fell into your hair. You ran your fingers down his cock to tease the CEO the best you could, knowing full well this might be the only time you'd be able to exert your dominance over someone as powerful as Maxwell Lord. Max grunted under your delicate touch, and began to subconsciously thrust himself into your hand.

Eventually, you leaned in to lick the tip of his cock. You found yourself lapping at his small slit which was leaking with his salty precum. Your small kitten licks earned groans of pleasure and praise from Maxwell as he quietly begged for more. Max's breathing got heavier and he started to exhale sharp sighs, everytime you swirled your tongue against the tip of his cock. You finally sunk your mouth down as deep as you could, and Max's breathing became shallow as he mewled a string of dirty curses.

You cupped his balls with your hands, playing with them as you deepthroated the businessman to the best of your ability. You ignored the way tears pricked your eyes and your saliva mixed with his precum dribbled down your chin. Max Lord always liked to take control, and he began to thrust his cock deep into your mouth. But as always, he craved more. He craved for something warmer and wetter. He ran his fingers through your hair and pulled your head away from his manhood so his cock bounced against your face.

"Stand up." he commanded and you did so with a wobble. He pulled you over to where he was standing and bent you over the side of the ship, pulling your bikini bottoms down quickly and roughly. He spanked you again, earning a pretty little wail of surprise.

You felt him line his cock up against your soaking wet folds as his tummy pressed into your ass. He rubbed the tip against your entrance teasingly until you were crying out his name and begging him to fuck you.

When he finally pushed his length into you, you couldn't help but scream. You gasped, your fingers curling around the metal bars so hard your knuckles turned white as he set up a brutal and rough page. His movements were unforgiving as he fucked you so hard and fast, your poor legs felt like they were going to give way. But he had you pinned against the barrier, and the way he mumbled sweet nothings and appraisal into your ear only spurred you on more. He told you how much of a good girl you were for taking his cock so well. He warned that if you kept screaming, you'd alert the filming crew. He'd tease you, nibbling and biting gently at the skin as he nestled his head into the crook of your neck.

"Gonna cum," you warned, your moans becoming erratic as he kept pushing into that perfect sweet spot inside of you. Your walls clenched around his cock tighter than a vice as you came. But he didn't stop fucking you. Your body ached as he used your pussy to bring himself to his own climax.

"Ngh— fuck!" Max cried out as he doubled back, pulling out of you and pushing you back down onto your knees. He jerked himself rapidly and you noted the way his cock throbbed in his hands. "Gonna make a mess off your pretty face." he chuckled darkly. "Mouth. Open."

You did as you were told, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out as Max's salty load roped into your mouth. At least— most of it got into your mouth. His eyes slammed shut and his cum sprayed onto your face and dripped down your chin and onto your chest. You couldn't believe how pent up he was. He slowly opened his eyes and gave you a small nod. You closed your mouth and swallowed his load with a hum of approval, licking your lips and fluttering your eyelashes.

"Five minutes until shooting!" you heard the director call and you gasped. Max smirked, taking a mental image of how sexy you looked with his cum splayed all over you.

"You better clean yourself up." Max laughed, taking your hand and helping you to your feet.

You were at a complete loss for words. Your hair was sticking to your skin from the sweat and your whole body was slippery with the sunscreen Max had applied earlier. Max grabbed the towel that you were once lying on and threw it in your direction. You noticed he had already tucked himself back into his pants, and, other than the few strands of dark blonde hair that had fallen out of place, he looked ready to go.

You wondered how often he did this. How often he fucked his employees on set before he shot important commercials or infomercials. There was something about his energy that thrilled you and filled your body with desire. He left you wanting more. And, knowing you'd be spending the whole weekend with him on this yacht, part of you figured this wouldn't be the last time he'd touch you like this.

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Imperituro

Alex is beautiful. That’s it. That’s the honeymoon. (sneaky collage feature of the man we all love rn who could legit play NN Alex in a movie)

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The wind was cool, the ocean air pleasantly refreshing, but even from where she was laid back in the centre of the deck, Jade could make out a sheeny layer on Alexander's skin, his hair damp, loose strands falling over his forehead every now and then, the wedding ring particularly noticeable somehow, reflective in the sun whenever he brought his hand up and raked his fingers through his hair, or gripped the steering wheel of the small motor yacht he had acquired for them in advance, Peitho, presented his boating license for which had come to a surprise even to his wife.

His linen shirt was fully unbuttoned, moving in the wind like the matching trousers, the white material a stark contrast to his tanned skin, the black ink and scars. A pair of aviator shades was sat on the bridge of his nose, the glasses tinted orange, the gold frame as reflective as his ring and his chain and she was unable to take her eyes off him, unsure when exactly he was looking right at her, when past her, her own hungry gaze obstructed by her own sunglasses. The sun was warm on her skin, the breeze as Alexander picked up the speed welcomed as it cooled over the oil, the sweat all over her body. She took a deep breath, had just closed her eyes to relax when she noticed him slowing, heard him before she could lift herself up to give him a look.

“Jade...”

He pushed his sunglasses up into his hair, squinted against the sun, but his eyes were fixated on her body, the way she was sprawled out flat on her back, the bright red string bikini that had not covered up much of her now completely discarded to the side. He was in no way surprised, appreciative if anything, reveled in the view she offered, especially with no one but him around to enjoy it.

Her lips curled into a smile as she caught his gaze, her heart skipping a beat as he slowly strode over once the boat had come to a complete stop. “Alexander...”

The corner of his lip twitched upward as he came to sit down next to her, his focus unshaken, his fingers itching to put his hands on her. “Made yehrself rehyt at 'ome, eh?” he drawled, licking his lips. “Dun't mind if I join yeh...” He cleared his throat, scratching at his chin. “I mean, I am the captain after all.”

She smiled, humming complacently, tilting her head to the side as she propped herself up onto her elbows to watch him closely.

“C'mon, darlin'...” He pursed his lips, his hand reaching to come down on her thigh, humming appreciatively when she shifted her legs apart for him. “Get up in me lap.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, slowly pushing her own sunglasses into her hair. Despite the ocean air, the rose-scented oil on her skin, she was instantly surrounded by the spice of him, the irresistible smell that was so uniquely her husband.

“C'mon...” he urged. “I kno' yeh can't 'elp yehrself.”

She knew exactly what he wanted, wanted him, but she also gagged for his appreciation and attention. “Alexander, what is it that you want?”

He swallowed, his skin stretching over his adam's apple prominently. “Jade, I kno' wha' yeh need.”

“I think I'd rather know what you need, baby...”

He pressed his lips together, his gaze never leaving hers. “Fookin'ell, yeh're 'ard work todeh...” His hand squeezed her thigh lightly, but he shifted to lower himself down the small step, slightly below her before she could respond, had in no time taken a hold of her thighs and pulled her down, earned himself a desperate whine the moment he got to work on her, could taste sweat and oil and the sweetness of her, instantly craving more, his grip tightening, nails digging into her skin.

She'd been dizzy from the sun, the glass of champagne she'd had with breakfast, but the demanding heat of his lips, relentlessness of his tongue had her writhing, hopelessly light-headed, aching to push her hips into the bliss he offered, as well as squirm from the intensity, but the moment she shook, attempted to move, his grip tightened further, one hand clamped down on her hip, the other reaching to squeeze her breast, then his fingers closed around her throat, in complete control of her body, the muscles of his arm tense. “A-Alexander...”

“Wha', darlin'?” he rasped against her, his voice vibrating against her wet skin, sucking on her clit, then covering her entirely with his lips, his tongue toying with her, leaving her breathless and unable to form a coherent sentence before he heard her voice, felt in shaky.

“I-It's so hot...” she whined.

He lifted his gaze up at her, met with her desperate gaze, as well as a gorgeous view of her body on display for him, under his absolute mercy. “D'yeh want meh t'stop?”

“N-No...” came her choked response, so close to her release, panic flickering in her eyes. “No, please...”

He lifted his head, licked his lips clean, his fingers instantly replacing his tongue as he came to climb over her, blocking the sun and she got the sinfully beautiful view of his face, enhanced only by the pleasure he evoked with the lazy strokes of his fingertips between her legs which spread further for him instantly, twitching upwards, desperate for more.

“Jade, I'm gunna 'ave yeh rehyt 'ere...” he announced, the intensity in his eyes merciless, wild with lust.

She couldn't help but admire the sharp edge of his jaw, the way everything about him was so effortlessly luxurious. She wanted to see it all. “B-Baby...” she whined as he shifted to discard of his trousers, though held her in place with his hand remaining around her throat, as well as his eyes pinning her down. “P-Please take this off...”

He cocked an eyebrow, his eye twitching, his chain hung loosely from his neck, his hair falling into his eyes. “Wha'?”

She nodded, begging him with her eyes, trying to push the shirt down his shoulders, dragging her hands over the muscle, the tattoos, the scars. “Yes, baby, you're so hot...”

A smile played around his lips and he sat up momentarily, shrugged out of the shirt before he was right there again, insistent on taking her breath away and she could hardly brace herself, his nails digging into his shoulder, eyes wide as his forehead rested against hers and he filled her, bucked up his hips to bury himself inside her, drunk on the sounds that fell from her lips as she clung to him, wrapped her legs around him to take him deeper, shook from the tight fit. “Y-Yes...”

His own breathing was heavy and he took a hold instantly of her wrists, left her with no leverage and no other choice but to take him, his lips attaching to her neck, desperate to add to the marks he'd already left on her with his hands, his lips, his teeth.

Her eyes fell shut despite the desperate urge to watch him, restricted by his large hands, her lips close to his ear as she whimpered each time he rolled his hips into hers hard, had her writhing beneath him, trying to meet his thrusts.

He slowed momentarily, smiling to himself about the way she tensed, took a breath and he stalled, built her anticipation before he bit down her neck, pushed all the way inside her again, his own breath shaken by the way she squeezed him, gushed around him, desperate to adjust, the way she relaxed when he filled her so heavenly it felt like somewhat of a fantasy, but the strangled moan of his name was beautifully tangible and nothing felt more real.

“Tha' it, doll?”

She nodded eagerly, her legs wound tighter around him desperately. “Y-Yes...” she cried, cold tears rolling down her warm cheeks.

“Mmmm, all mine...” he drawled in complete fascination of her, admiring her desperation. “Feel good, dunnit?”

“I need you,” she whined.

He chuckled, withdrawing his hips, unwinding her legs from around him, watching the pleading look widen her eyes, loved how badly she needed him. “Turn 'round for meh, doll...”

Jade swallowed, wanted nothing more than for him to get his way, have his way with her, but he looked irresistibly gorgeous, like it should have been forbidden for her to look at him, she refused. “Baby, no...”

He raised his eyebrows. “No?” he asked, an edge to his voice that had her tighten around nothing.

“I want to see you,” she whispered, ready to defy him, but she was practically salivating at the view of him, the way he'd looked above her, illuminated by the sun, all of him fully on display. “Please,” she added. “I'll ride you, get on my knees, anything...”

His obsession with how desperate she was for him prevailed over his irritation, her complete devotion to him leaving no room for a sense of punishment, he knew how devoted she was to him, but the fact that her eyes were on him so hungrily, he wondered if she could tell the attention unsettled him and he maintained the expressionlessness of his features, moving to sit and gesturing pointedly, seemingly unimpressed. “C'mon then.”

She needed no telling twice, climbed into his lap with ease, eager, one hand on his shoulder, the other at the back of his neck for leverage as she sank down on him, her hips shaking, despite the lack of surprise whining when his hand pushed down down on her thigh to force her down on him fully straight away, the other pressed flat to the small of her back to arch her into him, made the stretch burn blissfully.

The strangled moan so close to his ear had him drunk on her instantly, breathing her in, bending her body the way he liked as she started bouncing on him, though held herself back, the way she watched him offering the most exquisite view of her and he couldn't help but let her get what she want while drinking her in, the subtle shimmer of the oil dipping her body in a beautiful golden glow in the sun.

Her fingers were wound into his hair, his entire body tense when she pulled, then he relaxed, the tightness leaving his taunt muscles, his head shifting into her touch and she pulled again, couldn't get enough of the need on his face, the way his lips parted when she sank down on him, his eye twitching, his skin sheeny and beautiful, his chest heaving with breathlessness, the muscles in his neck tight, his collarbones prominent, jaw locked.

“'eeere she goes...”

The drawl of his voice, deep and guttural, shook her, had her sinking down on him further, wanting to feel more of him, though as much as he controlled her, she knew she'd struck a nerve, he was intensely aware of the fact that he held her full attention, could not possibly deny her what she wanted, but it wasn't just the way he filled her as possessively as she craved, wasn't who he was, she was looking right at him, right through him in a way he looked only at her. But she couldn't help herself, wanted to give him everything he gave her, working her hips faster into his, desperate to worship him. “Y-You're so hot, Alexander, f-fuck...”

“Jade,” he growled, his voice shaken with pleasure. He ached to take control of her. “I wanna fookin' ruin yeh...” His grip tightened on her, moving her.

“Oh my god...” she whined as he forced her down hard, reveled in the way he was unpredictable, uncontrollable when he lost himself in need. “Y-You do...”

He tutted, though couldn't quite hide how affected he was by the way she drew him in, her eyes desperate. “Let meh fook yeh rehyt, doll...” He bucked up his hips, almost let go then and there from the way she fell against him, cried his name. “Oh, sheh's close...” he taunted.

She clung to him, tried to keep the pace, but the pleasure was overwhelming her, the intensity of him taking over her body. “M-May I p-please...” she choked out helplessly.

He smoothed his hand up her back to arch her against him before his fingers came to close around her throat and he drew her back to look at her, a sunlit view of her face smooth and relaxed with overwhelming pleasure when she shook on his cock, the only leverage the way she squeezed him, was at his unconditional mercy as she let go and he instantly followed suit, his moan shaken by a breathy chuckle at the way she purred when he twitched inside her, filled her, knew she would have lost complete control of her posture had he not tightened his grip on her throat, amazed at the way she stared before her eyes rolled back into her head as he choked her, his ring pressed into her skin, her afterglow disrupted by another orgasm that made her tremble.

“Fooookin'ell, Jade...”

Her vision was a blur for a moment, her entire body tingling, the ocean rushing in her ear, the scent of it mixed with sweat and smoke and the sweet spice of the men that held her safely, his touch on her the only heightened sense and tangible for a moment, and she merely grew weaker when her eyes refocused and she saw the satisfied smile on his face, lifting her off him gently not to overwhelm her, but she wanted more, tried to steady herself on her knees when his hands cupped her face and he kissed her, the intensity of his lips urging, passionate, possessive and drawing back just before she would have run out of breath, staring up at him as he rose to his feet, brushed back his hair from his face and squinting up into the sun, stood in all his glory, shiny, sunkissed, toned, curved, sculpted flawlessly.

“Mio dio, I adore you...” she whispered.

His eyes widened, his head tilted to the side. “Darlin', c'mon...” he said, waving off the awe in her voice, though watching her closely as she came closer, crawled to him, lifted herself up shakily, her nails digging into his ass, grabbing a handful while her mouth enveloped him, licked him clean, lips wrapped tightly to suck around him, releasing him just before she could overwhelm him and he brushed her hair back lovingly before dragging her up and wrapping his arm around her to pull her close. “C'mon now...”

She blinked back at him, pressed herself closer, barely allowed a look at the softness in his eyes before he was kissing her again, forcing her lips apart in a breathless moan.

He was unable to contain himself, regretted now that he'd stopped her. “Fook, I can't get enouf of yeh,” he rasped as he drew back, the lust in her eyes irresistible. “Why dun't yeh get back down and I use yehr pretteh mouf until I'm readeh teh 'ave me way wif yeh...”

She needed no telling twice, sinking back down on her knees.

“Nice 'n slow though, doll,” he warned, stroking his fingers through her hair again, the deep drawl of his voice in contrast to the softness in his eyes, unable to conceal his own need for her. “Y'kno' yeh get greedeh...”

She stared up at him, licking her lips. “I love you, Alexander.”

He swallowed hard. “Fookin'ell, Jade...” His voice was trembling. “Pupa, ti adoro. Ti amo, amore mio.”

[mymedicine]

Love and Other Drugs

or, 5k of new bf harry

moodboard/inspo tag + my masterlist

sum - yacht parties are cool and all, but harry really just wants to spend more time with his girl

warnings - alcohol (have I even written a fic where both mc’s are sober the whole time yet lmao), light sexy stuff (lil bit of ch*king k*nk if you squint), swearing probably, harry being a little shit, fluff to the maxxxxx

notes - good lord, this fic has been the absolute death of me. I stg, murphy’s law is real. anyways, the driving home scene is completely inspired by real life events that once made me swoon, but now I am lonely and so so tired so pls be nice to me thx much love <3

“Hold still!”

Harry whined and craned his neck away from his girlfriend’s hand, but he wasn’t able to go far with his back flush against the car door. “No baby, we’re already late!”

“But you’ve got jam on you!” Y/N cried. She reached her fingers up to rub the reddish marks off of his face, but, once again, he turned his head away like a stubborn child. “And we wouldn’t have been late if you hadn’t spent two hours combing your hair.”

“S not jam, it’s lipstick,” He insisted, deliberately ignoring her second (valid) point.

“Whatever. It’s on your cheek.”

Y/N made one final attempt to clean him up, but this time, he managed to escape the circle of her arms. He ran backwards toward the dock, taunting her playfully as he went, “Come on, baby!”

“Harry!” Given no other choice, she frantically pushed the lock button on the car key and chased after her child—er, boyfriend. She winced as her high heels hit the asphalt, feet aching against the gold sandals already. He’d slowed down a little to give her a break, but she was still panting as she yelled, “You can’t go to a fancy yacht party with lipstick on your face!”

He finally stopped running—thank God, because they were right in front of the ship and the last thing Y/N needed was to embarrass herself (or rather, be embarrassed by her man-child boyfriend) within sight of all the famous people that would surely be onboard already.

“But I like it.” He pouted as she reached him, entwining his fingers with hers before she could use them to try to scrub his face again.

Before she could reply, a familiar Irish accent boomed over the loud purring of the boat’s engine, “Harry! Y/N!”

Y/N really hoped someone was keeping an eye on Niall tonight. It was barely dusk and he already looked a little too buzzed to be leaning over the railing on the top deck. She craned her neck up to look at him, giggling to herself at the flush in his cheeks and the blonde mess on top of his head.

“Welcome abooaaard!” He waved far more aggressively than was necessary.

“Happy birthday, Niall!” Y/N yelled back at him, blocking the bright sun with one hand—a hand she discreetly wrestled out of Harry’s.

Harry, too, looked upward and was squinting into the sky. The sun was just beginning its descent into the horizon, and soon the evening would be hanging behind the silvery moon. In the mean time, the sky was bright and painted with delicate strokes of soft pink and peachy orange.

While Harry waved back at his friend, Y/N took advantage of the distraction—and his exposed cheek.

Without warning, she hurled her hand up to his face and swiped at the pink mark as hard as she could.

“Hey!” Harry whipped his head back to her, mock hurt written all over his face.

Y/N flashed him a cheeky, victorious smile. “Got it!”

September in south Florida was as hot and humid as summer anywhere else. Even out at sea, with the cool ocean wind surging throughout the top deck of the yacht, it was plenty warm enough for the guests to enjoy the outdoors.

“H, can you hold my phone and keys in your pocket?”

Harry was standing awkwardly near the railing of the boat, fiddling absently with the plume of lace and chiffon on his black top. He still had a faint reddish mark on his cheek (she wasn’t sure if it was leftover lipstick or just irritated from her rubbing at it) that Y/N, despite the turmoil that had ensued over it, found very endearing. She always thought he was handsome. She had since the first day they met four months earlier. But tonight, he was positively glowing. He shined in the fabulous black number, his skin further brightened by the setting sun and the utter joy coursing through him (the entire flute of champagne he’d already downed certainly didn’t hurt, either).

He took the phone and keys from her while she admired him, happy to help her but not without a smart remark: “You should’ve worn the dress with the pockets, love,” he chastised her playfully, a smirk dressing his berry lips.

Y/N’s eyes widened, “You said you liked the pink on me!”

Choosing her dress for the night had been an ordeal that rivaled even Harry’s complicated hair routine. She’d originally chosen a black long sleeved one with pockets that was comfortable and appropriate and matched Harry’s own all-black ensemble (which he’d had picked out for weeks). Her boyfriend rejected the black dress, pointing out that she’d be hot it in because “It’s practically summer in Miami, love.” Instead, he chose a silky pink number, midi-length and tight in all the right places with a tastefully low cowl neckline. She’d dressed it up with a few gold bracelets and a single pearl earring in her left ear that, to her satisfaction, matched Harry’s. And yeah—it didn’t have pockets, but Harry liked it and it made her feel sexy and that’s all that mattered.

Harry hummed with a tight lipped grin. “Yeah, you’re right,” His tone was innocent, almost regretful as he looked her up and down. The pink sunset behind her was highlighting her figure just right, wind rushing through her hair, exposed skin supple and tempting. Harry was mesmerized by her.

His hands moved on their own accord to gently hold her by the waist. “Your ass looks really cute in the silk…I reckon the color makes your skin glow a bit, too. And matches your makeup, and looks nice with my earring…” He continued spewing some breathy compliments at her, even after she sort of stopped listening when a waiter holding a tray of delectable looking hors d'oeuvres caught her attention.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Of course, honey,” she replied (mostly) honestly. He was always a mushy little sap for her, but she truly did love the way he appreciated the little things she put effort into. “Thank you for noticing those little details.”

“You’re welcome. Know ya don’ just do it f’me though,” His ring clad fingers drummed against her waist, the metal cold through the thin silky material she wore. “Love that about you.”

Y/N cracked a smile in spite of the nervous shiver washing over her at his words. She couldn’t help but notice it was already the second time he’d said that word since they’d embarked. He was treading dangerously close to the vast, uncharted l-word territory. He’s a little buzzed, she reasoned with herself, despite also knowing it was silly because he’d only had a single champagne. But then again, he was a lightweight—and judging by the way he suddenly dropped her waist to chase down a passing waitress for two more glasses, he wouldn’t be slowing down any time soon. If he told her while he was drunk, would it really count?

He returned to her side, keeping one flute for himself and presenting the other to her. “Thank you, honey,” she said, grasping the stem of it (even though she still had a half full one resting precariously on the railing behind her). It was a fitting nickname for him, she thought. She hadn’t really meant for that to become her little pet name for him, but he loved it just as much as she did. “You’re sweet.”

“You’re sweeter,” her boyfriend hummed happily, “even when you’re checking out that waiter…”

“No! I wasn’t!”

“You kinda were,” He smiled cheekily at her.

“Was not.”

“’S alright, baby. He’s handsome. You’re allowed to have a little look.” But the way he held her protectively by the hip betrayed his words.

“You know I only have eyes for you,” If that wasn’t a hint, she didn’t know what was. “I’m just hungry. He was holding bacon wrapped shrimp, I think.”

“Mmm, me too,” Harry replied, the interaction already forgotten in favor of a savory snack. He tugged on her hand so they could follow that waiter, grumbling as they padded around the crowded deck. “Niall’s a fuckin ass for not serving dinner at an evening party.”

“Oh give him a break! It’s his birthday.” she let him pull her toward the middle where more people were gathered around the bar and admiring the decor—

“Is that an ice scultpure?”

Harry was right. It was a giant clear sculpture of a guitar made entirely out of ice. People were around it, admiring the intricacies and mingling and sipping on expensive looking drinks.

“How long you bet til it melts?”

“Not before Niall accidentally knocks it over,” Y/N laughed and gestured toward the man of the hour, who indeed was stumbling over his feet while trying to maintain a conversation with a group of several strikingly beautiful looking people—models? Probably.

It was obvious that Niall hadn’t planned this for himself. The whole thing was far too elegant and classy. His drunken ramblings were entertaining, sure, but he stood out amidst the black tie formals and live R&B music floating around the large deck of the luxurious vehicle.

Harry chased down the waiter and grabbed shrimp skewers for them both while Y/N continued quietly giggling at Niall’s antics.

Minutes drifted into hours as alcohol, shrimp skewers, and joyful conversation flowed liberally about the deck. Y/N had separated herself from Harry—much to his drunken dismay—to go and mingle with some of the “famous people.” She did it all on her own, confidently striding over and striking up a conversation with anyone worthy of her attention.

“Long time no see, mate.” Mitch’s voice interrupted Harry’s inner thoughts surrounding his girlfriend. He tore his eyes away from her and turned to face his friend, who was standing with his own girlfriend beside him.

“Been busy,” Harry replied.

Sarah’s eyebrows rose as a grin spread across her cheeks. She glanced at Mitch, who wore a matching one.

“You both have been quite busy, yeah?” Sarah cocked her head toward where Y/N was, grin widening along with Harry’s eyes.

Harry hid his smile in his glass, taking a large gulp of the bubbly. “What d’ya mean?” He asked innocently.

“We saw you staring at her, buddy.”

Well, fuck. He can’t exactly deny that. He was indeed watching her as she mingled with a group of people—exceptionally beautiful people. She fit in perfectly with the models, her smile bright and dress shiny, hips swaying tantalizingly to the beat of the drums. She engaged effortlessly in what looked like an exciting conversation with A-listers and held their attention with sweeping hand gestures. Even from across the deck, he swore he could feel her joy. Light just radiated off of her and sent a gentle flutter through his belly and a heat wave through his heart.

Sarah studied him. The way his eyes twinkled and his cheeks flushed with happiness…it was obvious. “You love her.” She deadpanned.

Harry shrugged in response, a knowing smile on his face which he didn’t bother to hide this time.

“You do!” It was Mitch this time, who wrapped an arm around Sarah and looked at her with the same happy smile his friend wore.

“No comment.” A twinge of jealously bit his heart as he watched a handsome brunette lean down to whisper something in his girlfriend’s ear. He frowned instinctively, picturing the man muttering flirtatious compliments or dirty suggestions to her like he should be doing right now.

Sarah continued to watch Harry watch Y/N, unsure if he was even listening anymore. “It’s alright to admit it. Love is a beautiful thing.”

“Don’t listen to her,” said Mitch, “it’s a drug!”

“Hey look!” Harry shouted a distraction, pointing somewhere behind the two of them. He spotted two waiters bringing out an impressive tiered cake swirled with white frosting and topped with those sparkling candles. “It’s time to sing for the birthday boy!”

The boat erupted in a cacophonous rendition of the birthday song as the cake was placed on top of the bar. Night had fallen over the deck, making the sparkly decorations shine blindly bright against the moonlight. Meanwhile, Niall was dancing hysterically among the crowds, even singing along to his own birthday song in a drunken spree. At the final, …to you! he performed a dramatic bow and roared, “Thank you, beautiful people!”

Applause died slowly as Niall began grabbing peoples’ faces to kiss their cheeks in thanks. Y/N looked around for Harry, quite certain that her boyfriend would be perfectly willing to accept a kiss from the birthday boy, especially when he was inebriated. Sure enough, she caught sight of him wrapped up in an embrace with the blonde, a wide smile on his face as Mitch and Sarah laughed hysterically at the interaction.

Harry accepted the cheek kiss, just as his eyes met hers over Niall’s shoulder.

“Y/N!” He screeched and broke the embrace. He started running over to her in an uncoordinated stride, limbs flailing and most definitely spilling alcohol on other peoples’ expensive clothes.

“Y/N!” he slurred, finally reaching her side, “Gimme a kissy!”

She laughed. “You just got kissies from Niall, honey.” “But I want your lipstick on me. Yeh wiped it off.” He frowned deeply, no—melodramatically as his hand cupped his own cheeks where the pink lipstick mark once was.

She called him a little baby but obliged anyways, stamping a firm lip shaped mark on one of his flushed cheeks. He grinned wildly in response and looked at her with that look in his eyes that she absolutely adored. He was looking at her like she was royalty, like she hung the moon and commanded the sea and granted miracles upon mere mortals such as himself.

“Wish I could give you one too…” Harry trailed off, eyes wandering around the room. “Maybe then all those hot models and waiters would leave you alone.”

“Aw, you jealous baby?”

He nodded shamelessly and, with a pouty look, tucked her into his arms. He pressed a series of hard kisses on her cheeks and temples, squeezing the silky pink fabric at her waist. The feeling made her heart squeeze in the most delightful way—chest tight and warm with…with love.

“Wanna go check out the lower deck?”

And Y/N hadn’t known this man too long, but it was long enough to know that he had anything but innocent intentions with his sweet request. She was still only nursing her third glass of bubbly, but Harry’s suggestive stare and wandering hands seemed to ignite the slight heat flowing through her veins into an inferno.

It engulfed them both as Y/N’s back hit the inside of the door to the lower deck bathroom.

Harry’s lips were soft and playful and sexy all at once—just like him. He trailed hot kisses down her cheeks and jaw much like he had earlier, only now there was no audience. No need to hold back. Only hot, sweet skin swathed in pink silk and black chiffon.

“You marked me already, ’s my turn.”

Just when she was feeling a little too sober, Harry’s words drenched her in the heat of desire. This was definitely a bad idea, but it didn’t sound like one when he put it like that.

His fingers slipped from her jaw and followed his lips down to her throat, enticing her with a gentle squeeze—a warning? Or a promise for later? Either way, this bathroom escapade was fucking sliced bread and she was putty in his hands.

He sucked harshly on the supple skin of her neck without warning. A gasp slips out of Y/N’s mouth and Harry’s ringed thumb pressed deeply into the center of her throat in reprimanding. His other fingers gripped the crook of her neck, just enough to make her head spin and keep her body pliant.

Meanwhile, his other hand slithered down the smooth silk to her waist, his hold on her heavy and warm. Harry’s swollen lips retracted from her bruised neck, not before pressing a few gentle pecks to the hickeys to soothe the pain.

Y/N felt dizzy with pleasure and enveloped in love. She couldn’t help but chase his lips for a few more desperate kisses as he pulled away from her neck. She suddenly wished she could admire the marks he’d left, but the glazed, hungry look in his eyes would definitely suffice. The little bathroom felt ten degrees warmer—leaving Harry looking hot and flushed and absolutely irresistible.

“You okay, baby?” Harry whispered in the tiny space between them, words slightly slurred and dipped in bliss.

Y/N nodded aggressively, letting her hands wrap around the back of his neck where his skin was hot and hair curled adorably. “Please kiss me again.”

He did as he was told, of course. His lips moved tenderly with hers and his hands trailed lower, gently caressing her waist and hips. His fingers started a course back up to her ass, this time taking the fabric of her dress with them.

Y/N’s head felt light as a feather, no thoughts besides Harry…Harry’s hands…Harry’s lips…Harry…

She curled her thighs around his hips and he responded effortlessly, hoisting her up by the backs of her thighs and pressing taut between the cold bathroom wall and his own hot chest. The temperature in the room seemed to rise impossibly then, the sounds of breathy moans and gentle sucking kisses seamlessly diffusing into the heat and surrounding them in a delightful symphony.

Y/N was thrilled by the way Harry’s tongue tasted like champagne—as sweet and plushy as always. She decided then that she would never get tired of the feeling of his mouth on hers, of the dizzying joyful feeling his lips gave her every single time.

“Harry…honey…”

“What ’s it pretty girl?”

The pet name in his raspy accent went straight to her core. She let out another shameless whine, squeezing his waist tighter with her legs.

“I need you, Harry…”

“Hm? Need what?”

She groaned—now he wanted to be a tease. After he’d gotten to give her the hickeys like he wanted.

“Harry, please.”

“‘M just messing, pretty girl. I know what you ne—“

Suddenly, a loud crash rang out in the little cabin. Y/N let out a screech and sprang away from Harry, landing awkwardly on her stiletto heels. Wide eyed, she and Harry both looked up toward the source of the sound. Muffled shouts followed, in the midst of a horrible shattering sound, like broken glass, or hail or—

“The ice sculpture!”

They were both wide eyed and panting and a little sweaty, hair tousled and lips swollen red.

“Oh shit,” There were more muffled shouts and some shuffling of feet above them. Even through the ornate ceiling of the bathroom, it was clear there was an ordeal going on up there.

Breathy pants lingered between them, and the room suddenly felt even smaller, even more swelteringly hot and stuffy. Of all things to ruin the heat of the moment…a fucking ice sculpture.

They looked at each other blankly, as if to say what the hell do we do now?

“Let’s head back up while everyone’s distracted.” It was Harry’s alcohol-induced idea, cooked up in his foggy brain.

“There’s no way we can go back to the party like this.” Y/N gestured between them—the sweaty foreheads, messy hair, skin dotted with hickeys, and most prominently, her boyfriend’s obvious arousal.

Harry sighed, glancing down at himself. “Let’s leave then.”

“What, you wanna swim home?”

Harry frowned, “Huh?”

“We’re on a fucking boat, dumbass.”

Harry looked away from her with wide eyes and burning cheeks. Right…Absently, he thought it was funny how she could go from making out with him against the wall of the bathroom, practically begging for more, to mercilessly making fun of him, all within seconds. His thoughts bled into his expression, a happy smile tugging on his lips as he thought about her and her unparalleled sex appeal and her cute laugh and her mock insults and her more and more.

And just like that, he was laughing. His wild laughter seemed to echo in the small bathroom. Despite their hot rendezvous being rudely interrupted, Y/N swore she could smell the happiness in the room—almost as poignant as the champagne on his breath.

Seconds later, she couldn’t help but join him in happy laughter.

Turns out, the fallen ice sculpture was even more of a hazard than they’d initially realized—so much so that the captain of the yacht demanded an early return to shore and a continuation of the party on land. Many patrons were disappointed by the early end to the yacht cruise, not including the birthday boy himself, who Y/N would be surprised if was still walking at this point.

As they sailed back toward the shore, Harry was nursing yet another flute of champagne while Y/N clung to him in the boat’s interior—half because she wanted to cover his erection from any passerbys, and half because she just really wanted to hold him. He’d also managed to produce a slice of cake on a porcelain plate, which he’d presumably snagged when he left her on the couch to find more alcohol.

“You look cute,” she mused at him while he chewed the forkful of cake she’d just slid into his mouth. She was sideways in his lap, bare feet rested on the arm of an expensive looking couch. She vaguely realized that this area of the boat was probably off limits for guests, but fuck it, she thought, no harm no foul.

“Hm?”

“I said, ‘you look cute.’” Y/N repeated. He really did look cute like that, with his face flushed and hair messy and a tinge of lipstick still lingering on his cheek.

“Oh yeah,” he mumbled with frosting still between his teeth, “I heard you the first time.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying. I take it back.”

“You can’t take it back!”

She gathered another forkful of cake and brought it up to his lips, “I just did.”

“Fine then,” He said, “I’ll just toss you overboard. Out of sight, out of mind.”

At that, Y/N gasped. She quickly turned her hand away and brought the cake into her own mouth, licking her lips for extra impact.

“Noooo!” He held her by the hip and dragged her even closer to him, as if she were about to get up and actually go overboard and take the cake with her. “I’m sorry baby, you’re cute, too. So cute. Like, so cute that I can’t believe you like me.”

Like? I think I more than like you.

“I can’t believe it, either.”

The words were on the tip of her tongue, dancing around in the tiny space between their lips like electricity. Harry leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, sucking on her bottom lip as if trying to pull them out of her.

Yet again, they were interrupted. This time by a loud horn blare and the captain’s voice over the intercom. “Land, ho!”

“Finally.” Harry sighed in relief, already trying to stand up from the couch, “Can you take me home now, please.”

“We can’t just leave when the party’s still going! What about Niall?” Y/N pressed her hands against his chest to slow him down.

“Niall won’t remember a damn thing.”

She considered his words. He wasn’t wrong; Niall had already knocked over the ice sculpture, after all.

“Take a left here,”

“Here?”

“Ye—wait, no.” Harry slurred, shaking his head from the passenger seat.

But his girlfriend had already turned the wheel to the left, inevitably sending the car in the wrong direction, again.

“Shit, M’ sorry baby.” he said with a drunken giggle.

“Good lord Harry…”

She threw the car into a random driveway, grumbling as she executed a clumsy K-turn.

She could hear the cranky frown in Harry’s voice as he groaned, “You’re a shit driver.”

“Well you’re a shit navigator!” Y/N looked over and gave him a pointed look. But the look only fell on his droopy, half-open eyes. “Where the fuck do I go?”

A beat of silence passed as Harry’s head lolled around. He hummed a bit, imitating the low rumble of the car’s engine. Finally, he murmured, “Keep goin’ straight.”

“Are you sure?”

He didn’t reply, just turned to look at her with that mischievous drunken smile.

“Aw fuck, no. We passed it up.”

“Harry!” She couldn’t help but laugh. Despite her annoyance, his antics were amusing. “Are you sure you actually know where you live?”

“Of course I know where I live!”

Y/N sped into another middle-of-the-road U-turn, and Harry dramatically fell into her lap with a low yell.

“Slow down, you minx! Gonna get us killed!”

“You’re so dramatic, Harry. If you’d just tell me where the fuck you live!”

“Can’t remember.”

She craned her head up to ceiling, letting her own eyes fall shut as she inhaled her frustration.

“Okay, fine. It’s that blue one over there.” He gestured vaguely to the right, but it was too dark to see the colors of the houses anyways.

Y/N let out her deep breath, “Somehow I don’t believe you.”

His growing smirk gave him away. After only a few seconds, his foggy brain would not allow him to contain his giggles.

“Harry!” she whined. He was always kind of silly and clingy, but the excessive alcohol made him an actual baby. He was still laying in her lap over the center console.

“Why are you like this?”

He pouted, feigning hurt. “Maybe I just wanna spend more time with you.”

Y/N’s fingers loosed on the wheel. She slowed the car to a stop against on of the curbs in the quiet neighborhood, poised under the soft light of a street lamp. Her annoyed expression softened and the familiar urge washed over her—the urge to kiss his cheeks and tell him she loved him and squeeze him tight and never let him go. How could one person be so annoying yet so fucking adorable?

She pushed his hair back (not without thinking about how he would’ve scolded her for messing it up at the beginning of the night when he had been sober, but now he was far too drunk to care) and wrapped an arm around his neck. It was definitely an awkward position and Harry couldn’t have been comfortable like that, but he didn’t seem to mind. He held her arm in both hands and snuggled into her lap as she cooed at him. “Aw, baby. You could’ve just told me.”

“But we’ve only been together for a little bit…and I don’t want ya to get sick of me.”

“Could never get sick of you, honey. Not even if I wanted to,” she said earnestly, continuing to stroke her fingers gently through his curls.

“Really?”

Now if that wasn’t a hint…this man was even stupider than she thought. In spite of his endearing idiocy, Y/N still could not resist the urge to just love him.

The idea that he could possibly love her back crossed her mind several times, especially in the past few weeks.

But they’d only been officially for a month and a half…was it too soon? Would she scare him off? Was there some unwritten rule of love to wait until they’d at least seen each others’ homes? Although, if she did tell him now, Harry was so drunk he may not even remember. If it went horrifically wrong, maybe she could forget it happened. (No, she definitely would not ever be able to forget if that happened, but the lie comforted her a little nonetheless). But if it went well, she’d be more confident telling him again when he was sober tomorrow. And at last, she didn’t even think she could hold the words in for another second while he was cuddling into her and kissing her arms like a baby kitten.

“I love you, Harry.”

“You do?!”

Suddenly, he seemed alarmingly sober.

“Ugh, yes. How could I not?”

He looked appalled, really. As if the idea of her loving him was absolutely insane. “Well, I annoy you, I kiss you in public, I drink too much, I spend way too much time on my hair, I’m not as handsome as that waiter…”

“And you’re pretty stupid.” Y/N interrupted with her own addition to the growing list.

“Yeah, you’re right. I am pretty dumb…But,” he paused, flipping over in her lap to look her in the eyes, “I did get one thing right.”

“What’s that?” She asked, fondly stroking his gelled hair with trembling hands.

“Falling in love with you.”

And loving him was that easy, as easy as sipping champagne and eating cake and falling overboard. She loved his flamboyance, his confidence, his kindness. She loved his silly tattoos and his bunny teeth and the little scar under his chin and the faint lipstick stain on his cheek. She loved the way they teased each other like children. She loved the way his mouth felt against hers. She loved the way he adored her. And so, she couldn’t help but smile wide.

“Alright, let’s add you’re super cheesy to that list, too…”

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The Island of Maravu

The Island of Maravu

Chapter 1 - Rum-Soaked Googlefest

Pairing: Starker AU (Peter is 22)

Rated: Overall: E / Chapter: M ish because Tony is a mood? =)

Status: WIP

Summary: The Avengers are in shambles and Tony Stark just needs to get out from under the fallout. So, he does what every genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist does - he buys an island. Maravu is just the escape Tony is looking for, until one morning a beautiful young man arrives with secrets and a smile that makes Tony’s broken heart beat again.

Some Tags: AU, A little angst, Smut and Fluff is the goal here people but I can’t just do that apparently without backstory and plot. No real trigger warnings that I can think of unless water or storms are an issue for you. If you run into something I didn’t think of, let me know.

“Mr. Stark, we’re here.”

Tony jumped as someone rapped sharply at his door. He blinked at the ceiling and drew a deep breath of ocean air. For a moment his mind was blissfully blank. He stretched and rolled to his side to find himself staring at the open balcony doors of what was clearly not his bedroom.

A…yacht? Huh.

He frowned, trying to remember how he’d gotten on a boat. And then the memories flooded back through the haze of booze and whatever he’d been smoking before he’d fallen asleep.

“When are you ever gonna learn, Stark. If you can’t remember what happened, that was probably the goal?” He sat up and reached for his head, hoping to quiet the death metal band inside. Through gritty eyes, he spied a half-finished glass of scotch on his bedside table.

“Hair of the dog,” he murmured and grimaced as he swallowed what remained in the glass.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Oh, that wasn’t a nightmare then,” he said to himself. He didn’t know someone’s voice could be so grating. But Janice had a gift and she used it – constantly.

“Give me a minute, Janice,” he said, relieved by the retreating staccato beat of her heels. He sighed, scrubbed a hand over his face before sliding grabbing his glasses from the table.

“Friday, where are we?”

“Good morning, Boss. We’ve arrived at your destination, the Fiji Islands, specifically the island of Maravu, which you now own.”

Right…Fiji.

With a groan, Tony got to his feet and indulged in a good scratch. He hated the tiny bathroom and flipped it off as he shuffled through the open balcony door.

“I’m a fucking billionaire. You’d think all that money could buy a god damned yacht with a bathroom big enough to change more than my mind,” he murmured, fishing his cock from his boxers. He closed his eyes and let go with a satisfied groan. Bladder empty, Tony tucked himself away and opened his eyes, scanning the shoreline.

Paradise.

He’d earned it right? A little getaway, a break from the constant stream of shit his life had become. Tony was tired - tired of waking up every day haunted by the ghosts of his past, absent and broken friends. Choked by oppressive guilt, and the weight of his own fucking legacy, Tony spent most nights deep in a bottle, avoiding reality when he could and numbing it when he couldn’t.

Despite all the drama and people’s opinions of the Avengers, Pepper managed to keep Stark Industries afloat. The stock market had been a bit of a roller coaster ride for a bit but with Pepper at the helm, SI rose from the ashes. He couldn’t say the same for his relationship though. Pepper made it clear that she couldn’t be more than his friend and CEO.

Tony couldn’t blame her. Pepper knew how to read people; she was a wizard in the boardroom - a master negotiator. But the stress and worry of being the girlfriend of a superhero with more issues than Playboy wore her out. In the end, she had no choice but to go and Tony just didn’t have the energy to fight anymore. Betrayal – it may as well be carved upon his tombstone. He’d known the bitter taste all his life. The latest round had nearly killed him.  

So, Tony needed a break, a change of pace, new air. When he ran across paradiseforsale.com during one rum-soaked Googlefest, he knew he’d found the answer to his prayers.

Mr. Emori Umbari, a bankrupt and desperate coconut farmer sold the island to him for a song, with the agreement that he and the existing hands would stay on to work the coconut plantation under Stark Industries after some substantial upgrades were complete. Mr. Umbari and the handful of families who worked the plantation were thrilled they wouldn’t have to move, and Tony planned to build a private home on the other side of the island where he hoped to find some peace.

Maravu - a name that literally meant calm was his. Over three thousand acres of tropical paradise and white sandy beaches. An Island Owner’s starter pack, Maravu had everything he needed - simple lodging, plumbing, and livestock. Everything but electricity. The plantation ran off generators and windmills before a bad storm had destroyed over half their crop and taken out the windmills. Mr. Umbari took out a loan to float him through the rough patch. They struggled for over a year, unable to scrape together enough cash to replace the windmills.

 Electricity, Tony could supply with no problem.

 "Mr. Stark,“ Janice called through the door again. Tony winced. But he couldn’t ignore her forever. Janice Morrison, the owner of paradiseforsale.com, had insisted on handling his case personally.

 "Come in,” he mumbled, rummaging through his suitcase for clothes.

Tall, blonde, and everything Tony would normally have woken up next to that morning, Janice looked as though she’d gotten plenty of sleep and hadn’t had a drop of alcohol last night.

Her eyes widened when she saw him. Pressing a clipboard to her chest, she smiled all Cheshire catlike. She drank him up, gaze settling on the center of his chest to patch of newly grown skin they’d never quite been able to make perfect.

“Mr. Stark, when you’re ready to go ashore, we have a boat waiting,” she purred. Well, she tried. It came out sounding more like the air being let out of a balloon. “The residents have prepared a small reception for you. After that, Mr. Umbari and I will take you on a tour of the island and answer any questions you might have.”

“Is this really necessary?” he asked with a grimace. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want any pomp and circumstance. He just wanted to unload his things and get to work.

“Mr. Umbari seemed to think so, Sir.” Janice sat down on his rumpled bed, crossed one long leg of the other. “The families are grateful to you.”

If they only knew.

“Do they know who I am? he asked.

"Everyone knows who you are, Sir,” she said, looking up at him through lowered lashes.

Tony bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. He knew what she wanted. And maybe, on any other day, he’d have given it to her.

Give her mouth something else to do other than talk.

He just wasn’t in the mood. She wanted the Tony Stark experience - a hot, quick fuck against the railing over the ocean, some champagne and dirty talk. But Tony didn’t have it in him.

Tony nodded. “Give me a chance to get dressed and we’ll get this over with,” he said, meeting her heated gaze with pursed lips and a raised eyebrow.

Her expression cooled with disappointment. But she nodded and smiled. “Certainly, Sir. I’ll wait for you on deck.”

Tony watched her go and when the door closed behind her, he let out a sigh. He reached under the bed and pulled out the case he’d stowed there the night before. He hesitated, considering his options.

I should just put it on, fly over myself, meet the islanders and give them a little thrill.

He frowned. Iron Man, The Avengers - at best, they made the people uneasy. In some circles, they were downright hated. Tony heaved the case onto the bed and popped it open. Red and gold metal gleamed in the sun streaming through the windows. He couldn’t leave it there; he was much too paranoid for that. But he’d come to Maravu for solitude. Parading Iron Man around the island wasn’t the way to do that.

Tony closed the case and headed for the tiny shower, determined to make a good impression on his new neighbors.

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[deathbyseventeen]

The Switch || Christmas 2019 AU

TITLE: The Switch || Bodyswitch AU || Christmas 2019  

MC: Joshua Hong, F-Reader 

GENRE: Angst, Pinning, Romance

WORDS: 11.5k 

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Author’s Notes: My biggest post of the year? Nope that goes to the Steampunk!Hoshi x Technological!Reader fic I believe. Anyways, this post is 2 years in the making so I hope it gets some love! 

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DECEMBER 24TH

In what could only be described as a small ballroom, though in reality it was just a more-than-large bedroom, a twenty-one-year-old, amber haired boy, stared attentively at the oval-shaped standing mirror that held his smirking reflection.

Without taking his eyes off it, his right hand reached over to the glossy mahogany counter next to him. His fingers trailed carefully over the items on it. A silver ring in need of polishing, a simple gold chain necklace, a single silver-plated cross piercing.

He could tell what they were without having to look at them, with just the tips of his fingers.

It wasn’t long before he came across the gold-encrusted Rolex he was looking for. Without taking his eyes off his reflection, he managed to put it on. It was then that he stopped staring at himself, if only the reflection of his face, and admired the reflection of the gold watch on his wrist.

“Looking good,” he whispered to himself.

A knock came from the door, “Joshua?”

“Come in,” he answered.

It was his friends, though he really only saw them as acquaintances. Y/N L/N,  only two years younger than him, dressed in an expensive gala outfit, came through the door. Your simple black flats made a padding sound against the polished, hardwood, dark mahogany floor. Yoon Jeonghan, in his own expensive dark gray blazer, cotton slacks, and black oxfords, walked in behind you.

“Joshua, oh,” you stopped for a second taking him in, “you’re already ready?”

“Of course,” he answered as he pulled on and popped his blazer.

“Great.” You replied happily, bouncing on your flats. “My parents sent our driver to take us to the Christmas charity gala. It starts in two hours but we’re suppos—”

“Let me stop you there,” Joshua interrupted you, “I didn’t even know there was some gala our parents wanted us to go to.”

“But—”

“I’m actually going to Nayoung’s yacht party. Started when the sun went down. I’m late.”

Joshua turned away from his reflection, for the first time since he had begun dressing, to look at you and Jeonghan. “I was wondering why you guys were here.”

Truth be told he had known both of you since you were babies, but still, he managed to forget about you both all the time.

Jeonghan let out a huff, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “We’ve had to attend this gala since we were thirteen. And you’re ditching it to go to Nayoung’s tantrum party? You get she’s only throwing that to get on her parents' nerves.”

“Yeah,” Joshua smirked, “but there’ll be tons of hot girls there.”

He grabbed a bottle of cologne and spritzed it on himself. “Why aren’t you guys ditching? Oh…,” he trailed off suddenly looking at the both of you pityingly, “were you guys not invited?”

While you looked at Joshua with hurt written all over your face, Jeonghan looked at him challengingly, an eyebrow raising.

He laughed as if Jeonghan were only joking around, “Like I said, I’m late. So, lock the front door when you let yourselves out, yeah?” He brushed past you both, not bothering to close the door and a few seconds later the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed throughout his house.

You turned to Jeonghan. But, before you could speak, he lifted a finger to ask you to wait. A second later, the sound of an engine could be heard roaring to life and racing down the streets.  _______________________________________________________________________

You and Jeonghan sat on velvet, red cushion chairs, in front of a circular table that had twelve dinner plates and an assortment of glasses and cutlery lining it, along with a poinsettia bouquet as a centerpiece. There were place cards on each plate. You stared sadly at the one on your left.

The place card had Joshua’s name on it.

“Y/N,” Jeonghan whined. He nuzzled his face onto your right shoulder and he wrapped his arms around your waist. “He’s not worth it. He’s only gotten worse since we were kids.”

“I still like him though,” you answered sadly, reaching to grab the place card and hide it into the bouquet of Christmas flowers.

“No one should like bratty rich kids, especially you, Miss Donates-Money-Every-Week.” He pushed himself off of you and righted himself in his own chair. “He’s not worth it.” He mumbled playing with a ring on his left hand’s index finger.

You drooped like a flower without water. “I know.”

“Hey, guys!” A cheery voice came up behind you guys, making you jump.

“Xiyeon, Roa, hi,” you greeted with a smile.

“You’re early, that’s great!” Xiyeon bounced.

“I’m sorry for her,” Roa smiled, “she’s a bit excited since this is her training year before she joins me on the committee.” She gestured at their matching outfits: red, high-waisted, wide-leg dress pants and simple white button shirts. The only difference in their outfits being their hairstyles. Roa had straight black hair with bangs. Xiyeon had wavy long black hair.

“I’m sorry to intrude, but I couldn’t help but notice that you weren’t part of the committee this year. You’re always a member of the committee.” You could feel the unspoken question lingering in the air.

“Yes, well, I decided that I wanted to sit with my friend in the back this year and participate in the festivities.”

“Wonderful,” She smiled. “We should get going, double-check everything is ready before the gala starts. Xiyeon.”

“Wait,” She said as Roa began to walk away, “This seat doesn’t have a place card.”

“No one must have been assigned to that seat.” Jeonghan laughed, running a hand through his dyed, white hair.

“No, there was. I remember. I memorized the seating chart. It was….” Xiyeon said, concentrating on the plate, willing the name to return.

“Joshua’s ditching again, correct?” Roa, provided before Xiyeon could remember, lips in a thin smile. She looked at you expectantly for an answer.

“No,” You replied.

“Place card in the bouquet?”

“...Yes,” You nodded finally, giving in.

Roa extended an arm towards you, “The only reason I continue to order a place card for him is to keep appearances.”

You nodded wordlessly and took the place card you had hidden in the bouquet to hand to her.

She looked at it for a second before ripping it in half. “You look beautiful in that knee-length dress, Y/N. Silk for the bodice and tulle for the bottom, right?” She hummed suddenly, “Are those diamonds on the waistband? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear something so expensive before.”

She nodded at you both, “Come along, Xiyeon.”

When they were gone you looked at Jeonghan with a forlorn on your face.

“Oh look, they decorated the Christmas tree so nicely this year,” he nodded to the front of the ballroom, where at the top of a grand staircase with red velvet carpet sat a large Christmas tree.

It was surrounded by tables where the objects that were going to be put for auction at the end of the dinner had been placed. On one of them, a shiny, silver men’s watch caught your eye.

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Joshua got to Nayoung’s yacht party when it was already in full swing. Christmas lights decorated its side and strobe lights cast lines of colorful light into the sky. Music could be heard pounding against the metal of the boat and reverberating into the ocean. Its surface rippled as the people inside the yacht raved.

On the dock, the captain’s first mate waited for the last guest. He stood beside the white, metal boarding steps that led onboard, stone-faced and alone. He knew perfectly well who they were forcing him to wait for.

After haphazardly parking his car, Joshua smirkingly strode up to the boarding steps, ignoring the first mate.

“Name?” The first mate asked as he stepped in front of Joshua and blocked his path. He looked down at the clipboard in his hands, studying it like Joshua wasn’t actually late.

“Joshua Hong,” Joshua answered brusquely. He paused for a second, glaring at the first mate, dusting off his form-fitting, black blazer passive-aggressively even though he wasn’t watching. Then, without waiting for the first mate to allow him onto the yacht, he stepped onto the boarding steps and made his way up.

Clenching his teeth, the first mate followed behind him and motioned at the crew at the top to alert the Captain that they would soon be ready to leave dock.

Joshua smirked when he stepped on deck. Nayoung leaned against a white wall in a tight, small black dress. Her long black hair splayed over her shoulders.  

“Fashionably late?” She asked teasingly, twirling a piece of her hair.

“Reasonably late,” He corrected with a sly smile, throwing her a wink.

“You’re the last one. Now we can leave the dock.”

“Let's get the party started,” Joshua cheered. Without a second to waste, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the heart of the party.

He skipped the dance floor and threw some winks and lip bites at a group of girls that were grinding against their partners until he reached the bar.

“Two whiskeys,” He ordered, yelling over the music, “and make it quick.”

Nayoung seated herself on the stool to his left and tapped her fingers against the marble tabletop. When the two glasses of whiskey were placed in front of them, Joshua turned to the bartender and snapped at him.

“Bring the bottle. Did you think this would be enough?”

The bartender went scurrying off. In the few seconds it took for them to come back with the bottle, Joshua and Nayoung had already finished their drinks.

Joshua, liking the burn going down his throat, turned to Nayoung, and smirking said, “Let’s get shit faced.”

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The master clock on board the ship ticked 11:50pm when Joshua Hong decided that he was done partying for the day. It was the earliest he had ever decided to leave a party. But, with the concoction that was brewing in the pit of his stomach-- a combination of whiskey and tequila, he felt like he needed to go to sleep as soon as possible.

It was something he had never felt before even when he drank more than he thought he did that night.

He felt weird.

He felt odd.  

So, he found himself feeling his way down into the cabins, his face against the cool, white, metal walls. The sound of the engines running traveled up the walls and through his body. He took small steps, his feet feeling out the grooves of the carpet as to not fall.

Then, when he reached the stairs that led below deck, he sat down and took his descent one step at a time. After all, everything was blurry and he felt like something was pulling his body forward rather than he moving it forward.

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Seungcheol Choi was freezing his ass off, to say the least. While the sea mist sprayed his face, the sea breeze slapped it. Even in his large black coat, thick work pants, and heavy work boots, he could still feel the cold air seeping through and clinging to his body.

He felt like he could say that in his twenty-two years of life he had never felt anything as cold as the sea at night, during winter.

“I fu-fucking hate this,” Jihoon Lee stuttered, the cold of the sea, hitting his face. His teeth chattered, and with crossed arms he folded into himself, trying to keep warm. The clothes he wore, almost an exact copy of Seungcheol’s, failed to keep him warm as well. The black beanie on his head was a small solace.

He was twenty-one and in as much danger of getting arrested as Seungcheol was.

“W-We should have stolen a better boat,” he said, shivering. “Or m-maybe none at all,” he grumbled.

Seungcheol cupped his hands together and blew the warmest air he could into them. “We have no choice. We do this and we have the money we need to give our family a real Christmas dinner.”

He looked at Jihoon, “A Christmas dinner, Ji. Just one. One. For our brothers.”

Jihoon nodded, running his hands down his red face. There was nothing more for Jihoon to say. He understood what Seungcheol was trying to do and although he thought there were thousands of ways that it could wrong...

“Now,” Seungcheol told him.

Jihoon nodded. He pulled the string that started their small boat’s engine and steered it towards the yacht they had been eyeing all night long. He stopped under a row of portholes on the side of that looked deserted. The side that was hidden from those on land but not those farther out in the sea.

“We can use these as steps to get into the boat,”  Seungcheol nodded at Jihoon’s observation.

“You stay here. I’ll go alone.”

Jihoon balked. “What?”

“I’m going alone.”

“That’s too dangerous. I’ll go with you.”

Seungcheol smiled, “You’re staying here.” Then, ignoring Jihoon’s cries of protest, he pushed himself onto the first porthole.

Groaning, Jihoon maneuvered himself underneath Seungcheol and began pushing him upwards, helping him reach the next porthole.

Then, Seungcheol stumbled over the railing and into the boat. When he gathered his bearings, he looked over the railing, gave Jihoon a thumbs up and mouthed for him to stay.

After a moment, he gave his back to Jihoon and let out a sigh of relief.

If anything went wrong and he went down, at least he would go down alone.

Taking steps forwards was troubling for him. The sea rocked the yacht and it made him feel as if at any moment he would be thrown over the railing and into the ocean.

He supported himself against the wall and took big steps forward, hoping that it would mean things would go by faster. To his relief, he didn’t have to walk far before he found a door labeled “Hallway to Cabin Stairway.”

He grinned like a madman as he pulled the door open and fell forward. The hallway looked impossibly long. Like before, he took a deep breath and then giant steps forward, quickly now, wanting to reach the stairwell.

When he reached it and began his descent, he practically skipped over most of the steps. If anyone had been there to watch him they would say he fell down the stairs. But Seungcheol, he flew down the stairs because of his strong will to get the job down.

He rested at the bottom for a couple seconds, hand against the wall, watching as the hallways rocked from side to side.

Until they didn’t.

A shuddering breath left him as he pushed himself off the wall and walked down the rest of the hall and through the door and into the cabins hall. He tried the first door on his left-- locked. Then the one on the right-- locked.

He let out a frustrated huff but kept walking forward.

The next door, the one on his right was already slightly ajar.

He grinned.

He pushed the door open and almost danced in giddiness. An arrange of coats and purses were lying across the large cabin. It was a room larger than any he had ever seen, bigger than any room he had ever been in. It almost made him angry. But, the possibility of the loot in front of him drove the anger away, if only for a moment.

He dove forward, grabbed the first bag he saw and dug through it. One hundred and fifty dollars.

“Rich people,” he laughed.

It took him five minutes in all his giddy happiness to dig through all the coats and bags. It was 11:58 when he finished; and, with his own bag clutched in his hands, he scurried out of the room and headed to the one directly across from it.

The door was closed but unlocked. It was pitch black when he opened the door. His fingers felt around the wall for a switch. Then froze when the lights came on.

Another man his age, he guessed, whined at the sudden influx of light. He sat up and glared at Seungcheol, taking him for a crew member. “Turn off the fucking lights.”

Seungcheol nodded and did as told. He took some steps backward, backed into the hallway, and closed the door before another word could be said. He had just opened the next door when the man from before came tumbling out, pointing a finger at him.

“Fucking thief!” Crap.

The guy looked horrible as if he were about to hurl. Yet despite his obvious illness, the guy stumbled forward and shoved Seungcheol into the door frame.

Groaning because the back of his head hit the frame, Seungcheol dropped to his knees and crawled down the hallway. He narrowly avoided the swift quick that the guy aimed at him.

Then the rocking came back.

Seungcheol stood up and stumbled forward, throwing a punch. It hit the guy’s nose and sent him stumbling backward. The man fell to the floor.

It took almost no time for him to stand up and throw a punch himself. He missed but it grazed Seungcheol’s mouth.

Seungcheol laughed. He could feel a trickle of blood trailing from the corner of his mouth.

Like bulls, they charged at each other. Each of them aiming at the faces of the other.

Stalemate.

In an act of desperation, Seungcheol lunged at the man and kicked him in the gut. The man stumbled backward and hit the back of his head against a door frame again.

Then, as Seungcheol neared the man and readied to kick him once more, a rumbling sound filled the halls and the boat rocked harder than it ever had before.

They didn’t notice.

Water started to seep through the doors of the upper hallway. It slithered down the velvety, red carpet and down the stairwell. A puddle began forming on the carpet of the hallway until even that became a stream. Even Seungcheol’s bag of loot started to drift from where he had dropped it when the man first hit him. It wasn't until they both pushed each other and fell face-first onto the floor that they realized water was beginning to accumulate.

To their dismay, it was too late. Not a minute after they both dizzily stood up did a canon of water shoot down from the stairwell.

A second later, they were out cold and drowning.

That was 12:00:00, December 25th.

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DECEMBER 25TH

You paced back and forth in the dimly lit hallway of the emergency waiting room of a hospital.

It was four in the morning and the lights were yet to be turned on. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t anybody in the hospital. Even besides the patients, doctors, and nurses, there was a group of raggedy dressed young men sitting on some of the area’s chairs.

Nayoung Lim was sitting a couple of seats away from where Jeonghan had taken a seat, a towel wrapped around her soaked body.

The gala had been nearing its end when you had gotten a call on your cell. 12:30 am and Joshua’s parents were frantically screaming for you to go to the hospital over the phone.

Joshua had been in a sinking yacht. He had been rescued, unconscious, and with water in his lungs, from the hallway of the sleeping quarters the boat.

What had he been doing there? His blood was heavily intoxicated! He was supposed to be at the gala with you and Jeonghan!

The tears came almost instantly and instead of words, hiccuped gasps escaped you. From that, they gathered almost instantly that you weren’t responsible for whatever their son was going through.

Jeonghan had stolen the phone from your hands and brought it up to his own ears. He asked what was wrong after noticing it was Joshua’s mother on the phone.

It was Jeonghan that dragged you to your family’s limo.

It was Jeonghan that told the driver where to go.

It was Jeonghan that kept you from screaming your lungs off at Nayoung.

“Look we want to apologize,” a tall boy with round glasses stood up from his seat, “your friend probably got stuck there because of our brother—”

“Your thief of a fucking brother. He was stealing my friend’s property! Joshua is here because of him.”

“Oh, shut up! It's your fault Joshua was even there in the first place!” You yelled, turning around to lunge at her.

Jeonghan sprang to his feet and blocked your path, holding you back by pinning your arms to your sides.

“My fault?” She scoffed, “Joshua’s a big boy, he can make his own choices; and want a big boy he is.” She smirked flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Rage seethed through you. Everything was tinted red in your vision but, Jeonghan didn’t let you act on it.

Nayoung smirked at your restrained state. Then, remembering where she was and who was there. She turned to the group of six boys and glowered at them, “Consider yourself fucking sued.”

Before you could yell at her again, Jeonghan spoke, “For what?” He scoffed, “For coming to see their brother at the hospital? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Their brother--”

“Their brother did nothing. You’re the sole person responsible for everyone on that boat,” he glared at her.

“Look at them, they’re poor! He was stealing.”

“Do you have any proof of that?” You glanced at the group of boys against the opposite wall, noting for the first time what Nayoung was referring to. Their clothes were falling apart at the seams.

Nayoung looked at him indignantly. But before she could speak, a doctor came out from the emergency room in scrubs. She looked at the room curiously then looked down at the clipboard in her hands.

“For Joshua Hong?”

“That’s me!” Nayoung practically screamed.

“That’s not true!” You growled. “We’re--” you motioned between Jeonghan and you, “the one’s here for him.”

“Alright.” The doctor interjected. “Either of you family?”

“No.” You frowned, “They aren’t here. But, his mother sent us in her place.”

“Paperwork?”

“Filed.” You said, handing her a copy of the paperwork you had to fill out when you had gotten there. You could feel Nayoung glaring behind you.

“Alright,” she said, reading over the names on the forms, “follow me.”

You smirked at Nayoung as you walked past her. Jeonghan pulled you along, forcing you to keep walking before you could do anything; and, before the doors slid closed behind you, you took a glance at the group of boys. All except one were staring at the ceiling to avoid looking in Nayoung’s direction.

They had been left in the lion's den and they knew it.

But, the short one with a chopped up black sweater was staring in your direction. His eyes were rimmed with red. You looked at each other for a few seconds before he looked away.

Then the door closed.

The doctor and Jeonghan were waiting for an elevator to come down when you caught up to them not so far away. It took you to the 20th floor where Joshua had been given his own private room.

You ran when she gave you the room number, leaving Jeonghan behind with her.

The hallway was slippery but it did nothing to stop you as you ran. The dim lighting was barely enough to look at the plaques on the walls and read their numbers. When you finally found it, you rushed inside and forgot to even close the door before breaking into tears again.

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When Seungcheol woke up there were bright lights in his face and an incessant beeping in his ears. His face felt swollen and awkward but his back felt like he had been sleeping on clouds. He really didn’t want to open his eyes.

When he yawned and tried to stretch, he realized there was something holding him down. His eyes flew open. He turned his head to look down at his left hand without sitting up.

There was a girl holding his hand. A girl he had never seen before, but couldn’t help noticing was really pretty. Who was he to reject a pretty gir--

‘Wait,’ he thought to himself. He glanced down at his hand again and froze. Since when did he have such long fingers… His hand did not look like this hand he realized then screamed.

The girl beside him woke up and instantly attempted to calm him. She rubbed circles onto his hand with the pad of her thumb. With her other hand, she reached over to press the blue button that called a nurse.

“Joshua! Joshua, calm down! Please calm down. Everything's going to be okay! Joshua! Joshua!” She cried.

“Who’s Joshua?!” He screamed. “I’m not Joshua! I’m not Joshua!” As he repeated, screaming and thrashing in his bed as a nurse injected sedatives into his IV bag.

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DECEMBER 26TH

Joshua woke up groaning, twisting and turning on a bed that looked like it belonged in the trash. The springs were broken and the stuffing was spilling out from the sides. It had been slept on one too many times. Signs of its previous owners were permanently imprinted onto it.

Like a prince with a pea under his mattress, he complained until someone came into the suffocatingly dry, concrete room.

“Coups,” he heard, “What’s wrong?”

“What the hell is a Coups and what is it doing in my room,” he groaned.

“What?” He heard and this time opened his eyes. His eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Coups?” They asked.

“What?” He asked this time. Suddenly, his surroundings started to come into focus and he couldn’t help but sit up in a flash. He was surrounded by four concrete walls devoid of any color. Bits of concrete were beginning to chip and when he looked at the ceiling, it looked like it was about to crumble.

“Where the hell am I?” He asked slowly. Disbelief was beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach.

He turned to look at the person who had been talking to him and balked. He didn’t know the person standing in front of him.

The boy had a long face, black hair, and round glasses. He wore clothes that didn’t fit him and were falling off of his shoulders, and he had a book in his hands.

“Who the hell are you?”

The boy didn’t have time to answer, not that he really could. He was too confused at his brother’s frantic state.

Joshua looked around again and stopped when he spotted a mirror. A boy he didn’t know was staring back at him. Long face, thick lips, big nose, black hair….

He lifted a hand to wave at the boy and when he mimicked him simultaneously, he screamed and scrambled off the bed. He ran his hands over his face and cried.

Freaked out, the boy rushed out the door and locked it. Despite being in a different room and getting farther from the first, he could still be heard screaming for someone else. “Woozi! Woozi! Something’s wrong with Coups!” The boy screamed.

Joshua took large gulps of air, trying to get his breathing under control. “This has to be a nightmare.” He whispered to himself. “I’ll just… I’ll just pinch myself. Yeah.” He did as he said, and yelped when his fingernails dug into his skin.

He started to hyperventilate.

The door opened and in walked in the boy from before, followed by a shorter, stern-looking boy.

“Who the fuck is responsible for this?!” Joshua barked at them.

The short one raised an eyebrow at him curiously. “Did what?”

“This isn’t funny, you know. I’ll freaking sue you. I’ll take the little you’ve got.”

“Sue me?” He asked. “Seungcheol what is going on?”

“Who the hell is Seungcheol?!” He screamed again, stumbling as he stood up.

The boy nodded a single time as if he had figured everything out. He turned to the boy with the round glasses, “I think has a concussion, a bit of amnesia. He should be fine after a bit of rest. It’s what the doctor said he needed, anyways.”

“Are you talking about me?” He asked frantically. “Are you talking about me?”

“Coups,” the boy began as he directed his attention at him again, “you don’t remember anything right now. That’s fine. You’ll be fine after you rest. You aren’t allowed to go to work, by the way, I already talked to your boss. It’s fine for today.”

“Work?” Joshua said, repulsed.

“Come on,” Woozi said to the other boy, “Help me get him to bed.”

Joshua looked at the bed, “There’s no way in hell I’m getting into that tick-infested death trap.” He had noticed the springs that were popping out from the fabric.

“Seungcheol, I’ve told you one too many times the bed doesn’t have any ticks!” The glasses boy whined.

“It’s obvious you’re blind if you think that thing. It’s completely tick-infested.”

The boy reeled backward, offended. Woozi shook his head exasperated.

“Go to bed,” Woozi said to him slowly. Then, he turned to the other boy, “Common, Wonwoo.”

They hurried out the door without looking back. Joshua heard ‘click’ of the lock before he could even try to go after them. He felt like a prisoner, stuck in a small room with no windows and a bed that he refused to sleep in.

He kicked at the floor with the little energy he had and slumped to the ground.

He was defeated.

He didn’t understand what was going on, where he was, or how he had even gotten there.

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Seungcheol woke up with sedatives still coursing through his veins. His eyes and body felt heavy, but it didn’t stop him from sitting up and opening his eyes.

He had no recollection of what had happened the day before at the hospital, but in a second it all came rushing back to him as the blanket that had been wrapped around his shoulders fell off and the coldness of the room hit him. That and his grandiose surroundings.

He was sure he had never seen a TV as big as the one set up across from him, taking up the entire height of a wall, which he imagined was how tall castle walls were, and half of its length. In the screen’s reflection, he saw a skinny boy in a large bed, in what he imagined was silk… everything. He would have thought it was some black and white show on tv were it not for that fact that the boy was staring directly at him, quietly, in colors that really made him think of the negatives he saw when he went into the old photo print shop.

He couldn’t think of anything to say. So, he screamed.

In an instant, men and women in maid outfits rushed inside and lined up in a neat row in front of the television. They bowed their heads silently and stared at their shoes. When the silence dragged on, Seungcheol realized they were waiting for orders.

He swallowed.

Footsteps echoed into the room as they rushed closer.

He glanced at the door just as two more people rushed inside. It was the pretty girl from before, he realized, the one that had been holding his hand at the hospital.

“What happened?” He asked. He wanted to know. He needed to know. But, he didn’t want to be knocked out again the way he had been at the hospital.

.

.

.

The hospital…

“What day is it?!” He shuddered, that wasn’t his voice.

That was not his voice.

“Joshua. Joshua, please calm down.”

You approached Joshua slowly. There was an odd look in his eyes that you had never seen before.

But since the hospital had just released him, you were trying very hard to make sure he didn’t exert himself or stress himself. Not only you had thought of that, but his parents too. Who better to check up on him than a childhood “friend.”  

“Do you remember anything?”

He shook his head. He didn’t dare mention that he wasn’t Joshua.

After hurrying to sit by his side, you looked at his hands hesitatingly. Your hands twitched wanting to reach out and hold them, but instead, you folded them in your lap and stared at him sadly.

“You were in an accident. You’ve been out for a few days and you sort of freaked out in the hospital.”

“Accident?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, then mumbled, “at Nayoung’s stupid yacht party.”

“Oh.” It was a single word, but behind it, he was screaming into oblivion. He wasn’t this so-called ‘Joshua’ and he would have never been on a yacht.

“Do you have a mirror?” He asked.

Your eyebrows furrowed. It was like he had amnesia. But you didn’t want Joshua to have another freak-out and you knew his room’s layout by memory, so you motioned to your right without taking your eyes off of him.

Seungcheol shifted to look where you were pointing and froze when he saw his reflection. His eyes couldn’t help but twitch. Then he shuddered at the thought he had to pretend to be the skinny boy he saw in the mirror.

“Is there anything you need?” You asked him.

“Y/N.”

Oh, he thought, so that’s your name. Then, he looked at the person next to you who had spoken. Another skinny boy, Seungcheol thought to himself, long face, thin nose, white hair, and hard eyes that seemed to be directed at him. “Let him get what he wants himself. You’re not responsible for him.”

“Jeonghan,” you sighed, “if you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to be.”

“We should both go,” he grumbled, “Joshua can take care of himself.”

Seungcheol felt a shudder run down his spine. He could feel the venom in Jeonghan’s voice, the resentment he felt for Josuha. It was coming off of him in waves as he got closer to you protectively.

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nodded, “You should go. I’ll be fine. Besides, I need to go somewhere.”

“You heard him,” Jeonghan smirked.

“What, no! You can’t!”

“Why not?” Seungcheol smiled tensely.

“The doctor said you need to rest. Besides--” you bit your lips, “You’ve been out cold for an entire day. You need to rest to gain your strength back before going anywhere.”

“I need to be somewhere though,” he grumbled.

“Doesn’t matter, you need rest and rest is what you’re going to do.” You stood up and crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly.

Seungcheol couldn’t help but look you over. From head to toe, his eyes traveled down you, furrowing at the clothes you were wearing. They looked...normal, he thought to himself. They were clothes he would have thought only people like him would wear. Not clothes rich people would wear. A tee-shirt, a thin sweater, jeans, and worn-out sneakers.

“What?” You asked, a blush creeping up your neck. It was the most attention you had ever gotten from Joshua, but he didn’t know that.

“Why are you wearing that?”

“Wearing what?” You asked, looking down at the clothes you were wearing.

“Wearing that!” He pointed at you.

“Back off, Joshua.” Jeonghan stepped up from behind you, “If Y/N wants to wear a tee shirt and jeans that’s up to her. Some of us have better ways to spend our money than buying a million-dollar pajama set.” He glared at him.

Seungcheol looked at the clothes he was wearing with wide eyes. “Wait that’s not--”

“Lock the door,” Jeonghan told the service, “those are his mother's orders. Only come to bring him lunch and dinner.”

“Common,” Jeonghan waved at the workers to leave the room after them, pulling you out without a word.

In a few seconds, far to few for Seungcheol to remember to stand up and go after them, the door was closed and locked.

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DECEMBER 27TH

There was a sway in your step as you walked up Joshua’s driveway with large, empty, reusable bags in your arms. Jeonghan lagged behind you, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He wasn’t much of an early bird and it was 5 am-- too early in Jeonghan’s opinion.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? They probably don’t even remember us or want us there,” he whined as he hid his face behind his hands.

“I think we should. Their brother was only trying to find a way to give them a Christmas dinner.” Truth be told, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the short boy who had been staring at you in the hospital.

“Yeah, but, taking food from Joshua’s house? Don’t get me wrong, if this is your way of getting revenge, I’m all for it.”

You laughed at Jeonghan’s words. “I just thought we could ask him if he wanted to donate some food to give.”

“I don’t think Joshua’s the type of guy to help the guy that punched him. Or even those in need.”

“You never know,” You smiled at him.

“Oh no,” Jeonghan shook his head, “we already know.”

You were nearing the steps that lead to the front door, laughing at Jeonghan’s attempt to pull you back down the driveway and away from Joshua’s house, when your steps faltered.

Jeonghan bumped into you, “Why’d you stop walking? Oh.”

You swallowed the rage you felt at the sight of Nayoung standing outside of Joshua’s front door. A maid blocked her path inside and insisted that she wasn’t allowed inside. “I am Lim Nayoung! What do you mean I’m not allowed inside! I’m Joshua’s closest friend!” She huffed and stomped her foot.

You rushed to the door when you saw her lift her foot and tilt it so she could stomp the maid’s foot.

“Didn’t you hear her? You’re not allowed inside, go away.”

“Says who?”

“Says me,” you growled.

“And Joshua’s mother.” Jeonghan piped up, walking up behind you and waving the maid away. He took her place blocking the door, arms crossed. “Go away before I call the police.”

Nayoung looked at him indignantly, her hand rising to slap him. You, at the sight of this, raised your own hand to retaliate before she could hit Jeonghan.

“What is going on here?”

You all froze. Joshua walked up behind Jeonghan, opening the other door to look at you all confusedly.

“Joshua!” Nayoung chirped, batting her eyelashes and twirling a piece of hair in her fingers. “I thought we could throw a party today but they won't let me in.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach watching the way she was acting around him and her proposal. There was no way Joshua would pass an opportunity to have a party.

“I don’t know you,” he responded, looking at her for a moment then taking a peek in your direction.

“Joshua--” she began, her voice becoming sickly sweet before Joshua cut her off.

“Look I think you should go, I’m busy here,” he said before turning around and closing the door.

You smiled at Nayoung, biting back a giggle that was threatening to escape when her face grew red. You waved at her, taunting her, to say goodbye as you pushed Jeonghan inside and slammed the door behind you.

“Yes!” You cheered, accidentally dropping your bags.

“Don’t you think Joshua’s acting a bit weird?” Jeonghan asked as you kneeled to pick up your bags.

“Weird? I just think he’s finally coming to his senses.” You grinned and nodded for him to follow you into the kitchen.

Joshua was inside, grabbing different foods from his cabinets and fridge. He placed them in bags gently, stopping every now and then to debate about what he was choosing.

You smiled faded when you saw him, “What are you doing?”

He cleared his throat, “Nothing. Just throwing out some food.”

“Throwing out?” You asked, eyeing the fabric bags he had on the kitchen island.

“Well more like taking them somewhere.” He answered, not looking up. “You didn’t have to come. In fact,” he smiled, “you should probably go now.”

“A-Actually,” you hesitated, “I was wondering if you wanted to donate some food? I was, umm, planning to go give it to that other boy who was rescued with you, and his family.”

“Y/N,” Jeonghan hissed.

Joshua’s movements between the bags and the cabinets faltered. He stopped suddenly and looked at you with a frown on his lips.

“Why would you do that?”

“Well, I just thought it would be a nice thing to do,” you whispered. “T-They missed their own Christmas Eve dinner because of the accident…” you trailed off.

Anger seemed to radiate off of Joshua.

An embarrassed blush crept up your neck.

Joshua eyed the blush creeping up your face at his staring. He placed the cans in his hands on the counter and approached you.

“Sweetheart,” He said, giving you a flirty smile. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Joshua,” Jeonghan warned him. You swallowed, face growing even redder.

“I’m sure they’re fine without the food. Why don’t you wait for me here, instead? I just have to go run an errand then I’ll be back.”

“Y/N,” Jeonghan warned but glared at Joshua.

You looked at Joshua standing not so far from you, biting his lips like he was trying to seduce you. But, you felt nothing and it surprised you. Even when Joshua smiled smugly, you could feel the wings of some butterflies in your stomach. When he flirted with other girls in front of you and Jeonghan, you always wished it was you. When you imagined it, you could feel your face growing hot.

But, right now? Nothing.

You sighed, looking down at your feet, “No. I want to take this to them.”

The smile fell from Joshua’s face. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to. You can come if you want.” You offered, snatching the food he had been putting in the bags.

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In less than an hour, you found yourself sitting in front of a group of seven boys, all of them seemingly around your age, on a couch that was being held up by loose blocks of wood. They all stared at you stone-faced, except for one. Seungcheol, the boy who had been rescued along with Joshua, stared at both you and Jeonghan alternatively.

His face wasted no expense in showing you that he was mad.

Besides you, Jeonghan had his arms crossed and stared at the other boys a stone-faced as well. There was a tense silence and a smell in the air like rotting wood.

“What do you want?” The short one asked bluntly.

“Woozi!” One of the others hissed.

“No no no,” You shook your hands, “it’s okay. We, um, we brought you some food so you could have a Christmas dinner.”

“Is that so?”

“I’m sorry. Can I have a word with you?” Seungcheol growled, looking at you.

“And I to you, Woozi,” Josuha grumbled starting at the boy. You looked between them confused. You didn’t know they knew each other.

“Alright,” You nodded.

He pushed himself off the couch and sauntered into an empty room in a way that looked all too familiar to you.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

He glared at you, “Have you not realized that the Joshua sitting next to you isn’t me. Him. Me. I’m Joshua!” He stumbled, pointing to himself in the end.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, backing into the door.

“Y/N, I’m Joshua. I don’t know what’s going on or how this happened but that Joshua out there isn’t Joshua. I’m Joshua.”

“I think you might still have a concussion from the accident. Woozi!” You screamed into the hall.

Woozi came rushing into the room, glaring at both Joshua and Seungcheol while he looked between the both of them.

“I’m not him!” They both screamed, “I’m me!” They pointed at each other.

“I’ve known you since we were kids, Y/N. You’re two years younger than me and you’re a goody-two-shoes along with Jeonghan.” Seungcheol said.

“Woozi you gotta believe me, I’m Seungcheol.” Joshua pleaded, “You’re my brother, my brother.” He pleaded. “We’ve acted like parents to the rest of our brothers all of our lives. Please.”

You and Woozi alternated between Joshua and Seungcheol, studying that way that they each looked at the both of you. A glint in Seungcheol’s eyes broke you.

“Oh, I knew the flirting was too good to be true.”

“The flirting was real, Y/N,” the fake Joshua said, smirking at you, “You’re really pretty, sweetheart.” He placed a hand against your cheek only to have it slapped away by the real Joshua.

“Don’t fucking touch her. Who the hell do you think you are?” He growled.

“Oh, come on,” you cried.

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DECEMBER 28TH

You walked down the streets of the city with your head bowed and your sneakers squeaking against the concrete. Woozi, Seungcheol, and Joshua walked beside you all heading in the same direction.

It had taken the entire day before to come up with a plan that would help make Joshua and Seungcheol the people they were again. It hadn’t taken long to convince Jeonghan that Joshua wasn’t who you thought him to be. According to him, he had been acting “way too nice to be Joshua, I thought something was off.”

Then, to come up with a plan that didn’t make you all feel like complete idiots was a struggle all on its own.

“How much longer until we get there?” Seungch-- Joshua, the real Joshua, grumbled. “I’d like to get out of this body as soon as possible. I’ve been getting calls about having to go to work.” He shuddered.

“Work?!” The real Seungcheol gasped. “You should be at work! Not here!”

You sighed as they both started to argue with each other. You heard Woozi sigh behind you and you slowed down to walk beside him.

“I’m sorry about him.” He pointed at the real Seungcheol.

“No, it’s okay,” you sighed. “I’m sorry you had to deal with him.” You pointed at the real Joshua. “If you don’t mind me asking, why were you staring at me at the hospital?”

Woozi chuckled awkwardly, rubbing a hand against the nape of his neck, “It was nothing, really.”

“Please, tell me” you smiled.

“I was just...curious. You were wearing really fancy clothes but you weren’t acting like some rich kid like the other girl.” He laughed, looking anywhere but you.

“Oh,” you blushed.

“What are you two talking about?” The real Joshua grumbled, pausing to glare at you and Woozi.

“Nothing,”  you shook your head, “Keep walking.”

“We’re already here,” he hissed through his teeth.

You looked up at the shop next to you and nodded, “Then, let’s go inside.”

It hadn’t been a second since you walked inside when a woman appeared from behind a curtain and stared at the four of you.

“Hello. This is a fortune teller’s shop, right? The one that also specializes in--”

“Witchcraft,” she said. “You two, the ones not in their own bodies, follow me,” she said, then disappeared behind the curtain.

Seungcheol and Joshua looked at the both of you wide-eyed, a hint of fear in their eyes.

“Go,” Woozi grumbled, then slumped down onto a waiting chair.

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“We need your help,” Seungcheol cried.

“We need to go back into our own bodies. I can’t stand being in this body anymore,” Joshua cried.

The woman stared at them with an unwavering gaze, unamused at their sentences trade-offs. Her gaze was so strong, they started to squirm under the look of her eyes.

She stood up from her seat and walked around the table, grabbing a crystal ball from a shelf. “You two got yourself into this. It’s very easy to see why you both ended up here.”

“Tell us how to go back,” Joshua whined. “I’ll pay you what you want.”

The woman sat down, dumping the crystal ball onto the table, and looked at Joshua judgingly.

“I cannot tell you how to fix your predicament,” she said, raising a hand before they could complain. “BUT, I can give you some direction by looking into your future.”

“Alright, thank you,” Seungcheol said.  

The woman pursed her lips and stared into the ball, “I see white tee-shirts for the both of you. Tomorrow. They have a word stamped across its back. The letter ‘V’ and the girl you came here with.”

She stopped there and looked at them both, “Your answer lies with her. But, after tomorrow, you’ll be stuck like this forever.”

“What?!” Joshua screamed.

“Leave.” The woman deadpanned.

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“She said our answers lie with you. Tomorrow,” Joshua huffed as he stomped past you. “What do you have going on tomorrow?”

“I-I’m volunteering tomorrow,” You stuttered as Joshua whipped his head around and his intense gaze met yours. Even with Seungcheol’s eyes, you could feel his actual eyes, “A-at the food pantry.”

“Alright,” He said, nodding to himself before shooting you a grin, “I can do that. I can definitely do that.”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” he said, smiling at you before turning around to head home.

“Joshua…”  

“Yeah?”

“The other way.” You smiled nervously, pointing in the direction of Seungcheol’s home.

“Riiiight,” He chuckled, turning around and heading in the opposite direction.

“What has been going on at your house?” You said to Woozi, Seungcheol staring at Joshua’s (his) receding back.

“Our youngest brother has been bullying him this entire time,” Woozi shrugged nonchalantly.

You gave him an odd look. A younger brother bullying his older brother constantly didn’t seem like something another older brother would be okay with.  

“In a brotherly way!” He corrected when he saw the look you were giving him. “I think the prospect of having someone bug him like a little brother has been getting to him. He’s been doing lots of chores because of it.”

You blinked unbelievingly. Someone had actually managed to make Joshua do chores? Without blackmailing him? Someone who had literally no relation to him?

“Oh, Chan,” Seungcheol sighed, a fond smile on his face.

“Alright, well, I’ll meet you guys tomorrow to take you to the volunteer site,” you said, nodding at Woozi. “Common, Seungcheol.”

“Later, Ji,” He smiled and grabbed your hand. He pulled you in the direction of home, walking at the speed of light, and when you managed to turn around to wave at Woozi, he was already gone.

“Why in such a rush?” You laughed softly, trying to pull him into a walk.

“Well I thought we could go back to Joshua’s mansion and you could spend the rest of the day with me.”

“Spend the rest of the day with you?” You asked.

Seungcheol smiled nervously as he stopped and looked at you in the eye. You were smiling so nicely, so prettily at him that he felt he was acting like a lunatic.

You had been so nice to him before…

“I just… I’m afraid that someone will realize that I’m not Joshua the trust fund man.”

“Don’t be,” you sighed, “most people don’t even pay attention to him anymore.”

“Still,” Seungcheol shook his head and grabbed your hand, “I’d feel better if you… came home with me and helped me fit in?”

You pursed your lips as you tried not to giggle at Seungcheol’s red cheeks. He looked so bashful it was adorable.

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DECEMBER 29TH

Seungcheol held your hand as you walked down the street in the direction of his house. He swung them as you walked and winked at you every time your gaze landed on him.

“Stop,” you giggled. The day before, Seungcheol had ended up asking for your number after claiming that he wasn’t going to be able to pull off pretending to be Joshua after you were gone; and yet, after texting you once about what he would ask for lunch from the waitstaff, you ended up texting each other for hours after until you both knocked out.

Jeonghan looked at your intertwined hands quizzically, shooting you a look about it. You shook your head at him.

“We’re here!” Seungcheol cheered as you stopped in front of his house’s door.

You knocked on the metal door once before it was pulled open and Joshua stood in front of you. He smiled for a few seconds until something seemed to hit him. He stared at your intertwined hands.

“Why are you two holding hands?” His eyes narrowed.

“We’re just are,” you answered. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” he said slowly, “just let me go get Woozi.”

“Cheol!” You heard someone yell inside, “Help me do the dishes!”

“I can’t,” you heard Joshua yell back as he walked disappeared inside, “I have to go somewhere right now! Woozi!”

You and Jeonghan held back your giggles outside. Joshua seemed nicer now that he had been forced to live without his money. You hadn’t been around him much to see this in action but Seungcheol had gotten a text from Woozi with a video of Joshua on it. He was still grumpy of course, but that seemed more like it was because he was still in Seungcheol’s body.  

“Hey, guys.” Woozi greeted you three as he walked out of the house. Joshua closed the door behind him as he exited.

“Lead the way,” Joshua mumbled, again looking at your hands. You didn’t notice though, you were too busy laughing at Seungcheol’s attempt to flirt with you.

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Joshua stared at himself as Seungcheol. He couldn’t help but feel different and it wasn’t because he wasn’t in his own body. He could see himself as himself even as he was Seungcheol; and, he could see Seungcheol even as he looked like himself (Joshua).

He thought maybe it was the white tee-shirt he was wearing with the word ‘Volunteer’ inscribed on the back. But that didn’t feel completely right.

Maybe it was the fake siblings he had amassed because of this.

‘No,’ he shook his head to himself. It couldn’t have been Seungcheol’s brothers. Seungcheol’s brothers were great, not really caring that he was older than the rest of them and still forcing him to do things that older brothers would get annoyed about.

Joshua glanced down at “his” phone and turned it on. He swallowed remembering what the last thing he had been looking at was.

<< Y/N PERSONAL INSTAGRAM || NO UNKNOWNS! >>

The follow button taunted him. He knew he could request to follow you via Seungcheol but then that would mean HE wanted to follow you. He wanted to know what you were doing.

‘No!’ Joshua stopped himself. The reason he had been staring at your private Instagram account was that he wanted a glimpse into his old life. His rich life.

It definitely wasn’t because he wanted to see what you were up to.  

He rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was thinking about that at the moment. So he shut off his phone and took a look around the place you had brought them to. The room like a factory floor, complete with large boxes stacked up as if trying they were trying to reach the sky.

A lot of people were there, ripping boxes and putting cans and other smaller boxes into reusable fabric bags.

It was six in the morning.

He couldn’t believe so many people would be willing to wake up so early that they would be able to work at six in the morning, just to pack bags of food for other people.

You were one of those people.

“How often do you do this?” Joshua asked, swallowing back the sudden burst of fear he felt running down his chest.

“Oh just every now and then.” You answered, blushing.

“She does this every weekend,” Jeonghan answered after you. “Sometimes she switches it up though. Instead of this food pantry, she does toy drives all through September until Christmas.”

Joshua’s mouth fell into a small gape of awe.

“No big deal,” you said, laughing the attention off. “I’ll go get you guys some tags.”

When you left, Jeonghan turned to Joshua, and even though Seungcheol and Woozi were there, he told him exactly what he was thinking. “I know you’re seeing Y/N in a new light but don’t look so shellshocked. She’s done this forever. If anything you should be embarrassed to not have known this about her considering we all grew up together.”

He stopped when he saw you on your way back. In an instant, a second thought popped into his head. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to say but in the end, he felt like this would protect you more than hurt you.

“One more thing,” he said, turning to Joshua quickly, “don’t act or flirt with Y/N. You’ll only end up getting her hopes up and hurting her. When you get back into your body, you’ll probably end up going back to your asshole ways.”

“What are you guys talking about?” You asked, handing each of them a name tag.

“Nothing,” Jeonghan smiled at you.

“Alright well—” you handed out assignments, pointing Seungcheol and Woozi in the direction of the distribution lines and warning them that the people there liked to talk.

“Jeonghan they want you in inventory and you,” you said looking at Joshua (really ever since you found out about their predicament you couldn’t stop seeing Joshua in front of you even though it was Seungcheol’s body that was in front of you) “they said you should be in my section, we’re unboxing and packing.”

“Alright,” he said. Jeonghan, already walking past you motioned that he would be watching him.

Joshua smiled awkwardly. What the hell had he meant when he said not to get your hopes up.

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Joshua was in the bathroom three hours later, taking a ten minute break and wondering how the hell you managed to do this so often. He had cuts all over his fingers and he wasn’t even sure how not to get them anymore.

He left the bathroom after twenty minutes, holding pieces of a paper towel between his fingers.

“Hey,” you greeted him as you stomped on an empty cardboard box, “what’s with the paper towels pieces?” You asked frowning and your eyebrows furrowing.

“Oh, nothing,” He chuckled nervously.

“Is that…” you trailed off, “is that blood?”

“Yeah...” Joshua answered sheepishly.

“Joshua! You should have said something!” You scolded him, “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“No-no, it’s nothing. It’s fine. I’m fine,” Joshua called after you as you walked away.

When you came back with a first aid kit, you pushed the towel pieces he was holding into a trash bag and got to work on his hand.

“You really should have just said something,” you mumbled, “we could have given you gloves to use.”

Joshua remained quiet as you cleaned and bandaged his hand. In the silence he had never felt before, he grew uncomfortable.

“This is really weird,” he mumbled. He thought you wouldn’t have been able to hear him, but you did.

“What is?”

“Wearing these clothes,” he answered. “Having to live and act like a poor person when I’m really not.”

“Act like a poor person?” You asked tightening the bandage. He winced. “What do you mean acting like a poor person.”

“I just—”

“Yeah, whatever,” you mumbled. In a hurry, you packed the supplies and left.

Joshua stared at your retreating form. Dread was filling the pit of his stomach. Though he knew it wasn’t because he was thinking about his predicament.

Seeing you walk away hurt because of something he said was somehow getting to him. Maybe that’s why he always walked away first, leaving you and Jeonghan behind.

So he didn’t have to see your faces.

“These are very different clothes,” he mumbled when you came back. He toyed with the jean jacket he had thrown over the shirt and gray flannel he was wearing. “They feel different from what I always wear.”

“They should,” you said, already starting to open a box of food, “they aren’t made of silk.”

“I don’t like it. It’s just not me.”

“That’s because you’re pretending to be someone else,” you grunted as you struggled to open a box, the tape being too strong for you.

Joshua, after watching you struggle, stole the box from you and dug out a switch-knife from his pockets and opened it with ease.

“Thanks.”

“Y/N,” Joshua suddenly whined, “I haven't partied in days.”

“Oh boo-hoo,” you cried, “you’re missing out on so much. Tch. I’m sure you’ll be back to partying with Nayoung and all her… friends, soon. ”

“But, I’m not,” Joshua whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, “I missed it at first, but being forced to work with Chan and Vernon--” he paused, noticing the confusion on your face, “Seungcheol’s youngest brothers.”

You hummed and went back to work.

“I don’t know,” he continued, “working with them-- it made me forget about the parties and when I did remember, it didn’t seem like such a bad thing not to be at one.”

Joshua glanced at your hands. They were moving so fast but he managed to catch that you were starting to get cuts on them, a sign of your distraction. You had been doing this too long to know how to break boxes without getting cut.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you away from the tables where you had been working. He led you into one of the hallways that were deserted while everyone was working.

“I started remembering the person I was before I…” he trailed off.

He gazed at your hand, the one he was still holding onto, then at you.

It hit him then, what Jeonghan had meant.

“I used to like you before, you know. Before.”

You were silent, staring at the hand he had yet to let go.

“I want to be Josuha again,” he cried, “But, I don’t want to go back again.”

“That’s always been your choice,” you told him, a rock stuck in your throat.

“Y/N,” he cried again, placing a hand under your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

There he was again. Joshua. Not Seungcheol but Joshua. Seungcheol’s body seemed to melt away, leaving you to look at the boy you used to know. The one that had been friends with you when you were kids. The one that used to chase you with a plastic sword, screaming that he needed to save the princess.  

His brown eyes didn’t look like the ones belonging to the cocky Joshua that had walked out of his room a few days ago. Even his face, without the look he had given you and Jeonghan long before, looked kinder.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

He was like a magnet you realized. No matter how much you felt angry at him, hurt because of everything that he had done to you and Jeonghan. He was Joshua and something about him always believed that he was somewhere still inside the cockier Joshua.

He was poison.

It was the reason you had never really gone after him. You didn’t want to attach yourself to him and try to change him when that wasn’t your call to make. You couldn’t change a person.

You were so thankful that Jeonghan reminded you constantly that Joshua-- adult, Joshua, wasn’t worth your time.

He kept you from doing something stupid.

But, right now, you saw Joshua. An adult version of the kinder Joshua you knew when you were growing up and he felt more than magnetic.

You both started leaning in, like two planets revolving around each other moments away from crashing into each other, too engrossed in his feelings.

Even if he really didn’t say anything, the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. You were milliseconds away from his lips.

“We can’t,” you said suddenly, pulling away. Seungcheol’s image was back. “This is wrong. You’re not Joshua, you’re Seungcheol.”

“But I am Joshua.”

“No, you’re not,” you said, starting to walk away, “You’re Seungcheol.”  You left Joshua in the hallway, “You’ve been Seungcheol for a couple of days and it’s already gotten to you.”

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Joshua and Seungcheol sat on chairs inside of  Joshua’s room, staring at the walls. Woozi, Jeonghan and you laid on Joshua’s bed contemplating what could be done.

“Maybe tomorrow we could--”

“No,” Joshua cut you off, “she said it had to be today. Today was our last day to go back.”

“One day is not fair,” you huffed, “it’s not enough.” You looked at the clock, 11:50 pm.

“I guess we didn’t find what we’re supposed to,” Seungcheol said, sinking into his chair. Joshua groaned and kicked the floor.

The room was in silence for a while before someone else spoke up.

“If I’m going to be stuck as Seungcheol for the rest of my life then I guess I won’t be seeing you guys as often anymore,” Joshua said, suddenly looking at Jeonghan and you. He sighed, “I have to apologize for the way I’ve been acting.”

“Damn right,” Jeonghan grunted, staring pointedly at him.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way; and, thank you, Y/N, for not giving up on me or letting Jeonghan give up for that matter.”

“It’s alright,” you answered, giving him a sad smile.

Seungcheol spoke up next, “If we’re apologizing then I should apologize to you, Ji. I should have done what you said and gone to the food pantry instead of stealing. We wouldn’t be in this mess right now if I hadn’t--” Jihoon nodded at his words but looked down at his hands.

“It’s alright. I understand why you were doing it.”

The clock’s ticking grew louder than the silence you were all creating. You couldn’t help but stare at the clock, watching the seconds tick by. Suddenly, you heard the sound of two bodies hitting the floor with a loud thud. The three of you on the bed shot up to look around only to see Joshua and Seungcheol on the floor, unconscious.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Woozi said frantically, running a hand through his hair before running to them.

“Put them on the bed,” You gulped. “Put them on the bed and hope that they’re switching back.”

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DECEMBER 30TH

12:00am

“Joshua,” he heard your familiar voice call out to him, but he didn’t want to open his eyes. He was afraid that when he did, he would find he was still Seungcheol.

“Joshua.” He heard from you again.

“Joshua, please open your eyes,” you pleaded, looking at Joshua’s body. Besides you, Jihoon was asking Seungcheol to do the same. What could either of you do besides hope that you were both talking to the person you hoped.

But, it seemed both of them were too nervous to open their eyes; and, the longer they took to open their eyes, when you knew they were already coming to, made the dread inside of all of you grow.

“Joshua, please,” you tried again, swallowing as you sat down next to him, making the bed dip. You placed a hand against his cheek and stroked him softly with a thumb.

Joshua bit his lips. He had to do it. He knew there was no avoiding it. But a spark of coldness ran down his arms and taunted him.

“On the count of three,” he said, “one.”

“Two,” Seungcheol followed.

“Three,” they both said and opened their eyes.

A shudder ran down Joshua’s spine,  not one of fear nor one of dread but one of hope and pleasure. You were leaning over him, staring into his brown eyes.  Worriedly, he could tell, as your eyebrows were creased.

He swallowed, “Am I...me?”

“Joshua?” You asked, chewing your lips. The hand on his cheek stilled.

“Yeah…” He trailed off, a grin starting to grow on his face. You nodded ecstatically, grinning along with him.

“I’m back! I’m back! I’m back!” He cheered as he sat up. “I’m me again!” He yelled and enveloped you in a hug.

“Oh, right,” he smiled, the corners of his eyes curling upwards in a way you hadn’t seen since you were teenagers, “I’m back.”

“What?” You asked, chuckling a bit. His words made no sense to you. It was like he was speaking out loud when he only meant to do it privately in his thoughts.

“I’m back,” he whispered.

“You’re back,” you repeated. You stared at him quietly for a moment, worried that he would go back to his old ways.

Joshua stared into your eyes, understanding completely what was going through your brain.

“I’m back,” he repeated again, hands making their way up to your cheeks where he cupped them.

“Happy birthday, Joshua.” A single breathless laugh and teary eyes from you.

He leaned in and kissed you like he had kissed no other.  _______________________________________________________________________

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Michael's Song

HSS Michael x MC (Jordan) in Midnight Sun AU

*Disclaimer: Most of the lines and scenes I got from the movie the Midnight Sun and all the rights belongs to the creators and writers, as well as the characters from PB. This is merely a converted fan fiction*

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Part Seven

They let their feet guide them to wherever they go. The town is silent, but not in a creepy silence kind of way. Just the kind of quiet when you can able to clear your mind and feel at least a bit of peace.

Somehow, the two of them ended up by the shipyard which is, of course, empty at midnight. His uncle's boat was located to the private area, where most luxury boats and yachts are place. Michael got them in without problem as he had access to the gates and together, they walk down the path and passed by different kinds of boats.

The wind is cool, but not too freezing. Jordan's wavy blonde hair gets blown by the breeze from time to time but not enough to mess it. She looks at the dark sky, eyes closed in bliss as she inhale the fresh salty breeze coming from the sea.

Michael had been recording their little trip with his digital camera. Then smiles at the sight of happiness on her face, glad to have brought her to the place he goes to when he needs some peace, so he made sure it was all caught in the cam.

"I-I don't get it." Jordan suddenly turns to face him and the camera, blushing. "How could they just take your scholarship away?"

Ah, yes. Their latest topic of conversation : College. Michael brought her up to speed about what he has been doing, about football and about wanting to go into filming, when she noticed him recording the party earlier.

It was rare for him to tell a story, much less something that has left a bitter taste in his mouth, but there was something about Jordan that makes it easy to open up a little.

He paused the camera and looks down as they walk, his left shoulder suddenly feels like tingling at the memory. "Well, I had to have a surgery, and they didn't think I could ever play again. No more scholarship meant no more Berkeley. It was probably my only choice of place to go to, away from here."

Jordan nods slowly, understanding etched on her beautiful face. "I'm really sorry."

"Yeah."

He feels sorry for himself too, if he wasn't too busy thinking how he brought it all to himself, or how he was fooled by his so-called friend.

"So, how did you do it?" She asks deliberately, in a careful yet soft voice. "How did you hurt yourself?"

"It was just a freak accident. You know, I fell down some stairs and... that's not true." Michael paused, then stops to look her in the eye. He wants to see it in those innocent green orbs as soon as he tells her the truth. He wants to see the same judgemental gleam everyone gives him when they hear about it. "That's kind of what I tell everybody."

Jordan knits her eyebrows, an indication that she was being thoughtful and sympathetic. But she stays quiet and let him continue.

"I got really drunk one night at my friend Brian's house. It was his birthday and we're all having a drinking game, just the school team. We all agreed he can give all the dares and well... He dared me to jump off the roof into the pool. I clipped the edge with my shoulder." He let out a humorless chuckle, remembering his father's raging disappointment. His coach's regretful voice when he told him he can no longer play. "I'm such an idiot. I don't wanna be that guy, you know?"

A few steps passed. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed Jordan look up at him with a gentle smile. She shakes her head. "Then don't be."

That was all he needed to hear. He hates long talks about having faith and listening to fake promises that everything is going to work itself out.

There, Jordan doesn't seem to feel the need to promise or reassure him, she knows it was all out of their hands. It was her calming presence that gives all the reassurance he needed.

"You know," she starts. "My mom used to take me here when I was little."

"Really?" He smiles.

It was the first bit of personal story she ever shared that night. Jordan is a big mystery, giving very little information about herself or what she does every day. All she ever told him was that she isn't available during the daytime and as much curious as he is, he never asks 'cause he trusts her to tell him at some point.

Jordan points to a spot by the harbor, a huge cleared space overlooking the sea. "She sat me right... there. And, um, she tried to teach me how to play the guitar. Actually, this watch was hers." The girl held up her wrist, where a gold watch was wrapped and complementing her pale flawless skin. "I spent so much time looking at this thing on her hand, and..." Her smile turns wistful. "Uh, she died when I was little. She was in a car accident."

"I'm... I'm so sorry," Michael frowns, worried he had totally blew their night off. "You know, we can go someplace--"

"No. No, no." Jordan shakes her head quickly. "No, I'm...I'm good. "

"You sure?"

"Yeah, yeah. I promise."

Michael offers his hand. "You wanna see something cool?"

His uncle's boat was only a few meters down the pathway so Michael lead the girl to the private sailing boat where he practically spends all his time since summer starts.

"Ta-da!" He spreads his arms, jumping on board which sways gently on its spot.

Jordan's eyes widen. "This is yours?"

"No. But it's something I'm taking care of for the summer. It's a Jespersen 53."

"Wow..."

Michael reached out and she let him help her up to the deck as well. He watched her balancing awkwardly on her feet and smirks. "One of these days we could take her for a sail around the harbor. We can watch the sun set."

Jordan holds onto a metal support beam and smiles up at Michael. But the last sentence he uttered just registered in her mind and suddenly, she felt a huge lump on her throat.

Michael wants to go on sailing with her to watch the sunset. Out on the sea. It was probably the most romantic idea she ever heard if only she can be able to make it come true.

Which is impossible, unless she wants to achieve a grade-A cancer that will probably wipe off any chance of ever going to sailing ever again. Jordan pretends to watch the sea. She doesn't want Michael to see that she can never go with him on those trips. Not as long as there is sunlight involved. Hell, he doesn't even know what the main problem is.

Just tell him, dammit! Her mind and conscience keeps on scolding her.

No, no. She can't... She doesn't want to. What if Michael starts seeing her more like a fragile sick creature than the funny awkward Jordan he had always known?

"That sounds... perfect." She says instead.

Michael leans down from the elevated deck he is standing on and press his lips softly on her. Jordan reaches up and put his hands on his shoulder, pulling him closer as she responded to the gentle kiss in a deliberate manner.

You see, Jordan had never kissed anyone before, not this way. Surely, those kisses all over Maria's face that she used to give her when she feels like annoying her wouldn't have counted.

It feels like forever, their lips melting to each other like they were meant to be that way. A smile tugs the corner of her lips and when they pulled away, Michael has the same smile on his face.

▪️▪️▪️

Luckily, the pickup truck decided to die just a house away from the Lee's house.

The engine rumbled and groaned before completely stalling in the middle of the road. Michael fumbled on the steering wheel. "Um, just, let me get out of..."

He tries once more, there was a brief groan then the engine died all over again. Jordan grinned, studying the guy's face which looks a bit redder than usual. Oh, he's embarrassed. It only makes her smile for more.

"Sorry." He says, sounding sheepish but not at all surprised.

They sit in silence for a few awkward moments. Jordan bites her lip. "So, what are you gonna do this year, now that you're not going to Berkeley?"

"Well, first I'm gonna get a new truck." Michael quipped. They chuckle. "Or not, I have my motorcycle anyway. And then I'm gonna drive across the country. You know, I've been in the football field my entire life and I haven't get to see much else, so..." He looks at her, noting the downcast look on her face. The beautiful smile gone. "Um, what are you gonna do--"

"I'm not doing anything." Jordan says immediately, shaking her head. "I'm just gonna take some online courses, I think. But... I'll just be here." I cannot leave anyway, she wanted to add. I cannot go across the country or have vacation under the sun...like a normal girl.

"I, uh... I meant what are you doing tomorrow?" Michael clarified. The shock on the girl's face made him laugh.

"Oh, God..." She slapped her forehead, but she is also laughing. A hint of hesitation passed through her face for a second. "Um... I... I'm busy during the day, but I can be free tomorrow night."

"That's perfect. I'll see you tomorrow night?"

"Okay." Jordan flashed him with her signature beam before jumping out the door. She made it a few feet away before she stopped as if she forgot something and run back to the window. "I have something to tell you." Concern filled his chest at the look of panic in her eyes. She sighed heavily then let out a guilty smile. "I don't actually have a hamster."

Michael grinned, not at all surprised. In fact he didn't even try hide it. "No shit."

As if satisfied, the girl waved her hand then run to her house.

From the inside, Scott watched his daughter get off a blue pick-up truck. He glances at his watch and sees it was almost three in the morning. A couple more hours and Jordan might have reach the morning sunlight.

This was exactly what Dr. Maddox had warned him about. The age when his daughter will no longer be contained inside the house and meet people that will trigger some issue on her condition.

The truck isn't Maria's. Jordan didn't went home with her best friend just like what they always talked about.

He couldn't help but feel threatened.

▪️▪️▪️

That morning, Maria lies on Jordan's bed, with the latter has been using her stomach as a pillow while she strummed lazily on her guitar.

It was moments like this that she feels closer to the blonde. No parties, no other friends... No Michael. Just the two of them having a lazy morning with no plans to think about.

Last night had been the first time Maria really enjoyed a wild party. She threw caution to the wind and let herself lose, probably had drunk more alcohol than she ever had her entire high school years. It was also a bonus fun that Jordan adjusted rather quickly to the party and managed to gain some more friends.

And today, well, they have nothing to do.

A beep sounded from her phone and Maria put down her book. She opened the message and smirk at joke that was sent to her.

Jordan glances up, eyes narrowing suspiciously. She had noticed Maria had been texting a lot that morning. "Who are you texting?"

"No one." The dark-haired girl casually turns of the screen and dump her phone.

"Maria..." She put her guitar on the side of the bed and shifts on the bed to face her friend. "Who are you texting?"

Maria closes her eyes and winced at her soft voice then whispers almost inaudibly. "Caleb."

"Um? I can't hear you when you're whispering..."

"Caleb!" She repeated. Somehow she feels guilty for the other things that happened in the party. It is true that alcohol makes people lose control sometimes. "I made out with Caleb!"

Maria groans, face completely red as she buries her face on the pillows in shame. At some point during the night, in the middle of the dance floor, she and Caleb ended up dancing on a particularly sexy song. Then stuffs happen. After that Maria felt like getting sick because Caleb isn't exactly the one she was thinking off during their...uh, moment.

She tried looking for Jordan, but neither her best friend nor Michael were nowhere in the party. So she rushed to get home by herself.

Now, Caleb had been texting her all morning. However rude it might be, Maria admitted she wasn't attracted to him as she is already liking someone. Which led to the guy teasing her and coercing her to tell him who the lucky person is.

"No!" Jordan cooed, but her chuckles betrayed her voice. "He's really really really cute. And he totally likes you."

Maria stayed buried on the pillows and after a few minutes, she felt arms wrapping around her and cuddling her. The blonde nuzzles on the back of her neck, which tickles but she tried to ignore it.

"By the way," Jordan speaks close to her ear, her breathe sending shivers down her neck. "Can I tell my dad that I'm going over to your house tonight, so I can go hangout with Michael?"

What??

In a micro-second, Maria is sitting on her butt and looking at her best friend pointedly. "You're asking me to help you lie to your father so you can hang out with a guy?"

Jordan pouts.

"Ugh. I'm telling him you'll be having a sleepover to my house." She conceded anyway. She is totally powerless when it comes to pouts.

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[plumeriafairy14]

For a prompt, maybe something involving either a beach or a ghost town? (Sorta in reference to how Charles and Akira first or last saw each other >3c that fic still gets me even like a year later)

DUDE YOU JUST WON’T LET ME LIVE DOWN CHARLES AND AKIRA. I’m still in pain from writing about them! 

Here’s the original fic that @knightlychika and I collaborated in during the @voltronbang 2017! It was such an experience and “Wait For Me…” will always be one of the stories that I’m proud of because I was given an opportunity to write the past setting in my country, the Philippines. (Also, I love WW2 and Reincarnation AUs). So without further ado, here is a short drabble about Keith and Lance returning to visit the place where they were forcibly torn away from each other in 1945, as Private Charles McClain of the second infantry battalion and Akira, a kamikaze fighter pilot for the 26th imperial fleet. 

February 14, 2018

Salt was in the air and the bay walk was crowded with people; vendors, joggers, tourists, and the like. For a small country, the Philippines was packed with people but Lance never thought that he would be back here. 

Seeing Manila Bay as Lance Delgado felt surreal. Not because of the people or the postcard pictures of Manila or even the threat of pick pockets that loomed in every city. The last time Lance stood on this very ground, he was named Charles McClain. He fought for the US in the 2nd infantry battalion as a sniper and he had to watch his lover die in front of him. 

His lover, the light in the darkness of his nights, the flower which bloomed in the battlefield; Akira, a kamikaze pilot for the 26th Imperial Fleet. 

“Are you, okay?” 

The familiar voice sliced through the clouds of his thoughts like sunshine. When he turned to look beside him, Keith was by his side, looking at him with worry in his eyes. Eyes the color of amethysts that shone bright from within with life like the stars from the very heavens placed themselves in them. 

Akira. 

But now, in this time and place that fate had reunited them, his name was Keith.

Akira had returned to him as Keith and Lance couldn’t be happier at such a gift from destiny. 

“I am.” Lance nodded. He re-adjusted his bag pack and stared at the setting sun that slowly sank to kiss the horizon covered by the sea. Tanker ships and freight carriers were silhouettes in the distance while the yacht club had turned on the colorful lights that adorned their boats. The night life started to bloom with ever second that passed by. 

He turned to watch the setting sun. “The brochure said that that Manila Bay is famous for its sunset. For me, it’s different. It’s painful.” Keith huffed. The back of Lance’s hand gently brushed against Keith’s, making the other briefly glance at him. 

“That doesn’t mean that it has to stay that way, right?” Lance smiled at his boyfriend. Their fingers intertwined and Lance lifted them to plant a gentle kiss on Keith’s knuckles. 

“Lance…”

“Come on, sweetheart.” Lance tugged on Keith’s hand. “Let’s come into terms with it, yeah?” 

“Together, huh?” Keith grinned at him. Shadows danced on his porcelain features as the sunset cast down on them. That smile that Lance had always love to see. The smile that had set his heart beating even seventy three years ago. 

“Yeah.” 

it wasn’t the same; the sand that absorbed their blood had been swallowed in not just by the tide, but the sea itself. There was a large cargo ship that was docked nearby where the ruined warehouse used to be. Lance and Keith hopped off the bay walk railing and onto one of the massive piled rocks that served as breakwater. Lance felt a bittersweet pain in his heart; a pang of pain from the memories that were engraved in his mind. His hands curled into fists on his sides as he stared at the dark water of the bay. 

“Do you remember, Keith?” Lance asked quietly. 

Keith nodded. “I do. There wasn’t a day that I didn’t think about it before I met you again.” A shaky breath slipped out from his lips. “I don’t remember how dying felt but I remember the way you looked when I went down.” Keith took a moment to swallow the lump that barred his throat. “And I think that’s even more painful.” Then, he shook his head. “Anyway, bastard’s probably burning in hell.”

“You’re right, he probably is and I couldn’t care less.” Lance glanced up at the sunset that painted sky. The streaks of blues and oranges swirled along the clouds. Stars had started to dot the darker parts of the sky that the sun had left behind. “But now that I think about it, Keith?” he turned to look at his beloved. “I’d rather die than to live through the war without you in my life.” 

“Lance…” 

“This place doesn’t have to hold pain for us.” Lance fully turned to face Keith now. He reached up to cup the other’s face and he gently caressed the pad of his thumb across Keith’s fair cheek. “This was our grave and at the same time, it could be something else with a new meaning.” 

“What are you talking about, Lance?” Keith looked confused now. 

“I’m talking about something that I should have done seventy three years ago.” Lance replied before he glanced from side to side to make sure that they had privacy. The rocks they stood on were uneven so standing would have to do for now. 

Lance let go of Keith’s hand and fished something from his pocket; a velvet box.

“I’ve always asked you to wait for me.” Lance began and the box gave off a soft click when Lance opened the lid. Inside was a thick white gold band adorned with a single blue stone embedded deep into the metal. 

“Holy shit.” Keith sucked in sharply. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking serious.” Lance smiled at him. “I’ve loved you before as Charles and I love you now as Lance. And you know what? I will continue to love you no matter what name I have or which lifetime I’m in. I will always find you and I will always love you, Keith.” a soft laugh followed. “But this time is ours. It’s finally ours and I won’t waste it.” 

Those blue eyes locked deeply with dark violet ones that stared back at him widely.

“Keith,” Lance took a deep breath and steeled his gut before he chickened out. He hasn’t felt this afraid since seventy three years ago but this time, it was losing Keith to rejection instead. “I’ve…I’ve always asked you to wait for me but I won’t make you wait anymore.”

Carefully, Lance plucked out the ring from the velvet slit where it rested in the box and lifted it to eye-level in offering. “I ask you a different question this time.” his voice shook on the edges. “Keith, will you marry me?” 

There was only the sound of waves as the tide came in. In the distance, the blurry white noise of crowds and city traffic lifted along the sea breeze. Over the years, Manila Bay had become crowded and city pollution was evident. But to them, to Akira and Charles; to Keith and Lance… it will always have a meaning. 

Always. 

“Yes.” 

Lance snapped out of the dizzying anxiety and stared at Keith like the other grew a pair of horns on his nose. “What?”

“I said, yes!” Keith rolled his eyes but there was a small smile that graced his lips. “You’ve kept me waiting for this day too, you know.”

“U-Uhm, better late than never, right?” Lance laughed nervously. “I mean… well, I…”

“Oh, just put a ring on it.” Keith snorted but he smile fully now and that smile, those star-crested eyes twinkling in the Manila Bay sunset were the most beautiful Lance had ever seen. When Keith held out his right hand, Lance slipped the ring into place.

It was a perfect fit just like everything was right now.

Perfect. 

It was Lance who yelped when Keith threw his arms around his neck and yanked him close. Their lips crashed against each others awkwardly at first; Keith was too excited, but soon, their lips melded together and the kiss became lovely, warm, and again, perfect. 

The sun disappeared underneath the blanket of the sea in the horizon and they broke the kiss, both breathless. Keith grinned at Lance and he turned to cup his left hand on the side of his mouth before he shouted at the sea.

“Hey, Iverson!” Keith lifted his right ring finger like he flipped the bird. “FUCK YOU!” 

“Keith!” Lance gasped but then he burst out laughing. “That’s publicly obscene! We’re in a foreign country!”

“Meh,” Keith shrugged. “I just wanted to rub it in his face. I won’t get another chance.”

“Oh believe me,” Lance sighed as he wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist. “We have forever to prove him wrong.” He leaned in to plant a playful kiss on Keith’s lips. “So, you wanna find a place to eat? I heard Philippine malls are massive! We can find a nice restaurant then maybe,” he leaned in closer to whisper into the other’s ear. “we can continue to have fun when we get back to our hotel room. Gotta consummate the engagement, after all. Or would you rather we do it in a hut like we used to?” 

Keith playfully punched Lance’s shoulder but there was a blush that had crept up to his cheeks. He bit his lower lips to hold back the smile of happiness that he wore. “Sounds great.” 

Lance then took Keith by the hand and they hopped over the stone barrier and back into the sidewalk. “Come on, we gotta hurry. The Philippines has shitty traffic and the uber’s gonna get pricey once evening rush hour hits.” 

“Always so resourceful.” But Keith paused then sincerely said; “I love you, Lance.”

“I love you too, Keith.” Lance replied and squeezed Keith’s fingers as they intertwined, his gaze softening. “I always have and I always will.”

[summerrrluvvv]

Chapter 3

Music featured in this chapters: 

Cranes in the sky by Solange

Crew by Gold Like ft Brent Faiyaz and Shy Glizzy

Yesirrrskii by Lil Uzi Vert ft 21 Savage

Act Up by City Girlz

Cash Shit by Meg Thee Stallion

Miami: Day 2

Ariana:

“Uhhhhhhh what the fuck” I groaned waking up. I had a huge headache and my stomach was on fleek. I still had on my fit from the night before, my damn wig was barely hanging on. “Bro what the fuck man” I said taking off my wig. I got up and got undressed and into the shower, which did not last long because I needed some medicine ASAP. “Rise and Grind girls” Melody came in happily. “Mel why did you not help me out my clothes?” I asked her. “Uh we all passed out in here. I got up in got in my bed and i guess we all just took showers” She said drinking out of a coffee mug. “What is that?” I asked. “Hangover Tea, Tye made” She said. I laid back down. “Tell Tye Tye to bring me up some” I told her. “Ari you can’t sleep in all day today is the yacht party” Mel said. I almost threw up thinking about being seasick and hungover. “When can we rest?” I asked. Melody looked at me crazy. “Miami never sleeps, shake that hangover off so we can drink again” She said. “Ima go get your tea” She told me closing my door. I sighed at the idea of getting fucked up again. I rolled over and grabbed my phone. “I want you so bad” I see. I had remembered that Marlon crazy ass messaged me last night. Tye came walking in with my mug. Melody was right behind her. “Okay now that we all in here except Zion ass, we need rules” She said. Melody groaned. “Boring” She said smiling as Tye playfully pushed her. “Aight so, basically rule #1 is always always get lit, #2 is never worry about yo girls get the Dick sis but send us your location so if shit go down you know #3 No sad girl shit, no mopping #4 if bitches try us they try us all and that’s the rules I love you hoes” She said laughing. “Not the ditch your friends for the D” I said laughing. “Well Zion completed #2, and I’m get on her ass too. Saying this trip all about my girl’s face ass” Tye said. “Yall um I think I seen Isaac last night” Melody said. “And I oop” Tye responded. “Are you sure we were drunk as fuck” I said to her. She nodded. “I know what Isaac looks like and his friends you know Freddie and Trey” She said. I nodded, “Well don’t let that ruin your trip fuck Isaac” I said. “She going to fuck Isaac alright” Tye said smirking. “Nooo Im not” Mel said. “Ima get me a new boo”. I clapped for her. “You see that, growth” I said imitating Kelly from insecure. Tye looked at me as Melody walked out. “She happy as fuck on the inside” I started laughing. “Shut up!”.

 After our little house meeting. I decided to take a run in our Airbnb subdivision. I always ran to clear my head especially after a hangover, Thank God Tye got me that tea. I took a break, caught my breath, and took a sip of my water. I see a Convertible pull up near me, and the top lifted off, revealing some sexy light skin guy. He started talking to me, but I had my headphones in listening to “Cranes In The Sky” by Solange. I took my earphones out. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you” I said smiling. He laughed a little. “I was saying damn it rare we see such beauty in this area, normally got to wait till you hit the beach” He said. I rolled my eyes playfully. “Uh boy” I said. He smiled at me. “I’m Anthony” He said. His voice was so whew lord. “Ariana” I said. “Call I call you Ari or RiRi for short?” He asked. I shook my head. “Nigga I don’t know you like that” I told him placing my hand on my hip. He laughed. “Feisty little thing, aight I dig it. Hopefully, I see you around, Ri” He winked at me before pulling off. I cheesed all the way to house cause that man was an Angel. “Girls, Ladies, Bitches I seen a fine ass man on my run. I’m talking GQ fine” I said blushing. Melody and Tye came out they room and looked over the staircase balcony we had in the house. “And?” Tye said. “His name is Anthony and he stays over here I guess; He has a nice ass car and he called me Ri” I said cheesing. They just looked at me. “Number?” Melody asked. I bit my lip and shook my head. “He just said, see you around Ri” I said smiling. Melody and Tye laughed. “Well at least it aint that nigga Marlon” Tye said. “We gone go to every door and find him” Mel said. I started laughing. “Ima get me some Anthony” I said. “You better” Tye said. I could not stop squealing about that man.

  Zion:

I woke up to sun beaming bright as fuck in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the sun. I turned over to see I was in bed with Kyrel from last night. I palmed my face. I got up and grabbed my shit. He rolled over and looked at me. “Good morning Beautiful” He said. Normally I would cringe at any nigga telling me that, but it made me slightly smile. “Hey, I’m sorry. Last night shouldn’t have happened” He said. I looked at him. “Yeah, I didn’t want you to feel like it was a one-night stand. I really dig you and I want to see you again if that’s okay” He said to me. I nodded. “I would like that” I simply said smiling. Normally my ass would say something smart, but his energy was different. “Let me get my ass up, so I can make sure you get home okay” He said. A man! I thought. These niggas in Atlanta do not even care if I made it home unless they thirsty as fuck. He got dressed and we got in his car. “I see money all around me, I feel like I’m the man. But I was done and out like last week tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding girl. Don’t act like I’m your man, you just a fan, don’t hold no rank” He sang along. He looked over at me smiling. “What?” He asked. I giggled. “Nothing, you just cute. I guess” I said. He put his hand up to me like a mic. “Come on sing it with me” He said. I laughed. “I see money all around me, I feel like I’m the man. But I was done and out like last week tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding girl. Don’t act like I’m your man, you just a fan, don’t hold no rank” We sang turnt in the car. “Aye see” He said. I playfully pushed him. “Got me slipping out here” I told him. He started laughing. We pulled up to my Vacay house and just sat in the car. “So, Ima take you out Wednesday if that’s okay?” He asked. I looked at him crazy “And where we are going sir?”. He smiled. “It’s a suprith” He said in a funny voice. “Aight We gone see about that” I said laughing. He leaned over and pulled my face towards his and we started kissing. His lips tasted so nice; it was about to be a Tsunami in this car. I had to go. I pulled back. “Thank you for the ride, home and to sleep” I said laughing. He smirked. “Keep your phone on you” He said. I got out the car and waived bye. I walked into the house and Ariana met me at the door. “Its 2pm Mam, where have you been young lady?” She said with her hands on her hip. “I went to see a man about a horse” I casually said. “Irrrrr ok” Ari said making a funny noise. Tye came downstairs in her swimsuit looking like a goddess. “Okay I see you” I said. She twirled around. “Inches on Inches baby”. Melody came down after her in her swimsuit. “Yeahhhh get intoooo itttttt” She said holding Patron in her hand. “Okay Ari I see you too girl” I said gassing up my girls. “Bitch go get motherfucking dressed; our ride will be here soon” Tye said. I ran upstairs got in the shower and got myself all the way together. That took almost 2hrs. “Zion! Hurry up!” Tye yelled. “Im coming!” I yelled. “Ooh Z you look good girl” I told myself. I did a little twerk, and scurried downstairs before them hoes leave me. “Dick got you taking yo time huh?” Melody said. I playfully pushed her. “Shut up, I have yall know that Kyrel is a gentleman okay, and he is fine as fuck. He laid it down good as hell, Yall I’m let him go because he gone fuck me up” I said. Ari sucked her teeth in. “You better get you that gentlemen peen” She said. I almost spit out my water. “Bitch, I almost died” I said laughing. “Shots!” Tye said. “I’m not uh uh, only a little Tye” Ari said. We all took shots before we headed into the party bus.

  Melody:

“Hit your main bitch, yessirskii, Doin' donuts in the six, yessirskii. You got engaged but she still wanna slurpskii” Lil Uzi “Yessirskii” played as we walked onto the Yacht. I never been on no Yacht before and bitch this shit was a dream come true, another lit drunk night for me Yesssiiirrr. My girls and I were twerking our ass off. “Fuck it up Tye!” We yelled as Tye twerked on the opening of the boat. “I always wanted to do that” She said taking more shots. We were eating and Ari and Tye were smoking, just enjoying the vibes. 2 hours had passed, and we had drunk 2 bottles of Patron. I felt more fucked up then I did last night. The movement of the boat was causing my world to spin, and I needed to sit the fuck down, ASAP! “You good Mel?” Tye asked high as fuck. “No girl I feel sick as fuck” I said. She took me downstairs to lay on a random ass bed. No matter how much I stayed still the rocking of the boat was making me feel nauseous. I got up to look for a bathroom. “Fuck” I said realizing this room had no bathroom. I stumbled to quickly find one before I threw up in these people’s boat. As I was moving fast but woozy, I bumped into somebody. “Sorry” I said. I felt hands around me. “Yo you good?” I heard. I looked up seeing the beautiful man, but I was so messed up I did not care. I shook my head “No” I could feel the vomit rising. I tried to get out of his way, but he was trying to check on me, and what I feared most happened. I could not hold it in, and I threw up all over him. I could not stop it just kept coming. “Bro what the fuck!” He yelled. “I’m sorry” I said faintly before I knew it my eyes got heavy and I passed out.

  Tye:

“Real ass bitch gives a fuck about a nigga big Birkin bag hold 5,6 figures stripes on my ass so he calls this pussy tiger, fucking on a scamming ass rich ass nigga. Same group of bitches aint no adding to the picture” All of us girls were screaming the lyrics at the top of or lungs. “You check on Mel?” Ari asked. I looked at her crazy and hurried downstairs, because niggas is weird. When I got down there, I seen she was wrapped in the blankets on the bed. “This your friend?” I heard behind me. I turned around to see a fine ass black man wrapped in a towel. I nodded. “Yeah she didn’t feel good, I’m sorry I will get her up” I said. He shook his head. “Nah, she good this my boat so she straight. She must be sick or something she threw up all over me bruh” He said. I guess that explains the towel. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry” I said. He laughed, “It’s cool if it was anybody else they have to get the fuck off, I had my home girl clean her up and I put her in here, so yall enjoy the party. Here is the key to this room just check on her when you need too” He told me. I smiled “Thanks”. I locked Melody in and went back upstairs to go see Samar.

 “Hey stranger” Samar said as I walked over to him DJing. “When we gone be able to kick it?” I asked. He looked at me confused. “What you mean nigga? we are kicking it now” He said I rolled my eyes. “Samar I’m talking like how we do back home we in Miami nigga lets kick shit have fun” I said. He nodded. “Aight movie night at my house, bring the liq I got the wings and the weed” He said. I smiled at that idea. “Aight cool motherfucker” I said just dancing to the music slick coming down from being lit. “Here drink this and come over here” Samar told me. I took the shot and came near his mixing station. “Okay now what?” I asked. He smiled. “You gone learn how to mix for a little minute”. I was excited, “Bitch I’m a star, I got these niggas wishing. He says he hungry this pussy the kitchen, yeah he my dog he going to sit down and listen call him a drink and he don’t get offended” He clicked on some buttons then went to his computer. He brought the mic over to me. “Say something” He smiled. “I don’t feel like yall lit enough for me, let me run that shit back!” I yelled on the mic. Samar ran it back. “Bitch I’m a star, I got these niggas wishing. He say he hungry this pussy the kitchen, yeah he my dog he going to sit down and listen call him a drink and he don’t get offended” Every female sang. I got happy as hell. For the whole party that is all we were doing, I am surprised they aint pay me the fuck. After, the boat owner helped us get Melody on the bus, and Samar pulled me to this side. “Do me a favor bro, don’t be out here wilding with these Miami cats okay?” He said to me. “Can it just be yall girls chilling and shit?” He asked. I busted out laughing. “Samar, I’m grown sir you don’t have to worry about me honey, I’m good” I said. He looked at me annoyed. “Tye, I’m trying to be like a big bro and be protective but okay city girl Tye” He said. I shrugged. “Thanks bro” I said rolling my eyes. Nigga fuck yo big brother face ass, the fuck. He hugged me and said bye to everyone on the bus. I see him go talk to some Randoms. Typical Nigga shit. I pull out my phone a text Julian.

[worldcakecakecake]

Throwing Cellphones

                     Feliciano gets himself a sugar daddy.

So remember that request about a sugar daddy AU? Remember when I said it was just going to be a long one-shot...I lied, it’s going to be a multichapter. Apparently to me there’s no such thing as a simple idea. I gave it more thought in my mind and it turned into this huge thing and I really wanted to make it so...here. Don’t worry it’s not going to be the largeness of Feliciano and the King of Hearts. It’s probably going to be only 10 chapters or a slight more, who knows, but it aint an epic novel. I have enough written down and for the new year I wanted to start with it. I’ll be quick with this one, don’t worry guys, expect updates on FATKOH as usual.

                 I’ll be updating this one every Monday.

Why the tittle? I didn't have any more ideas, it was a random tittle after I realized there’s a lot of phone throwing in this story.

Also, if this is a lifestyle you pursue or you get the idea after reading this, please let me warn you that you should REALLY research this well before you dive into it. This is a work of fiction and you should not expect something exactly like this to happen to you. I just hope that Lud here is enough of an inspiration for you to decide on what kind of sugar daddy you should settle with.

I hope you enjoy it! 

                                                                        Chapter 1

“Another refusal,” Lovino knew, he had gotten used to this kind of reaction to the point that he was unfazed. He continued with his lunch rather uncaring.

“Just when I needed it the most,” Feliciano breathed out trying to push back tears.

“Then stop submitting to galleries and actually search for a real job this time. Take this as a lesson that you should stop painting and start doing something useful.” He began to pick his empty plates and cups, along with Feliciano’s.

“That’s the worst thing you’ve ever said to me! I could very well slap you!”

But Lovino knew he wouldn’t, rolling his eyes and leaving him at the table while he went inside the restaurant. His break would be over soon, so he decided on wearing his apron and preparing his notepad for the coming orders he was to take. Expecting Feliciano to be wallowing on the mantle he had to remove, he met him with his phone back in his hand, aiming it to himself as he tried to find good light with the rising sun. He tried to put behind him the colored houses, along with the crashing sea in the center. He pulled various expressions, until he settled on a gentle smile, took the picture and looked to it proudly.

“Are you serious?” Lovino scolded.

“I’m documenting my sorrow,” was his excuse.

“You should be getting a local newspaper and looking for job openings.”

He went and took one another waiter was reading and threw it before him. Feliciano sighed in defeat, but not before choosing a right filter, adding ‘#broke but still cute and Italian’, posting it to his Instagram, putting his phone away and taking the long newspaper to start looking. Lovino did him the favor of also throwing a highlighter.

“I assume you’ll be staying at my place until you get the rent money,”

”Yep!” That very instant he circled an add.

Lovino grumbled but had to accept, the only good thing being that he knew his younger brother would cook and try to keep the apartment tidy while he was away…even if he would use it for his selfies and make aesthetic pictures to post on his Instagram and Tumblr pages. Didn’t he also have quick cooking videos in Facebook? Sometimes Lovino wished he could get paid for all the effort he was giving to these pages.

  He left resumes in two cafes outside Manarola or just the cinque terre area, which would give him an effort, but he was desperate for anything.

As he took the train back to Lovino’s apartment, he checked on galleries outside of Liguria, specifically Piedmont. During the process he received a message from a Hungarian follower that he had befriended well over the last two years. She had just found out about his situation and suggested he began to sell some of his paintings and sculptures on Etsy.

‘People would only want something abstract and that is not for me’ he messaged her, growing spite because it was the very reason for why his paintings were denied in many of the galleries he submitted.

‘Come on Feli, your paintings are amazing, they get hundreds of likes and shares in your pages’

‘yes, but no buyers. Why buy when you can easily rip it off online and print them out. I’ve been thinking about just starting commissions’

He was thinking about prices and how to decorate the announcement when he arrived to Manarola and went up to Lovino’s apartment. It was dark and empty when he arrived, remembering that Lovino had a date with his Spanish boyfriend outside the village and probably wouldn't return till the next morning. He dropped on the couch, legs upon it taking the entire space, letting the reminding light of the day fall upon him and he welcomed it like an embrace. Perfect selfie time, he thought with a chuckle, taking out his phone and a picture of the grand view of the setting sun from the window. He then turned it towards himself and began to pose. He dropped his long sleeve white shirt to reveal his neck and shoulders, teasing eyes with a seductive grin, something that had many of his followers drooling upon seeing, no matter man or woman. He wished he hadn’t left his flower crowns with his grandfather back in Rome, and he also wished he had something richer like diamonds or pearls decorating his chest than just some shinny rock Lovino tied with a string for him on his last birthday. He touched upon his bare chest with sad wishes, but settled none the less. He still thought he looked amazing.

He posted both the pictures, side by side, the perfect filters, good tags, and the likes started pouring in. He leaned back into the couch, looking to the sun setting over the near sea.

For a guy who was currently living in Cinque Terre, you would have expected him to be on a fancy yacht, on his way to his mansion of opulence, of golds, diamonds, Armani suits and cooks that made him all the focaccia he wanted. Yet here he was, in a rundown apartment that actually belonged to his older brother, in old jeans and shoes, and an empty kitchen that expected his working no matter how tired he was. But he let himself rest in the dream, in which his paintings finally got accepted into galleries and were sold in many hundreds. He relished on fancy parties and travel to Antarctica, with a- a sudden buzzing awoke him, the skies dark, only the dim lighting of some of the street lamps that reached the window. The phone showed his Instagram notifications of likes, requests, comments and a message from Elizabeta. He opened that one first:

‘ooohhh look at youuuu’- surely about the last selfie he posted- ‘who needs a job when you can get yourself a sugar daddy’

It got him a big laugh, lighting with the energy to finally rise and cook onward.

He found it very ridiculous, yet he messaged back jokingly:

‘aaahhh yes, a hunky filthy rich daddy is just what I need right now! Hook me up!’

  A month in, a single job working at a tucked gelato shop in Portofino, commissions open, and still he lived under his older brother’s roof. None of the two things were justly enough. The money he earned he usually used on train rides, food and materials for his paintings. It was no chance back at his own apartment, or leave outside the villages and head to Genova perhaps.

He was currently taking a third request, but his client was asking for something small that the most Feliciano could charge would be twenty euros. He checked the kitchen, Lovino hadn’t gone to the market in a while, so there was not enough to make something new and it meant dealing with the leftovers from yesterday. He groaned but accepted, heating up a bowl of stew.

As he decided to re share his page of commissions, he stumbled upon a rather provocative add of a beautiful young woman sitting upon the lap of an older man, handsome, but still surely reaching his fifties. ‘arrangement.com’ it read at the top, along with a ‘Meet the perfect sugar daddy just for you’. He laughed, for he had recently been joking about this to Elizaveta, and it seemed his browsers were starting to notice and were beginning to send rather harsh signs.

Oh no, no, no, definitely not.

He scrolled past it.

  “-about Antonio.”

“What about him?”

“So we’ve been-”

“You broke up again?”

“No!” Lovino was about ready to throw his Panini at him. When he calmed down, he continued: “We’ve been together for three years now and… we kind of decided to-”

Feliciano gave a happy and excited gasp, “You’re getting married!”

“No!” This time he threw him a piece of lettuce. “Would you please listen first!” He shouted and Feliciano nodded in approval this time, slightly intimidated after that outburst. Lovino calmed, coughed, took a deep breath and tried to earn back the confidence he needed to tell him this. “Antonio and I, we decided to move in together.”

Feliciano gave no instant reaction. He looked around as Lovino sat worriedly, expecting something, but his younger brother did not understand for what.

“So?” He questioned.

“So um…yeah, I’m going to be living with him,”

“That’s amazing! I’m actually really glad for you! It be nice to have someone extra around the apartment. I assume Antonio would be sleeping in your bed, so I can keep my room. You have to admit it turned out really nice after I redecorated, I’m thinking of adding a collage of pictures of all our trips around Italy, I’m sure Antonio would love it!”

“Uh, actually, Antonio and I decided, that I…would be moving in with him.”

And that’s when he understood, his joyous expression deflating until he settled with clear dejection.

“I mean, I don’t think Antonio would mind having you at his apartment, but…”

“It’s not like I’m going to be a burden, you know I can clean and cook,”

“I know, not that you can’t go, but I kind of prefer that we’ve had more…intimacy.” The blush on Lovino’s face was enough for Feliciano to get.

“Oh,” he simply answered, knowing that he was doomed to return to his own apartment.

“I’m sure you get enough now to pay the rent,”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t.

If he only paid his rent, he would starve, resort to digital drawings and visits to their local church to pray. But he didn’t want Lovino to worry, especially when he had such a happy chance with his boyfriend. How could he ruin that? How could he come between them?

He took his most trustworthy smile and changed the topic to something about the last celebrity that came vacationing to their area.

  His visits to the church had only worked in having a nice old lady make him some food that he could bring back to his apartment. She lived close and saw him often run hurriedly to the train. She had an enact sense to tell when he was hungry and Feliciano would always return to have a whole new pot of food that could last him three days. He deeply appreciated her for this, but it did not make him feel any better.

He only managed to pay rent because he was borrowing from Lovino, and he managed to pay for his phone borrowing from Nonno Roma.

He felt so inadequate, and currently, even worst when he received another refusal from a gallery in Pavia. It said the same thing as always: that they would be willing to consider if he submitted another style or theme. He threw the letter harshly to the floor, stomping it to pieces and then falling to his old couch in a long groan.

His desperation took peek, so he cried and whimpered as he had accustomed himself to doing these lonely days and nights where all he could think about was his disastrous situation. Sometimes he would go on until he grew too tired or until Elizabeta would cheer him up with some new meme that was raging on the internet. It was late unto the night when he received such message, raising his face from his tear stained pillow to the glowing phone.

Elizabeta instead was informing him that one of his favorite artist online just started a webcomic, and guess what about, yep, about a young girl in Las Vegas who becomes involved with the rich owner of the most wealthy hotel in the city, basically becoming his sugar baby. Elizabeta would never stop teasing him about this. Sure, he was sick of it, but that didn’t stop him from actually starting to read it. At least it helped to keep his emotions at bay for the night.

As he kept on his reading, and catching up with the updates, Feliciano began to get very envious about the main character of this webcomic. She started out as the single daughter of this alcoholic mother who didn’t bother in trying to help their poor economic state. Wanting to go to college to have a successful degree in marketing, she tries to save up with her job as a maid in one of the many big hotels the city is known for. There she meets with the very man who changes her life, and Feliciano read and watched as the girl’s life changes to one of diamonds, of expensive branding, of five star hotels in Monaco, as well as the success of her career and a very handsome man at her side that made all of this happen.

It was rather silly to get flared with anger about this, to look to his messed apartment, his heated food from the last pot Signora Sara gave him, his breaking converse shoes, and rage that he was letting himself go through this when he could easily change it with the charm and seduction of a nice rich man. It was tempting him more strongly, especially with the raging ads, the idea pushing him on researching stories and articles, until one day he finally decided.

  With a wink, pink lips in a kiss, sun shining brightly on him to alight his skin, hair and eyes, his neck free and only but a tight white shirt to show off his slimness but just right contour lines. And of course, an orchid flower crown on his hair to match with the rising curls and the shine of his ends like blazing fire.

Venice, Italy Age: 22 Height: 172 cm (5’7.7) Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Interested in: Men and Women Education: Bachelors in Art History Relationship Status: Single Children: None Smoking: None Drinking: Definitely Lifestyle Expectation: Negotiable

About Me: Although I was born in Venice, it is not the only place in Italy I have made my home. I’ve lived in Rome, Florence and currently in Manarola, and have explored and know a great deal of this beautiful country that I’m proud to call home and be a part of. I will be happy to show you every little corner you desire to see and hope that you can catch up with my ramblings of food, culture, art periods and my sudden bursts of singing. I am cheerful, energetic and I really like to spend my time out doing whatever the sun’s rays have to offer and not wasting time on the bleak and tragic. Take me to a dump and I’ll try to make the best of it (But please don’t actually do that). I’ll be honest and say that I’m currently going through some harsh times as I don’t have enough money to pay anything and I am relying on what my family could give, as well as some little things from my art commissioning. It’s not letting me enjoy life to the potential it should be, and I’m hoping to find somebody who could not only help me, but someone who I can spend a good time with, that can show me a whole new world of things I haven’t tried, to have silly but also deep conversations about life or what kind of gelatos flavors there should be and cool nights to spend in arms together. What you could give and I can accept I would gladly speak over e-mails. 

Done, posted, it was out there for all to see. He threw his phone to the other side of the couch in shame.

He did what most articles and blogs suggested. Eloquently, attracting, quick, just enough and not overly detailed. The picture was the one with the most likes on his Instagram, which got him messages from both cute boys and girls, and of course, the random annoying dick picks or naked girls in his inbox. Now he just hoped it would be enough to attract the nice rich man he had been dreaming about the last few days.

His creeping shame still continued, and as to distract himself, he decided on tidying his apartment, washing dishes, throwing some trash and hoping his mind could focus solely on carpaccio.

For the next two days, his inbox was flooded with all kinds of suitors. Well actually, only one kind, the type that already made heinous remarks at him, begging for more pictures, detailing what exactly they would do to him, but no talking of the negotiations Feliciano had expected when he first signed up to the site. He didn’t take them seriously, ignoring them and not offering any kind of response that would surely waste his time when he was honestly needy. He was supposed to be expecting a respectable aged man, but yet all he got were comments seeming to be written by hormonal teenage boys.

Great, not even this seemed to be working.

He went that early afternoon to work at the gelato shop as was expected of him, being grateful that it was a rather dull day as it was Tuesday and barely any tourists came down. Only a small family that lived in the village had come, and two college girls from the Philippines, who he enjoyed a quick flirt with. He had plenty of time to just sit at the back counter, look through his phone or look out to the shinning day, practically deserted by people, the waves and boats clear for him to see as they swayed with the sea. Such peace to only be disturbed by the sudden bell ring of a new customer. Feliciano quickly hid his phone and stood up, his welcoming smile ready to serve.

Once he took a glimpse of this man, it took sheer strength to not melt by his strong and tall build, intense blue eyes and powerful features. Instead of wearing the typical shorts and buttoned shirts Feliciano had accustomed from his customers, he wore a rather heavy suit, of expensive branding, Feliciano noticed as he stared to the buttons and the insignia in the man’s coat. It was rather heavy for a day in which the sun was shining brightly. Not even celebrities came dressed like that when they came into the village.

These kinds of men never really paid much attention to rustic hidden gelato shops, so why was he here? Did he perhaps want to buy something for a little daughter of his? Was he dared? Did he get lost trying to find his way to a hotel or a special business meeting? Or was he honestly looking to have some good gelato?

He began to move closer, to the counter and where all the flavors were presented. He gave the entire shop a thorough inspection and then settled his eyes heavily on Feliciano. Their eyes met and Feliciano’s brain seemed to have electrocuted, his slight heavy breathing surely noticeable and all words forgotten, even how to wish a simple good afternoon. It didn’t help when the stranger didn’t say anything either, but stared on, examining, down his body as if he was the flavor that was being showcased. No matter how handsome he was, it was starting to become uncomfortable and for some reason he wanted to cover himself despite being fully clothed.

“Be, dimmi?” He finally said, even if he had stuttered.

And suddenly the stranger had awakened from the exploration he had given the scooper, away from his thoughts, away from what he had imagined.

“…Sprichst du Deutsch?”

Oh god, he was foreign, and although he knew enough German to understand what he just said, his brain was too blanked to articulate in another language. The sudden silence and stammering assured the other enough.

“I’ll take a small cup of black cherry and vanilla.” At least.

As he turned around to fetch the cup and the scoop, he bended slightly and he knew that the stranger was ravaging him with his eyes again, down his back, to his rear and thighs. He turned quickly, his blush evident as he picked the flavors, stabbed the spoon, and handed it way too harshly he was afraid he would punch him accidentally in the face.

He took his cup gently without a problem and then handed him…fifty euros.

“Sir, do you perhaps have something smaller?” He didn’t know if there was enough change in the register.

“Keep it,” he said simply, turning away with one last spoonful and leaving Feliciano dumbfounded alone before he could deny.

Once he was out of sight, he took out his phone and instantly started texting.

‘this really hot German just came into the shop and gave me fifty euros’

‘FIFTY EUROS???!!!! Eyyyy…what did you do ;)’ Elizabeta replied

‘noootthiiinggg, he just gave them to me, but mmmpphhh, I would have gladly done anything for him. You should have seen him Lizzie, tall, hunky, blond, blue eyes, and he came in wearing a suit!!!!!’

‘lol Sounds like the man of your dreams’

‘He was checking me out too’

‘oh do tell ;D’

Now he hated how soon their meeting had been, how quick he had gone, wishing he could have remained longer to let his eyes journey as they had done shortly. He should have opened his legs to tease, should have swayed his hips slightly, coax him into seeing and wanting more. But, he was gone! A tragedy he wrote to Elizabeta as he closed the shop for the night and made his way to the train station to go back to his apartment. So distracted he was with it, that he wasn’t aware of the pair of eyes that followed him, that walked with him, that even reached his own apartment.

As Feliciano was heating his last batch from Signora Sara, he remembered how the extra fifty euros was enough to let him do some grocery shopping. He could finally cook something on his own, and it was with that prospect that he remained with a smile as he went to his small table and ate.

By the time he finished, there was a sudden knock at the door, rare in the night and even fearsome.

Lovino wouldn’t visit without sending him a text beforehand, Nonno Roma couldn’t have come from Rome as he was busy with his own schedule, and he really didn’t have friends in the village or in the area who would visit him suddenly like this.

Fearing a robber or some kidnapper, he picked up one of the lighter chairs, hoping he could throw it against any intruder just in case.

He pushed the door open, aiming his chair, but when he looked, there was absolutely no one there. He put the chair down and looked around, finding no sudden presence, no lone figure walking down the street.

That was odd.

He was just about to come back in and close the door when something attached to the wall caught his attention. It was a rich black box, with a silver shinning card tag imprinted with his name, written in beautiful cursive. He took it with him inside, closing the door and locking it just in case. He turned the item around, trying to see if there was something else besides the card, wondering what it could possibly hold. But he wasn’t going to know anytime soon if he didn’t actually open it. It had his name on it, so surely it was meant for him.

It revealed a spectacular diamond evening necklace, shining brightly in the dim lighting of the apartment, and the silence was interrupted with Feliciano’s wondered aw. It was simple, yet rich and just what he wanted. He touched it, feeling it real, its wealth, continuing to tell himself that it was actually for him- but…who even gave it to him?

He took a peek through the window to see if he could meet another hint, but that’s when he noticed the envelope stuck at the top of the box. He took it, the paper as fine as the necklace, even stamped with a seal that held an intricate ‘B’. He rushed to open it, inside holding a printed letter in silver ink, shinning with the glow of the lights. It read:

I saw and read your profile on arrangement.com and must admit that you were the most alluring of all the young men there. I instantly sought to make you mine and came to Italy myself just as I had business to attend in the area. I figured this would be much better than an e-mail. I have already made reservations for the two of us at Ristoranti ai Castelli in Sestri Levante. I have placed the number of a chauffeur that can take you at the designated time if you have any problems getting there. We can discuss whatever we need to over dinner tomorrow at eight. I’ll be looking forward and I hope you can consider me well for the position of your benefactor or…’Sugar Daddy’ – L. B.

This was definitely better than any of the e-mails he had received.

It was rather obscure though. All he had for identification was the ‘L.B.’, no picture and no profile to check. His only way of finding out was this dinner for tomorrow, and how could Feliciano refuse when he gave him this beautiful diamond necklace and offered food.

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Top Ten Bajan Christmas Gifts 2017

I know you’ve been sitting on the edge of your seat and I’m sure you’re gonna love the gifts on this year’s list of Bajan products. Sure, you could buy anything that’s imported but there’s something so special about getting a gift that was made right here in Barbados. Let’s get right into it then.

10. Sophisticated Centrepiece - Jalans Creations - One of the most important parts of the Christmas celebration in Barbados and around the world is having Christmas lunch with the family. Perhaps one of the most underestimated but memorable elements of this feast is the centrepiece, so why not give the gift of decor this Christmas? Whether you have a complete tablescape planned or you prefer the minimalist approach, your centrepiece will be a focal point at the dinner table. Before I go any further, you need to know that Bajans are veryyy crtitical. They will have no problem telling people that your table “had look pop down” or “stink”. Five years from now I guarantee they will still be talking about it. That’s why I was so relieved to stumble upon this Blue Bouquet by Lana Nurse, founder of Jalan’s Creations. I kind of wish I could have one in every room. It makes me feel like I was spirited away to a fairytale sprinkled with magic dust. Just gorgeous! If you want one you better hurry though because Lana tells me you have til December 21st to place your order.

9. Vegan Cork Bags - Ole Luck - Guys, cork bags are a thing now and they look so cool. I have to admit, this was the first time I ever heard of Vegan bags. Accessories can be vegan now? I couldn’t help but wonder how they taste. Now before we start chowing down, I want you to rest assured that buying a woman a bag for Christmas is always a good idea. Still, what makes these bags so special are the fact that they’re environmentally responsible. No harmful plastics and for the animal lovers among us, no leather. Don’t ask me how, but a guy by the name of Andy makes all these gorgeous bags by hand. If you’re feeling really patriotic, you can get a wristlet with 246 or the broken trident on it, but I fell in love with the Wayuu purse. The Wayuu are indigenous people living in Colombia and Northwest Venezuela, described as the people of the sun, sand and wind. Wayuu women make a specific type of woven bag with unique vibrant patterns reflected in the sash on these Ole Luck beauties. Fun fact: The Wayuu language, which is called Wayuuniki, is part of the Arawak family.

8. Crocheted Bikini - Chain Loops Crochet - My gawd! What can I say about this talented diva? Owner Jessica Martindale creates customized fashion and soft home furnishings, while crocheting her way into your heart. Now the first time I saw her crocheted bikinis I knew I had to have one of her pieces. I ordered two. Forget your grandmother’s doilies. Jessica designs one-of-a-kind crocheted jumpers, skirts, dresses, chic baby blankets, earrings and even slippers. Yes, you heard me. She crochets frikkin slippers. But back to this sexy bikini tho. I’m not even telling you to buy this for someone else. This thing will make your life ten times sexier. You worked hard all year so you best believe you deserve it. Yasss!

7. Gold glitter Barbados Throw Pillow - ChicFit Inc - This cute little cushion stopped me right in my tracks. This ain't no run-of-the-mill throw pillow. You can decorate any space with it, no matter the colour scheme. Classy level 1000! Listen to me. ChicFit is not messing around. They put a dang Barbados map on a black pillow and glitterized it in gold. What the what?! This throw cushion will change your life so you're welcome. Just gaze upon its glory. Also, can I just say how much I love ChicFit's logo? It speaks to me. It says “I love yoga times infinity”... or someting* so.

6. Deck The Halls - Classy Raggs Interiors - You have no idea what this means but you will. The brainchild of Ana Gill, Classy Raggs will leave you in stitches. If you’ve ever imagined what a home makeover should look like, then Ana should have her own TV show. Her work is phenomenal. She creates bespoke furniture, soft furnishings, you name it, she can bring your dream to life. Just look at what she did to this yacht! Yachtastic!

5. Smell My Nuts - West Indian Soap Co. - Not to be left out of the game, there’s definitely something for the guys too. As gross as it sounds, this was one of the most hilarious Christmas gifts I’ve stumbled upon thus far. There’s Man Soap, Man Wash and Man Lotion. Your man does not need another tie. Stop it. He wants you to get creative and think outside the box. Get him a gift that’s both playful and practical. Go ahead!  Smell deez nuts... coconuts, that is ;)

4. A Pinterest Box - HomeMade Luxe - If you’re heavily into DIY and crafting or you’re all thumbs like me and need detailed instructions to make anything, then this is the gift for you or someone you know. Former Barbados athlete Keitha Moseley-Dendy, The Bajan Texan, as she calls herself, started this business from a simple idea to bring Pinterest into real life. Stop pinning and start crafting, folks. Take all those cute projects you love online and decorate every room in your house with them. Brilliant idea! One might wonder where the mother of twin girls could possibly find the time but she spent many nights on her living room floor packing hundreds of boxes to keep her customers happy. That type of sweat equity deserves some kind of award. Now that HomeMade Luxe is finally available in Barbados, don’t lag!* In minutes you can have the sexiest pinned projects in your home. This month’s box is a Starburst Mirror. Who doesn’t love a gift that is both fun and functional? Shoot, you could even get some friends together and throw a Pinning Party.

3. Pillowgrams - Simmone Thorpe started thinking the other day about how wasteful cards are. To be honest, I never really know what to do after I read a card someone has given me. It’s so pretty I can’t bear to throw it away but I can’t really hang it up either so it invariably gets shoved down in a drawer somewhere, only to be found months later. You can’t enjoy the beauty of a greeting card from inside a drawer. Simmone wanted to find a way to make the memory last in a way that’s visible and functional. That’s how the Say it With a Pillowgram message pillow was born. This gift can be cute, funny, inspirational, sentimental, you can even add a photo of you and your loved one to create a wonderful keepsake. Pelt* a few of these customizable throw pillows into the mix to enhance your decor. Ladies, don’t we always try to stop at two and end up buying six?

2. Galaxy Eyeshadow - Fenty Beauty - This one was tough, I put this at the top of my personal Christmas Gift List because Rihanna. Seriously, though, what girl on earth doesn’t want eyeshadow that shines like diamonds and reflects all the colours of the milky way? I want my face to sparkle like the night sky too. Basically giving any gift from the Fenty Beauty line would make any woman in the world scream, from Match Stix to lip gloss to Trophy Wife highlighter. I’m dreaming of a glitter eyeshadow Christmas.

1. But First... Prosecco - West Indian Soap Co. - Start clutching your pearls ladies because this next gift will change your life. You know that moment when you never thought something was even possible and then all of a sudden Jesus and the whole universe answered your silent, unspoken prayers? This is basically what the But First Prosecco line of decadence is all about. Drowning your sorrows takes on a whole new meaning when you can literally bathe in your favourite sparkling wine. Cleopatra bathed in milk so the mere thought of bathing in Prosecco and smelling like it just tickles me pink. I can’t wait to be drenched in Prosecco.

Stay tuned for full features of some of these wonderful Bajan businesses. Big shoutout to the members of Women Making Money Work ladies networking group.

Bonus* 

Bajan Glossary

If you’re not a Bajan here’s a key to the terms you need to know.

Had look pop down/ had look stink: This means that whatever you were talking about looked terrible, not just bad. Basically pop down and stink are interchangeable.

Someting: This means something. Someting so: This means something along those lines.

Don’t lag: This means don’t get caught napping/ don’t delay.

Pelt: This means throw, but forcefully.