#refuses to say a word about it and then publicly shows up in the two biggest boycotted places are you joking

[silouvertongues]

god i genuinely hate celebrities there's nooo way he hasn't seen a single thing about starbucks and mcdonalds both i feel sick

[yuujispinkhair]

Tease

You get caught up in a game of seduction with your new housemate Solomon. A game you never announced publicly. But the rules are clear. Whoever can make the other give in to their desires first is the winner. In more ways than one. Who will it be? The sexy sorcerer or you?

Pairing: Solomon x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 3k Warnings: 18+, smut, sexual teasing, mentions of mutual masturbation through the bedroom wall, mirror sex, nipple play, fingering, praise, dirty talk, slight over-stimulation. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

It's a game. A game of who can seduce the other one first. A game of who will give in first to their desires. It has been going on for weeks now. Ever since you moved into Cocytus Hall with Solomon. You can always feel his eyes on you, following you everywhere you go. And you do the same, unable to keep your gaze off the silver-haired sorcerer, who somehow has become even more attractive now that you are so close to him all the time.

Yes, it's part of the game when Solomon flirts with you openly. When he smiles that charming smile and calls you love and darling, and compliments you whenever he can.

Just like it's part of the game when you grin like the Cheshire Cat and call him your boyfriend in front of the demon brothers, with a teasing wink in Solomon's direction and a friendly pat on his thigh.

Solomon tells everyone during dinner that you are very special to him and that the two of you have a very deep relationship, making it sound as if you are fucking on every surface of your shared home. His words are accompanied by a soft touch of his fingertips on your hand that's resting next to your plate. Under the table, you have to press your thighs together as heat throbs in your core.

In turn, you pretend to stumble over the carpet in your living room the next day, landing conveniently in Solomon's lap, where he is man-spreading on the couch, looking so sexy that your panties are already sticky with wetness.

His reaction is a low, breathy whisper,

"Careful, darling. Don't hurt yourself. You're lucky I was sitting here to catch you."

You almost moan when you nuzzle your face into his neck and let your lips brush teasingly over his sensitive skin as you whisper thanks to him. However, your smile is victorious when you feel a tell-tale hardness press against you.

But he resists you, just like you resist him too. No winner is declared tonight. You go to sleep in separate rooms, listening to each other's soft moans carrying through the thin wall, as both of you have a hand between your legs, touching yourself to the thought of the other.

You start dressing in your tightest clothes and shortest dresses, making sure to give your sexy sorcerer something to fantasize about every day.

But you aren't the only one making this game move.

You chuckle softly when you realize that anytime Solomon enters your shared home, he immediately takes off his flowy coat. Revealing his tall, lean muscled figure to you in his tight-fitting black pants and the long-sleeved shirt that shows off his body. You can see every firm muscle. He looks good! 

You know he is doing it on purpose. You know it by the way he cocks his head and smiles as if daring you. As if saying, 'Come here and put your hands on me, darling. Don't you want to touch me?'

Your fingers twitch with the almost irresistible urge to just lunge at him and grab those sexy muscles. But you refuse. Balling your fingers into fists and smiling back at him, angelic, sweet, innocent. You will not lose this game!

And so the game continues without any player ever mentioning that it is taking place. 

You and Solomon are teasing each other and flirting 24/7, filling the room with so much sexual tension that it is almost touchable.

But never more than that.

Neither wants to lose, it seems. Both of you are ambitious players.

You turn your head to the side and laugh before you are too caught up in Solomon's blue eyes and seductive voice while he caresses your cheek under the guise of brushing away a breadcrumb.

And he gently but firmly pushes you off his lap and off his hard-on with a soft laugh and a good-natured,

"I suggest you get some rest, love, if you are so unsteady on your pretty feet that you trip and fall into my lap."

You know that he knows what you are doing. And he knows that you know too. Both of you seem to enjoy this game of slow seduction immensely. You definitely do. It's addictive to tease and flirt and see how far you can go until Solomon snaps. Until you win.

Ironically, when it finally happens, it isn't even part of your elaborate plan to get some sexy sorcerer dick. It is just you being a forgetful idiot.

You have just finished your long luxurious bath when you realize you forgot to bring fresh clothes.

You are too busy cursing under your breath about having to walk down the cold hallway stark-naked that you don't even see him until a graceful but firm hand closes around your arm.

"Enough is enough, you little tease. What do you think you're doing? You're the naughtiest apprentice I ever had."

Solomon's voice is low, talking slowly, pronouncing every word clearly. The tone of his voice is a seductive mix of stern and amused. His words and the firm grip on your arm leave no doubt. Tonight the two of you will cross that invisible line that you have been tiptoeing around.

Your breath hitches in your throat.

"S... Solomon."

You can feel his tall body pressing against your back now. Firm muscles and potent magic. It's arousing to have him this close. To stand here stark naked while he is fully clothed. A shudder washes over you, accompanied by a pulsing sensation between your legs. You can feel yourself getting wet just from this.

And it only gets more intense when you feel the luxurious fabric of his clothes brush over your skin. When you feel the firmness of his body and his warm breath on your neck as he leans down to murmur in your ear,

"I admit defeat. I can't keep my hands off you any longer. But just so you know, sweetheart. You aren't playing fair."

A light gasp escapes your mouth when the grip of his strong hands tightens on your arms, and he steers you back into the bathroom you just left.

Your heart is beating up to your throat, your mind is spinning, and your pussy is very, very wet. You feel light-headed, almost dizzy from excitement.

Solomon is so strong, so powerful, easily maneuvering you through the vast bathroom. He stops walking, and the firm grip on your upper arms loosens, replaced by his long fingers gently running down your arms. His thumbs graze the sides of your naked breasts, sending shock waves of pleasure through you.

You lift your head and blink. Your breath comes out shakily when you realize where you are. Your reflection is staring back at you from the full-length mirror, eyes heavily lidded, pupils blown wide, and lips parted almost dumbly. Your breasts are enticingly squished together from the way you press your arms to your sides, your nipples erect and so sensitive that even the brush of air makes you moan softly.

You look slutty. Aroused and naughty, standing here in front of the mirror, naked in the arms of the man you desire so badly.

Blue eyes meet yours in the mirror. Solomon's gaze is deep and intense, desire burning unguardedly in those beautiful blue and brown irises. Yet, underneath the desire, you can still see a cheeky twinkle. The same sparkle you have seen every day since your little game started.

You return his intense gaze, sure that he can see how turned on you are. And then his eyes leave yours to slowly trail down further, taking in the sight of your naked body, your full breasts, and all your curves. You gulp when his gaze lingers on the place between your thighs.

Your pulse is fluttering nervously. It's humiliating to be so fully exposed to Solomon's lustful gaze, To be completely naked while he is still dressed, knowing that he is looking at your pussy. The thought alone makes more cream coat your pussy lips. 

You make an embarrassing noise, a soft squeak, and turn your face to the side, too ashamed suddenly to look into the mirror and see Solomon's hungry gaze on your exposed body.

A soft laugh fills the room, and strong arms wrap around your waist while warm lips leave a barely palpable trail of kisses over your neck.

"Don't act shy now, darling. Isn't this what you planned? Didn't you want to seduce me? Didn't you want to drive me crazy with your body? It certainly worked."

He pulls you closer to him until your body is flush against his. And you can feel it. You can feel how crazy you drive him. How much he wants you. You can feel his hard cock press against your back, large and hot even through the silky fabric of his neat black pants.

A whine escapes your lips. A sound so needy that it's embarrassing. But you nod and answer him with a breathy,

"Y... yes. That was my plan."

"I have to congratulate you on your win, then. I couldn't resist your charms any longer. Well played, sweetheart."

His voice is velvety soft, warm, and deep, arousal clear in it. But there is also a teasing tone to it.

Soft, warm hands come up to cup your breasts and squeeze them gently.

"Ah, yes, just as I thought. You feel so good under my hands."

Solomon's touch is loving but firm. Long fingers sprawl over your tits, playing with them, squeezing them lovingly, making you moan and let your head fall back against Solomon's shoulder.

Technically you have won. But have you really? You aren't sure who is seducing who at the moment. Solomon took full control over the situation, even though you are the one who was proclaimed the winner. But there is no doubt about who is in charge at the moment.

Maybe it's his natural dominance. Maybe it's his height and strength. Maybe the powerful magic exuding from him. No matter what it is, you are putty in his arms. Your breath comes out in short gasps, your body is melting against Solomon's firm muscles, heart racing wildly, and pussy throbbing with need, so wet that you can feel it on your inner thighs.

Solomon's fingers begin to toy with your nipples, pinching them between two fingers, rolling them gently, teasingly tugging on them until you moan loudly and your eyes close in pleasure.

"Open your eyes. I want you to look at yourself."

Solomon's breath is warm on your neck, and his voice is dripping with desire and smugness. He loves the power he has over you. And you love it too, love being under his spell, trapped in his strong arms.

You sob as you obey his command and open your eyes. What you see in the mirror makes you moan loudly. You see yourself squirming needily in Solomon's arms, lips hanging open as moans spill from them, eyes clouded over by lust. And your nipples are stiff and erect, tits plump in Solomon's strong hands where he squishes them together.

He presses a lingering kiss to the side of your neck, blue eyes watching you admiringly in the mirror.

"Yes, keep looking, darling. Look how beautiful you are. I want you to watch closely. Watch me play with you, my pretty girl."

You whine when his warm, loving hands let go of your sensitive tits. But they only wander further down your body, caressing your sides slowly, while hot kisses trail up and down your neck and the thick hardness trapped in Solomon's pants throbs against your back.

You would make a pact with him right this second just to get his cock inside you. But the only thing you can do is shiver and exhale shakily as skilled fingers caress your hips.

Somehow you know Solomon won't give you the whole package tonight. The game isn't over yet. But you will take everything he is willing to give you. You will collect your prize for your victory by letting yourself fall apart under Solomon's magical fingers.

Those fingers brush teasingly over your inner thighs. They graze lightly over your wet slit. And you gasp loudly, pussy creaming up even more, hot and slick against Solomons exploring hands.

"Let me see all of you, my love."

Your gaze is glued to where Solomon's firm fingers spread your pussy lips open, exposing your glistening wet clit and folds. You are dripping with arousal, your cunt giving away just how much you crave the gorgeous sorcerer.

A low sexy moan is coming from him, and he rolls his hips against your ass, pushing his large cock against you, letting you feel how hard he is for you.

"Oh fuck, look at you. Look at my pretty girl and her pretty pussy. So beautiful and so wet. Let me take care of that pretty pussy for you."

Two fingers find your puffy clit and rub slow circles around it, spreading your cream over it, making your hips buck and your mouth part with loud moans.

Solomon's breath is hot on your neck as his soft low moans join yours. His fingers keep flicking your swollen bud, gentle and slow. And maybe he is really working magic on you because nothing has ever felt so good as Solomon's hands on your body, on your tits, and your pussy.

You gulp hard as you observe yourself in the mirror, watching yourself spread your legs sluttily for Solomon. Watching him rub your needy pussy so expertly that you are a shaking, whining mess.

"Yes, just like that, darling. Look how beautiful you are. You're doing so well. You're such a good girl for me."

You don't know whether it's the praise coming out of Solomon's mouth in that sexy raspy tone or whether it's the way he rubs and pampers your clit, that makes you sob loudly. You are already so embarrassingly close to cumming.

Solomon pushes two fingers inside you, making you see stars. It's like he is using his magic on you, like it is inside you, filling your pussy, making it throb with a kind of pleasure you haven't known before. He fucks you with his fingers, deep and good, while his other hand massages your clit.

Your eyes close as you give yourself completely to the sexy sorcerer, leaning on him, your head resting against his firm chest, legs spread for him, moaning his name while your cream is dripping down his long fingers.

"Keep your eyes open, sweetheart. Watch me pamper that cute pussy of yours."

What you see is a total horny wreck. Your tits bounce sluttily from how hard you ride Solomon's fingers, so desperate to cum. The noises that fall from your parted lips are obscene, loud, needy mewls and sobs, but they almost get drowned out by the loud squishing noises of your overly wet pussy.

Solomon's fingers push against that sweet spot deep inside you, making your hips buck wildly. You are almost crying by now from how good it feels, getting on your tiptoes, body so ready to cum all over those gorgeous fingers, needily chasing after your high.

"Solomon!! Oh yes, yes, right there! Ah!! I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"Mmmh, I know, darling, I know. Show me how pretty you look when you cum all over my fingers."

You fall apart right then and there, crying out brokenly as your hands grab Solomon's arms, digging your nails into them as your orgasm overtakes you, long and hot, with a dizzying force. Your pussy spasms around Solomon's fingers, body shaking, loud cries falling from your lips. You feel hot all over, your face, your whole body, but most of all, your pussy. It's almost too much, too intense.

You are trembling and sobbing, clawing at Solomon's wrists, but he stops you,

"Shh, let me take proper care of you, just like you deserve."

And he keeps fucking you with those talented fingers, slower now, while his thumb plays with your over-stimulated clit, gradually slowing his movements to slow, gentle caresses. But he doesn't stop until he has rubbed every last wave of orgasm out of you.

When he finally pulls his fingers out of you, he lets them trail over your puffy clit, making your hips buck one last time before you collapse bonelessly against Solomon, resting your full weight against his firm body, but he doesn't even stagger.

Your breathing is ragged, and your pussy is pulsing with the heavy aftershocks of your orgasm. You lift your head to look at Solomon's beautiful face in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, and his blue eyes are dark with desire. But the teasing smile is still on his face as he brings the fingers you just came on to his lips and slowly licks them clean, rolling his eyes in pleasure as if your taste is the most delicious thing the self-proclaimed gourmet ever tasted in his long life.

A delighted smile spreads over his face. And with that, Solomon steps away from you, strong hands steadying you, making sure you can stand on your own before he lets go of you.

"If you will excuse me now, please. I have to take care of an urgent matter."

He winks at you and gestures to the big bulge in his tight black pants.

"I can help you with that, darling."

"I know, but not today, sweetheart. Some dishes get even better when you let them simmer for a while."

He grins at you, and you find a matching smile tugging at your lips. Before you can stop yourself, you blurt out,

"Hey, Solomon?"

"Yes, (y/n)?"

"I didn't plan this... I really forgot to bring a change of clothes."

Blue eyes blink at you for a moment, and then loud laughter fills the room. Solomon is shaking from it, holding his stomach as he grins broadly at you.

"Still, congrats on your win! But don't think the game is over yet. This was only the first round. Who knows, maybe I will win the next one."

Thank you so much for reading! This is my first time writing for Solomon. I just couldn't resist anymore!! He has been one of my faves for a while already, and ever since we moved in with him in Nightbringer, I am constantly spinning more and more out of control aaaaaah I want him so bad!!!

I hope you enjoyed this little story and that my characterization was ok. I decided that as a fellow Sagittarius, Solomon surely loves a little game where he has to chase the object of his desires and gets chased in return. It makes things so much more exciting :) There might be another part someday. I mean, as Solomon said, the game is still on, and we still need to get that sorcerer dick ;)

Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

[quanruicorre]

ପenhypen as boyfriends ᵎᵎ

ପincludes: heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon, niki, gn!reader ପgenre: fluff ପword count: 3,607 (500~ words each) ପcontent warnings: none that i can think of! ପauthor's note: happy valentine's day!

ღ;lee heeseung:

heeseung would be such a sweet and caring boyfriend!

he's so dedicated to you and the longer you two are together, the more and more devoted he is towards you.

heeseung absolutely loves kissing you but he's less likely to do it publicly, as he prefers sharing his affection for/towards you privately.

if you want a kiss whilst out in public, though, he won't reject it! he'll just get a lil shy ! (but he'll still lean over and smooch ya)

heeseung is very passionate with his kisses - he pours all his love into them and so he doesn't want others to bare witness to that amount of love and passion.

when it comes to hugging you, heeseung definitely would back hug you - he can't help it, you just fit so perfectly in his arms, no matter your height.

you're taller? he's hiding his blushing face against your back.

you're shorter? he's resting his head on top of yours and smiling to himself.

you're equal height? he's burying his face in your neck, breathing in your scent.

whilst he's not very clingy with his hugs in public, he's SO clingy when you two are cuddling all alone.

heeseung will literally refuse to let you get up, claiming that the privacy won't last long (he's not wrong) and that you two need to enjoy it whilst it lasts.

and you agree, because you're whipped !

heeseung literally just clings whilst you're cuddling and if he falls asleep..? good luck :D. he's not letting go of you lol

heeseung loves taking you on night time dates, preferring not only the privacy that limited light brings, but also the relative quietness of the world in those early hours.

most people are asleep at 2am, but you and heeseung are having a picnic and sharing sweet memories from your childhoods under the moon and stars.

he's not opposed to more traditional dates like dinner dates or movie dates but his faves are just those quite nights in a random area of south korea where you two can act like you're the only ones left in the world.

when it comes to communicating via the phone, heeseung prefers calling over texting.

tone gets lost over text and he'd hate to misunderstand how you feel.

so if he's ever not sure what you mean, he'll call you, and if he can't, he's gonna be pouty as fuck about it.

i think he'd love facetime calls too but not as much as non-facetime calls because he's afraid you'll catch him staring at you all lovey-dovey.

he doesn't realise you've already caught him doing it irl like... eight thousand times lol.

heeseung would probably stick to simpler nicknames like "love" and "babe".

he's not too spicy with the names he chooses, but sometimes the way he says them makes you feel super special and you can't help but fluster.

and yes he will tease you about it.

overall, heeseung is a top notch boyfriend who'd love on you so much, even if he's a bit too shy to express his affection in large amounts when you two are in public.

but despite that, he'll acquiesce to whatever you want because he's whipped !!!

ღ;jay park:

jay is SO boyfriend coded ! like he's literally THE boyfriend ever.

he's incredibly sweet, always taking care of you and making sure you are happy with him and the relationship, but also just happy in general, tbh.

when it comes to public kisses, jay is so soft with you. always just sweet gentle little pecks that make you cheeks heat up, even after dating for a while.

he's not too big on PDA, not because he doesn't love you or love showing you off, but because he prefers to show his love for you intensely in private.

his private kisses tho? woosh, he's SO passionate, kisses last way longer than they really should, especially considering his members can barge in at any minute and catch you two practically making out.

jay's hugs are so sweet! whilst he would back hug you occasionally, he much prefers being face-to-face whilst hugging you.

no matter the height difference, jay loves burying his face somewhere, enjoying your warmth and your scent.

it's not uncommon for you and jay to be constantly hugging each other, and if you can't hug each other, you'll be holding hands.

the members of enhypen are honestly so tired of seeing you two being practically joined at the hip lol.

speaking of being joined at the hip, jay LOVES to cuddle with you and if the members can't find you or jay, chances are you two have snuck off to cuddle and nap together.

jay just loves being close to you and he especially loves cuddling whilst being face to face so you two can still talk and he can still see your beautiful face and he can still kiss you.

it's not uncommon for non-sleepy cuddle sessions to turn into soft and lazy make out sessions tbh.

dates with jay would be PERFECT!

at first he tries to be boyfriend goals by taking you on cliche pinterest-ready dates like restaurant dates and picnic dates.

but he soon calms down and starts letting you plan dates as well as turning any old movie night into a super fun date night.

in jay's mind, any time spent with you is a date and he loves it.

jay doesn't really like texting you all that much because he much prefers hearing your voice.

in fact, he's so used to hearing your voice that even when reading your texts, he hears the words in your voice and cadence and diction and tone in his head.

if you're more shy about phone calls, jay would understand because, to be honest, he loves any and all communication with you and he'd never wanna force you to do something to make him happy, especially if it made you uncomfortable.

jay would totally call his partner "angel" and i will not accept criticisms on that.

he might call his partner babe, baby, or love on different occasions but his favourite one is angel and everyone knows that too lmfao.

jay is so in love with you and he shows it through all manner of things and love languages and everyone can tell he's ridiculously in love, tbh.

he's just so in love and he can't hide it at all omg.

ღ;jake sim:

jake is the ultimate golden retriever boyfriend and it shows tbh.

the cutest, sweetest, most attentive boyfriend ever, who shows his love in a thousand different ways.

jake kisses you SO MUCH like his lips are always on yours and the members of tired of seeing it lol.

you two need to go your separate ways for 2 minutes? you kiss!

jake thinks you look cute as you vent about something to him and his members? he kisses you. he's that obsessed.

jake also LOVES hugs and it's not uncommon for him to hug you as a greeting.

he just wraps you up in his arms and wiggles you from side to side quickly, so he can hear your cute laugh.

despite his love for hugs, however, jake much prefers cuddling you and he's not afraid to admit it.

the feeling of you in his arms, all comfy and cozy, for a longer period of time, really makes him feel happy and content and peaceful.

jake is definitely the type to nuzzle into your hair whilst cuddling you and just sigh happily because he's SO IN LOVE.

if you and jake are sat down together, you two are cuddling, and the members literally can't separate you two once you're like that.

jake loves going on dates with you because he loves spending time with you!

whether its a simple movie night or a date out at a fancy restaurant, jake is treating you and making you feel so loved and adored.

much like heeseung, jake prefers more casual dates, but he loves going out during the day, rather than the night.

its not uncommon for you and jake to go on cute picnic dates together in a flower-filled park with layla by your side.

jake also definitely considers bathing layla with you to be a date lol.

jake is definitely a cheesy texter - expect lots of silly and cutesy memes to make you smile and giggle throughout the day.

jake loves calling and facetiming you too, tho, as he just loves seeing your pretty face as you just exist and talk to him.

i dont know why, but i can totally imagine jake calling his partner "darling".

he'd say it in both serious and non-serious situations, each time getting a different reaction from you.

he'd probably also call you puppy too tho tbh...

jake is gonna be the cutest most loving boyfriend ever, always flirting with you and making you the happiest you can be.

but if anyone asks him, jake will say he's the one who got luckiest in your relationship!

ღ;park sunghoon:

sunghoon is SUCH a good boyfriend, like damn..

even tho he's not super big on PDA or affection or anything like that, he's the best boyfie ever, no competition.

now sunghoon here LOVES, nay, ADORES kissing you. does anyone else know that? nope.

why? because sunghoon never kisses you publicly unless he's going away on tour and you two don't have privacy to kiss make out.

his kisses are so demanding and he just pours all his love for you into them HOWEVER he's not messy or ungraceful about it nor is it ever too rough.

unlike kisses, however, sunghoon doesn't mind hugging you in front of people. everyone hugs, so in his mind, there's nothing wrong with quickly hugging you as a greeting, sneaking a lil kiss in whilst he does so heheh.

his weakness is when you backhug him like.. no. 1 way to fluster sunghoon tbh.

speaking of flustering him - face-to-face cuddles make him so shy because why are you so close when you're so pretty?! his heart is RACING.

sunghoon loves cuddling you tho and it's not uncommon for the members to catch you two curled up together, his face buried in ur neck as he spoons you.

adorable, truly.

sunghoon would definitely love taking you on ice skating dates tbh. cliche, i know, but he just would!

sharing one of his loves with someone he loves would just make him so giddy and it's always followed up by either a snuggly movie night or a nice romantic dinner.

although sunghoon does love it when you plan the dates because he loves seeing how your brain works and what ideas you have.

this mfer never texts OR calls you, because he'd rather just be there in person.

obviously, if he can't be with you cuz he's busy or in another country, then he'll facetime you or call you or, if he really must, he'll text you, but he grumbles about it for a while after lol.

if he CAN get to your physical location - good luck. because he will make u panic so many times because he leaves your "im struggling today :(" message on read and then shows up at ur place 20-30 minutes later with a bunch of snacks and one of his hoodies lol.

sunghoon is definitely the type to just call you by your name when in public because he's SO SHY about calling you by a cutesy lil nickname in front of others, yknow?

but in private? woosh. it doesn't matter what sunghoon calls you because the way he says it, whining for your attention? bam, ur instantly flustered.

definitely calling you angel tho tbh.

sunghoon may seem like he isn't your boyfriend to some people, but to the people your closest to, it's insanely easy to tell.

he's just So Clearly In Love that it's kinda hard to miss it tbh.

ღ;kim seonwoo:

sunoo is such a cute boyfriend; he's literally so loving and devoted to you.

he literally always brags about you and everyone is tired of his lovesickness lmfao.

sunoo loves kissing you, but who's surprised?

he's always kissing you and pouting at you when you pull away or deny him his kisses like how dare you been so mean to the sunshine >:(.

he can't help it - he loves kissing you because you're just so cute and he doesn't wanna say "you're so cute, i love you" a thousand times over lol (he wud if he had to tho).

sunoo is KNOWN for always being connected to you via a hug. he loves hugging you because, in his mind, you two just fit together so well :((.

he's definitely the type of boyfriend to hug you super close to him and not let go for ages, like 5 minute long hugs minimum lmfao.

which leads me into cuddles: of course he loves them!

sunoo loves that you let him cuddle up to you all the time, even when you're busy, because being near you calms him down and makes him feel so happy and content.

it's not uncommon for people to find you two cuddling and talking away together, happily murmuring lil things to each other in between soft kisses.

let it be known that sunoo is fantastic with date ideas because he's just so dedicated to you that he knows all your likes and dislikes and wishes and hopes and dreams and just AHH he's amazing!

definitely giving you those couple goals type of date experiences that you find on pinterest and tiktok.

from picnics, to movie nights, to dinner dates, to stargazing, you two do it all,

sunoo is definitely also the type to bring you along to enhypen-only events whenever you have free time because he wants you there and he's too cute to say no to lol.

omg sunoo loves calling and texting you - you two can always be found gossiping to each other on the phone, all hushed 'no way's and cute giggles.

he loves seeing your face tho, so you better be prepared for facetime calls at night so you or him or both of you can fall asleep on call together.

i could definitely see sunoo calling you "my star" or "my light" because he truly thinks you brighten up his darkest hours and make his world better.

stop it, thats so cute omg :((.

overall, sunoo is a fantastic boyfriend and everyone is envious of you and him and the two of you together.

you need something? sunoo is on it. you want something? sunoo has already got it!

ღ;yang jungwon:

jungwon is such a cute and sweet and shy boyfriend and it's so fucking adorable.

like he embodies the puppy love stereotype so well, it's genuinely the cutest thing ever?!

jungwon, OH BOY, he absolutely loves kissing you, even if he's so shy about it.

he'll shyly peck your lips before leaning back in for a slightly longer kiss, his cheeks soft pink and his smile HUGE when he pulls away.

the boys love to tease him whenever he kisses you around them because he's so shy about it and he always reacts so much that they can't help but tease him.

usually, to hide his red face from his members, he'll hug you and bury his face into ur skin, nuzzling like a cat.

because jungwon loves hugging you, more than he loves kissing you, if we're gonna be honest.

he always randomly wraps you up in his arms and hums contentedly, so in love with you that he just can't bring himself to pull away for a good few minutes.

and, of course, this means jungwon loves cuddling with you because cuddling is just a longer form of a hug, ngl.

he's definitely the type to want to lay on top of you when you cuddle tho, hiding his face in ur neck as he falls asleep listens to the audio of whatever you're watching.

you're comfy to him and, unless it hurts you, jungwon will not let you trade positions he's too cute to say no to tbh.

jungwon loves at home dates, again, because he gets to cuddle up to you and enjoy the time together in peace and quiet and privacy.

as much as he loves going out for dinner or shopping or star/cloud gazing dates with you, and trust me, he ADORES those dates,

he much prefers movie and drama nights at home where you have too much takeaway to share between you two or "dates" where you cook dinner together and end up with some of the ingredients in your hair cuz he started a food fight lol.

jungwon just loves spending time with you because there's not much time you do get to spend together and he wants to cherish every moment :((.

speaking of spending time with you, jungwon doesn't at all mind if that time is on call with you instead of in person.

he's got a busy schedule so he understands that he can't physically be with you all the time, so it's not uncommon for him to call you so you two can just spend hours at a time doing ur own things, but on call together.

and if a call is impossible, every second of free time is spent texting random updates to you, cuz he just loves you sososo much :((.

jungwon would use the cutest nicknames for you ever, and the boys never ever leave him alone cuz of it LMFAO.

jungwon would call you love or honey or agi (baby), if he was feeling slightly more mischievous romantic that usual.

he'll melt at any nickname u give him tho because he's certifiably whipped.

jungwon is gonna be the cutest boyfriend ever and even tho he's somewhat shy, he's still not afraid to show you off as his beloved partner.

he's just the best, omg !?!?!

ღ;nishimura riki:

this is his first relationship and BOY does it show clear as day (no offense niki, i say this out of love and understanding).

despite that tho, he's very sweet and very quick to adapt to what you want and need so be nice to him and tell him whats up !

riki is very shy when it comes to kissing you, even more than jungwon would be, because he's probably never done it before? (not seriously, at least)

but because he likes you, he will try his best and so you get super confident riki swaggering up to you followed by him kissing you in the cutest, sweetest way possible that makes his cheeks go all pink and warm.

however, this cute shyness is nowhere to be found when riki hugs you - he literally runs a million miles an hour to get to you so he can hug you, ffs.

he's definitely the type to pick you up and spin you around whilst hugging you because he loves you! and he wants to show you that via his actions (because words are hard!)

the boys try and tease him for his way of hugging you but he usually just ignores them because he's already deep in conversation with u (irl or on the phone lol).

despite this, riki is still shy when it comes to cuddles because that's a lot of time spent in close proximity to you and that's kinda scary to him because you're SO PRETTY WTF?!

eventually he does get used to it and he soon finds that cuddling up to you whilst watching a show together, or whilst doing your own separate things, is actually one of his fave things in the world.

riki is still young so dates with him are definitely more chill and less fancy.

we're talking movie nights and walks through the park late at night, but he makes every occasion so enjoyable that you don't find yourself caring what the date is because it'll always be fun with riki by your side.

if you ever suggest doing a fancy dinner date, however, he's up for that because he gets to see u all dressed up and that's exciting for him lol.

riki is THE spam texter of enhypen, you can't change my mind.

he's definitely the type to send you a bunch of random memes for seemingly no reason, but as you read thru the backlog of them, you quickly realising there's a few messages of him being cute about seeing u on that day that r being hidden in amidst the spam cuz he got shy lol.

riki is shy about facetiming because he has the tendency to just stare at you. he does this irl too but because he can't see his own face reflected back like he does on the call, he doesn't mind as much lol.

but yeh, riki is definitely the type to spam u with memes and stuff but he also knows when to stop and leave u alone or listen to you talk and he's just so cute?!

if you think this boy is using nicknames for you, you are actually kinda correct!

riki would mostly stick to a nickname that's related to your name or something like that when around other people because he's shy and embarrassed easily, yknow?

but when he's sleepy and its just you and him, he may let babe or baby slip out, not even realising he's said it til u turn back to face him with wide eyes and slightly flushed cheeks. adorable.

whilst riki may be an inexperienced boyfriend, he's not a bad one, not at all.

he's so genuinely in love with you that he never wants to muck up, ever, and he will always try and fix it if he does !

© all rights to quanruicorre 2024.

[purrpleowl]

I don't know if anyone has mentioned something like this already, but this thought has been on my mind for quite some time;

You know who I wanted to see having a duet with Alastor (song battle style)? Velvette.

Hear me out.

There's something similar between the two songs Alastor interrupts, Stayed Gone and Hell's Greatest Dad, especially when it comes to the duality between Alastor's part and the other person's part. Something that I admit I didn't notice at first, but I saw some people commenting on.

Let's talk about Stayed Gone first: all Vox has to say is that Alastor is old and Vox is new. He uses different words every time (fossil, barely audible, his medium is getting rare...), but that's his only argument. While Alastor attacks right into Vox's insecurities. He says that Vox's content is low quality and inconsistent, he belittles Vox's power, and pokes at the wound that was Alastor refusing to "join Vox's team" (whatever that means, not important for my point here).

In Hell's Greatest Dad, Lucifer talks about how he can be useful to Charlie. How he can give her Champagne fountains & caviar mountains without charging her. Alastor focuses on how his relationship to Charlie is (supposedly) very close. He says he's faithful to her, that he makes her laugh, that they have a special bond... Which is what Charlie values most.

ALL THAT TO SAY that Alastor is very good at reading the room, figuring out what people are on about. Now, what other demon we see that has showed to have those same skills and has used them to her advantage in the show? That's right, Velvette.

With a SINGLE glance, she was able to identify that Carmilla was the one that killed the exorcist because of her facial expressions and body language. And then she proceeded to poke Carmilla and Zestial until one of them snapped.

Also, just like I bet Alastor definitely doesn't believe a single word he's saying to Charlie in Hell's Greatest Dad, he just wanted to get under Lucifer's skin while manipulating Charlie, I highly doubt Velvette was serious about starting an actual war with the angels. She (and the Voys too, probably) had a suspicion that it had been an overlord who did it, and she went and tested the theory.

I just think it would be great to finally see someone publicly call Alastor out on all of his bullshit, and Velvette is (in my opinion, of course) a very good character for the role. Besides being very perceptive and good at reading into people's bullshit (she also does that with Vox when she is introduced btw).

She likes to annoy old people, she probably has some background on Al that Vox possibly provided her while lacking the insecurities that Vox has when it comes to Alastor.

It would be very satisfying (to me at least) to see her call him a coward in his face (because he fled Adam's fight when he got injured), or that he might hate Vox but he definitely loooves the attention because he's an attention whore (bonus points if she uses this specific term just to make him uncomfortable). Or even that he's trying so hard to keep this "ominous mysterious dangerous" persona while he's 1- not that powerful, 2- starting to get emotionally attached to the "good guys".

ALSO "you'd be powerless without the Vees" sir you can't convince me that 3 very powerful overlords can't beat 1 up. The Vees are powerful on their own but they're more powerful together and Vox's insecurities aside, they all know it. Alastor is alone, he might be friends with Rosie or the Hotel crew, but his pride wouldn't allow him to seek help in battle, or even emotional help.

Also 2.0 there's the fact that he's been gone for 7 years and while Velvette (and us) might have no idea what he's been up to, I bet the Vees have been growing and expanding their power while Alastor is the same since he left.

So yeah, I think she'd be so great on roasting Alastor. I don't know if I'll ever have a song battle between them but I sure think it would be interesting.

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

hey! I had an idea how the HL characters would react if they saw that F!MC had abs.

F!MC would be all teasing and flirting at the same time.

Ominis would have felt it the most because he would have to feel it to see it.

Professor Fig would definitely think about his younger years. ( proud father )

HLC REACT TO MUSCULAR F!MC

Due to the modest dress code of the time period, MC did not have many opportunities to display her muscles publicly. However, when it was just her and her companion in the middle of the woods and she needed to retrieve something from the bottom of a small lake, she sure as hell wasn't diving in wearing three layers of clothes.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He arches an eyebrow as MC suddenly disrobes. "Merlin's beard, woman. If you wanted it that bad, all you had to do was say so." He laughs at MC's glare of indignation. The tone of MC's muscles is quite unexpected, but not entirely surprising. He's been traveling around the valley with them for a while and he's seen them toss enemies around without magic. He's a tiny bit jealous, honestly.

OMINIS GAUNT: "What are you doing?" All he can detect Is that MC is shuffling around in place. He doesn't put two and two together until they jump into the water. They were naked, or nearly so. Oh dear. Thoughts of their body invade his mind and he blushes furiously, trying to shoo them away. They've given him many a strong hug and he can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel their body after they come out of the water.

ANNE SALLOW: "Merlin's beard!" She quickly covers her eyes. "Kindly give me some warning, would you?" Her words may come out a bit sharper than she intends, but it's not out of disgust. No, it's the opposite. MC's body is very lovely and tempting but she doesn't want to be rude with staring. She peeks just before MC dives in.

IMELDA REYES: "Showing off, are you?" She snidely comments as her eyes elevator across MC. When MC confidently smiles and winks back at her, she flushes red and looks away. "My abs are better..." She mutters to herself.

NATSAI ONAI: "Oh, wow." She's transfixed. She always knew MC was strong in the figurative sense, but she had no idea how well it translated literally. MC looked like she could pull a carriage single-handed. If MC teases, she gets all giggly and too hot to wear her own robe.

GARRETH WEASLEY: Once he gets over the shock that MC is half naked in front of him, uppies. Doesn't matter how tall MC is. He wants uppies. MC looks like they could throw him in that lake if they wanted to. He is a happy man in the arms of a strong woman. Take care of him and he is the most loyal of golden retriever boyfriends.

LEANDER PREWETT: Nearly screams when MC starts stripping. He turns away and refuses to turn around. What would his mother say if she knew he saw a girl so undressed? It's indecent! It's scandalous! It's.... it's tempting. He can still see their reflection in the water. His face is as red as his hair. MC was going to be the death of him.

AMIT THAKKAR: His hand flies up to the side of his head to block MC from sight. "What are you-!?" His breathing hitched as more and more clothing piled on the shore. How was MC so calm about this? His heart was going mad. When they resurface, he helps them back to shore, but tries to keep his eyes shut. When they kiss his cheek in thanks for being such a gentleman, his eyes fly open in shock and he takes them in. They're the very depiction of beauty.

EVERETT CLOPTON: Surprisingly chill about the whole thing. He catches every article of clothing thrown at him so MC's robes don't sit in the dirt, and waits patiently for them to resurface with whatever they were trying to retrieve from the bottom of the lake. See, he's being smart. The less of a deal he makes about it, he figures the more comfortable MC will be about doing this in the future. Therefore, he will see more of that lovely body of theirs. Big brain.

POPPY SWEETING: She is staring unabashedly. Muscle Mommy may not be a term in the 1890s, but she's about to invent it. She has heart eyes. She might be drooling. Tease her and she might just faint.

[annes-andromeda]

Man any time I feel slightly bad for Da*mon/Rha*nyra/Da*myra shippers for their favorite characters getting screwed over by the show, they open their mouths and talk shit about Laena🫠

“Oh Da*myra got married half a year after Harwin and Laena’s deaths because they were just so in love!!!!”

You do realize Da*mon and Rha*nyra got married not long after the Driftmark incident? Ya know, the incident where the parentage of Rha*nyra’s sons was publicly questioned and Harwin was sent to Harrenhall by Vizzy (which they changed in the show cause in the book Harwin was at Driftmark when Aemond lost his eye)

If anything the more likely situation is that Rha*nyra realized that without her sworn shield, she had no protection, and that her marriage to Laenor was doing more harm than good despite the status and privilege it gave her sons. So she married Da*mon to have his protection and since Da*mon has wanted the Iron Throne since the beginning (that’s literally why he groomed his own niece), of course he doesn’t refuse.

They probably didn’t even think about how it would make them look, but not because these two were soulmates or were soooo in love and were desperate to marry each other, but because Da*mon and Rha*nyra have never thought twice about the consequences of their own actions and were entitled as fuck.

Da*myra’s love to downplay Laena despite the text clearly showing that Da*mon harbored genuine feelings for Laena (or at the very least respect for her). The guy literally fought for her hand in marriage, married her two weeks later, traveled Essos with her, had two daughters with her which they raised on Driftmark, and stood vigilant over her body after she died giving birth to their stillborn son. Rha*nyra literally had a close friendship with Laena and was there to aid her in her labors.

Whether or not you believe Rha*nyra and Laena had a sapphic relationship is up to you since the whole threesome thing is really just a popular headcanon, but the fact remains that Laena brought out the best in Rha*nyra and Da*mon (two people who were, for lack of a better word, not the best) and was clearly beloved.

(Also Da*mon never cheated on Laena and was faithful to her, meanwhile with Rha*nyra…👀)

I can understand being iffy about Harwin and Rha*nyra’s relationship and whether it was based off genuine love or lust since there’s not that much to go off of, but there was clearly affection there.

Da*myra really can’t comprehend their favs being interested in other people besides each other and froth at the mouth when someone says that their ship may have been mostly built off politics and grooming. Like sure, ship what you want, but don’t act like this ship is healthy or Da*myra were some sort of a power couple.

Also do us all a favor and keep Laena Velaryon’s name out your fucking mouth

[pretty1npnk]

𝜗𝜚 ... CHOUKA AIKAWA AND A PINK CARPET ... MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN !

After her massive debut this year, of course everyone's favorite Barbie had to pull up to FicFest! So, how was Chouka's experience at the event of the year?

SHE'S FASHION'S FAVORITE B*TCH ... !

Of course, Chouka had to wear pink on a pink carpet. This is Chouka we're talking about. Being the industry's resident fashion expert and girly girl, she stunned in three archive pieces in one night. Her pink carpet look was Jean Louis Scherrer S/S 1988, gloves and all. Her presentation look was Guy Laroche S/S 1991, and her after-party look was Versace F/W 1991. Despite being a Dior ambassador, Chouka refuses to chain herself to the brand. We love that for her!

Seven years in the game and still, no one knows how Chouka manages to source her looks, but she's Chouka Aikawa. It's self-explanatory at this point.

FROM LEFT TO RIGHT ! ... Jean Louis Scherrer S/S '88, Guy Laroche S/S '91, Versace F/W '91

Bringing Chouka's look together was her ever impeccable hair and makeup, the makeup of which was done by Chouka herself. She was praised for days by the press and netizens alike, with many comparing her to a princess and, of course, a Barbie. High fashion Twitter couldn't get enough of her, but what's new?

BUT WHAT ABOUT HER PERFORMANCE ... !

Gagged me. Gagged you. Gagged your mother. Gagged your mother's second cousin. Gagged your dog. Chouka gagged everyone with this performance, girl!

Now, what she performed wasn't a new song by any means. "Silk 'N Diamonds" was already on Sincerely. However, it was unfortunately regulated to a deep cut and rarely performed live, and damn, weren't Rosettes mad! So, when Chouka decided to finally give everyone what they'd been waiting for at FicFest, her fans couldn't have been happier.

Everything from the stage design, to her costume, to her hair (she was wearing a tiara, by the way!) was praised to hell and back, because of course it was. But, you'll have to watch it yourself! Which you can see...

HERE ... !

HER BEST MOMENTS ... !

001. A CHAT WITH CLÉO! (@hausofanya)

One of the interviewers on FicFest's pink carpet was Stray Kids' Cléo Torell, whom Chouka definitely had to chat with! From the three things she couldn't live without (hint: it's definitely her closet) to the fact that she couldn't shut up about her newlywedded husband Jason (justified, honestly), it was quite the interesting interview. You can read all of it here!

002. CUTEST COUPLE AT FICFEST!

Oh my God, Jason and Chouka were the cutest thing ever that night. From giggling and publicly flirting during a joint interview to Jason being the first one to give his wife a standing ovation, they said to hell with netizens and were as lovey-dovey as possible. But the best part? Jason pulling Chouka into both a kiss and a hug after her performance. Needless to say, Rosettes in the crowd went batshit. Get yourself a man like Jason Day-Fujiwara, y'all.

003. "YES, I LIKED THE PERFORMANCES. NO, I DON'T HATE ANYONE."

Chouka is known for her resting bitch face, as seen with all the shots of her in the front rows of Parisian fashion shows. And of course, her RBF was on full display during FicFest. But, that doesn't mean she hated being there! However, there were some people (read: Twitter users) that... didn't like how she looked during some of their faves' performances. It got to the point where after the ceremony, an interviewer asked Chouka if she liked the performances from her fellow idols. Her response? "Yes, I liked the performances. No, I don't hate anyone."

Chouka had to tack on a couple more words, of course, saying, "Well, I do strongly dislike some people, but I don't need to name names right now. Regardless, cool it with the misogyny."

An icon as always.

004. TWO PRETTY GIRLS PRESENTING!

Chouka had the pleasure of presenting "Most Visually Pleasing Lineup" during the ceremony, alongside the second gen visual herself, Park Ah-reum of DI-VERSE (famously known as Ahri). The duo to end all duos, the fact that they were paired together was a hot topic all down the timeline. On Chouka's end, everything about her while on that stage was a talking point. From the fact that she changed her dress to her professional attitude to even her voice (her accent is always a favorite), Chouka Aikawa was definitely one of FicFest's "It" girls. But, that's not surprising in the slightest.

THE AFTER-PARTY ... !

Following the ceremony, Chouka invited everyone she knew to her very pink penthouse apartment in Hannam the Hill for Chouka's Very Pink Afterparty! Complete with rosé champagne and other pink cocktails, hors d'oeuvres in various shades of, well... pink, and even a photobooth (in, you guessed it, pink), this afterparty is one of the hottest on the block! Like a cross between a high-end cocktail party and the cutest tea party ever, it's all you'll ever talk about!

Chouka would say "girls only," but unfortunately for her, everyone's welcome.

DO YOU 🫵🏽 WANT TO ATTEND THE PINKEST AFTERPARTY ON THE PLANET? WELL, SIMPLY SEND A DM TO THIS ACCOUNT & AN INVITE WILL BE ON YOUR WAY ... ! 𝜗𝜚

[three--rings]

okay so i’m gonna talk about the build thing. 

I’m not going to get into the whole thing and what I think tho.  Like, I have a lot of thoughts.  But the thing is that I don’t KNOW anything.  I don’t know these people.  I can’t speak to them in any way. 

We have literally ZERO facts.  There is not a single fact that we, the public, have received that has any evidence behind it.  We have a bunch of one-sided claims and... some messages?  And some faked photo “evidence” from pinterest.

We don’t have any basis for making a judgement on anything solid whatsoever.  The only people who can do that are first of all police and legal proceedings, which I very much doubt are going to actually come to pass, and if they did would take absolutely forever to shuffle out.

And secondly BOC as an employer.  Which is where we can expect some kind of eventual decision, whatever it may be.

But what has truly upset me since this broke, besides just the natural grief of the situation, is the fandom response.  It’s been truly horrendous. 

The reaction which I expect from a fandom to this kind of news is shock, upset, grief, confusion, bargaining, etc.  And support of each other as we wait for the full fallout.

Instead I’ve seen celebration, I-told-you-so’s, endless attacks on people who refuse to immediately renounce their support of build, or who are at all measured or hesitant in their response.  Calls to reject not only the actor but the ship, the fandom, the production company.  Comparisons to other actors to highlight how their fave could never.  Finger pointing in every possible direction.

In other words, the fandom eating itself alive.  And is it maybe a small minority of people being toxic and most people being silent?  Yeah, it always is.  But it’s so fucking painful to me and to the fandom as a whole. 

Callout culture has reached a point where when anything happens the only performatively pure action to take is to immediately and loudly cut yourself off publicly from anyone at all likely to be tainted in accusation.  Which is exactly why people with bad motives can use accusations to inflict harm on people they want to hurt. 

I’ve seen over and over people being angry and upset that things aren’t moving faster with this situation, that there hasn’t been more statements and official shit done and like, it’s been less than two days?  On a weekend?  Do you really want the official procedures of ANY employer to work so fast that someone is fired within hours of anyone saying something bad about them, because that’s what people are literally calling for. 

I know it sounds like I’m taking one side here, but honestly I’m not.  No I don’t want the accusations to be true, because NO ONE should want them to be true.  But I can’t speak to their truth at all, because I have no basis to do so.  Except that what has been produced so far has been show NOT to be true (the photographs).  But there’s plenty of toxicity to go around in this situation.

What I want is for the actual truth to be known and acted on appropriately.  That doesn’t need to involve dragging facts out onto twitter or into the public eye, either.  The fandom isn’t judge and jury.  Victims shouldn’t be paraded through the virtual town square to be ripped apart. 

People are mourning right now.  What I’m mourning is the loss of a fandom that wasn’t as divisive and at each other’s throats as my last two.  Where I could just go to enjoy stuff without constant infighting.  Well, guess that’s fucking over. 

People are reliving their own abuse.  I know I am. 

STOP ATTACKING FELLOW FANS.  STOP ATTACKING PEOPLE MOURNING.

How individual fans respond to this isn’t any of your fucking business.  People are allowed to wait to see what happens before making judgments.  People are allowed time and space to process.  Shut the fuck up already.

[2af-afterdark]

Hiss

Rating: Explicit  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: GN/M Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Relationships: Leviathan/MC Characters: Leviathan, MC Additional Tags: Dom!GN!MC (they/them), consensual kink, degradation, hand jobs, cum eating, light aftercare Summary: Leviathan disgusts them and they aren’t afraid to show him just how much (even if it’s all just an act). A/N: I wrote this months ago and never shared it publicly. I refuse to edit it now. Word Count: 766

“Do you want me?” they asked with a hiss in their voice as they leaned down to whisper in Leviathan’s bright red ear. “A pathetic loser like you thinks they have the right to even think about me?”

He whimpered underneath them, his orange eyes filling with tears as their hand cupped the bulge slowly growing in his pants.

“And now you dare to get hard? Disgusting.” They sneered down at him. “Say it.”

He nodded. “I’m disgusting. I get hard when you look at me like I’m not even worth noticing.”

“Because you aren’t.” They slipped their fingers into the waistband of his pants, then into his underwear where his semi-hard cock twitched at their touch. “The only part of you worth my time is this, and I feel gross just touching it.”

“I’m sorry,” he whined through hitched breaths.

“I know you are.”

They squeezed him in their hand and started rubbing the smooth length from base to tip, watching as each stroke made his mouth gape and voice cry pathetically. His purple fringe fell over his face, sticking to his skin as sweat matted it in place.

“Are you really getting off on this?” they scoffed. “Or maybe you’re getting off on the thought of dirtying my hand with your filthy cum? Is that it?”

He screwed his eyes shut so tightly that they could see the wrinkles form across his face. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” they taunted.

“I’m sorry for thinking of you in such a dirty way.”

“Oh, Levi,” they mocked, “apologize after you prove exactly why you aren’t worth even looking at.”

His back arched, pushing his chest up as his body writhed with pleasure. His toes curled and hips fell back trying to escape from their relentless assault. Even his gasping was broken and needy, vile as he babbled out thoughtless apologies to try and appease them.

But they didn’t stop.

Even when his balls grew tight and his cock started to twitch in their hand, they didn’t stop pumping. 

“Are you going to cum?” They chuckled.

Leviathan bit his lip as he nodded. “I am.”

“Hmmm,” they hummed. “Then hurry up and cum. My arm is getting tired playing with your stupid thick cock.”

“I’m sorry,” he screamed as his hips lurched forward so he was practically fucking their hand. “imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsor-” His words ended with an obscene moan as hot cum started to shoot out of his dick, flooding his underwear and covering their hand.

“Ugg,” they groaned as they quickly drew their hand out of his pants, looking at their skin dripping with milky white.

They pressed their fingers against his mouth, slipping two past his lips and massaging his tongue. “Clean up the mess you made. Maybe then you’ll actually be worth something.”

He didn’t say anything as he began to lick and suck at their fingers, lapping up every speck of his cum. The wet warmth of his tongue made them shiver. The red tint to his face and the tears pricking the corners of his eyes made them start to cry.

“Levi?”

His eyes traveled up to look at their frowning face, eyes blowing wide in shock as he saw tears starting to fall from their eyes.

“Are we done now?”

Leviathan pulled away from licking their fingers, wrapping his arms around their waist and pulling them close. He patted their head as he quietly shushed them. “We can be done.”

“I’m sorry,” they said through hiccups. “I tried.”

“And you were great.” He had the mess in his pants to prove it.

“I don’t think you’re gross,” they buried their face in his neck. “You’re the best. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said as he kissed their temple.

Their muffled voice asked, “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

He thought about it for a moment. “I want to change my pants and watch the newest episode of Truck-kun and his harem.”

They nodded before rolling over and hugging themselves tightly as if to keep themselves from breaking apart. “Go ahead.”

“Are you sure?”

They nodded. “Hurry back before I miss you.”

He swore that he could feel himself turning red looking at their adorable, pouty face. “I will.” He slipped his vest off his shoulder and laid it over them so they had a small part of him even in the brief moment he’d be gone.

They gripped onto it and closed their eyes to relax as the scent of him enveloped their sense, even as they could hear him opening the door to go into the hallway.

[kwyw]

Hey “Karlie Kloss is married” Anon:

You are aware that in 2023, the LGBTQIA community is still fighting for basic human rights, no?

You are aware that in 2023, people are banning FICTIONAL books because of the mere mention of LGBTQIA characters, right? What about the banning of drag shows? “Don’t Say Gay” in Florida?

Read the room, a book or maybe watch/read the news. The LGBTQIA community exists and will continue to exist regardless of the treatment they receive from those who claim to “not judge people for who they love because love is love” when it’s convenient for them and who misquote & misinterpret Martin Luther King, Jr.’s words on the one day out of the year they try to show they don’t discriminate against people in any way, shape or form.

However, it’s people with mindsets like yours who will always force the LGBTQIA+ community to continue the fight for equality, even in 2023!

Lavender marriages exist. People aren’t making this up or pulling it from the depths of their asses. If it were so easy to “just come out”, people would more frequently because that would mean people truly don’t care.

People lose jobs for being gay. They’re turned away from restaurants. Refused wedding cakes. Overlooked for promotions when they’re more than qualified or deserving. Denied the opportunity to buy a house or adopt a child. Called mentally ill or pedophiles. Physically attacked. Harassed. Murdered. All because of who they lay beside at night.

Just because Taylor is a billionaire doesn’t mean people wouldn’t treat her differently if she ever (allegedly) came out and the same for Karlie (allegedly). She would lose fans. Her albums may not sell as much. Venues may not want her to perform there to avoid protesters. People may stop buying a company’s products if she endorses them. Look at Bud Light/Dylan Mulvaney.

Because for some reason, some people in society think money loses it’s value if someone’s sexual orientation isn’t the same as theirs, but guess what:

Money is still green and it’s still paper, whether it comes from a gay person hands or not. That same green paper is what people want others to spend to support *them* and *their* business. You want it as a reward for your hard work at your job. You accept it as a gift. If you found $50 outside of a gay bar, you’re gonna pick it up because it’s $50 on the ground, right?

People will accept cash, card, credit, Apple Pay, etc., but won’t accept other people based on their race, sexuality, etc.

Crazy world we live in.

It’s not even easy for people to become billionaires, much less come out of the closet because in either scenario, they could lose everything.

Why do you think Scott Swift and that other guy were so against her speaking about politics? Ask yourself why you’re so triggered at the possibility that Taylor and Karlie could be or are (allegedly) gay?

Why do you think Josh (allegedly) takes Karlie on the majority of his business trips? His own family refused to acknowledge her for years. Josh himself referred to his friend Mikey (also married with two kids) as their roommate. Have you seen his past birthday tributes to Mikey compared to Karlie’s?

At the end of the day, people in some industries have to present themselves a certain way to be successful. It’s like code switching. You have to change or suppress things about yourself to appease other people.

Also, Karlie *has* actively dropped Easter eggs (hello, cardigan/folklore!). You probably just don’t like the messenger. For example:

Her using Labyrinth’s music in her IG stories just for Labyrinth to be a song on midnights?

Her own sister, Kimby, saying “la la la la” on twitter, just for Karlie to pop up at the LA show.

Taylor said in MA that she and her partner decided together they wanted their relationship to be private.

Wouldn’t you say that fits Taylor/Karlie? Because when you don’t see two people associating as much publicly as they used to, you automatically assume something happened or that they aren’t friends…right? Because that’s what everyone assumed until Karlie showed up at the rep tour and the eras tour.

[destiel-wings]

Did I miss Misha originally say Cas’s confession was platonic?

I don't think Misha ever said that. For as much as i know he was on the main team with Bobo Berens to actively fight to have the confession happen, so he definitely never thought it was platonic. He's always been quite vocal about how non platonic it was actually, like when in Italy the "I love you" was dubbed with the platonic version of it, "ti voglio bene" (instead of "ti amo", which is the romantic equivalent) he posted a video to criticize that embarrassing decision.

I think there's been a moment, right after the first spn conventions after the finale, when the first fan questions about the confession happened and extremely embarrassing replies were given by certain actors (I'm talking about the infamous reply that Jared gave to a fan asking about it), Misha got really upset (not at Jared, i mean, in general, because apparently even after the confession canonically happened IN THE SHOW, they still weren't allowed to talk about it, or about destiel as an actual thing), and so he may have been quite frustrated for a while, not expressing himself quite as strongly ad he did at first.

But I'm seeing the latest few cons that happened, mainly the latest two jibs, and all the amazing jenmish content we got in their panels together, and how slightly easier it's become for them to talk about it... i mean Jensen and Misha wrote a destiel song on the spot a week ago at the jib11, and Jensen said he would love to see the confession being adressed "maybe we will get to see that soon" and I'm being more hopeful.

And so Misha has been quite more at ease bringing it up again too, like this is another reply he gave last week at jib11:

The thing about destiel is, I think the people in power never wanted it to happen because they thought they would lose viewers and thus, money, tainting the franchise. I think most of the writers tried to slip it in anyway, through the subtext, and they were always allowed it to a certain extent because it worked, and it placed the show in a certain limbo where destiel was basically Schrodinger's cat. It was there and wasn't at the same time. The confession was fought for and i think the peole who cared about it did whatever they could, but still, they couldn't get a complete win since the ones in charge still refused to let Dean reciprocate. So that must've been extremely frustrating for Misha too, because he's one of the ones that really cared for it, and understood just how meaningful it was to many people, and the power it had, and it might have had if brough to completion.

I think Jensen went on board too, somewhere along the way, and he changed his mind for the better. Like, i still think that to him, Dean is probably straight, but he's been way more open recently (ever since the confession, and probably during season 15 too, since the moment he knew the story was going to lead there) and probably after seeing the impact it had, the fandom's reaction to it and the finale, he probably understood just how much it would mean to so many people. So even though he may definitely have a preference for Dean being straight IF THE NETWORK ALLOWED IT i really don't think he would be against a canonically bi Dean. Not anymore. I think he might actually go for it. For the fans.

And i think he's had talks with Misha about it.

But what i mostly mean when I say "it's become slightly easier for them to talk about it" is they have more room to do it, because either their NDAs are about to expire or Jensen buying the rights to the story gives him more power to disclose things and talk more freely. Please take all these words with a grain of salt because i don't work in the industry and these are just my personal speculations, but i think the main problem and cause of frustration with talking about destiel publicly for any of the actors has always been contractual. The show didn't officially take a position (denying Dean the reciprocation) and so all the public statements and opinions of the actors needed to contractually adhere to the "company line" (which i think may *only partially* explain Jared's infamous rant, as a horrendously clumsy attempt to avoid confirmation of destiel - note that I'm not justifying it).

Of course, the enraging thing is that while Dean's reciprocation is canonically up to discussion and subject to interpretation, Castiel's is not. So Misha has always been one of the few to be freer to talk about that specific moment, because Castiel's journey took a clearer stand.

But even that has been buried or blurred down to "interpretation" very often by others, taking another time a huge step back, to favor the colossal hiding of destiel and not risk a blatant confirmation from the show, officially, on both sides. So if Misha ever said anything about it being platonic (which i don't think he did), he was probably just ranting it out in extreme frustration or reciting it as a company line to survive from the snipers of the CW (just as the rest of the actors).

***

That's how i see it anyway. Sorry i went a little overboard with my reply, and brought up Jensen in the discourse too, but hopefully that answers it! :)

[multistanisms]

Family Day Part One | Shadowhunters

FANDOM: Shadowhunters

PAIRING: Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane

WORD COUNT: 1107

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: Family Day at the Institute is the one day Alec always hates; mainly because his father is a politician with impossible standards for his children and an especially high disappointment for his eldest son. This year is troublesome, because not only is his little sister there, but he’s got an obvious crush on his roommate that will no doubt come into question. Until Isabelle decides that he and Magnus faking being together is the best course of action.

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Family day.

Alec had stayed in the dorm for the better part of the morning, ignoring what little noise he could hear. Parents coming to see their kids and ask about them and see the classes and the campus in a more knowledgeable setting. Alec wasn't holding his breath. He was leaning back against the arm of the couch, silent and watching tv, when the door opened and Magnus came in, followed by Isabelle. Alec arched a brow as his sister looked less than put together. Which actually meant she was overly put together. “Izzy?”

“Mom and Dad are coming.” Izzy said quickly, fingers fiddling with the high collar of her midnight blue dress.

“What?!” Alec sat up, legs swinging off the couch as he watched his sister, blue eyes widening. The commotion was enough to get Magnus’ attention from where he was beginning to cook (the plan they’d made weeks ago when Family Day had been announced), and he turned towards the startled sound in Alec's voice.

“Alexander?” He asked, concern in his voice as the siblings looked at him. “What's wrong?”

Alec ran a hand over his face and through his hair. “Our parents are coming.”

“Why? I thought they basically didn’t talk to the two of you anymore.” Magnus felt thrown off for a moment.

“Dad did, which makes it hard to talk to mom. Because of him, she haven't said a word to me since I told them I was going to follow what I wanted.”

“And refusing to marry Lydia so publicly.” Isabelle replied, giving a proud little smile.

“Lydia wanted to marry someone else. I wasn't going to let our parents, no, our dad, take that from her.” Alec retorted, making Magnus smile.

“So why would they come here now?” Magnus asked, wanting to know.

“It probably has absolutely nothing to do with wanting to see us.” Alec assured. “Fifty dollars says it’s all just for show.” The resigned tone in his voice made Izzy bite her lip nervously.

“Dad must be going for re-election.” She added with a quiet sigh and a clearly resigned nod, moving to sit down on the couch next to Alec. Ebony hair fell over her shoulder as she ran slender fingers through her ponytail. “Which means he wants the younger age bracket votes.”

“And he thinks that using his own kids will fix that?” Magnus asked, clearly unhappy by the idea of it. “That's ridiculous!”

“It isn't so much about Izzy as it is putting on a show with me as his little puppet.” Alec said, his jaw tense as he stared at his hands.

“Pardon?” Magnus asked. “Why would one of you be more important than the other?”

“Making a show of supporting Alec after the hell dad caused last campaign would make him look better to younger voters given the current big issues.” Izzy answered. “When Alec came out last year, people supported him while our dad disowned him. It makes it hard for us to have a decent conversation with mom because of it.” She watched Magnus take in the information, his dark eyes pondering. When a spark lit in those pretty brown hues, she arched a brow. “What is going through that head of yours, Magnus?”

“Why not invite them for dinner?” Magnus asked, giving a smirk. “We can test his resolve to putting on a show.”

“IT would be nice to see how well his acting is,” Alec replied, chuckling.

“How exactly are we gonna do that? It’s not like Alec has a boyfriend.” Izzy countered, but as she said it, she gave a grin. “Oh my god, yes. Magnus, you could pretend to be Alec’s boyfriend.”

Having his initial idea derailed by the enthusiasm from his roommate’s sister, he blinked a little. “Uhm...Isabelle…”

“No, no, it’s perfect!” Izzy said, clapping a little. “I’ll invite them over, you two get ready!” That being said, she was up and out, in much better spirits than her arrival just minutes before. There was a terribly awkward silence between the young men as they stood there.

“Alec, I didn’t mean-”

“No, I know. Izzy kind of gets ideas and takes off with them.” Alec interrupted him, blushing a little even though he didn’t really like when Magnus called him Alec these days. Magnus calling him Alec usually meant that Magnus was uncomfortable, tired or trying to stop him from talking. And since they had been up long enough to be awake but not long enough to want a nap and Alec hadn’t been talking, it made it easy to figure out which option was most likely. And Magnus had every right to feel that way. Pretend to be boyfriends? Alec wasn’t even sure if he was Magnus’ type. How could that work when Alec was fairly certain that he loved the other man? “But, uhm, if it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have-”

“Why would it make me uncomfortable?” It was Magnus’ turn to interrupt, tilting his head as he walked over to take Izzy’s place beside the raven haired man. “Alexander, if there is anything that would not make me uncomfortable, it’s showing your dad’s act up.” And it would help that being fake boyfriends would make it easy to steal kisses; at least while ALec’s parents were around. He could handle that….couldn’t he? “Besides, no one can throw a good dinner party like me.”

“Are you sure Cat wouldn’t mind?” Alec asked.

“Why would Cat…?” Magnus trailed off before shaking his head. “Oh, Alexander, darling, no. Catarina and I are just really good friends. We go way, way back.” he explained, resting a hand on Alec’s knee. “I’m sorry if we came across as more than that.”

“So you’re really okay with this? Pretending to be dating?”

“I mean, we’re already living together.” Magnus countered. “IF anyone could pull this off and make it look real, it’s us.”

Alec couldn't help but smile because Magnus was right. They could pull this off for a few days while his parents were in town. The real question was if they could go back to being just friends when the time came for his parents to go home. “What can I do to help get ready?”

“Let’s get dinner started.” Magnus said with a wink, leaning to kiss Alec’s cheek and get up. “Maybe if we have time, a few practice kisses.” He went to start back on prepping dinner, glad when Alec joined him with a blush on his cheeks. This was going to be a test Alec’s father couldn’t pass, Magnus would make sure of that.

[ulircursed]

♡ ok but I'm actually genuinely curious as to what Andrei himself would think of how his situation would change in this situation KSHDKDB

from this picrew!

a new child in jugdral-verse? yup, but hold tight, this au is my wildest one yet. there's another child too, but i'll talk about the other kid when it comes up

cw for rape

unlike the other jugdral asks where i just went crazy on my own, a few sensitive details were discussed a little with erica bc of the topic at hand. so deirdre and andrei have a precanon thread currently going on, where the two of them meet and have a meal and it's their first time hanging out just the two of them. in it, deirdre thanks andrei for, and i quote, 'dealing with one of the men who killed [her] father'. that's ring! andrei freaks out internally, of course, though he is able to salvage the situation to an extent

now, what if that meeting went well enough (in deirdre's mind) that they had more meetings? andrei is on one hand extremely uncomfortable with her, but on the other hand, this is exactly what he wants!! think about what it does for yngvi's reputation if the duke has a direct and personal friendship with the princess and future queen of grannvale!!! this is excellent and great and he cannot possibly refuse this. so he agrees to every single meeting, and talks to her, and they form some sort of friendship thing. at this point andrei's mental health is a mere thread away from utterly insane by the way. surely this will end well, right?

(oh yeah, at this point, andrei does already marry antares and have scipio. scipio is not involved in this mess and is the exact same as he is in canon)

it all comes to a head at one meeting, where deirdre confesses to him that she is ready to have children with lord arvis. she thinks she's ready, finally, thanks to the support and friendship of those around her, including andrei! she mentions something about ring again, and andrei snaps. i've mentioned it before, but andrei resents arvis for (as far as he knows) heading the conspiracy plot, because without it none of this would've had to happen. and so, upon hearing that arvis is about to get what he wants with the woman he loves, andrei forces himself upon deirdre

he comes to his senses after the deed is done, and apologizes profusely, begging her for his life essentially. he says that he will die if word of this ever gets out, and deirdre agrees to keep it a secret. and she does! until. she gets pregnant. i won't go into detail about when/whether she and arvis would've consummated their marriage at this point, but as erica points out, deirdre is not good at hiding her emotions and will eventually tell arvis about it as soon as he asks, so even if being pregnant was potentially expected, the secret would've gotten out at some point during the pregnancy

for his crimes, andrei is publicly executed and yngvi falls into disgrace. antares, already not a noble (this is purely my hc but andrei married a non-noble claiming to have minor ullr blood to have scipio), gets kicked out of yngvi along with scipio, and they go live their non-noble lives somewhere else

anyway, deirdre is pregnant! with twins! manfroy is kinda frustrated, bc he wanted her to have kids with arvis, dammit. but she's of course gonna keep the babies, so they are born. julia is still julia, just with major naga and minor ullr instead of fjalar blood. but her older brother, get this—

name: julio

gender: male (he/him)

class: prince > master knight minus bows and sword

minor ullr, minor loptous

tiptoes around his 'father', whom he's aware isn't really his father. has developed some chronic people-pleaser tendencies because on some level, he feels like his and his sister's existence broke something in this household and that he's not meant to exist. good at charming the staff! very polite for a noble scion

protective of his sister, mostly because of the above reason. the twins grow up really close! julia is the only one that julio feels he can show his true feelings around

they stay in the velthomer household as part of the family upon deirdre's insistence, which isn't terrible because they get a loving mother growing up, but also isn't great because they have to interact with arvis. arvis isn't abusive or anything, but everything about these kids brings back his trauma re: victor so his mental health is just not great in general. they try to avoid each other wherever possible

he's set up to become the duke of yngvi, or whatever that territory is gonna be called if that whole house ends up being dissolved. he works really hard in his youth, but doesn't pick up the bow because he can sense that his 'father' is really really not ok with that. forgoes the sword too, while he's at it, because his 'father' doesn't seem too pleased with that either. he knows how to fence and stuff, but not horseback sword usage. he learns magic though, magic is a-ok in this household

deirdre isn't blamed for this incident, because andrei was the one who initiated the whole thing, and the twins are... yeah, they're bastards, but they're the blood of the legitimate royal family, so it's not like they can be killed or anything. anyway, at this point, sigurd gets to belhalla and arvis cooks him twice as hard as in canon because at this point he's pissed off at anyone who's ever had kids with deirdre, but it's not like anyone can tell because no one knows how hard he cooked sigurd in canon so they just think wow his meteor spell is that strong

manfroy urges them to try again, and tbh azmur wants fully legitimate grandkids too, so according to erica, they do! because deirdre loves arvis and everything. but you know, holy blood weirdness and all that, their kid (let's call him julius) is born with fjalar blood and naga blood but not loptous blood. manfroy, extremely frustrated now, tells them to try AGAIN, and this time, uh, deirdre dies in childbirth and the child doesn't survive. listen, this is kid #5 ok i don't think health care was that good at that time. as an extra screw u to manfroy, maybe this kid would've had major loptous had they survived. but they didn't

manfroy's plans fail! julio becomes the new duke of yngvi and arvis just tries to avoid looking at him. julia is married off to one of the neighboring countries (i had to google what happened to illegitimate children of nobility/royalty and the answers were... this basically). julius becomes duke of velthomer and the heir to the throne. seliph can come in and fix some things about this, but loptous isn't one of his problems for once. everyone is either happy or dead! if julio ends up fighting febail, he will die to febail and his cousin will become the new duke of yngvi, but he doesn't have special dialogue with any of them because who tf are these people. the end.

bonus: thank u to erica for suggesting this route btw

[dr-milfi]

It's been a couple weeks since Michael Imperioli sarcastically posted on Instagram that he was going to forbid 'bigots and homophobes' from watching his work following the Supreme Court ruling. I made the mistake of reading the comments on his post, and for every decent human praising and thanking him for being a decent human (and for understanding the irony behind his words), there were at least ten not so decent humans telling him to shut up, stick to acting, keep politics out of it, etc. etc. Wisely, at a certain point, he turned off his comment section on the post because it got that ugly.

20-whatever years ago, when the series aired, David Chase took exception with the individuals who couldn't stand the thought-provoking Melfi segments in the Sopranos. He said they all wanted "less yakking and more whacking." In other words, people didn't have the patience to exercise some critical thinking, or to appreciate the actual art of what he was creating with the Sopranos, rather simply wanted to gratuitously enjoy the violence of mob dudes killing each other off and busty Bing girls dancing topless.

After Imperioli's post, Facebook, Twitter and Instagram were rife with people demanding that he stop being political and posturing that they were bigots and they were gonna keep watching his shows like god intended goddammit.

I find it not just disheartening, but shocking that the fandom hasn't evolved over the course of two decades. Really? We live in a world where people are so proud to loudly and publicly declare their hatred and discrimination of others? I mean, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, seeing as we have more mass shootings than we have days in the year. Talk about more whacking and less yakking.

But... This is a series that is at its core so exceptionally thoughtful, full of meaning, and rich with symbolism, right down to the song choices to which those naked girls are dancing. It's a series about the American Dream. A series about changing times. It's a series about love.

So why haven't people grown, changed, or learned to love more than their het/cis agenda? Why can't people see past the anger or bloodlust? Is that really all our American Dream boils down to?

If you walk away from the Sopranos thinking that those men are poster boys for how to behave in the world, than you have missed something truly important about the Sopranos. Chase didn't show us racist, bigoted, homophobes in the Sopranos because he thought that was how real men should behave. He didn't portray them as murderers of sex workers and vicious beaters of their girlfriends because it's positive. He was showing how broken and antiquated and ingrained the world they came from was. Why the fuck do you think Tony Soprano was in therapy for fucks sake???!!!

Michael Imperioli is an incredible actor. He's also a brilliant writer who gave us such amazing episodes as From Where to Eternity. From what I gather, he's also a kind and thoughtful person. He's a devout Buddhist and vegetarian. We were lucky to watch him play such a rich and layered character as Christopher Moltisanti, but thank fuck he is NOT Christopher Moltisanti.

And by taking a stand and sticking up for vulnerable and oppressed folks, he demonstrated how real men who are not broken by vicious cycles of violence, are supposed to behave in the world.

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 22: 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

Written Chapter.

Word Count: 766.

You still remember the first time you ever came into Harabeoji’s office. You were a scared little girl and there was this old man, telling you he was your harabeoji, that your parents were not really your parents. And that you were the Lost Park you’d heard about in passing.

Being back in his office, was not a good thing. You could only guess what your harabeoji wanted to shout at you about today. You almost wished you'd just answered his texts. Then you wouldn’t be forced into this face-to-face meeting. It was much harder to fight your point when you could see the disappointment and anger on Harabeoji’s face. Yet here you were ready to hear your harabeoji tell you how you’ve disappointed him and failed to live up to the Park name.

“Your results are unacceptable; how did you go from the top of your grade to now only being in the top ten?” Harabeoji asked you but before you could even answer he carried on speaking.

“I will tell you how this happened, that tutor of yours, Yang Jungwon and his friends. All of them are ruining you, they are ruining the reputation you have. It is bad enough that you refuse to publicly acknowledge that you are the youngest Park but these ruffians will be the reason you amount to nothing Park YN” Harabeoji said looking at you with the usual look of disappointment and anger. The only two emotions that harabeoji seemed to have when you were around.

“If I could defend myself, I am still at the top of my grade. Being in the top ten will still get me into any of the top universities in Korea and around the world. Just because I am not killing myself to be number 1 does not mean I have stopped working hard.” You said, trying to not look at harabeoji and see his reactions to what you were saying to him, you saw him open his mouth and you cut him off.

“Also Wonnie and his friends have nothing to do with ruining my reputation. If anything thanks to them Ive become more approachable and they help bringing me out of my shell so I will not stop being friends with them” You said still not looking at harabeoji but looking over his shoulder at some point on the wall.

“When will you stop disappointing me Park Yn, this rebellious streak of yours has gone on for too long, I will not deal with it any longer. You’ve already made a mess of your engagement with Hwang Hyunjin and now you continue to embarrass me in school with how you act. I do not ask for much, I am your harabeoji, all I want is for you to reach your potential and grow but here you are not listening to me and acting out in this way” Harabeoji said. You didn’t know how to feel with what he said, how do you even reply to that.

You had to distance yourself from Hyunjin and that had done wonders for your mental state. Rebelling, was it really rebellion if the truth was that you now felt comfortable enough to show others your true self, not just your family and best friends. Was there even a middle ground to be found with your harabeoji.

He wanted you to be like your siblings, but you weren’t like them, you didn’t want to be like them. You loved them for the crazy weirdos they were and you were just as crazy and weird as them but just on the quieter side.

You had no response, you didn’t know what to say. With the lack of response, harabeoji had carried on his diatribe about how he did so much for you and yet your behaviour was a slap to the face to him. Nothing you hadn’t heard harabeoji say to you before. Though silver lining was probably that this time he wasn’t screaming at you.

Not that you were listening, unlike the other times, this time, you were letting Harabeoji’s words wash over you. Sure you still wanted him to be proud of you but you were starting, slowly to understand that his expectations were something you would never reach because they weren’t expectations for you.

Oh no, harabeoji’s expectations were for the person he wanted you to be. By that logic, you were out here doing your best and that made your siblings happy and at the end of the day that is all you wanted.

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Summary: Being the introvert in a family of extroverts is hard but Park YN is used to it. What she isn't used to is being noticed by the most popular boy in her class, Yang Jungwon.

Pairing: Yang Jungwon x F! Reader.

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So what do we think??? It's been a hot minute since I wrote a fully written chapter in my smaus, so let me know how horrible it is. Thoughts and opinions please.

[stories-poetry4all]

“Where is my wife?” Lucas tried to sound nonchalant.

“Luke, it’s been 2 weeks. I don’t know what to tell you. The woman is a ghost.” Alan sighed.

"I'm not obsessing." Lucas muttered defensively, seizing Sarah's plain wedding ring off the nightstand. There wasn't even a single diamond chip on. Why did she never ask him for some jewelries?

“Oh yeah? You moved into the villa you avoided for 3 years. You are sleeping in the bed you refused to share with her. Every morning you ask me if I found her. You ARE obsessing. But why? You never paid any attention to your contact-married wife, so why now?”

“...Why did she leave?”

"Why should she stay?" Alan said bluntly. "We're only surprised Sarah didn't leave you sooner. She was completely ignored by her husband for 3 years. And you keep cheating on her and making her a laughing stock to everyone."

“What?! I didn’t cheat!”Lucas sputtered.

“Really?” Alan’s eyes narrowed, “You show up to galas with her in the same plain, black gown and won’t even look at her. Then you take Madeline shopping for designer dresses and jewelry before showing up to places with her hanging off your arm like some giggly school girl going to her prom. How could people not think you’re having an affair?”

“I never touched her! My sister Lidia is the one I take shopping. Madeline just tags along.”

“And the difference being?” Alan rolled his eyes.

Taking out his phone he called up several pictures before handing it over. Lucas looked at the screen and paled. The images showed him with Madeline trying on dresses, modeling dresses for him, picking out a new necklace, even attending various events hanging off his arm as Alan said.

Alongside were headlines reading: A Night Out But Where’s Missus Stanton? Say Hello to the Soon-to-Be Missus Stanton Two!

“Who the hale did this?!” Lucas said in his fury, then panic climbed in: Had Sarah seen these toxic stories painting her as a powerless fool? Had she believed them?!

“These are the articles the Eagle and others have been publishing for the past two years,” Alan showed more images. “And these are the tamer headlines. Luke, for 3 years your wife was publicly mocked across the country and snubbed by society.”

“Snubbed? What do you mean?”

“She hardly received any invitations to any events from anybody.”

Lucas’s brow furrowed. “What about the Mixer and the New Year’s Gala and…”

“Those were invitations you received, not her.”

"That's absurd," Lucas sputtered. "They dare do that to a Stanton?"

“Because everyone knew she meant nothing to you and no good would come of being friendly with her. They just followed your lead. I’m surprised she stayed as long as she did,” Alan sighed deeply. “I don’t know any woman who would have stayed half that long unless…unless she really did love you.”

Lucas paled. Could it be true? Did Sarah have genuine feelings for him? How? When? Why didn’t she say anything?

"Find her, Alan," Lucas rasped, finally meeting his friend's knowing gaze. "Spend whatever it takes, tap every resource - just bring Sarah home."

---

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the priest intoned in a monotonous voice.

Sarah turned blushing as she faced her husband for the first time. It was done. They had said the words and stood in front of their families so now it was true. Gazing upon her husband she found his expression emotionless and indifferent. With a sigh he leaned forward to her…

…Cheek

* * *

Sarah woke and slowly sat up. She sat there several moments before looking over at the other side of the bed to find it empty, as it had been for the past three years. With a sigh she stood and quietly made her way to the bathroom stepping into the shower.

Three years ago she married her Prince Charming…or so she had thought. Lucas Stanton was the grandson of Alice Stanton, one of the most prominent business people in New York. Despite being a woman Alice succeeded in a male dominated world and was known as the First Lady of Business standing on even ground with the likes of Augustus DaLair, Richard Prescott and Emerson Carlisle.

Her own son proved inept at business so Alice maintained the reins of her company until her grandson showed promise. She groomed him to be her heir and the next head of Stanton Incorporated skipping over her own son in an unprecedented move. However, the changing of the guard came with a price: she insisted Lucas marry and not to just any woman, but a woman of her choosing. Alice’s last acquisition was Tomlinson Tech, the company Sarah’s father started, brought out of obscurity and drove to bankruptcy.

For as long as Sarah could remember her father had been fascinated by gadgets and electronics. He was a fair programmer so starting a technology company seemed to be a sure fire way of earning his fortune. But good with computers did not translate to business smarts. Poor management led to the company’s inevitable demise but her father refused to submit and went to other companies wanting them to buy out Tomlinson and secure the funds he needed to maintain his lifestyle.

Most turned him down outright but Alice Stanton humored him. They finally settled on a deal giving Sarah’s father ten percent over the company’s market value, several shares in Stanton Inc and a bride for Lucas. Sarah couldn’t believe her father when he delivered the news. She denounced the deal but a private interview with Alice herself changed Sarah’s mind. So she agreed to the arrangement though she at least secured herself some conditions.

According to what she heard Lucas also balked at his grandmother’s deal but in the end acquiesced to her demands to ensure his position as company CEO. Sarah didn’t know if he had gotten any conditions out of his grandmother as she did but she supposed it didn’t matter. The wedding was set.

It had always been Sarah’s dream to have an autumn wedding but her father insisted on a spring event to secure the deal as soon as possible as he wouldn’t receive his money until after the official I do’s. He left Sarah to plan and make the arrangements all the while cutting an already limited budget once a venue was secured. Luckily getting by with limited funds was nothing new. In fact it had been her mother’s specialty.

While her father’s passion was technology her mother’s had been antiquing. Finding the potential and beauty in something old, reviving it and making it new again was her calling and Sarah learned how to do it at her side. There wasn’t a garage sale, thrift store, street fair or flea market her mother passed up in her quest and the same passion lived on in Sarah.

With her shrinking budget Sarah decorated the church and reception hall on her own making the repurposed look chic and sophisticated. That also included her dress which was really her mother’s old wedding gown although her friend Vicki handled most of the alterations. Despite her efforts and the exclusive guest list it seemed she had not impressed her groom or high society. Of the few reviews she read all were of the opinion she fell well short of the Stanton’s reputation. She could bear society’s criticism. It was her husband’s open dismissal that hurt.

During the reception he danced with her only once and never even looked her in the eye the entire night, which she supposed was more than her father or brother did. After dinner a limo took them to their new villa, a wedding gift from Alice located in Astoria. Lucas preceded her to the door barely holding it open for her as she stepped inside their new home for the first time.

Giving her the keys he turned back to the door, “Here you are then. Have a good night.”

“What?” Sarah blinked. “What do you mean? Aren’t you…”

“You honestly think I’m staying here?” he scoffed. “I have a condo downtown. Why would I stay here?”

“But…”

Lucas laughed, “You thought this was an actual marriage? It’s a stunt, a show, concocted by my grandmother. It means nothing.”

With that he left and she was alone. And that was how her marriage began. In the three years they had been married Sarah rarely saw her husband except when he needed to make a public appearance. Only then did he tell her to secure a car and meet him at the venue. She was expected to trot out on his arm like a trained pony. When he was tired of her presence he sent her off on her own with instructions not to embarrass him before she headed home…alone.

It wasn’t any wonder she grew paler over the years and lost several pounds lacking any appetite. They never went out to eat and never had a simple conversation. In fact he made no effort to engage her or learn anything about her.

Though they were always careful to maintain the image of the happy couple high society was adept at reading their subtle cues. As Lucas Stanton’s wife she should have received numerous invitations to various functions and events but aside from a few sent from friends society ignored her with the same disdain as her husband. All of that she could live with…it was the other thing that tore her heart to pieces.

Stepping out of the shower she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped into the bedroom to hear her phone alert her to a new message. Clenching her jaw she walked over to the bed and glanced at the sender: Madeline. Taking a deep breath she set the phone down, refusing to open the message.

Madeline Rogers was the childhood friend of Lidia Stanton, Lucas’s sister. She grew up with the Stanton siblings and was practically joined. As such Lucas gave her a job as his secretary but Sarah was well aware their relationship was much closer. Madeline never wasted a day reminding her how good Lucas treated her or how many times he made her relax during their illicit meetings. Sarah had stopped reading the texts long ago but they came every morning like clockwork. And Madeline’s weren’t the only messages.

Her phone chimed twice more as it received messages from Lidia and her mother, Patricia. Sarah didn’t read theirs either. They were always the same. Lidia’s message would demand to know why she was still getting in the way of Lucas and Madeline’s love and happiness.

Their messages Sara could ignore. It was harder when she had to see them in person. Thankfully these moments were few and far between. The only time Sarah had to see them was on the holidays at the Stanton estate. There, at least, Alice’s presence curbed their antics since neither would risk upsetting the Stanton matriarch who was always friendly with her. While she was nothing more than an annoyance to Lucas, she was clearly Alice’s favorite. But Alice couldn’t be everywhere and Lucas never defended her.

Dressing in jeans and a sweater Sarah headed to the kitchen. There she filled a kettle with water and set it on the stovetop to boil. When she first moved into the villa there had been a housekeeper but she tired of the other woman’s looks of pity and eventually dismissed her with a generous severance pay and glowing references. Sometimes she missed having the other woman to talk to but the house was small enough for her to care for on her own especially considering she only used three rooms and left the rest locked up.

When the kettle whistled Sarah took it off the burner and poured herself a cup. After some consideration she selected her tea for the day and headed to the table. Opening her laptop she sipped her tea while it loaded. Once it was running she opened her latest file and read where she last left off.

* * *

I woke to the welcome scent of musk and Old Spice. Opening my eyes I gazed upon the visage of the man who had gotten a hold of my heart. A five o’clock shadow softened his chiseled jaw and his wavy brown hair flopped enticingly over his forehead. My hands itched to run through it but I didn’t want to wake him.

Quietly I slipped out of bed covering my body with his shirt before padding out of the bedroom. After all these years I had come to accept mystatus so this romance was unexpected. Yet there was something intriguing about this man. He captivated me like no other and it was clear he felt the same about me judging by the way his gaze always followed me. In fact, he almost gave away our game during our stakeout at the underground gambler’s den but luckily he was as good in a fight as he was in bed.

My body shivered . Shaking my head I went to the kitchen to prepare my customary morning pot of tea turning on my television to distract my devious mind. As I settled on the couch I sipped my chamomile tea and watched the news.

“…In other news Prince Edward announced his long awaited engagement to Princess Margaret. The handsome pair greeted guests at the royal estate last Tuesday to confirm their impeding nuptials…”

The tea cup slipped from my hand shattering on the floor as I stared at the image on the screen. It was Edward…my Ed…There was no doubting my eyes. My Ed was a Prince…and he was engaged. How? How had my intuition been so wrong? How could he use me like this? And what was this? Some final fling before his big day?

Calm yourself, Rosemary. It has to be a mistake. Right?

Despite my attempts to explain away the reality before my eyes there would be no denying it. My Prince Charming was an actual Prince…he also belonged to someone else.

So, what then, was I supposed to do?

* * *

Sarah leaned back in her chair as she stared at the query. Yes, what then was she supposed to do?

Since Sarah was young she had two passions in life: antiquing with her mother and writing. Throughout her childhood she always had a notebook handy to fill whenever inspiration struck her.

She couldn’t now pinpoint the exact moment Rosemary Thomas had been conceived but she remembered writing one adventure after another slowly refining her heroine. Rosemary had gone through several incarnations: a fairy princess, a pirate ship captain, even a cyborg in one strange outing before Sarah crafted her into the psychic-medium, tarot card reading, investigator she was today. Readers delighted in Rosemary’s search for truth and justice currently spanning six books.

When she was young her mother gave her this advice: write what you know, so to make sure Rosemary’s adventures were as realistic as possible Sarah had taken French cooking classes, interned with a noted photographer, competed in a rodeo, sky dived, rock climbed, scuba dived and traveled exotic locations from the Sahara desert to Paris to the Vrgin Islands. Naturally her family knew nothing of any of it.

While her father and brother lost themselves in their computer chips Sarah was left largely unsupervised after losing her mother to cancer. When her father made it big she and her brother transferred to a new, exclusive school. Her classmates; however, were anything but welcoming to new money. In her old school she endured taunting for being a nerd and a bookworm. At her new school she was bullied for not being raised privileged and elite.

There was only one person who showed any interest in her and that was Ruth Clark. The daughter of an editor and publisher, Ruth shared Sarah’s love of books and insisted on reading every Rosemary adventure. Their friendship lasted beyond high school and into college where at Ruth’s insistence she submitted the latest Rosemary story to her father. To Sarah’s surprise he was utterly delighted with the story and drafted a contract to publish it.

Not wanting to draw her family’s ridicule or ire Sarah’s only condition was to publish under a pseudonym and remain anonymous. Ruth and her father were disappointed since author appearances were the backbone of any book campaign. Sarah said she could still make appearances without showing her face and wearing a wig. The idea tickled Ruth to no end and together they created her persona.

Since the story was written in first person Sarah chose the penname Rosemary Thomas and crafted her look to mimic the character’s as much as possible. Rosemary had black hair so Sarah and Ruth shopped for a proper wig to cover Sarah’s dark blonde hair. To hide her face they found a pair of sunglasses with wide circular lens. During book tours she wore bright red lipstick and an eclectic assortment of outfits all found in thrift stores and secondhand shops.

Ruth often said when Sarah was in character even she had a hard time recognizing her. With the look complete and contract signed Sarah could bask in the fruits of her labor but also observe from the outside safe in the knowledge only three people on the planet knew the truth. But even Sarah hadn’t realized how popular Rosemary was to become.

The first book The Foxglove Files soared to number one and everyone clamored for more. Her first book had been rather mundane taking place in a New York high school and drew upon not only her own high school experience as a student but as her time as a substitute teacher. For Rosemary’s next outing Sarah wanted something more exotic. With six figures in her bank account from royalty checks Sarah decided to head to Paris exploring the city and taking classes in French cuisine, working in a bakery before making friends with a noted photographer who taught her the basics. All her research eventually inspired The Manchineal Scheme.

And so it began, her adventures becoming the fodder to fuel Rosemary’s. Sometimes it was difficult to separate her reality from the character. Perhaps that was why when fans asked for a love interest Sarah responded with Edward and Rosemary’s doomed romance. But did it have to be doomed? Even if she didn’t have her happy ending maybe Rosemary still could?

Where did the line between fantasy and reality end? Sarah still didn’t have an answer. But she kept writing hoping one day she would find it.

“Lucas…Luke! Hey earth to Lucas!” Alan practically yelled before gaining his friend’s attention.

Lucas ran a hand through his wavy, brown hair and stared at the man in front of him. Alan had been his friend since primary school. Groomed to be an informative and indisputable researcher Alan proved to have incomparable skills both as a personnel manager and information gatherer. Lucas could think of no one better suited to help him carry on in his grandmother’s place. So far they proved an indomitable team securing several key wins for the benefit and expansion of the company. Perhaps he wasn’t quite at his grandmother’s level and maybe he was a step or two behind the likes of Julius DaLair and Silas Prescott but he was closing the gap.

“Yeah, what is it?” Lucas asked giving his friend a hard stare to remind him he was also an employee.

“A couple of things. Fredrick Church called…again,” Alan said noting Lucas’s scowl.

“And what does he want?”

“A loan.”

Lucas snorted back a laugh, “Is he kidding? Next time he calls tell him I’d be a fool to help anyone who offended Augustus DaLair. He can take care of his own problems. What else?”

“The Fortune500 Mixer is tomorrow night.”

“Oh, that again.” Lucas sighed.

The Mixer was a casual, annual event to encourage the various elite of New York to mingle, trade ideas and invest in new projects. He forgot who first set it up but it was an event his grandmother never missed so it wasn’t one he could skip as her heir. The Mixer itself wasn’t what bothered him. What bothered him was that he would have to attend with his dull, pale excuse for a wife.

Sarah Tomlinson. To this day he didn’t understand his grandmother’s reasoning. Sure she was easy enough on the eyes but she was a school teacher, a substitute, at that. There was simply no way she could compete with the likes of Macey DaLair, renown photographer M. Gray, or Avalynn Prescott daughter of Emerson Carlisle and restaurant entrepreneur. If he wanted to stand on an even keel with Julius and Silas he needed a woman capable of standing with theirs. He knew his grandmother was desperate for heirs but there had to be a limit.

Yet his agreement with his grandmother meant he also couldn’t divorce Sarah without substantial reason to satisfy his grandmother. So he was stuck with his inadequate wife in a fast pace world that left stragglers behind without remorse.

“Fine. Contact my bride and let her know the time,” Lucas sighed.

Alan grimaced at his callous attitude but obediently sent the message. It was several minutes before he received an answer. The wait itself was odd but the reply even stranger.

Seeing his frown Lucas asked, “What is it?”

“She says she’s under the weather and won’t be able to attend.”

“Good,” Lucas sighed relief. “I won’t have to endure her company.”

“Luke, if she’s sick enough to stay home don’t you think you should maybe take her to the hospital?”

“She can call herself an Uber if it’s that bad,” Lucas waved off his concern. “Let my sister know I’ll need her to attend the Mixer with me. It wouldn’t do to show up stag at this event.”

“Right.” Alan’s frown deepened but he complied. He had a feeling it was going to be a very long night.

* * *

Lucas stepped out of the car offering his hand and helped his sister out. Though they were a couple years apart they looked almost like twins. As always Lidia wore a stunning gown, sparkling diamond necklace and earrings and impeccable makeup. She was the epitome of heiress with an attitude and body to match. If only his bride were half as glamorous.

“Ah-em.” A voice from the limo reminded him of his other passenger.

Lucas rolled his eyes but reached in to help Madeline out as well. Like Lidia she wore a sparkling gown and a sapphire necklace. Though her family didn’t have the same means as Lidia she was seldom lacking when it came to dressing up. Though Lucas had only requested his sister somehow Madeline managed to tag-along as always. Since she was technically his secretary he supposed there was no harm.

Madeline threaded her arm through his left while Lidia took his right and together the trio headed in with a wary Alan tagging along behind. As always the Mixer was held in a large reception room. This one had wide windows giving them a fantastic view of the city.

The girls tagged along as Lucas made his rounds greeting people he knew. Lucas introduced his sister and secretary to any who asked though they were expected to remain calm and quiet unless addressed. This was a rule Sarah followed to the letter but not one Lidia and Madeline minded breaking much to the consternation of a few guests some of who gave Lucas curious glances he wasn’t sure how to describe: revulsion, consternation, disgust.

Making his first lap of the event space Lucas was surprised to see Julius DaLair in attendance along with Macey. This was not their normal event. The pair usually stuck to gatherings that were more child-friendly so they could bring along their growing brood. Though he was surprised to see them he couldn’t miss the opportunity to greet them as meeting Julius was difficult since so much of his time was spent in Paris.

“Julius, good to see you,” Lucas greeted.

“Lucas,” Julius smiled though his expression immediately became contemplative when he noticed Lucas’s company.

“This is Lidia, my sister, and my secretary, Madeline.”

“Charmed, I’m sure,” Madeline cooed earning a glare from Julius.

“Did Sarah not come with you?” Macey asked choosing not to acknowledge either young woman.

“Who? Oh, no. She was ill so she stayed home,” Lucas said.

“I hope she’s all right. I was looking forward to talking with her. It feels like ages since we last chatted.”

“Why would you want to talk to that boring hag?” Lidia laughed.

“Is that anyway to talk about your sister-in-law?” Julius glared.

“It’s not like she’s anyone important,” Lidia shrugged.

Julius looked at Lucas expecting him to admonish his sister but Lucas merely shrugged. Macey frowned sharing a concerned look with Julius before saying, “Well give her my best and tell her I hope to see her as soon as she’s well.”

Lucas vaguely nodded as Julius and Macey took their leave eager to distance themselves from the unusual trio. Though Julius had entertained business proposals from Lucas in the past he saw no reason to do so now or in the future. It was best to distance DaLair business interests as far from Stanton as possible and he made a note to share his concerns with March and their father.

Eventually Lucas made it to the bar and ordered his customary drink before choosing his next route. It was going to be a long night and he had to make the most of it sending Lidia and Madeline off to mix with the other wives to establish wider connections. Lidia was adept at this sort of thing so Lucas was assured she would aid his endeavors…much more so than Sarah ever could.

* * *

“London Bridge is falling down, down, down,” Lucas sang as he stumbled outside.

The only thing that kept him from walking into traffic was Alan’s quick reflexes. He yanked Lucas away from the road and held him steady as he waited for the limo. When it finally arrived he practically threw Lucas into the back before turning to the driver.

“Where were you? Taking a leak? When I say we need the car I mean we need it now!”

“S-sorry sir. It’s my first night…”

“I don’t want to hear excuses.”

“Sorry.”

“And no apologies.”

“Sor—Right. Umm…what’s wrong with Mister Stanton?”

“Nothing. He’s just a little drunk. Look, take him home, make sure he gets inside. I don’t need him making a scene or getting arrested for indecent exposure. Got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

“Sir, what about the women?”

“Don’t worry about them. I’ll make sure they get home. Just take care of him.”

“Yes sir.”

Alan sighed rubbing his temples after the driver had gone. Hopefully he had acted quickly enough to prevent any fires from starting. He had been wary about bringing Lidia and Madeline and his concern was not unfounded. All night long he listened to the gossip quietly circulating around Lucas wondering why he had brought his secretary of all people.

“If that woman is a secretary I’ll eat my shoes,” one guest joked.

“She probably doesn’t even know what paper is, let alone a pen.”

“The only pen she’s ever handled is his, if you know what I mean.”

“You really think so? What about his wife?”

“Have you ever seen her? She’s elegant enough, I’ll give you that, but there is obviously no romance between them. A man’s got to get his fill somehow.”

“I suppose. Makes me feel bad for his wife.”

“Oh, she probably doesn’t have any idea. All women care about is having enough spending money to buy pretty things.”

“How many times have you been married?”

“Three.”

“Seems to be a pattern, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean?”

“Julius has only been married once and he seems quite happy, Silas too.”

“Well…”

“And I don’t think the wife is as dubious as you think she is. I don’t think she’s sick at all.”

Though Lucas used the excuse of Sarah being ill most believed it was a fabrication to keep her away from his mistress. The fact Lucas had no interest in his wife was common knowledge and her infrequent public appearances only strengthened the assumption he was carrying on an affair. Madeline certainly didn’t help matters by hanging off Lucas all night like a leech.

On top of that many witnessed Julius’s snub when Lucas first arrived and they now considered Stanton poisonous fruit. If the DaLairs weren’t interested then it was good reason to stay away. Unfortunately that led to Lucas drinking more than usual which led to the current results. Alan sighed. It was going to be a long week.

Sarah was awakened by a door slamming shut. Sitting up she reached for a robe before cautiously stepping out of her bedroom only to come face to face with her absentee husband.

“Lucas? Wh-what are you doing here?”

He cut her off by pulling her.

“Lucas, are you drunk?” she asked her nose wrinkling at the obvious smell. Her question seemed exceedingly redundant.

“I’m only drunk for you, baby,” he answered picking her up.

“Lucas! What are you doing? Put me down.”

“I’ll put you down all right.”

“Yeah, you like that,” he mumbled. “There’s more where that came from…”

......

“That’s right baby. That’s what you want, isn’t it Maddie?”

“…Wh-what?” Sarah suddenly gasped. “Luke…what did you…”

Sarah lay beside him. Her body quivered as she curled up in fetal position. Did he really call her…Maddie? As in Madeline? Did he really think he was with that woman instead of her?

Tears blurred her vision and streamed down her face. Lucas snored in content slumber while her world crumbled under the crushing reality. The man she loved, the man who wanted nothing to do with her, had touched her for the first time and he thought she was his mistress.

Sarah forced her aching body to the bathroom collapsing in the shower underneath the steaming water. She felt dirty and used. Was this her life? What about Rosemary? What would Rosemary do?

It was a long time before she calmed. Her face was red and swollen from her steady stream of tears and her skin ached from her scrubbing under the hot water but her discomfort brought her to a moment of clarity.

The fantasies she nursed since her youth were only that…fantasies. Lucas would never want her nor care about her. He wanted another woman and he would have that woman whether he was married to Sarah or not. But she refused to play the jilted lover. This was her story and she would write the ending anyway she wanted.

Shakily she stood turning off the water and stepped out. Wrapped in a towel she went to her closet staring at the contents. It was filled with high-end designer clothes but none of it suited her. It was all in neutral tones with the occasional edition of powder blue. She craved the warm tones of autumn and clothing with profiles that flattered her figure rather than made her look formless.

Going to a dresser in the back she found jeans and a sweater. Minding her aching body she dressed carefully before stepping out. Quietly she rummaged in her bedside table grabbing her laptop, phones and charging cables stuffing them all into an attaché. These were the only things she needed, that were truly hers.

Straightening she froze as Lucas grumbled unintelligently though she was fairly certain he said something along the lines of yeah, you like it like that before falling back into a rhythmic snore. Sarah stared at him memorizing this moment. This was the last time she would ever see him. From now on they were strangers. They meant nothing to each other. Resolutely she pulled off her wedding bands and left them beside the lamp before walking out of the room.

Leaving everything else as it was she slipped on a pair of sneakers and stepped out of the villa. Shutting the door firmly behind her she listened to the reassuring click. The door was locked and her keys were inside. There was no going back.

She walked down the driveway, reaching the sidewalk. Turning left she pulled out the older model phone Lucas purchased for her shortly after their wedding and turned it off. Dropping it back into her bag she pulled out a newer phone, one she purchased for herself. Opening her Uber app she called for a pickup at the next corner before dialing a number she knew by heart.

Though it was late she wasn’t surprised when it was answered on the second ring, “Hey Sare-bear, what’s up? It’s not like you to call so late.”

“Ruth, I’m coming over. I—I need to talk to you.”

“Are you okay? Sounds like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m fine. I’ll explain everything when I get there.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“See you in forty.” Sarah hung up as the silver-colored van pulled up to the curb and she climbed in.

* * *

Lucas groaned as he stirred. Sitting up he rubbed his forehead fending off a headache. He glanced down somewhat surprised to see himself although it wasn’t the first time he slept commando. More surprising was the beige bedding. In fact the entire room was beige and most certainly not his bedroom at the condo.

Glancing around he saw the other half of the bed was empty but there was some evidence that someone had been there. Standing he stumbled to the bathroom needing a shower to organize his scrambled thoughts. He recalled attending the Mixer with Lidia and Madeline but after that his memory became fuzzy and fragmented. Just how much alcohol did he imbibe to render him blackout drunk?

Leaving the bathroom he cautiously entered the closet. Only half of it was in use and filled with sensible women’s clothes. Finally he realized where he was: the Villa. That meant…

Lucas stepped out of the closet to stare at the bed. Slowly he was putting things together. Clearly Alan had noticed how much he drank and sent him home but there must have been a miscommunication. The driver didn’t bring him to his condo but to the villa instead. A copy of the villa’s keys was on his key ring so he had access not that he had ever come there. In fact the last and only time he set foot there was on his wedding night before he left his wife on her own. That explained why he had no clothes here and why he didn’t recognize the room itself. But where was his dull little wife?

Lucas frowned eying the pile of clothes on the floor. Warily he stooped gathering it up and dumping it on the bed. He sorted out his own but clearly there were women’s clothes mixed in. He felt his anger simmer.

Did she really take advantage of him while he was clearly incapacitated? Did she have no shame? He wouldn’t stand for it. He found his phone dialing Alan’s number.

The harried assistant answered on the first ring, “I’m at the condo. Where are you man?”

“Where do you think? Why am I at the villa?”

“The villa? The driver was new. I told him to take you home and he must have misunderstood.”

“Get me some clothes and come pick me up. Now.”

“I’m on my way.”

Lucas hung up and headed for the door loudly declaring, “If you think this is funny, I’m not laughing!”

Wrapped in only a towel he reached the kitchen but found it empty. Turning he headed back down the hallway checking the study and the guest rooms finding each silent and untouched.

“I am not playing hide-and-seek with you!” Lucas called. “Get your sorry out here and explain yourself. Sarah!”

Silence returned after his voice faded. Where was she? Wasn’t she supposed to be sick? Or was that some joke she concocted to make him look bad at the Mixer in front of Julius DaLair?

A knock at the front door interrupted his private musing. Heading to the door he grumbled as he unlocked the door and opened it to see Alan with bag in hand. Alan blinked looking him up and down.

“Not sure this is the neighborhood you want to be answering the door.”

Snatching the duffle Lucas retreated to the bedroom to change. Alan whistled after him amused by his friend’s predicament. Closing the door Alan glanced around the interior. It was…quiet…too quiet. Even though Sarah had been living there for three years the villa didn’t feel lived in at all. There were no pictures, no family photos and no knick-knacks. Nothing had been done to personalize the space.

It was like a demo house set up for prospective buyers to see how one might use the space. Alan frowned. It just wasn’t natural. Didn’t women collect things?

“So…where is she?” Alan asked as Lucas emerged dressed in his suit.

“If she’s smart she’ll stay away from me after last night.”

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t remember.”

“That’s not surprising. You were three sheets to the wind.”

“Well, I woke up, in bed, alone.”

“…So you think you and Sarah maybe…”

“I’m…not sure, but if I did I wasn’t in my right mind. I never would have touched her if I was thinking straight.”

“Look, she’s your wife. Most people have night with their wives. It’s not a big deal.”

“That ’s not the point. She took advantage of me. If I end up having a kid with her I’ll never be able to convince my grandmother to let me divorce her.”

“Okay, calm down. Look the chances that she would conceive after one night of—you know—are a million to one,” Alan said. “So it’s highly unlikely. Besides, would it really be that terrible?”

“Have you seen her? She’s sickly and pale. She could never raise a baby.”

Alan frowned. Over the past year he certainly noticed Sarah’s pale and seemingly frail demeanor but three years ago he remembered her being rather lively and out-going. As far as he could tell it was Lucas’s neglect that brought her to such straights though he hesitated to say it aloud.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Call her and make sure she gets tested. If she ends up being pregnant, get rid of it.”

“Lucas, that’s…really?”

“I won’t have anything around tying me to that woman,” Lucas declared. “Now let’s get to work.”

Alan hesitated glancing around the villa one last time before following Lucas out. The drive to the office was awkward and silent. He wasn’t looking forward to the conversation coming with Sarah and he hoped she would stay out of sight until Lucas calmed down.