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#I only know you like my sister is because she wants to be an actor
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Well if we got Thenamesh actor AU hurt we also should get a fluff and comfort fic after the stunt desaster, don’t you think? Thena looking after Gil and helping him <3
Thena knocked on the door, waiting patiently, worrying all the while. Even though Gil had been released from the hospital, he had still broken his arm clean through after their stunt had gone terribly wrong. Filming was even on break for a short while as he healed and as they rearranged everyone's schedules. They were filming what they could without him, and that included some of her solo scenes.
But it still left her with more free time to check on Gil, visit him, maybe do her best to lend a helping hand.
Even though it was just the bad luck of things (and the lack of checking on the status of their safety equipment), she still felt bad that it was him that had gotten hurt. The least she could do was bring him some groceries.
"Thena, hey!"
"Hey, Gil, I-"
"Sorry," he apologised, chuckling nervously as he shut the door behind her with his good arm. His injured arm was tucked against his chest--his bare chest. "I'm sorry to, uh, greet you in this state."
Thena just stared, trying to pick her jaw up and say something (anything!).
"They showed me how to get a shirt on at the hospital," Gil continued in a rush. For however embarrassed Thena was, Gil was obviously mortified. "I was trying to get it on when you knocked."
Thena nodded, choosing to look down at the bags in her hands as opposed to the very half-naked Gilgamesh in front of her. She was being silly, she knew. They weren't children, and not only was he in his own home, but he was also injured. It was just a torso--a very bare, very muscular torso.
"Sorry," he apologised again, eagerly scooping the bags up from her hands. "I'll go give it another shot. I'll be-"
"I can help," she volunteered before she could really remind herself just how stupid that was of her to offer. The blush in her cheeks only deepened at the look of gratitude written all over his face. "It must be painful to try and do yourself."
Gil sighed, still cradling his arm against himself. "I guess I wouldn't describe it as fun. They said it would get better as it heals. I can't walk around shirtless all the time."
He could--if he wanted. Thena bit down on the inside of her lip, "I suppose not."
"How's Sprite?" he asked in light conversation, walking up the stairs first to lead Thena to the bedroom.
"She actually made you a card," Thena smiled, handing it over as he paused on the staircase.
He smiled down at the small, simplistic piece of cardstock with a frowny face on it. "Dear Gil, I'm sorry your shattered your arm into a million pieces. That must suck the big one. Sprite."
"A true poet," Thena rolled her eyes at her sister's way with words. But when she looked at Gil again he seemed genuinely moved by the facetious little card.
He shrugged at Thena's skeptical look, holding the card gently, "it's sweet, in her own way."
Thena let out a faint laugh as they continued to Gil's bedroom. He had met her maybe once or twice at this point, but his understanding of her standoffish sister continued to warm her heart. "I suppose so."
Gil opened the door and immediately moved to the bed, where both his sling and his shirt had been abandoned in favour of letting Thena in. "I didn't make it very far."
"I can't imagine it's easy," Thena tilted her brows at him. She could clearly remember how heavy a dose of painkillers they'd given him immediately after the break.
Gil didn't remember it at all--that's how strong they were.
Gil offered her his own shy smile as he leaned his head down, moving his arm away from himself as far as he could.
Thena bunched up the t-shirt in her hands, scrunching it up and condensing the fabric as much as possible. She slipped his fist through the sleeve first, pushing it up to his shoulder.
Gil leaned down closer to her to let her get the neck over his head. Thena turned her head slightly, unable to take the feeling of his face being so close to hers. It was one thing when they were playing husband and wife in a scene--it was one thing to kiss her co-star when they were in character. It was another thing entirely to have Gilgamesh so close to her.
Gil blinked as she pulled the neck of the shirt over his head. He never noticed how much taller than her he was when she wasn't in heels, but he stood back up to his full height, letting her pull the shirt down once his other arm was in. Her fingers brushed against the muscles below his ribs and they both skittered a little further apart. "Th-Thanks for the help."
"Anytime," Thena murmured, twisting her hair around and around and around and then moving it to her other shoulder. She swayed a little on her feet before gesturing vaguely behind her, "the, um, groceries?"
"R-Right!" Gil put on a smile, determined to put his sweet co-star at ease. He certainly didn't feel at ease after parading around in front of her in just some grey sweatpants, but he could wallow in his embarrassment later. "Let me make us some lunch--since you're here!"
"Gil," Thena murmured as she followed him out again, "I can help. You shouldn't be pushing yourself."
"Hey, it's no trouble," he smiled, already halfway down the stairs again. "You were nice enough to bring them anyway."
It was true--she had even braved the grocery store for them. She could already imagine the rumours that were going to pop up if anyone found out that she had brought them here, but she would just have to deal with that later.
"At least let me help," she laughed and scolded him at the same time, joining him in the kitchen as he pulled items onto the counter individually. She held up a bunch of carrots (not having known what to get him but just grabbing whatever she thought he might like). "Sprite will tell you herself that I'm not much of a cook. But at least I can chop some things for you."
"If you insist," he allowed, reaching into the fridge both to put away new things and pull out some milk. "How about some bolognese?"
Thena smiled as he reached around her to set out more ingredients, the warmth from him clinging to her pleasantly. "Sounds perfect."
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Reckless Heiress
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Pairing: CEO!95 line x Heiress fem!reader / (Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua)
Feat: SEVENTEEN members, Huh Yunjin & Kim Chaewon (LE SSERAFIM)
Genre: crack; angst; fluff; smut MDNI
Fic Warnings: profanity, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, polyamory, self doubt, self sabotage, crying, domestic dominance, pet names; 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'princess', 'baby'
Word Count: 15K (6.1K smut)
Synopsis: An interesting new business venture for your family company has you using your not so positive image to your advantage to secure the contract and make big waves. In the industry as well as in the lives and hearts of three very successful and gorgeous men.
A/N: I put my uterus into this so i do hope you enjoy it and fall in lust with it like I did. This baby took a hefty 4 months to complete (ikik) but it is finally here and i couldn't wait any longer to share. This idea was birthed from my Cheol rot and I am ready to introduce it to the Carat society. But, because I am an indecisive whore, I made it the 95 line. Thank you to everyone who interacted with the teaser, y'all kept me motivated. I love you all!
As always feedback is very much welcome. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated.💛🤎🐝 Smut tags under the cut!
Smut warnings: sexual limits, heavy kissing/making out, marking, breast/nipple play, dry humping, clitoral stimulation, degradation, descriptive oral (f!recieving), vaginal fingering, sight deprivation, bulge rubbing, orgasm control, praise, slight begging, cum eating, anal play, oral (m!recieving), restraining (handcuffs), masturbation, slight voyeurisms, double penetration?, squirting, switching positions, multiple orgasms, creampies, insinuated aftercare, cunnulingus, pacification
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“Dispatch leaks photos of the Reckless Heiress leaving club Aces at 3am with public figure Soonyoung.” - HYBE News
“Caught with actor, Wen Junhui at the premier of his latest movie, the Reckless Heiress.” - ATTACA Magazine
“The Reckless Heiress seen drinking with top music producer, Woozi at a listening party” - GEFFEN Daily
In all twenty-something years of your life, that was what you were known as. Even though you were a business and marketing degree holder who graduated top 3 of the year and held the position of the Business Development Manager of Rose Quartz Industries.
Now of course you didn’t actually have to join the family business like some cliché coming of age story, but you wanted to prove to your family that you could do it and do it well. Even during your school years and especially your college years, you were carefree and expressive. Caring very little for what people thought about you, never mind your sisters.
“When are you just going to grow up?” Your older sister, Jeanette chides under her breath at dinner one evening.
“So I can be tired like you?” You answer nonchalantly, sipping on your wine. Referring to her never having time or energy for herself anymore especially after the baby. She scoffs.
“You know you’re giving mom and dad a bad name?” Your younger sister, Kaitlyn adds.
“You mean the name that’s not mine?” You respond pointedly.
See, you were the only one who still had your mother’s maiden name didn’t have your fathers (step-father last-name. He married your mother when you were in preschool. Your mom giving birth to Kaitlyn when you were five and giving her, her father’s last-name. You had made it a point to never change your last-name, it was something you and Jeanette shared until she graduated and got married to her college boyfriend Robert Michaels.
Kaitlyn kept quiet at that, not knowing how or even what to respond. Your mother sighed as she took in how hurt her husband was at the reminder that you didn’t want his name.
“Why don’t we change the subject?” She suggests and everyone mumbles their agreeance. “Your father and I have important business to discuss.”
Said man clears his throat as he dabs his mouth with a napkin. “There’s a new partnership we’re looking to close.”
“With?” Kaitlyn prompts.
“Carat Corp.”
You perk up, knowing exactly who they were.
“What do they do?” Jeanette asks.
“They are a major investment group. They fund promising businesses and nurture them, earning themselves an abundance of pay-out. They are big on giving back to the community however they don’t do business with just anybody with a proposal. They are cutthroat when it comes to it and nobody has been able to partner up with them, ever.”
While your sisters dive deep into questions and details as to why he wanted to partner up with them, you were already planning your next move.
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As of right now, you were at the opening of Club Pledis’ L.A branch. Standing by the railing of the indoor balcony that overlooked the rest of the club with a drink in hand, virgin of course, you needed to keep a clear head tonight. You had caught wind that the heads of Carat Corp would also be attending, so you had your very good friend Soonyoung, or better known as Hoshi, get you an invite and boy did he deliver. Set up with a VIP bracelet, to which you had thanked him with a peck to his hamster cheek and promised to return the favour.
“Champaign miss? It’s complementary.” One of the waiters offered with a polite smile. You took the glass and thanked him. Taking a sip of the slightly bitter drink, it was good, but not your taste.
“Not your taste?” A smooth deep voice reverberates next to you. Coming to face a man that was all too handsome to be real. Dressed in a very expensive button up and slacks, brown hair slicked back in a side part, with a few dangerous strands framing his forehead. A smile that could make anyone swoon and drop to the floor. Eyes that sparkled in the dimly lit VIP section with something like a mischievous glint.
“The Champaign? No. You? Maybe.” You speak with a confidence, knowing exactly who he was but he was none-the-wiser.
It surprises him, refreshingly so, if he were being honest. He chuckles and you swear he gets even hotter when he says, “Maybe... I think I can turn that into a ‘definitely’. You smirk at this and he decides it’s time he introduces himself politely, “I’m Hong Jisoo, but you-” he pauses to take your free hand in his and presses his soft lips to your knuckles all while holding your gaze, “can call me Joshua.”
This motherfucker- gentlemen and fine for days? You had to will your knees to stay stable, this was not how you get weak. You introduce yourself as well, missing the quirk of his brow as he does a subtle onceover of your figure when you turn to put your glass down on the table next to you.
“So, what brings you to L.A?” He inquires.
“What makes you think I’m not from here?” You quirk you brow.
He smiles, “Darling, you may have that cute bracelet on your wrist,” He explains slowly, leaning down to whisper against your ear, “but I know all the VIP’s.”
Although you were caught, (not that you were doing something wrong) you couldn’t seem to care because the scent of his cologne was clouding your senses. Whatever he was wearing, you wanted to pull him in closer and take it all in.
Clearing your throat when he backs up, you compose yourself quickly and answer the question, “I’m here on business.”
“Oh? And just what kind of business does ‘The Reckless Heiress’ have?” He asks almost mockingly, but he just wanted to rile you up, see if the rumours were true. However, you held your own.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Jisoo? The youngest of the CEO trio. Tell me, do they even let you speak at the meetings?” You tilt your chin up and cock your head slightly.
Tongue in cheek, your acquaintance nods in defeat, raising his hands in surrender. “Touché.” Taking a closer and inevitably crowding your space, he tilts your chin up to look at him. “Can I be of any help, perhaps I know who it is that you need to talk to?”
Oh, this wasn’t good. Or maybe it was.
“Actually,-” You begin, loosely wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “-I’d like to make a proposal, to you and your partners.” Joshua has a miniscule look of surprise run across his features that you barely notice it, gauging his reaction as his hands find your waist.
With a thoughtful pout, Joshua pulls away from you and puts his hands in his pockets, “Go sit at the bar, order three shots of tequila and wait for me.”
“Are you going to h-”
“Be a good girl for once and wait. Okay, darling?” Why the hell did the sternness in his voice make you hot?
“Okay.”
With a tight lipped smile, he left and you did as you were told.
The VIP section at the club was quieter, muffled sounds of the rest of the movement and music the only thing heard from outside. Sat on one of the barstools with a line of three shots awaiting prettily in front you. The burn of the strong liquor warmed your entire body. Well, the liquor only slightly contributed to the buzzing heat all around you. The company you held were more of the reason for how intensely your body, specifically between your legs, was heating up as of right now.
“So, you want us to hear your pitch, is that right, sweetheart?” Jeonghan, stood to your right, inquires as he brushes his knuckles down the side of your face, thumb swiping lightly at the liquid that stuck to your bottom lip.
“Yes.” You plant the softest kiss on the pad of his thumb and smirk when he hisses. “I do.”
“Why should we, darling?” Joshua, stood to your left, asks curiously. He reaches for your next shot and hands it to you. You throw it back, handing the empty glass back to the man who gives you a proud smile as he bops under your chin.
“Because I have an offer you can’t refuse.” The confidence in your tone intrigues the men around you, making it even harder to not want to hear you out. “Look, I can make us all so much more money and fast. It’ll also make us all look good in the public eye.”
“Isn’t it you, who would benefit from that, being the renowned Reckless Heiress.” Jeonghan asks with an amused tone.
“Yeah, why would we want to get into business with you?” Joshua teases along with his business partner and lifelong friend.
An exasperated sigh leaves you and the men chuckle at your expense. A hand reaches over your shoulder for the last shot, you watched carefully as it retracted and then you were being spun around in your seat. You wanted to retort but were immediately silenced when you come face to face with the Head CEO of CARAT Corp.
“Don’t be so mean, she might end up in tears. Won’t you, princess?” Seungcheol raises your final shot to you and you gingerly take it from him, holding eye contact as you swallow. He nods approvingly when you hand the empty glass back to him and he passes it over to Jeonghan. “Now, why don’t we make this interesting?”
“I’m all ears.” You respond meekly, breath getting heavier with the way his large hands run up and down your arms as if to soothe you.
 “We’ll all sign.” He states boldly, Joshua is about to interject when he receives a stern look from the eldest. “If you can tell us in detail, how exactly we benefit from the partnership.”
Looking up at him with furrowed brows, your gut tells you it’s not that easy, “What’s the catch, Choi?”
The man in question chuckles darkly, his eyes darkening just the same. He leans closer to your face and your senses are clouded by the scent of him, then he speaks loud enough for only your little group to hear.
“You’ll be stuffed full, princess.”
The rush of nerves along with arousal hidden behind a confident smile goes unnoticed by the three men who now stare back at you from across your kitchen counter. Each of the men wear unreadable expressions that have you finally breaking the tense silence.
“There are rules. Boundaries.” You announce as you dry your hands, having had everyone wash theirs once you arrived. “And you’re all clean?”
“Of course sweetheart. We’re not Neanderthals.” Jeonghan chortles.
“Nor do we just fuck anyone with legs. We’re very busy men, darling.” Joshua adds as a matter of fact.
“What are your limits, princess?” Seungcheol prompts.
A deep breath, a stern delivery and one final breath later, you’ve listed all that are no-go areas in the bedroom. They each nod along and Seungcheol speaks, “Sounds doable. Now, where’s your bedroom? Or would you prefer we defile the place where you eat?”
An unimpressed tilt of your head elicits deep chuckles around the room. “This way.” You lead them through your penthouse and towards the bedroom. You barely have enough time to turn round and face them when you're no longer in contact with the ground but sandwiched between Joshua and Jeonghan on you large bed. The two waste no time, the former claiming your lips with his hand on your thigh pushing up your dress and the latter claiming your neck.
Joshua swallows your startled gasp as he maps out the shape of your lips with impressive fervour, snaking your hands around his neck to keep him close. You get so lost in his kiss and with Jeonghan sucking and nipping along your neck that you almost miss the third man’s voice in the haze.
“Tell me, what exactly is Rose Quartz aim, with this potential partnership?”
With effort, you pull away from Joshua’s tantalizing lips, who finds purchase on the other side of your neck and answer breathlessly, “To expand the client range. Not just, -fuck- investing in smaller businesses but buying shares in larger ones.” You slip up a little when you feel Jeonghan starts to softly grope your breasts.
Seungcheol hums in thought, taking off his watch and placing it on your desk. “Wouldn’t that contradict what we stand for?”
“No.” you answer quickly, “The money we gain from the shares, can be used to -shit- used to invest in not only businesses but individuals who don’t have even the slightest bit of support.”
“Like who?”
“Like the street vendors or the mom and pop bakeries barely staying afloat.”
“You do realize we can’t just throw money at anyone with a business plan, right?”
A sudden jolt of pleasure courses through you when Joshua ruts into you, “I-I know that. But what if we not only supported them financially but skilfully as well?”
By now you were soaking through your panties and needed the intense foreplay to stop, or else you would assume that they were bluffing. A whine of frustration tickles their ears and it’s Joshua who speaks.
“Needy little thing.” Pulling you away from Jeonghan who groans from the loss and guides you higher up your bed. He instantly reclaims your lips just as his large hand cups your clothed heat, dress bunched around your waist and Jeonghan opts to undo the buttons of his dress-shirt.
Quick jolts of pleasure rush through you when the youngest rapidly strokes your hidden bundle of nerves. He swallows all the sounds you make and you don’t realise that the eldest has asked a follow up question until Jeonghan tugs you by the back of your neck and, vengefully, pulling you away from Joshua.
“I don’t think our sweetheart can focus with all the attention.” He teases.
“Oh but she should, being under the spotlight all her life should have made her, indifferent. Right, darling?” Joshua adds, trailing open mouthed kisses along the exposed expanse of your neck.
“Can you repeat the question?” You ignore their attempts to get a rise out of you.
“Skilfully how, princess?” Seungcheol repeats with a devious smirk tugging his thick cherry lips.
It takes you a second, especially with Joshua’s thick fingers teasing you over your panties, to respond to the man who was still fully clothed, seemingly unaffected by your current predicament. He watches the way Jeonghan tosses his shirt on the floor and slaps the youngests’ hand away from your panty clad core and kneels between your spread thighs. Your breath hitches as he trails kisses and softly nips at the plump flesh of your thighs, all the way up to your ruined panties and places one teasing kiss on the wet patch.
“Provide them with mentors, get them back on track, if they even were and if not, educate them the smartest way.” You had to mentally pat yourself on the back for getting through that sentence even as your panties are being slid off your body, a string of arousal linking them to your core. “Majority of the reasons that businesses fail, is from poor management or lack thereof.” Your hands grip your sheets in anticipation.
“True.” The head CEO nods, quirking a brow as he finally undoes his tie albeit slowly. “We have a team that qualify to be mentors and instructors.” He sees the way your eyes shine with hope at that, “Assuming they have the time to.” He was toying with your hope, while his partner toyed with your hole.
“Such a tight cunt for someone who is so very busy.” Jeonghan comments as he dips the pad of his middle finger past your entrance and then he chuckles amusedly, “She’s gripping so hard at the slightest bit of my finger.”
“Are you deprived, little darling?” You scowl at Joshua, who had undone his own shirt and was now slipping it off of his shoulders, chiselled torso on display as he flexes his pecs. “That’s so adorable.” He winks at you before disappearing from your line of sight.
“M’not –oh fuck” you gasp, face contorting in pleasure when Jeonghan pushes his entire digit into you and curls upwards before beginning to slowly thrust, cutting off whatever was on your tongue with the feeling of his lapping around your folds and where his digit was inside you.
“Sensitive are we, princess?” You bite your lip as you look back up at Seungcheol who had taken Joshua’s spot next to you and dangled his undone tie over your face. “I’m considering whether to blindfold, gag or restrain you.” Each option being their preferred methods.
“I can’t pitch –mmh- if I can’t talk, Seungcheol.” You moan out midway when Jeonghan slips in a second digit.
Seungcheol clicks his tongue in mock disappointment, “That’s a shame.” He notes that you haven’t once reached out to touch Jeonghan and he decides that you don’t have a problem with that, but with wanting to see and be aware of everything going on. Wordlessly, he cradles the back of your head and places the tie over your eyes, securing it. Leaning down to your ear in a whisper, he checks in. “Too tight?”
You easily shake your head “No.”. Stomach fluttering at the gesture.
“Perfect.” He collides his lips with yours, seemingly having had enough business talk for now. It took you a moment to really kiss him back, having not been ready for it but you do. He sighs, a memory flickering through his mind as he licks into your mouth, you end up whimpering into it with Jeonghan’s fingers fucking into you so nicely.
Still not moving your hands, he trailed his larger palms over your arms to your hands, guiding them up to his shirt and squeezing. Taking this as a que to unbutton his shirt, you do just that. However there’s a sudden feeling of your thighs being parted even wider. The addition of warm wet pressure on your neglected bundle, flicking movements making your back arch and hips chase the feeling when it pulls away.
A round of low chuckles sound through your bedroom and you nip at Seungcheol’s lip in retaliation.
“Aht aht aht, princess. Focus on me.” Your whine is muffled by the eldest as he reclaims your lips.
“She seems to be easily distracted.” “How is she going to work on this partnership?” Joshua notes as Jeonghan questions and you can feel both their breaths against your sopping core.
Jeonghan continues to fuck his digits into you, twisting and curling them before slowing and you internally panic. Fearing loss of stimulation but he simply adds a third digit to the mix, picking up his pace once more. All while the dizzying sensation of, what you can assume is Joshua’s, tongue laps at your awaiting clit.
The kiss you’re in makes you almost forget about the reason you’re wrapped up like this, almost. With quite a bit of a struggle, you manage to part from Seungcheol’s tantalizing lips, “Don’t you…want...to hear the best part?” You couldn’t fight the underlay of moans caused by the onslaught of pleasure being given to you on your heat.
Seungcheol hums, not really an answer as he shifts his attention to straightening and ridding himself of his shirt and successfully distracting you with making your hands smooth over his flexing muscles. “What did I say before we left the club?” He cocks one of his thick brows questioningly and you could hear the taunting smirk.
You pant, tongue pressed against your top lip in thought. Mind foggy with the feeling of your first release approaching and the feeling of hot, taught flesh beneath your fingertips, all make it difficult to remember. It’s when Jeonghan attacks that patch of nerves inside of you that you choke put your answer.
“I’d be stuffed…” your hands slide lower, one curling beneath the waistband of his slacks as the other trails even lower to feel the bulge and fuck, “… full.”
Seungcheol groans as he places his larger hand atop the one that was on his bulge, urging you to apply pressure. You tighten around Jeonghan’s digits making the man chuckle. You feel him whisper something to the man next to him and just then a vacuum pair of lips suck on your clit, making your heart speed up even more at the pressure.
You so desperately want to run away and get closer all at the same time. Thighs shaking violently at the drops of euphoria just barely in your reach, not needing much more for the waves to crash completely and yet, you want to be good for them.
“I think someone is waiting for our permission to cum, Cheol. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Yeah seems like she wants to be a good girl now. Not what the tabloids say huh, darling?” Joshua barely separates from your clit to follow Jeonghan’s taunt.
You nod blindly, wishing you could just rip the stupid tie off and use your pretty, teary eyes to convince them to let you do just what your body so badly craves. Instead, you tilt up to where you think Seungcheol’s stupidly pretty face is and you pout, whispering out, “Please, Cheollie. Please –mmh- can I cum for you guys?”
The man in question feels his heart do a thing at the familiar nickname. But he recovers quickly, as he chuckles deeply, sexily, as he cups your face with his free hand, thumb tracing softly along your bottom lip. Obediently, you part your lips and take it into your mouth and suckling softly. “I think she’s been good enough so far…” He pushes his thumb further, “…besides, I want to hear the ‘best part’.” He pulls his thumb out with a soft pop and gives you a chaste kiss, permitting against them, “Cum for us.”
It wasn’t clear, for several reasons, who held you down when your orgasm caused your body to spasm. It was as if you had never cum before, it was all too much and yet not enough. The two men on your cunt didn’t let up even the slightest bit, helping you ride out the incredible high. Tears soaked through the tie and trickled down your cheeks.
“She tastes so good.” You hear but it’s not clear who says it because of the white noise.
“Ple-” You try to speak after having not used your throat.
“Shh, it’s okay.” A voice whispered in your ear, lips kissing your head right after.
You felt a tug and then the makeshift blindfold slipped off. Blinking a few times to adjust to the soft lighting again and trying to get rid of the tears.
“You did well for the first one, sweetheart.” Jeonghan had been the one to bring your sight back, wanting to admire the way you looked up at him through your soaked lashes, it made him twitch in his slacks. “Can you move for us?” he asked sweetly, making you nod and shakily sit back up, letting them rid you of all your clothing as they guide you how they wanted you.
With your head closer to the edge of the bed and your ass up, your dripping cunt on full display as you barely held yourself up on your elbows. Jeonghan stands by the edge, where your head is, only in his briefs with a suffocating bulge. The other two settle behind you on the bed.
“You can stop us at any time, darling.” Joshua reassures from your right.
“But that means forfeiting the proposal.” Jeonghan leans down to be at eyelevel with you with a shit eating grin.
“I’m good.” You gasp feeling slick fingers at your puckered hole, having not been touched there in a very long time.
“Is this okay, princess?” you nod your head shakily, “Words.”
“Yes, Cheollie.” The man smirks at the pet name slipping so comfortably from your lips.
“Alright then.” He pops the lube bottle open and you now realize where Joshua had disappeared to. He was looking for toys, it was clear when you heard the clink of your handcuffs.
“Since Jeonghan is going to gag you with his cock, and Cheol had his fun blindfolding you, I, am going to restrain you. Okay, darling?”
“Yes, Joshie.” Joshua makes an approving sound when you cross your wrists behind your back for him to cuff. He tugs at the restraint twice, silently asking if they’re too tight and you shake your head, adding a firm “They’re fine.”
Right after you speak, you feel a slicked finger prod at your puckered hole, making you clench and whimper at the feeling of warmed up lube.
“Gotta prep you nicely or else we won’t fit, princess.” Seungcheol’s digit pushes past your rim and you gasp at the feeling, falling forward. “Already?” he chuckles. Thrusting the digit shallowly and twisting around to get you used to it.
While he does that, Joshua places a few pillows beneath your chest to keep you propped up for Jeonghan and then gets rid of his pants and underwear at once, resting himself against the headboard and lazily stroking himself as he watches his older partners make a mess of you.
In front of you, Jeonghan rubs his bulge over his briefs and lets out a breathy grunt when you look up at him with pleading eyes, “Wanna taste you, Hannie. Please.”
“Sweetheart wants to return the favour?” he smiles when you nod dumbly. “How could I say no?”
With that he rids himself of the last piece of clothing and when his cock is free, your jaw slacks from how pretty it is. Long, not much girth but that curve and that pink tip. He chuckles darkly at how you drool over his cock as he guides it to your awaiting mouth.
The first taste of precum hits your tongue and you moan, wrapping your lips around him as you swirl your tongue over his slit. You still when you feel more of Seungcheol’s finger inside you, twisting round to loosen you up. You push your hips back in an attempt to get him to do more, because although it was foreign, it felt good.
You practically keen when he adds another lubed finger to the mix, humming around Jeonghan’s cock, making him hiss. “Are you gonna move or just drool all over me, sweetheart?”
“She can’t even suck a dick properly. I wonder if she doesn’t want this partnership as bad as she made it out to be.” The youngest taunts.
You pop off of Jeonghan’s cock at Joshua’s words and glare at him. “I can too, suck a dick properly.”
“Then do it.” Seungcheol’s gruff voice orders and you all pipe down. “Fuck - your tight little ass is going to feel so good around me.” He murmurs lowly.
Jeonghan guides his moist cock back into your mouth and this time you bob your head as best you can in this position. “Just like – fuck – like that.” Jeonghan whines when you take him deeper and swallow round him. The constriction of your throat adding to the pleasure of your warm mouth.
The entire thing makes your pussy clench around nothing, fresh arousal dripping down your thighs, making Seungcheol groan. “You just keep getting wetter and wetter. So adorable.”
Breathing through your nose you attempt to take all of Jeonghan in, but you gag and he quickly pulls out. “It’s alright if you can’t.” He coos tenderly, wiping at your wet chin as he looks into your teary eyes.
“I can.” You nod for him to go again and he does. This time you take deeper breaths, relaxing your throat and finally feel his pelvis against your nose, moving back up and gaining momentum as you suck him like an ice pop.
“Holy shit – look at that, sweetheart.” Jeonghan breaths, throwing his head back and revelling in how good you’re making him feel. You really were returning the favour. “Such a good fucking girl.”
The feeling of a third finger being eased past your rim makes you moan loudly around Jeonghan’s cock, sending him straight into his orgasm as he shoots warm ropes of cum down your throat. Almost choking you with how much he cums, he pulls out to give you breathing room, instead you start a coughing fit as your lungs scream for air.
Seungcheol doesn’t stop, only slowing down his fingers as you take big gulps of air, swallowing down whatever remnants of cum you had in your mouth. “Damn, you’re still cumming?” He asks his partner, who stood breathless, fisting himself through his orgasm as more cum spilled out of him.
It’s Joshua who shifts to check on your state, cupping your face and wiping away the mixture of spit and cum. “You okay, darling? Wanna stop?” He asks softly, clearly for you to hear him. He gets a moan of protest in return and he lifts a brow at you. “You sure?”
“Yes” You rasp, throat raw. “Need you to fuck me, Joshie.” Your plea sends blood straight to his aching cock, having been teasing himself while watching you. “Need to be full. Right, Cheollie?” you crane your neck to peek at him.
The man in question looks at you darkly, a hint of something else as he watches Joshua swoop in to kiss you and lick into your mouth once again. “That’s right.” With that, he pulls his fingers away and licks his lips at the way your hole gapes from the emptiness. “Josh, on your back.” He orders and the youngest follows, leaving your lips with a wet pop.
“Sit on him, princess. Can you do that for me?” Seungcheol asks softly as he helps you shift up onto your knees. You nod and shuffle over to Joshua, he helps you straddle him, running his tip through your slick folds before slowly guiding you down onto his thick cock. A harmony of moans sound from the two of you; him glad to have you wrapped around him and you happy to be filled.
“Jeonghan, you good?” Seungcheol asks the man who just flops onto the bed on his back. Still breathing heavily, he waves his partner off, closing his eyes for a beat before turning on his side to watch the way you and Joshua struggle to not move, having not been told to do so.
Seungcheol, now as bare as the rest of you, kneels behind you between Joshua’s spread thighs. He squirts more lube onto his hand and strokes his cock, groaning at the feeling. With his free hand, he gently nudges you forward onto Joshua’s chest, so that he could have a clear view of your ass and where Joshua’s cock was sheathed inside you, as the latter rubs soothing circles into your waist.
“This is what’s going to happen,” Seungcheol begins, teasing his tip at your rim. “Once I’m inside you, you’re going to tell us the ‘best part’, before any of us start moving.”
“But I-”
“Oh come on, sweetheart.” Jeonghan cuts you off, “You’ve been so good for us this entire time. Don’t act up now, hm?”
“Okay.” You submit meekly. Cuffs still secure around your wrist and your position made it difficult to adjust yourself, feeling Joshua’s cock shift within your walls makes you whimper. “Please, just…just put it in already, Cheollie.”
Seungcheol abides, having had enough teasing himself and finally pushes into your ass. The tip is the hardest part, swollen from being so worked up but as soon as it settles past your rim, you both heave out breaths you hadn’t even realised you were holding.
“Keep going.” You huff.
“You’re going to tear something if we’re not careful-”
“I can take it!” You shut your eyes tightly, focusing on your breathing as Seungcheol slides in slowly. Burying himself into you as you burry your face into Joshua’s chest. The latter breathing heavily with the way your slick walls gripped him tightly with each inch of his partner pushing into your ass.
Before you knew it, you were, in every sense of the word, full.
“We’re all ears, princess.”
Taking a couple, much needed, deep breaths, something takes over you as you go into detail about the ‘best part’. Joshua stares down at you while you speak, Jeonghan looks on with his head propped up on his palm and Seungcheol stares at the arch in your back. The combined devotion sends waves throughout your body and to your core.
“Yearly income revenue would double what it usually is, for both of us. Neither of you would even have to lift a finger other than to sign the contract, because Rose Quartz will take care of all the heavy lifting.”
“How can we be so sure you won’t screw us over?” Joshua questions with firm squeeze to your waist.
“You can’t, but…” you pant. “That’s why it’s a partnership. Whatever happens to you, will happen to us.” Gasping, you finish the proposal.
Your entire body shakes in heat and tightens all over, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging agape as a dragged out whine filters through. All three men stare at you in awe, having never witnessed such a sight before, individually or collectively.
The room is silent, eerily so. Save for the subtle breaths and the loud pulsing of blood in your ears. From the feeling of two big throbbing cocks stuffed deep inside you, to the intense feeling of all eyes on you, burning holes into your body, you weren’t sure what did it.
Seungcheol, who had the perfect view of the way your slick slipped out and down to Joshua’s balls is the one to timidly ask, “Princess?” You whimper in shame and rest your forehead on Joshua’s taut chest. “Did you... did you just cum?”
Silence.
A soft sigh falls past your quivering lips. Face warm from the slight embarrassment of coming undone so simply. But fuck,
“Feel so full. M’sorry. Too good.”
Jeonghan crawls over to the three of you, cupping the side of your face to coo at you. “No, no, sweetheart. That’s nothing to apologise for.”
“Really?” you sniffle.
“Of course not, darling. That was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah, you got so much tighter.”
“And wetter.”
Both the oldest and the youngest reassure you with gentle caresses and touches. Jeonghan reaches for the lock button on your cuffs and releases you, rubbing your wrists soothingly while Joshua rubs your shoulders.
“Can you please fuck me now?” you pout at them, leaning up on your weak arms once the feeling is back.
They chuckle adoringly, “I don’t see why not.” Seungcheol grunts, testing the waters by shallowly thrusting his hips. The gasped moan you let out is enough for them to know you were indeed ready and adjusted.
With firm grips on your waist, Joshua and Seungcheol work in tandem to elevate you enough so that the former could thrust up into you and the latter could pull back and forth easily. The feeling was like fluid, as they moved in a way that never left you completely empty all at once. The delicious drag of their girths against all your walls, reaching deeper than any toy or other men ever could, you couldn’t control -nor did you care to- hold back the sinful sounds that left your lips.
Jeonghan could only lay down next to Joshua, admiring the way your pretty tits bounced and your body was rocked in a rhythm of waves. As if he was put in a trance, he almost doesn’t hear the way you call out for him.
“Hannie!”
“Hm?”
“Kiss me?” And kiss you he does. Kneeling close to you and melding your lips together in a hungry kiss. You could still taste a hint of yourself on his tongue from earlier and he could taste himself on yours, both moaning and giggling at the realisation. “You taste really good, Hannie.” You whisper against his lips as if it were a secret, feeling the air being knocked out of you when a slightly jealous Seungcheol thrusts a bit harder.
“Oops. Dick must’ve slipped.” He teases and you clench in retaliation making both the men inside you groan out.
“Darling, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.” Joshua grits out below you, and bite your lip as you blink down at him innocently all while you repeat your actions. “You little-” his own orgasm cuts him off as he groans and shudders beautifully beneath you intensely. He wasn’t joking. Hot ropes of his seed paint your walls like a Picasso when his hips still, flush against your own.
Jeonghan chuckles at the youngest, “Aww, Shua. Pussy too good?”
“You have -fuck- have no idea.”  The youngest huffs out. “Fucking hell, Cheol. Slow the fuck down for a second.” He grits out exhausted.
The oldest slows down enough for Joshua to slip out of you, your heart sinking at the emptiness. Seungcheol is quick to roll the two of you over so that he was now underneath you with your back pressed to his chest. Leaving space for Jeonghan to hover above you and grin like the Cheshire cat when he slides his hard again cock into your sopping cunt. Joshua’s cum making it an easy slide into you.
In this position, you reach your right hand back to cradle Seungcheol’s face that was buried in your neck and the left holding onto Jeonghan’s shoulder. There’s room for Joshua to nuzzle his face in your neck, large hand sprawled over your stomach. This allows you to stay grounded someway, somehow, even though you’re about to be completely wrecked.
Seungcheol plants his feet into the bed and picks up his pace from before, thrusting up into your ass. Feeling deeper with this new angle and moaning into the skin of your neck as he trails open mouthed kisses all over. Jeonghan doesn’t hesitate to begin an equally intense pace as he snaps his hips into yours, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.
You’re a mess of incoherent words and whines that make absolutely no sense but the men keen from it. Egos stroked to the max at the way you’ve become putty in their hands.
With the buzz from both your previous orgasms still lingering, your third doesn’t take that long to creep in. Especially with the way Joshua’s fingers sneaking between your and Jeonghan’s bodies to give your clit some much needed attention.
“Oh my fucking- Keep going Shua.” Jeonghan pants, “She just got so fucking tight.”
“Mmh, such an attention whore. Aren’t you darling?” Joshua taunts in your lowly before lowering his lips to kiss down to your breasts. Taking a nipple into his mouth sucking the little life in that was left, right out of you.
Having all three men at your disposal like this definitely inflated your ego. They for sure wanted a taste of you even way before your proposal came to exist. Why else would their game plan be fucking you stupid? You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as interested in them as they were in you. No matter what the tabloids say, you don’t just let anyone between your legs. You could only hope that they weren’t just using you to get off and have a laugh only to end up not accepting the proposal.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head, princess?” Seungcheol probes quietly enough for only you to hear, despite how close together you all were. You only tugged on his hair in response getting him to kiss your thoughts away. The feeling of his tongue against your own must have had way more of an effect than either of you could assume, because a spray of arousal soaks the sexy sandwich you were in the middle of.
“Oh- shit –fucking hell” Jeonghan comes undone from how tightly your walls gripped him through your third orgasm. Leaving little to no room for Seungcheol to move with how stiff you both became, he opts to shallowly thrust in order to keep stimulating his cock.
“Not so easy huh, Han?” Joshua teases as lets up on your clit so you could catch your breath. Jeonghan hisses when he pulls out, a combination of arousal trickling out of you following him. Seungcheol waits patiently, kissing along your neck and caressing your waist as Jeonghan moves away from you completely.
Once again, the oldest switches positions, rolling the two of you over so that you laid on your front and he was on top of you. Cock still snug between your ass cheeks, he steadies himself on his forearm and holds your waist secure with his free hand.
“Ready for one more, baby?” Seungcheol checks in softly, though the new pet name caused a different flutter to erupt. Shrugging it off, you nod, face pressed against the pillow and breathe out a,
“Yeah.” He pulls back slowly taking in how red his tip had gotten from being edged multiple times, also taking in the way your body curved and glowed from sweat. Something was bubbling inside of him and he didn’t want to deal with it right now. Though he couldn’t seem to get his body to move until you sought out for him with a push of your ass. “Cheollie?”
“I got you.”
With that promise, he sheathes his entire length into you and picks up a deep stroke. Not wanting to overwhelm your body any more than it already was. The way you throw your ass back to match his thrusts had him groaning your name out weakly. Seeing it bounce on his cock put him in his own trance and something else took over.
His movements were harder, faster, deeper than before; if that were even possible. Your walls clenched around nothing, simultaneously pushing out all the arousal you were stuffed with. You could both feel your orgasms within a strokes reach.
“Cheollie, I-”
“I’m gonna-”
Moaning at each other’s warnings, you reach down to stroke your clit, helping you both reach your high a little faster with the effects. With you squeezing tightly around him from the stimulation, his hips stutter. Thrusting one, two, three more times before stilling and coming apart deep inside. The heat of his seed and the touch on your clit elevates you into your own high. Eyes screwed shut while you scream into the pillows as your body shakes from the pleasure.
Having no feeling or awareness of what’s around you anymore, you whine weakly as Seungcheol pulls out of you. The last thing you could take note of, was Seungcheol kissing your temple and being carried off to the bathroom.
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A soft breeze from an open window caresses your face, making you squirm and gently wakes you up from your slumber.
“Good morning, darling.” Joshua wraps his arms around you from behind, tugging you back into his chest.
“G’morning, Joshie.” You snuggle deeper into his arms before a thought jolts you upright. You wince from how sore your body was, curtesy of last night’s proceedings.
“Woah, easy there. You took a lot last night.” He sits up with you, rubbing your bare back soothingly. Making quick observation of your room, you notice the other two CEO’s nowhere in sight. “You okay?”
Nodding, “Yeah. Uhm,” You slide out of the bed in all your glory and head to the bathroom, hollering out from there, “Where are the others?” you inquire, relieving yourself and washing your face as well as brushing your teeth. Seemingly going on about your day like usual.
“Making breakfast.” Joshua leans against the doorframe and does nothing to hide himself from your appreciative stare. Even flaccid this man was big. “Respectfully, darling, I don’t think you could take another round.” You roll your eyes as he walks back out to find his underwear and makes his way out to the kitchen.
You take the moment alone to really take everything in. You just slept with the CEO’s of Carat Corp. All three of them. They made you cum, four times. They took care of you afterwards. Changed your sheets too, noting the soiled ones in the laundry hamper. What the actual fuck? You rinse your mouth and put a silk robe on before making your way out to where the smell of food attacked your nose.
“Stop it. Wait till Cheol brings the waffles over.” Jeonghan scolds Joshua who had been stealing a piece of bacon. The two seated at your table and Seungcheol plating the last waffle, grabbing the syrup along with the powdered sugar as he balances everything on his way to the table. Jeonghan catches sight of you in his peripheral view and beckons you over, “Oh, sweetheart! Come here.” He pulls out the chair closest to him and you shuffle your way over to him, leaving Joshua across from you and Seungcheol in the seat adjacent to yours.
“Gotta be honest, eating breakfast with three men in only their underwear wasn’t what I was expecting.”
“We can go get dressed, if that makes you more comfortable?” Seungcheol makes a move to get back up but you shake your head.
“Oh no, please. I am loving the view.” You wink at him and swipe a berry from the bowl, popping it into your mouth. “So, what’s the verdict?”
“Can we eat first?”
“You, ate enough last night.” You tilt your head and sass Jeonghan, who slumps back in his chair with a sigh.
The three men share quick glances in a silent conversation, seemingly about whether to tell you now or later. They start reaching for different things, coffee, butter, bacon and then Seungcheol speaks.
“We’ll tell you after breakfast, ba- princess.” You both lock gazes for a beat. Last night you thought it was just in the heat of the moment, but what about now? The other two seemed not have noticed the slip of the eldest tongue, pay no mind to the sudden silence. He clears his throat, making you look away with heated skin. “I promise no more delays afterwards. Just…” he pauses, looking at you softly, “eat? You spent a lot of energy last night.”
You nod, fixing a plate for yourself and internally trying to figure out where the big bad alpha leader went, and who this soft teddy bear was. Throughout the meal, you were recalling all the points during last night that were suspicious. From him taking his sweet time, to being careful in penetrating you, to giving you time to adjust well enough under the guise of giving you chance to complete your proposal, even the way he held off his orgasm, including this domestic breakfast and that damn word. ‘Baby, baby, baby.’ Princess was a dig at your reputation, but baby? That felt like it was laced with emotion and tied to a memory you kept hidden. But why?
“Okay, I think the suspense is thick enough.”
“Yeah, Cheol, tell the girl before she starts pouting.” Joshua says as he gets up collecting dishes, Jeonghan following suit and the two leaving you alone at the table.
“We’ve revisited the written proposal that your father sent before and discussed everything you said.” He pauses, and you give him a hopeful look that makes him sigh, your house heart dropping, “We’ve made our decision.”
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“This is so predictable of her.” Kaitlynn complains.
“To call for a meeting and be late for it.” Jeanette adds.
You had asked Yunjin, your best friend and personal assistant, to set up the surprise meeting after your trip to L.A. Having called her and your other friend Chaewon as soon as your guests left, needing to share everything from business to that little moment between you and Seungcheol.
“Girls please, give your sister a chance.” Your step father intercedes.
“Well, I can’t afford to be here all morning, I have things to do.” Jeanette retorts just as the door opens and you walk in, pants suit with your blazer hanging on your shoulders.
“T’aww, got to go home and do your laundry?” you faux pout as you stand at the end of the long table.
“Don’t, start please.” Your mother cuts off another response from your older sister, “Why are we here, honey?”
“I’m glad you asked, mother.” You grin widely, speaking over your shoulder a little louder, “You can come inside.”
Your family make expressions of confusion as to who you invited to this impromptu meeting and when you watch their faces as the door opens once more, you can’t help the burst of pride you feel.
Yunjin ushered them to their seats and you had to actively stop yourself from staring at their asses as they walked past you. Jeonghan being the one to whisper into your ear about the way you had summoned them into the room. “Didn’t get enough of our cum inside you, sweetheart?” He takes his seat and acts like he didn’t just say what he just said.
“Well!” You clap your hands together giddily, pointing them towards the side of the room where your family was “You’re probably wondering why all three CEO’s of Carat Corp are seated with us.” Your parents nod and you continue “I’d like to proudly announce, the official partnership, between Rose Quartz and Carat Corp!”
The CEO’s smile bashfully as your father gets up and makes his way over to shake their hands. “This is just wonderful. Thank you all for having faith in us. We are so happy to have you on board, or to be on board. You get me.” The men chuckle and your mother follows suit to shake their hands but your sisters are in shock.
“This doesn’t add up.” Jeanette cuts through the ecstatic atmosphere. “How did this happen?”
“Is she blackmailing you?”
“She threatened you, didn’t she?”
“Leave it to her to risk the company name just to prove a point.” Kaitlynn bounces off of Jeanette’s comments.
The air in the room had gotten awkward and you had gotten pissed off but before you could snap back, you hear Joshua say something to your parents.
“We were pleasantly surprised with her pitch, actually.”
“Yeah, her vision on how we could expand the way we use our resources really opened our minds to what we could have tapped into a long time ago.” Jeonghan adds on and Seungcheol follows,
“We’d not only be investors but advocates of a decrease in poverty and an increase in opportunity.”
Their observations quiet down the doubt that your sisters attempted to impose on your efforts. You felt a smile tug at your lips, appreciating the fact that they were indeed listening and taking in the intention and drive behind your –breathless- pitch.
“Well, we couldn’t have pitched it better than that. Than her.” Your step father looks to you with acknowledgment and thanks you with a smile and a nod. Your mother however, doesn’t hesitate to pull you into winding hug.
“I’m so proud of you.”
“Yeah, okay. You’re wrinkling my suit, mother.” You grit out, not meaning it but you didn’t want to appear soft in front of the men that went hard on you. You didn’t need them forming a new opinion on you, one different from the tabloids. Though it may have been a little too late for that.
“Oh, before we leave, we have one condition before we finalize.” Seungcheol pipes up when they stand to make their exit.
“Tch, of course she didn’t manage without something else.” Jeanette comments under her breath, earning side eyes from your parents and even the CEO’s.
Seungcheol continues, “We would like for her to be the front man… or woman. Which will require her to have an office at our headquarters.”
“That would men she’d spend majority of her time at Carat Corp.”
“She’d still do her duties as Rose Quartz BDM, of course. No need to be concerned about that.” Jeonghan and Joshua add on.
“I don’t think-” Kaitlynn tries to interject but is cut off with a stern look from her father,
“That is absolutely doable. Will that work for you?” He looks at you, seeking confirmation.
With a smile and theatrical shrug, you confirm, “Absolutely.”
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 “I still can’t believe you banged the CEO.” Chaewon pipes, taking a sip of her wine. You called the girls over to celebrate and again, to unload everything you were feeling.
“Not just one, Chae, but three. All three. At the same time, too.”
“Okay, I will not be slut shamed for getting dicked down the way I deserve and securing a bag.”
“Honey, no one is slut shaming you.” Yunjin puts a hand on her chest with a smile on her face.
“Yeah, if anything we want to- no need to know your secret.” Chaewon nods her head, doe eyes wide in admiration.
You laugh at their antics, taking a sip from your glass only to find it empty and go to refill it as well as topping up the girls glasses.
“But uhm, what about that whole thing with Choi?”
“Yeah, it sounds like more than just an in the moment thing.” The girls enquire and you sit back down with a sigh.
“I don’t really know. I mean, it’s not like we have major history or anything li-”
“Hold up, did you just say major?” Yunjin cuts you off and you nod guiltily, “So there’s minor history?”
You look down at your wine glass and recount the first time you and Seungcheol had met, before the club opening.
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It was your final year of college, an event was hosted for an array of business majors from different universities, to visit Carat Corp. The new and booming investment company. When it was the day for your group, you were full of enthusiasm and nerves.
One of the lower ranking employees had been in charge of the tour round the building and answering any questions you all might have had. It was when you had all gone into the boardroom that you had split from the group, getting lost in the vibe and picturing a future where you’d be leading off meetings in rooms just like it.
“Get separated from your group?” A deep voice startled you, though it wasn’t angry nor accusatory. You turned to the doors to see a very handsome, dimpled man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
“Oh, uh. Kind-”
“There you are!” Your classmate called out for you. Rushing past the man to scold you for leaving the group. “Dude, come on. You promised you’d stick with me.” You give her a look that says to follow your eyes and when she does the gasp she lets out is anything but short of fangirling. “Thee, Choi Seungcheol?! CEO of Carat Corp? This Carat Corp. Who am I kidding, you are Carat Corp!” She rambles in awe, making him smile and shake his head modestly.
“Everyone in Carat Corp is Carat Corp. Their hard work and determination is what makes the company. Not just me.”
Anyone could have called that a line, a speech he used at press conferences or something, but you could both tell the sincerity in his words. He respected everyone that had a part in making the company great.
He had asked for your names and what university you were from. Eyes bulging when you mention the exact university he himself had attended. Your classmate had geeked out and wanted to ask him so many questions but her phone went off, indicating that the bus was heading back and asked if you were coming but you just shook your head saying that you’d walk home later.
Seungcheol gave you a more exclusive tour, parts of the building that weren’t authorized to the group tour. With a warm hand on the small of your back the entire time, you felt giddy and constantly had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too hard. Mentioning something about being an alumni of your university that gave you the benefit. All the while he had told you more about his experiences in university and what led him to start the company along with two of his friends. You sharing your own university experience with a bittersweet tone, one that he wanted to but didn’t mention, but not wanting to pry so instead opted in taking you to his corner of the building.
“No way is this all your office…”
“What? I’m a big guy with a big brain that needs plenty of space to work.” He chuckled.
“Wonder what else is big.” You mumbled very, very, very quietly under your breath as you looked around.
The sparkle in your eyes was refreshing to see. Seungcheol hadn’t been able to help the fond expression on his face as he watched you take it all in. He saw the enthusiasm, the passion, the hunger and the drive to reach your dreams just like he had.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You had asked shyly, snapping him out of his trance.
“I just see a lot of myself in you.”
It was funny because you wanted to see him inside you.
“I should get going. I’ve already taken up way too much of your time, Mr. Choi.”
“Please, call me Cheol.” He smiled genuinely and you reciprocated. “Let me drive you home?”
He had driven you home after insisting that it wasn’t any trouble and that he couldn’t let a pretty girl walk home all by herself, successfully causing you to be a flustered mess. Conversation with Seungcheol had been effortless, he made you comfortable, he made you laugh and he made you feel like everything else you were dealing with, -tabloids, university, family and all- didn’t exist.
“Oh come on, Cheollie.”
“I’m serious.” He laughed, feeling giddy at the slip of the pet name.
“You almost fought someone over Melon Loaf?”
“It was the last one.” He defended with an adorable pout.
“You should have just have just pouted like that. I know I would fold.” You said the last bit under your breath but he heard it, peaking at you through the corner of his eye, so tempted to place a hand on your knee but refrained.
You were living in one of the on campus accommodation flats because screw the dormitory and sororities. Even when he parked and he turned off the ignition, you didn’t have it in you to say goodbye. Seungcheol had been having a similar dilemma with himself on when to say goodbye, to walk you to your door and possibly never see you again. He turned to face you only to find that you were already looking at him, well his lips.
“I should, probably head inside now.”
You said and he leaned over slightly.
“Yeah, you probably should.”
As soon as the words left his cherry lips, they were on yours and you couldn’t have been more excited. It was feverish, but it held a softness that made your heart flutter and your knees weak. Thank goodness you were seated. His lips melded against your own in a secure way that didn’t even make sense to him and so, he parted from you.
Baby, I-”
You didn’t listen, only grabbing hold of his strong jaw and kissing him again, wanting to prolong whatever it was that was bubbling up inside you. He responded by cupping your face and nipping your lip earning him a gasp and opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth. Fuck, he was a great kisser and there was no way in hell you’d experience this again. You weren’t one to get attached easily but something felt right with Seungcheol.
“We shouldn’t do this, baby.” He finally pulled away.
“Why?” You hated how whiney it sounded but he simply kissed the corner of your lips.
“We barely know each other.”
“Then get to know me.” You pleaded but he shook his head defeated. “Wow. I am so stupid.” You unbuckled your seatbelt. “I’m so sorry. Thank you for the tour and the ride home.”
He called out your name desperately when you opened the door. Boy, was this man confusing, “What?”
“There’s an internship. You should apply.”
You scoff, “Thanks but, I’ve embarrassed myself enough and I sure as hell don’t need a handout.” You quipped, getting out of the car and closing the door. “Goodbye, Mr. Choi.”
He watched you make your way to your building and then drove off with a heavy heart, not that you had ever known.
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“So, you had a moment with him and he was an asshole about it and thought he could soothe the pain by offering you a non-paying job?” Chaewon asked with a head tilt.
You gulped down the last of your wine and nod your head, “Yup.”
“Wow, you still like him.” You choked on your saliva at Yunjin’s conclusion that was completely, totally and utterly ridiculous and not at all true.
“I don’t know.” Oh, maybe it was a little true. “But it doesn’t matter, because we work together now and I need to be professional.”
“Professional like you were in getting the partnership?”
“What happened to not shaming me?”
“I’m not. I just think you should rethink it.”
“The job?”
“No, the thing between you and Choi. He obviously remembers that moment.”
“Yeah, and he probably still has feelings for you.”
“That would deduce that he had any for me to begin with.” You say, and cut off any room for more assumptions, “We work together. That’s it. No more talk about feelings.” You got up to get more wine in the kitchen leaving the two to give each other a knowing look.
“She definitely likes him.”
“Oh yeah.”
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Walking into the lobby of Carat Corp felt somewhat like coming home after a long war. You couldn’t help the memories that flashed from that day in university, a soft smile teasing its way onto your lips.
“Where the heck are we taking these?” Yunjin’s strained voice brings you back to the present.
“Oh uh, sorry. I’m not sure.”
“Okay, well,” she put the box of your desk supplies on the ground with a huff, “I will go inquire at the front desk.” She could tell that being back here was messing with you, but because she was on the clock, she would keep it to herself.
You stood there, just taking looking around when a stupidly handsome man with a matching stupidly beautiful smile approached you alongside Yunjin. “It’s so great to finally meet you. I’m Seokmin.” He outstretched his hand for you to shake and you did so quickly. “I’ve been assigned to show you both to your offices.”
“I have my own office?” Yunjin stutters out.
“Of course. You thought you’d share?” Seokmin says, looking between the two of you as if it were the most absurd idea to exist.
“Not share but maybe… never mind. Where to?” Yunjin answered, reaching fir the box but being gently pulled back by Seokmin who picks it up with ease.
“This way, ladies.”
Quite a few renovations have been made to the building since then. You couldn’t pinpoint everything but that didn’t even matter. It was all gorgeous. You were so entranced with the interior that you didn’t notice the way Yunjin and Seokmin shared playful banter about headstrong bosses.
“I’m telling you, no one has a stick up their ass farther than Mr. Choi.” Seokmin says with a sense of secrecy as he puts the box onto what would be Yunjins desk. She giggles but stops when a deep voice interrupts.
“Is that so, Seok?” You all turn to where you find Seungcheol standing with his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, cold stare towards his junior. “Well then I’ll do my best to get it out.” Seokmin does a nervous chuckle and dips his head in apology, mentioning how he’ll now show you to your office. “That’s fine. I’ll take her.” Seokmin does not answer and proceeds showing Yunjin around the rest of where she’ll most likely be needing to do things for you.
Seungcheol steps aside and gestures for you to follow him, which you do. Just like back then, he has a hand on the small of your back as he guides you to where your office is. You both remain quiet and you try your best to ignore the lingering stares from some of the employees, leaning into Seungcheol for safety a little bit, at which he discreetly smiles.
Not much farther away from Yunjins, you round a corner and head down a hall where a total of four doors are. “So, the first door on the right, is Joshua’s office and the one opposite that is Jeonghan’s. The second on the right is mine and that makes the last one, yours.” He turns to face you when he finishes and you mirror him.
“Can I see inside?” you ask.
“Well, yeah. It’s yours.” He answers much like Seokmin had earlier and you’re starting to believe that Seungcheol is a bad influence. He walks to your office door, gesturing for you to use your thumbprint to set the new lock and you follow through. The lock announcing access with a high pitched beep and you push the door open.
Inside you feel like a little girl in a candy store. Spacious and decorated exactly to your liking. Every last detail.
“I asked your assistant how you’d like your set up and got my design investment team get it done for you.” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously as you run your fingertips across each surface before plopping into your desk chair with a giddy smile. He smiles at how good you look here, in this environment.
“Thank you, Cheollie- I mean,” You gulp, standing up with your hands folded in front of you. “Mr. Choi. Thank you, I really appreciate this.”
A deep sigh leaves his chest, “Can we please just talk?”
“Talk? Talk about what? The first order of business or, I was thinking we could go over the list of small business owners that Rose Quartz pulled through.”
Seungcheol breathed out your name exasperatedly, making you suck in your lips. “I meant about us.”
“There is no ‘us’ Cheol.” You cut him off curtly, pointing a finger at him with your next statement. “You made that clear. ‘We shouldn’t do this.’ Ring a bell?”
“That was before.”
“Before what?” You ask throwing your hands up.
“Before I knew you.” You laugh at this.
“You didn’t want to get to know me.” You step closer, trying to understand what the hell was actually happening because none of what he was saying made any damn sense. You stood right in front of him, letting him explain himself.
“I kept tabs on you after that night. I never stopped thinking about you.”
“Oh right, ‘cause the tabloids have such accurate analysis’ on people they’ve never spoken to once.”
He shook his head, “Not through the tabloids. I, looked past that. I observed you and the people you were interacting with.” You crossed your arms and he continued, “I saw how smart you were, networking with Jihoon. How supportive you were when Jun finally got his first acting gig and you kept supporting him throughout his career. I saw how grateful Soonyoung is towards you, for what I don’t really know but, I do know I’d be just as grateful for anything you do for me. Because you do everything for those you care about with everything you have.” You started to tear up a little but blinked them away. “I see how hard you work at business conferences to get Rose Quartz noticed and acknowledged. In my opinion, Rose Quartz wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did without your persistence, your drive and your creativity. Especially not your daringness.”
“You do realise you sound like a simp right now, right?” You squint at him. He nods quietly. Not really knowing what to say next. You sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he immediately places his hands on your waist. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Tell me you’ll let me prove it to you.”
“Prove what?”
“That I want you.”
Fine. Looking into his sparkly eyes, you admit, you still felt some type of way about Seungcheol even after all the years. But it was the fact that you felt something towards the other two as well and you had no damn clue how to come to terms with it, if at all. That night stirred so many old emotions and brought alight new ones. Seungcheol left you to think about what he said and you texted Yunjin to help you get settled which went by fairly quickly.
“You okay?” She asked when you seemed too focused on the stapler.
“Yeah. Just, had a talk with Cheol.”
“And?”
“You guys were right.”
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“Mr. Yoon and Mr. Hong are here to see you.” Yunjin informed you. You were currently finalizing the list of small business to review at your first official board meeting as partner. The same meeting would be attended by the CEO’s and their respective heads of each department. So the sudden and definitely unexpected visit from the two men caused the furrow of your brows, especially when they were each just a door away.
You told Yunjin to let them in and you double checked your appearance before the door opened again. Jeonghan and Joshua looking as dapper as ever standing near your desk like two boys sent to the principal’s office.
“You can go on break now, Yunjin.”
“You sure you don’t need anyth-”
“Break. Now.” You grit with a sarcastic smile knowing very well she was just trying to stay and snoop. She makes a defeated sound but leaves anyways. “Please take a seat.” You gesture towards the two chairs on the opposite side of your desk. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Well, we just came to see what your problem is.”
“Excuse me?” You recoil.
“What Jeonghan means to say is… Well we noticed some tension between you and Cheol. And we wanted to know what it was about.”
“Tension?”
“Yes, sweetheart…. Or would you prefer, baby?” A devious grin stretched across Jeonghan’s lips when your eyes snapped to his. Clearly having stricken a nerve with the specific pet name.
“Oh, she thought we didn’t know.” Joshua giggles to his partner.
“Alright look, whatever idea or theory you’ve strung up, I want no parts in.” You stand, pressing your palms flat on your desk as you tower over them. “From here on out, we will be professional. Got it?”
“No.” Joshua doesn’t miss a beat, leaning back and crossing his arms.
“No?”
“No.” Jeonghan follows suit, “You don’t get to act all professional after what went down. You may not want to accept that there was way more than just a sexual thing between us, all of us. But you and Cheol have something more than either of you, for whatever reason that is beyond me, want to confront.”
“We were serious when we said that we don’t just sleep with anybody. Nor have we all caught feelings for the same person.”
Wait a damn minute.
“I’m sorry, you what now?” You ask, heart racing. The each make their way around to stand on either side of you.
Jeonghan held one of your hands, “We like you.”
“Very much.” Joshua held your other hand.
“And we all want you.”
“Well, we can speak for ourselves, Cheol is big boy.” Cheol was a big boy indeed, because he had already said the same three words.
I want you.
The meeting went by smoothly, the other heads present agreeing with the selection but ultimately all deciding to pick a top five to start with and see how it went from there. With your nod, Seungcheol dismissed everyone but four plus Seokmin and Yunjin stayed behind.
“Mr. Lee, would you please show me the blueprints for my office again.”
“Of course, Ms. Huh. After you.”
The two sensing the awkward yet electrified atmosphere had them rushing to get out under any lie at all. Leaving you alone with you three weaknesses.
“I’m heading out.” You announce with your head down as you arrange your papers back into the folder you brought with. Then you hear the doors shut and the lock beeps, making your head snap up.
“We need to talk.” They say in unison.
You sigh, sitting down. All this talking was going to give you a migraine or an anxiety attack. You lean your forehead onto the wooden desk defeated. “I’m listening.”
“Aish, sweetheart. You’re so mean.”
“How?” You mumble.
“Darling, you won’t even look at us, hm.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Why not, princess?”
You sigh for the umpteenth time. “Because then you’ll confuse me with your stupid pretty faces and smirking.” The chuckle to themselves but you catch it, “So just, say whatever it is.”
They clear their throats and take seats near you, similar to the way you all sat down for breakfast and it’s Seungcheol who speaks up first. “Look, I’m pretty sure you already know how we feel about you.”
“Do I?” You sass lightly, causing him to bite his lip in an attempt to keep calm.
“Yes,” he tugs you up by your shoulders but gently, even with your protests. “you do. Very well actually.”
“And we think it’s only fair if we knew how you felt about us.” Joshua speaks softly.
“Don’t you agree? You owe us at least that if nothing else.” Jeonghan raises a prompting brow when you meekly avoid their gentle gazes, now fiddling with your fingers like a schoolgirl. Seungcheol tucks a finger underneath your chin to get you to look up, which you hesitantly do.
They do have a point. They have the right to know what you’re feeling, if you’re feeling anything at all. Or if you want to forget the entire thing happened and just move on, but you don’t. Of course you feel something for them, you feel so many things. But how would that play out? You’re know to be reckless, so how would dating three guys look? All CEO’s of the same company, all friends? Would you be labelled as something unspeakable? Probably. But that wasn’t what made you hesitate.
You couldn’t bear the thought of the tabloids dragging them.
“Hey, talk to us. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Seungcheol prompts softly when he notices your lip begin to tremble.
You could tell them, voice your worries like a mature, grown, emotionally intelligent woman. But you don’t. So you push up, startling them and you make a run for the door, leaving them utterly confused and broken.
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Working at Carat Corp knowing that you had silently rejected all three CEO’s confessions had made it a little difficult to get through the day.
Since that awkward, emotional, boardroom incident that happened a few weeks ago, you hadn’t interacted with them unless about work. The first five small business owners had been selected and had begun the mentoring process with the appropriate teams from the company. So you had put all your energy and focus into that, since it was Rose Quartz baby, you had to make sure it went smoothly.
Yunjin and Seokmin worked together to help you wherever you needed. Although you had a sneaking suspicion that something more was going on between them as they wouldn’t stop whispering and giggling when they thought you weren’t paying attention. You didn’t mind the budding romance, though it did make you feel sour that your own friend had her emotions together and you didn’t.
It was especially difficult to come to terms with at the company dinner party where the new investments were invited as well. You knew it was for work but it seemed as if everyone was boo’d up and you were well, sipping drink after drink and becoming quite unaware of how many you’ve had.
“I need to cut you off.”
“What why?”
“Because you’re going to do or say something you’ll regret.” Yunjin says with a firm grip on your hand that reached out for yet another glass from the tray one of the waiters were carrying.
“’M’fine, Jinnie. See,” you demonstrate standing on one leg and though you thought you had your balance together, you in fact did not and tipped over. “Ah!” You squeak out, bracing yourself to hit the ground but you never do.
“You okay?” Oh no, you know that voice, too well. But your intoxicated brain speaks before you even think.
“Cheollie!” You straighten as best you can in his strong hold and on your weak knees.
“Hey.” He holds you steady by the waist.
“You saved me.” You smile up at him, with glazed over eyes. He chuckles, clearly taking in your drunk and giddy state.
“C’mon, let’s get you home.” He announces and nods towards Yunjin to give him the go ahead to which she says,
“You’re a life saver.” She gave him an appreciative smile and watched as he basically carried you through the crowd and caught the eye of his two partners. They followed suit in saying quick goodbyes before heading down to the parking lot.
“Like the – the tour day, Cheollie.” You hiccup when you make it out of the elevator and he guides you to his car. He buckles you up and makes his way over to the driver’s side, not wasting a second after buckling up to drive off to your apartment.
Jeonghan and Joshua meet you both back at your place as Seungcheol attempts to get you to put in your passcode and hold onto you securely.
“Here, let me. Sweetheart, look at me.” Jeonghan takes your face into his palms gently to get you to focus, to which you blink up at him so cutely. “What’s your passcode?”
“My birth- day – wards.” You hiccup, leaning back into Seungcheol’s hold.
“Her birthday?” Jeonghan asks the others.
“Backwards.” Joshua confirms.
Seungcheol recites it for Joshua to punch in and the lock clicks, he pushes the door open for Seungcheol to carry you inside. Once the door is shut, they set out to run you a bath and make you some food considering you were only drinking and were nowhere near the buffet.
“I got the bath.” Joshua heads towards the bathroom, running the water, adjusting the temperature and adding the bubble bath you had on the edge.
“I’ll make her something to eat.” Jeonghan stations himself in the kitchen, washing his hands and getting into his zone of making you something to help with the killer hangover you’ll have in the morning.
Seungcheol penguin walks you to your bedroom, steadying you so he could take your dress off. As he unzips it, you flirt with a giggle, “Cheollie, you can’t see anything if you’re behind me.”
His heart skips a beat, but that’s not what he’s doing. “Ssh, you need a bath and then we’re gonna eat some food that Hannie made, okay?” He tugs the straps of your dress off your shoulders and down your arms.
You perk up, “Hannie’s here??” Wiggling out of your dress and letting it pool around your ankles.
Seungcheol’s breath hitches at the sight of your bare body. Taking in the fact that you had not been wearing any underwear, considering your dress he understood the decision. Looking up and ahead, he guides you over to the bathroom where Joshua waits, “Yeah, and so is Shua. He’s going to give you a bath and then bring you to the kitchen, okay?” He takes his leave shortly after you say,
“Okay.” You nod, waddling over to Joshua, who just like Seungcheol, has to try to not focus on the fact that you were completely bare. Swallowing once, he takes your hands and guides you as you step into the tub. “That feels perfect.”
Joshua smiles, “Just relax, darling. I’ll take care of you.”
And that he did. He got your makeup wipes and cleansers, ridding your face of the night’s evidence. Also giving your temples a light massage, he gives in and kisses your nose like Spiderman, loving the way it scrunches up. He lathers up your loofa with your body scrub, gently cleaning your body with care and delicacy that you so deeply appreciate even in your hazy state.
“That tickles, Joshie.” You giggle when he washes your feet and soon enough your bath is over, rinsing off with the showerhead and stepping into the giant fluffy towel that Joshua had spread out for you.
He waddles you back to your bedroom to moisturize and simultaneously give you a full body massage. Everything went smoothly until it came to getting dressed. You didn’t want to wear any underwear or pyjamas because,
“’s too hot, Joshie!” Not being able to win, he talked you into wearing your nightgown and tied it securely. Finally making your way to the kitchen, where Jeonghan had just finished plating your food.
Jeonghan guided you over to the living room sofa where he sat down with you in his lap so that he could feed you. You tried to yourself but you burnt your tongue from being too eager and so he took over. Blowing on each spoonful, he fed you while the other two looked on like worried boyfriends.
“Good girl.” Jeonghan praised when you finished your last bite and just like Joshua, couldn’t resist and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t deny the butterflies that erupted from everything they were doing for you, which was exactly what made you sober up.
“Darling.” Joshua called to get your attention when you looked as if you had seen a ghost, “hear us out.”
You observe all three men, all still in their outfits from the dinner party and all looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world. Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod, fiddling with Jeonghan’s hand that wasn’t holding onto your waist.
“You’ve been avoiding us.” Seungcheol speaks up, “we don’t know why, but we want you to know that we care and that we’ll wait as long as it takes.”
“I know.” You whisper, not looking up at them. They’re low-key hoping that the liquor in your system will loosen your lips and spill your thoughts. But it’s doing the opposite, seeing you freeze up, or so they thought. “I’m sorry. I just- I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?” The man beneath you probes softly.
“I don’t want you all to be in the tabloids because of me. I don’t want to ruin your reputations just because, I was selfish.” Your voice wavers a little but you carry on. “I have the worst experiences with the media day-in-day-out. I can’t do anything without them being up my ass, a-and I don’t want that to happen to you, any of you.” You finally look up, look each of them in the eye as you continue to pour your heart out. “I care about you all too much to let everything you’ve worked your entire lives for to be ruined. All because I couldn’t keep it together or was too greedy.”
It’s quiet. Eerily so. Too embarrassed to look up anymore you lower yourself into Jeonghan’s hold, hiding your face in his shoulder and making yourself small. You hear some shifting and feel a tight, warm and reassuring embrace followed by a series of soft kisses where reachable.
“We don’t care about what anyone else has to think or say about us.” Joshua speaks into your neck.
“Much less the media.” Jeonghan continues.
“The only thing that matters is that we are all on the same page about each other and are open and honest with each other.” Seungcheol rubs your back softly.
You lift your head up a little, peaking up at Jeonghan first then to his left where Joshua was and then over your shoulder to where Seungcheol was. All three men sporting sincere, certain expressions.
“What if I fuck it up?” You pout and they softly chuckle.
“We’ll work it out together, baby.” Seungcheol kisses your cheek. “I promise.”
“About this baby thing. I don’t appreciate being left out.”
“Yeah me either. We need neutral ground and names.” Joshua and Jeonghan whine, making the two of you giggle.
“We’ll figure it out together.” You peck each of them on the lips. “I promise.”
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Waking up in your bed with a sharp pang in your head was extremely unpleasant, but the warm weight surrounding you made you melt.
With Jeonghan on your right and Joshua on your left, that meant that the weight on top of your thighs was none other than,
“Cheollie?”
“Mornin’, baby.” He planted a kiss on your stomach. “You feel okay?”
“Head hurts.” You groan out.
Seungcheol lifts up on his knees to reach over to the nightstand. Grabbing the painkillers and water bottle and handing them to you. “Drink up.”
You did as told, handing the half empty bottle back to him to replace on the nightstand before laying back down on top of your thighs. “Urg, what’s the kill time?”
“A couple minutes. How bad is it, one to ten?” Seungcheol asks.
“Fifty.” He chuckles at your adorable pout, halting when an idea pops into his head.
“You trust me?” You nod at his sudden inquiry. “Okay, just relax.”
Your brows furrow but nonetheless, you attempt to follow instructions. Your breath hitches when you feel him shuffle lower, slotting himself between your thighs so that his face is level with your heat.
“Cheol, I-”
“Someone’s a very naughty girl. Where are your panties, princess?”
“She refused to wear any after her bath.” A groggy Joshua answers, hand blindly trailing up your chest.
“I noticed when I was feeding her.” Jeonghan mumbles as he sits up on an elbow to sleepily frown at the scene. “It’s barely … eight o’clock.” He had paused to check your alarm clock
“M’sorry, Hannie.” You run your fingers through his bed head hair in attempts to soothe him. He pouts, eyes zoned in on where Joshua was teasing your robe open to grip onto one of your breast.
“I forgive you. Carry on Cheol.” Jeonghan dismisses as he lowers himself enough to be level with your free breast, earning a whimper when he suckles the nipple into his warm mouth.
“Good idea, Han.” Joshua says just as he too leans down to suckle on your nipple.
Both satisfied and pacified, Seungcheol kisses the top of your mound, gaining your attention right before he licks a strip through your folds. His warm tongue feels so good, sending your pounding head into numbness from receiving head.
“Fuck, Cheollie. Please” You’re not even sure what you’re asking for but he seems to know, because he flicks at your clit rapidly before wrapping his cherry lips around the nub like he was sucking on a sweet.
“So sweet, princess.” He barely parts from your core to praise you, groaning out at the way more of your arousal drips out at it.
You’re feeling so pampered right now with all their mouths on you like this, how could you ever live without this? Threading each of your hands into Jeonghan’s and Joshua’s hair, you tug gently to let them know they're doing so good. Alternating between sucking and licking and even nibbling because of course, Jeonghan is a biter.
Hips bucking into Seungcheol’s mouth lets him know that you’re enjoying yourself. That, along with the way you moan out for him.
“Cheollie, Cheollie… you’re going to make me cum soon.” You manage to say in between shallow breaths.
The way he sucks on your clit and moves his head side to side, moaning into your pussy like a thirsty man made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Letting go of your erect clit with a pop, he laps at your hole, drinking up all you had to offer. In search of more, he fucks his tongue into you with precise movements. Caressing your walls with his wet muscle and simultaneously nudging your clit, you squealed when he somehow managed to hot that spot inside you.
“Cumming!”
Was all you could warn before you creamed all over his tongue and he swallowed every last drop. The other two popped of your chest, hissing in pain when you tugged at their roots during your orgasm. Seungcheol licking you through it and rubbing your thighs soothingly.
When you whined and attempted to shut your thighs around his head, Seungcheol knew you were teetering overstimulation and pulled away. He crawled up your body just as you let go of the brutal grip you had on Jeonghan and Joshua.
They all looked a gorgeous mess; lips glossy and swollen, hair unruly, chests heaving and flushed.
As for you, you were practically glowing from not only your orgasm, but from the love you felt from all three of these men. And as you tug each of them down to kiss deeply, you couldn’t be happier or more content.
“How’s your head now?” Seungcheol asked, parting from your kiss.
“Still hurts a little.” You tease.
“Insatiable.”
“Ravening.”
Joshua and Jeonghan chastise. Seungcheol heaving a dramatic sigh, “What are we to do with you, baby?”
Humming in faux thought, you smile triumphantly, “Make me all yours.” And just before the best morning of your life, you hear a unanimous,
“Done.”
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Near the end of part 1 of The Traitor Baru Cormorant, Baru spends time in a tavern arguing about whether power lies in money or in the familial ties of nobility with an "actress", who it later becomes clear was in fact the Duchess Nayaru. Her act slips quite a bit throughout this conversation as she describes who she would make of herself an empress, but Baru misses it completely because she is very, very drunk.
As an extra hint for the observant reader, the scene begins by noting that the actress looks enough like Baru to be her sister: a couple of chapters ago, Baru was stopped by Duke Pinjagata on suspicion of being Nayauru, and he mentioned their strong resemblance.
While Nayauru (correctly) notes that Baru pays no attention to the personal lives and motivations of the Aurdwynni nobility, she gives examples:
"Do you know the story of Xate Olake's marriage to Tain Ko? Could you tell me why Heingyl Ri has only one living cousin, and who it is? Can you name the dukes who lost all their children in the Fools' Rebellion?" Baru brushed the challenge away. "Touching stories, I'm sure. I'm not a playwright. If it mattered, I would learn." "You rule a nation of the bereft. That matters. It changes how we think."
The first example is important because it is one of the breadcrumbs laid out to establish the background existence of Tain Shir. The third, I'm not so sure about: maybe as I reread I'll find further references to exactly which dukes this refers to. But the second:
"Heingyl's daughter handles his accounts. She likes to stay in debt to the Fiat Bank, as a kind of bond of trust." "Oh. Interesting. Maybe that's why she wanted my job. Who's her mother?" "One of the sisters of the last Duchess Nayauru, I believe. Didn't survive the Fool's Rebellion."
Heingyl Ri's only cousin is Nayauru herself, and she is the only one living because the rest of her family died in the Fools' Rebellion. Baru brushes aside as trivia the fact the woman she is speaking to, who holds a quarter of Aurdwynn and dreams of empire restored, lost her entire family to the Masks.
But there is even another layer: Nayauru, the "actress", is in the bar at the recommendation of her cousin. Heingyl Ri, who Baru consistently dismisses in the first two books as a potential actor in her own right, is the one who sent Nayauru Dam-Builder to judge the Imperial Accountant while she was vulnerable.
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Slip-ups
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader
Date: Jan 2019
Warnings: none I think but maybe a hint of something.
A/N: this is from y/n's POV and can be a 2nd part of the series but this is a long way from that. yeahhh. Hope you guys like this!!
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Y/N L/N Answers the Web’s Most Searched Questions
“Good Afternoon, this is Y/n L/n and this is the wired autocomplete interview,” you started with the most monotonous voice you could ever make
-Autocomplete suggests the most common searcher on the internet-
“I am very excited, I’ve been wanting to do this since like forever but you guys never invited me, which was sad,” the camera then proceeds to zoom in your faces as you looked at the lens with a very menacing look. 
-So WIRED asked Y/N L/N some of the internet’s burning questions- 
Giggling to yourself, you sat back and took the first board that was given to you.
With a bright smile you said “Alrighty WIRED let’s do thisss!!!”
“Is y/n l/n….related to Sarah Paulson” with a scoff you shook your head and released a very breathy “NNOooooooo” 
“ But I’ve been asked this questions a couple times now and as much as I want to be related to Sarah, we are not.”
You looked back at the board, read it a few more times then nodded.
“ But we are sisters though, just not by blood.”
-Cut-
“ Is y/n l/n Elizabeth Swann”
“Oh!! Yup I am the Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean” you explained as soon as the question was revealed
“ did you know that not many people knew I was in that movie? And the reason?” You excitedly asked as you looked at the staff behind the camera.
“Was my fucking dark blonde hair!! Now hold on before you guys on the internet hate on me, let me explain.”
Hands up in a surrendering position you began “Look I loved that role, the series, the people, Orlando Bloom,..” You winked” but blonde just doesn’t suit me, AT ALL, and keeping that hair as blonde as it can is a freaking nightmare so after I’ve finished wrapping up the last of that film series I told myself never EVER!! Take a role that needed my hair to be dyed.”
-Cut-
“ Is y/n l/n a sagittarius”
Smiling to yourself as you recall a memory, you look down and answered “ Yes, yes I am because as you all know I was born on December 1987- GOSH I’m old” you cut yourself as you’ve registered the words that were said.
“But that is all I can tell you, 'cause I’m not that much into horoscopes or zodiacs or whatever but Pe-“ you cut yourself once again.” But uhmmm, someone once told me that I am the "embodiment" of the Sagittarius sign and that we sagi babes are most compatible with an Aries?? I think”
A small smile was seen on your face as the video cuts to the next question.
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“ Are y/n l/n and Pedro Pascal friends”
"Hhmmm are we? I mean we hang out, send tiktoks to each other, and he steals my fuzzy socks a lot….” you nod off while listing all the things Pedro has done to you in the past week, in mind.
“ I guess we are friends? nO, I’m just kidding we are, the best might I add”
You beamed at the lens as you rattled on, “of course we’re friends, we’ve been friends for quite a while now and I thank sister Sarah for that. But yeah, I mean who wouldn’t want to be friends with that guy?”
You once again looked at the staff who was nodding at you to continue.
“ He’s friendly, goofy, a great storyteller, and actor” you winked again that was accompanied by a snort,  “and a great person in general…ah he also shares his empanadas so that makes him an even Better Greater person HAHA!!”
You then throw the board to the ground as you jump out of your seat
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“Who does y/n l/n play in Narcos”
“ I play a DEA agent from Barcelona, Spain named Catalina “Lina” Mendoza, she is the love interest of Javier Pena and who is played by the one and only Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, who is the partner of Boyd Holbrook aka Steve Murphy” proudly you crossed your arms and leaned back in the chair.
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“What is y/n l/n first movie”
“Ahh this is a great question, uhmmm my first movie was released way back in ’99 and it’s called the sixth sense. Which was a great experience and opened up my little 11-year-old mind up more into the acting industry.” You answered while thinking back on that more to add.
“ I mean it is a minor role but I got to meet Bruce Willis and act with a very close friend of mine, Trevor Morgan.” You added before looking back at the board.
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“What is y/n l/n doing now”
“Since this will be released, I don’t know, a few days or weeks from now I’d try to answer what I would be doing at that time” you scratch your chin as you think of what you would do without saying too much.
“I would either be at home, chilling, drinking wine, while watching a movie OR” you exaggerate, “ I’d be out partying or hanging out with a few friends of mine, yeah I think that’s about it.”
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“ How can I meet y/n l/n”
Laughing you said, “Well, I’ll probably be in my favourite cafe during my spare time so maybe you guys can drop by and have the courage to say hi,” you tease but was followed by an “I'd rather have you do that instead of taking a, what you think is a discreet, picture of me and the one person I’m with” you ended with a forced smile.
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“How old was y/n l/n when Pedro Pascal”
“Guys is this asking what I think it's asking HAHAHAHA” you burst out with a laugh while kind of nervous that you would say something out of line.
“ Well uhm, if you’re asking how old I was when we met, we met through Sarah way back in early 2012 she invited me for a new year's party, so that makes me 24??” You answered with an eyebrow raised.
“ Buuutt,” you dragged.”If you guys are asking about that scene in the second season of Narcos, that you guys are thirsting on about. I would be at around 27 years while shooting that I think. Sooo yeah. Kids don’t ask about those narcos scenes please, better yet don’t watch it until you’re like 25 or 50”
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“ How tall is -“
“ No No! I won’t be answering that question yo-“ 
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With a huff you looked at the camera, “ I am 5 foot 3....and a half…. On good days I'd be 5'4 and 5'5 with heels. But hey I’m not even that small, the people around me are just giant abnormal-looking non-human beings” you point at the lens
“YES YES IM TALKING TO YOU MISTER PASCAL, so stop teasing me”
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“Ooh would you look at that the last question!” 
Ripping the paper as fast as you can it says “Can y/n l/n dance?” 
You noticeably perked up at this but before you can answer a voice came from behind the camera and said “No!”
“ Hey! I mean I’m not a good dancer but I can dance properly you know. I flow with the vibe of the music you know what i’m saying!!! Yeah?”
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 You were seen grinning before you were called on camera.
Throwing the board behind you once again you say “ Well WIRED, that was certainly interesting and this might be one of the most... chill... interviews I’ve been on! Can’t wait to do more! Bye!!”
COMMENTS
Fan 1: that was…..entertaining
Fan 2: the slip ups OH MY FUCKING GOD
Fan 3: the way she called out the paps HA serves you right!!
Fan 4: i love how most of the internet asks about y/n and Pedro indirectly. Like girl, we’ve been waiting for years.
Fan 5: Oh so this is the girl, Pedro was seen with the other day. She looks too young, I don’t get why people ship these two, he wouldn’t go for immature younger women. ↳ Fan 4 replied to Fan 5: Girl be fucking for real they've been dating for years now, try to look it up.
Fan 6: I love her friendship with Sarah and Pedro!!! And it looks like she was adopted by Sarah Paulson the same way she did with Pedro HAHAHAH oh and we got crumbs on her hanging out with Pedro with that sharing of food thing
Fan 7: I NEED MORE Y/N CONTENT, SHE IS THE QUEEN, MY LOVE, MY WIFE AND BABY!!!!
Fan 8: so is no one else curious about who said “No” as soon as that dancing question was revealed, cause all I know is that it sure ain’t one of the staff. ↳ Fan 7 replied to Fan 8: HOW THE HELL?? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW THEY'RE TOGETHER?! I'm speechless
Fan 9: she’s so smiley and goofy in this interview, must’ve had a lot of fun shooting this. ↳ WIRED replied to Fan 9: 👀 about that…. ↳ fan 9 replied to WIRED: why? what’s happening
Fan 10: The sarcasm when asked if Pedro's her friend is killing me😵 ↳ Fan 8 replied to Fan 10: aren't they friends though? ↳ Fan 10 replied to Fan 8: girl go search it up. i just, can't. this is because of his rising fame, everyone doesn't know that much yet. what more if this continues for the years to come.
Fan 11: The comments of old Pedro fans and new Pedro fans are funny.
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A/N: so we got a little back story for y/n and her friendship with Pedro and Sarah ahhhh. ay, this doesn't directly follow my last fic, but I wanted to put this out earlier. Just to let you guys know this series follows a timeline I've done so that would explain why there are dates and stuff at the beginning of each fic. That's all, Thank you!! Bye for now.
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c-nstantine · 9 months
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Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?
Description: Y/N Wayne brings a very special guest to dinner.
Word Count: 0.8k
Warnings: Cursing
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It was rare that all of the bat children were summoned for a reason outside of their nightly duties. It was a sign that shenanigans were about to ensue and Bruce normally took this as a sign to drink heavily. Usually, it was because of Y/N but these little gatherings always left strong memories on each sibling.
"Do we need to be here for this?" Jason asked feeling a bit stuffy in his white button-up shirt. He already rolled up the sleeves and undid the first two buttons.
"Yeah, Y/N gets a new boyfriend like every week," Duke said looking through his comic book. He didn't have anything else to do but this was not how he wanted to spend his day off.
"This is different apparently. She said and I quote 'It's serious this time. I would have his kids,'" Tim used air quotations when explaining why all of them are waiting for Y/N to show up for dinner.
"Hell, maybe I will stick around," Jason said intrigued by the idea of his sister wanting to have someone's kids.
"Whoever sticks around the longest doesn't have to patrol for the next three days." Bruce walked into the parlor where all the children were currently relaxing. No one knows how Bruce does the things that he does but Tim's working theory is that there are secret passages throughout the manor.
"Oh, you're on," Cass said appearing behind Bruce. She was on a new mission to make Bruce flinch. She hadn't been successful yet but she could feel herself getting close.
"Everyone please meet in the dining room. Y/N and her guest have arrived," Alfred said with a smile playing on his lips because he knew that shitstorm that was about to occur.
"I wonder who we're meeting now," Tim thought aloud.
"Probably another model or actor," Damian said holding Pennyworth the Cat. He was only excited to threaten someone else for dating his sister. It had been one of the few times deemed acceptable to threaten people outside of patrol.
"You think I'll be able to get an autograph?" Duke asked. Unfortunately, no one was able to answer because they saw who Y/N's guest was.
"Slade? How the hell did you get here?" Dick asked, noticing how Slade Wilson's arm was wrapped around his sister's waist.
"Y/N get away from him. Is he holding you captive?" Bruce asked. If there's one thing that Bruce was going to be, it would be a concerned father, especially when it came to Y/N.
"What? No, he's my boyfriend," Y/N exclaimed so her family wouldn't start pulling out the weapons that were hidden all over the manor.
"I always knew one of you would give me a heart attack, I always thought it would be Damian or Tim," Bruce
"We're dating," Y/N said happily while looking up at Slade. He placed a kiss on her lips and all of her siblings immediately gagged.
"You're dating my nemesis," Dick accused Y/N with a nagging finger.
"Yeah, he was like thirsting after me real bad so I made him promise not to do dumb stuff," Y/N explained while adjusting her long box braids that were in a ponytail.
"It's true. I haven't plotted against you or anyone close to you in almost one hundred and fifty days," Slade said it was like some kind of accomplishment. He was captivated by Y/N, there was something about her that made him do whatever she wanted without hesitation.
"Thank you, I think," Dick's confusion was written all over his face.
"You're welcome," Slade responded before pulling out a chair for Y/N to sit in.
"Bruce, you're not going to say anything?" Tim asked. Bruce was indeed a man of few words but this was odd even for him.
"I mean I could but then I'd be a hypocrite because I did some stuff with Talia last week and I'm trying to be better. Alfred, please get our finest bourbon, make that three bottles," Bruce may not trust Slade but he still wanted to eat the dinner that Alfred painstakingly prepared.
"Y/N, can I speak to you before we start dinner?" DIck asked in his best big brother voice.
"Sure," Y/N followed him to a nearby hallway.
"He tried to kill me," Dick whispered a little loudly.
"But he's hot," Y/N admitted without shame.
"He's old," Dick was willing to try anything to deter Y/N from dating Slade Wilson, Deathstroke. A mercenary who had tried to kill him multiple times.
"He's a silver fox," Y/N argued back.
"Why are you with him?" Dick asked looking for a genuine answer from his sister.
"I like him and he's kinda funny. Plus he's got a real big-" Y/N's eyes widened as her arms widened to show the size of what she was talking about.
"Eww. I don't need to know that," Dick said covering his ears.
"I was going to say, heart," Y/N tried to be convincing.
"No, you weren't," Dick deadpanned.
"Okay, probably not,"
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grapejuicestyless · 6 months
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hi, hope you're well! i was wondering if you could write something for conrad based on the song my love mine all mine by mitski? i've been obsessed with it lately and it reminds me off him 💖
My Love, Mine All Mine.
Conrad Fisher x fem!reader
summery: Y/n has always gave too much. She always loved, believed too easily. She can’t control what others will do with that, but she can control how she loves.
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Sorting through the shiny papers, the corners cut into my skin with each photo I crumpled up, tossing it into the shadows. Each memory ingrained forever on a film that would only taunt me with the past.
I hate the way the sun shined through the leaves in each one. How the sand looked so soft under our feet, the ocean bluer than any summer sky could every paint it now. I am reminded of how vibrant the world became with him in my life, when he was mine.
I say that he was mine loosely. I am unsure if I even have the ability to own something so pretty, so precious. If I ever even did. I remember the way my hands would run through his salty curls after a beach day. How he would hold me extra tight, we’d only bring one towel to share. His lap was soft, shorts scrunched up and dripping still.
I think of his lips on mine. How perfectly they fit on mine. I remember how desperate each kiss was. Not once had he ever made it seem like if it were to go no further we would cease to exist, but he was feverish enough with each lick into my mouth where I knew no matter what, he would never be satisfied. He always wanted more, more, more. How foolish of me to believe it was because he could simply not get enough of me, not because I was not enough.
He was kind, showing me affection in ways he swore would only ever be for me. He decorated his walls with love letters and Polaroids of us, of me. He had stacks of our adventures in an old shoebox under his bed for when I was away and he was missing me. He reminded me everyday how much he adored me. Counting down the seconds until he could hold me in his arms. He promised me it was a feeling that nobody else could ever give him. A heart rush that only ever came over him when my name was involved.
So why does he look at her that way? Why must his eyes carry the same shimmer of lust in them that he once held for me? I see the way his hands grip at her hips, her thighs. It’s animalistic in a way, primal. He wants her, needs her. He’s hers.
I remember the night I discovered their secret. My lover and my sister hand in hand one late June night. I stood still on the grass watching over them. My tears came out dry. I couldn’t even try and sob, let myself break. With his leaving just months ago, I’d already rung myself dry of any tears I had left.
It’s funny how something that once made you feel special can make you feel so sick so suddenly. What once gave me a reason for my living killed me so suddenly.
I knew I was always destined to die, to burn out and disappear. I never imagined how it would’ve happened at the hands of the two I trusted the most in my life. Looking up at the moon that night, I prayed to forget, to heal so suddenly. Rid me of the ache in my heart and replace it with a cold emptiness.
He holds her while she sits in my spot on the couch. She laughs at the jokes I told him that now spew from his lips. Her hands find home in his hair and the towel we once shared as become theirs. It’s all reused, it’s the same. He makes her feel special, wanted, lusted after. He’s a damn good actor, he fools the whole damn world with his cruel games.
Now I know better than anyone that when calling him mine, I must use it loosely. At some time, he might have been. The photos I tear up in my room are only proof of our years spent together. Two summers spent doting on each other. He was with me, but could I call him mine? If he left so easily, did he ever even need me? Want me?
I hold the final photo in my hands, the moon shines down on us. We’re only young in the photograph. His cheek is pressed to mine, our smiles touch. We look so free, so happy. I feel guilty if I were to rip it up when it still feels so happy.
Grabbing a pin from the bedside table, I poke it into the wall beside my mountains of other places and people I’ve seen. It sticks out, like it’s been highlighted in bright red. It stings to look at, but it reminds me of a better time, a time when I believed I had the ability to have good things.
Now I know, nothing in this world belongs to me. Not my baby, not my sister’s loyalty. Not my mother, not my brother. I have no control over anything. Yet, each time I allow myself to believe that I do. That I mean something. I pay a price for the immaturity of my heart. I act a fool over the smallest affections, the most discrete love. And I watch as each time it is taken away, leaving me with a heavy chest and a heart far too full for my body. Nothing in this world is mine for free. Nothing in this world belongs to me but my love, mine all mine.
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mentallyisekaid · 5 months
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「 ✦ Fatui Harbingers x Signora's Sister! Reader, PART 1 ✦ 」
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[Part 1] Part 2 Part 2.5. Part 3
Pairings: only hinted/platonic (will change to something "more" later on if I decide to make more parts)
Warnings: spoilers regarding Signora's lore and a certain event in the Inazuma Archon quest, possibly some spoiler-ish stuff about other things too
Word count: 2.7k
This fanfic will include direct quotations from "Teyvat Chapter Interlude Teaser: A Winter Night's Lazzo" that belongs fully to miHoYo. I'll write these quotes in bold, so copyrights won't haunt me like Khaenri'ah lore :)
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Even among the Harbingers, not much was known about the Fair Lady's (may she rest in peace) younger sister, except for the fact that you existed and had somehow managed to live for over 500 years, just like her. They were all aware of Signora's special circumstances that had made her essentially immortal, but Celestia knows how you had done it?
This is why you'd become something of a urban legend among the lower ranking members of the Fatui. Maybe La Signora had just been delusional, some of them thought - maybe there wasn't a sister, at least not anymore.
You were fine with that, though. You'd never wanted anything to do with your sister or her morally dubious organization anyway.
But she was still the only blood relative you'd had left, and now she was gone.
Attending her funeral was only appropriate.
You arrived at the grand doors of the cathedral, stopping for a moment to adjust the expensive-looking cloak that someone had sent you along with the invitation to the ceremony, requesting you to wear it. Much to your displeasure, it had the Fatui Insignia on it, though you were slightly more bothered by the fact that they'd somehow figured out where you live...
Or maybe they'd known all along.
But even if the invitation wasn't just out of courtesy, you had only showed up because Rosalyne was family, and only to pay your respects.
Their agendas meant nothing to you.
Pushing the doors open, you marched inside, the click-clack of your high heeled boots echoing in the eerie silence.
Curious gazes followed as this visitor, shrouded in mystery, made her way through the aisle - some of them curious, others a bit doubtful - but you ignored them.
Sitting down in the front row, you crossed your legs, leaning back with your eyes glued to the coffin highlighted by faint moonlight. A girl with child-like, seraphic features was leaning her head on its surface, singing a calming tune...
Spooky.
"Well, I never... this must be the Fair Lady's rumored sibling? And here I was starting to think you wouldn't make an appearance, dear."
You sighed, really having hoped that no one would bother talking to you; you had nothing to say to any of them. But for Celestia's sake, you still had some manners...
Glancing over your shoulder at the man who had just addressed you, you gave him a slight nod.
"It does seem my arrival was rather tardy. My apologies."
The man who you recognized as the Regrator, also known as Pantalone, chuckled a bit.
"No matter, it is rare a pleasure to finally meet you~"
"Likewise."
For a moment, your eyes wandered over each of the present Harbingers, these... co-workers of your sister's, before returning to stare in front of you just as indifferently as before.
You spoke a few more words, though.
"Everyone else as well, I suppose. Oh, and please pay no attention to my discourtesy... A lovely night for a funeral, is it not?"
Your charade was poorly put together, and intentionally so; you didn't know these people anymore than they knew you, but it was already clear that no one was here to pay their heartfelt respects for Rosalyne's memory, much less to exchange pleasantries.
A funeral? No, this was nothing but theatre - and here comes the first actor...
"We have gathered here today to remember our dear comrade. In honor of her sacrifice, all work should halt for half a day as the nation mourns her passing."
Hearing these words come from Pulcinella, the Mayor of Snezhnaya himself, you mentally scoffed. So now these crazy diplomats justified mistakes as sacrifice?
Pantalone seemed amused by this declaration, though you noticed a shadow pass over his face.
"Hehe, merely half a day... People say that Northland Bank's true currencies are blood and tears... But Mayor, even speaking as a banker, that sounds a little unconscionable."
Well, it was as you'd expected? Even in this situation, the Harbingers only cared about their own agendas, and Rosalyne would've been the same way.
The next words belonged to someone you found a bit more familiar.
"You speak of her as if you knew what she had to go through," the silver-haired woman started, a derogatory look in her dark eyes.
You glanced curiously at her. This was surely Arlecchino? Out of the Harbingers, your sister had seemed to trust her the most, so you assumed they must've shared some sort of a closer relationship.
The Knave noticed you gaze, and gave you a small nod before continuing.
"Rosalyne died in a foreign land. But you heartless businessmen and dignitaries, always with a convenient excuse to remain in the comfort of your homeland... You couldn't hope to understand. So why don't you keep your mouths shut!"
"Ah, bravo...~" you commented with a small chuckle, your sudden boldness slightly surprising some of them.
It seemed that La Signora's hardly known sister was indeed an interesting individual?
The ginger sitting on the other side of the aisle apparently found your remark entertaining, since he gave you an amused smile. But he threw his comrade's a much sterner look.
"Hey, c'mon now, even I don't think this is the right time or place for a fight."
Tartaglia, the infamous maniac always looking for a fight? Present~
"Utterly risible," a blonde woman scoffed from her place, sitting on the arms of a weird looking robot. Sandrone, you presumed.
And naturally, the oh-so righteous Capitano also had his opinion to share.
"Though her methods tarnished her honor, Lohefalter's sacrifice is still a great pity."
You sighed, shaking your head. There they go again, degrading her death as a mere sacrifice.
"Her loss shall not hinder our progress," the Captain continued, disregarding the matter. "But Dottore, what of Scaramouche --,"
...to which the crazy Doctor answered something incomprehensible.
Right. They weren't even talking about Rosalyne anymore. By now, the whole ceremony had turned out as a complete farce, and you wished nothing more than for Celestia to nuke it with another one of their divine nails.
Someone else had had enough as well.
"It's time to end tonight's foolish theatrics. This time, you have no captive audience."
The Jester's voice echoed menacingly in the cathedral, silencing his fellow Harbingers.
You gazed at him from your seat, raising an eyebrow when he gave you a look as well. In that short moment, unspoken words were shared between the two of you - after all, he knew things about you that the others didn't.
In any case, the speech went on for a while after that. Pierro's exaggerated sympathies, the Damselette needling Dottore about his segments, and... well, you weren't really listening anymore?
Once they finished and scattered from around the coffin, you silently walked over, placing a few frostbitten Cecilias on top of it. They were flowers from your homeland, though to you, Mondstadt was a memory at least five centuries old.
"Pretty flowers," a soft voice came from beside you. Columbina was back to presumptuously leaning on the casket.
You gave her a sidelong glance.
"Well, they're frozen to death by now - but that somehow fits the moment, no?"
"Mh-hmm~"
The ceremony was seemingly over, though you could still sense their presence. Your back was facing them, but it felt like they'd moved closer to the coffin again - or, perhaps, closer to you...
"I don't believe anyone has yet offered their condolences to this poor child," Capitano remarked solemnly, disregarding the fact you were chronologically speaking a living fossil.
Tartaglia sighed, "She doesn't want us to, I think."
You turned around to face them, crossing your arms.
"Well, firstly, you're calling me a child about 500 years too late. And no, I don't need your pity. It's hard to see your last family gone, but we weren't that close to begin with. Besides, Rosalyne knew full well what she was doing - when agreeing to a duel before the Shogun, and when joining the Fatui in the first place. You reap what you sow, and that's that."
The Doctor chuckled. "La Signora would surely turn over in her grave if she heard that."
"Let the dead rest, Zandik," Sandrone scoffed.
Columbina had scooted next to you.
"Poor thing~", she sang in that eerie voice, tilting her head. "How long have you been living by yourself? Maybe you could have Signora's former chambers in the headquarters."
Hmm? What a laughable suggestion, you thought. She was obviously toying with you.
Arlecchino gave the Damselette a warning look.
"Such a thing is something only the Director can decide. Though," she gave you an unreadable look. "I wouldn't be against it. In Rosalyne's honor, of course."
The usually ruthless Knave's comment was found somewhat unexpected among her comrades.
You gave her a weird look.
Something was clearly going on, the atmosphere was strangely expecting and you didn't like it in the slightest. It seems the theatrics weren't over after all?
Pantalone was gazing at you, an amused smile on his lips.
"You look a bit lost there, dear. Don't worry, Pierro will explain some things to you in a moment~"
You frowned. So, there was more in the game here - that letter wasn't just an invitation to the funeral of a sister you hardly even cared about, you'd doubted as much from the beginning.
Not that it really changed anything. As already mentioned, you'd only come for the ceremony...
And now that it was over, there was no reason for you to stay.
"That won't be necessary," you stated, nodding curtly. "I will be taking my leave now. Goodbye."
Your cloak shuffled as you walked past them, heading toward the exit. However, Childe, who had been standing the closest to the doors, now moved to block your way.
You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Tartaglia, right? If you could move aside, that would be much appreciated."
"Sorry, no can do, girlie," he laughed a bit, scratching his neck in an awkward manner. "Boss wants to have a chat with you, so I can't just have you leaving like that, now can I?"
"Right," you sighed. "Well, I don't really care..."
You rudely moved past him, reaching the doors and about to push them open, when you suddenly felt a hand on your wrist. And the grip they had wasn't exactly gentle.
Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Childe still wearing that stupid smile of his but there was now a shadow over his usually cheerful expression.
"Look, you seem like a smart girl." His voice was soft and menacing at the same time. "Things don't have to get ugly here, if you just cooperate a bit."
Ugly? Oh, you could make things turn ugly.
But this wasn't the right time for that - not with the majority of the Harbingers present. It's not like you had a death wish, for Celestia's sake... though, it did seem like Tartaglia was only half serious about what he had said?
You looked past him, seeing the other Fatui diplomats standing there, all with hardly readable expressions on their faces. Your gaze stopped when it reached the Jester. If this was about Pierro having something to discuss with you, you were fairly sure you knew what he wanted anyway...
So, no harm in amusing him a bit?
"Ha. Well, it seems like I have no choice, then."
Childe smiled. "That's more like it."
He started making his way toward the front of the cathedral, while still holding onto your wrist - basically, he walked you back there like a toddler. After all, you might've had a change of heart any at any given moment and sprinted out of there like a lunatic.
You awkwardly sat down on one of the seats, wrapping the cloak around you tigther. The Harbingers were now standing in a semicircle in front of you, gazing down at you like their you were property. Pierro took a step forward.
"Now then, Y/N Lohefalter..."
"You are going to ask about my Visions, right?" you asked rudely. "As in, plural. Both of them. Is my assumption wrong?"
Pantalone chuckled. "Well, aren't you clever, my dear~"
"No, I always knew Rosalyne had told you, which is precisely why I tend to keep a lower profile than this. There's no reason to be so melodramatic over a couple of Visions."
Dottore seemed amused by your remark.
"But most humans never receive one. Yet, here you are, blessed with two."
"That, or cursed" you pointed out.
The Jester had allowed this interruption, but all it took was one gaze of authority from him and even you realized it was better to watch your mouth around this man. You tilted your head slightly downward.
"This assumption you made isn't necessarily untrue," Pierro stated in a low voice. "But it's not the whole truth, either."
It wasn't?
You heard footsteps approaching and carefully glanced up at Pierro who was now standing mere inches away from you. Things were getting more interesting, that's for sure.
"I asked you to come here today out of respect for Rosalyne's memory, and of curiosity toward the fact that you indeed bear the power of both Cryo and Pyro, much like your sister, albeit without a Delusion. My intention, however, was also to make a request of you..."
The Jester suddenly kneeled before you, his gesture confusing you. The infamous Director of the Fatui, kneeling before you?
You gave him a doubtful look.
"And what might that request be?"
"To put it simply, I want you to take Rosalyne's place as one of the Fatui Harbingers."
"...come again?"
The other Harbingers didn't seem surprised in the slightest.
You shook your head.
"You want me to join the Fatui?"
"We've been keeping a close eye on you, Y/N Lohefalter, ever since the Cataclysm and Rosalyne joining our ranks. Back then, she herself made the request that should she ever perish, you'd be asked to take her place."
"Ha," you chuckled. "That does sound like one of her selfish whims... but still, why would you even consider such a thing?"
You looked at Pierro, tilting your head.
"Can you really trust that my agendas align with yours?"
"Every person in this room has their own ideals and it has not proved to be a problem." The Director nodded. "You need not but work in the name of the Fatui, and swear your loyalty to the Tsaritsa. Of course, the latter is expected of you as a citizen of Snezhnaya anyway."
You crossed you arms, contemplating this unexpected proposal.
"And if I refuse?"
This earned displeased looks from the other Harbingers. Pierro's solemn expression, however, never faltered.
"It's far beyond my dignity to be forceful here. That would be disrespecting Rosalyne's legacy, and risking to make you a powerful foe of the Fatui."
He paused for a while.
"But I should also clarify that with the kind of power you hold, you are facing but two choices - to be with us... or against us."
So that's how it was going to be?
You'd almost forgotten that Pierro was still half-kneeling in front of you; even though one of his eyes was covered by a mask, his gaze held such intensity that you were completely enchanted by it for a moment.
And to think you'd make this kind of a decision on a whim, just like she once had - you really were more similar to your sister than you'd care to admit...
You sighed, standing up and glancing at the other Harbingers.
"Is this how he recruited you as well?"
Sandrone made a 'hmph' sound, "hardly."
"Heh, to think the Jester would kneel in front of someone?~" Pantalone commented. "You're quite an impressive girl, my dear."
"Then again," Dottore chuckled. "she has yet to meet the crueler side of the Director, no?"
Tartaglia sighed, "now, now, don't scare her away..."
Pulcinella and Capitano didn't seem too amused by their comrades' antics. You, on the other hand, had their undivided attention.
Columbina was sleepily humming along to some tune, giving you discreet glances.
Arlecchino shook her head.
"Pierro still awaits for an answer, Y/N. Despite of what he may seem like, the Jester is not a man of great patience. It's time for you to decide."
You furrowed your eyebrows.
"..."
"Then, I'm in?"
But for the love of the Tsaritsa, you had no idea what you'd just gotten yourself into.
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mosaickiwi · 24 days
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14DWY As a Drama AU
Hey remember when I said I’d post this in February oopsies!! (don’t ask me about demon!ren i will cry)
Open at your own risk this thing is LONG. Tried to give everyone at least a little something! upon putting this in my drafts i realized olivia exists i'll add her at some point uhhh. Also you can tell how much I love Elanor... hehe
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
The cult classic romantic thriller, 14 Days With You, is now a drama! Coming to all your favorite streaming platforms this summer. A whirlwind romance gone right and wrong that you DON’T want to miss.
Cast List
[REDACTED]
🖤 Quiet kid that used the after school theater program to delay returning home. Never wanted to perform, but loved doing costumes, make up, and correcting others (in his mind) on how to portray their roles. 
🖤 Spent a little extra time perfecting the costumes of a certain someone who didn't even know they existed. He always traded house chores with his sister so she'd sit in the audience to solely film Tree #2's performance.
🖤 Was an apprentice special effects makeup artist after graduation at first, particularly for horror films, but it didn't exactly pay the bills when they left home.
🖤 Easily rose to the top in their acting career due to his dedication for crafting characters to perfection. 
🖤 Dolly Parton/Lady Gaga-esque in their separation of work and life—completely unrecognizable in their regular civilian attire. Paparazzi have never gotten a picture of them in all their years trying.
🖤 Has zero issues getting into character, but does "method acting" on occasion to make sure people leave them alone on set. And also to fuck with directors and producers they don't like. Notoriously difficult to work with because of it + their overall attitude towards others, still gets hired somehow.
🖤 Got offered the role as the main love interest in 14DWY without an audition, thanks to a previous manipulative pink haired character he played in a film that ended up never being released. (2017 Ren because it's funny)
 Angel (you!)
💜 Participated in the same after school theater program as [REDACTED] and Leon for a few semesters before you got bored of it. Curiosity for acting resurfaced later in life.
💜 Newbie actor at the recently formed talent agency of your friend. Only starred as non-speaking roles or background characters in small productions until the drama. You moved back to Corland Bay after uni for the better industry prospects.
💜 You initially auditioned for a very small role in the drama as an employee in a seaside shop at first, but somehow you wound up as the lead? (un)lucky you.
💜 Feel free to fill in the blank for any whys and hows you think of to fit your OC/self/sona as you so please <3
Elanor
💖 Normally an actress and casting director, first time as an executive producer for the drama. Dreams of bringing her own romantic screenplays to life. Hasn't quite proven herself the way she wants in the industry to feel confident enough in them. 
💖 Catalyst for the drama being made. A "friend" mistakenly recommended the 14DWY book to her. She absolutely loathes all the psychological horror of it but sees the potential it has.
💖 Also the reason [REDACTED] was immediately cast, and you as well once she saw your chemistry with him while reading for a minor role. He hadn't shown a fraction of as much interest when reading lines with other potential candidates, so she decided to take the risk of an untested talent as the headliner.
💖 Refuses to use her family's name to get her stuff made. She wants her works to speak for themselves. Very picky about who she works with due to her family having hands in most of Corland's entertainment industry so she hardly gets a genuine interaction beyond ass-kissing.
💖 Always partial to working with Conan's small studio since he was the only director to give her any sort of criticism in spite of her family, as gentle and polite as it was. She still cried a little in the dressing room though.
💖 Genuine confusion when Conan wants her to act as both a producer and assist with direction. She only intended to bring it to his interest. But how could she say no to someone whose judgment and opinion she respects so much?
Conan
💖 Runs and owns a small scale studio in the Bay that seems to pick and choose its productions at random. It is in fact Alice sneaking into her dad's home office and putting scented stickers on the ones she likes. (She only reads the titles)
💖 Extremely proud of Elanor for getting so far on her own, and would take on one of her dozens of scripts no questions asked if she'd only work up the courage to show him one. So imagine his surprise when she comes to him with a romantic horror instead of one of the fairy tale romances he sees her scribbling notes on during breaks.
💖 While he’s the one with the final say, he does try to let Elanor have as much free reign as possible on the project in the hopes to boost her confidence.
Kiara
💖 A super-star actress and model that got her start in Corland’s local industry, but quickly hit it big. 
💖 When she isn’t drowning in work, she’ll swing through town to check in on her sister.
💖 Desperately wants to star in one of Elanor’s productions, but respects her sister’s desire for independence. Though she does like to tease about certain casting decisions on the drama when made aware of them.
the rest of the cast are unfortunately very silly i couldn't resist
Moth
💖 Started a talent agency out of spite for the terrible castings in their favorite media. Got further invested upon realizing they could read the scripts before the movies or show adaptations were even announced.
💖 The one who pushed you to audition for a minor role in the production once the rumor about who was cast as the main love interest reaches them. They've heard all the horror stories about [REDACTED] so wanted the inside scoop. Horrified and fascinated to find out you get the lead role. It’s like watching a train wreck.
Leon
💖 Joined the theater program initially because of you, but got really into it. Moved away to attend a performing arts school until his mother got sick.
💖 Took every wacky infomercial or street performance gig he could find to pay the hospital bills until Teo found out and swooped in.
💖 Eternally grateful for the burden of financial ruin being relieved, so he always accepts the jobs Teo gets for him. He definitely won’t complain since he’s not dressed in an animal costume and shouting nonsensical slogans for cleaning products.
Teo
💖 Met Leon through a shared production and quickly bonded. Attended a different performing arts school and met Jae as a child.
💖 Almost the exact opposite of his game character purely for the funnies. Shy, introverted, can’t flirt to save his life. Still a nepo baby but he can hold his own in acting. Doesn’t like his character much, but is extremely jealous of the confidence he oozes.
💖 Leon and Jae are his only friends in the industry so he uses his sway to get them parts if they haven't already gotten a call back. Gets REALLY nervous on set for certain roles so he needs their support.
Jae
💖 Attended the same school as Teo when they were kids, and is constantly pitching intentionally bad ideas and joking on set to reassure his friend.
💖 A little bit of a thrill seeker, so does all his own small stunts if he thinks he’s capable. Stands there and gawks watching the more extreme stunts, loudest to clap when they go well.
💖 Kept bringing Maple to the shoots cause how could he even think about leaving her at home? She would occasionally break her leash and wander into a scene for head scratches and kisses. The film crew always booed when a PA came to take her off set.
Violet
💖 Completely terrible at caring for plants. Inspired by her role, she starts vlogging about her plant mom journey before shooting even begins. All her advice is completely wrong and terrible. Her personal assistant keeps her in the dark by tending to the plants themselves to fix her mistakes.
💖 Finds out she has a talent for flower arrangement, though. Does thank you vases for the cast and crew on all her future productions that last a lifetime because her PA made sure all the flowers were fake.
Exposition
(silly on set shenanigans)
🎬 Scenes get retaken quite a bit, since you’re still extremely new to it all. Most of the cast and crew expect anger out of [REDACTED] after the 4th call for a re-shoot on the first day’s library scene, but he’s surprisingly cracking jokes about his dye job and reassuring you that you’re doing great. The infamously ill-tempered actor is smiling somehow… even being patient? Not glaring down his co-star for minor slip ups? They cannot recognize this person.
🎬 Violet and [REDACTED] naturally butt heads on set. She respects their acting, not the actor. Zero hesitation to snap back if he’s getting snarky with a PA. You’re the one people have to beg to separate them, and you’re completely baffled that [REDACTED] doesn’t treat others as nicely as he treats you.
🎬 Even though Elanor is a nervous wreck about the first real thing to ultimately make or break her career, she’s scarily efficient on set—as long as no one distracts her. She does get sidetracked once in a while, only because she loves chatting and answering any questions the cast or crew might have. She even brings one of her own cats to set during a slower day to see if they can get along with Maple. Leaves Conan in charge when the horror scenes are being shot. They’re both put off by how vivid they feel, but Conan at least can grin and bear it. 
🎬 You and Leon manage to catch up on set while [REDACTED] is otherwise occupied shooting said horror scenes. You tease him about a few infomercials you saw when looking up his actor reel, and Leon teases you back about your unlucky streak of being a tree or a rock in every play the theater program put on when y’all were younger. Laughs even harder once he finds out your most prominent roles until then were “unnamed zombie #5 at the bottom of the pile” and “sleeping train passenger.”
🎬 Try as he might, [REDACTED] doesn’t convince Elanor to change up a few crucial parts of the script for his benefit. His offhand threats of leaving the production fall on deaf ears, as she is all too happy to do re-shoots to make Teo the lead. His innocent hints to you about the shoddy script fly over your head for some reason! You love how it's turning out, what does he mean?
🎬 Super shy Teo prefaces and warns his co-stars before acting in every scene of his character being excessively flirty. Most of the actors have worked with him at some point or another beforehand, so they let him go through his routine without issue. Some crew members love the whiplash of him switching between overly courteous and smarmy, others vastly prefer the flirty character and mourn the loss as production comes to a close.
The Build Up
📺 The higher ups pressure Violet to start a short-lived streaming career to boost interest, since she’s hopeless with plants. She amasses a cult following for her MMO reviews, blind raids on new patches, and her wild ride of a Minecraft playthrough. In the end she winds up preferring to play games off stream, but once in a blue moon she’ll do a first time raid stream so her more dedicated fans can join and watch her alliance get wiped. Creative trolling is highly encouraged.
📺 Teo, Jae, and Leon appear on a late night TV show for promotion. It was meant to be for Teo and [REDACTED] at first. (Where’s the leading lover? [REDACTED] refused all promo appearances or sit downs without you being involved in them.) The host plays a clip that Teo’s particularly embarrassed about, and he hides his face in shame when the crowd hoots and hollers praise about his portrayal.
📺 [REDACTED] comes across as doting and overprotective of you once you’re pushed into the spotlight of celebrity, and shows increasingly concerning behaviors as the premiere looms closer. Depending on your response, they’ll back off to a point or dial it up. Interviewers and consumers mistake it as the eccentric actor’s “method acting” so the red flags just slide right past.
📺 Elanor and Conan guest star in a podcast for off-the-cuff romance enthusiasts. Their strangely cagey and joking comments like “there were so many retakes we couldn’t keep track of what was meant to be the actors messing around or part of the final cuts,” and “we’ve actually sent all the reviewers 1 of 14 versions with completely different endings,” leave listeners all the more curious to see the film.
The Climax
🎉 Reception is huge, in good ways for most. The majority of the cast see a surge in popularity if they didn’t already from the hype. 
🎉 Teo bemoans his endless offerings for sarcastic pretty boy jobs, Leon makes enough to get picky about his roles (and pay Teo back), Jae somehow cons a studio into an action film starring Maple—and subsequently adopts every single one of her stunt doubles. 
🎉 Moth throws the agency away to start adapting anime and manga themselves. Elanor finally feels validated enough to bring one of her romantic screenplays to the big screen, starring her sister Kiara and a very enthusiastic Violet as the leading couple. 
🎉 Conan’s studio is overloaded with scripts, and Alice runs out of scented stickers that much quicker. They are severely backlogged send help.
🎉 One determined conspiracy theorist sets out to prove those missing 13 versions of the ending are real, based on minor cuts and inconsistencies purposefully left in the public release.
The End, Roll Credits
choose your own ending
Bad End 💔 - A Falling Star
💔 If you respond negatively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor during shoots and promo: he plays the waiting game, uses his connections and blackmail to make sure all your roles without his name attached don’t garner nearly as much attention as the ones where you’re co-stars.
💔 Your negotiating power quickly plummets as you fall out of demand and end up begging just for the non-speaking roles you once loathed.
💔 The careers of anyone you got close to on set fall apart much faster than yours, before they’re outright blacklisted in the industry.
💔 You begrudgingly call up your last option. He can’t do much for your friends, but their offer to help you make a comeback is always open.
Neutral End 💌 - Just One More Try
💌 If you respond indifferently to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: the drama leads to you getting more offers, though a handful are for playing opposite of [REDACTED], as the on-screen chemistry was too much for studios to ignore for cash grabs.
💌 Elanor has rid herself of the drama’s subsequent rights, despite positive reception, so a sequel sprouts up in the works at a different studio. One that doesn’t mind catering to the whims of their actors when it comes to script integrity.
💌 You arrive on the set to find that not just one, but all of your cast mates except for them were written to have much smaller parts in the sequel. In fact, you rarely find a scene in the revised script where [REDACTED] isn’t alongside you.
💌 Sadly the contract is air tight, just put up with it until it’s over… What’s this clause about further sequels?
Good End 💍 - Off Into the Sunset
💍 If you respond positively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: you’ll sadly announce at the post premiere press conference that acting was a one-and-done adventure for you. Retired effective immediately, no farewell interviews.
💍 You’re spotted around town for a few weeks in a mask with a tall, darkly dressed companion at your side before you disappear from the public eye and Corland Bay all together.
💍 A few of your friends at least have an idea of where you are, and they meet up with you whenever you're in a nearby city. None of them can recognize the man glued to your side, though. Not that he'd say anything to clue them in.
💍 After months of near inactivity, [REDACTED] mysteriously deletes their socials without a word, sparking confusion and outrage among hardcore fans still desperately hoping for a sequel.
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victimsofyaoipoll · 9 months
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Round 1
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Propaganda Under Cut
Allura
Lots of people (myself included tbh) ship klance (Keith and Lance). In s8 the creators made Allura/Lance canon (but then they killed her off and left the ending ambiguous it was weird). Anyway the fandom treats her like she's the most terrible bitchy woman ever but all she wants to do is end the war and avenge her destroyed home planet. Yeah she wasn't always the nicest or always the best, but you could argue some other characters in the show aren't either and they aren't treated near as bad as allura. people really just hate her bc Lance liked her. I don't think allura/lance are good together, but I still liked her as a character and thought she was interesting and had a lot of growth during the show. she DEF is not evil like some people portray her as in fic or talk about her in captions on posts. I've seen people say that they HATE her and that she's the worst and I'm like ??? let her live (well sort of ig she is dead now). lots of fic writers use her as the villain which is so interesting to me bc the show literally has villains like use them. anyway allura so perfectly fits the bracket description she deserves better.
I hate to acknowledge my time in this fandom but I hate the way the fandom treated her more. Allura was treated like shit no matter what side of the Great Ship War you were on because she was always a threat to the biggest ships (klance and sheith). At best she got put into Background Lesbian or Consolation Prize Shallura (Space Mom-zoned) (She was not a motherly figure btw. She was just Black). At worst she was violently demonized for being ~racist~ (kinda not cool with the alien race that blew up her planet for a few episodes), complete with misogynistic language hurled at her (she got called a bitch sooo much). Allura was a good and cool character and the show did her dirty but the fandom was somehow worse.
i apologise for speaking the dark magicks, but amidst the voltron fandoms many, many transgressions, there were a particular subset of people who just hated this girl. the infamous klance wars of the 2010s kept this perfectly fine childrens cartoon character in the sights of shippers everywhere, and she (and her voice actress im sure) were subjected to years of petty squabble blown up to global perportions. ive seen hate, ive seen rants, ive seen fanfics that made her homophobic. girls been through the ringer, and even though voltron was never the show its fandom wanted it to be, i believe allura deserved better
Kayano Kaede
shes genuinely a really tragic character who had potential for a really compelling, effective arc concerning grief, identity, healing, and finding trust again all while going through the inherent ordeal of being 15 years old….if she werent a female character in a shonen anime 😭😭 instead she gets sidelined during the show up until her big plot twist reveal after which shes immediately sidelined again. whatever i still love her and know her to be a character of all time who has suffered more than jesus. in my experience shes perhaps the female character who like. ive seen most *obsessively* hated due to her “getting in the way” of the ship b/w the male protagonist + deuteragonist (bc of her proximity to the both of them) u woild think shes the devil incarnate and not just. 15 and traumatised 
She had a crush on Nagisa and they kissed and a lot of fans ship him with Karma so theyre mad that Kaede is there. She is super silly and nice but the fandom hates her for standing in the way of karmagisa.
she's a sweet person that was an actor and loves her sister. she is the main love interest of the main character but doesn't interact with him more than most of the other characters for a majority of the story. Often I have seen them removed from the story only to become some homophobic jerk that's desperate for the main characters love instead of letting her keep the good friendship that her and the main character had before the romance.
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welcometothejianghu · 2 months
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Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 民国奇探/My Roommate is a Detective.
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My Roommate is a Detective is a 2020 drama about the Jazz Age shenanigans of a terrible OT3: a useless noodle boy, a spoiled journalist girl, and a handsome thug-turned-cop, who together solve Agatha Christie mysteries in 1920s Shanghai.
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I mean, seriously, have you ever wondered what Hercule Poirot would be like if he were a 6'2" Chinese rubber man? If he had a long-suffering sugar daddy from the wrong side of the tracks and a spunky sugar mommy who owned their shared apartment? The answer is, it would be a laugh-out-loud-funny series about a ridiculous and charming assortment of weirdos solving only slightly believable murder mysteries in charming period clothing.
This is another one of those shows where I'm kind of shocked at how not well-known it is, except I'm not, because I can see exactly the problems that keep fandom from descending on it like horny little vultures. Nonetheless, I think it's a good time that more people would enjoy if they gave it the chance. Here's five reasons why you should:
1. Equal parts smart as heck and dumb as butts
On the one hand, especially given its tone and tenor, this show has many surprisingly clever turns and thoughtful moments, carried along by some talented actors. On the other hand, [.gif of a guinea pig in a rollerskate being pushed merrily down a hallway]
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This show is not a complicated intellectual exercise. It's an action comedy about a goofy sleuth, a rich-girl reporter, and the cop who should be the straight man in this trio, except he's as much of a goober as the other two are. If the promotional tableaus are giving you real "cover of a Clue box" vibes, you've understood the kind of pastiche it's pulling off.
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The mysteries are preposterous. They're all the kind of thing that exemplify the Doyle line about how, when you've eliminated the impossible, whatever's left has got to be the answer, no matter how ding-dang improbable it may be. You know the type: tons of overly elaborate setups, unbelievably perfect timing, coincidental long-lost relatives, people hallucinating right and left. They're also very short -- most full cases take only 2-3 episodes to introduce, investigate, and resolve, even when interspersed with the larger goings-on in these weirdos' lives. The DramaWiki page for the show lists 23 separate arcs over 36 episodes, so you do the math.
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And yet, it's way more thoughtful and clever than its doofy little setup would indicate. Its attention to detail surprised me on more than one occasion. Add to that a bunch of solid performances from an ensemble of real characters, and what you get is definitely more substantive than a junk-food waste of time. You can't turn your brain off while watching it, but you sure can turn it down, and that's great.
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It also doesn't hurt that everyone is super attractive and wearing great outfits. The whole show's worth it for the wardrobes.
2. THE GIRL
Fuck the haters, fuck everyone, I am going to climb right up on my little soapbox and tell you all why Bai Youning is awesome.
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She is insane. She's a troll. She's a clever little monster. Every other character's response to her is, oh my god, you are literally the worst. And she is! She has been spoiled beyond belief by her incredibly rich Crime Dad, and she has learned to leverage her uwu just a widdle girl status to get her whatever the hell she wants. She simply cannot hear it when someone says the word "no." She will look her future sister-in-law in the eye and point a loaded gun at her own head without blinking. Every ball she has is made of brass.
She's hardly perfect. During the course of the show, there are some times where her entitlement runs face-first into the brick wall of reality. She's not nearly as good at her chosen career path as she's been told (mostly by the people who get paid to tell her she's good). She's rarely prepared to deal with the consequences of her actions, especially when she can't just throw money at the problem.
So she learns, and grows, and changes. She's always going to be a stubborn bitch, but she can become a stubborn bitch with a more accurate conception of her relationship to the world around her.
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She's actually a really good romantic foil for Lu Yao, who is equally stubborn and spoiled and obnoxious as hell. It is a pure brat4brat relationship, where each one thrives on comically enraging the other. What this means, though, is that when they actually start showing one another some vulnerability, it's really sweet.
Now: I'm pretty sure that you could not have made a female character in her position that everyone did not hate, no matter how cool you made her, because that is the fate of all girls who theoretically keep the two boys from kissing. (More on that next point.) If she were less outgoing and friendly, she would've been hated for being too cold. If she were less headstrong, she would've been hated for being a pushover. If she weren't as into the boy, she would've been hated for being frigid. I know the "god forbid a woman do anything" meme is a joke, but ... man, god forbid this girl do anything. She gets a level of hate entirely disproportionate to what she's actually like. As I said with Eom Dada, it's not always sexism, but sometimes, yeah, it's sexism.
(Real talk: Her character is also fighting both how she's definitely not written as well as the boys are and how the plot sometimes needs her to be artificially stupid and jealous for Straightness Drama Reasons, so that's a legit problem on a structural level. Also, she's dubbed by someone else and the boys aren't, which gives her voice an annoying not-quite-there quality that's hard to ignore. The deck is stacked against her real hard even before she steps onscreen.)
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So here's my advice: Go into this show wanting to like her. Embrace her terribleness as a positive, intentional quality. Don't be mad at her for straightening up an endgame that was never going to be gay, even without her. Welcome her contributions to the chaos. Realize that she is exactly as entertainingly irritating as her boys are.
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Truly, this is a story of three terrible people in love. They're all just awful, and you wouldn't want to be in a room with any of them for longer than you had to. Left to right up there, Bai Youning is spoiled and self-absorbed, Lu Yao is arrogant and lazy, and Qiao Chusheng is suuuuuch a fucking cop. If you're into the kind of dynamic that can only be described OT3: You All Deserve One Another, then this one's perfect for you.
3. Do you really miss '00s queerbaiting?
Like, really? Are you just super-nostalgic for being able to see the showrunners go, ha ha, girls, we know you're watching and we know you want these cute boys to kiss, which they never will -- but what if we pretended for just this one scene??? Do you just carnally ache for that with every fiber of your being?
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Yep.
Now, why am I calling the occasional really gay moments between these two gentlemen "queerbaiting" and not "bromance"? Because these moments are a) obviously intentional, b) completely sporadic, and c) never spoken of again.
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For example: There's a scene (which you can see a gifset of here) where the two of them are at a restaurant frequented by the cop, who brings a lot of ladies there on dates. When the waiter points this out, useless noodle boy says, I'm his date. The waiter looks mildly surprised by this, the cop says not to listen to his bullshit, and that's the end of it. The scene moves on. There is no further discussion of this comment. It does not affect their relationship.
That's the essence of queerbaiting: that little on-purpose nod to the homoerotic tension between the two, in a way that isn't a joke but also isn't not a joke, and either way is never going to happen. (In fact, the show is going to go out of its way to make sure that ship gets sunk, so, uh, get your fanfiction lifeboats ready for that.)
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A true queerbaiting move is something that should make a difference in a relationship, but doesn't. It should make a difference that our cop is so comfortable in the noodle boy's personal space that he invades it at will. It doesn't. It should make a difference that noodle boy keeps getting real weird every time the cop has a date with a girl. It doesn't. Those are some real romantic moves the two of them keep pulling, and then nothing comes of them.
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I had this show sold to me as being incredibly shippy, to the point of being even more so than its censored-BL contemporaries. And ... well, it is and it isn't. It has textually gayer individual moments, but it is much less pervasively gay. It's clear from the start that it's going to throw all its actual relationship points into its canon het romance. When it comes to these boys, the show is toying with you. It knows you want to see those boys smooch, just as much as it knows (and it knows you know) they're never gonna.
How you feel about this is entirely up to you -- and indeed, it may be a dealbreaker on the whole drama for you. If you are inclined to pitch a fit when your ship does not become canon, you'll be happier somewhere else. If, however, you see this as a delightful opportunity to do whatever the hell you want with the situation as it is presented, all the while enjoying little moments of startlingly blatant homoeroticism between two handsome dudes, well, here you are!
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(I mean, if you want my take on it, what needs to happen is that the cop and the girl need to fuck while the useless noodle boy watches with asexual bisexual interest, and then they all need to snuggle with the noodle boy in the middle so they can both annoy him appropriately, but your mileage may vary.)
4. The multicultural extravaganza!
1920s Shanghai had a lot going on in terms of cultures and languages, and this show actually does a fair job of representing that.
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By now, I've seen a number of shows set during this era, and they all at least acknowledge the international nature of the city -- usually by mentioning the French Concession and having a handful of evil Japanese characters. However, this is the first time I've seen a show go to such lengths to actually show so many non-Chinese characters onscreen, even to the point of making one a recurring character supporting the main squad.
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Salim is the best. Whatever he is being paid, it's not enough. He's Qiao Chusheng's right-hand man, which means he is also the dude who most often has to put up the main trio's bullshit. (The actor himself is also a dude with a pretty cool backstory, which is another great layer.) He's sharp, he's loyal, he's patient, and he looks great with his shirt off. He's got it all!
Other non-Chinese characters include a white Jewish art collector (I'd issue a warning for period-typical antisemitism, except … honestly, it's mostly just confused), a sadistic priest who maybe is supposed to be Italian, a completely different priest who [last episode spoiler], and three whole sinister white dudes behind it all.
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It's not just the world coming to China, though! A large number of the Chinese characters are said to have spent significant time outside of China, whether for business or for schooling. Near the end, when some characters are discussing moving away from Shanghai, they consider a number of foreign cities as potential destinations.
Here's a delightful detail: When Lu Yao and his sister speak English, they're dubbed by actors with posh British accents who sound like native (or near-native) English-speakers. This makes perfect sense, because both of the siblings did a lot of their schooling in the UK. When Bai Youning speaks English, she's dubbed by someone who speaks English very well but also has a noticeable Chinese accent, which makes perfect sense for her character's background. And Qiao Chusheng never speaks English at all, because he's a street tough who has no reason to know more than three words.
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...This is also kind of weird to say about something literally made in China, but go with me on it: Everything's kind of got that Art Deco Orientalist vibe to it. It looks like China's idea of what Britain's idea of China during that period would have looked like. The result comes across less like what 1920s Shanghai would actually have looked like, and more what an ad for 1920s Shanghai would have looked like. It's a fascinating aesthetic, and more so for how it's mostly pretty subtle. The show isn't some visual extravaganza, but it's always very nice to look at, and I appreciate that in a show.
5. A wonderful horrible protagonist
A lot of mystery-themed prestige television involves an asshole genius detective who gets away with being a dick to everyone because he's sooooo smart, while all his long-suffering friends and colleagues spend a lot of time doing damage control for him because, sigh, he's an asshole but we need him, genius excuses all dickhead behavior, we'll always make exceptions for him because he's just ever so special. (Watch histrionic sage hbomberguy's video on Sherlock if you're unfamiliar with the trope.)
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Lu Yao is an asshole genius detective, but one who winds up spending most of his time being an asshole to a) people who deserve it, or b) his horrible friends who will be assholes right back at him. When he is awful to the people who don't deserve it, the show smacks him pretty hard on the nose for it and makes him apologize.
This is a show where you'll figure out pretty quckly if you'll love it or hate it, because if you love Lu Yao, you'll love it, and vice versa. He carries most of the show himself, with his goofy charm and his incredibly bendy slenderman body and his ability to make the one competent person he knows both protect him and give him money.
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Like so.
For my own part, I find him intensely charming, and I think a lot of this has to do with Hu Yitian's ability to play him as an affectionately bullyable weenie who needs to get shoved in a locker for his own good. He's the worst, and it's comically endearing instead of offputting because at the end of the day, he really does have a good heart. He's just also lazy as heck and disinclined to do anything that he does not want to be doing, and really, aren't we all?
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As I alluded to in point 3, he comes across as real asexual. He's just not that interested in sex, and he is in fact pretty uncomfortable in situations where he finds himself the subject of someone else's sexual desires. He's perfectly capable of romantic feelings! I mean, not only does he get Bai Youning as a love interest, we actually meet one of his ex-girlfriends. He's just not partciularly horny about them -- which is even more noticeable as a sharp contrast to how extremely horny Qiao Chusheng is for just about everyone, but this exasperating little dork in particular.
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(Like seriously, 90% of the time, Chusheng is about to explode with sexual frustration at Lu Yao's skinny oblivious ass.)
This isn't to say you couldn't get Lu Yao into bed, because you absolutely could, and he'd probably have a good time. You'd just have to remove all distractions from the room, lest his ADHD ass wind up running off to solve a crime mid-coitus.
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Twiggy little nightmare man. Garbage-animal boy. Love him.
sidebar: A word about the ending
I'm going to be vague and talk about general vibes instead of specific events, but you should still skip this section if you want to remain completely unspoiled. Jump to the picture of Chusheng holding the sledgehammer.
Okay, so, a lot of people do not like the ending, and I'm including myself in that number. I honestly don't know if they got rushed and had to wrap everything pretty last-minute, or if they thought they might get a second season out of it and were leaving things open-ended accordingly. Either way, it's incredibly unsatisfying.
I think there's a clue that the show didn't actually want to end this way, and it's not actually in the text of the show itself. Every episode, between the last scene and the start of the credits, you get to see a couple still frames from the episode (usually some of the queerbaity ones). After the very final shot of the series, you get two images: the boys hugging goodbye, and Chusheng's upset face. That's not a resolution! That is at best a "to be continued..." ending!
But no, that's it. That's all, folks.
It's not quite an ending so bad it ruins the rest of the show, mostly because it doesn't feel finished, so it's less like you're watching a car being deliberately driven into a wall because someone thought that was the best route to take, and more like you're watching someone leave a car on the railroad tracks because they figured they'd have time to move it later.
As far as I know, there has been no noise made about a second season. These 36 episodes are the entirety of the narrative. It had the distinct misfortune to start airing in March 2020, which wasn't exactly prime time for planning sequels, and that seems to have been that. (There is a 2022 show called Checkmate that stars the two main guys in extremely similar roles, also adapting Agatha Christie stories, but it's apparently pretty meh? Somebody else who's actually seen it, go ahead and weigh in here.)
I'll say that if you turn off the episode right after Lu Yao gets out the handcuffs, you'll save yourself the worst of it the awkward and unsatisfying moments (though I'm impressed at your willpower to stop watching something five minutes from the end). That's not all of it, though. Structurally, there are several situations rushed to a resolution and loose threads left flapping untied in the breeze. I guess stopping before the last five minutes simply saves you the hope that it'll pull a good ending out of the fire, because it won't.
And let's be real: The more you hate Bai Youning and her romance with Lu Yao, the more you'll hate the ending. (Not that liking those elements will necessarily make you like the ending, of course, because I'm a fan of hers and I still think the ending is butts.) The ending is already like a pair of uncomfortable shoes; if the het romance especially makes you grind your teeth, the ending becomes a pair of uncomfortable shoes that also have a rock in them. A lot of the comments online indicate plenty of people dropped the show when they learned the het romance would be endgame. It's a pretty common dealbreaker.
Oh well. Bring on the fanfic, I say! Those of us who are used to taking a sledgehammer to canon are unafraid.
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Smash it, baby.
Still want to see some of these mysteries?
Both iQiyi and Viki have the answer to your sleuthing!
It's not a perfect show -- as evidenced by my digression about the ending -- but it's a lot of fun. If you can handle the occasional foible and some eyebrow-raising moments, you're in for a good time with some attractive people that occasionally tastes very gay.
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Every roommate crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man
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Can u plz do Velvet and Veneer with a preteen sister reader who's a theatre kid? Like, when Velvet and veneer are gone, she's rehearsing her lines and songs. And she was too scared of them to find out bc reader assumed they would make fun of her, so they find out through the readers first play?
Tysm!! <333
A/N ~ Sure! I decided to make the show Into the Woods, and the Reader is Little Red Riding Hood. Hope you enjoy(because I sure enjoyed writing it)!
~Little Red~
Velvet and Veneer + Theatre Kid!Little Sister!Reader
Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together
Reader: Female, preteen, Velvet and Veneer’s little sister, theatre kid
Relationship: Familial
Genre: Fluff
Synopsis: Velvet and Veneer had no idea you were a theatre kid. That was, until they got tickets to your first show.
Warnings: Minor stage fright(Reader), Reader comparing herself to Velvet and Veneer
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“Mother said ‘Straight ahead’
Not to delay or be mislead”
You sang, reading the sheet music closely. You made sure that you were in character, wanting to sound as much like Red as possible.
Your school was putting on a production of Into the Woods. Being in the theatre club, you were of course a part of it. You really hoped to land the part of Little Red Riding Hood. Much to your delight, you got it!
It had been a long while since then. Your play was the next night. And while you probably didn’t need any more practice, you thought it wouldn’t hurt.
The garage door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. Your older siblings, Velvet and Veneer, were home. You quickly folded your script and sheet music, and hid them in your backpack.
Your siblings didn’t exactly know about your play. That is, you haven’t told them. You were too embarrassed to. They were big time pop stars, the biggest ones in fact. A simple little musical like this would only make them laugh. So you practiced in secret.
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It was now the night of your play. You stayed after school to get ready, as it started in just two hours. Velvet and Veneer awaited your return, but became confused when you were ten minutes late.
“Hey, Mom!” Veneer called. “Where’s (name)? She should be home by now.”
“She’s staying after school to get ready.” Your mom responded.
Velvet and Veneer turned to each other, even more puzzled.
“Ready for what?”
“… The play?”
The twins shared another confused look, before getting up and entering the kitchen, where your mom was.
“Mom, what are you talking about? What play?” Velvet asked, looking at her as if she were crazy.
“What do you mean ‘what play’? Into the Woods! (name)’s school play! Please tell me you know about it?” Your mother said. When Velvet and Veneer stood in silence, she sighed. “(name) didn’t tell you, did she?”
The twins shook their heads, and your mom sighed again.
“Oh my god… Well, we’re all going. I already bought the tickets, so no backing out!”
“Okay!” Veneer said excitedly.
“I just can’t believe she didn’t tell us!” Velvet complained. “Who’s she playing anyway?”
“Little Red Riding Hood.”
The twin’s jaws dropped.
“Wow! That’s a big part! Aww, she’s gonna be so cute!” Veneer said, picturing you wearing a red hood and carrying a little basket.
“Yeah I know!” Your mom agreed. “Now, we leave in about an hour and a half, so make sure to be ready!”
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As you finished doing your makeup, the reality sank in that you’d be on stage in front of a lot of people. You didn’t know how nervous you were up until now. But before you could panic, you stopped yourself. Velvet and Veneer had performed in front of crowds over twice this size. So you could do this!
You noticed many of your fellow actors rushing to the curtain. Following the flow of kids, you saw that the ones at the front of the group were looking into the crowd.
“Hey! We’re not supposed to do that.” You tried stopping them.
“I know but… just look!” One of the kids said.
You scoffed, wondering what could be so interesting that it required breaking the rules. You peeked behind the curtain, and froze.
Velvet and Veneer. They were here. Why? You didn’t invite them. You didn’t even tell them this was happening! Your nerves skyrocketed. Right as you were about to panic, your director called out.
“Curtain in two minutes!”
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Velvet and Veneer sat in the front row. Veneer was clearly excited out of his mind. He just couldn’t stay still.
“Ahh! I can’t wait! I just know (name)’s gonna do so good!” He whispered.
“Yeah, yeah, I know! You’ve only said that fifteen times! Now be quiet, and sit still. Jeez, it’s like I’m handling a toddler…” Velvet said.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed. Immediately after, the crowd became quiet. The curtain rose, the stage lights turned on, and the music began.
Velvet and Veneer sat through the character introductions, clearly bored. They didn’t care about the bakers, Cinderella or Jack. All they cared about was seeing a little girl in a red hood. After a few minutes, there you were, skipping through the bakery.
“I wish
It’s not for me, it’s for my granny in the woods
A loaf of bread, please
To bring my poor old hungry granny in the woods
Just a load of bread, please” You sang, cheerful and fully of energy. Everyone in the crowd laughed as you sang the last bit with your mouth full of bread.
Velvet and Veneer had never felt so proud of you up until now. They never knew you had a talent in musical theatre! But there you were, singing and acting with the spotlight on you. It’s was like you and the character were one. Like you were born to play this role.
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The play was over, and the curtains closed. The applause was still going, but Velvet and Veneer practically jumped out of their seats. They needed to see you.
They waited outside the stage. Veneer was holding a bouquet of flowers, a gift to congratulate your excellent performance.
You exited the dressing room, now out of costume. You turned the corner, and nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw your siblings. You sighed, and prepared yourself for the endless teasing. But to your surprise, it never came.
“(name)!” Veneer dashed over to you. Velvet followed behind. “You were amazing!” He said, placing the flowers in your arms.
You were confused. Both by the compliment and the flowers. “Oh. Uh… thanks?”
“But why didn’t you tell us about this?” Velvet asked.
“Oh… well uh… I kinda thought you’d make fun of me.” You mumbled.
Velvet and Veneer gave confused looks. “Make fun of you? Why would we do that?” Veneer asked.
“Well, you guys are famous pop stars! This was just some silly school play… And I was playing a silly little girl in a hood.”
“Silly?” Veneer said. “It was awesome!”
You looked up, shocked. “Really?”
“Yeah. You were better than Cinderella!” Velvet complimented. Something that she rarely does.
“Agreed! Hey, when’s your next play? Because we’re definitely coming to that!” Veneer asked.
You laughed. You totally didn’t expect them to be so impressed. You suppose that you should be proud of yourself for that, considering that they’re pop stars. But you were just relieved that they didn’t tease you. Instead, you just gained your number one fans!
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~~baileypie-writes
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Crossing the Line | Part 13
“You’re wearing that?”
“Yes, I’m wearing this, this has been a focus point ever since I mentioned it, it’s an inside joke at this point Robbie, we have an inside joke already! I’m wearing this.” He was wearing the sweater vest. It was a running gag at that point, and it was the perfect opportunity to wear it. Eddie had messaged him that morning (okay so, more like just gone 2pm) apologising for not texting back sooner even though Steve didn’t need an apology because Eddie had told him that after gig diner food was a thing.
He didn’t expect Eddie to spend any time texting him during a band tradition. Band traditions were sacred.
“But… but it’s so—”
“Me. It’s me. It’s so very me. So I’m going to have this date, as me. Not in costume like last night, I’m going as me, and… and he’s going to like it… he’s going to like it, right?” Somewhere during that tiny ramble, Robin’s eyes softened, all her hard edges wearing away like rocks beaten by the sea.
“… Yeah Stevie, you look perfect, he’s gonna love it. An if he doesn’t, well… I’ll beat him up.” She’d seen him, she could take him.
“Haha, I don’t think your date will approve of that, she’s like… his best friend or something, so you gotta be nice to him.”
“Hey, bros before hoes, Steve, that’s the rule. He fucks it up? Imma shove that wet rat back in the sewer where he belongs, my poor love life be damned.”
He loved Robin. With everything he had. He loved her. She was like the sister he’d never had, a twin separated at birth.
She came to him when he had no-one, when he was circling the drain about to slip, it’d been such a crazy happenstance meeting her, she wasn’t rich. She didn’t come from some crazy rich family. She came from a small town in rural Indiana, she didn’t have siblings, her parents were ex-hippies for crying out loud.
She was just, Robin. And she’d been there by a single stroke of luck, she’d been there. Passing by the club he’d been in at the time, she’d caught him as he’d stumbled out, bleary eyed and confused having taken something… of which he had no idea. Tommy Hagan, a budding actor running on his parents coattails, had given it to him, said it’d loosen him up.
Then… well, the exact details were a little blurry, but he remembered pushing someone’s handsy hands away from him and stumbling out of the club directly into Robin.
She’d gotten him a cab, taken him home and made sure he was okay. She’d stayed with him, all night. She hadn’t had to, she didn’t know him, he didn’t know her, hell, she could have taken photo after photo and sold them to whoever paid the most, she’d have made thousands, millions to the right magazines, but she’d stayed with him all night instead, then made him breakfast the morning after.
A greasy fry up thing that settled his stomach right down.
She’d introduced herself, being a stranger in his kitchen, and explained what’d happened, awkwardly rambling about how she’d called her parents to ask about symptoms and what to do cause they’d know, and that she’d taken care of him, so he didn’t wind up hurting himself, she’d even hurriedly shown him her phone, scrolling through photos he never asked to see just to prove that she hadn’t taken anything of him.
Half a week later he was inviting her to a charity gala thing he’d been invited to, then to an awards show, then to a dinner thing where she’d awkwardly come out to him on the bathroom floor panicking over how she thought he was interested in her with how much he wanted her around, and while yes, maybe he’d had a small crush on her to begin with, it very quickly, very easily evolved into something else as she explained.
Then, event after event as Steve shed the weight of his horribly unhealthy ‘friends’, they became a package deal, Steve, and Robin, where one went, the other wouldn’t be far behind.
And she wouldn’t let anyone hurt him again. Especially not some jumped up little music snob who could only get gigs in dive bars.
“C’mere Robbie” Steve pulled her in, even as she hissed her complaints, citing her outfit, her hair, he knew by the way she reciprocated that hug that she was just complaining for the sake of it “love you”
“Love you too dingus. Now… are you going with contacts or glasses?”
He chose glasses, he ran a hand through his hair a few times, shooed Robin off for her own date, something she had no input on because Chrissy had insisted on taking her to ‘see the city’ properly, giving Steve just enough time to put the finishing touches on dinner. A simple chicken and bacon creamy pasta dish, nothing too heavy and the ingredients were easy to find.
The only concern he’d had was whether or not Eddie ate meat, and a quick text to Chrissy answered that question.
The door buzzer signalled the end of his internal countdown. Eddie responded to his simple “hello?” with a funny little
“Metalhead delivery for Mr Superstar~!” That Steve couldn’t help but giggle at, still smiling when Eddie eventually made it to the door, and when his eyes lit up when that door opened, big, beautiful browns falling on his sweater vest, a big, dimpled grin blossoming on his lips and his voice, full of glee announcing “Sweater vest for Eddie!” Steve knew he was a goner.
He was done for. He’d fallen for a silly metalhead and he didn't want to get up.
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Little do You Know | OT7 | Ninety Nine
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Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 
Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 
Chapter warnings: So much fluff! So much love!! Family time!! Tiny cat!!  
WC: 5k
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“Tokki, we’re here.” Jungkook’s voice called for you and when you looked up you realized you were already parked at the garage of your building; their former dorm building. 
Getting out of the hospital today was a bit of a hustle, as apparently the same website that disclosed your accident also leaked where you were admitted to. Papparazis, supporters and ARMY were waiting for you at the front, which meant you had to be taken through an employee back door. 
You wondered if being inside a car again would bring you any more PTSD, but you distracted yourself by posting a quick message to twitter to let the world know you were alive and well, and texting Woojin and Sumni to hear back about their presentation this morning.
Jimin had been the one to get your backpack and phone from Sejin and you were glad to know that, besides a crack on the screen, the device still worked perfectly. 
“Ready to go home?” Jimin was already out of the car and opening the backdoor for you, offering a strong arm for you to lean on. 
“Want me to carry you?” Jungkook offered, a second away from scooping you up. 
“No, I can walk, bun, thank you.” 
You just needed them to be patient with you. Both men stood on either side of you, carrying your things for you –your backpack and a smaller overnight one with things Yoongi brought to the hospital–, and letting you lean on them.
You were still in pain, walking a little slower than usual, but you were better than yesterday. You were medicated and cleared of any concussion or serious injuries, which is why you were free to go home after lunch. 
“There’s a surprise for you upstairs.” Jimin announced with a cheeky smile as he helped you into the elevator. 
“It better not be another welcome home cake.” you offered him a crooked smile. 
“Well.” Jimin giggled. “Okay, the cake was Jin hyung’s idea, but he likes to bake when he’s stressed.” 
“It’s not the only surprise, though.” Jungkook grinned with an arm around your waist to hold you up better. “There’s another tiny one.” 
“It better have to do with all seven of you being there.”
The elevator doors opened and the three of you walked out. As your legs didn’t hurt as much as your upper body and shoulder, your ankles had taken a bit of the force of the impact, so you were told to be careful to avoid falling and twisting them. Which meant you were still slow when Jimin unlocked the door of your apartment and Jungkook got on his knees to remove your shoes from you. 
In two days time you’d get tired of all this pampering and looking after, but for now you’d take being spoiled. 
There were voices coming from the living room of your apartment and you were relieved to know the other six boys were already there. You wouldn’t mind cuddles and kisses in between your med breaks. 
“Unnie!” a high pitched voice took you by surprise as Minsuk saw you appear from the hallway. 
“Tiny?!” 
The little girl rushed towards you, so fast you braced yourself for impact. But before she could reach you, Jungkook scooped her up to avoid a collision that would most likely hurt you. Not that your sister minded at all, giggling and squealing from being in the strong arms of her first crush. 
“Kookie, stop!” she giggled and tried to get him to put down. “Wanna see my unnie!” 
“I’m here, tiny.” you walked up to them, offering your right side for her to hug. 
“We need to be careful with unnie today, okay?” Jungkook told your sister as she settled against his hip, holding his neck after hugging you. “She has some ouchies.” 
“Can’t she ask mister Yoonbi to kiss them better?” Minsuk asked as they turned around to go back to the living room. 
You ignored your red face and Jimin’s knowing giggles as you reached the kitchen and living room area. There was too much to focus on; like the many flowers, chocolate boxes and get well soon helium balloons taking up your whole ten seater dinner table. Or the pretty purple cake sitting on top of the kitchen island. You might even choose to focus on five of your boyfriend sitting on the couch with your father.
“Appa! You’re in Seoul!” 
“We came as soon as we heard what happened.” your father, a man who wasn’t touchy by any means, walked up and hugged you tightly. 
It made you want to cry again, seeing him walking so well, without his cane, in long steps. It didn’t help that his scent was so familiar and reminded you of home. 
But to know he heard about what happened to you made your eyes widen, as you didn’t want him to have read about it in the news. Thankfully, Yoongi clarified: 
“I called him and told him.” he said and you smiled thankfully. “And hyung organized their trip.” 
You mouthed a little thank you to him and Seokjin, thankful for them and for having your family with you. 
“What’s all this?” you mentioned to the flowers and gifts taking over half of your kitchen. 
“People sent their well wishes.” Hoseok was the one explaining, helping you get to the table. “We’ve been getting them all day.” 
“People?” 
Hobi nodded, gathering a couple cards so you could read them. “Heejin and Doyun sent the pink roses. Sejin sent that golden chocolate box.” 
“My favorite one is the egg tarts, a gift from Bang PD-nim.” Namjoon was standing behind you with his hands on your hips as he kissed the back of your neck. “All of our families sent you flowers as well.” 
“Other staff, Hana, our camera director.” Hoseok was reading from the cards he didn’t pluck out of the gifts yet. “PSY sunbaenim sent something too.” 
“You can look at everything later, why don’t we sit for a bit?” Namjoon offered, feeling you get emotional. 
You nodded and let him help you to the couch, where a spot opened up to you like the red sea. You sat between Taehyung and Seokjin, across from your father and your sister –who was delighted to be sitting on Jungkook’s lap–. 
It looked like Appa wanted to ask something, but with Minsuk present, he had been holding back. Intuitively, Jungkook noticed and asked the little one: 
"Do you wanna see a kitty?" 
Minsuk turned to the man, with chubby hands around her mouth as she said: "I can see him, he's right there!" 
That had all of you laughing while Yoongi pretended to roll his eyes. 
"I mean an actual kitty, princess. His name is Jack." Jungkook got up from the couch, putting the little girl down, but still holding her hand. 
"Oh!" Minsuk's little eyes sparkled at the thought of a real kitten. "Okay, let's go!" 
Jungkook and Minsuk went in the direction of the guest bedroom Jack was temporarily living in. It didn't take long for Tae and Jimin to follow them, never missing an opportunity to hang out with a child. You only hoped it wouldn't hurt Taehyung too much, or make him think of what could have been.
Once it was just you, Appa and the older men, Namjoon was the first to speak.
“It's good to formally meet you, sir. Even if it's under such circumstances.”
“Ah, yes, I guess you were one of the ones I hadn't met yet.” Appa said, looking at the leader who was sitting a little straighter. “Monie, are you?”
“Uh, it's Namjoon, sir. Kim Namjoon. Monie is the nickname Sukie has for me.” he explained with a pink hue on his cheeks. 
“Yes, it seems both of my daughters have a liking for all of you.” your father smiled and he didn’t know how true that statement was.
“We all like the two of them very much as well.” Seokjin said, soft eyes watching over you.
“I can see that.” Appa agreed.
This had to be the most awkward meeting between a father and boyfriends, where it was obvious there was something more between you and the seven men, but none of you wanted to be the first to point it out. 
“I can't believe it took an accident to finally bring you to Seoul, appa.” you said as Hoseok moved to sit a little closer to you. 
“Well, yes, but we were planning on coming to visit anyways, we just happened to come a little sooner.” the man said, not wanting you to think this was an inconvenience, you were sure. 
“Yes, I'm glad to have you both here. Have you seen Suk's bedroom?” you beamed.
“I did, she was very excited to show me.”
“The boys did that for her, so she'd have something nice when you had your surgery, and a place to always come back to.” your explanation made all of the boys shrug humbly. 
Appa only hummed, his go-to response for most things, looking over the men sitting around you. Seokjin excused himself into the kitchen and the sound of water running made you guess he was about to make everyone some tea.
“How’s your leg, sir?” Yoongi was the one asking your father.
“Really good, I retired the chair lift in the stairs. Took it down on my own too.” something appa was clearly proud of.
“That's great, sir. What did you do about the mark on the wall? I remember you saying you wanted to try some moulding?”
“Yes, that might be too much for me to do alone. I was hoping you'd come over one day and lend me a hand?”
Yoongi grinned with a very positive nod. “I would absolutely love to.”
As Seokjin got back to the living room with a pot of tea, serving you and your father first, and appa and Yoongi talked about handyman stuff, you could tell Hobi was a little awkward. You held his hand in yours to assure him everything was okay. 
You knew you were his first serious girlfriend ever since his cheating ex, so he didn't have a lot of experience meeting parents. The other three were naturals. It would be easy for Jin to fall into a conversation about politics, Yoongi had a woodwork date set up and Namjoon was the perfect, responsible gentleman. 
Hoseok had long, shaggy hair, black nail polish on his nails and his eyes were a little red; from lack of sleep, but you knew he was worried about what appa might think.
You couldn't tell him that appa didn't really care about any of that, not without bringing attention to his worries and you didn't want to put him in the spotlight. All you could do was assure him that you loved him just like that. And you did it by bringing his hand to your lips and kissing the back of it a few times. Hoseok smiled and you had to hold yourself back from kissing his heart shaped lips. 
“Ynie." your father's voice was calling you out of your in love trance.
"Hm?"
"I'm happy to see you made a good life for yourself in the big city. With a nice place to live in."
"Ah, this is–"
"A nice area, isn't it? Hannam is great, and super safe." Seokjin cut you, and it was Hobi’s turn to squeeze your hand reassuringly. “We all live in the area, I’m just across the street.”
All four men knew you. Could probably read it in your brain how you were about to say Jimin actually owned the apartment you lived in, not you. And, truthfully, you didn't feel like you amounted to a lot. You didn't even have a job, living on your savings –that were running out soon–. 
Your boyfriends thought differently. 
“Yn is top of her class at university.” Namjoon told your father proudly.
"She did really well at the Summer Program at our company too, no one has anything other than praise to talk about her." Seokjin agreed. 
"She's everyone's favorite too." Yoongi said, looking back to the table littered with gifts and flowers. 
"And we believe she only has great things ahead of her." Hobi finished it. 
You could argue, but you didn't have the strength in you. Everything that happened in the past 24h, Jia being out of jail, Felix following you, missing the presentation, saying goodbye to your chance at an internship for HYBE, it was all too much for one person to deal with on top of everything else.
"Hey, can you see if Minsuk wants some strawberry milk? I have some in the fridge." you said, and all four men agreed.
Bringing a milk box for a child at the end of the hall was hardly a job that demanded four grown adults, but they understood your hint of wanting to be alone with your father. Not that anything you were about to talk about was any secret to them, you still guessed appa might feel awkward talking about it in front of the men.
“Appa, have you talked to Eomma recently?”
“I spoke to her a couple of times not that long ago. I was under the impression she wanted to make things right with you before getting close to the two of us again.” he told you as you moved seats to be closer to him on the couch, resting your mug of tea next to his on the center table. 
“We went to dinner a little while back.” you told him carefully. “She seems to be doing well, has a dental clinic here in Seoul.”
“Mhm.”
“Said moving back to Daegu is a possibility. Would you like that?”
Your father took a deep, tired breath before saying: “Ynie, don’t base your relationship with your mother on the expectations you have for me and her. I miss her, yeah, but maybe our time is past. You’re the one who took her leaving the hardest, you’re the one who had to make sacrifices for me and Minsuk, you gave up on your dreams so we could have a present and a future.”
It always shocked you a little bit to hear so many words from your quiet father, but, –like Yoongi– his words carried more importance than quantity. 
“Appa, I didn’t give up on anything for you, I did what family does.”
“You did what parents are supposed to do. Taking care of us was never supposed to be your responsibility and your mother leaving made it so.” his smile was sad, showing you how sorry he was about that.
“I don’t regret any of it.”
“I know you don't. But you deserve this, you know? You deserve this break, you deserve to be taken care of and to live in a nice place. It’s okay to think about yourself for the first time in maybe forever.” the non-touchy man placed a hand on your shoulder and you didn’t care if it was sore, you’d take the small gesture anyway. “Minsuk and I are good, you made sure of that. Now you should work on finding what good means to you. If it’s being close to Eomma again, then so be it. But do it for your sake, not because you think it’s what we need.”
“Don’t you think Minsuk needs her mother?”
“At some point she did. But Minsuk wouldn’t even remember her now, and she’s done asking about her for a few years now.” appa shrugged. “You know she looks up to you more than she ever did her eomma.”
You smiled softly at your father, resuming drinking your tea. It was almost time to take your next medicine, but they made you so sleepy. You weren’t ready to let this moment go. 
It gave you a lot to think about; about everything you’ve been through up until this point, as a family, as individuals. You were both struggling so much a year ago, and now appa was healed, Minsuk was happy and social, you were in love and complete again. 
Maybe he was right and it was time to give yourself a break and not be so hard on yourself. 
“I never really asked, I guess I was afraid of the answer, but,” appa started again and you almost choked on your tea as he asked: “Are you all in a big poly relationship?”
“I– how do you know that word, appa?”
“Minsuk mentioned it and I looked it up.” he cringed, avoiding your eyes.
“Oh my god, you need to watch what she does in the internet!”
The man shook his head. “Apparently she asked a teacher at school and she explained it.”
“I guess that's better... I hope.” you chuckled, unsure of how to admit it to your main parental figure. “So, uh, yeah, kinda. I mean, I'm dating them and they are dating me, but not each other.”
“I see.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, appa, I know that's probably not what you expected when raising me to be proper.” you sighed, already breaking your indirect promise of not being too hard on yourself. 
“I didn't raise you to be proper, I raised you to be happy and to be loved. And I can see you are exactly that.” he said and the little lump on your throat was a positive one. “I��m proud of you, Ynie, no matter what.”
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“Isn’t he so cute?” it was Jimin’s voice that made you stir. 
“Shhh, we have to be quiet or we’ll wake up unnie!” Minsuk’s little whisper shout made a small smile break into your face. “Mister Yoonbi said to let her rest.” 
There was a dip on the bed and Taehyung’s voice saying: “I think she’s awake.” 
Your smile only grew as you felt your boyfriend’s long fingers tracing your face carefully and gently. When you parted your eyes, Tae was sitting on the bed you were laying on, soft smile on his pretty lips and messy fluffy hair on his head. 
“Hey.” you said as you stretched as best as you could without wincing in pain. “How long was I asleep for?” 
“One hour, give or take.” Tae told you, helping you sit up on the bed more comfortably. “You should sleep more, but the children wanted to see Jack.” 
You looked at the side of the guest bedroom, where Jungkook already had the cat in his lap, Minsuk was sitting on Jimin’s and all three cooed and petted the furry baby. 
Since you weren’t expecting your father and sister to visit you yet, and they were staying for a couple of days more, you took the guest bedroom –because Jack would be more comfortable sharing it with you–, and your father would stay in your room, while Minsuk slept on hers. 
“Where are the others?” you asked as Tae handed you a small bowl with some cut up fruits you just knew were sent by Seokjin. 
“Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung went to do something about your car. Jin hyung and Hobi hyung took your father to that restaurant you like that doesn’t deliver, to pick up dinner.” Jimin was the one answering you, in between kisses to Minsuk’s little head. 
You hummed in acknowledgment. 
You had seen the article that came out about your accident, so you had seen pictures of your car. While it wasn’t completely wrecked, the front of it was pretty beat down and that’s where all the important parts were stored. And you didn’t have insurance, so if it could be fixed, one of the boys would have to pay for the repair, because your savings were running out. 
You’d never ask them for it, but you knew they wouldn’t accept your money either. 
It was about damn time you started looking for a job. 
“I want one of those.” Taehyung’s whishful voice brought you out of your head and back to the present. 
You followed his line of sight to where Minsuk was playing with Jack while Jungkook and Jimin all but drooled over the little girl. And you knew your boyfriend wasn’t talking about the cat. 
“I know, baby, I'll give you one one day.” you told him, leaning a little closer to him so your head rested on his shoulder.
“Just one?” you could feel his smile even if you couldn’t see it.
“Fine, at least three.” 
“Promise?”
You rolled your eyes, even if he couldn’t see it. “Promise.”
“Kiss on it.”
His demand made you playfully roll your eyes, but you gave in as he looked down at you with puckered lips. You kissed it three times, one for each kid you promised to give him in the future. Tae had a big boxy smile on his lips, but it dropped at your sister’s voice.
“Ewwwww.” she was giggling, hiding her eyes between her hands, but looking at you through the cracks of her fingers.
“Tiny, come here.” you called her with a pat to the bed, sitting back against the propped up pillows.
Minsuk had a little trouble jumping up on the bed when it was so high up, so Tae pulled her up and settled her on his lap, arms wrapped around her tightly as his face rested next to hers. At that point you were convinced she’d never sit anywhere else if not on your boyfriends’ legs. 
“Appa said you learned a new word at school.” you told her, holding one of her little chubby fingers to shake it and make her laugh. 
“I learn lots of words, unnie. My teacher said I'm doing better with my speech, too.” Minsuk told you proudly.
“That's good, but I mean one word you were asking about.”
She took her finger back and tapped it on her chin as her whole face scrunched up in deep thought. “Oh, is it about you having lots of boyfriends?!”
“Yeah. Do you think that's weird?” 
“Nop, why would it be?” she shook her head, making Tae’s face pull way before getting hit with her dark hair. 
“Good question.” your boyfriend agreed. 
“That means they can have lots of girlfriends right?” Minsuk asked you and you watched her little eyes flitting in Jungkook’s direction. 
You weren’t sure how to answer that. If they wanted to bring someone else into the relationship or branch out, you couldn’t exactly forbid them; if it was something they wished for. But you'd talk about it if the time ever came. You really hoped it never came, but in a relationship with seven people things could get easily complicated. 
“That's not really possible, little one.” Jimin was the one answering her, standing on his knees on the floor and resting his upper body on the mattress.
“Why not?” Minsuk asked with a pout. 
“Because we love your sister very much.” he told her with a poking finger to her nose.
“But she loves you too.... Right?” Minsuk looked at you.
“Yes I do.” you confirmed.
“Then if she can love lots of you, why can't you love lots of girls too?” 
All three boys looked at you, but you had no answer for her. She was too young for you to really get into the nitty gritty of your relationship with the seven men, and you sometimes wondered the same thing. How on earth were you lucky enough to have not one, but seven of the most incredible men to ever exist to be in love with you like this? Enough to accept sharing you? 
Thankfully the subject was dropped as the front door opened and more voices invaded the otherwise quiet apartment. Yoongi’s voice was calling for your sister, which made her absolutely beam and squirm out of Taehyung’s hold to go find her Mister Yoonbi. 
Scared she might hurt herself in her rush, Taehyung and Jimin rushed after her, leaving you and Jungkook alone in your bedroom. Well, alone with Jack; who jumped on his cat tower after the little human went away. He was a cat who clearly picked favorites and liked children.
“You know, I don’t think either of us will ever be her favorite when Yoongi hyung is around.” Jungkook was standing next to the bed, offering his hand to you to help you off it. 
“You cute, clueless bunny.” you giggled and he scrunched his face. “You have no idea, do you?”
“What am I missing?” 
Big doe eyes stared at you and you hugged him by his middle. Jungkook was much too tall for you to lift your arms and hug him by the neck when your left shoulder still hurt quite a lot. 
“The reason she was asking about you guys having another girlfriend was you.” you pointed out and watched as realization crossed his pretty round eyes. “Minsuk has a huge crush on you, ever since she met you.” 
“Really?” he smirked, highly amused. “Well, if she was a few decades older.” 
“Is that right?” you squinted, holding back a laugh. 
“Well, she is super pretty and cute.” Jungkook said and you were about to nag him for it when he said: “She takes both of those things from you.” 
“Nice save, smart ass.” 
“Meh, yours is better.” 
Jungkook giggled as one of his hands slipped from your waist to your ass and it gave it a little squeeze. You mimicked his laugh but batted his hand away. One thing was Minsuk watching you give Tae little kisses, something else entirely would be her watching her first crush groping you. 
“I can smell food. Shall we go?” you asked him and Jungkook nodded. 
“You know we’ll never want anyone else, right?” he was saying as he walked slowly with you, an arm around your waist for support so you didn’t put a lot of effort on your heels. “You’re the only one for us.”
“You can’t know that for sure.” 
“Should I ask everyone?” 
“Ask what?” Hoseok was the one coming down the hall, most likely on his way to call you and the maknae for dinner. 
“Baby thinks we might want to add another girl into the relationship in the future.” Jungkook explained and you sulked. That was a piece of  insecurity you didn’t want publicized. 
“I mean, that’s half true.”
Hoseok took you from Jungkook, pressing his lips to your cheek as he hugged you just because he could. Your sulk was even deeper as your mind tried to settle the fact he just admitted wanting to add more to your relationship. Then he continued:
“I’m pretty sure Tae wants at least twin girls.” he chuckled. “He’s been really fixated on that lately, I caught him looking at baby stores online just last week.” 
Your heart clenched at that new information. Clearly Hoseok didn’t know why his member was checking out baby things, but you did. And you wondered if he had bought anything when he thought you were pregnant. You really hoped he didn’t, or it would only make you feel even guiltier about the whole mishap with your condition. But then again, if he did, you could just keep it safe for the future. 
Hoseok let go of you after stealing a sweet kiss from your lips and the tree of you walked to the kitchen together. 
All of your flowers and gifts had been moved from the kitchen and into the living room, where Minsuk and Yoongi were playing as if they were her magical garden and he was her prince. Or her knight, by the looks of it. Namjoon was on the couch watching the two of them fondly, and you couldn’t blame him at all. 
Taehyung and Jimin were picking up plates and glasses from the cupboards and Appa and Jin were moving the food from takeout containers and into bowls and trays. You wondered if there was something missing from this scene, going back to your earlier conversation with your father. 
Would eomma being here change anything? Would she blend in nicely with your family? Or maybe just look like an out of place piece? 
“We got all of your favorites, sweetheart.” Jin pulled a chair for you to sit instead of just standing there. “Are you hungry?” 
“Yes, thank you, oppa.” 
Seokjin smiled softly at you before turning to the rest of the members: “Everybody, come eat.” 
No one needed to be told twice, all boys and Minsuk coming to the table with you. Namjoon told your father to sit at the head of the table, a spot that was usually his, as a show of respect. The older boys sat by him, with Minsuk inviting herself to sit on Yoongi’s lap instead of picking the chair set for her –it even had a cushion for her to be higher, but you couldn’t blame her for picking Yoongi instead–. 
Everyone waited for appa to start making his plate first, which made him a little awkward at first, and then Seokjin moved to put together your plate while Taehyung asked Minsuk what she wanted on hers. Your sister chose everything that didn’t have vegetables on it, until Yoongi told her to eat her greens or she wouldn’t have cake for dessert. 
“Same goes to you, sweetheart.” Jin was saying as he put lots of healthy banchans on your plate when all you wanted was the meat. 
“Yes, oppa, I know.” you grumbled under your breath. 
For a while all you heard were the clinks of chopsticks, glasses and the moans and grunts around the table. Jungkook had an angry scowl that let you know the food was delicious, Taehyung was eating in pout, Seokjin was shoving rice into his mouth, Hoseok clapped and closed his eyes when the food tasted really good. 
“Your car will be all good in two weeks, jagiya.” Namjoon told you after swallowing a bite of noodles. “You’ll be in the US, so one of us will get it for you.” 
“Thank you, Joonie. But I’m not in a hurry to start driving again.” you said, feeling a little bad about dismissing it in case he thought you weren’t appreciative of it.
“No one expects you to, kitten.” Yoongi told you and you offered him a thankful smile. 
“You call unnie kitten?” Minsuk looked at Yoongi behind her and he nodded with comically wide eyes. “Is that you call me tiny cat?” 
“Uh huh.” he picked up a piece of broccoli from her plate with his chopsticks and brought them to her little mouth. 
Minsuk pulled a disgusted face, but accepted the vegetable and chewed on it quickly so she could swallow it and be done with it. Then, as if the mention of cats brought something to her mind, she turned to your father and asked:
“Appa, can we have a kitty too? Jack is so cute and sweet!” Minsuk pouted and blinked through her little lashes. “He’s really lazy too, so he wouldn’t be trouble at all!”
Your father was put on the spot as all heads turned to him, wondering if he'd be the only man strong enough to say no to Minsuk. 
“Jack might be sweet, but I’m not sure all cats are like that.” he pointed out. “And we can’t just take your sister’s cat.”
“Actually, Jack is up for adoption.” Hoseok was the one to say it and you cringed, knowing what would come after. 
“See, appa? Please can we have him? Please, please! Pleeeeeease!” Minsuk’s begging was the sole reason you hadn’t been the one to say anything. 
It was clear your sister had taken a liking to the cat, and your father was doing a lot better with his movements and surgery recovery, but you didn’t know if he’d be up to having another live being depending on him for almost everything. 
Hoseok seemed to realize it after a few seconds, you could read it in his expressive face how guilty he was because now your father would have to say no. 
Except he didn’t. 
“Let’s see how we feel while we’re here and if he really is a good cat, we’ll think about bringing him home with us, okay?”
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His Little Women
Anon request:
I don't know how to explain this but Do you know that interview where Timothée says if he has daughters one day they had to see his movie "Little Women" So could You please do a Dad!Timmy x Bunny where he shows them Little Women and they love that their dad is in the movie and that the oldest's favourite is Jo and the youngest's Amy?
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Description: It’s family movie night and Bunny and the girls are in Paris, but without Timmy around the girls are a bit sad, until you suggest they watch one of his films and a surprise on the way.
A/N: One down a few more dadtimmy to go. I had a lot of fun with this one. Thank you for the lovely request, it was incredibly fun to write. I love this cute little family with my whole heart.
Warning: Fluff, Family fluff.
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“What should we watch for movie night?” You asked your daughters as you watched them brush their teeth.
With the summer and Timothee currently shooting a film in Europe, you decided to take the girls on a little summer holiday. You were in Paris and planned to take them to Disney land in a few days.
“We only have movie nights with Papa,” Lena said sadly, mouth full of toothpaste.
“Yeah, it won’t be the same without him,” Elle added, rinsing her mouth and walking over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist.
You frowned slightly at how sad they both were. Timmy, for the most, didn’t take too many roles that took him so far away from the girls, but it was only a small indie film for a few weeks and you both thought it would be okay, but the way the girls reacted shocked you both.
“Hey we can still have a nice movie night without, papa,” you said, picking up Elle and kissing her forehead.
Lena finished brushing her teeth and came over to you. You leaned down and hugged them both to your chest. You felt bad for them both for being so sad. Mainly because you were aware your husband was on his way to your Paris home.
His schedule was free for the next few days and wanted to come to see your little family. You both thought it would be a nice surprise for the girls, but their little faces were breaking your heart.
“Why don’t we watch one of his films then?” You suggested.
They both perked up at the suggestion. Neither of them have seen any of his films as you both thought most of his filmography was not appropriate for them, but Lena's birthday was in just over two weeks and then Elle would be turning 8 soon after and now seem like a perfect time to show them one of his films.
When you spoke with Timmy on the phone earlier he was excited to show his daughters Little Women. It was one of his favorite films he did and he had so much love for the role and the close bond the March sisters had with each other.
Plus, while the girls have been to set and know their father was an actor it was a different experience to see him in a film playing a character. To say that Timmy was rushing home would be an understatement.
“We can watch one of Papa’s films?” Elle asked excitedly.
You nodded, pushing her hair out of her face. “We can watch Little Women with Auntie Flo and Saoirse. Won’t that be fun?”
“Yeah, I want to see Papa,” Lena smiled, pulling away from the hug. “Let’s go let’s go,” she chanted, running from the bathroom.
“Walking feet, my love,” you called after her, standing up and grabbing Elle’s hand.
“Mommy, will Papa not be Papa in the film?” She asked as you both followed after Lena.
“Yes, they won’t call him Papa or Timmy or anything like that, only the character’s name. So he will be papa but in the film, he will be pretending he is someone else.” You explained.
She nodded. She’s seen films with people she knew before, but it still confused her small mind sometimes, but she was curious about films and how everything worked. Since going to set with Timmy she’s been itching to go back.
“Should we get popcorn, chips, or candy?” You asked once the girls were settled on the sofa.
They both just gave you a look making you laugh. “Right right, all of the above, how could I be so silly,” you teased.
“Snacks are not something to be silly about, Mommy,” Elle said crossing her little arms.
You snorted. “Of course not, my love. Now drinks? What are we thinking?”
“Strawberry Milk,” Lena said.
“Apple juice, please,” Elle said.
Nodding, you walked into the kitchen grabbed a tray, and loaded it with snacks and drinks. You grinned when you heard the front door open and then footsteps heading toward the living room.
A few seconds later the girls were screaming and shouting and you heard Timmy's laughter. Walking into the living room you saw Timmy on the ground as the girls jumped all over him, talking over each other and showering him in hugs and kisses.
You smiled at your family, setting the tray down and grabbing your phone, and snapping a picture of the three of them. The flash of the camera had Timmy glancing over at you, his eyes lightening up even more at see you and your growing belly.
“Bunny,” he breathed happily. Timmy unwrapped one of his arms from around the girls and reached for you. Dramatic widening his eyes sadly when he couldn’t reach you.
“So dramatic, Chalamet,” you said with an eye roll, but you walked closer, getting on the ground with your family.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said, pressing his lips to yours.
You kissed back, patting his cheek lovingly. “Hi, Timmy,” you mumbled against his lips.
“Enough kissing. I want kisses from Papa,” Lena demanded, pushing your face away from Timmy.
“Yeah, let us kiss Papa,” Elle pouted.
Timmy smiled brightly at them arguing over him. “My loves, there is enough love to go around for all of you,” he said, attacking their faces with kisses.
The girls giggled, wrapping their little arms around his neck and peppering kisses on his face as well. Your heart swelled. You always wanted a big family where your husband adored your children and for a while, you thought it wasn’t in the cards for you.
And then your annoying best friend already assumed you two were dating. You smiled thinking about it and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Timmy,” you said.
His eyes soften and shined with love and adoration. “And I love you, bunny. I love you, our little one you are carrying, and these two little angels,” he said, turning to the girls when he mentioned them, tickling them.
“We love you too, Papa,” Elle said, kissing his cheek again.
“Best papa ever,” Lena said, bouncing on his lap.
“I am so happy to know I am better than any other papa,” he said, kissing both their cheeks. “Now I see PJs, snacks, blankets. Are we having a movie night?” He asked with wide eyes.
“Yes!” Lena exclaimed getting off his lap and moving to the sofa. “And it’s a special one.”
“Really?” Timmy asked.
Elle stood up rocking on her heels with thinly concealed excitement. “Yes, do you want to know why?” She asked but didn’t wait for an answer before talking. “We are going to watch one of your movies. Little Women,” she shouted, joining her sister on the sofa.
Timmy got to his feet, then helped you up. “You know, darlings, Little Women is one of my favorite films I’ve ever done. It’s such a good film even if I wasn’t in it I would think it was a masterpiece. I’m happy to be sharing it with you both.”
“We are excited to watch so go get changed,” They whined from the sofa.
“Of course my little loves.” He chuckled leaving to change clothes.
You joined your daughters on the sofa, snuggling close to them. “Are you happy that Papa is here?” You asked, running your hands through their curls.
“So happy,” Lena replied.
“Did you know he was coming home?” Elle asked with narrowed eyes.
“Yes, we wanted to surprise you both,” you said poking her cheek until she grinned.
“It was nice,” she said, causing you to laugh.
When Timmy returned he grabbed the snack tray and sat down. Both of the girls left you to snuggle close to Timmy. You scoffed playfully. “So Papa’s back and I’m nothing,” you teased.
“You have bagel bite,” Lena shrugged.
Timmy shot you a smirk and you flicked his nose.
“Jealously is such an ugly trait, Bunny,” he said, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
“You are all smug now Chalamet, I’ll let you have your moment,” you said, starting the film.
Throughout the whole movie, the girl's eyes were glued to the screen as they watched the film. The first time Timmy was shown, they both gasped and whispered to Timmy that it was him, causing you both to giggle slightly.
Timmy held them close watching them more than the film to see how well they were enjoying it. While you both thought they were old enough to watch, it didn’t mean their little minds would stay zoned in the whole time, but they didn’t miss anything.
“You look so young, papa,” Elle whispered at one part.
“Your hair is all messy,” Lena whispered at another part.
When Amy and Laurie kissed they both gasped giggling. “It’s weird to see Papa kiss something that isn’t Mommy,” Lena whispered to her sister.
“It’s acting, Lena. It isn’t Papa kissing Auntie, it’s Laurie kissing Amy,” Elle whispered back.
“I know that,” Lena huffed. “It’s still his face,” she mumbled.
You and Timmy shared a look and held in your laughter. Timmy just kissed both of their foreheads. “It’s weird to kiss someone that isn’t Mommy. She’s my favorite person to kiss,” he said.
“I better be or I’ll hurt you,” you mumbled.
From the look Timmy gave you, you knew he was thinking something he couldn’t say in front of the girls and you rolled your eyes. The girls loudly shushed you both so they could finish the last of the film.
When the movie ended, you grabbed the tray and carried it to the kitchen as Timmy carried the girls to their rooms. Only to change course when they asked to sleep with you both for the night.
Timmy playful tossed them on the bed making them both bounce and laugh. They quickly crawled under the covers wiggling close to each other. “Did you both enjoy the film?” Timmy asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice. He felt like he was about to be critiqued by the harshest of critics. At 7 and 5 they didn’t hold punches and more times than not humbled him.
“I liked the movie, but it made me sad when Beth died,” Elle said.
“Me too. I liked her so much, but I liked Auntie Flo's character best. Amy was so amazing,” Lena said. “I want to be a painter like her and I liked her blue dress.”
“No, Jo was much better. She was a writer like Mommy and she wrote all those plays they did. Plays are fun,” Elle argued.
“And what about Laurie?” Timmy laughed, stopping the argument he could see brewing between them.
“Hmm, he was okay,” Elle said.
“Just okay? He teased.
“He was good, you did a good job, Papa,” Lena said.
“Yeah, you were great. I forgot it was you sometimes. He looked taller.”
Timmy scoffed. “He is me,”
“No he’s Laurie you are Papa,” she countered.
“You are your mother’s daughter,” he groaned, getting into bed with them.
“Duh,” she said, shaking her head.
“He did look taller, did you wear heels?” Lena asked.
“Maybe he is only tall to us because we are small,” Elle answered.
“I am tall thank you very much.”
“If you say so,” Lena said, causing her sister to laugh.
“You both are your mother’s daughters,” he said, shaking his head.
“Is that a bad thing?” You asked as you walked into the room, hearing the tail end of their conversation.
Timmy grabbed your waist when you were close enough and pulled you down on top of him. “No not at all. I love my mini bunnies,” he assured.
You cuddle into his chest, kissing his jaw. “I thought so.”
“Papa, can I take a painting class?” Lena asked. “I want to be like Amy.”
“Of course, Lena.”
“And I want to be Jo for Halloween this year,” Elle said.
“Oh, I want to be Amy,” Lean added.
“Should we all go as characters?” You suggested.
“Yes, I like that. Mommy you can be their mommy and Papa you can be their dad,” Lena said.
“Not Laurie?” He asked.
“Are you not too old to be Laurie?”
“It was only a few years ago,” he gasped. “I’m not old.”
“Umm, I guess,” Elle said.
“Maybe we will see if he wears heels to make himself taller,” Lean whispered to her sister.
“I heard that,” he said.
The girls just giggled in return.
"Okay, my little Women, it's time for bed. And tomorrow we can go to Disney?" He said.
"Good night, Papa and Mommy," Elle said, closing her eyes. "Night, Lena."
"Night night, Papa, Mommy, and Elle," Lena yawned and closed her eyes, and cuddled closer to her sister.
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Since I met you { Chapter 1}
masterlist ! pairing: Sam Claflin x oc!reader
SUMMARY : When a student meets a famous actor, what can happen? They fall in love, they don't care what the world says about them, they swear their love and that they will be next to each other regardless of the situation.
The story follows the beginning and formation of the love story of Sam and Andrea.
GENRE: fluff, love at first sight
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When you ask yourself if you are making the right choice in life, you always ask yourself the question "Am I making the right choice?" , but for me it was not a good choice but an excellent one, I study what I like, photography.
Here I am studying at the University of Arts London, for a good career in this field, I am glad that I have taken this important step in my life.
My name is Andrea Lawson, I'm 20 years old and I'm in my first year at university, as expected, I live in the dormitory, I have a roommate Louisa.
Me and Lou are the complete opposite, she is always invited to campus parties, anyone who knows her, she is popular and I am the one who stays in the dorm room and studies, my personality is that I don't go to parties and I am not known by the people on campus.
But today is not one of those lucky days, Louisa and her boyfriend are in our room and I decided to leave them alone, after all they need privacy. As for love, it doesn't exist for me, I don't have a boyfriend, no one would look at me.
"Andrea, why do you have to leave? We can have a movie night with the three of us, you know we don't mind." Louisa tells me who was in the arms of her lover, Alex.
"I don't want to disturb you, you also need time together, maybe you have other plans and I don't want to be in your way." I tell them calm down while putting on my boots.
"Well let's say you're right. But where are you going?" Alex asked me.
"I'm going to that cafe I told you about."
"And you're going with someone?" Louisa asks me curiously
"Who should I go with? I'm going alone, I still have a few things to finish on a project." I tell
"You always do this, when you go out somewhere, you do all the work related to college, go out a little more, go to a party, have a drink and maybe get together with someone. You're living life!" She tells me and gets up from Alex's arms.
"Lou, you know that this is your lifestyle, not mine. Even if I meet someone, I meet them in my own way and you know this very well. Stop forcing me with such things. Please!" I tell her and look at her.
"I know, sorry! But I want to see you happy, not only with your head in books. You know I only want the best for you, right?"
"I know Lou and I thank you for this. Thank you!" I tell him and give him a hug.
"I'm glad we met, we make a good team" he says and hugs me.
Lou and I didn't know each other but since I started university, we are like two sisters, different but at the end of the day we tell each other everything and give each other advice.
"Now I know that I will speak on behalf of myself and Louisa, but be careful what you do," Alex tells me.
"I will, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Have fun!" I tell them and leave the room.
I leave the room and meet the typical London weather, it's raining but it doesn't bother me, the rain calms me down.
The road to the cafe is not too long but it is 3 streets from the hostel, usually by the time I get to the cafe I listen to music with headphones, but today I didn't take them with me, but this doesn't bother me because instead of listening to music, I listen how it rained
Around me, the people in the dorms go to the club or others go to have a drink, it's normal that it's Friday. But what do I do? I'm going to finish a project.
As I was thinking, I didn't realize that I had arrived in front of the place where I can call it my favorite place in the vicinity.
Not many people come to this place, only a few, the owner was an old lady who always tells me that this was her dream.
I order a coffee and sit in my favorite place, by the window, to watch the rain. I look around the room and notice that there are few people today, something usual.
I take out my laptop and the files I need and spread them on the small table.
I think it's been an hour since I've been here and I decided to take a break, when I look up from my laptop I realize that someone is looking at me.
A boy, I think he has the same age as me or is 2 years older than me, I look at him and smile, lowering my eyes to the file. Suddenly I hear someone clearing his throat, when I look up I see the boy looking at me.
"Hi! Can I stay?" He was asking me, easy to guess that he is from here, he had an English accent.
"Yes, you can sit down, I don't mind" I say and smile.
To my surprise, I smile for the first time when I'm not forced, this boy has that something that makes me smile, he's cute, even very handsome.
"What are you studying?" He asked me and looked at a file that was fixed in front of him.
"I study photography, and what you see there are pictures taken by me for some exams, some are taken just out of passion." I explain to him but my smile doesn't disappear.
"The pictures are very beautiful, even excellent. You are very talented."
"Thank you very much!" I thank him.
"I'm Sam, Sam Claflin." He says and extends his hand towards me.
"Hi Sam, I'm Andrea, Andrea Lawson, nice to meet you!"
"The pleasure is only mine Andrea," he tells me and I blush, I have never blushed from a small talk.
"Are you studying somewhere? I haven't seen you in this place before." I ask him and look at him carefully.
"I'm not studying, actually I studied but I finished last year. But I like coming to this place, it's quiet and has that something that tells you to come again, and the owner is wonderful, she reminds me of my relatives. Not you I saw you here, I remembered a beautiful girl." he tells me and I start to blush even more.
"I haven't seen you either until today, maybe today is our lucky day. I don't want to seem too curious, you can not answer me if it bothers you. What did you study?" I ask him and look at him as if he were the last person on earth.
"Don't mind, I studied at the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art." he says and approaches me, with a smile that could not be erased from his lips.
We look into each other's eyes and I feel like my heart would jump out of my chest, I look at his green eyes, like a forest in spring. I feel his hand when he takes mine and at that moment let's get even closer to me. This has never happened to me, but it was a pleasant feeling.
"What do you say if you want to go for a walk together in the park, don't worry if it's raining, I have an umbrella. Do you want to go Andrea?" he tells me very slowly, telling me almost in a whisper  and squeezes my hand a little in his.
"Yes, I would be delighted to go for a walk Sam." I tell him the same way he asks me, like a whisper.
I see that his smile seems to increase upon hearing my words, as if he knew that the answer would be 'Yes'. I remember the discussion I had with Louisa and her boyfriend, I think I was right not to listen to her and to do things my way and this I did.
"Let me help you pack your things." Sam tells me and I nod my head.
He helps me pack my things, then he gives me his hand to stand up, I see him go behind the chair where I left my coat and take it and motion for me to put my hair aside and help me with the coat , he also gets dressed and looks for something, but I can't figure out what.
I see him take his scarf from next to my bag and put it around my neck, a gesture that left me speechless.
"It's cold outside, so I don't want to hear you say something against the scarf, okay?" he tells me with a smile.
"Ok Sam, I trust you." I tell .
We say goodbye to the landlady and head for the exit, Sam smiles and opens the door for me, going out I realize that he was right, it's cold outside, he opens the umbrella and extends his hand towards me.
Out of instinct I put my hand around his hand and I approached him, I feel him looking at me. I look up and look straight into his eyes and smile.
"Sam?"
"Yes Andrea? Is there something wrong?" he tells me, his tone of voice is worried.
"No! Everything is perfect, it's more than perfect. I wanted to ask you something." I tell him and in my mind I think if it is a good idea or not.
"You can ask me what you want my dear." he tells me, and when I heard how he told me those words, I was even happier.
"What do you do? You mean as a job?"
"My dear Andrea, I'm an actor. But keep calm, it's not too well known yet, not many people know me yet, I've been part of a few films and series, I'm not that famous yet. That's why we walk around without we are disturbed." Sam tells me and I am a little shocked.
"I didn't think you were an actor, yes you are very handsome and attractive, I'm not saying you're not. But I didn't expect it."
"You think I'm beautiful and attractive, Andrea, you're already making me fall in love with you," he tells me and we stop.
He turns to me and looks into my eyes then he looks at my lips and at that moment he leans down and captures my lips in a passionate kiss, I didn't expect this but I kiss him back. It's like a scene from a movie or even from the books I've read.
Sam breaks the kiss and looks at me and puts his arm around me and hugs me, I put my head on his chest and we stay like that for a few minutes. The first to break the silence is Sam.
"Andrea do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Since I saw you, I knew there was something special with you, I had to find out, but after this moment that we shared, I know what it is." I tell him and look at him.
"What is special about me?" he asks me and I look at him attentively.
"You're not like the other boys, but you're not a boy, you're a man, a gentleman, a romantic. I know we've only known each other for a few hours but I really like being with you, I told you that you have that something how do you make a person sit next to you regardless of whether you are an actor or not." I tell
"And you have that something that makes a person talk and sit next to you. Ever since you entered that cafe, I have seen a person passionate about an art that many people do not understand, when I came to your table I realized I was right, you're that type of person who focuses on something. I like that in a girl." Sam told me and I realized that he was telling the truth as he looked into my eyes and caressed my cheek with his thumb.
"You know something Sam? I'm lucky to have met you."
"I like you Andrea! Maybe we have the opportunity to get to know each other better, what do you say?"
"I like you too, Sam, and I agree that we should get to know each other better." I tell him and kiss him on the cheek, but Sam makes a face that knows what he's asking for.
I look once more and put my arms around his neck and press my lips to his in a passionate kiss in which Sam does not hesitate to respond to this kiss. It's as if our lips are two puzzle pieces that have finally found their match.
We break the kiss and look at each other. Maybe in the end I found someone with the same passions as mine.
"Where are you staying? It's already getting dark, it's cold and I don't want you to go home alone and catch a cold. I want to go with you to make sure you get there safely and to hold you in my arms."
"A real gentleman and I want to stay in your arms and I live in the dorm, it's 5 streets from here."
"Staying in the dorm? That's cool, I hope you have a roommate or more," says Sam and takes my hand.
"I only have one colleague and the reason why I left the dorm is that she came with her boyfriend to our place and I thought I'd leave them alone," I explain to Sam and put my head on his arm.
"I understand! You always have to leave when her boyfriend comes or do you leave of your own free will?" she asks me
"I'm leaving, they also need privacy and if I didn't leave today I wouldn't know you anymore, right?"  I ask him looking at him.
"Yes, you are very right, my dear, and unfortunately I have arrived."  he says a little upset because our walk is over.
"Oh, I don't like it." I tell him and pull him to a side where he was covered to leave the umbrella down for a few minutes.
"We'll see each other, I promise, give me your phone so I can pass on my number, then I'll give you my phone so you can do the same, ok?"  He tells me and takes his phone from the pocket of his brown coat that he is wearing.
First I give her my phone and she gives her number and she gives it back to me, when I look at the new contact, the first thing I see is the name 'Sam♡', I am surprised but I love this.  I look up from the phone and see him smiling at me and holding his phone for me to take.  I take it and give him my number, I gave him the name just as he gave me 'Andrea♡' on the phone and I give him the phone back.
"I'll give you a message, I promise," he says and puts his arms around my waist.
"Ok and I promise I'll send you a message" I promise and put my arms around his neck.
We look at each other and I see Sam lean down and kiss me passionately.  We break the kiss and I head towards the entrance but I suddenly stop.
"Sam, wait, I have to give you the scarf back!" I tell him and take it down.
"No Andrea, I want you to keep it, it suits you better, it suits your style. See you tomorrow, yes?"  He asks me and I nod and watch him leave.
I like him, he is the kind of man I like.  I enter the dormitory and head towards my room and my thoughts remain with Sam.  The person who stole my heart
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The retcon post got me thinking - what if Jordan was a Controller towards the endgame? It seems like something Jake might consider, given he’s in the unique position of living with the enemy as well.
• Aern 612 has seconds to react, when suddenly there is an andalite standing in the middle of Naomi Berenson's living room. There is an andalite, inside Jordan's house. Aern's frozen, sweat prickling all over Jordan's skin. It's here for her. It has to be.
«Do not be afraid,» the andalite says, «I am a friend of your sister, and we mean you no harm.»
Aern 612 lowers Jordan's hand away from the dracon beam in her pocket, suddenly unsure.
"Are you..." Sara squints at the alien. "A Pokémon?"
She has to mean someone dressed as a Pokémon, like for San Diego Comic Con — Sara's old enough to know that Anime aren't real — but the andalite nods solemnly. «I do not know this term,» it says, «so indeed, I might be a Pokémon.»
Aern makes a decision, then. Based on how humans treat children, based on that word we, based on the things she can get away with if she pulls Jordan's hair into pigtails and skips a little as she breaks into a building.
"Pokémon!" she shrieks, too high for Jordan's normal voice, and she rushes forward to give the andalite a hug.
Its hands touch her, and she forces the shudder to come out as a giggle.
• Rachel morphs. Rachel can morph. So can cousin Jake, and the blond kid that Rachel always loudly insists isn't her boyfriend, and an unknown number of additional humans. Aern is fucked. She is so fucking fucked. She and Reant 8132 inside Tom have hours to live, unless either of them can convince the Vissers of their usefulness.
"But I don't want to go camping," Aern says, high and plaintive, poking out Jordan's bottom lip. "I wanna go to my gymnastics meet on Tuesday!"
Sara shoots Jordan a look, frowning. Rachel doesn't even seem to notice, too busy arguing with Naomi.
Jake rests a reassuring hand on Jordan's shoulder, crouching slightly to look her in the eye. "It'll all be okay," he says. "I know it's scary, but we're going to be just fine."
Moron. Aern wants to spit in his face — she settles for a wet-eyed nod. She'll keep playing along, for now, until she figures out a way to get out alive.
Sixty-one hours, Jordan pipes up. At least three morphers watching you at all times. Tick-tock, slug. Tick-tock.
• It's Sara, two miles down the road, who says "But what about Daddy? Why isn't he coming with us?" Damn. Aern should've thought to ask that.
• Rachel directs them to drive, and then to hike, over thirty miles into the national forest. This is fine. Aern is fine. She'll figure something out, and she has over two days to do it. There are nearly a hundred uncontrolled hork-bajir in the valley when they get there, along with Visser One's empty host and three other morphers. It's fine. Aern will be fine. Yeah.
• Jake shows up later that night, alone.
Guess they found out about Reant 8132, Jordan says smugly. Maybe they're not so bad at detecting controllers.
«Or Reant's not nearly as good an actor as I am,» Aern tells her. «Or he couldn't get away with pretending Tom is cutsey and harmless.»
Then, just because she knows it'll bother Jordan, she goes skipping up to Jake. "Hi Jake!" she pipes up. "How come your family isn't here?"
Jordan flinches, out of sight of anyone but herself. Aern gets to watch Jake's face crumple, his eyes flooding with tears. It almost makes up for not spitting on him earlier.
• Aern doesn't sleep that night, no matter how hard she tries. Tick-tock, Jordan keeps saying, Tick-tock. Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock... Aern slaps herself in the face, which doesn't help.
• Tobias has an argument with Marco, the following morning. Aern is only able to catch half of it, since only Marco is bothering to speak out loud, but even that half is very interesting indeed.
• Aern pulls Jordan's hair into pigtails. She digs through the duffel Jake packed her without even asking — the entitlement of some people — until she finds a pink shirt and bedazzled jeans. A frilly dress would've been better, but this will do. She kicks off Jordan's shoes.
And then she goes marching over to the cabin Cassie's family is sharing. "Dr. Lee?" she calls, just in case either of Cassie's parents is inside. "Dr. Lee, are you there?"
There's no answer. Aern pushes back the blanket across the door, and ducks inside.
The bucket in the corner is empty. The unmade bedroll, empty. Michelle's suitcase, only clothes. Walter's, the same. An extensive first-aid kit yields only bandages and tape. Damn. Damn.
Tick-tock...
«Shut up!»
Cassie's bag, in the corner. Aern rips it open, not being as careful as she should. Overalls, jeans, more overalls—
Jordan's fingers brush against something hard and angular, wrapped in a flannel shirt. She fumbles it out. No bigger than a Rubik's cube, but boring blue all around.
«You were saying?» Aern asks, and Jordan doesn't reply.
• The first part was almost too easy. As for the second... Aern has a decision to make.
Jake might work. He's been distracted, staring into space and not making eye contact. But he might be too distracted, impossible to engage.
Rachel is out. She knows Jordan too well.
Cassie is sweet, and she trusts Jordan. But Aern has seen a lot of Cassie, enough to know about the canny intuition that lurks behind that welcoming smile.
Tobias won't work. The logistics are wrong.
Ax... No. Aern doesn't want to touch an andalite, ever again, and she doesn't trust herself to bluff her way through.
Cassie or Jake will serve as Plan B, then. And she has her Plan A.
• "Hey Marco, look what I found!"
He's up at the end of the valley, well away from his mom — Aern's not stupid — and away from the hork-bajir seer. He looks up from where he was... (whittling a stick? What is with these people?) and starts to smile. Until, that is, he sees what Jordan is holding.
"Kinda cool, right?" Aern tosses the morphing cube lightly from hand to hand. "You think maybe it's a hork-bajir toy?"
Marco stands, stick and knife dropping to the ground. "Where did you get that?"
"Found it on the ground," Aern says lightly.
"I need you to give that to me, Jordan. Right now."
She smiles up at him through Jordan's bangs. "Then why don't you come and get it?" This voice is very different from the one she used on Jake. It's deeper. Not that of the six-year-old Jake and Rachel remember, but that of a ninth grader with a crush on the cool older boy.
"Jordan." Marco takes a step toward her. "That doesn't belong to you, and it isn't a toy."
"I don't see your name on it, Mister." She takes a step back, grinning. Pretending not to notice the tension in his shoulders. "Finders keepers, right?" She bats her eyelashes. Not because it's actually seductive, but because it's so clumsy. An awkward kid trying to flirt, not a peer succeeding.
"It's a weapon." Marco keeps advancing on her. "A dangerous one. I'm not playing around, and I need you to hand it over."
Sighing, she holds it out. As soon as Marco raises his hand she yanks it back, laughing.
He loses his temper, exactly on cue. He lunges forward, grabbing Jordan's wrist in one hand and the morphing cube in the other. Not being careful about how he takes it, not thinking about why he might need to be careful. His hand closes over the top of it, even as Jordan's is gripped hard around the bottom.
A jolt travels through her entire body, hairs standing on end. Not clear if Marco felt anything either, if he noticed, but he's thoroughly distracted by wrestling the cube away from her.
Aern lets go. "YOU'RE A JERK!" she screams in Marco's face, so suddenly he stumbles back two paces. "I HATE YOU!" Before he can recover from the shock enough to wonder if he should've forced Jordan to set the cube on the ground, she's already turned and sprinted away.
Marco mutters something about girls and hormones and honestly. Jordan's shoulders are shaking, with suppressed laughter rather than sobs.
• Now all she has to do is find an excuse to touch a hork-bajir.
«Tick-tock,» she thinks at Jordan, giddy with triumph. «Tick-tock.»
• Returning to the yeerk pool is easy. She doesn't bother to file a report, just gets in line with the others. Reant is screaming in a back room, so loud and sustained that Tom's voice is down to a hoarse ghost of itself. What a moron.
• "Everything okay?" Naomi asks, when Aern slips back into their cabin in the wee hours of the morning for the fourth time since they came here.
"I can't sleep." Aern lets Jordan's voice wobble. "I can never sleep, ever since we came here."
"I know, baby," Naomi murmurs. "I know."
• Aern trails Toby, asking about defenses and troop numbers and What if...? But what if...? Aern pesters Jake for details of Animorph missions, hanging onto his elbow like a little kid. Aern swings Jordan's clasped hands back and forth as she asks Tobias what the valley looks like from overhead. Aren, to date, has not exchanged a single word with Eva, and she means to keep it that way.
• The Empire has the morphing cube now, she learns on her next trip back to feed. Reant 8132 of all people managed to get ahold of it. Maybe not such a moron after all.
• Aern is an identical copy of Tobias when she lands in the clearing just west of the valley, and she's back to looking like Jordan a moment later.
But Naomi is standing there, just beyond the treeline.
Aern freezes, half-crouched. She can't tell how much Jordan's mom saw, if she saw anything.
"Jordan," Naomi says. "What are you doing out this far? It isn't safe—"
"Mommy!" Aern runs at her, slamming into Naomi's stomach and wrapping Jordan's arms around her. "Mommy, I woke up here and I was so scared and I didn't know how to get back, and I've been out here for hours and hours and hours—"
"Oh, baby." Naomi smooths her hand over Jordan's shoulder. "You must be scared, you haven't called me 'Mommy' in years."
"I think..." Jordan's voice breaks around a sob. "I think I was sleepwalking?"
"Okay, baby," Naomi says. "It's okay."
• "Naomi." That's Visser One's body, standing to the entrance of the valley, watching their approach. "What have we told you about..." She frowns. "Jordan?"
Naomi lifts her chin. "Jordan wanted to turn back," she says. "I was trying to get us both away from this place, away from your madness. But Jordan insisted we turn around."
Aern pokes out Jordan's bottom lip, pressing close to Naomi's side. She glances at Eva, then quickly looks back down.
"This cannot keep happening," Eva says. Uppity bitch. Three months, and she's already forgotten her place. "Naomi, you're putting every life in this valley at risk. Including Rachel's. Including Sara's and Jordan's."
"It won't happen again," Naomi says. "I promise."
• The next time Aern goes to feed, she has just emerged from the pool and back into her host when a hand closes around Jordan's upper arm. She tries to yank away, but she's being pulled forcefully into an alcove by a larger, stronger human—
She stares up into Tom's face.
Busted, Jordan thinks.
"Funny, how one no-rank warrior can slip through the cracks," Reant 8132 whispers. "Everybody thinks the Animorphs killed you, Aern, and yet here you are. How'd you pull that one off?"
Aern yanks away again, and this time Reant lets her go. "No great mystery. I'm just the better actor."
"No." Tom's eyes narrow. "No, I'm pretty sure you're a traitor. You went over to their side, and they sent you back here to spy on us."
"That's not true!"
Reant smirks. "Then prove it."
Jordan's heart is pounding. Reant doesn't believe what he just said, that's clear, but— but—
"Then again, what's a little more treason between friends?" His smile grows. "After all, we're family, right?"
"The fuck do you want?" Aern doesn't have to fake the tremor in Jordan's voice this time.
"You morph," Reant says. "Or at least Jordan does — only way you could be making it back here every cycle. I'm organizing those of us who morph. We're splitting off from the Empire, doing our own thing. You in?"
Aern considers. She's not a hero, is the thing. She's not visser material. She's not even brave, which is why she still hasn't gotten around to blowing her cover and reporting back to Command.
She just wants what every yeerk wants: Eyes. Hands. Music and food. Security. Freedom.
"Yeah," Aern says. "Tell me the plan."
• Jake is planning something. That's obvious, from the increased pace of drills, from the meetings he has around the fire with Eva and Toby and his fellow Animorphs. He and the others are away more and more. Aern hasn't seen Rachel in weeks, outside of occasional passing glances between them. Sara's heartbroken about Rachel's apparent apathy, but it works in Aern's favor.
• "Here's the plan," Reant says, when Aern meets him that night. Which is how she finds out he's working with Jake.
• "Here's the plan," Jake says to the Animorphs' families, the following day. Which is how she finds out he's working against Reant.
• "We hold position," Eva says, walking down the line of human family members and assorted hork-bajir. "Loren and Ket are on vanguard if the attack comes. Peter and Michelle are overseeing the evacuation. I'll play loose between groups — I'm in charge here until Jake gets back. Listen to your squad leaders, but listen to each other as well. Is that clear?"
They break. They go to their watch posts, spread along the rim of the valley.
Aern cups her hand loosely around the cockroach, and a few minutes later she's up, up, and away.
• Aern huddles with the other morph-controllers on the Blade ship, awaiting Reant's signal. He must have told the others she was coming, because no one questions her presence when she joins the crowd of flies on the underside of the ship's console. If Reant can't get control of it in time, if Jake's contingency goes off too soon... Aern didn't even succeed in finding out what the contingency is; he's been so secret about it that she overhead even Tobias demanding more answers.
• A dracon cannon goes off, somewhere outside. The Blade ship rattles with the force. «May the kandrona shine on us all,» Carger 710 whispers. «Shine on us this day.»
The andalite fleet is approaching. So close, it's starting to ping Earth-orbiting satellites. Only Reant and those closest to him know this, but Aern can't unknow it.
And then the door of the Blade ship hisses open, and a human figure walks inside. "Thank you, Visser." Tom's voice is too loud in the enclosed space. Signaling to them. "I'll take good care of it."
• The door hisses shut, and there's a few minutes of general chaos as everyone demorphs and then most of them remorph to battle forms. There have to be over forty of them, Aern sees with a swell of relief, even though Reant said he couldn't be sure he'd get more than two dozen. They're a proper platoon, enough to hold their own.
"The Animorphs are dead," Reant says briskly. "We wait for the Navy to engage the Empire, and then we run for it. Head for Kelbrid space, where the andalites won't —"
The comm screen switches on, showing the bridge of the Pool ship.
Apparently, Reant spoke a little too soon about the Animorphs being dead.
Reant spins around. He and Jake start exchanging taunts, something about treason. Aern ignores it, busy staying out of sight. Busy counting to five, there on the screen. Busy looking around — and spotting the flea that swells into human shape underneath the control console.
"Animorph!" Aern screams. "Animorph on board!"
And just for a second, the Animorph in question freezes. She doesn't move to attack, doesn't immediately start killing, just for one crucial second.
Because Aern's got Jordan's face, doesn't she. She's speaking with Jordan's voice.
Rachel powers through it, of course, rolling forward and starting to morph again. But that second of hesitation cost her, as did the second of extra warning for everyone else on board.
Tom's right arm wraps around Rachel's throat, yanking her off her feet. His left hand comes up, and fires the dracon beam twice into her head.
The second shot is unnecessary. There's nothing but skull fragments left after the first.
• Aern is screaming, moaning. "Rachel, Rachel, RACHEL—" Her throat is raw, skin cold, but no, that's not her screaming. That isn't her voice coming out of her mouth. She's not the one pounding fists against Tom's chest, smearing Rachel's blood across them both.
"Get ahold of yourself!" Reant is shouting. "Get control of your fucking host, Aern!"
Half a dozen morphers — lionesses, cape buffalo, alligator — surged toward Rachel and Tom in the second between when she'd been exposed and when she'd been killed. All of them stopped dead when Reant fired. And yet none of them makes a move to intervene in this pathetic scene, Jordan shrieking overtop the shouts of disbelief and scream of pain from the comm screen.
Finally Efflit 1318 gets arms around Jordan's body and drags her off of Tom. Aern is still scrambling for control. She's never faced resistance like this before, nowhere close.
Efflit tosses Aern aside, barely noting when she skids across the floor and rolls to a stop in the corner. Jordan's burst of control is slipping away as she retreats back into her mind, screaming for her sister.
And then Aern is in charge again. Aern is okay. Aern doesn't care at all that Rachel is in pieces on the floor.
• Most of the controllers are demorphing. "Set course directly away from Sol," Reant is saying. He tosses the dracon beam onto the console. "Once we're far enough, then we head for Kelbrid territory. Someone dump that out of the airlock, and get a cleaner in here. We also need—" He stops. He's looking at one of the humans who just emerged from lioness morph, a frown pulling Tom's eyebrows together. "Who the fuck are you?" he asks.
"Hi." The human who was a lioness waves. "My name's James. Your host's aunt suggested I come on board."
"What..." Reant's frown deepens. "What are you talking ab..."
"Oh, and that's Kelly." James gestures at one of the ones who has yet to demorph. "And Tuan, and Pedro, and Liam and Erica. Collette should be around here somewh—"
Aern never does find out how that sentence ends. There's only a burst of pain, and then nothing at all.
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