#room stands up. He takes a deep breath and then we as the audience don't hear his voice but we can see everyone's reactions.

[lucrativesoul]

The Neighbor

summary: you just moved into a new condominium and have the pleasure of meeting your new, older neighbor, Leon. instantly, you are smitten, and he wants to know more about you. oh, and you work as an online cam model.

pairing: id!leon kennedy x fem!reader

word count: 7.3k

warnings: smut, fingering, masturbation, turning leon into an obedient little boy

a/n: take a shot every time i use a boring title... this plot came to me in a dream. of course, i immediately had to turn it into a leon story. sorry for being gone so long! life has been crazy for me. don't worry, i'm still here and trying to think up new ideas! help is always welcome. I'm still getting love on my other fics which is soo appreciated. i hope you all enjoy this one, and i will be back with another!

You were exhausted from the day, and you had to take a moment to splay yourself out on your floor, taking in your new environment. You worked to bring yourself here, so you will enjoy it however you please for the moment.

You found yourself in a new location, able to move out of your one bedroom apartment into a large condo, with the addition of a loft and second bedroom. Surely you knew it was more than you needed, but the satisfaction of knowing you could make this price back easily was too much to resist. 

Pushing yourself up onto your hands, legs still stretched outward on the carpet, you grazed your eyes over the large boxes you had spent all day moving into this room. You had friends helping you all day with furniture and other boxes, but these you knew you had to take care of by yourself, in case one of them accidentally opened. Yes, your closest friends knew what you did for work, but you would prefer to keep it to your small circle. 

Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself up onto your feet, immediately getting to unpacking and setting this room up. You were sitting on a small stockpile of content to post white you were in the process of setting up, which you did warn your audience about and were slowly posting your way through, but you were too eager to put this room to use. It made you want to turn on the camera at the mere thought.

Two hours later, the sun was now kissing the tips of the trees and the sky was golden. The windows all around were open, cooling you off, and before you could comfortably retire for the night, you had one last touch to your filming room.

You reached into the final box, intending to pull out the tripod, but seeing the box empty. 

“What the…” You mumbled to yourself, looking around the room. You knew it was the last box, and were sure you didn't already take it out. You signed, almost a groan. “Fuck.” At least this would be the real final trip to the car.

The air felt nice on your heated skin, and with every passing minute it got darker. You popped open your trunk, rifling through the miscellaneous bags that were littered back there, probably with shoes and clothes that you could take in later. The tripod was buried underneath them.

Closing the trunk, you were about to stalk back inside when a figure off to the left made you jump. A man was standing by the street, headed your way.

You almost ran for it. You had your anxieties related to doing what you do, but you kept very cautious, and knew no one except your friends knew where you were located. Plus, there were units all around. You had to assume this was a neighbor.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” You shook your head in an it’s alright response. A man with a medium build and a few inches on you walked over, and stopped a few feet from your car. At least he had the decency to keep distance. “I live right next to you. I was watching everyone bring boxes in earlier, please know I would have helped if I wasn’t home for only an hour in between my shifts. I’m Leon,” He held his hand out to you, you shook it, and responded with your own name.

“No, please don’t worry. We were totally good with help, there were almost too many people in there.” You giggled lightly, no longer feeling an intimidation off of him. “One day was all we needed. I’m sure I’ll be unpacking for months to come though.”

He chuckled. “That’s how I was when I was younger too, I moved a few times and put all my friends on an unpaid job to move and pack for me, saved me a ton of time, but that was the last time I trusted them to not lose any of my things.” In the last wisps of sunlight, you could see the golden light bouncing off his hair, long-ish, almost fell over one of his eyes, but cropped behind the ears. Stubble framed his strong chin. Good to know I have an attractive neighbor.

“I was keeping a very careful watch over them, trust me.” You shifted on your feet, recognizing the feeling creeping up inside of you. The urge to bare yourself for your audience, the innocent look in this man’s eyes, but your thoughts were forcing his face into itself. You almost felt guilty, you were sure Leon’s family would not appreciate these thoughts. “Glad I got to meet you, though, better sooner than later, so I can feel familiar with at least one person so far.” You looked towards his house, kitchen light on. “Hopefully I can meet your… um, wife?” An audible question on the last word, you could only assume he was old enough to be married.

He laughed stronger this time, but not at you. He shook his head. “It’s just me.” He said softly. His eyes grazed down to what you were holding this whole time. “You’re a photographer?”

You looked down, remembering what you had come out here for. “Oh, um… not really, I… make content. Like, youtube.” It was the safest option that you could throw out on the table, definitely not about to air out your business to this man you just met a minute ago. You were suddenly glad your filming room didn’t have any connecting walls to his space. 

“Hey, that’s cool, I can’t say I’m familiar with that profession, but I can imagine it's more fun than a 9-5.” Oh, it definitely is, you thought. “I don’t want to keep you out here, go get settled, I’m sure it was a long day.” He took a step backward, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. “If you ever need something, I’m here. Don’t be shy.” With a greeting, he disappeared into his house, and you soaked in the air to cool your skin before you knew you would be heating up again in due time.

–

Nothing but waves of bliss racked your body. It was exactly how you planned on ending this night.

You can’t really recall when you made this decision to switch from your original career path to this. A basic, calm life just wasn't what you were looking for. You liked the thrill, you liked doing what you shouldn’t be, and baring yourself online to hundreds of strangers was the furthest thing from your old path of being a teacher. Naturally, it attracted you, and it took over your life. You were always rational about it, no one on your page knew what you looked like, and you always found that ironic, how you felt so comfortable showing anonymous people you masturbating, but got nervous at the idea that they knew who you were. You didn’t care, though. It put you in this new home.

You closed down your stream with many thanks and gifts from your audience, and simply laid there for a moment, cooling down and catching your breath. Your phone showed it was 10:33 PM. You probably could have gone for much longer, but the day was finally catching up to you, and after a shower, you knew you would be sleeping instantly.

What you hadn’t expected, however, was the immediate dreams about your older neighbor, whom you had just met hours before.

You felt his large hands over your waist, on your neck, pulling you in to be closer to him. His body enveloped yours, the heat between you two spreading, his soft mouth gracing the skin of your neck, and you ached to be with him. The touch was so real, you were melting under him. You needed him to keep touching you, you felt him all over you. With every inch he moved his hands, you felt fuller by the second, ready to explode if he told you to. 

You rolled over, face hitting the pillow, the last of his touch fading off of your skin. You sighed deeply, annoyed that this dream put you in this mood first thing in the morning, not even a chance to wake up.

Pushing your dream aside, you still had a ton of work to do in your new home. Boxes were still laid about everywhere, and it felt like it would never come together at all. Now or never, and you dragged yourself out of bed.

–

The evening was already closing in, and you stood in your opened garage, breaking down the boxes that no longer needed to serve its purpose. You had gotten more done than you were expecting, and subconsciously, every time you stepped outside to dispose of more cardboard, your eyes darted sideways to your neighbor's house. You hadn’t seen his car when he walked over last night, probably parking in his own garage, so you had no idea if he was home right now. You didn’t risk staring, as you could only assume the dark windows meant he was working. It at least gave you a little peace of mind while you worked.

Your phone started ringing a few seconds later. Seeing your friend’s name, you sighed, grateful for a moment of relief. Typically, these moments turned into an hour or two, but you weren’t complaining, you had done enough organizing today.

As predicted, you spent the next thirty minutes leaning against your car and chatting with your friend, who, yes you had just seen yesterday, but still had more to say. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw headlights pull down the street to your unit, and swung in and disappeared next door. Your stomach involuntarily lurched, being nervous to see Leon again.

You weren’t sure why, the interaction you had yesterday was nothing extreme, was barely anything at all, and the dream lasted a minute at most. It couldn’t have been anything besides the dream, it felt all too real for you to just forget it happened. Now, you knew, you were cursed with this knowledge that you had a sex dream about this man. 

You watched as the garage door shut behind his car, let out a sigh, and changed the topic of conversation.

“Okay… something odd happened last night.” You spoke to your friend, keeping your voice low.

“Odd? Oh god, it’s not haunted, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s not haunted. I met my neighbor.”

You heard your friend gasp. “Oh, my god, and he's totally hot, right?” You could hear the fake voice she was putting on. “This is just like a lifetime movie. The hot neighbor, the little shy girl.”

“Shy girl? Where are you getting these ideas about me?” You smiled as you heard her laugh. “But, no, you’re like, right. He is hot. I don’t know how old he is, but definitely way older than me. I said I would look forward to meeting his wife, too, but he said it was just him. He was literally in my dream last night. I don't know what’s come over me.” You sighed, peeking to your left again.

“Woah, so, what I’m hearing is you’re making a movie with him.”

You scoffed. “Are you kidding me? I am not telling him. This is way past his time. He probably thinks it’s whore-ish.”

“Gotta prove him wrong, though.”

You pondered it, but knew it was no use trying to think it into reality. This was the one thing you knew you couldn’t tell anybody, they might say it doesn’t bother them, but it always did. Leon was nice enough to introduce himself the day you moved in, and waiting even any amount of time to tell him what you do would be a huge mistake. Better to let him keep thinking you did youtube-type content.

“Thanks for the idea. I’m definitely not taking your advice.”

–

You were standing in your kitchen, washing the few plates you used for your own dinner when the doorbell ringing out through the home made you jump. It was probably a friend, but you were confused at the lack of warning before showing up. At least you weren’t upstairs.

Opening the door, you were stunned in a momentary silence when none other than Leon was standing at your doorstep, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his mail. 

“Oh, hi Leon, I thought you were one of my friends.” You opened the door wider, but stayed planted, letting him stay outside.

“I guess I don’t have a great track record for not scaring you so far.” He smiled and tilted his head gently, and you responded with a smile. “I got some of your mail by accident. Couldn’t open your mailbox back up so, just thought I’d bring it by since I saw your light on.” You reached out and took an envelope from him, realizing it was from your cam company. Your stomach twisted for a moment, but you just hoped he didn’t recognize the name.

“Oh, thank you, I hope you won’t be making this trip too often for just that, then.” You lowered your hand, and suddenly remembered a problem you encountered earlier in the day. “Actually, Leon, since you are here, do you think you could help me quickly? I was trying to put things into my kitchen cabinets, and I accidentally pushed something too far back, and I can’t reach it now.” You bowed your head bashfully.

“Yeah, of course, lead the way.”

You stepped aside to let him in, and after shutting the door, walked through the hall into the kitchen. You pointed up to the cabinet above the refrigerator, instructing Leon on what you needed to be pulled forward. You stepped back, watching.

He acted like it was nothing, while you had struggled to even reach it in the first place. With one hand bracing himself on the counter top, he reached up. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the hem of his shirt, which lifted with his body movements, and you were in a trance immediately. His waistband was sitting just a hair below the band of his underwear, which sat delicately on his hips. You could see the curve of the muscle along his torso, clearly evident that he works out or has an active job, and from the side, the thin hairs of his happy trail were showing, disappearing into his pants. It lasted for all of a few seconds, but it burned in your brain. It was all you needed.

When you looked up, hoping to cut yourself off, Leon was already looking at you. You had no words, hoping he had something to say, knowing he for sure saw you staring.

“Easy fix. Try not to push it too far back all the time.” He turned around, giving you a lingering glance, a small grin on his face. You followed him back to the door. “Unless you just need more excuses to talk to me besides a mail mix up.” You nodded, standing at the threshold while he hopped down the stairs, turning his head and throwing a wink at you before disappearing. It took another ten seconds of collecting yourself before you could shut the door behind him.

–

It was not long at all before you saw Leon again, you couldn't resist needing to see him. There was no way he didn’t catch you staring when you invited him in, there was no chance he couldn’t tell the way you were looking at him. God, you barely knew the man but there was something about him that made your stomach stir. You were thinking about him while filming your content, the thought of him made you finish harder than you had ever made yourself finish before. You teased the thought of filming with him, even, and that had you weak. You knew he would never do it, whatever he did for work, it was probably much more legit to society than yours was.

You had invited him to come over tonight for drinks a few days ago. He was on his way out as you were on the way in, and decided to rip the bandaid off and invite him over to spend time with you. What brought this on? Nothing except the onslaught of thoughts of him, and a little convincing from your best friend, of course.

Taking a shot in the dark, you had on a small black dress. It was casual enough to be worn around company, but styled so it read obviously as, we’re drinking at my house and I need you to look at my body. You hoped the message would be received. 

The nerves were starting to boil up, and he wasn't even in your house yet. You unscrewed the nearest bottle of clear liquor and threw back a shot, needing to warm up your system and shut down your nervous response. It wasn’t going to be a big deal, he’s just the neighbor.

There was no time for the shot to kick in before knocking was heard through your quiet home. Swallowing the heartbeat rapidly rising in your throat, you stalked over to the door and swung it open.

Leon was casual, but looking the same as he did the night you met him. Nothing about it deterred you, it only drove your inner lust even further.

“Not too early, right?” Leon grinned as you slid aside for him to enter.

“Not at all. Maybe even late, I’m a few drinks ahead already.” He laughed as he followed you, and you were hyper aware of the way your body was moving throughout your house. You grabbed a glass and offered him what you have, and sat next to him at your island, facing him with a wine glass in hand.

“What do you do for work, by the way? All I remember is you mentioning your odd hours.” You took a sip as he started answering you.

“I work with the government, technically. I used to be a lot more active when I was younger, but now They have me just go in whenever they need me. Used to be a lot of physical work, but I’m not that good anymore.” He had a shy grin on his face and lowered his gaze into his glass.

“What? You’re kidding, You still look like you’d be perfectly fit for an active job. I don’t believe that.”

He looked up and made eye contact with you. “I’m glad you think so, someday I’ll have to prove it to you.” A lapse of silence, for once the alcohol didn’t give you a prompt to respond with. Leon was still looking into your eyes, and you felt a heat rising in your chest. He straightened up suddenly. “You know, I’m curious how similar this unit is to my own, I’ve never been in any of them. Tour?” He grinned, and you slid off your seat after a giggle.

You walked into the dining room. “Still empty, obviously, I probably won’t ever use this, I like eating in my kitchen more.” Leon kept his drink in hand as you two walked. You left the dining room and down the short hall into the living room. “Maybe one of my favorite rooms, I love looking up into the loft.” You both looked up to the high ceilings and the loft railing to the left.

“Let’s go up there.” He lowered his gaze from the loft to you. You felt your stomach twist momentarily, knowing exactly what was up there, but you couldn’t say no, that would make it all the more suspicious. You nodded after a second, leaving the living room and turning left to take the stairs. You could feel his eyes on you, your body felt hot, and you hoped to god that you shut the door when you were done last night.

At the landing, you sighed with relief, seeing the closed door. You needed to make sure it stayed shut.

“This is just… storage, really. Since my room is downstairs and I don’t have much stuff.” You walked further down the landing, gesturing to your left as you did so. “And the bathroom. Is this similar at all to yours?”

Leon approached you. “It actually is, just a little different. I guess I should have expected that.” He let out a low chuckle, and you mirrored him. You turned back to the railing, looking down into your living room.

“Once I think I’m really settled, I’m probably going to paint these tall walls. I really love the idea of a dark space, hopefully the office will sign off on a dark color, you know how they are sometimes.” After no immediate answer, you continued. “It’s crazy moving into this space, my old apartment was like… the size of my entryway, so I barely have anything to fill it here, but I have high hopes.” Lost in your daydreaming, the silence snapped you out of it. Leon was not standing next to you like you thought.

Turning your head to the right, you found him standing in the doorway of your filming room, which he had cracked open and flicked a light on inside.

“Leon!” You could only stand there as he remained still, looking into the room, hand on the doorknob. When he turned his head to look at you, he was grinning.

“Sorry to pry.” He stalked back over to you, not bothering to close the door. “I get curious sometimes.” You stared at him with wide eyes, no words coming to your head. “You make… youtube videos?” 

You could practically hear the light goading in his tone, the smile still on his face. You didn’t need to look into the room to know what he saw, and now he knows you were lying. 

You weren’t exactly the tidiest person, especially when it comes to this room. While you are on camera, you shed your clothes and lingerie and toss them off to the side, and usually don’t pick them up until the next day. You were no stranger to using toys during performances, and you were sure there were plenty of those lying about on the floor as well. You couldn’t see them, but you knew you used them last night, and don’t remember putting them away after cleaning them.

You struggled to think of something to say, the silence was stretching thin now, and you hated looking so… guilty. His grin was growing by the second. It was making your stomach churn.

“I… never actually said youtube.” You sputtered.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that almost made you weak. “No, I suppose you didn’t. So, what kind of videos then?” He tilted his head, obviously knowing the state he is putting you in right now.

You took a deep breath in, tying together all of your courage to maintain eye contact with him. Quickly, you assessed the situation. One: He liked what he was doing to you. He seemed entertained by the embarrassment he was bringing you right now, much to your annoyance that you would deal with later. Two: He caught you staring at his body the other night when you asked him for help. He didn't say anything at the time, but you locked eyes right after you were staring at his muscle ridges, and he had that same shit-eating grin on his face. Three: He was not deterred by the idea of you doing this for a job, in fact, it seemed like he enjoyed the idea, just as much as he enjoyed teasing you.

After these brief thoughts, you forced yourself to spit out words that you never would have otherwise.

“Would you let me show you?”

Leon’s head slowly straightened, and the grin melted from his features, but his eyes never left yours, and the fervor in them only grew stronger. His dark gaze pierced into you, and you felt it straight in your heat, and in that moment, you knew you had your answer to that question.

With the hand that was free from your drink, and eyes never leaving his, you took Leon’s into your own, the rough, warm skin heating your fingers and palm, and you walked past him into your filming room, and you heard him close the door behind you.

You turned around, wasting no time in ridding your hands of both of your drinks, and you stared at him again for a moment. You couldn't help the shaky inhale, overwhelmed with the absolute excitement of getting to do this right now. You took a step towards him, lifting your hand up and gently placing it on his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss.

He immediately responded to the touch, his lips pressing into yours. His hand snaked around your hips, pulling you in closer, and you could feel his torso on yours, the heat radiating, adding to your burn. You could feel his grip, and by the mere workings of his mouth alone, you could tell he wanted this just as much as you did. 

He backed you up a step, pushing you further into your room, feeling the plush carpet underneath your feet, knowing he was most likely going to try and attempt to lower you onto your bean bag behind you, but you had other plans. 

Right before Leon could lift your legs to set you down, you stood up straight, breaking away from his mouth with a thin saliva string. He looked caught off guard, mid-lean into a kiss, opening his eyes to watch your moves with confusion.

“Sit down.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear. He obeyed your request, sitting on the plush bean bag looking eager. You sunk onto your knees in front of him, watching as he leaned forward with anticipation. You gave in to one last urge– you leaned in and kissed him briefly– before leaning back, supporting yourself on your hands and your legs presented in front of you. You watched as his stare worked all the way down your body, over your chest, onto your legs, in between them. You were sure your lingerie was on display under your dress by this point, but this was the exact reason you put it on. 

“I want to show you my favorite kind of video to make.” You spoke without shame to him, wanting to see the reaction you can pull out of him. You could swear you saw him visibly swallow at your words, aching to see what you were going to show him. “You’re going to listen to me, okay?” He locked eyes with you, deep and sultry, and slowly nodded. “And you aren’t going to touch me until I tell you to.” He audibly sighed at this, both frustrated and turned on by the idea of only getting to watch. You felt slick gathering, stomach in a knot still, all too excited about the show you were about to put on.

“Tell me what kind of videos you think I make, now.” You never broke eye contact, but he wasn't ashamed to let his own eyes roam. You could tell they were glued onto the black panties plastered onto your wet pussy.

He sighed, and shuddered quickly. “You probably show yourself off to a whole audience.” He tilted his head, looking further into you. “Do you play with yourself on camera?” 

You leaned forward, shielding your core from his gaze, and he met your eyes. You pulled your legs under you, sitting up on your knees, slowly peeling your dress off your body from the bottom hem, bringing it over your head. Despite being momentarily blinded, you knew he was looking at every inch of exposed skin. The tiny matching bra didn’t leave much for imagination, your nipples clearly on display under the mesh fabric.

The dress was thrown behind you without grace, and you returned to your position in front of Leon. He was practically sliding off of the bean bag, wanting to touch you all over, but listening to your earlier command. 

“Did you think someone like me could do something like that?”

In between rapid heavy breathing, he replied, “I… I don’t know. I do now. Your body is incredible. You could.” 

“Would you watch me?” He nodded, spitting out a few ‘yes’s. “What would you want to see me do? I usually do what people ask me to do.” You slowly leaned in closer, bringing your face just under his, waiting to see if he would move. You backed up again, scooting backwards on the floor, and with a gesture of come closer with your finger, he followed, sitting on the floor now, still not touching you. 

“I would want you to take it all off. I want to see your body.” You giggled at his request.

“I could make that work… eventually.” He groaned at this, and you couldn't help but smile even more. “What else? Tell me.”

He sighed again, still locked in a stare with all your bare skin. “I want to see you play with yourself. I want to see you finger yourself… and play with your clit.”

You felt a sharp sensation travel straight to said clit at these words, and your thighs quivered with anticipation. You were sure you got your dominating point across– as dominating as you could stand to be in this situation. Leon was struggling, visibly, at that, and you were, too, but you were enjoying this too much to want to stop.

“Would you be touching yourself while I fingered myself?” Your legs fell open wider at the knees, feeling your folds peel apart. You needed contact there, but you could wait. 

Leon nodded. ”I would. I wouldn’t be able to help it.” Only at this moment did you decide to divert your gaze, leaving his sculpted face to look at his crotch, an obvious erection straining against his pants, and his face almost contorted in pain from the pressure of it. 

“Do you want to touch yourself now?” 

He groaned again, his head rolling to the side. “So bad… I want to touch you so bad.”

You took a moment to examine the state of this grown man in front of you. You didn’t even know his age, but he was at least more than ten years older than you. He was practically begging for you to do something, for you to let him do something, sitting on your floor, falling apart at the seams, probably going to cum in his pants if you exposed yourself to him right now. You almost wanted to see it happen.

You held out your left hand to him. “Give me a hand.”

He wasted no time in outstretching his right hand to you, and once you had it in your grasp, you leaned forward and closed your mouth around his middle and right finger. Even just the contact of your tongue on his hand was enough to have him writhing, wanting more but not asking for it. Your tongue circled each finger individually, both at the same time, biting lightly to tease him. He was leaning as far forward as his body would allow without crashing into your body, and you couldn’t remove your eyes from his face, pleasure written all over it.

You were in full performing mode now, but this was a whole new level, giving you the added adrenaline for the moment. You knew exactly how to seduce, and while that had never been a problem for you, you felt like a professional right now with the way Leon was falling for you.

With one last long lick to his fingers, you removed his hand from your mouth and held it out in front of you. “You get to touch me, I want you to finger me,” His eyebrows furrowed for a split second, relieved at hearing those words. “But you can only use this hand.” He came even closer, but didn’t touch you yet. You still held his hand in yours. “Okay?”

“Okay…” He whispered breathily, and without even blinking, he watched as you propped yourself up onto your knees and pulled your underwear off of your body, casting them aside, and resuming position.

Your heart thrummed erratically in your chest as you felt totally in control of what Leon could do to you right now, you felt like you might die. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your naked core, fucking you with his stare, and you felt that twist in your gut again, wanting to make it happen, but needing to show him who was in charge. 

He sighed, sounding like he was, too, having a hard time holding himself together, and he didn’t waste another second before you felt his hand make contact with your aching pussy.

It started with the pad of his thumb, you almost bucked your hips up in relief at the feeling of him pressing firmly into your clit, you allowed yourself to shakily exhale at the feeling of being touched, but you kept your half lidded eyes trained on Leon.

He tentatively rubbed circles into your sensitive bud, and you softly whined at the contact, not letting your guard down while he worked your sweet spot. He had his head still tilted, eyes flicking in between your core and your face, and every time he looked up, you held contact, and silently egged him on. After a few more circles, and eliciting more whines from you, he ran his spit-slick fingers over the length of your opening, you sighed, needing him inside of you. Without removing his thumb, he pressed the tips of his two fingers into you, pushing past the resistance, and both of you sighed in tandem when they were in all the way.

You rolled your head back slightly, enough to still be able to watch him, to make sure he wasn't going to disobey your orders. He was breathing heavily as he worked his fingers into you, making sure to deliver you the utmost pleasure, and also seeming to be pleasured from it himself. You could see the twitching of his cock through his jeans, and you were dying to get your hand on it, dying to get his own hands on it. You wanted, you suddenly decided, to get the both of you off at just the work of himself. 

Watching him now, you knew it would happen, he was about to release all over the inside of his pants if he kept this up, if any more lewd whimpers and moans spilled from your lips, he would be finished. He seemed like the type of man to do more than one round, and you could definitely put that to the test.

Leon crooked his fingers upward in you, causing you to lose monetary control of your body, and your hips bucked upward slightly. You were fighting against it, but you used it to your advantage, using it to see exactly how your pleasure would affect Leon. He groaned at the way you writhed for him, writhed because of him, and he shifted his legs, allowing his denim to be the source of his own friction. You almost felt sorry for him, if only you didn’t enjoy seeing him so submissive for you.

Wanting to get the words out, they caught in your throat as he continued twisting his fingers and hitting every spot inside of you that had your legs trembling, and you could feel that you were close. His thumb was still pouring over your clit, making it harder to stay held together. 

“Leon…” You moaned out. He looked up at you sinfully, understanding the way he was affecting you, but not halting his movements to hear you speak. You didn’t command him to stop, so he kept going. “You make me feel so good…” You whimpered again, letting him work you loose. “Listen to me, keep going,” He followed those orders, still watching you. “I want you to take your cock out. I want you to take it out and leave it out, don’t touch it until I tell you to.”

He groaned at this order, most likely relieved that he could finally touch himself. As much as you would want to be the one doing it, you’ll save it for round two. 

“Can I stop to take it out?” His voice was nearly cracking, his emotions overflowing all at once, threatening to burst.

You cocked a tiny smile. “No. Keep your fingers moving.” 

He visibly gulped, and his movements started stuttering as he attempted to do the two tasks at once. 

You were now focusing less on his initial task just to watch him struggle with the new one. He sat at an odd angle, using his free hand to undo the button and pull his zipper down, trying to move himself just enough to pull his waistband down, but not enough to separate from your throbbing heat, which he stayed glued to like he was being sucked in. 

Finally, it was low enough for you to see the bulge and wet spot from the precum on his boxers, and you were drooling with anticipation as he pulled the elastic down, freeing his girth from its restraints. Now, you were the one in a trance as his hard cock sprang free, hard as ever, straight at attention pushed against his abdomen as he did his best to not touch it as he took it out.

You sighed loudly, and when he was done, he looked back up at you. “Is that good?”

You nodded slowly, feeling his fingers come back to life inside your pussy, which was now aching for more of a stretch. “So good. So good…” You moaned out the last words, and you noticed Leon had to clench his other fist to stop himself from doing anything you didn't ask of him.

“Go ahead,” You whispered, but you knew he absolutely heard. “Slowly touch yourself. Follow my directions…” He immediately wrapped his other hand around the base of his dick, choppy moaning spilling from his lips as he did so. 

You watched as he hesitantly tugged at himself, not helping any of the sounds he was making, but it was only helping you to climax. Half of the time he resorted to keeping his eyes closed as he did both at once, undeniably being overcome by waves of pleasure. You watched as strings of thin precum followed on his fingers every time he stroked himself, the pink head of his dick looking so neglected, so soft, you wanted to put your tongue on it and lap up all of the sticky, stringy precum to clean it up for him. 

You could practically feel the texture of his dick in your mouth as you watched him, knowing it was becoming harder to hold yourself back.

“Stroke it at the same pace as your fingers.” You mumbled, clear enough to be heard. “I want you to bring me close, but I need you to tell me when you are close, too.” 

Leon was practically panting as he continued to finger you and pump his own dick, with every up and down stroke of his cock, his fingers went in and out, the sound of squelching becoming even louder with every movement, everything he did made you more wet by the second. 

Your forearms were burning from holding yourself up for this long, and your thighs quivered occasionally, and right as he hit the sweet spot inside of you again, you couldn’t help the squeak it produced from you, and you had to lower yourself to your elbows. Despite this, Leon was still obeying you.

You took a hard inhale before speaking, needing to collect yourself more than expected. “You’re so good at listening to me, you know that?” You half moaned out, feeling yourself get closer to the edge. You saw him nod meekly. “You’re doing so good, so good for me.” He kept groaning every time his hand hit the head of his dick, the sensation probably becoming overwhelming, the need to cum bubbling up inside of him, and of you.

Another beat went by before you spoke again. “Why don’t you pick up the pace a little bit? I’ll let you go faster.”

“On who?” He answered almost immediately, as if his brain was hardwired to only be obedient to you, and nothing else. That notion alone brought that flame closer to exploding in you.

“Yourself, bring yourself closer. I’m almost there. You feel so good.” Your breathing was matching his now as the both of you were panting loudly, and you fought the urge to close your legs as the sensations were sending a series of twitches down your thighs and calves. 

Leon wasn’t shy with his reactions any longer as he continued to moan loudly every time he pumped his dick, you could see how red it was from both the rough friction of his hand and the neglect from having been bound up in his pants. It hadn’t even been that long, but you knew he was close. You could tell.

His thumb pressed hard into your clit and you shrieked again, unintentionally closing your legs as the heat rocked through you, you clenched down on his fingers and your hands gripped the carpet as much as they could, you were much closer now, and you were drinking up the feeling of him untying all the knots within you. 

“Oh, Leon… I’m gonna cum…” You let your head fall completely back now, reveling in the feeling of him working on you, your stomach tightening every time he puts more pressure onto your clit.

With another sharp inhale, and a few strokes of his fingers, you felt yourself collapsing at the hands of him, your body shuddered and you felt the walls of your aching pussy tighten, spasm, and a flood of relief and relaxation poured over you.

Mere seconds after, you looked over to see Leon fisting his own dick, fingers still inside of you, overstimulating you, shooting ropes of cum onto his hand and shirt. He gasped with every spurt, his hand never leaving the base of his dick, his white cum dripping over his knuckles, his dick twitching gently after he was finally drained.

He slid his fingers out of you, eliciting another soft moan from you, and held eye contact while he gingerly licked your juices off of his hand. You swore that sole action made you ready all over again. 

Leon pulled his hand off of his dick, the cum making a sticky sound as he did so. You slowly sat up, legs feeling more like jelly than you were ever used to, grabbed his hand, and licked a stripe up one of his fingers, thick slime coating your tongue and the roof of your mouth.

“I’m afraid I might get addicted to this.” He whispered, coming closer to you.

“And if I wanted you to?” Staring deep into his eyes, his pupils blown out, you could see in him that he, much like yourself, wasn’t done either.

“Your audience might not like that.” His voice was low and gravelly, a sound you wanted to get used to hearing. 

You chuckled breathily. “Not if we let them in on it…” Your fingers slowly traced circles onto the back of Leon’s hand, letting the implication of your words hang in the air.

You saw a quirk of a smile in the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flitted behind you where you knew you had your camera set up. He met yours once more. “They might not be interested in round two.”

A full smile spread across your lips, and you gripped the front of his shirt to pull him in for a deep, hot kiss, which he instantly returned. Sure, maybe not tonight, would your audience see you fully fledged out for this man, one round in already, but you were sure they would be watching next time from the beginning.

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[c0ld0utside]

Hello there,I am a new follower and I'm just wondering if your comfortable to write a Yandere platonic royal family and a male y/n, only if you're comfortable i don't wanna pressure you

Imagine - Yandere Royal Family 

Hi! Yeah, that’s totally fine! 

Yandere Royal Family with a Male kid

Warnings: Overprotectiveness, coddling behavior, manipulation, familial hatred

You are the youngest son of the royal family, consisting of your Mother, Father, Older Sister, and Brother. You’re the baby, the one who can do no wrong, Mama's boy, the one who has to be protected at all costs. Your Older Brother doesn’t need to worry about fighting over the throne with you, and he’d never dream of it! You’re too pathetic and sweet! 

…Right?

Yandere Princess Sister who’s the first to notice your sudden…”everything” change over the years. You’re quieter, you don’t play as much and you’ve started to distance yourself. You’re rude to her. Rude. You hate playing dress up and being cooed at by her and her friends during teatime. You’re usually the first to finish dinner and you quickly excuse yourself and hide in your room. 

Yandere Prince Brother who’s the second to notice. He doesn’t interact with you much since he’s busy learning how to be king for when he eventually takes your father’s place, but he has made time to hang out with you when he can. No- you cannot spar with him. Mom and Dad don’t want you to hurt yourself anyway. Why don’t we read a story instead? No? You used to love it when he read you stories- where is this coming from? 

He feels worried when you storm out of the room. 

Yandere Empress Mother who’s the third to notice. You don’t join her for tea or walks in the garden. You don’t sit with her in her office, talking to her about what you did today. Sure, it was usually repetitive, the same old “I read a new book and saw a pretty bird from the window,” but she didn’t mind. You don’t tell her your wishes or troubles anymore. 

You want to learn how to sword fight? No, absolutely not, you don’t need to learn how to fight at all. You’re safe here, anyway. No, you can’t go out into town without your guards. I don’t care if your Sister only has one, she’s much older than you. What do you want to go into town for? I’ll place an order for you. You want to go outside without me, your Older Sister, or Your Older Brother? I’ll have your guards go with you, then. 

Yandere Empress Mother who simply wants the best for you and wants you to be safe. If you won’t come to her, she’ll come to you. She’s surprised when your answers are short. “Why haven’t you been spending time with me anymore?” “Is it true that you’re being rude to your siblings?” “Sword fighting? Again? No, you can’t. Your father and I don’t want you to get hurt. …Did you just tell me to get out?”

After you slam the door shut, she stands there in a stunned silence. Did that really just happen? She has to process for a long time.

She takes a deep breath before heading off to speak with your father.

With your Sister and Brother.

Yandere Emperor Father who does a double take at what he’s been told. Was this really you they were talking about? He immediately demands an audience with you. Unfortunately, he’s not gentle like your mother and siblings. He immediately asks you if what the rest of your family said is true, and like the good child you are, you admit to it. He can’t help but feel a little happy and proud about that- you coming clean. It goes away when it’s clear that you aren’t sorry. 

“Why have you been acting this way? Don’t give me that, you’re still a child. Stop talking back to me. Don’t argue with me. When did you become so disrespectful? No, you’re not a prisoner, that’s ridiculous! We all love you and care about you very much. You don’t understand how devastated we’d feel if you got hurt. We just want what’s best for you, you’re too young to understand. Didn’t I tell you to stop talking back to me?” 

Yandere Emperor Father who confines you to your room for a month. It’s a hard decision for him to make- he hates having to punish any of his children. Meals are brought to you and you’re allowed to leave to use the bathroom, but the servants aren’t allowed to speak with you. 

Only your family can. 

It’s mostly your siblings and your mother, who you turn away each time. Rarely does your father stop by, lecturing you and trying to get you to see reason. When you don’t, he sighs and adds another month to your punishment time. Unbeknownst to all of them, you have a plan. 

Yandere Royal Family who nearly died on the spot when you’re not in your room. Your older brother is the one to discover you’re missing. It went like this: He “found” your favorite childhood storybook in his room. He had read you the stories so many times he had them all memorized. He felt a bit guilty for hiding it all those years ago, seeing that sad expression on your little face. But he made it up to you by telling you a story before bed. You didn’t need the book anymore, after all. You need him. 

He thought it’d make you feel better. Imagine his horror when he sees the makeshift rope of the blanket and bedsheets in the open window. Imagine everyone else’s surprise when they hear him shouting frantically. When they see him running through the hallways screaming about how you’re gone.

Several search parties are sent out, your family counting the seconds and trying to stay calm. Their panic worsens when you’re missing for days. Where did you go?! Why did you run away?! Did you run away? Did someone take you? That can’t be possible, you don’t know anyone except your family. Because they’re all you need. 

When you’re found, you’re dragged back kicking and screaming. At first your family is worried, thinking you’re shouting because you’re injured. But no, it’s because you don’t want to be locked up again. Especially with them. They don’t notice some of the pitying looks you get, especially from a certain guard.

The guard who they didn’t know let you escape. 

They’re too relieved to be angry at you for long, and your punishment terms have changed.

You have to stay right by their side for the day. Yes, and night, too. Isn’t that fun, though? You can watch your brother swordfight, dress up with your sister (you look amazing, by the way), talk to your mother and father while they work, and have sleepovers…

You spent the day with your brother today. With a loving smile and a kiss to your temple, he wishes you goodnight and closes your eyes. 

Not noticing that you stayed up a bit longer, eyeing his sword on the rack.

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Wuh-woh, looks like Reader’s getting other ideas on how to get out. This was interesting to write! Thank you all for the love so far! I’ll try to update once a day, I don’t really have a schedule for my posts.

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[thesamoanqueen]

Nothing left

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: smut, jealousy, errors.

A/N: As we said here, leave your hands at home.

She loved their room. Maybe she would take a picture to put on her phone, frame and look at in moments of despair, because she didn't want to get out of there.

With a deep breath, she took off her heels abandoning them under a chair, while already she slipped off her earrings and the whole package. Behind her, it took Roman longer just to close the door, but Y/N had already taken over the bathroom to fix her hair and change. It had been one of the busiest mornings of her life and it was absurd considering that for years she had followed the pace of two rosters during the PLEs and the weekly routine. She hadn't had to run around endless hallways that day, the headphones hadn't stuck to her ears, there hadn't been any change of plans, no one to call in hurry, staff and technicians had been helpful, even offering Y/N her favorite frozen mango lemonade smoothie. They were so nice, but she liked the hotel room better. She needed a break.

- Have you changed your mind? Is it not a good opportunity? - she heard Roman ask from the room, finishing unbuttoning her dress to replace it with something more cozy.

They were not talking about a four am program, he watched it too when at home.

- It's a great opportunity Ro, for the company and above all for you - she obviously noticed, receiving a strange look, when she came out of the bathroom - it will give you visibility, it will increase your stats, it will help establish you on a wider audience and that’s the long-term goal for the future, even if you will boycott it with your list.

Standing next to the table, Roman cracked a smile taking the blow as she lay back on the bed, laptop already open on her legs, in what in a few minutes had become her personal sprint to shut the rest of the world out for at least a couple of hours.

- Is that why you are not happy to go to the studio? For my list?

Oh no, she was happy about that. Everyone out there seemed unable to get him to talk about anything other than his titles. At least they had found a compromise to please the company while still supporting him as more than the face of WWE.

- You can make all the lists and smiles you want, to whoever you want, don't worry. Do your things - she reassured him, opening the report to be sent to the executives for the following day's appointment.

Biting the corner of her lip, fingers racing across the keyboard, she finished in record time with a couple of randomly thrown standard phrases too, but she couldn't concentrate quite as well on emails, Roman staring thoughtfully at her without moving from one inch.

- What's up? - she asked, however, avoiding taking her eyes off the screen.

- You're not jealous – he threw out of blue and Y/N took a break to look at him this time.

Of course she wasn't. She wasn't that kind of woman. She didn't make a scene, she didn't get angry, she had learned to distinguish who deserved her attention and her precious time, she had survived a year of nothing with her head high and had been repaid with a perfect relationship, she knew what value she had for him and what value she had herself. She didn't low down to those levels, they even joked, she had compiled a list of the most obscene and hilarious comments about him found on the web.

- What should I be jealous of? - she asked.

Because she was really curious to know what made him suspect that her desire to go back to the hotel, get the boring work done quickly to have some time to relax and maybe be ready for a night out in a city that offered a million opportunities to celebrate those small successes, without having to worry about shots, uncomfortable or trivial questions, suits and skintight dresses, people who treated her as if they had been homies and greeted him with hugs that not even their coworkers dared, was for jealousy.

His phone, lying on the table next to the welcome note, rang when Roman had just shook his head and Y/N knew that it would be the end if her eyes hadn't locked there for a second too long. And she also knew that he had noticed it, but they would have not talk about that nonsense. Because it was stupid, meaningless and she wasn't jealous.

She went back to work on her laptop, ignoring him as he reached out to pick it up and Y/N opened the email, ending up ignoring even the latest updated communications from the program for the following day and scrolling through it. Roman glanced at her again, quickly, but Y/N forced herself to stay focused until he left the phone to go to the bathroom too. She took a deep breath as soon as she was sure he was out of range and she mentally forced herself to regain control.

It had only been a moment, perhaps because of this new set-up, all those changes, she really had nothing to stop and think about. Even if that hug had been a bit too much and… no, she had to stop thinking about it!

When Roman came out with his inseparable tracksuit to lie down next to her, Y/N was still with her laptop, gaze focused on some shots sent as pre-show tests.

- I would never do it, you know – he reminded her after a few seconds of silence, making her stomach do a flip.

Yes, she knew it… she trusted Roman more than anyone and she never doubted him for a second. She hadn't even doubted that morning actually, she was just… annoyed, but not for him. The truth was that Y/N had only wanted to go back to the hotel because it was simpler and because she didn't feel right fighting with a woman like her, although perhaps she could have since it were her hands that had been on him longer than necessary. But practically nothing had happened and Roman had went back to Paul's side as soon as possible.

- I know, I'm not the jealous one here – she reminded to both him and herself, while he was playing with his watch.

She had also had a moment, yes, but him… oh, he was a league on his own! Y/N had stopped counting before they even decided to put a name to their relationship, the times it happened. It was pathological.

- I value what belongs to me. I don't take you for granted - he returted seriously, no doubt in his voice and Y/N found herself staring at the screen, her stomach freezing this time.

Roman was a man, not a boy. He knew how to take care, respect and support her, he treated her as the only thing that really mattered and what would have been a flaw on anyone else, on him looked terribly sexy. And she always fell for it, without exception. Especially after spending the morning, trying to fight off the mood at having seen too many hands on her man.

- You're unbearable when you do that – she snorted, closing the laptop to leave it on the bedside table and climb on Roman without hesitation.

With a smug grin, Roman helped her into position, eyes searching for her, as she reserved the same fate as her laptop for his watch, fighting then with the zipper of his hoodie.

- Don't you want to know what time is our reservation? – he chuckled hoarsely, hinting at the message received minutes before and helping her anyway when she quickly stripped him of his shirt as well, her hands sliding down his chest to stop on his shoulders.

- I already know, I chose it - she murmured against his mouth, biting his grin.

Jealousy was for those who lacked confidence, not for them. She wasn't jealous. In that relationship, born out of nowhere and raised between dates at unthinkable times, meetings in lockerooms and buses, calls and messages from everywhere, mental and physical breakdowns, nights spent sleeping and mornings of sex followed by doubts, she shared more than the path with Roman. She had discovered that she was as possessive as he was, because she valued, them. What they were building together was everything to her and she wasn't willing to lose it or let someone ruin it.

She felt Roman hold her, hands sliding up her hips, keeping her pressed against him, as they deepened their sloppy kiss and Y/N ran her fingers over his chest. The rapid beat of his heart slammed under her fingertips, warmth surrounding and encouraging her to move, grinding against his pants which she had merely undone. He was solid beneath her, ready to let her control even though his tongue had already won their fight. Knowing that he belonged to her, to have power over him, to be the only one to have his attention and to be able to have him like no one else out there thought was an injection of confidence that excited and pushed her to reclaim what belonged to her and her only.

His big hands had worked their way through her soft clothes, stroking her hips, touching her skin, ass, eyes glued to hers as she slowly traced every inch of his torso after pulling away from the kiss. With the taste of him still in her mouth, she reached down to kiss one pec and then the other, working her way up to his neck, his beard pinching her cheeks as she licked the jugular then bit his ear, feeling him pull her up to place her on his boner now awake. She rocked on top of him, feeling him hard against her center, his hands moving up under her shirt lifting her breasts and hers going down instead, moving his pants down. Slowly biting the skin of his neck, Y/N took it in her hand, squeezing his meat just enough to feel Roman stiffen, his breath catching in his throat, her tongue stopping under his ear, merely tasting his skin, sensing the blood pressure without marking him.

- I don't need to do it… - she whispered, nail scratching his already wet tip -...not this time either... -she added, rubbing up and down until she drew a hot breath from him - ... right? - she asked, placing an innocent kiss on his full lips before leaning down and taking something else into her mouth.

A low, rough growl filled the room as she ran her tongue over his vein, feeling the flesh throb, the taste of it overpowering as she slid it against her palate until it touched her throat, in that one smooth motion she'd been busy to learn. She liked the feel of it pulsing against her tongue, his hand gripping her hair and indulging in the slow movement of her head, before curling into a needy caress as he struggled to fight the instinctive thrusts. Y/N loved seeing him close his eyes, his breathing getting heavy every time her lips licked the tip, sucking out all the air in his lungs to make him pulse.

-Ain't going anywhere babygirl – Roman panted, licking his lips, biting the lower one when she slid her fingers over the sensitive skin to scratch and free him – do what you want-

She let it slam against his bare stomach, a trail of spit and precum dripping onto his skin, those dark curls driving her crazy. Getting up on her knees, Y/N locked her eyes on him and threw away the extra clothes, remaining only with the shirt that soon ended up covering him too, when she slipped it into her soft hot folds. Her body greeted him with an almost sigh of relief which he returned low and dangerous, their bodies warming and melting like every time they did it.

She had fucked every kind of man in her life. But with Roman it wasn't even sex, with him it had always been more than that. Everything in him seemed made to slip inside her and mix, it was a loss of consciousness, something shared back, something unique that made her feel at peace, in her place. Her place was with him and his with her.

Nails digging into his torso, she slowly, unhurriedly rocked her hips, his now-rigid erection spreading her deeply, never letting go as her butt lifted.

- Mmh… keep it slow, like that… yes, thats it – he approved hoarsely and Y/N reversed the movement, guiding him inside her in that weak gasp which was setting both of them on fire.

Her caramel skin itched, thighs taut and soon her shirt became a torture, one Roman took care to make worse by sliding his hands down her side, catching a dark nipple between his fingers to turn it over and make her moan with a cry. Y/N ducked a little, her center filled with his flesh, as she flattened against him resting where someone else's hands had been that morning. Her mind clouded by the arousal brought back the memory, clear and her hips instinctively moved, without increasing the pace, only deepening the thrusts until Roman slammed against her sweet spongy spot.

They could make jokes, imagine, try even, but no one would have what she had. No one would feel him tightening his grip on her hips, throb from the grips of her body, know what it was like to burn, as the sweat trickled down her back, between her shoulder blades and up to the curve of her round ass from his thrusts or the kisses he left on her skin. No one would see the bleary, hungry gaze he gave her as her eyes lowered to seek him, the heat building more and more at the bottom of her belly.

- You're so good for me… so good inside me… ahn!

- Take it… le-mme hear those pretty sounds yes

His hand slid under her shirt again, this time without searching for her breast, his thumb digging into her wet folds, where their bodies joined to rotate slowly around the button of nerves she had rubbed against him until that moment. The contact sent a sharp shiver on her body, and Y/N dropped her head back, moans becoming almost cries as her back arched, giving Roman more room. Everything in her was burning, relentlessly, slowly, consuming her down to her toes, making her melt on him in a mess of moods and sweat. With an effort from his abs, Roman sat up, a big strong arm sliding behind her, pulling her close to him, his finger moving slowly and forcefully between her folds. The desire to kiss him made her almost cling to his neck, getting up again a little on her knees, helping him in that last run that had filled the whole room with their smell and the sound of their bodies clashing. One thrust, another, like a carousel she never wanted to get off, until the heat became too much and Y/N felt it explode suddenly, making her squeeze around Roman's stiff shaft, letting his name rush desperately from her lips to be swallowed up by the kisses he never spared.

There was nothing left in her mind, except that feeling of peace and satisfaction that only being with him could give her, that drained and recharged her as soon as his arms tightened around her, when her body welcomed his limitless lunges and his seed, which filled her like a mark that no one else had granted and that no one else but her deserved.

She rested her cheek in his hair, his face buried in the crook of her neck in an embrace that was everything to her. New York and its frantic pace couldn't take that away from her. Nobody could do it.

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[dominantslasherking]

Slashers With Dominant Male S/o On Valentines Day

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: Takes place at a slashers asylum...but its valentines day

WARNINGS: WHOLESOME

You boredly sat at the table, your eyes closely slanted onto the plain white table, where multiple valentines cards were laid out right in front of you.

"Quiet! He noticed them!" Billy muttered to Stu, the ghost face killers intently watching with wide smiles on their faces. The other tables who were at the tables with the two scream killers had their attention to the table you sat at.

Norman bates was the first to speak up, "Do...you think he will like them?" Norman hummed out, his voice gentle but held no sense of shyness. "Of course he fucking likes them." Chucky aka Charles lee ray spoke up, ruffling his hand through his hair, he wasn't in his doll form currently, he took a drag of his cigarette which he had took from one of the nurses he murdered.

Bo Sinclair turned to his brother in annoyance, before speaking out to the rest of the killers, "Here comes the silent fuckers...----no offence." He mumbled the last part to Vincent who just stayed silent under his wax mask.

Both Jason Voorhes, and Michael Myers had finally arrived at the dinnng room , following after behind them was Thomas hewitt, with his sluggish and sleepy like movement.

All three of them had sat near [Name] With their eyes glued to the valentines cards directed to you, obviously they had already placed theirs there, so they could only wait.

"Thanks everyone." Your husky voice spoke up which was pleasing to everyone's ears, as they melted just by your words. The more demonic slashers had finally arrived, chains both on their neck and wrists were glowing a light blue color, it had restricted their powers.

Pinhead headed over to the table, curious about the silly cards which were in shapes of hearts, and gifted to you, he was pleasured with the panging jealousy inside his chest, which caused him a different sensation of pain: It greatly pleased him.

Freddy Kruger was muttered curses, while staring at pinheads--well pins. Freddy had resisted the urge to grab on of the pins and stick it into a guards eye...he has done that before, but he only ended up getting tackled and months in solitary for killing a guard. "Heyy~ Babee~ Did you read mine yet!" Freddy teasingly asked as his burnt features twisted up into a rigid smile.

"HEY- Freddy, why don't you take your burnt sausage dick and shove it up your ass!" Chucky cackled, while throwing a heart shaped chocolate at Freddy's head. "Say that again! Killer Carrot top! Once I get out of these shitty chains, guess whos dream I'm coming to??---YOURS BITCH!" Freddy insulted right back, but before he could say much more Hannibal had stopped their argument.

"Why don't you two, sit down, and let us enjoy our meals, I'm sure [Name] does not appreciate your tussle as he is trying to read the cards." Hannibal stated, while he stared down at his tasteless food.

Slowly you inhaled a deep breath, "What time...will we go?" You slowly asked, the asylum was getting boring fast, and you were ready to leave.

Pennywise had giggled on your words leaning down on the table, his eyes flashing gold as he suddenly slipped off his shackles once you had spoken. "Penny is always ready." The clown teased, ready to help the other slashers who had chains on.

Lifting up from your seat, you stared at the slashers at the other table, who were also standing.

It sounded like a swell plan...

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[hyuuukais]

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ swearing, descriptions of panic and being overstimulated, mention of being sick

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN ☆ NOT YOUR BUSINESS

People stare as you re-enter the room, making a beeline toward the stage. You glance over to your table and see Ryujin giving you two thumbs up, Chaeryeong giving you a small wave, and the boys cheering you on.

Never in your life have you had to give a speech in front of so many people, especially spontaneously. Your palms were sweaty, and your chest felt tight, but you told yourself everything would be fine. Once you got up there, maybe you'd find a pace and start rambling, forgetting about the crowd completely.

Unfortunately you knew yourself. That wasn't going to happen.

The short staircase squeaks as you walk up, the audience erupting into claps. Someone hands you a mic from backstage quickly, whispering a small good luck.

"H-Hi," You manage, trying to take deep breaths. "My name is Y/N-"

Already people are clapping again. The loud noise is overwhelming, but you try to stay grounded by finding your table. It takes a second, but your eyes finally set on Jaemin. Your chest feels a little less tight when he flashes you a smile.

"Some of you may know me as Y/N's Strawberry Fields on twitch, or from my twitter," You begin to find yourself relaxing, focusing on facts to get you through. "I started my channel a few weeks ago, and not to sound cliché, but it's been a wild ride. I have my best friend Han Jisung to thank for that."

You laugh nervously, and the crowd laughs with you.

"I wanted to pursue this for so long, but always had something in the way, whether it was school or my own doubts," You look down at your feet, hand rubbing your collarbone, a nervous habit you picked up a long time ago. "The sudden attention was a lot. Not all of it was good... but I had good people by my side."

You looks up again, eyes finding one of the cameras livestreaming the event.

"I want to thank someone else you may know. He's been so supportive of me, without even really knowing me all that well. I've looked up to him for so long," A smile spreads on your face. "His username is accurate. Felix, if you're watching this, thank you."

At the name drop, the crowd goes wild. Your chest tightens again, anxiety creeping up on you.

Deep breaths, Y/N, deep breaths.

You give a small bow, signaling the end of your speech. You're about to walk off when someone calls out from the crowd.

"Are you sure you're not using Han Jisung and Lee Felix? Or your other so called friends, Yang Jeongin, Sim Jake, or Kim Seungmin?"

Your head whips around toward the sound, but you can't find the owner of the voice.

"No!" You say a bit too loud, causing feedback. The audience groans and you sink into yourself a bit. "S-Sorry.. but no. I thought we moved past this topic."

"No one believes you."

"They don't need to," You try to stand your ground, standing taller despite the tears welling in your eyes. "I've been friends with these people for years, before any of this."

"Right.. but once you heard Han was friends with Felix, you jumped onto that opportunity pretty quick, huh?"

"That's not what happened..." Voice weak, eyes still searching the crowd, unable to find this person.

"Oh and another question-" A chair shifts, and your eyes lock into their table. "You seem really close with.. ah, what's his name? The one not on social media?"

"Kai?"

"Yes, him! You two seem awfully close... but you never post about him-"

"It's called respecting someone's privacy, which you've clearly never heard of," You snap, done with these questions.

You felt hot, the lights suddenly too bright and the air too dry. You could feel every piece of fabric touching your body.

"Why do you think you have the right to ask me these things? Huh?" You walk toward their table, ignoring the way your eyes sting and the pain in your chest. "Why the fuck is everyone so goddamn interested in my personal business?! How many times do I have to repeat myself? I'm not using anyone. What if people were constantly accusing you of this? How would you feel?"

Your breathing is quick and shaky, tears freely streaming down your face as you look down at this girl who looks about 16, staring at you with wide eyes.

You can feel people stares on you. The mic falls from your hand, emitting a loud squeal when it hits the floor. You feel yourself moving backwards, but it's like you're on autopilot, trying to find a way out. Spotting a door near the back, you run, the room silent and the only sound is your feet hitting the ground.

Cold metal, fresh air, someone's hands on your shoulders as you hunch over, sobbing. The hands help you lower to the ground, knees hitting the ground softly. You vaguely hear a man's voice, but you're too focused on not throwing up to process the words at first. Once you've calmed a bit, you can feel someone soothing you, a hand on your head smoothing back your hair.

"Hey, can you hear me? Breath with me Y/N," He grabs one of your hands, bringing it to his chest above his heartbeat. "In... out... in... just like that, yeah?"

Once you're able to breath normally again, you look up, feeling light headed. In front of you is someone you've never met, so why did he seem so familiar?

"This is probably weird for you," He says, keeping a tight grip on your forearms as you both stand. "I'm Chan- Felix's friend. Well, more like family at this point. Listen, my car's just down the road, can you walk? Or do you want me to bring it up? There doesn't seem to be a lot of security, so I'm sure I could bring it right here if you want, yeah?"

You nod. He studies you quickly, leaving after seemingly deciding you're okay on your own for a few minutes.

The whole situation begins to set in.

You just freaked out on one of the most anticipated livestreams.

"Oh my god," You gasp, running a hand through your hair. "Oh my god."

notes ☆ oh my oh my god- so umm that happened! did i project a bit onto y/n with my hatred and fear of public speaking? or with getting pissed off when overstimulated? maybe. maybe i did. let this girl catch a break fr 🙏 but wait- is that- felix is picking her up?! as in... they're finally meeting irl?!?!?!?!

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[doe-eyed-fool]

Prey | Chapter Five

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Your heart rate began to pick up. Maybe you were just tired, and your mind was playing tricks on you. Yeah. Yeah that had to have been it. It's not like there was anyone other than you and Alastor in the house.

That would be ridiculous, to think that. And it's not like Alastor would have someone here and no tell you. Why would he feel the need to do that? He wouldn't. Simple.

If that were the case, then what did you see just now?

You take a few steps away from the door and narrow your eyes, trying to see in the dark.

There was that feeling of unease again. You took a deep breath, and exhale shakily. There was no one else here. There was no need to be worrying like this.

You should just go back upstairs and back to bed. Alastor would come back eventually. Even though it worried you, you had a feeling he'd be fine.

Suddenly the lights were turned on.

You gasped sharply and turned around, you were met with Alastor standing in the doorway.

"Y/n...What are you doing up this late?" He asked, slightly shocked. "I...I heard some noises outside. And you weren't here." You explained. "I got worried about you." Your attention was suddenly caught by the sight of blood on Alastor's shirt cuffs and hands.

"What happened?" You asked, pointing it out. Alastor was silent for a moment before answering. "I had to take care of some things in that shed. I have a place set up not too far into those woods, for hunting. Brought some things down there for the next time I go hunting, and ended up cutting my hand." Before you could speak, he continued. "I'm fine. You should go back upstairs Y/n, I'll take care of this alright?"

"Are you sure?" You ask. "I don't mind to help you."

"Y/n. It's late, really, you should be sleeping. I'll take care of it." Alastor said, and despite his calm smile, he seemed a bit tense. You sigh. "Ok...Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Alastor watched as you made your way back up the stairs. Once he was sure you were gone, he sighed.

"Might as well turn in too."

The next day, Alastor offered to take you shopping. He insisted, saying now that you were a performer, you should look the part. You couldn't argue with that, and went along with him.

Mimzy had told you you'd be preforming soon, within the next week in fact. It so close by, and as the day came that you would finally preform in front of a real crowd, the more nervous you became. This wasn't like singing front of your parents. This wasn't like singing in front of Alastor and Mimzy.

You'd be singing for a live audience. And as exciting as that sounded, you couldn't help but overthink. What if you mess up somehow? Forget this lyrics, or stumble on stage, or just make a fool of yourself in front of all those people?

Alastor knew you were worried, he tried his best to reassure you and tell you you would do just fine. But his words could only do so much. 

As you were in the dressing room, you started to notice Alastor placing clothes over the door from the other side, that weren't all clothes that you came here for. Some were just casual dresses and a few nice evening ones thrown in too. You raise an eyebrow before rolling your eyes.

"Alastor." You say, in a light scolding manner. "Yes?" Alastor innocently responded. "We came here for just a few dresses for my nights preforming. Why did you pick out so many others?" You ask. 

"Why dear, of course you'd want to look your best outside of preforming." Alastor tells you. "The more you sing for folks, the more you will be recognized outside of the lounge. You can't wear just anything!"

You supposed your normal dresses weren't up to the standards of famous singers. What if one day you did get that far? Wearing old hand me down dresses, some that had to be sewn back together, wouldn't do your image any good. Of course, you would still keep those dresses, as they were given to you by your dear mother.

"Alright. But just a few. Please do not buy out this entire store, Alastor." You tell him before grabbing one of the dresses. 

"Oh? But you'd look so good in everything here." 

You were thankful there was a door hiding your embarrassment and hot face. You decided to ignore that. "I mean it, just a few." You say firmly. Alastor chuckles. "If you wish."

Tonight was a big night for you, your very first performance. You could hardly believe it, your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you stand backstage. You paced back and forth, trying to calm yourself. You kept telling yourself you'd be fine, but your nerves wouldn't listen. 

"Y/n!"

You turn your head to see Alastor approaching you. "Alastor? What are you doing here?" You ask. You knew he'd be here to see you, but what was he doing back stage? Mimzy must have allowed him back here. "I'm here because I had a feeling you'd be a little jittery." Alastor tell you. You sigh and nod your head. "I am..."

"You shouldn't be, dear. You'll do just fine! I've heard you sing, you're a natural! And you most certainly look the part." You didn't doubt that last part. You wore a flashy flapper dress and matching arm gloves. Your hair and makeup were seemingly flawless. You barely looked like your old self, all dolled up.

"I still can't help but worry, Alastor. What if something goes wrong?" Alastor shakes his head with a chuckle. "Like what, my dear?" He asks. "Well, what if I trip on stage? Or, what if I forget the lyrics? Or my voice cracks?" You list. Alastor places his hand on your shoulder. "Y/n, none of that will happen. You are simply overthinking. I'll tell you what will happen when you go out there."

"You will dazzle the audience with your beauty, and then knock them all dead with that lovely voice of yours!" 

Your face heated slightly at his words. "Alastor?" He hums in response. Suddenly your words were caught in your throat. You wanted so desperately to tell him how you felt, that you loved him so much, more than anything. And yet...

"Thank you."

You couldn't do it.

The song that the band was playing on stage had slowly came to an end, as the crowd applauded their performance. You were up next.

"Of course dear. Now, knock em' dead! I'll be right there in the crowd." 

You give Alastor a weak smile before walking ahead, and onto the stage. The crowd clapped as you entered. You gave a small wave before walking up to the microphone. The crowd went quiet, and the music began to play.

Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree; And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud I can't understand I get misty, just holding your hand Walk my way

And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello That music I hear I get misty, the moment you're near Can't you see that you're leading me on?

You couldn't help but think of Alastor as you sang those words. He must have some sort of clue of what he does to your heart, when he speaks to you so sweet and kind. They way he makes you feel so important, so special. 

Surely he knows. Doesn't he? But if he does, if he does know what he's doing, and he continues to do so...

Your eyes found Alastor in the crowd. 

Then perhaps it's better you don't give into his game. If that's what this was. 

And it's just what I want you to do Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost That's why I'm following you On my own

Would I wander through this wonderland alone Never knowing my right foot from my left My hat from my glove I'm too misty, and too much in love Too misty And too much In love

The sound of clapping filled your ears, and you take a step back from the mic with wide eyes. They liked it, they like your performance, they liked your singing, they liked you. A wide smile fell upon your face before bowing slightly. You waved your hand before walking off stage.

You couldn't believe it. Your first performance! 

And it was a success! 

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[punkrockmads]

Manny's Gym Shorts

Abby Anderson x Gn! Reader

Summary: You spend a peaceful morning with Abby before the gym

Author's note: A lot of my fics are usually implied Fem! Reader since most of my audience uses Fem! Identification but I noticed this one didn't have any real gender specifications so I marked it as Gn!

Also: I know I've been MIA for quite a while. I've been really struggling but I'm slowly getting back into writing! This fic is a little short but it's still good! I love you all!!❤

Waking up to the warmth of June's morning sunshine always starts your day off right. What makes it even better is the feeling of two strong arms wrapped around your torso and the gentle rise and fall of the chest beneath your head. Abby's heartbeat thrums softly below your left ear like a calming, steady melody.

Subconsciously, you delicately trace the tips of your fingers up and down her arm, feeling every muscle and admiring your girlfriend's strength. Your right hand finds its way to Abby's unbraided hair, gently combing through the soft, golden locks. You know Abby's awake when she lets out a small, quiet groan. Her grip around you tightens a little as she takes a deep breath. You look up at her, watching as her pretty blue eyes flutter open. "Hi." She whispers, and you feel like you're falling in love with her for the first time all over again.

"Hi." You smile, moving to rest your chin on Abby's chest. She looks down at you, tracing her knuckles over your cheek. "Sleep good?"

"Yeah." Abby nods. Her voice is raspy and thick with sleep. "Did you?" You nod in response, watching her with an adoring smile. "Good." She hums. You listen as her breathing changes from its relaxed pace to its awake and aware pace. Her inhales become deeper, her heart speeding up the tiniest bit. "I don't wanna get up." She sighs.

"Then don't." You laugh quietly. "Lay in bed with me forever." Abby chuckles, rolling the two of you onto your sides. "Do you have an assignment today?"

"No." Abby shakes her head. "But I gotta go to the gym in a bit. I missed a day."

"Can I come?" You ask. "I can spot you."

"You mean stare at me the whole time?" Abby smiles knowingly.

"Same thing." You shrug.

"Okay." Abby nods. "But we gotta get up." You whine into her shoulder as she sits the two of you up. "You wanted this!" She chuckles. "Come on, get dressed."

You look over to Manny's bed, seeing it empty. "The fuck did he go?"

"Out on rotation." Abby replies, standing up and stretching. "He had to leave early to relieve Nick from guard duty."

"Gross." You mumble. But you're not entirely paying attention as you watch Abby change into a dark red tank top.

Abby rummages through her bottom drawer. "Dammit." She mumbles. "Hey, have you seen my gym shorts?"

You think for a moment. "I'm pretty sure they're in your hamper. You wore them last time right?"

"Of course I forgot to wash both pairs." Abby laughs. "Manny's it is, then." She walks to his side of the room, grabbing a pair of black gym shorts out of his dresser. "You saw nothing." She warns playfully. You nod, laughing as you grab one of the shirts you leave behind for whenever you sleep in Abby's room. You change into it, deciding to just wear the shorts you have on.

"It's pretty outside." You mumble as you pull on your shoes.

"It is." Abby agrees. "You wanna go on a walk later?"

"Can we stop and play with the dogs on the way?" You ask, your face lighting up.

"Of course." Abby nods, laughing softly. You take her hands in yours as she leans in to kiss you. You kiss back, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on your skin. The two of you pull away after a moment, and Abby leads you into the hall. "C'mon. I wanna try to beat my record."

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[smoooothoperator]

What a Shame

06: A Thousand Years

Driver! Charles Leclerc x Singer! OC (Juliette Morelli)

Exes to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Childhood Sweathearts

Summary: things are getting calm, but they still have to face whatever comes next

Words: 1.5k (kinda short)

warnings: fluff, wedding!!! yay!!!flashbacks are on italics

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She took a deep breath and looked at him, trying to assimilate what he said. 

But just as he was going to say something, a woman walked in mad, pushing them out of the church.

"I..." she mumbled, looking at the ground, her arms hugging herself. "I'm going to eat. I guess... I'll see you later"

She walked away from him before he could even hold her hand again. She's not ready yet. She's not ready to hear whatever he has to say. She doesn't want to hear it, not now.

So she just walked, she kept walking around the village until she arrived at the  villa, and instead of staying in the restaurant to have lunch, she grabbed whatever she found and went to eat it in her room. 

She can't face Charles.

He said he went to her shows. That he was with her all this time. Why did he never text her, or even send her a message saying that she did a good show? Why did he had to say all those things now after ten years away?

Why, why, why, why?

Her first show. Finally. After so many months working on her songs, of doing so many projects to have an audience, she will have her first tour alone.

 "Are you excited?" Valerie asked, sitting on the couch of the changing room while they did her make up.

Juliette looked at her through the reflection of the mirror. Her blue eyes held so many emotions: happiness, excitement, anxiety... sadness, pain, fear. 

"He won't come... Right?" she sighed, leaving her phone on the table next to all the makeup products. 

"Juliette..." she sighed.

"He promised" she mumbled, trying to hold back the tears. "He promised he would come to my first tour"

Valerie sighed, grabbing her phone and writing on the chat.

Valerie: you better make sure that no one recognizes you

Charles: I know... How is she?

Valerie: nervous... she just asked about you

Charles: She can do it, she doesn't have to worry. I'll be there to see it. 

Valerie: She needs you, Charles. Stop being so fucking proud and come to the dressing room right now

Charles: I can't. You know it, I can't. She will hate me and I can't do this to her right now.

Valerie sighed and looked at her friend. She hates being between them. She hates lying to her best friend. She hates that she has to be the person that tells him how she's doing. She hates that none of them have enough strength to take a step forward and leave their pride on the side. 

"You'll do great" Valerie smiled. "You don't need him"

Charles stood there, watching how she walked away while the people brought the flowers inside the church. 

Today. Today will be the day when he will tell everything he has to tell her. All his regrets, all his worries, all his fears. 

He sighed, walking towards the villa slowly, thinking how he would say those things, how she would react.

He barely ate lunch, the food was not as important as what he has to do the next few hours. The wedding is not as important as what he has to tell her.

"Charles, come on, we have to get ready"  Pierre called him, patting his back.

He sighed and nodded, standing up and leaving the plate on the table. He nearly forgot that he had to go help Pierre, he's the best man. He has responsibilities to do and he shouldn't think about other things.

They were alone in the room, Charles helping him get dressed, trying to be focused, but his mind was daydreaming.

"How do you think our wedding would be?" she asked him, curled on his side while watching one of those shows they found while zapping on the tv after not finding anything interesting. 

"Hm... Definitely here in Monaco, right?" he smiled, brushing his fingers on her arm. 

"That would be awesome" she smiled. "I wouldn't complain if you wear one of those Giorgio Armani suits"

"And I wouldn't complain at all if you wear one of those dresses" he chuckled signaling to the dress of the TV. "I would ask Pierre to be my best man"

"And I would ask Valerie to be my maid of honor" she smiled.  "But we have to get married before them, hm? So in that way we could be their best man and maid of honor"

"Oh, don't worry" he laughed nodding. "I wouldn't want it any other way"

Juliette sighed, looking at her dress. Another dress that will be tagged as the dress she wore to a wedding, great.

The iPad in her hand isn't something she would wear to a wedding, but she doesn't have any other choice. She can't let her best friend down and have an unhappy wedding.

The walk towards the church was slow. She was alone, again, lost in her mind. Many thoughts were overwhelming her, questions that needed answers.

As she sat on the chair in front of the keyboard, she tried to look only at the keys.

"Are you ready?" a woman asked her while placing her hand on her back. "The guests are coming and the bridesmaids and groomsmen are already waiting"

"Yeah, okay" she nodded nervously.

Just as she saw the family of the couple walking in, her fingers worked on the keys, playing a slow and sweet melody. She tried to stay calm, to not cry.

This is too much.

She did a long instrumental intro because she knew that Valerie would love to walk in while the first verses started.

"Oh my god, look at that!" Valerie gasped looking at the TV, hugging a bag of popcorn and holding a tissue. "This is so beautiful"

Summer of 2016, both friends were bored with nothing to do. Their boyfriend's were away because of a race and their classes at the university had already finished. That's what leads them to search for random movies and decide to watch the Twilight saga for the first time ever.

"I swear, I want this music to be played at my wedding" she said, holding Juliette's hand. "Just this way, the Bella way"

"I want it too" Juliette smiled excitedly.

Charles walked in and stood next to Pierre, looking at Juliette. She looks so beautiful focussed on the keys, improvising something, waiting patiently. 

When the doors opened to let the bride and her father walk, he didn't look at them. He was only looking at Juliette, how she got ready to sing, how she looked at Valerie once she walked inside the church.

Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

He missed how her voice sounded . It's soft, smooth. Warm like a hug. She didn't need to look at the keys, she knew exactly where they were. Her eyes were on Valerie, but he prayed internally that she looked at him.

As he heard her sing, the words of the song stabbed his chest. It's like the song was for them, not for Pierre and Valerie. 

How can he be brave? How can he let love win, even if he's scared of her rejection? What if she is disappointed? What if, what if, what if… 

But he has to fight for her. She's the love of his life, no one else. He can’t waste this chance of being with her again, of showing her that he still wants her, that he regrets everything he did years ago.

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

He never stopped loving her. 

She never stopped loving him.

But how can she forgive him? Why did he leave her and then come back telling that he was always there? How can she believe him? Trust him?

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath, every hour has come to this

No. He won't let this chance get away. He needs to talk with her, be open with her. 

He was looking at her, and the moment Valerie passed her she stopped looking at the bride, moving her eyes to him.

She can see how red his eyes are, how they look at her without blinking, like if he was afraid that once he blinks she will disappear.

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

It’s fate, destiny. They were always meant to be. They were meant to meet at school, to fall in love as kids, to grow up together and fall in love even more. They are soulmates and a red string keeps them tied together, no matter what happens, no matter how far they are, they will always find a way of getting back together.

She blinked quickly, trying to not cry. But she didn't want to stop looking at him. Why is he looking at her? Why is he mouthing the words of the song?

Why is he smiling at her? Why is he crying? Why is she crying too?

"I'll love you for a thousand more" he whispered.

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Based on that one Austin vogue shoot, where he's sitting back with a drink in his hand. Kind of a post concert thing, Sugar Daddy Elvis has you start without him while he sits back and relaxes with a drink or cigarette as he watches you masturbate from across the room.

✨SUGAR DADDY ELVIS SUNDAY✨

You had been teasing Elvis all night long, rubbing up against him, pressing soft kisses everywhere but his face, wearing that tight little dress you know he loved. “What’s got you all riled up, sweetheart? Nerves?” You asked knowing damn well it was you. 

“Really lil’ mama, you’re gonna play that game?” Elvis replied, his jaw set harshly.

“What do you mean?” You laughed, a hand flying to your chest.

"Don't give me that shit. You know exactly what you've been doin' all night long and it ain't funny." He put his hands on his hips, glaring at you.

"I really don't know what you mean, love." You walked over and stood up on your tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek while successfully grinding the front of your thighs up and then back down his length. Elvis let out a hiss, gripping both of your shoulders to hold you still while he took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool.

"Yo, EP!" The stage manager called out. "We need to get you on stage pronto!" Elvis sighed, shaking his head.

"I'll deal with you when I get back." He said as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, then ran out to follow the stage manager.

You made your way to your seat, watching him perform, his eyes were locked in on you. You could see what your teasing had done to him, hell everyone in the audience could see. This man’s cock was strained against his leather pants, he jerked his hips back and forth, and your stomach began to tighten. He started to dance across the stage, feeling his music deep in his bones, he thrusted up into the air looking you dead in the face. Your panties pooled with warm wetness, your face heated up, and you leaned on your elbow for support, chewing on your nail, trying to distract yourself from the tightening coil in your lower region.

Elvis smirked down at you, knowing exactly what he was doing. He played three more songs and then ended the show, waving goodbye to everyone before making his way off of the stage and back into his dressing room. You practically jumped out of your seat, running backstage to catch up with him. You walked down the long hallway to his dressing room, seeing that the door was already cracked, you decided to just walk in. 

"Hey! That was a great show!" You said, shutting the door behind you and locking it. Elvis was standing at his mini bar in the corner of the room, his back turned to you as he made himself a drink.

"Why don't you go ahead and take a seat, darlin'." He turned around to face you, slowly taking a sip from his rum and coke.

You sat down on the plush seat, playing with the hem of your dress. “You gonna fix me one?” You said jokingly, you didn’t like to drink but you were dying for anything to break the silence. Elvis took another sip of his drink and smiled at you. He didn’t say a word but he smiled at you. “You gonna say anything?” You asked, the humor in your voice slowly disappearing.

When Elvis continued to not say anything, you decided to just stay quiet, starting to pick at your nails to maybe ease the tension you felt. You could still feel his eyes on you, just looking at you with that dumb smirk on his face. "What do you want?'' You snapped, looking back at him.

Without responding, Elvis made his way over to the seat across from you, really taking his time to get comfortable. "You haven't been very nice to me tonight, baby doll." He mumbled, swirling around the dark liquid in his glass before taking another sip. "Bein' a little tease all night. Gettin' me all worked up before a show.." He tsked at you, gently shaking his head.

You bit down on your bottom lip, “You did really good tonight.” You said, avoiding eye contact. He tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. 

“Don’t think you can just get away with that, Doll. You’re gonna have to pay.” He smirked at you. “Take those panties and that dress off, want you to spread those legs for me, want to see my pussy.” He commanded you, and you listened to his orders, pulling off your dress and panties. 

“Did you want my bra off too?” You asked.

“Did I say you could talk?” He snapped. You snapped your mouth closed, sitting back in the chair and slowly spreading your legs. "Mhm, that's right. Now, I want you to start teasin' yourself. Do not cum until I tell you to. Don't make this any more difficult, do you understand?" He asked, wagging his finger at you. You only nodded in response, not wanting to anger him any further. You slid your hand up your thighs and straight to your pussy, slowly starting to rub your clit with your pointer finger. "Fuck, that's it. Good girl." Elvis praised, taking a sip of his drink while never taking his eyes off of you. You moved your middle finger to your clit as well, rubbing soft circles around it. You closed your eyes, picturing Elvis slamming into you, you sped up your pace, adding more pressure to your clit. “Open your eyes, pretty girl,” Elvis said, palming himself as he sipped on his drink. “Such a dirty little thing, getting me all worked up like that, that’s not what good girls do now is it?” You shook your head no, opening your eyes.

You bit down on your lip, seeing him touching himself seemed to encourage you, you opened your mouth, “Feels good.”

"I know it does, but I don't want you to come yet, alright? Just keep doin' that." Elvis unzipped his leather pants and slipped his underwear down just enough to pull his cock out. He started to quickly move his hand up and down his length, his hips thrusting up to meet every stroke.

You bit down on your left hand, trying so hard not to cum. "E-Elvis, I don't think I can wait much longer." You gasped out, another hot wave of pleasure washing over you.

“Uh-uh, you’re gonna go as long as I tell you to go for.” He mumbled out, stroking his cock, squeezing a bit tighter each time he reached the tip.

You rolled your hips upward, “Please.” You whined out.

“Doing so good for me, you like watching me stroke my cock, you like that? Keep rubbing your clit, baby girl didn’t tell you could stop.” He said.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Your eyes snapped shut, your entire body went ridged as you came, unable to stop it. Watching you cum so hard was enough to send Elvis over the edge himself. He threw his head back and came, dropping his glass in the process. You both sat there and panted for a few minutes, riding out the now small shocks of pleasure bouncing around your bodies. You closed your eyes and just breathed for a moment, starting to slowly fall asleep. Elvis reached over and repeatedly tapped your knee.

"Uh uh, baby. You've gotta go and make me a new drink since you don't wanna listen." He said with a smirk, gently placing his empty glass in your lap. He then grabbed a random article of clothing from the floor and tossed it over the puddle next to him.

Thank you so much for the request anon!

Emmy Mae💜

Hannah 💙 @ninebluehearts

#Sugar daddy elvis #elvis presley #Daddy elvis #emmymaewrites💜 #elvis movie #elvis #elvis 2022 #ask box #elvis the pelvis #austin!elvis x reader #sugardaddy #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis smut #elvis x reader #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis music #elvis history

[shiningwonderland]

Syo Kurusu (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (twitter: agnadance)

Editor: Snail (twitter: herbert_snail)

True Love Ending - Harmony of Tears

Syo-kun sang a cute pop song with all his might.

To be honest, I think he wanted to sing a cooler sounding song.

He suggested that I should make a song that takes advantage of his appearance and voice.

The things you want to do and what you are actually good at are different.

He said that if he was going to compete, he should try to meet everyone's expectations.

That's why the song he's singing is very much like him.

It's cute, but at the same time, stylish.

Female Student A: What's this? It's such a cute song, but I'm starting to cry.

Female Student B: Yeah, me too…. This is such an amazing song…. I feel happy just listening to it. 

Male Student A: That guy's a shorty, but he's amazing…. I'm nowhere near as good as him.

Syo-kun is using this performance to proclaim with all his might that this is who he is.

That he's this charming.

He doesn't let on that he has a heart condition. He grabs people's hearts with his energetic singing and doesn't let them go.

Then….

Kaoru Kurusu: Syo-chan…. This is the first time I've ever seen him like this…. He’s… become strong….

It seems that Syo-kun's feelings have reached Kaoru-kun.

Syo Kurusu: Haa, haa, haa…. Thank you for watching!

Syo-kun screams out after he finishes singing, out of breath.

At that moment….

Yeeeah! Shouts of joy and applause ring out and continue for some time.

Syo-kun walks over to where the other contestants are in the corner of the stage.

Without hesitation, I run to the stage and stand by his side to hold him up.

He should be in so much pain that he could fall over at any moment… but Syo-kun's smile never fades. He keeps standing where he is.

For the graduation audition, nine judges, including the principal, and the audience vote on who wins.

The nine judges give a score up to ten points each.

The audience votes on which student they think was the best, and the student that gets the most votes from the audience gets another ten points. Second place gets nine points, and it goes down to tenth place.

The person who gets the most points overall gets first place, becomes a new idol in the Shining Agency, then aims to become the top idol.

For the students who don't win first place, anyone that gets more than 85 points can still join the Shining Agency.

Furthermore, there are people from other agencies that come to watch our audition….

Even if we don't get into the Shining Agency, there's a chance that another agency would ask us to join them.

But I'm sure that Syo-kun wouldn't be satisfied unless he's number 1….

Syo-kun shined so brightly just now, so I'm sure it'll be fine. We can win….

Ryuya Hyuga: We’re ready to announce the results… The winner of this year's graduation audition is Syo Kurusu!

When his name is called, Syo makes a wide grin and lets go of my hand.

He takes in a deep breath and slowly walks to the center of the stage.

Ryuya Hyuga: You did great. You really put in your 100% into that song. 

Syo Kurusu: I am honored! Thank you very much!

Syo takes the trophy into his hands with utmost confidence that it's what he’s deserved all along.

Ryuya Hyuga: You've really grown, kid. You're not the kid that needs to be protected by somebody. You're a grown man who can protect someone with that strong back of yours.

When Hyuga-sensei makes a satisfied grin, tears well up in Syo-kun's eyes.

He must be feeling emotional from being praised by his hero he looks up to.

Shining Saotome: Once your body becomes healthy, you'll be perfect! Get properly cured, you hear?

Syo Kurusu: Roger!

After that, we immediately go to the classroom that has been designated as a break room.

Syo Kurusu: … Haa, haa, haa…. Damn it, this needs to calm down…. Ha, haa, haa, haa….

Syo-kun's heart is at its limit. He didn't stop smiling on stage, but he must've been in extreme pain.

Haruka Nanami: Let's take a break, okay?

I hug Syo-kun tightly.

Syo Kurusu: … Ha, ha…. I'm being so uncool…. We won so… I wanted to hug you to celebrate….

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun….

Kaoru Kurusu: Syo-chan! So you are having an attack…. Here, take this. Also, take this and this.

Kaoru-kun takes out medicine and a bottle of water from his bag and makes Syo-kun drink it.

Kaoru Kurusu: My word, you always push yourself too far, Syo-chan…. I felt like I was watching your life shorten. Nonetheless… your song was great.

Haruka Nanami: Kaoru…kun?

Kaoru Kurusu: You've become stronger, Syo-chan. You aren't just putting a front anymore. You really have become strong.

Your song proved that to me.

But… if you go overboard and collapse again, that'll all be for nothing.

You've been an idiot ever since we were kids…. Your personality hasn't changed even if you've become stronger.

Syo Kurusu: … Haa… Idiot…. It takes one… to know one…. 

Kaoru Kurusu: You're in that much pain and that's all you got to say? You really are stupid….

I can't keep up with you. Go to the States or wherever.

Haruka Nanami: Kaoru-kun….

Kaoru Kurusu: Then… once your stupidity and heart both get cured, sing me a song again.

I believe with the way you are now, you will definitely be cured.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah…. You can count on me…. It's a promise.

He grins and passes out in my arms with a sigh of relief.

Haruka Nanami: Are you… absolutely sure?

Kaoru Kurusu: Yes. Even if he were to never undergo surgery, it doesn't seem that he'll give up trying to become an idol.

Even if I were to try to stop him, he'll do whatever it takes to get his way. If he's just going to collapse from pain every time, I would rather want him to get cured right away.

I didn't believe him at first, but now I have no more doubt in my mind that Syo-chan will survive….

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I think so too.

Kaoru Kurusu: I wanted to cure him myself… but as long as Syo-chan becomes healthy, I'm fine with anything. 

As for you, are you fine with being left alone? You care about Syo-chan just about as much as me… no, even more than me….

Haruka Nanami: I'll be fine. I can wait because I believe in him.

Kaoru Kurusu: I see…. You're strong. You must be the reason why Syo-chan became strong, too. I'm a little jealous.

I'm going now. Tell Syo-chan congratulations for me after he wakes up.

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I will.

Kaoru-kun has given Syo-kun permission to go to the States.

Thank you.

Today, Syo-kun flies to the States.

Syo Kurusu: … It's time…. I have to go. Don't cry when I'm not around to keep you company, okay?

He pats my head twice.

Haruka Nanami: Yes… I'll do my best.

I feel like I'll burst into tears at any moment….

But I know that would just cause trouble for Syo-kun…. I hold back my tears by clenching my hand into a fist.

Syo-kun grins and lets go of my hand.

No. I don't want him to go.

That thought almost leaves my lips but I keep it inside.

Haruka Nanami: U-Um…. Here's a charm for you….

My hands trembling, I give Syo a small bag containing a crystal.

Syo Kurusu: A charm? That’s so like you. Here, have this.

Syo-kun takes off his hat and places it on my head. 

Haruka Nanami:  Huh…?

Syo Kurusu: Think of this as me. It's like a charm, I guess.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you….

I shouldn't cry, but…. I feel like my tears are going to overflow at any moment. I need to hold them in.

I need to see him off with a smile. Tears, please listen to me, don't fall….

Syo Kurusu: Don't get the wrong idea. I'm only lending this to you, got it? Give it back to me once I return.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

So this is really goodbye….

Syo Kurusu: Don't give me that miserable look. Smile! I'm about to go on a new journey!

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

I hold in my tears and force a smile.

Syo-kun smiles and embraces me tightly.

Syo Kurusu: Good! You're a great partner! … Or rather, should I call you my girlfriend? I get a little embarrassed at the thought, though….

He grabs my shoulders and looks at me in the eyes.

Syo Kurusu: Now that I think about it, I haven’t acted much like a real boyfriend to you yet….

Syo-kun pauses to think and then kisses me on the forehead.

Haruka Nanami: Syo…kun?

Syo Kurusu: Once I get back, I'll give you a proper kiss on the lips! Pray that my surgery will go well!

Haruka Nanami: Of course!

I nod, then Syo-kun flashes a satisfied smile and runs towards the gate.

Natsuki Shinomiya: He left.

Kaoru Kurusu: … Yeah. Syo-chan never drops his guard, does he? Oh well, that's just him being him.

Haruka Nanami: Shinomiya-san, Kaoru-kun…. If you came, why didn't you say anything?

Kaoru Kurusu: We thought it would be bad to interrupt.

Nanami-san, you did your very best. You can cry now.

Haruka Nanami: But Syo-kun told me not to cry….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes, that's why today, you should part with your tears.

When Shinomiya-san rubs my head, my tears overflow.

I begin to bawl.

Several months pass with no message from Syo-kun.

I have texted him several times, but he has never replied, and he wouldn't pick up his calls.

I have no idea if he's doing well, or when the surgery is, or if he has been cured….

I know nothing at all. I want to see him and hear his voice. I'm just so, so lonely.

I promised him that I wouldn't cry, but there have been many times when my tears would almost overflow.

It'll be okay, I'm sure of it. Syo-kun will come back better than ever.

It'll be okay….

I've told myself that repeatedly and endured my anxiety. The only thing I can do is believe and wait for him….

Haruka Nanami: A text? … Syo-kun?

This is the first text I got from Syo-kun ever since he went to the States…..

"The surgery was a success! I'll be back soon!"

The text is brief, which is very much like him.

Haruka Nanami: He's… coming back….

I'm so happy that tears almost fall from my eyes.

Soon after….

… A phone call?

Haruka Nanami: Yes? Hello? Who is this?

Syo Kurusu: Hey, it's me. Did you see my text? Sorry, I didn't have much battery left, so I couldn't type more than that.

That's why I'm calling you now through a public phone. Um… ahh, I can't word! A-Anyway, I'll be back!

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun!

I haven't heard his voice in such a long time.

Syo Kurusu: … Sorry that I've taken so long to reply. I knew if I heard your voice, I’d want to go home as soon as possible… so I decided to wait until I was fully recovered before contacting you, but it took so long.

I just realized that I could've just sent you a text, too…. Sorry. I'm actually at the airport right now. I'm about to get on the plane.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…? You mean you're at the Los Angeles airport?

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, I'll arrive at Narita in twelve hours. … Do you want to see me as soon as possible?

SELECT THE PHRASE!

1) 会いたい。I want to see you.

Syo Kurusu: I see! I'll be back as soon as possible! There's a flight that arrives a little before five o' clock, so wait at Narita for me!

Haruka Nanami: Okay! I'll be there, so come back soon!

I'll get to see Syo-kun in half a day's time. He's finally coming back!

2) 無理しなくていいよ。Don't push yourself.

Syo Kurusu: Huh? Don't you want to see me as soon as possible?

Haruka Nanami: Of course I do, but if something happens if you rush, I….

Syo Kurusu: What do you mean by that? Anyway, I'll reserve a flight, so go to Narita! I'll arrive just a little before five o' clock. Wait at the airport for me!

Haruka Nanami: Okay! I'll start preparing right now! I'll go as soon as possible!

I can finally see him…. He'll be recovered and well!

I come to the airport two hours before Syo-kun's flight is about to arrive.

I couldn't wait any longer.

I'm so happy that I'll get to see Syo-kun today…. I feel like I'm going to cry.

If I end up sobbing when he arrives, he'll surely berate me for crying….

Syo-kun… I want to see you soon.

As I watch the arrival gate, the people around me make an uproar. 

Haruka Nanami: What happened?

I become inexplicably anxious.

My gut instinct turns out to be right.

There is news that the plane that Syo-kun took crashed into the Pacific Ocean.

Haruka Nanami: No…. Why? That can't be.

Why? The surgery went well….

We were going to spend so much time together….

And yet… there was a crash? This must be a mistake.

There's no way. Syo-kun, you must be okay, right?

I ask Syo-kun, wherever he is, as I tightly hug the hat he lent me.

…

No matter how many times I look at the news, the plane that crashed is still the same plane that Syo-kun boarded.

Even the follow-up news did not update that information.

There is no report whether or not there are survivors.

Even so, I kept praying. Please, save Syo-kun.

Please let me see him at least one more time.

He has tried so hard to get a chance at happiness. Don't let his life end here.

Haruka Nanami: It's because I told him that I want to see him as soon as possible….

If I just told him that he could take his time, or that he could board the next day, this wouldn't have happened….

Haruka Nanami: I'm so sorry….

The tears I have been holding back fall one by one, until they all start overflowing.

I promised him that I wouldn't cry.

And yet….

My tears soak his hat that I'm holding in my arms.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun….

Syo Kurusu: Did you call me?

Haruka Nanami: Huh…?

I raise my head and see Syo-kun before me.

Haruka Nanami: How…? Syo-kun, is that really you…?

I doubt what I'm seeing and for a moment, and think it's a dream.

Syo Kurusu: Of course it's me. I'm standing right here! Also, why are you crying? I forbade you from doing that.

Haruka Nanami: But your plane…. It crashed…. Why are you here?

Syo Kurusu: You told me to come as soon as possible! Someone canceled their seat on an earlier flight, so I switched over to that.

Haruka Nanami: … So you really are Syo-kun? You're not a ghost, right?

I reach out and touch his cheek.

He's warm. He really is alive.

He's alive and right in front of me.

Syo Kurusu: Don't kill me off! Also, stop crying! I won't go die and leave you behind!

He embraces me tightly.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

Syo Kurusu: I told you that I'll protect you. You're such a crybaby. Have you started crying more easily when I haven't been around?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, that might be true…. I've been very lonely. I wanted to see you as soon as possible.

Syo Kurusu: I wanted to see you too. I wanted to hug you this whole time. I felt like I was going to go crazy when I wasn't with you.

I've come to realize that I want and need you so badly. I'll keep holding onto you. I won't let anyone else touch you.

You're mine for the rest of your life! I'll be with you forever, and I want you to keep smiling beside me.

Haruka Nanami: Yes!

I smile and Syo-kun smiles back.

Syo Kurusu: Thank you, Haruka! I love you!

Haruka Nanami: Ah….

Syo's lips brush mine for a brief moment.

Syo Kurusu: Ah, hold on– I wasn't thinking! Redo! Give me one more chance! Haruka, I'm in love with you! I will make you happy, so be with me forever….

Haruka Nanami: Yes. I love you too, Syo-kun.

Syo-kun grins and leans in.

Syo Kurusu: Mm….

Haruka Nanami: Mm….

Unlike the kiss from a moment ago, this one is passionate.

Syo Kurusu: I love you. I'll be with you always!

We hug tightly once more.

After that, I work hard to support Syo-kun to achieve good results.

The principal gives us a pass and allows us to date each other as long as we keep our relationship a secret.

Now with a more physically resilient body, Syo-kun begins to incorporate more dancing while singing.

We still can't tell everyone that we're dating, but….

I'm happy just holding onto his warm, steadfast hand….

I want to be by his side as his partner for the rest of my life, forever and ever… for all of eternity….

I LOVE YOU!

Thank you for playing.

Fin.

#utapri #syo kurusu #syo repeat

[harryforvogue]

what about faye being super anxious about opening night of a play where she’s the lead role and harry finds a way to sneak backstage to her dressing room to comfort her and hype his baby up :((

Faye has her head in her hands.

She's breathing in and out slowly, but it's not stopping her heart from hammering. "It's okay," she whispers to herself, a tactic that usually works. "It's okay. It's just opening night. We've done many lead opening nights. This one just...has a lot of important people in the audience..."

The owner of the entire theatre company is here, and she has the ability to make a lot of things happen. Faye didn't know she'd be here, someone just told her twenty minutes ago that she was spotted in the front row. Faye had shakily texted Harry to verify, and he did.

The woman has worked on real films, and often with people from these theatre companies. If Faye could just make a good impression...

There's a knock on her dressing room door. She lifts her head up. "Come in."

She expects it to be the director or her co-actor, but it's actually Harry. He slips in, holding a bouquet of pink and yellow roses, dressed in a black suit. "Hi. Could tell from your texts you were freaking out so I thought I’d talk to you," he whispers, shutting the door behind him carefully. "Look at you. Wow."

Harry brings her flowers every single opening night, whether she's the lead or not. The sight of them makes her heart soar. He walks over to her and crouches in front of her chair. He gently places the flowers in her lap and then kisses the top of her head. "Hi."

"I don't think I'm doing very well," Faye whispers back, clutching the bouquet. "These are so beautiful. Thank you. Thank you, Harry." She leans down and kisses him properly, only then realizing that her lips are trembling. “Sorry.”

Harry laughs softly, placing his hands over hers. “It’s the owner, right?”

She nods. “I’m nervous.”

“I always say this to you, and I swear I mean it with my whole heart, baby. You are fucking fantastic at what you do, and tonight is going to be no different. Hey.” He touches her chin. “You’re a star and you’re going to shine so bright. Just like you always do.”

Faye takes Harry’s hand, pressing it to her neck. “Do you think I’ll pass out?”

He feels her pulse. “No, darling. You won't.”

“What if I do?” she whispers.

“Then I will physically shove people out of my way to get to you.”

“Do you think I’ll mess up and fall face first onto the stage?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Will you leave me if I do? I’d understand. It would be so embarrassing for you.”

“Faye. Stop that. We talked about this. You’ve got to be nicer to yourself.” Her eyes close and she nods.

He puts his other hand on her face as well. “Forget that she’s here. It’s just any regular night, yeah? You’re going to do beautiful up there.” He stands, tilting her head up. “I know it. And after this, we’re going to head out. I’m going to buy you anything you want to eat, and then you’re spending the night at mine, right?”

She’s nodding before he’s even done, her eyes opening. “Yeah. I want that.”

Harry kisses her forehead again. “I love you. You look so beautiful. I’m obsessed with you.”

Faye shakily stands, holding her arms out for a hug. He crushes her to his chest. “When you first started coming to the shows,” she says, “I would be freaking out backstage.”

His arms slide down to her waist, turning his head to kiss her cheek over and over. In between kisses, he murmurs, “Poor baby. I don’t make you nervous anymore though.”

“You don’t even know, Harry.”

He laughs softly, pulling away to see her face. His eyes are heavy with love, dimples are deep as they can go. “Yeah?” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “I still make you nervous?”

“Even just the thought of you.”

He presses his forehead to hers. “I love you so fucking much. My sweet girl.”

She reaches up on her tiptoes and kisses him breathless again, refusing to let him go until there’s a knock on the door signaling the show begins in ten minutes. Faye looks at Harry worriedly.

“You can do it,” he insists softly, his thumb tenderly running over her cheek before he catches it between his knuckles and squeezes hard. She cries out and pulls away, glaring at Harry when he laughs.

“Go on, baby,” he says. “I’ll be in the front row, yeah? Maybe I’ll get some good words in for you to the owner.”

Faye’s still rubbing her cheek. “Okay.” She carefully places the bouquet of roses on her dresser and takes several deep breaths. “I’ll see you out there.”

“Yeah, darling.” He gives her a final kiss and then sends her off. Then he heads to his own seat, his heart thundering in his chest.

#harry styles #harry and faye #harry styles fic #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Five

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

**TW: Mention of break-in/pet death (it was a fish.)**

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"And do you know anyone who might want to act maliciously against you?" the police officer asked, his gaze solely focused on you.

"I-I don't," you stuttered, completely overwhelmed. How did they expect you to answer all of their questions when your world was crashing down around you?

"Can we have a minute?" Hongseok asked, tucking you further into his side.

"We need to-" the officer began but immediately halted their words as Hongseok leveled them with a glare.

"I'm asking for a minute," he insisted. "Not the whole night. Let them calm down."

The officer sighed before flipping his notebook closed and motioning for the two of you to stand off to the side. You finally looked up from your shoes and to your apartment door that was now marked as a crime scene.

"Hongseok-" you croaked, shaking your head.

"Shhh," he hummed. You were positive that if he could pull you any closer he would. "I know. Let's have a sit."

Bringing you toward the staircase, he held the bulk of your weight as your slumped toward the carpet. Taking a deep breath as soon as you were seated, you allowed Hongseok to position you to lean against him. For a moment, you were frozen with dismay. Were you being dramatic? Was your reaction too over the top? You knew they were just things...but they were your things.

After Hongseok informed the production crew as to what was going on, you had gone numb. You wanted so badly to get into your apartment, but he was right. The best thing to do was to wait until the police arrived. Once they did, the area was secured and you were allowed to do a quick walk-through of the place you called your home.

It didn't feel like home anymore. What was left could only be described as a shell of what you once knew. Everything had been either destroyed or stolen. Every nook and corner were somehow haunted, the memories of your happiest moments cycling against one another in an attempt to cover up the reality of what was happening.

Whoever had broken in had stolen the most important things, your comfort and security. Aside from that, your furniture was trashed, stabbed, and sprayed down with paint. Vulgar messages were scrawled across the walls in English AND Korean. Your laptop was missing, as was your tablet and several other electronics. The staff had instantly begun tasking you in trying to recall anything that was taken and could be used as blackmail. Luckily, you didn't think you had any. Living in a day and age where things were so easy to be hacked, you tended to avoid keeping anything scandalous lying around. Plus, they employed excellent social media trainers when this whole thing started and you had done a grand deletion of anything questionable then.

The heaviest blow though, had to have been Jinki.

You knew he was just a goldfish, but he didn't deserve to be strung up in your living room as if his life never mattered.

And yes, you had named your goldfish after a member of Shinee, what of it?

"Drink," Hongseok said quietly, handing you a bottle of water that had seemingly materialized out of no where.

You looked at him moodily. "Jinki will never drink again."

"Jinki would want you to be hydrated," he encouraged, pressing the drink into your hands. "And he didn't drink water, he breathed it."

"This is just so messed up," you muttered, humoring him and doing as he said.

"Who would do this?" he whispered, rubbing his forehead. "I understand there are sasaengs, but to go to this level?"

Judging by the words written across your walls, it was definitely a "fan" that was responsible for the crime.

"The online hate was one thing," you said quietly. "I expected it to a certain degree, but I didn't think it would escalate."

"K-pop is such a global and attainable thing now," Hongseok nodded. "There are more fans than ever. I know it's silly not to think any of our supporters capable of this, but..."

"Has the lineup been announced publicly at all?" you asked, tilting your head. The dates were meant to be a surprise for you, but you knew details were commonly leaked online.

"Not that I know of," he sighed. "I mean, of course there's been rumors in the industry of what groups would be participating, but is that really enough to make someone snap?"

"I don't think it takes much to make any given person snap," you muttered. "We could try to reconcile it all day, but really, it's just senseless."

"We can't continue the show," Hongseok said slowly, side-eying you. "Your safety is more important than this."

You hadn't had time to give it much thought, but you figured he was right. The sensible part of you agreed that it was time to shut it all down, but the obstinate part of you pushed in the other direction. You didn't want to give up. You couldn't let the people who did this run you off, but how were you supposed to move forward?

First your apartment...what was next? When would a fan show up at filming and do something even more drastic?

How were you supposed to feel safe ever again?

.

Picking up the pieces of your broken life was one of the hardest things you had ever done.

After the police had finished up at your place, you salvaged what you could and packed it up in a few boxes before the My Idol crew whisked you away to the nearest hotel. To their credit, it was a very nice one that you could never have afforded yourself, but it didn't lessen the sting of the cause for your visit.

And for Hongseok's part, he didn't leave your side until the staff had forced him...into a hotel room down the hall.

To both your delight and horror, the entire show's operation was locking down. You would still be going off the premises for dates (with heavily increased security) but any time a contestant appeared, they would be shipped off to the safety of what had become the My Idol compound.

There was no shutting down production under any circumstances.

You had signed a contract after all, with no escape clauses for this type of situation.

Sighing to yourself, you pulled on an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. Grabbing the ice bucket, you shuffled to your door and gave three knocks. That was the "code" if you needed to leave.

Instantly, you heard the click of your lock (that you weren't allowed the key to) and the door swung toward you. Smiling in the hall was the security officer for the night shift, Insu. "Going somewhere?"

"Ice," you sighed, smiling sadly up at him. Although you had known this man for less than 24 hours, he was already a comforting presence. Standing at least a foot taller, and broad enough to take over half the door way, he was a force to be reckoned with.

And it may not have mattered, but it was worth mentioning...of course he was good looking.

"Optimal time for a late night stroll," he grinned, motioning at you to step into the hall. Walking past him, you tried not to look too long, but it was difficult. While his face was generally unmarred, a long scar was evident from the corner of his left eye, all the way to his jaw. It didn't make him any less handsome, obviously, but added a certain amount of character you weren't expecting. You weren't rude enough to stare or ask, but you were curious of the backstory.

"How's your day going?" you tried, ambling in the direction of the small room that held vending machines and the like.

"Great," he answered calmly, nodding at another security officer stationed by a different hotel room door. You wondered to yourself if Hongseok or Jungkook were locked inside. "I would ask how your day is, but I have a sneaking suspicion I already know the answer."

You felt your lips tug up at this. "It's going better than it was a few hours ago. I think I'm still in shock, honestly."

"That's understandable," he agreed. "Even before today, this world was new to you."

You hummed in response. He was right. Since this show had started, you were trying to navigate new ground, but today had completely upended everything you thought you knew. "How long have you been in security?"

"I did similar work in the military," he acknowledged. "Once I got out, this is what made sense."

"So that means..." you trailed.

"Seven years," he chuckled. "Including the two while I served."

"No way," you gasped, pausing to turn toward him. "How old are you then?"

This startled another laugh from him. "Twenty five."

"Oh," you said quietly before beginning to walk again. "So you joined right after high school then?"

"I did," he confirmed. "I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life and I thought it would be nice to have another two years to consider it."

"Sorry if I'm prying," you winced, worried that you were pestering him while he was just trying to do his job.

"That's not necessary," Insu said. You weren't going to look over your shoulder, but you were certain their was a smile hidden in his deep tone. "It's important that you know who is protecting you."

Turning into the room with the ice machine, you placed your container in the appropriate area and waited. After some loud crunching and getting ice nearly everywhere around your feet, it was time to head back.

"Let me," he insisted, taking the small bucket from your hands.

"It's not heavy," you laughed, glancing up at him.

"Did I say it was?" he hummed, a spark of something playful in his expression.

"Just being a gentleman then, got it," you hummed, allowing him to fall behind you again.

"It's quite literally my job to make this a little easier for you," he affirmed. "But I'll take the compliment."

Walking back down the hall, he turned the conversation your way. After answering a series of questions about schooling and your career, it wasn't long before you were at your door again.

You weren't expecting to feel so...disappointed.

"Get settled in for the night," Insu advised, handing the bucket back over to you. "Hyuk will be taking over in the morning."

"Right," you nodded. "Goodnight then."

"Sleep well."

Closing the door between you felt much louder than it should have. Shaking your head, you tried to clear your thoughts. It had been a long day. It was natural to try to find comfort in anyone that had crossed your path.

"Of course," you whispered to yourself. That's exactly what it was.

..

Hyuk was not nearly as graceful as Insu.

"Sorry," he grumbled, shouldering open the stairway door. He wasn't much taller than you and was likely old enough to be your father. "This building must be old."

"Right," you laughed nervously, stepping around him and toward the lobby area.

Being in one central location wasn't so bad, but you weren't sure how transportation would work.

"He's already at the destination," Hyuk said, as if reading your thoughts. You nodded absently at him as you saw the My Idol SUV already parked outside. Admittedly, you were exhausted. After the day and night you had, it was nearly impossible to fall asleep. The PD's you worked most closely with tried to push today's date out a few times, but scheduling simply wouldn't allow it.

Climbing into the vehicle, you plopped into the backseat, your eyes quickly catching on what was going on outside of the vehicle. Across the street, barricades had already been set up to contain the fans who had evidently found out what hotel you were staying in.

"What?" you hissed, angling yourself to look more closely.

"We've got the situation handled," Hyuk reassured. "They're being kept as far from the building as possible."

"Across the road is as far away as possible?" you whispered, your stomach dangerously close to vomiting what little contents you had in it. "How did they find out?"

"In this city, if you want to know something bad enough," he grumbled. "You can usually find someone willing to give it to you for the right price."

Turning toward him, you knew he saw shock plain on your face.

"Welcome to celebrity life, Mx. Y/N," he sighed.

After a quiet car ride that only took about ten minutes, you felt anxiety begin to crawl up your spine as your driver pulled into a large parking lot. Looking out of your window again, you saw the location for today, the Han River.

"Isn't this too open?" you asked, trying to tap down your panic. "So many people are around."

"We have a specific area cleared out," Hyuk said, his voice more gentle than it had been before. "We will keep you safe."

You swallowed hard and gave a curt nod. If you were going to do this, you had to trust the people around you no matter how difficult it was proving to be.

"Don't let them win," you whispered. Maybe if you repeated the mantra, it would make this whole thing easier.

Hyuk looked at you with a lifted brow. "Good call."

Easing out of the car behind him, you were disheartened. The usual rush of butterflies and anxiety that came before a date were a bit dampened. Of course, it was understandable given the situation, but it also wasn't fair to your date. Or yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you set your feet on the pavement and looked up at the grassy knoll beyond. Surrounded by security and the camera crew, a man stood before a small pop-up tent. Holding a slim box in front of his face, you only assumed it was a man by his build. Broad and muscular, he was dressed in dark, ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. As you drew closer, you narrowed your eyes at what he was holding.

"What's this?" you mused, shaking your head in disbelief.

Your date pulled the box away from his face and gave you a large smile. "Hi, I'm Ateez's San, and this, is a gift from me to you."

Pushing the item away from himself and into your hands, you looked down and chuckled softly. "A new laptop?"

"I heard you've had a rough few days," he hummed, securing his hands behind his back. You glanced up at him, his handsome face wearing an easy smile. "And lost a lot more than anyone deserves to."

"San-," you whispered, on the verge of crying. The gift was expensive, there was no way you could accept it, especially from someone you had only just met. "I can't-"

"Nope," he said, cutting you off immediately. "Getting back to normalcy in a time that's anything but normal is hard. You gotta start somewhere, right?"

"I swear if this starts a chain of dates bringing me household appliances," you teased, looking at him with gratitude.

"Then we'll all be taking our turns making life a little easier on you," he grinned. "One step at a time."

In Loving Memory:

Sea Jin Ki (2022 - 2023)

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[ecoamerica]

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[dolly-macabre]

⚙️ 𝕶𝖑𝖔𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕯𝖆𝖞 𝟏𝟔 ⚙️

ℑ𝔫 𝔐𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔪: ℌ𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔫

Memorial Services are hard! Have a fic about it!

In Memorium

"I don't think I can do this…" Dolly chokes back tears as her hands fiddle with the written speech in her lap. She's so nervous that she almost tears it.

"Hey, hey… Yer gonna do great, babe." Pickles attempts to reassure her, but nothing anyone says seems to be helping. It's just one of those things. 

You can't get around this, Twinkletits had told her. You need to go through it. She'd been repeating that affirmation in her head all morning, but how is she supposed to properly pay tribute to so many fallen?

She blames herself, of course. She was supposed to be coordinating the klokateers during that epic battle, but had gotten caught up buying time for the boys. She can still hear the screaming from her earpiece that day, loud and clear.

And Jess…

She'd made many friends along the way as she became a klokateer, but he was the one she held most dear. He was always there to patch her up or give her a kind pat on the back for a job well done.  Not being able to see him every day anymore was rough.

Charles had been kind enough to put off the memorial service until she could be a part of it. She was only just starting to get used to not laying in a hospital bed all day, so this whole event felt like too much for her. She peers around the room to get a feel for her audience. There were hardly any klokateers left to attend, and the ones that were there were very new or had been guarding Mordhaus during the battle.

Pickles can feel her tremors and nervous sweating. He watches as she reaches into her black studded clutch bag and pulls out an amber pill bottle.

"Hey, you uh sharin' that by any chance?" he whispers.

She hands him a couple bars of Xanax and gives him a stern look. She trusts him to keep it together, but the rest of them… 

"Oh! You handings out Xanxies????" Toki loudly chimes in.

"I want some, too!" Nathan wasn't nearly as loud as Toki, but Dolly had had enough. She whirled on them, hissing, "All of you shut the *RIFF* up! This is a formal event!"

"Yeah, in our church. That they built for usch. There'sch hardly anyone here! Don't be a schtingy asschole!" Murderface whines.

She realizes it's been some time since everything went down, but she didn't think it would be long enough that they'd act so negligent about it. Maybe it was just their way of coping? She'd have to ask Dr. John about that. 

"Here, just take it!" she hisses, throwing the bottle on the floor in front of their pew.

"Sahrry," Pickles bashfully says. "I shoulda just kept my mouth shut." 

"Don't worry about it," Dolly says, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Soon I'll be flying and nothing'll matter. I'll give my little speech and go home to my bed and everything will be fine."

Charles takes the stage first, refined as ever. "Good evening, Dethklok family," he says. "I'm forlorn that we must meet under such devastating circumstances. We have gathered here to honor our fallen soldiers, the klokateers. Their sacrifice was not in vain, for we can stand here today, proud for all they have given us. Working tirelessly to meet the needs of their masters and staff alike–"

How am I supposed to follow him? This guy is like the king of public speaking… 

Dolly begins to fidget with her rings as a cold trickle of sweat runs down the middle of her back. She only glances up when Pickle's hand settles over hers. 

"Hey, yer shakin' pretty bad," he whispers. "It's okay if we gatta step out for a sec. Do ya wanna take a breather?" 

He tosses a nod at Charles, who nods in return. Charles continues on to cover for her. He's always been a great boss to her. She'd have to find a way to thank him later. Meanwhile, Pickles walks her out of the Blacklok church's sanctuary. 

Dolly had begun hyperventilating before they even made it out. She's so embarrassed. She's supposed to be Dethklok's fearless defender, for fuck's sake!

"Angel… I know this is sumthin' you really wanna do, but I hate ta see ya all worked up like this…"

"Just… gotta wait for the Xanax to kick in…" She shakily sits down on a nearby bench. 

Pickles kneels down before her, setting a hand on each shoulder as she wipes away her tears. 

"No one would think any less of ya, Dolls…"

"No! I– I need to… "

He lets out a sigh and sits next to her. He begins digging in the black tote bag he's started carrying everywhere. He pulls her dab pen from the bag, looking weary.

"I know yer supposed ta cut back on the smoking while your lungs heal up, but I think this might be a special circumstance. '' He hands her the vape, and she thankfully puffs at it a few times. Pickles always thought of everything; He's fully embraced his role as band mother. 

"There ya go," he says in that gentle tone he reserves just for her. "Yer gonna be fine. "

After about 10 minutes passes, Charles steps out of the sanctuary to check on them. 

"Dahlia," he says, "if you feel unwell, I'm more than happy to read your segment for you, but we can't delay this anymore. People are starting to become restless."

Dolly takes three deep breaths. "No," she replies. "I– I can do this." She makes her way back into the sanctuary, speech in hand, as others whisper and mumble. The aisle may as well have been a million miles long. Would this ever end?

She stands silent at the podium for a moment.  Pickles has made his way back to his seat, and he gives her a thumbs up along with Toki and Nathan, after some prodding. 

She lets out a soft sigh and sets her paper on the podium. Finally, she begins to speak. 

"My dear friends and family, I come before you with a heavy heart. Though right now that feels like an understatement. We all know life is unfair, but this incident has rattled us to our very core. The klokateers were more than just yes-men to answer our every beck and call. They were the very life blood of this company.  A lot–" She collects herself, keeping the sobbing at bay before continuing. "A lot of them I had grown so close to in my time as a klokateer and now when I see their posts empty, it feels as though my heart is being ripped from my chest. They were my family when the outside world had forsaken me. Life will never be the same now, no matter who we recruit, and no matter how much we build ourselves up going forward, but…" Her pause feels like it lasts for a century. "We will become stronger because of their sacrifice. We will overcome, for their sakes. Because that's what it comes down to when serving Dethklok. Death may always seem inevitable in this line of work, but they always put their best foot forward and kept going until they no longer could. And for that, I can't even begin to thank them enough for their service. The least we can do for them is to keep going no matter how hard life gets. For we are all gears in the wheel of the Klok, and we fear not our mortality!"

"That's my girl," Pickles whispers proudly to himself as the crowd respectfully applauds.

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[theycallme-thejackal]

Oooh, please a continuation of ‘I’m tired of sleeping alone’.

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

Part 1 | Part 2

Midge has never been so nervous for taping the show.

It had been Gordon's idea to keep her on during interviews, and she was thrilled about it. More screen time means more opportunities to make people laugh. Make them fall in love with her.

But if there was ever a night she didn't want to share that couch with someone, it's tonight. Because the very special guest for the entire show is one Lenny Bruce.

"I thought it would be a nice surprise," Gordon tells her. "You're friends, right?"

"Yeah," she replies, plastering a smile onto her face as her fiancé wraps his arms around her waist. "Yeah, it's great. I just...thought he was in California, so it's a big surprise."

"He didn't call you?" Gordon asks.

"Maybe he did, but Zelda's terrible with messages - you know that," she reasons.

"Oh, boy, do I." He laughs softly and gives her a quick kiss. "See you out there, honey."

She drops her smile as he walks away, and she sees Lenny standing not too far off. She averts her gaze, instead watching as Gordon greets the audience.

"Sorry I didn't say anything," Lenny says, suddenly at her side. "He wanted to surprise you."

Midge scoffs. "Like you give a shit what he wants."

"Oh, I definitely don't care what he wants," he agrees, taking a drag of his cigarette. "But I care very much about what you want."

"Lenny." She turns to face him fully and takes a deep breath. "I have to go out there and be funny for two minutes. And then I have to be funny for the rest of the show while sitting next to you, who I'm mad at, and I'm not a very good actress, so do me a favor and don't make this harder than it already is."

She turns back to watch Gordon, and Lenny is mercifully silent.

--

The show goes...surprisingly well.

Lenny is immensely charming. So much so that for the time they sit on the couch together, talking to Gordon, her anger melts away, and she's able to just exist in this rhythm that she's always had with him. Setup, punchline, one-up the punchline over and over until one of them concedes. It's fun. She's missed having fun with him.

"You said you were just friends," Gordon says from the door of her dressing room.

Midge meets his gaze in the mirror as she takes off her earrings. "We are just friends," she insists.

"Then why'd I feel like a third wheel that entire interview?"

Midge shrugs, slipping out of her heels. "Lenny's been there from the beginning of my career. It's always easy to joke with him."

Gordon steps inside, closing the door behind him, and Midge knows a serious conversation is about to happen. "Did you sleep with him?" He asks.

She considers denying the existence of that one night in a very blue hotel room, but her mouth works faster than her brain, and she says, "Once. About a year ago."

He sighs and shakes his head. "I knew it. You're the girl."

Midge turns to look at him in confusion. "What on earth are you talking about, the girl?" She asks.

"The girl who got Lenny Bruce to get his act together. To go to rehab. To turn his life around. The girl he's apparently been in love with ever since his first marriage ended."

She stares at him, mouth agape. "That's absurd," she insists. "It was just one night."

"Did you want it to be?"

"Did I want it to be what?"

Gordon takes a couple steps closer. "Did you want it to be just one night?"

She purses her lips. No. No, she didn't want it to be one night. She wanted it to be a thousand nights. She never wanted that one night to end. But it did, and then any chance at more was killed by a horrible conversation at a theater on the corner of 57th and 7th.

"It doesn't matter what I wanted then," she tells him. "I'm marrying you, Gordon."

"But you don't really want to...you want to be with him."

Midge exhales and turns back to her mirror, packing up her things. "This is ridiculous," she mutters.

"No it's not," Gordon tells her, resting a hand on her back.

She feels her throat constrict. She is so tired of crying over Lenny. "Gordon - "

"I saw the way you two looked at each other out there. He's nuts about you, Miriam. And I'm pretty sure you're in love with him, too."

She tries and fails not to cry, a tear spilling over and hitting the vanity below her. Gordon rubs her back soothingly. "I don't want to be," she whispers after a moment. "More than anything in this world, I wish I didn't love him."

"I wish you didn't, too," he tells her with a soft smile.

She turns her head to look up at him, cupping his jaw with her hand. "I'm so sorry, Gordon," she tells him honestly. "I really, really am."

"It's okay," he promises. "I'd rather know now before it's too late. I don't want to be married to someone who doesn't love me."

Midge sighs, and Gordon pulls her into a hug, arms wrapped around her waist. When they part a moment later, she gives him a soft kiss. "You're gonna make some lucky woman very happy someday."

"Yeah, I know," he jokes, and she laughs. She takes off the ring and offers it, but he waves her off. "Keep it. You're still my work wife, after all."

Her brows lift in surprise. "You mean I still have my job?"

"You really think I'd fire you over this? Give me a little credit here, Miriam."

She wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him gratefully. "You really are a very good man," she tells him.

"Tell me something I don't know."

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers #there is already another request for more #so another is coming up later

[stephaniebrownslover]

Annual Duck Competitions With Pastas And Tons Of Other Shit[Crack]—Part 3

Clockwork and Jeff, watching the small crowd in the living room grow larger and larger, felt the need to review their presentation one last time. Jeff was extremely anxious because this was the biggest responsibility that he had ever taken in his life.

In addition, he was sure that if he screwed up, Clockwork would haunt him even in his dreams.

"Good idea, but shouldn't we have done this earlier, like before everyone came?"

Clockwork's hesitation could be easily understood from her tone of voice. She was taking this presentation job very seriously and would not put her best foot forward to make it an effective session.

"Being late is cool kid job, and we're so cool. So don't worry."

When she heard this, she remembered what a cool person she was, and even if it was just for a moment, everything else lost its importance.

"Fuck yes, motherfuckers!"

"Absolutely, baby!"

"Well, then. Let's check the presentation again."

While Clockwork was arranging the wad of paper in her hand, Jeff was tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

When Masky suddenly entered the backstage, neither of them liked it.

"There's no time, idiots, everyone's waiting for you."

Jeff took a deep breath, this could be the most important moment in his life. And soon he would try to convince a group of about fifteen people.

It was absolutely obvious that this was not an easy task.

"Break the devil's leg, Jeff."

"And you break his dick."

"Obviously!"

Masky felt the need to shout once more before moving back into the living room.

"Hey!"

Jeff waved his hand in the air in an exasperated attitude.

"All right, all right. Here we're coming. Just learn to be fuckin' patient."

"Shut up and end this torture soon possible."

"Have some manners, Masky, I can kick you any moment."

Clockwork intervened and helped Jeff.

She was proud of Jeff for making a sarcastic remark to Masky for the first time without her help. He may have been a difficult student to teach, but he was also successful when he actually learned something.

"Whatever, just try to finish this shit."

Masky left the corridor and went to the wall edge, which was his previous position. Of course, he was going to watch standing up because he didn't trust either of them at all.

"What a dickhead, can you believe it?"

When Clockwork started talking behind his back, Jeff also supported her.

"Sure, he definitely broke a lot of hearts in high school."

"Oh, heartbreaker, Masky!"

"What?"

She stuck the rather thick papers in her hand on Jeff's chest and spoke with a bright eye.

"Got a great idea! Could you start without me like a few seconds?"

Jeff was very hesitant.

To speak alone in public in a way he's never done before?

No, you can keep it.

Stage fright was for losers, and he wasn't a loser.

But it was a little bit too scary to know that fourteen eyes would be watching him.

"Uh, but-"

Clockwork pushed Jeff towards the stage where there was a white board. Although Jeff tried to resist along the way, he couldn't manage it.

"Thanks, you're doing amazing."

"Wait-!"

And when he got to the last stage of the stage, Clockwork pushed him hard. 

Suddenly entering the stage, Jeff stumbled and lost his balance somewhat, fortunately saving himself from falling to the ground.

What was he going to say?

What was he supposed to do?

Whatever he did, would he succeed in convincing the fourteen people in the hall of his own thoughts?

He was sweating.

"Hi, very dearest audience, tonight's-" 

"Yuhh! Get down, you're suck!"

He did not know that Nina was in the audience. And he was quite sure that he would not be able to make a presentation while Nina was watching her.

"C-calm down, N-nina."

Toby, who was sitting next to Nina, came to his rescue. A calm Nina meant a more easy-to-control Nina.

"Unbelievable! Just unbelievable!"

"N-nina!"

"Hey, calm down, Tobes. Anger will only hurt you."

Jeff, he couldn't hold himself in any longer. He didn't like Nina most of the time, but he felt an incredible amount of remorse for the mistake he had made to her.

"Wow, when did this bitch get so wise?"

"Who the hell do you think you're calling a bitch!"

Nina, who couldn't stand Jeff's presence anymore, jumped into the area they call stage easily thanks to her sitting in the front and climbed on top of Jeff. Thanks to her extreme agility, she had almost no difficulty in this movement.

When she reached Jeff's side, she started hitting him.

She was hitting and pulling his hair.

And Jeff was screaming in fear 'like a little girl'.

"Help! Get this crazy bitch off me!"

Nina showed no signs of stopping, on the contrary, she became even tougher and began to make verbal insults.

"I'm going to kill you! I'll cut you into pieces, and your body-"

"Take a deep breath, Nina."

Nina hadn't noticed at what point Jane had come near to her. Although, if she thought that she was an expert person in this kind of thing, that would be normal.

"But Jane-"

"Do as I say."

Nina took a deep breath, overcome by the impact of the authoritative voice she heard.

"And now exhale."

And she breathed out.

"Is it over?"

"Again."

"But-"

"Again."

Jane helped the girl she wanted to protect for a few seconds in calming down. After seeing that her breathing was getting in order, she placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yes, thanks. I just lost myself suddenly."

Jeff called to them from the corner where he had escaped thanks to Jane's help.

"I have that effect on women."

"Come here, you bastard!"

This time it was Jane's turn to jump on Jeff and beat him up.

"Jane, calm down!"

"Everyone, sit the hell down!"

When Clockwork suddenly walked in with an authoritative attitude, no one took her seriously at first. She was holding in her hand a rather strange drawing of a Masky with a lot of hearts drawn on it, and this was definitely the sight she expected to see. 

She had only hoped for better.

While a few people were sitting still and talking, Nina was trying to control Jane.

"I want to apologize or something from all of you for my stupid partner. Now. Back. Your. Place."

Clockwork had succeeded in attracting attention when she shouted again.

Seeing that Jane was not sitting still, she addressed her.

"You too."

After a few seconds of staring, Jane took her place with a hateful look, lifted Toby out of his place and sat down next to Nina.

When Clockwork realized that the situation had finally calmed down, she decided it was time to scold Jeff. So she dragged him into the hallway again and pinched his arm.

"And for you. I was only gone for like two seconds, how the fuck did you have two people attack you!?"

"What can I say, I have a wild charm. Women can't resist me."

When Jeff said this, Clockwork took a deep breath.

"Ugh. Just do what I say and keep your mouth shut."

"You can't give me orders!"

" Of course I can."

This was technically correct.

Although Jeff is definitely friends with her, he wouldn't want to get on the bad side of Clockwork. 

He bowed his head forward, curtsied in an exaggerated way of greeting.

"Ladies first."

Clockwork would have hit him over the head for it any other time, but she didn't want to make the angry crowd even more angry.

"Thank you, jerk."

When she came to the stage, she looked at the people who were looking at her.

"I wish you all something like thanks for coming."

She saw Zero instantly raise her hand in the air in an excited attitude.

Her second stupid friend was being a fool again.

Perhaps it would be good for her to think about her friends again after this meeting.

"Put your hand down Zero, we're not getting any questions yet."

"Bullshit!"

"Shut up."

She walked in front of the white board, hung the drawing of the hearted Masky on the board in her hand.

Although Masky wanted to react to this, he didn't do anything because Hoodie was holding him.

"Yeah, where was I? Well, as you all know, we have a big problem."

Ben shouted from somewhere behind.

"Drug shortage?"

"No- why would we be in a drug shortage, Ben?"

Shrugging his shoulders, the blonde ghost again directed his attention to pushing the seat of the person in front of him.

This time, Ann, who was sitting in the front row again, spoke in a very serious tone.

"Medical equipment."

"It's not- Wait what?"

Clockwork couldn't stop him, she had nothing to do before Jeff intervened, but damn it, she could try!

"Shit, if we don't have medical stuff, what happens when someone gets injured?"

Clockwork would suffer the regret of not having tried it forever when she put her head on pillow before going to sleep.

"My brother is right for the first time in his life, we need to renew our medical supply as soon as possible."

Clockwork has been annoyed by Liu for as long as she can remember. It wasn't exactly the bit thing she could step on, she just didn't like him.

"Cut the fancy words, pretty boy, and listen me."

Stepping on the stage again, she pointed to the drawing of the hearted Masky with the magic wand-like object in his hand.

"Well, it looks like we're missing a lot things, but there's something more important than all of them. Jeff, will you take this honor?"

Jeff suddenly shouted.

"We're moneyless, bitches!"

Cody broke the barely achieved silence and asked a question.

"How can we live if we have no money?"

Hoodie called out to the boy in the gas mask from the wall, where Masky was leaning next to him.

"Speak for yourself, kid, I have."

"And you told me you had no money!"

"Because you wanted to invest all my money in a damn ant farm!"

"Ants are a very important experiment tools!"

When Jeff shouted in a meaningful way, it was a big shock for everyone.

"Silence!"

Even Clockwork couldn't hide her surprise.

"Wow, Jeff-"

"Go on."

Clockwork continued to speak after clearing her throat.

"There is no need to worry just because we have no money. We've found a way to fix it."

"Fix it, fix it, fix it..."

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just making echo for making you more effective."

Clock-eyed teenager took a deep breath and put her hand to her forehead.

"It's not how- You know what? Do what you want, I don't care."

And Helen, perhaps for the first time since his arrival, looked up from his drawing.

"And what is this ingenious idea, I wonder?"

"Simple."

"For some reason, I have a bad feeling about all of this."

Jeff shouted out quite suddenly, using all his strength.

"We're gonna organize duck races and bet on them!"

"Yippee!"

Sally was the only one who was happy about it.

And Masky is the one who is the most unhappy.

"Oh fucking God, please kill me."

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Episode 2: The Visionary

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✎ summary: In an era where it's uncommon for women to wear pants, how will small-town seamstress (l/n) (y/n) realize her dream of designing pants for women?

The next afternoon comes, and you arrive on time for Azuki Hanyu's fashion show. You notice that the items on the boutique's first floor have been removed, replaced by chairs lined up on both sides of the room. You take your seat on the second row as promised, watching the models walk down the spiral staircase from the second floor. They strike a few poses to show off their new dresses.

After the finale, as the model wearing the silk evening gown you mended walks off the stage, Hanyu heads out to thank the audience. He says his usual thanks for arriving at the fashion show as well as saying his appreciation. The guests stand up and applaud enthusiastically for at least three minutes straight. The guests congratulate Hanyu one by one even after the show ended.

You wait politely until they finish before approaching him. "Congratulations, Hanyu-san. The show was a great success."

"Well now, look who it is!" Hanyu lets out a laugh. "The clever girl who came to my rescue in my hour of need!" He says as he takes two glasses of red wine from the server's tray and passes one to you. "Cheers!"

"Cheers." You both clink glasses before taking your small sip. Hanyu is obviously still very excited and downs his glass in one swallow. "Tell me, young (l/n). Where did you acquire such delicate needlework skills?" How have I never met you before?" He asks you.

"Oh, I'm not from Star City." You answer him. "I was born and raised in the Red District, and I would help my mother mend clothing." You look down at your glass. "When my parents died, I was sent to my grandparents. I learned the needlework skills from them, and also from the Sano Family."

Hanyu nods in approval. "No ordinary seamstress could do what you have done. You have extraordinary talent."

"I had a lot of practice." You simply say. "I did help mend the clothing and comforters. And to top it off, my grandpa would always say 'No work, no food'."

"Great designers must first be great tailors. You have completed the prerequisites." Hanyu complements. You just look up at him, nodding. You were pretty good with a needle and thread, as well as sewing machines. "But I don't want to sew for someone else for the rest of my life. I have my own design ideas." You tell him.

Hanyu's smile disappears, but he has an eyebrow raised. "Do you, now? Go on."

You take deep breaths in your mind before saying this as calmly as possible. "I want to design formal pants for women."

Hanyu frowns. "Come again?"

You take a deep breath again. "I want to make ladies' pants. I want them to have the option of wearing dresses or pants when they leave the house."

Hanyu puts down his glass on a nearby table. "I must be feeling tipsy..."

You didn't let that faze you. "Dresses are beautiful, but they're... not really a convenient option for every situation. When women work in the fields, they have tie their dresses in a bulky knot to make sure there's no stain and such. When women take long train rides they have to keep their legs closed the whole time, even if it's uncomfortable."

You were determined to let Hanyu see this through. "Even in war, female soldiers are forced to wear skirts. Don't we want them to run faster when the bullets are flying?"

You let your thoughts spill out in one breath. You look at Hanyu nervously when you were finished speaking. You were hoping that this one opportunity would work. Every fashion brand turned you down every time you would speak of making women's pants.

Hanyu's mouth twists into a mocking smile. "Oh please, modern women already live in the best possible era. Since the end of the war seven years ago, both hemlines and sleeves have been shortened like never before." He takes another glass of wine from one of the trays. "Women can even dance in clubs like men, showing off their calves and arms. If anyone tried that thirty years ago, they would've been arrested."

"I know that women have a little more freedom than they used to when it comes to clothing, but I think they can have even more freedom." You added.

Hanyu scoffs. "Only women who do hard labor wear overalls like men. Why don't you ask another woman?" Or do they want to wear pretty little dresses while they bake pretty little cakes and drink pretty little glasses of chilled orange juice?"

You felt uncomfortable with his mockery, but you were standing your ground. "That's why I want to design beautiful pants. Pants as beautiful as dresses. And I'm not saying every women has to wear them, but they should be given the option."

Hanyu examines you without saying a word. Finally, he speaks, "May I ask what's your current job?"

You felt your heart sank. "I'm a singer at the Mad Rabbit."

"When given the choice of a sexy dress and a modest pair of pants... women won't want the pants. Men won't want the women to wear pants, either." Hanyu shakes his head, disappointed. "To think, just an hour ago I was still wondering why on earth a girl with your skills wasn't already working in the fashion industry. It turns out it's not because you don't want to, but because you can't." He sneers. "You're an amateur who doesn't understand the market."

'This is the same as every other time.' You tried to keep your chin up, but it was hard to do so when the result you wanted didn't happen again. You feel your heart plunge, drowning in the heavy atmosphere of the room.

"Time to wake up, daydreamer." Hanyu flicks your forehead. "This little chat is over."

You hold your forehead as Hanyu leaves to talk with the rest of the staff. Seeing as you don't have any reason to stay, you leave the studio, dejected.

You didn't know how you managed to get to the Red Rabbit, but when you did you manage to put on a clean set of clothes. Your simple, layered top with golden embroidery of the sleeves along with your handmade pants made you feel slightly better, but you were still disappointed.

"Start rehearsing, (y/n)," You hear Dormouse say once you finish dressing up. "Don't cause any more trouble tonight."

"...okay." You say, letting out a sigh.

"If you screw up again--" "You'll dock me a week's pay." You cut him off, knowing the consequence. Dormouse only smiles mockingly, patting your shoulder. "I'm glad you know that. Now get going!"

You watch dormouse walking away satisfied as you slump down on the couch. "(y/n)?" You look up in seeing Emma, her arms crossed as she looks at you worriedly. "Why do you look ten years older than you did yesterday?" She asks you.

You look away. "Mitsuya got me a chance to meet the Azuki Hanyu. Do you know about him?"

"Of course I know him." Emma rolls her eyes. "He's the only one with tinted glasses whose dresses cost two houses."

"I told him about my design concept about women's pants, but he just..." You trail off, not wanting to say anything further.

Emma laughs. "I thought you got used to rejection long ago."

"Emma, it's not funny." You look up at her again, showing a look of discomfort.

Emma sighs. "Okay, okay. No more jokes. Please get up, sweetheart..." She shows a look of concern.

"I'm so tired." You admit.

"You have to get up." Emma says sternly. You give in, standing up listlessly. The blond only hugs you gently, smelling her rose perform as she pats your back. "First, stand back up as soon as you can when you fall." She starts to say, comforting you. "Second, no matter what happens... you'll always have me by your side."

"Emma..." You mood lightens, smiling at her comforting words.

"Good." Emma laughs a little, breaking the hug. "Now let's talk about you getting married."

"Come again?" You look at her, surprised.

"I've been thinking about this a lot." Emma puts her hands on her waist. "You can't sing here anymore. Dormouse is just squeezing the life out of us just for a few more tips. I don't mind staying up all night, but that's not the case for you."

You didn't like where this was going. "So...?"

"So, I'm finding you a wonderful husband. He'll keep you fed and you can design all the pants you want." Emma says casually.

You shake your head. "Emma, I'm not interested in your marks."

"(y/n), you still remember how unhappy our parents were, right?" Emma asks you. You look back on it, remembering the looks on your parents' faces... they loved each other a lot, but they were struggling. Which led them to numerous arguments and eventually... well, their passing.

"I can stay single for the rest of my life if I have to." You say coolly. "I won't spend my life with someone unless I really love them. No matter how poor I am, I can always earn enough money to buy fabric."

Emma shakes her head, but she was smiling. "You're losing your voice, but you're still going on about your cloth, scissors, and sewing machine."

"Of course!" You exclaim. "Fashion is my passion!"

You let out a cough at that. Emma pats your back, helping you breathe. "Forget it, I don't want to argue with you. Go back to your loft and rest. I'll tell Dormouse you're taking the day off."

You walk back down to your small loft downtown Star City, where rent is cheapest. The roof leaks and the power goes out all the time, but you put a lot of effort into decorating the place.

You bought yourself a secondhand table, a secondhand sewing machine, and a lamp with a hole in the shade at the flea market. Some of your old design drafts were pasted over the hole in the lampshade. Whenever you would turn on the lamp, your designs for women's pants are illuminated.

'How do I describe my feelings...? Have I finally suffered so many disappointments that I have given up? Is this peaceful feeling... resignation...?'

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. You reach the door in less than five steps. You only see a familiar lilac-hair male, wearing his pajamas. "How did it go with Hanyu-san?" He asks you.

"Terribly." You answer dryly.

"...sorry." Mitsuya pats your back. "Do you... do you want to talk about it?"

You let Mitsuya inside of your loft, and you begin to tell him about Azuki Hanyu's criticism and how Emma is trying to find a customer to marry you. Mitsuya just listens attentively, and only speaks when you finish. "What do you think of Emma's plan?"

"In our society, most women would choose a suitable marriage partner as soon as possible... only poor women go out to work." You say bitterly. "But I'm not marrying some random man and become his dependent... I'm afraid that designing and making clothes will just be playing house to him."

"Emma knows you won't consider her suggestion. I know that, too." Mitsuya says.

"What... what do you mean?" You ask, looking at him.

Mitsuya stares back at you. "Emma called to tell me about you. Don't get mad at her for saying things like that. She's just worried about you." He pats your back. "And I'm here to listen. Maybe you can vent some of your frustration on me."

"I know." You smile a little. "No one cares more about me than you and Isadora."

"Take this." Mitsuya hands you a train ticket. You look at him, surprised. "A train ticket to Sapphire Island?"

"Like Emma said, you can't continue working at the Mad Rabbit." Mitsuya advises. "It pays well, but at the cost your energy. You don't have enough time to focus on designing. And it's taking a toll on your health. It's not worth it."

"I know that, but why would I go to Sapphire Island?" You ask curiously.

"You need a vacation." Mitsuya says with a smile.

"That word isn't in my dictionary, Mitsuya." You tell him.

"You can add it in now." Mitsuya persuaded. "A monotonous life... it traps people inside it. It's like a transparent box. You can't see it, but it suffocates you just the same." He urges you to keep the train ticket in your hands. "Friends help friends get free of the box whenever they can."

"This vacation will cost me half a year's savings." You say, shaking your head.

"You said you wanted to visit this island, since it's where art is originated." Mitsuya reminded. "Don't worry about the money, I've already paid the hotel through an agent."

"Where... did you get the money?" You eye him suspiciously.

Mitsuya shakes his head. "Don't worry about that. All you have to do is enjoy your vacation and get some inspiration. When you're fully relaxed and inspired, come back and get a new job."

You stare at the ticket before looking back at Mitsuya. You had to admit, Mitsuya has a convincing way with words. But he was right. If you lose your health and dreams... you wouldn't have anything left. Not to mention that you know Mitsuya is frugal. He either borrowed money or asked for an advance on his salary. Besides, it would be selfish to use his means of sustenance.

"I'll take the vacation." You tell him. "But, I insist on paying it for myself."

Mitsuya laughs a little. "Fine. I respect your wishes. And remember," He then pulls you into a hug. "You're not a daydreamer. You're a visionary."

You hug him back. Mitsuya normally smelled of paint, but this time he smelled of cinnamon-scented perfume. When he pulls away, he pats your head. "Have a good night's sleep."

Once Mitsuya leaves the room, you grip the train ticket lightly and cheer yourself on.

This visionary is going to Sapphire Island!

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