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marleyybluu · 1 year

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Truth or Drink 2

Pedro x fem!reader

WC: 1.4k

omg not her posting another Pedro one after she said she wouldn't for a while... not sorry

Same spots. Same interview but under different circumstances. The makeup artist added the finishing touches to your face. Pedro was in awe of you as usual like a smitten kitten, love was written all over his face. You could feel it, you didn't even have to ask if he was looking at you. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He innocently shrugged. You rolled your eyes.

The two of you were invited back for another segment of Truth or Drink but this time it was no movie promotion, though you two had separate projects going on, this was about your blossoming relationship. Since the last interview, you and Pedro had finally confessed your feelings to each other and it'd been a blissful ride ever since.

A whole year of surprise dates, endless compliments and kisses, whenever he touched you it made bumps form on your skin as if every time was the first. You too had never loved anyone the way you loved Pedro, you would do anything for him and you made sure he knew that. The makeup was done and soon it was time to record, you were a bit more nervous for this one because the crew had told you guys these questions would be different.

"You guys ready?"

"As always," Pedro answered. The cameraman counted down and pointed for you two to begin, but neither of you said anything. "Am I doing it first this time?" You asked. "By all means."

You blushed and looked at the camera. "Hello, I am YN YLN and this is my... boyfriend Pedro Pascal-" He uttered a giggle and covered his mouth soon after. You laughed hiding behind your hands, this interview might be more chaotic than the last one.

"What do you guys notice about this interview?"

"We didn't have to write our own questions." You answered. "We have pulled questions from various sources. Instagram, Twitter and even people you two are close to."

Pedro playfully frowned. "Shit."

"Same rules apply. You ask, you either say the truth or drink, and you can go ahead with a starter shot."

Pedro picked the drink this time, pouring his and about to pour yours until you stopped him. "Can I have this one, please? I asked them to get me this one." You politely informed pointing to the bottle in the middle. He shrugged pouring your shot and closing back the bottle before placing it back with the others, just like the last time you raised your glasses with a little nod and, "Salud." Once your drinks were down you asked the first question. "Where did you take me on our first date?"

Easy.

He became giggly all over again. "So, you've always said that you hate restaurants as a first date, too bland, too formal, so I booked out an entire arcade for the both of us and we were in there for hours."

You proudly nodded. "Best date ever."

"Good, I'm glad." He blushed. It was his turn to ask. He cleared his throat. "Do we have any pet names for each other?"

You winked. "You love my pet names. I call you Pedrito, Pookie, baby, love... papi Pascal." And judging by his reaction, that might be his favourite one. "My names for her are in Spanish though. So I'll call her mi amor, mi corazon, bébé... I think I'm missing one."

"Cariño." You added. "Oh yeah, she's my cariño."

You leaned back in your chair reading the next question. "What do you like about me, physically? Oh lord." Pedro rubbed his hands together and laughed menacingly, you hid behind your cards knowing he'll say the obvious answer. "Your boobs."

"Alright, interview over."

"No, no, no... relaaax." He played along. "I mean I do like your boobs, but, your eyes do it for me. They're so big and pretty and wondrous, they allow me to look into such a kind loving soul that puts up with me and my antics."

You pouted. "Aww,"

"Boobs are a close second though." He added. "I love your smile the most. When you smile or laugh your eyes close and it's the cutest fucking thing, your entire face lights up too and I could just squish you." You cooed.

You two continued your string of questions, so far nothing was asked that made you want to drink but you still took shots in between for entertainment and the fact that it's free liquor who was passing that up? The first round of questions, you were informed, were mostly from fans and that this round was from close friends and family so it was definitely about to get risqué. You sighed. "Do you think we have enough sex?"

Pedro beamed. "I think we may have too much for people with such busy schedules."

"Are you guys saying you do it whenever and wherever you can?"

You two nodded. "Have you ever done it at a movie premiere or something?"

He reached for the bottle and poured, both of your attempts at keeping a straight face were slowly failing, until you let out a snort that triggered Pedro's. You clinked glasses before taking the shot. "Do you think we'd last if we got married?" Pedro asked. You scrunched up your face, what a ridiculous question. "Of course. You are the most caring and kind person I've ever met, the way you treat me is insane, I've never had anyone love me the way you do," Your voice broke and your eyes burned, you fanned your face and giggled nervously. "Got me crying on camera and shit."

Pedro reached over grabbing your free hand, soothing you by caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. "You know I love you, mama."

"I know." You pouted. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much more." You rolled your eyes gently hitting his arm with the cards, he always had to get the last 'I love you.' He flashed that cute smile that made you melt 100 times over. "Come here," You didn't take even a second thought before getting up to sit on his lap, you rested your head on top of his while he held you close. "How long did it take you guys to say I love you?" One of the crew asked. "Three months," Pedro chuckled. "Truthfully I wanted to say it sooner."

You nodded. "Me too."

Last question. You had a surprise that came with this one. "Are you excited to be a new dad?"

The question didn't really register just yet. "Of course I am. I can't wait for us to start a family one day, and to have another cute face to wake up to. I mean I think maybe I'd wait until I could take a break and then that way I could spend all my time taking care of... wait."

It hit. "Am I excited to be a new dad? But we don't... you're not..."

Pedro bit his lip. "Are you pregnant?"

You reached into your back pocket and pulled out a folded picture of your first ultrasound. He broke. "YN... you're joking."

"I am not," You leaned in and pointed to the little dot. "That little peanut is ours."

Pedro sat speechless which was a rare occasion for him, he took the picture in his hand really trying to comprehend that he assisted in creating another life, that in just nine short months he'd get the one thing he deeply craved, that he yearned for. His own family.

He smiled as a tear slipped from his eye. You wiped it away kissing his temple. "Wait, so what have you been drinking?"

"Diluted apple juice," You answered, you turned the camera and pointed. "Which fucking sucks by the way so my faces were real."

The crew laughed. Pedro still stared at the photo, you rested your head on top of his. "You didn't answer my question. Truth or drink, are you excited to be a dad?"

"Of course, I'm fucking excited," He looked up at you, you pecked his lips. "Thank you," He whispered. "I love you." You whispered back.

"I love you more," He turned to the crew. "I guess the next time you see us we'll have another drinker in the mix." He joked. "Last time we ended this video as a potential couple and this one we are soon to be parents."

"When we come back we'll be married. I promise you that." He hinted. The cameras cut, the crew applauded and congratulated you two. Pedro grabbed your stuff and held them for you as you walked off-set. It's weird to think one little interview that involved a few shots would lead you to where you are now completely and utterly in love.

yes i made him a dad again. yes i warned yall i do this

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silvervioletvalentine · 1 year

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Love is the way you…

Pairing: Max Verstappen X Cherrie!

Word count: 7k

Summary: in which she’s an unbothered, boss bitch. He’s just madly in love with her. As simple as that.

Max look over at his girlfriend with a unimpressed look on his face as she stumbled up onto the rooftop to where their interview was being filmed, a bottle of half empty wine hanging loosely in her hand as she waved at him lazily , completely unbothered by how late she was.

He looked pointedly at his watch , leaning back into the couch that had been placed in the middle of the rooftop just for them, having been sat there with a apologetic smile being given to the filming crew around him with each minute that passed by with his girlfriend not arriving.

He cursed at himself for telling her the actual time of the interview, knowing that he should have lied and told her that it was an hour before , to give her time to be late only to arrive on time . He wasn't surprised at all and If he didn't know her so well he would have thought that she was unable to actually tell the time because in all of their time together . She had never once arrived to anything on time.

He didn't know if it was because she simply didn't care or if she just did it just to piss him off , knowing that he liked to do things on the dot. That he hated being late to literally anything.

So it was only his luck that he fell in love with a woman who could not give a single shit about anything , in fact, he didn't think that she had ever followed a single rule in her entire life.

If you told her not to do something, she would do it.

You told her not to pick up that spider? She’d pick it up and chase him around their house with it while he screeched in fear like a little girl.

If He told her to take the short cut to where ever they were going, she’d take all the back fields and make him suffer the long way instead. Because she Simply found annoying people amusing, that was it.

Actually now that he thought about it , the first time that they had met at a party she had told him that she would only be a minute. That she was just going to get a drink and to wait for her in the kitchen .

She had been gone for an hour until she came back with a casual grin and not even a single apology falling from her mouth, simply telling him that she didn't like the booze that the party was offering, holding up a bottle of fancy whiskey that she had ran off to buy from the liquor store instead.

Max should have known then what he was getting himself into but one look at her beautiful face had him in a daze. Still did. The affect that she had on him was absolutely pathetic.

But he wouldn’t change a thing. Because his life would be boring and bland without her. Like chicken without any spices.

He needed her. Just as much as she needed him. (Which meant that he needed her for him to feel happy and at home . She needed him to reverse the car for her and pay off her fines for speeding and parking incorrectly.) but still. They were in love.

And well , here they were , two years later. About to do an interview about their relationship that his girlfriend has turned up late to. Again.

Really, it was only right. A full circle moment for them. In fact. He might have been worried if she had shown up On time.

That just wasn’t who she was.

"What happened to 'just going to say hello to your friend and that you'd only be a minute'?" He questioned her with a knowing look on his face, shuffling over on the couch so that she could sit next to him.

Admiring the tiny shorts and cut up redbull shirt that she was wearing with his number and name on the back , her pierced nipples and pierced belly button shining underneath of the sun proudly as she strutted over to him in her six inch heels , smirking down at him lazily.

The definition of a hot mess. Max wondered how he got so lucky. She was way out of his league and he knew it.

"It turned into a emergency brunch. Her boyfriend cheated on her! that absolute cunt!" She gossiped to him, throwing her little handbag down and kicking off her heels too. Curling herself up on the couch beside him and offering him the half drunken bottle of wine in her hand.

Max gently took it from her and set it aside. Hiding a amused smirk.

No doubt she had been having bottomless mimosas for lunch, she didn't need anymore wine as well. Otherwise he would be carrying her home again.

He looked at her in slight shock , eyes widening at the sudden information she was giving to him.

"No way! How did she find out?" He rushed out, eyes never leaving her pretty face, both of them oblivious to the crew around them that were watching the two of them gossip together like teenagers in amusement.

Cherrie scoffed loudly , pulling a disgusted face. "She found them in her bed! He was shagging her best friend the whole time!" She exclaimed loudly, still in shock from how her day had gone.

Max gasped , mouth dropping open in disbelief. "No! That bitch! I always knew something was off about her." He told her seriously , untucking a piece of her hair from where it had gotten tangled in her necklace.

Cherrie just hummed In agreement , the two having have a lot of gossip sessions and pillow talk about about how shady they thought people were.

They were the most judgmental couple around and they didn't give a single shit either. Max has found out that one of Charles’s engineers had slept with one of his friends, Cherrie had been the first one to find out about it.

Max had hid behind the Ferrari lounge and rang his girlfriend as soon as he overhead the news. Whisper shoutout down the phone to her about how ‘she was not going to believe what he had just heard!’.

Cherrie had successfully turned him into a gossip and max enjoyed every single second of it. Because his girlfriend knew everything about everyone. Even the things that she shouldn’t know at all.

She did. So max did too. Because they were the dream team and the first thing the two of them did when they heard some juicy gossip , was call each other up to tell the other about it dramatically.

They had dirt on everyone.

"I know! So I told her that I'd slash his tires and help her egg his house-" she casually started to tell him of her revengeful plan, leaning back into the couch to get comfortable.

Max paused at that and looked at her warily , frowning in disapproval. "No you're not! You're already not allowed within a ten miles of your friends other ex boyfriend after what you did last time! You can't keep collecting restraining orders like this baby!" He reminded her seriously .

They had a folder at home of all the people that she wasn't allowed near . And all the clubs and bars she was banned from too.

Because his girlfriend was a little shit who was insanely protective of those that she loved and she also believed in karma , karma being her fist being shoved into someone's face and her slashing the tires of assholes cars that had broken her friends heart.

She meant business and max respected that. But he also wanted his girlfriend to not be arrested , he would miss her too much if she went too far and got herself locked up.

She never knew where to draw the like between wrong and criminally wrong.

So max had to remind her every so often so that she didn’t get into too much trouble.

Cherrie groaned at the reminder , rolling her eyes with a huff . "Fine. Will you do it for me then?" She looked at him expectantly , blinking at him with her long lashes and pretty eyes.

Max sighed loudly , looking away from her before he caved in.

It should be illegal for her to look at him like that. Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful? It really wasn’t fair to him when he was trying to tell her no.

“No! I'm not getting involved again Cherrie! The guy caught me last time and I had a black eye for weeks!"

There was a short pause before Cherrie pouted at him prettily , nudging his shoulder gently. "But he called me a evil bitch-" she told him with a small knowing smirk tugging at her lips .

Max's head snapped back to her, his eyes narrowing as his body stiffened in anger .

“I'll sort him out then. Don't worry about it." He murmured to her, quickly changing his mind about staying out of her drama , already planning on breaking the guys nose for speaking to the love of his life like that.

Max was the only one that was allowed to call her an evil bitch (affectionately) not some dickhead who couldn't keep his dick in his pants.

Her drama was now his drama. Her problems were his too. That was true love.

"Thank you baby!" She beamed at him smugly , wrapping her arm around his neck to give him a kiss. Max leaning into her and eagerly kissing her back , smiling contently against her lips as he tasted her strawberry limp balm. His favourite.

The two of them only pulled away when there was a loud clearing of a throat, looking over to their amused interviewer sheepishly.

"Can we get started now?" He asked them, grinning as he took a seat in front of them. The cameras already trained on the couple that most people couldn't believe actually worked out.

Max blushed subtly , laughing a little as he nodded his head and gave the crew a apologetic glance.

Cherrie not giving a single shit, she merely smiled at them and gave them all a polite wave of her freshly manicured hand.

"This is going to be a bit of a invasive one. Some not so nice questions. Is there anything you didn't want to talk about?" He asked them , having already informed them that this was a unfiltered interview for their channel.

Cherrie just laughed , shrugging carelessly. "ask whatever you want. I'll even give you a play by play script of how we fuck-"

Max smacked his hand over her mouth with a nervous laugh. "No you won't! Behave!" He scolded her in amusement . Smacking the back of her head lightly . Knowing that she was only half joking too.

Max had once overheard her on the phone to Pierre , still stark naked after wrestling with him in the sheets the whole night. He had been left to watch her in disbelief , still breathless from the hours of fucking, as she called up her friend and asked him to bring them some more condoms over because they weren’t done.

Max had been forced to waddle over to their front door with her tiny , silky dressing gown wrapped around his body. Neck covered in hickeys and eyes still glazed, too fucked out to even be embarrassed by the amused laugh pierre had gave him when he saw the state he was in.

He had gotten used to her being a blabber mouth. His girlfriend was not the one that you told your secrets to because you could guarantee that the whole group chat would find out within the hour.

But he loved her anyways. She may have been a gobshite but she was his gobshite.

Cherrie just smirked at him mischievously, leaning into his side a little more as she got comfortable. Giving them the green light to start the interview.

They answered a few simple questions about their relationship first , about how they met and how long they had been together before the questions finally got interesting.

She could feel max tense beside her , meanwhile Cherrie had never felt more relaxed in her life .

"There's a lot of people online that accuse you of only being with him to use him for his money. How do you feel about that?" He asked her.

Now most people would get upset over the fact that his fans would think of her as some goldigging whore , but not Cherrie.

She simply grinned and let out a amused laugh, completely unbothered.

She knew that she was the shit and that others were just jealous that she had what they couldn't have. It was a little pathetic really but she honestly didn't give a single shit to what some stranger thought of her.

Why would she? They meant nothing to her. She didn't know them and they didn't know her . They just judged her from a few pictures of her , that was their opinion and they could have that.

Just like she could have her own. There was a reason why she was so popular after all. A controversial, boss bitch. Some would call her.

She embraced it all. Who gave a fuck? Not her!

"I mean, I feel a little bit annoyed because it's not true at all. I'm not using him for his money, I have plenty of my own.." she told the camera with a small smirk , glancing at max who was already biting back a grin at her mischievous eyes .

“I'm actually using him for his sexy body. I wish people would get it right!" She exclaimed , tutting and shaking her head scornfully.

Max burst into laughter, his cheeks flushing pink as he shoved her away from him playfully . The both of them giggling like little kids, not seeing the shocked looks that they were being given.

No one used to seeing max so carefree and happy, taken aback by how lighthearted and carefree he was acting with her. So used to seeing him being so serious and rarely ever laughing.

It was a startling surprise to see him burying his face into cherries shoulder in a fit of giggles, her hand buried in his hair as she lightly scratched at his scalp absentmindedly, grinning to herself smugly. Completely comfortable with her. Clearly in love.

"Yeah! I mean- she loves my hidden eight pack! And my big guns.." he was snickering as he flexed his arms jokingly , grinning down at her in pure amusement. "It's all she ever wants! It's why I'm always so tired." He joked , unable to stop laughing.

Cherrie giggled along with him, tucking her knees up into the couch and resting her arms on them , putting her chin on them lazily as she wiggled her eyebrows at the camera suggestively.

"Oh yeah..." she drawled out , smirking. "All I want is sex, sex and even more sex! He gets home from winning a race and I'm just like - get on the bed with your ass straight up in the air!" She continued to joke, snorting to herself . Reaching over his knees to grab at her bottle of wine again.

Uncapping it and quickly taking a sip, she offered the bottle to max again.

This time he took it and had a big gulp from the bottle giving in , still grinning with tears of laughter in his eyes, his face bright red from her casual words.

"She's incredibly easy to buy gifts for because I am the gift. I just put a bow on myself and she goes crazy! She's obsessed with me!" He told them with a forced straight face , lips twitching as he tried to calm himself down again.

Cherrie side eyed him with a smirk "I am? Who cried when I went away with my friends for the weekend?" She taunted him slyly.

Max paused at that , bashfully looking away from her in slight embarrassment.

He had in fact bawled like a little baby by the second day that she was gone .

He just wasn’t used to it. He couldn’t stand to be away from her for very long . She was his light , his happiness. If he had it his way, he would drag her around with him everywhere. Everyone else could fuck themselves.

She was the only one he wanted to see when he won a race. And the only one he wanted when he lost one too.

She was his person. He wasn’t ashamed of the fact that her love had turned him into a clingy fool. Because he knew that she liked it.

And his girlfriend wasn’t much better either. She had once emailed him a plane ticket after they had been fighting, leading to a few days of stubborn silent treatment , demanding that he come home so that she could ignore him in their house instead. Still wanting him near even when they were arguing.

Something that they rarely did. And even when they did fight , it was usually max that caved and apologised first .

He couldn’t live without her. That much was obvious to him.

She was his best friend.

He shrugged a little sheepishly "I don't like you not being around. I don't really like hanging out with anyone else." He muttered honestly, blushing.

The man looked between them with a grin , amazed at how different max was with Cherrie by his side. It was as though he was witnessing a completely different man!

"Would you say that you two are friends too then?" He curiously asked them. Loving the way they behaved so comfortably with each other. Able to tease and joke around without any feelings being hurt.

"Best friends." Max corrected him quickly , smiling at her. "She's the only person that I can a hundred percent be myself with. And she doesn't judge me because she also bat shit crazy too." He told him simply.

Cherrie nodded along proudly, grinning at the camera. "I am." She agreed, completely unbothered by what a menace she was.

Max knew that she was a little unhinged , and he loved her for it.

"And max, what was your first impression of Cherrie?"

Max looked over at her with a shy grin , laughing bashfully at the knowing look she was giving him.

"I thought she was beautiful.." he tilted his head a little in thought "and scary. I remember just looking at her and thinking 'holy shit!'. I was so scared to talk to her but at the same time that was all I wanted to do.." he admitted , fidgeting with his fingers. Feeling cherries hand slide across his back and trace her name between his shoulders gently.

She laughed lightly at the memory of the first night they met .

"I don't think you would have ever talked to me if I didn't do it first. You're lucky that I'm not shy otherwise you'd still be gaping at me from a distance!" She teased him, hugging his waist and kissing his shoulder fondly.

Max rolled his eyes at her, chuckling . "I would have.." at her disbelieving look he caved instantly

“okay.. maybe it would have took me a while.."

Their interviewer laughed "so you approached him first then?"

Cherrie nodded her head casually, the more confident one out is the two of them.

Some would call her arrogant. She would agree. She was a little shit but so was max .

That was why they worked so well together.

"yeah I kinda had to. He was just staring at me the whole night , he looked like he had been shot with Cupid's arrow. I felt a little sorry for him." She told them in amusement. Still feeling smug from the effect she had always had on him.

Max scoffed at her, giving her a little push. "Hey! I wasn't that bad' I was just ya know..." he shrugged helplessly "what else was I supposed to do? I had just seen the most beautiful woman in the world.. my brain just completely switched off!" He defended himself weakly.

Knowing that there was no point denying it. He was head over boots in love with her.

He always had been.

Cherrie awed at him with a cheeky grin on her face, nudging his shoulder with hers teasingly .

“He knows just what to say to get himself laid!" She wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively.

He buried his red face into his hands with a load groan . Muttering nonesense, completely flustered by her. Even now. She never failed to make him feel like a nervous schoolboy with a crush.

Max didn't think the butterflies were ever going to fade away. She was the love of his life and he had never believed in all that lovey dovey shit until he met her.

But he knew that she was the one. She was his best friend and partner until the end. He didn't know what he would do without her craziness and her bad ideas.

She made him so happy and to him that was all that mattered.

The man asked another question "a few of the drivers have said that you humble max. Do you think that's true?"

Cherrie hummed thoughtfully, tilting her head a little . "Maybe but not about his racing. He's a arrogant little shit but he deserves to be because he's one of the best... it's more in the way that he knows not to act like he's better than me .." she tried to find the right words to explain what she meant.

Max was leaning his head against his fist as he gazed at her, waiting patiently for her answer . Giving her thigh an encouraging squeeze.

"It's like- when he pisses me off and gets too big headed about himself I just remind him that I've got footballers and actors , billionaires and rockstars in my dm's so.." she shrugged slyly, smirking at her boyfriend who was shaking his head at , exasperated.

"I just tell him that if he leaves the toilet seat up one more time .. or if he even thinks of missing a single date night or anniversary.. I'm telling them I'm single. I can find myself a new man within seconds.. just because he has me now doesn't mean he can't lose me.." she told them seriously , confidently.

Knowing her own worth and not afraid to remind him of it.

"Some guys stop putting in the effort as soon as they've got you into the bed. But that's how the love dies out and the resentment grows. You don't stop buying her flowers and telling her how beautiful she is to you. So many guys get too comfortable and end up losing what they had from their laziness and arrogance." She mused , fiddling with the diamond tennis bracelet around her wrist that max had gotten her last week just because he had thought it would look pretty with her new nails.

Max had never stopped putting in effort. He still bought her flowers ever two weeks . He always complimented her and made sure she knew how much he adored her and how lucky he was to have her and that was why it worked so well.

Their love was only growing stronger by the day because both of them never stopped putting in the effort, a relationship was a two way street.

And even now , nearly three years later. Max couldn't look at her without blushing. Couldn't help but stammer over his words when she got dressed up just for him.

He still looked at her like she was his own personal god. It was a nice feeling.

They were in love and if max had it his own way, they were going to stay that way forever.

"That's true." Max agreed quietly , smiling at her gently.

“Never underestimate a woman's worth because she will leave and find someone better."

Cherrie nodded proudly at him, having trained him up right . "amen! If max ever fucks me over then I'll just fuck his best friend instead!" She said with a big grin , just to wind him up.

Max's smile dropped as quick as it came . Narrowing his eyes at her with a loud huff . "You had to ruin the moment didn't you?"

She just scoffed at him with a smirk "I can never ruin the moment. I mean-" she motioned to herself smugly "look at me! I am the moment."

Max slowly turned his head to look at the camera like he was in a episode of the office. "And people say I'm the arrogant one!" He scoffed to himself in amusement.

The man laughed and so did the crew before they moved onto yet another question.

The man looked over at cherrie "there's a lot of Criticism about how you dress. How does that make you feel?" He asked her.

Cherrie just shrugged and adjusted her tight, cut up redbull shirt that her boobs were spilling out of. She flicked her hair over her shoulder .

Max running his fingers through the loose curls she had done that morning , admiring her side profile underneath the hot sun.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly took a picture of her, grinning to himself when she gave him a middle finger. He took a picture of her swearing at him too, quickly sending it to their friend groupchat. And telling them that this was what she thought of them.

Snickering at the offended picture charles sent back to him in response.

"I'm not bothered because I have two perfectly working eyes and can see my own reflection. I'm hot as shit and they're just bitter and jealous that they have to pay thousands for their tits and ass while I get all mine for free!" She confidently stated .

She wore whatever the hell she wanted, when she wanted . She was in the prime of her life and if you had it, why not flaunt it? She was proud of her body and unashamed of showing off her skin.

She had big boobs and a big butt , and she loved it. She had been blessed in that department and she wasn't going to let some jealous bitches on the internet ruin her self confidence .

In fact, she didn't think it was possible to. She had built herself up so much over the years that any insult that was hurled her way just went straight over her head.

She preferred to hang out with people that bigged each other up, not tore each other down. Why compare herself to other woman when she was not them? If she was made to look like them, then she would. But she was not.

She was herself. She was curvy in all the right places thanks to her mama.

She was hot and she knew it. Some people would die to look like she did, so why should she have to hide her skin away because some morons sexualised everything?

She could wear a bikini at the beach and because she had big tits and a big ass, she would be called a whore for it . 'That her tits were hanging out!' How scandalous!

She really couldn't give a shit. If they kept giving her shit about it she was going to go to a nudist beach and strip off completely , giving all the jealous bitches the middle finger.

She really was thinking about it. Wondering how she could get her boyfriend in on her shit too.

Max smiled at her in amusement . Eyeing her chest and the piercings pressing through the thin cotton shirt .

He licked his lips, breath hitching at the sight of her "yeah.. she's perfect. And she can wear whatever the hell she wants. And if anyone wants to say differently to our faces.. I'll knock their teeth out." He muttered casually. It was as simple as that two him.

Cherrie lifted her hand up to him, max quickly high-fived her with a supportive grin. Well trained on keeping her happy by now.

She then laughed slyly , slapping Max's bare thigh. "And if anyone looks like a slut it's max in these tiny shorts! Feeling yourself today baby?" She teased him, puckering her lips up for a quick kiss.

He just. smiled at her actions, laughing against her mouth as he gave her a kiss before pulling away. Shoving her head away from him playfully , snorting when she pretended to bite at his fingers. Giggling to herself.

"Totally. You like them? I got them for you." He played along , leaning his thigh towards her teasingly. Stroking his pale leg and pretending to be seductive. Before Breaking off into giggles at the look on her face.

She cackled loudly , patting his thigh with her hand and smirking at him . "Oh yeah, I love them. Can't wait to get em' off!"

A few more questions and then

"Is it true that you got into a fight at a club last weekend?" He asked her curiously.

Cherrie huffed , rolling her eyes in Annoyance just at the reminder of it.

"Yeah. Some asshole said that Max's watch was fake so I decked him. Because that shit is real. and I know it because I fucking bought him it! It's a custom Rolex but that asshole couldn't tell the different between a diamond and plastic! Stupid moron.." She ranted, still pissed off about the whole Incident .

Max hid his grin behind his fist , eyeing his huffy puffy girlfriend in pure amusement .

"You didn't have to punch him though." He muttered to her with a smirk.

Having thoroughly enjoyed her jumping at his defence without any hesitation. It was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed.

He had been ready to put a baby in her right there and then. He hadn’t let her leave their bed all weekend after that.

Cherrie just huffed at him, offended "yes I did. Who did he think he was? He's lucky that's all I did!" She exclaimed, ever the fighter than the lover.

Max just laughed.

"So who would you say wears the pants in your relationship then?" He asked them, already knowing the answer . Anyone that spent five minutes with the couple knew immediately who the boss was.

Max grinned confidently and pointed to himself.

"me." He said loudly , believing it for a moment .

Silence.

Then he cautiously glanced over at his unimpressed girlfriend , taking in the sharp rise of her eyebrow and the pursing of her lips as she looked back at him sternly.

Daring him to even continue with that lie.

He quickly looked back at the camera with a wince "not me." He blurted out hurriedly , quickly changing his mind before she could give him a scolding in front of everyone.

Everyone laughed as he flushed red, sinking down into his seat with a defeated sigh. Cherrie just patting his thigh sympathetically.

It was official. His tough guy reputation was over after this. Their friends were never gonna let him live this down.

"There was some drama over a year ago between the two of you last summer.." the man slyly brought up the unspoken subject that had sent everyone crazy last year. The media had a shit storm with the photos that were released at the time.

Max groaned quietly , already narrowing his eyes over at a sheepish looking Cherrie in annoyance. Hating being reminded of their small blip in the road.

It was the only break in their relationship that the couple had ever had. Two weeks apart before max was a weepy mess at her front door again, begging for her to take him back.

"The pictures showed cherrie and Charles having some fun together on a yacht . I believe you went on holiday together? Is that true?"

Cherrie sighed a little , grinning despite herself. "Yeah. We went to Hawaii. It was a fun time and max and I weren't talking then. So .." she shrugged, unbothered as usual. It was all behind her as far as she was concerned.

It was no big deal. Just teaching max a lesson not to piss her off again.

Max side eyed her judgmentally , still bitter over it.

"We weren't talking because you wouldn't talk to me." He reminded her in a mutter , rolling his eyes.

She just shrugged again "you missed dinner with my parents even though I reminded you a thousand times. You went drinking with the guys instead so.." she looked at him boredly "I had to remind you that I can move on. It's the whole.. don't know what you've got till it's done thing ya know.."

Max looked at her exasperatedly "you just wanted to piss me off! You're evil!" He exclaimed, eyes wide at the cheek she had .

Cherrie just smiled, nodding casually In agreement. "I did and it worked didn't it? You came grovelling back and never missed another dinner with my parents again." She smugly stated, completely unbothered.

A girl had to do what a girl had to do sometimes. Even it is meant making him jealous by cuddling up with his rival on a yacht.

The interviewer chuckled at the look on Max’s face , pulling a face at his girlfriend in disbelief.

“And how did it make you feel seeing them pictures of Charles and Cherrie together max?" He asked him curiously . Hiding his own amused grin.

Max just huffed pissily, flicking at his girlfriends forehead to annoy her . Cherrie slapping his hand away from Her face with narrowed eyes. Daring him to do it again.

He did it again. Even Harder this time.

Smirking to himself like a child when she just rolled her eyes at him and slapped the back of his head in return.

"I wanted to kill him and cry at the same time." He bluntly told them. Being completely honest about how painful It had felt for him to see Charles all cuddled up with the love of his life.

Max had made sure to send Charles a broken

Up ferrari toy in the mail after that. Alongside a box of chocolates filled with laxatives and a nice little note telling him to never touch his girlfriend again.

But still. The two were good friends and max now had to put up with his girlfriends little sleepovers and hangouts with both Charles and Pierre in their house. Side eyeing the two of them the whole night while they got drunk in his garden thanks to cherries own ‘special cocktail’ that was just pure vodka.

Max supposed that he could also call Charles a … friend now too. A reluctant one. One that he had to tolerate because his girlfriend had decided that the Ferrari driver was going to be her new best friend.

The amount of time that he had come home to find the two of them sitting on the floor . Painting each other’s nails and gossiping between each other was ridiculous.

It was so often nice that they had turned their spare room into a bedroom for him now.

But max tolerated it because he loved her. And he also liked listening to the gossip that Charles brought to them too.

It was all his girlfriends fault really. She was the only one to blame for driving him up the wall with her antics all the time.

Cherrie winced a little guiltily "yeah .. not my best idea but .. it worked! Max flew out to take me home , a big vase of roses and a thousand apologies later and we were back to normal." She said to them casually , proud of herself for being so petty.

She then smirked, looking over at max slyly. "Plus you know what they say.. if It doesn't work out with him , it can work out with his rival instead!" She joked , quickly ducking before he could slap her head. Predicting it.

He pulled at her hair instead , sighing loudly at her cheek.

Honestly the nerve she had...

She was so fucking lucky that he loved her so much. Otherwise he might be tempered to leave her crazy ass behind on this rooftop and make her walk home.

"Who's saying these things? You've got to be making it up!" He exclaimed , looking at her with wide eyes.

Wondering where in the hell she was getting these 'you know what they say..!' Speeches . He had never heard anyone say them. Ever!

She just smugly smirked at him, leaning her head back to rest against his arm that was laid out behind her on the couch. Kissing his bicep softly, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

Feeling nothing but pride and love when he squirmed in his seat, the blush spreading down his neck as he looked away from her for a moment .

Taking a deep breath to gather himself again, hating how weak he got when she looked at him like that..

She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Glancing over to the camera slyly, winking at it as she wrapped her arm loosely around Max's neck and pulled him down into her embrace

He laid his head against her shoulder with a sigh, tilting his head to kiss her jaw gently. "You’re So lucky that I love you." He mumbled to her , lips twitching into a smile despite himself . He never could stay mad at her.

One look into her pretty eyes and he turned into a pile of goo. But that was love . It was sickening how she made him feel but he wouldn't change it for the world.

He Wouldn't trade her for anyone, even though he was definitely going to turn grey haired soon with her cheeky antics all the time.

She drove him up the wall!

But it was better than being bored all the time he supposed. He had the time of his life when he was with her , he had memories forever. So many of them.. so many special moments.

Giggles at midnight. Whispers underneath the sun.

Dancing in their kitchen together, tipsy on love and wine .

Everything reminded him of her and everytime a damn Taylor swift song came on the radio, he had to call her up just so that she could sing along to it with him too. Even when they were on opposite sides of the world , she was always there .

Max had known since day one that she was it for him. Had known since the moment that he watched her casually trip someone up when they called him an asshole underneath their breath, daring them to said it again but to her face .

He had known then that someday he was going to marry her , that she was the one.

She was a little troublesome asshole but she was his troublesome asshole.

She made him laugh, she made him smile and she made him feel like he was something special.

She gave him her love and he would give her the whole world . Whatever she wanted , he would bend over backwards to get it for her.

She was the love of his life . But most importantly, she was his best friend.

He couldn't ask for much more than that. She was his dream come true.

She was a pain in the ass. But so was he. So they could be a couple of grade A cunts together.

Because that was love . Having each other's backs. Holding her hair in the morning when the hangover hit full force.

Love was her silently handing him a bottle of water and something to eat at the paddock while he was too busy and stressed to remember to look after himself. She made sure that he was. Without even uttering a single word.

Love was the way he stayed up late just to bake her a cake after hearing her mutter about craving one lately. It was messy a Messy kitchen and flour covered sweaters , burnt cakes and curses until he got it right.

Love was the smile she gave him when he walked into their room at midnight with a sloppily iced cake in his hands . Kissing him with frosting covered lips , telling him it was perfect even when it wasn't .

Love was the confidence she had in him. Simply telling him that she couldn't wait to see him on the podium that night. Never doubting him , not even for a moment.

Love was the way he gave her his own trainers during their walk home from a club , holding her high heels in his hands. His coat over her shoulders as he shivered and walked home bare footed , his arm wrapped around her waist to tuck her into his side just so she was comfortable and safe.

Love was the way she held him.

Love was the way he reached for her in a crowded room.

Love was the way she proudly showed him off to her friends. Even though she had famous footballers and actors begging her for a chance, he was all she ever saw. She didn't look twice at anyone else.

Love was the way they cried together and the way they laughed together too.

Love was his past, his present and his future.

Love was his best friend sitting next to him with a smile.

Love was all they would ever need. If he lost everything he ever had, he knew that he would still have her by his side throughout it all.

Because Love was her. Love was them. And that was never going to change . Love was worth all the ups and downs. All the petty fights . All the stressful sighs and tearful goodbyes.

Love was worth the wait. It was worth everything. And if max has to give up everything just to keep her by his side forever , he would do so in a heartbeat.

Because she was his life. She was the reason he looked forward to waking up each morning. She was the reason he slept peacefully through the night .

She was everything . And she was his. Always had been and always would be.

Their love was karma and success. Just them against the world. Together. Forever.

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kpop---scenarios · 8 months

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Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Y/N

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Eventual Smut, Mean people, Language.

A/N: I'm back baby! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter!!

"Miss Y/N?" A woman says, breaking you out of your concentration of looking at tikok’s.

Startled, you look up and standing before you is a very pretty, well dressed woman holding files between her petite fingers. "Are you ready for your interview?" She asks.

Taking a small breath, as you nod your head and smile at the woman. "I'm Ava, and I'll be conducting your interview on Mr. Byun's behalf." She says, walking through the office hallways. It's so plain, the white walls just dying for at least a pop of color, or even a picture of some sort. Ava leads you into a plain white room, nothing in it but the necessary items. Did you really want to work somewhere so boring? You were lost in your thoughts again after answering only a few routine questions.

"I think you'd be a perfect fit for this job." Ava smiles. You'd only been talking for 15 minutes before she decided.

"Thank you." You smile.

"I'd like to offer you the position as the Senior Data Analyst. You'd be working directly under Mr. Byun." She tells you.

"Sure. Yes, thank you so much." You say. One thing checked off your list. Find a job, find an apartment, and get settled in this new town. Luckily you had an apartment view right after this interview, and considering you were hired on the spot you had an extremely good feeling.

The apartment sucked, but you took it anyway. You would try your best to make the small studio apartment feel like home, but you weren't quite sure how. You weren't the most stylish, if you really had to describe yourself, you were quite bland. You knew the clothes you wore were a size or two too big, but you had no urge to change yourself. For what, or for who? You had no one in your life to care about, you didn't even care about yourself.

You laid in your bed that night, staring at the popcorn ceiling, as you remembered why you moved here in the first place, and your heart broke all over again.

Slowly and quietly you pressed your ear to the bedroom door at this party.

"Stop telling Y/N she has a chance with me. Please, it makes me sick to even think about it." You hear Hongjoong laugh loudly. "I can't even listen to her talk for more than 30 seconds at a time. I don't know how you do it. Her voice is so fucking annoying."

"Right? I swear to go sometimes I feel like my ears are bleeding. And you should see her when she cries. So fucking ugly." You hear Maya giggle.

"And is it just me or is she fucking dumb? How could she love me for all these years and not realize how repulsed I am by her?" He asks.

Ouch.

“I know math isn’t her best subject but Christ, can't she add up all the things you don’t do around her and see you’re not into her, and never will be? I mean, you try to leave the room whenever she enters." Maya laughs. "So there's no chance of you leaving me for her?"

"You think I'm gonna leave a goddess like you, for that thing? Come on, baby, you should know me better than that. Plus, she doesn't have a set of tits like these." He laughs.

As quickly as the hurtful words began, they stopped. You weighed your options of what to do but your body still felt too numb to move.

You stood there, your ear pressed against the door feeling your stomach sink. You wanted to run away but it was like your feet were glued to the floor.

The floor that made your knees feel weak as you turned the door knob and pushed the door open to see Maya, on top of Hongjoong.

The music that was once pounding in your ears was now quiet. It was so muffled as you began to only hear your own shallow and fast breaths. You could hear and feel your heart pumping at a pace you were sure was off the charts, while also slowly ripping into tiny pieces.

You felt like you couldn't breathe as his hands gripped her body. They hadn't heard the door opening.

The walls were suddenly caving in as he slowly slid his fingers up and down her curves moving over her ass to squeeze it.

Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him touching her in ways that you had once dreamt about.

Your face begins to burn in complete embarrassment. The fucking betrayal you felt from someone who said they loved you. Maya was supposed to be your best friend. She was the one who was by your side when you cried, wondering why he didn't love you back. She held you as you sobbed into her lap, she wiped your tears away and always had comforting words for you. She would laugh at his Instagram page with you and acted as if she didn't even like him.

But here she was ripping you apart with him for their own enjoyment.

Tears streamed from your face as you rolled over in your bed. You hated remembering that day. The day you lost your best friend. It hurt so bad and you know you needed to move on but that's always easier said than done.

The next morning you woke up, exhausted and not ready for the day but you had your first day of work. You'd tried to look up Mr. Byun last night, but there were no pictures of him anywhere. You thought that was a little odd, but didn't chalk it up too much. You got ready for the day in record time, putting on your too big skirt, with your too big shirt and oversized blazer. You put your hair up the best you could and avoided all makeup.

Slowly, you walk into the building, making your way to the 35th floor, where your office was supposed to be. The entire floor was empty when you arrived. Just the way you liked it. You popped in your airpods, started your music and got to work organizing the 5 items on your desk. It took you roughly 3 minutes. You glanced at the clock, 6:55am. You still had 35 minutes until you were technically supposed to start, but it never hurt to get a head start. You worked for a little bit, listening to your favorite songs before you barely noticed a few people entering their cubicles. You mostly ignored them, offering a small nod of acknowledgement before getting back to work. You hadn't noticed anyone walking into the all glass office in front of you, until you felt your heart tug. A feeling you had never once felt before. You looked up and saw the most handsome, stone-cold looking man you'd ever seen. You couldn't take your eyes off of him, it was like you were drawn to him.

"Handsome, huh?" You hear, breaking you out of your trance.

"Who? What?" You say, looking up. Standing in front of you is a thin, blonde bombshell with a smile that could make you forget any worry in your life. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cough. She was so beautiful, it made you extremely nervous.

"Hi, I'm Lisa, I work in that cubicle to your left." She says with a smile. “I just wanted to bring these over for approval from you, and introduce myself.” She explains, showing a small pile of papers in her hand. You were listening to her, but you had a hard time keeping yourself engaged in the conversation. Your eyes continued to dart towards the man who took your breath away and Lisa definitely noticed. She let out a small giggle to regain your attention. You swiftly looked back at her, giving her an apologetic smile.

"That's Mr. Byun.” She tells you. “Do your work, don’t get in his way and don’t question him and you’ll be just fine.” she tells you.

“He looks mad.” You say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back to Lisa.

“That’s just his face I think. He always looks like he’s got a painful stick up his ass." She whispers.

"Why did you start whispering?" You asked.

She sets the pile of papers on your desk, looking back towards Mr. Byun's office and looking back at you. "He hears everything." She whispers again, walking out of your office with a smile.

Your eyes turned over to Mr. Byun, you were having a hard time turning your gaze somewhere else. There was just something about him that was driving you crazy. You watched as he shouted at someone on the phone, the veins in his neck and hands popping out intensely. His dark brown hair flowed perfectly on his head. His suit fit him perfectly, you could see the muscles all over his body.

Suddenly he slammed the phone down onto the receiver, you were surprised it didn’t break with the amount of force he used. He rubs his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours without hesitation. Your heart pulls toward him. You wanted to get out of your seat and slip your tongue into his mouth. You wanted to be near him, holding him and you didn't know why. His eyes are still on yours as he walks out of his office, heading straight for you. Your heart begins to pound as he gets closer to you.

"Who are you?" He asks, abruptly. You're looking directly in his eyes, you can’t help but almost get lost in them. They’re so dark, like they're filled with pure hatred.

"Uh, I'm L/N Y/N. I'm your new Senior Data Analyst. " You respond. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Byun."

"We’ll see about that. Get to work Miss. L/N." He says, walking out of your office and back to his. Your eyes meet again as he brings down his shade, his eyes still glued to yours.

The rest of the day, you couldn't get him off your mind. You had a hell of a time trying to focus on any of your work. You just wanted to see him again. Anytime you let your mind wonder, it went to him immediately. You felt like you loved him but you didn't even know him.

After you had finally finished all your work, it was dark outside. You let out a big, loud yawn as you stretched your body from your desk. You gathered all your belongings and turned the lights out to your office. As you walked by Mr. Byun’s office, you noticed the lights were still on. You peaked in through a small patch of glass that was uncovered from the shade and saw him sitting at his desk with another extremely handsome man, sitting across from him. You knew you shouldn’t have been peaking in, but your curiosity got the better of you. Within seconds, Mr. Byun’s head whipped around, his eye’s shooting daggers towards you.

You let out a small screech before you quickly take off to the elevator, hoping that either it comes fast or he doesn't come out of his office after you. You get onto the elevator and press the close door button as quickly as you can.

You made it home that night without incident and without Mr. Byun yelling at you for being nosey. You just needed to mind your business and not do that again.

You dreamt of him that night. His hands gliding over your body, his tongue licking you everywhere, how he tasted, how it felt to have him on top of you. You woke up in a puddle of sweat the next morning. You had so wished it was real.

The rest of the week went by, and he paid you no attention at all. He didn't even bring up your little snooping issue. Whenever he had a request from you, he sent Ava to ask you. Obviously he couldn’t be bothered to do it himself. You hated that. You wanted to see him again.

He kept the shades of his glass office down, further avoiding any contact with you. It wasn’t until the next week that you’d finally be able to see him again. Lisa had ever-so apologetically placed a stack of papers on your desk, minutes before 5pm. You weren't one to just leave the papers for the morning, and honestly, you had no one waiting for you at home so why wouldn't you stay late and do them. Around 8pm, you’d finally finished and you were carefully planning Lisa’s murder for the next day. You were exhausted. You grabbed your coat off the back of your chair and rubbed your eyes while you walked towards the elevator. You were so tired you didn’t even look in Mr. Byun’s office as you passed it. You had expected him to have left hours ago anyways. You pressed the down button on the wall and waited silently. It wasn't until a few seconds later you felt someone standing behind you. The doors to the elevator ding, sliding open. You turn around and see him standing there, an unimpressed expression plastered on his face.

He looks at you and at the open elevator doors, motioning for you to get in. your brain finally clicks and you get on as he follows behind you. You press the button for the first floor and prepare for an uncomfortable and silent ride down 34 floors. Mr.Byun takes a deep breath as he stands next to you, your arms just almost touching. “Why are you here?” he murmurs under his breath. You barely didn’t quite catch what he had said.

“What was that?” You ask, turning your head to look at him.

He sighs. Turning towards you, taking a few steps until you're backed into the wall. He places his hand next to your head, leaning himself in closer to you.

“I said.. Why are you here?” he whispers, his lips so close to yours. “Do you have any fucking idea what youre doing to me?” he asks, breathing heavily. His head moves closer to you, his lips narrowly escaping yours as he places his head onto your neck, inhaling deeply. It was like he couldn't get enough of your smell. Before you could say anything the elevator dings, and he moves away from you as fast as he can, walking out into the lobby, leaving you there wondering what the fuck just happened.

Over the next several weeks after that incident, he kept trying his best to ignore you. Everyday. Occasionally you’d catch a glance of him, and the eye contact was so intense you could feel heat running through your entire body. Everyday that you didn’t see him, your heart hurt more and more. You couldn’t explain why but it felt like it was breaking you. You knew it was ridiculous, he was your boss, how could you love him?

You didn't have an answer to why you did, but you did and you really didn't want to.

After working at your office for a few months, you decided you needed a change. You were tired of looking frumpy and exhausted while everyone around you looked bright and amazing. You needed to reinvent yourself, and spice up your life and you needed to do it now or you wouldn’t do it at all. That weekend you took the plunge.

You went to the salon first. you got your hair done something that was better suited for you, a new style and new color. You went to the mall, and completely changed your wardrobe from the baggy clothes you were wearing to things you normally would never wear. You bought outfits that actually fit you, and showed off your body instead of hiding it. You bought proper bras and sexy panties. You felt good and different, but a good different. You couldn't wait to showcase the new you. You had never felt so confident in yourself before, and you loved it.

Monday morning, you strutted into the office, your dress hugging your curves, your hair bouncing as you walked. You could feel all eyes on you as you walked to your office. You had never felt everyone watching you in a good way before and it felt amazing. You placed your jacket on the hook and sat in your chair to get to work. Lisa walked into your office with her mouth hanging wide open.

“Girl.” She squeals. “You look phenomenal!” She eye’d you up and down, admiring your outfit.

You could feel your cheeks get hot from the compliment. “Thank you.” you laughed. “It feels weird, but good.” you tell her.

“It should feel all good, girl. You look great.” she smiles. “Also Ava is out today, so i've been instructed to tell you that Mr. Byun needs to see you in his office.” She says, side eyeing his office.

You try your best to swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head. You hadn't seen him when you walked in, and you anxiously wondered what he would possibly think of your new look. You stood up, smoothed out your dress before heading towards his office. You stood in front of the door, breathing heavily as you knocked lightly on his door.

“Come in.” you hear from a gruff voice.

You turn the handle to his door and walk in and it’s like you can’t breathe. He sits there, his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair. Fuck he looks so good.

“You wanted to see me?” you ask.

“You changed yourself.” he points out. His eyes trail your body up and down as he admires you.

“Just a few things. What did you need to see me for, Mr. Byun?” you ask. You wanted to get out of there as fast as you could. Your heart was racing, you could feel the sweat covering the palms of your hands.

“Call me Baekhyun.” he says, getting out of his chair. He walks towards you, almost in slow-motion, like he was gliding towards you. You step back as he gets closer to you. His head reaches out, caressing your face.

“It’s getting too hard to fight, Y/N.” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes. “I don’t want to want you.”

“I don’t want to want you either.” You admit.

“You feel it too? The pull, the urge, the desperation?” he asks. You can’t speak, you can only nod your head. “Then it’s true.. You are my mate.”

“I'm your what..” you ask. Before he can answer, his door swings open. Baekhyun backs away from you and in walks a brunette bombshell. She was absolutely stunning and you’d never seen her before.

“Jennie.” Baekhyun says, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

“Poor girl looks frightened, Baeky.” she smiles. “I hope you're not scaring your staff too much.” she giggles.

“Who are y..” you begin before she cuts you off.

“Oh!” she laughs. “I’m Jennie Kim.” she announces, moving closer to Baekhyun, wrapping her arm around him.

“I’m his fiancee.”

#baekyhun #exo smut #exowritersnet #baekhyun smut #byun baekhyun #exo #exo writing #baekhyun writing #kpopscenarios #kpopscape #noonasinnetwork

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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Hello! For the bingo thing could you please do maid!reader with Andrew Garfield/Peter Parker with prompt # 5 or 9 where reader makes a mistake and she gets punished! Please and thank you !! I also love your writing!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Billionaire! TASM! Peter Parker x Fem! Maid! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, angst, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - As soon as Peter graduated college with his degree, he was gone. No one appreciated him enough, so he was going to show them — all of them. After making billions with everything he made and keeping his alter ego a secret, the only thing he’s missing is someone to share his life with, but you quickly fill that whenever you come in applying for his maid job.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || no romantic relationships with Gwen but she still died || Peter has an alcohol problem || my poor baby is lonely :( || but you fix that!! || lots of timeskips || kind of fast acting relationship? || kinda mixed universes in a way? Gwen died but Peter is still friends with Harry, idk he needs friends don’t question it || you do like to cook and clean sorry comes with the job || peter’s spidey-senses pick up on your ovulating || Peter gets drunk and does stupid shit || I got carried away I’m so sorry- || smut, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, cumming, this was definitely more plot based ||

Peter didn’t understand why he needed a maid per Harry’s request until he came home after a two week business trip in Milan. It made sense when he saw all the dust buildup on things he barely touched, the fact that his house wasn’t actually a home made it different.

His house hadn’t been a home since he moved in, but he might as well take care of the multimillion dollar home.

From there, he started interviews. At first, it was just him and dozens of women who were either too fan-crazy for the billionaire or too bland.

That was when Harry stepped in, joining in on the interviews as Peter tried to sleep. He was really fucking tired after a night full of hero things, Harrison being his little voice in the suit making sure he didn’t fall asleep on the Statue of Liberty.

It wasn’t until he heard your voice that he was wide awake, watching as you sat down in the chair in front of his mahogany desk of his study.

His study made him feel extremely rich.

“It’s Y/N, right?” Harrison asked, his cheeks already tinted pink as you nodded.

“Yes! Yes, it is. Uhm, it’s nice to meet you-”

“Harrison,” he offered his hand, your smile slightly faltering before you took it. “Harrison Osborne. Friends call me Harry.”

“Well uhm… isn’t this for a position for mister uhm…” you look down at your resume where you had the name at the top. “Mr. Peter Parker.”

You were the first one to actually notice that, or at least voice it out.

“That’s right,” Peter spoke up, leaning forward to look at you. “That’s me, you can just call me Peter.”

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you!” Your smile was back immediately, a giggle falling from your lips as you took your hand from Harry’s and pushed it forward to offer it to him. “My name is Y/N L/N, I’m here to apply for your cooking and cleaning job.”

“His maid job,” Harrison corrected you as Peter firmly shook your hand, your face twisting. “I mean, you would be his maid. It’s a live-in position, but you would cook, clean, wash his clothes, what else do maids do?”

“I-I’m aware I would also be doing those things,” you say quickly, swallowing. “I’m not sure if that was clear.”

“It was,” Peter smiled at you. “Why do you want this job?”

“Well, I was a personal chef for two years, and then I filled in maid positions for people who were elderly that couldn’t do it themselves. I enjoyed it because I like to clean and cook for people.” You say, smiling at Peter who quickly found himself smiling back at you.

There was something about you he just liked.

“When can you start?”

You pause, gaping. “I-I… are you sure you don’t want to see my résumé? O-Or-”

“Were you lying about something?”

Your face scrunches, but you shake your head. “No, of course not! I just-”

“Well, if you want the job, it’s yours,” Peter interrupted, smiling. “So, you can have your stuff moved in tomorrow and can start the day after. Sounds good?”

He watched as you paused, picking at the edge of the manilla folder before nodding. “Sounds great, Mr. Parker.”

You have gotten perfectly settled over the past few months. You memorized every inch of Peter’s house, making sure everything was clean when he was gone and even cleaner when he was here.

Peter didn’t really eat at home much though, but you weren’t going to let your culinary degree go to waste.

So, for breakfast, you decided on making him some classic chicken and waffles with a cup of coffee and some fruit. You knew he was used to eating out for quite literally every meal, but you thought it would be better for him to eat from home more often, even if his body showed no proof of his bad eating habits.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Peter had just gotten done with his morning workout, the savory smell of fried chicken and the sweet pancakes making him smile. “Wow. It smells so good.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you think so!” His words make you giggle, but you tried to hide your blush as he walked toward you, his body shining with sweat and the small curls of hair leading down the v of his abdomen catching your eye before you look away. “I just thought you could eat something from home because you always get something delivered. You need to give my cooking skills a chance, Mr. Parker.”

“I’ve told you before to call me Peter,” he was close, taking another whiff until he noticed that the pancakes wasn’t the only thing that smelled sweet. “Y/N, you smell very nice. Really nice.”

You paused, gulping. You hadn’t put any heavy perfume on, just a light body mist and some deodorant. “Th-Thank you, Peter.”

He smiled when you said his name, humming softly as he came closer behind you, watching as you slowly moved around the chicken in the oil. “Please be careful. Don’t burn yourself, I’m going to jump in the shower real quick and I’ll be back. Will you eat breakfast with me?”

His words make you freeze, swallowing. “Y-You want me to eat with you?”

He tucked his face into your neck, taking another slight sniff to smell the sweet scent absolutely flooding off of your form, a soft gasp coming from your mouth making him pull away. “I’m so sorry Y/N, you just… you smell really nice, but it’s not like perfume. I-I’ll be right back.”

Peter quickly left you in the kitchen, your mind slightly hazy until you could smell the slight toastiness of the chicken, quickly taking it out and letting it settle on some paper towels as you finished cutting the fruit and cooking the waffles. You finished cleaning up and setting everything to the side, preparing both of your plates and setting it on the table as you waited for Peter.

Peter on the other hand was slamming his head on the wall of his shower. Did he really fucking sniff you?!

You probably thought he was so fucking weird, sniffing you and saying you smelled sweet. Oh but just that thought made a spark run down his back, his cock hardening. Maybe it was his spidey-senses kicking in where he smelled what was coming from you, but it was naturally sweet and making his mind hazy.

He couldn’t jack off, not when you were supposed to clean his room, restroom, and study today. So with a quick push of the touchscreen in the shower turning it to cold, his cock was quick to soften as he forced himself to think about something other than you.

It wasn’t long until he finished his shower, inhaling as he got dressed and went back downstairs, watching as you bent over the table and set down the plates. For fucks sake, he had just gotten his cock soft and there you were making him hard again.

“Oh, hey Peter,” you quickly saw him, smiling. “Breakfast’s ready, are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I am,” Peter smiled as he walked over, fixing his shirt. “You need help?”

“No, but if you want to grab your coffee from the counter, I made it just how you like it.” You smiled widely at him as you put down some silverware, Peter nodding as he grabbed his mug and your reusable cup that was filled with an iced coffee.

He sets it down where you were going to sit, pressing a soft touch to the small of your back as he smiled over your shoulder. “It looks so good, Y/N, thank you.”

You shrug, smiling back. “Just doing my job, Peter. Can I get you anything else?”

He shook his head, pulling out the chair for you. “Sit down for me, Y/N.”

You do, sitting down as he pushes in your chair with a giggle. “Oh, you’re so sweet, Peter, thank you.”

“No, thank you, Y/N.” He smiled as he started to eat, both of you munching on the food you cooked in silence before you cleared your throat.

“I was going to clean your room, restroom, study, and do laundry. Is there anything else you want me to do?”

Peter paused, looking down at his watch to see the date. “Uhm… do you mind doing the study another day, please? I’ll probably be in there the rest of the day.”

You nodded, sending him a slight smile. “Whatever you say, Peter.”

You both finished up eating fairly quickly, Peter thanking you for the food and walking to his study after putting his dishes in the sink and giving them a quick rinse. It makes you smile, thankful he didn’t leave all the sticky syrup on it as you washed the dishes, quickly going through everything you had to do throughout the day.

After making yourself lunch around 12:30, you made Peter a plate and went up to his study, knocking softly though you spoke loudly to ensure he heard you. “Peter? Peter, I made us some lunch, are you hungry?”

You could hear his voice, but it was weird, too soft and maybe even slightly slurred.

“I’m coming in!” You set the plate down on the floor along with the drink you gave him, walking in and gasping at the sight in front of you.

Peter looked a mess, the suit that he must’ve changed into absolutely horribly messy, his tie loose around his neck as he ran his fingers through his messy hair. “Oh… Y/N, you’re here,” his voice slurred as he smiled at you, four empty crystal bottles of liquor on his desk as he laughed. “You want some-” he hiccuped. “-you want a drink?”

“Peter, it’s barely noon.”

“I’m embracing-” he hiccuped again, laughing. “-my Britishness.”

“You’re not British, Peter,” you walked over, going around his desk to start collecting the bottles of liquor, wondering why he hadn’t passed out yet. “Come on, you need to get in the shower and-”

His arms wrapping around your waist makes you gasp, his face pressing into your side as he takes a deep inhale. “Fuck, Y/N, you smell so good. Don’t know what it is about you, you smell so good and look so pretty all the time, can never stop thinking about you.” He burped softly, chuckling. “Excuse me.”

You inhale deeply, trying to make sure you didn’t do anything rash as his fingers play with the hem of your shirt. “Peter, please let go of me.”

He inhaled, closing his eyes as he softly kissed against your back. “So, so fucking pretty. Can’t stop thinking about how you’d look-”

You were quick to try and push off his hands, his arms tightening as he let out a noise that basically sounded like a whine. “Peter, let go!”

“No, don’t leave,” Peter whispered, voice breaking as his fingers softly trail along the skin he exposed. “Please don’t leave.”

“Peter, let me go, now.” You whisper, straightening when you hear Harry’s voice.

“Y/N? Y/N, where are you? Peter? Peter!”

“Harrison!” You yelled out, pushing on Peter’s hands as you inhaled sharply. “Harrison, in the study!”

“Y/N?!” Harry’s voice was filled with concern as he rushed up the stairs, Peter’s hands freezing as he glared at the open door.

“Why is that fucking bastard here?” He basically growled, pulling you closer as he shot a web to close the door just as Harry got to it. “Not gonna let him take you from me like his dad took Gwen, I’m not gonna lose you.”

“Harry, get the door open!” You yelled, quickly pushing Peter’s hands off now that he was distracted, the only thing you could think about was getting away from Peter, especially his hands.

You didn’t blame him, not whenever he was drunk off his ass, but whatever he was doing must’ve been what he had been wanting to do, and that wasn’t right. It wasn’t going to happen when he was drunk and you were sober and he didn’t know the meaning of no.

“Wait, Y/N!” Peter’s voice was hoarse now that he was yelling, another web attaching you to the wall right next to the door. “You can’t leave, you can’t. You can’t leave me, can’t you see that I need you?”

You couldn’t focus on Peter and his watering eyes, his hands finding your hips as he pressed his face into your neck, taking another deep inhale – not when Harrison was yelling to get a ‘damn jackhammer or some shit!’ as you softly pressed your hands against Peter’s chest. “Peter please… please, stop.”

“I-I’m just… I’m just trying to keep you safe, can’t you see that?” He whispered, slowly taking the webbing off of your wrists. “I can’t keep you safe if you go running toward the danger.”

“Peter, Harry isn’t the danger-”

“I’m not going to let him take you from me like his father killed Gwen.” Peter’s voice was stern as he leaned forward, stroking your hair softly. “I’m not letting anything take you from me.”

You gasped when the door opened abruptly, Harry jumping onto Peter’s back and yelling at you. “Y/N, get out!”

You certainly didn’t have to be told twice, running out as Harry pushed a syringe into Peter’s neck, his fighting instinct being laggy because of the alcohol as it hadn’t worn off yet. You didn’t miss his scream as you ran into your room, closing and locking the door as you opened your closet, quickly grabbing your bag.

You had enough saved up to book a hotel room for almost three months – not a janky motel room, but a good, expensive one – besides, you would definitely need it after this. Shoving your clothes inside the bag and some necessities, you jumped when someone knocked on the door.

“Y/N! Y/N, it’s me!” Harry announced, sighing softly. “Peter’s… Peter is sobering up. Can I come in?”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” You yelled, shaking your head. “Go away!”

“Y/N, let me in, please.” Harry sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll answer any question you want, I swear… where are you going to go? You signed a three-year contract, Y/N, you can’t back out on it.”

“I’ll pay the got damn-”

“Five million?”

You pause, sighing. Curse rich people.

Slowly, you moved to the door and opened it. “Who’s Gwen?”

Harry walked in, sitting on your bed, explaining everything to you. “Gwen was a friend of Peters. She was in love with him, but he didn’t reciprocate the feelings, though he still stuck close by her because she knew his identity and wanted to keep her safe. My dad… my dad killed her. He was a villain, and he almost killed Peter.”

“So why is he still friends with you?” You whispered, confused.

“I still ask myself that question,” Harry shrugged, looking over at you. “Y/N, you don’t understand how in love he is with you.”

“I don’t care,” It was a lie and you knew it, but you wouldn’t be with someone who drowned his sorrows in alcohol. “I want to leave. Harrison, please… please, help me. Help me, I-I’ll pay you back, I swear.”

“I can’t do that Y/N,” Harrison whispers, shaking his head as you reach for his hand. “Y/N, please-”

“Will he remember what he did?”

Harrison nods.

“I’ll stay only if he gets help. No other way.”

Peter did get help, lots of it. Therapy, both mental and for his slight dependence on alcohol.

You had been with him a little over a year, still unable to do anything even slightly romantic with him, including eating breakfast. You would go to the in home gym that he had every night like clock work, interrupting his nightly work out after dinner to see what he wanted for breakfast in the morning, but tonight it was different.

You walked into the gym, confused when you didn’t see him before you saw the lights on outside in the pool. The sight of him lounging in the hot tub smoking a cigar made your chest tighten as you walked out, notepad and pen in hand as you tilted your head.

“Peter, what are you doing?”

“Smoking, Y/N, I’m smoking.�� His voice was strained, frustrated as his mouth twitched before he took another long drag. “I’m not drinking.”

“You’ve been sober for months, Peter.”

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took another deep inhale. “Being sober and not having the urge to smoke are two different things, Y/N.”

You shake your head, sighing. “Oh Peter-”

“I’ll let you out of the contract,” Peter finally said, leaning his head back as you straightened and he let out a large plume of smoke. “There’s no point in you being here. Not anymore.”

“You’re sober now,” your voice comes out soft and hushed, Peter staring as you shake your head. “You wouldn’t do that again.”

Peter laughed cruelly, shaking his head. “You’re so fucking dense.”

Your face pinched as you glared at him. “Don’t call me that.”

“I don’t want you as my maid, Y/N,” Peter said, exhaling the smoke before inhaling it through his nose and letting it back out again. “I want you in a way that no boss should want their employee.”

For fucks sake, could he be any hotter?

“Put it out.”

“Or what?”

“Put it out,” you repeat, setting down your pen and notebook and slipping your phone from your back pocket, already unbuttoning your shirt. “And I’ll get in with you.”

Peter pauses, shaking his head. “No… no, you can’t, not if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you respond, already unbuttoning your shirt. “Put it out.”

His eyes darkened as they scanned your form, watching as you finished unbuttoning your shirt and slipped it off as he pressed the end of the cigar into the concrete, staring at your body that started to show more and more skin. You were more beautiful than he could ever imagine, your panties a see through with chiffon and soft pieces of fabric in shapes of butterflies and flowers, a soft coral color that didn’t match your black lace push up bra.

He swallowed as you slowly stepped into the hot tub, the jets getting water higher on your body as you slowly walked in front of him, the bottom of the pool slightly rough until his hands slipped into the water. “Can I… can I touch you?”

“Mhm,” you whispered, tilting your head back as his hands held your waist, pulling you between his legs. You gasped when you felt the prominent bulge between his legs, tilting your head back as he ducked his face into your neck. His breath was hot, hands palming at your hips as you exhaled heavily, holding his face and pulling him closer. “I never said you could kiss me, Peter.”

He cursed softly as you pulled away, looking down at the water and swallowing when you saw no fabric covering his thighs, his whole body completely nude as his hands trail over your waist. “I have a new role for you, darling. If you’re up to it.”

Your new role came with a new outfit and a new contract, extra pay of course. In a way, your relationship with Peter was official, and the money you made was just something you could have for yourself. Peter would have gladly given you more if you wanted it.

Besides, being a topless maid for your boyfriend wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“You missed a spot, baby,” Peter whispered, coming behind you and rubbing your hips firmly as he pressed soft kisses to your neck. “A big one.”

“I-I was getting to it, Peter,” he whispered, cursing as his hands pushed between your thighs and teasing your wet cunt with his fingers. “P-Peter, I’m not done-”

“You can finish it later, darling,” his fingers easily slid into you from last night's endeavors, his tongue sliding down the side of your neck as he pushed you forward to press your chest against the marble countertop. “I’ll fuck you so good, baby, so good. After this, I’ll hire another maid to takeover your position and you’ll be coming with me on every fucking business trip and I’ll fuck you every damn day.”

“F-Fuck, Peter!” You gasped as he slid inside of you easily, holding your hips as he groaned loudly. This wasn’t the first time you both had fucked today, but out in the open, the cold bite of the kitchen air making you groan loudly. “F-Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!”

Maybe this was where his spider senses came in. He knew whatever you were feeling, your stomach twisting as you neared probably your fourth orgasm of the day, all of them thankfully spread out and not causing overstimulation to settle into your body. You could feel the tightness, though, the tightness in your stomach and your nails scratching against the counter.

You were thankful you had just cleaned them, thankful for the fact that the odd feeling didn’t spark coming up your fingers. Even then though, your body was weak, immediately giving out under the force of his thrusts as you groaned against the counter, the smell of lemons making your mouth water. It made you thankful that you used all natural cleaners and no chemicals.

His hand pushed between your cunt and the edge of the counter, his fingers rubbing firmly against your clit as you rutted your hips into his touch. You gasped against the cold marble as his strong fingers rolled your hips into his touch, eyes rolling back.

You could barely think, mind hazy as he roughly thrusted against your ass, his mouth hot as he kissed against your back, the coldness of the marble firmly pressed against your nipples making them harden as he pushed another hand into your dress. “Come on baby, come on. You’re going to cum already? You’re drooling all over the fucking counter, fucking hell darling… getting my counter all dirty.”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You gasped, screaming out as his fingers squeeze your clit, tipping you over the edge perfectly as you came.

You gasped as he twisted you around, the pool of your drool got into your hair, his hands quickly ripping open your uniform as you panted. “You think I’m done? I want to keep going baby, please, please.”

You nodded, panting. “Y-You can… you can, please.”

Peter smiled. “I’m not going to let you regret that, baby. Ever.”

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Vampire AU Pt 2

Answered some questions I got but no SoapGhost biting just yet

Interviewer: Why do you not like when Gaz feeds on Soap?

Ghost: It makes him smell… bland. It’s also rude. No one in the house feeds off Soap. Only I can but even there, I don’t.

The Interviewer checked this information and it turns out to strangely enough be true. No one had ever itten Soap.

Interviewer: So how do you feel about Soap?

Ghost: He’s my familiar.

Interviewer: And what does that mean to you?

Ghost: He does all of the chores around the house that I don’t want to do and gets me food.

Interviewer pauses, clearly thinking he’ll continue. He doesn’t.

Interviewer: Do you like him?

Ghost: Like him? No. Absolutely not. He’s just a human. I don’t like… stay awake thinking about him.

Ghost was once again staying awake thinking about Soap. He stared at the top of his coffin and just… thought of him.

Soap smelled good. Most of the time. He was only human and he did deal with dead bodies occasionally, so Ghost gave him grace about that. But most of the time, he smelled… delicious. Ghost had a feeling if he tasted him, he’d be savory. Not sweet, Ghost didn’t really like the sweeter bloods like Alejandro did. He’d probably taste buttery too. Warm and so human under his hands. His heartbeat was so loud at times. Always even, never afraid of Ghost even when he should be. Sometimes Ghost would pick him up to get him out of the way of things and Soap would just smile. Ghost occasionally picked him up just so he could hear his heartbeat. It was a melody that he wanted to get lost in.

This morning, it was clear he wouldn’t be sleeping, so he listened to everyone moving below. Gaz went upstairs to the attic where his bedroom was.

Soap moved down below a little longer, most likely cleaning. He liked to get it all done before heading to bed so when Ghost woke up, he didn’t have to deal with it.

The house started quieting down and he slowly stepped out of his coffin. Luckily his curtains had been pulled tight so it was safe for him to escape. He stretched and peaked out of his door.

Soap had blew out all of the candles and pulled all the curtains so Ghost walked around in the darkness. He crept downstairs to Soap’s room. It was the smallest room in the house, but it was still pretty nice. Soap had bought his own bed and had decorated it himself. Ghost saw books littering the desk and looked at them for a moment. Soap usually put them away, but he must’ve been tired. Price had bene asking him for things all night so it probably wore him out. He’d tell Price to leave him alone a bit more. While Soap acted as the house familiar, he was really Ghost’s familiar and Ghost didn’t want him to be worn out or neglect himself.

Maybe he also selfishly wanted more of Soap’s attention on him. He wasn’t used to sharing him and watching him pay more attention to the others…

Something feral and angry pressed against his fangs and Soap would be defenseless right now. He looked gorgeous, strewn among the pillows and blankets on his bed. Ghost didn’t feel bad staring since Soap had a shirt and boxers on. The house had started to get cold but in the summer, Soap sometimes didn’t wear anything. Ghost had learned quickly to knock in the summer if Soap had accidentally slept in.

But right now, he looked peaceful and luckily modest.

Soap turned over and Ghost silently stepped back, watching him stretch and get comfier. If he bit him, how would he do it? Would he sink his teeth in and rip a piece out of him? Or would he be gentle?

Would Soap let him? Not to turn him. A selfish part never, ever wanted to turn him. But if it was just to taste him, would Soap let him? The idea of the two of them tangled together as he took from him. Ghost’s fangs hurt. They ached so bad.

“So do you do this often?” Price spoke very softly and Ghost almost jumped out of his skin.

“You were always the only one that could sneak up on me.” Ghost sighed. “Just when I can’t sleep.”

Price nodded and stood next to him. It made Ghost feel weird. It was one thing for Ghost to watch his familiar, but as much as Price was his sire, he didn’t want to let him watch Soap as well. “Let’s get out of here, John.”

“I think he left someone in the basement if you’re hungry.” Price smiled at him. He looked alive in a way Ghost refused to believe he possibly could. Even back then, Price must’ve been at least 200 years old when they met. Simon had been dazzled by him. A healthy amount of respect, appreciation and probably attraction meant he didn’t notice what everyone else did.

The night he laid on that battlefield, body broken far beyond repair and ready to accept death, Price had told him he couldn’t let him die yet. It was a horrible transformation made much worse by the existing injuries. He had felt so pathetic, having Price care for him for so long. The memories were still quite a sore spot for him.

Ghost nodded and followed him to the basement. There was in fact a person down there that was only half drained. Price didn’t eat very much as he mostly just caught glances at Ghost.

“Why do you wear the mask?”

Ghost groaned immediately and sank down to the floor. “Because I want to.”

“You’re such a handsome man though! You don’t need to cover up!”

“It’s not about that though.” Ghost sighed.

“What is it about then? Those days are so long behind us. No need to hide your identity. You could be anyone now!” Price grinned. “You could just be Si-”

Ghost got up and walked away from him, shoulders tensing. He walked straight up the stairs and through the living room and he could hear Price’s anxiety like it was a force.

“Simon! It’s still fucking daylight!” Price snapped so loud it vibrated the walls.

Soap was up in moments and rushing over, clearly still sleep deprived, but more worried about Ghost than getting to sleep. “Sir, are you okay? Did something happen? Did I miss a curtain?” He looked up at Ghost who paused.

Fuck.

Ghost stared at him for a moment and watched as Soap’s eyes went down to his mouth and he became painfully aware of the fact that his mouth was uncovered. Soap’s eyes widened and his heartbeat sped up.

Ghost wanted to look in a mirror to know what he looked like, but there was never a reflection. He imagined the scars. Deep lines across his mouth in a harsh mock smile. Big fangs. One of his previous lovers had described him once. They said his lips always looked bloodstained, even if they didn’t have blood on them.

Did he still have blood on his face now? He hadn’t exactly cleaned his face off. Soap was scared. Surely he knew Ghost would never hurt him.

Interviewer: Man, he looked pretty scary with the blood. He also is the first one I’ve seen that’s actually that pale.

Soap: He’s so hot. I was so nervous he’d read my mind

Interviewer: Can they do that?

Soap: No, but like… you never know

Interviewer: What were you thinking?

Soap blushed: Very uncatholic thoughts thats for sure.

Ghost schooled his expression and reached up, pulling down his mask. “No. You did a fine job, Johnny. Are you okay? We didn’t mean to wake you.”

Soap’s heart sped up instead of slowing down like Ghost wanted. He also flushed a little. “Thank you, sir. I’m fine. Was worried I’d come up and you’d be… anyway. Do you want me to help you back in your coffin?”

Ghost looked behind him and Price was gone. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Soap walked with him, the two falling into the same pattern they always did. When they first met, Ghost had walked faster and Soap had always jogged to keep up with him. Although it was funny, Ghost had slowed down. Rodolfo had noticed and teased him about it. Just a little.

Ghost would never ever tell Soap. Ever. But he wasn’t in the best of places when he came along. Alejandro had pointed out when he stopped sleeping for nights on end. Ghost liked to believe it was just having to make sure they didn’t eat Soap, but he knew that wasn’t really true. He just liked… hanging out with the human.

Soap offered his hand and Ghost used it to get back in his coffin.

“If you wake up again, just get my attention okay?”

“I don’t need your permission.” Ghost grumbled.

Soap only smiled. “Course not. But I get nervous. I make one mistake and… I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you on my watch, sir.”

Ghost stared up at him. He saw a glimpse of blond hair and green eyes that did not match Soap’s brown and blue.

“Alright, Johnny.” Ghost reached up and Soap paused, watching him. He gently traced the scar over Soap’s eye, gloved fingers just barely, barely brushing it. “Have I ever asked where that came from?”

“No, sir.”

“Tell me when I wake up?”

“Of course, Ghost.” Soap smiled at him and Ghost must’ve been much more tired than he thought, because he thought of what his lips would feel like against his.

Would his fangs cut him?

Soap watched Ghost’s eyes close and how he stopped breathing. It was something that had freaked him out at first. When they slept, whatever made them breathe just stopped. They were also effectively dead to the world, almost nothing woke them up.

Soap closed the coffin and went back to his room. He put all of the books on his desk away and then went back to bed.

Soap woke up the next day and saw a giant dog in the living room. He stared at him for a few minutes before deciding that was fine and also not his business. The wolf looked at him for a few minutes before putting his head back on his paws.

Soap thought he looked kinda weird too, but again, not his business. He walked right past it and went to Ghost, fully intending to tell him about his scar and ask him what he wanted to do today. But as soon as Ghost’s eyes open, he looked angry.

Alejandro started yelling before he got a chance to really ask him about it. “SOAP WHY IS THERE A MUTT IN MY HOUSE???”

Soap swung around and frowned. “What?”

Ghost was up and at ‘em immediately. “Ale, calm down. We’ll just kick him out.”

“THERE’S A FUCKING WEREWOLF AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!”

Soap winced. “Werewolf?”

Ghost rolled his eyes and went downstairs to see Gaz between Alejandro and the wolf. “Kyle, get your pet out of here.”

Soap frowned. “He is still a person?? No need to be so mean?”

“I don’t care! I hope it hurts his feelings!” Ghost scoffed and crossed his arms.

Rodolfo sighed. “Can you make him take a bath at least? He reeks.”

Soap sniffed the air, only catching the faintest scent of cologne.

Gaz hummed. “I like the smell.”

“You’re disgusting.” Rodolfo wrinkled his nose. “It smells like dog!”

Soap looked at the… werewolf. It was weird. He stared at him for a second before seeing it… change.

Soap pulled away to throw up as its body bent and twisted. That was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen.

“Sorry about that. I know its kinda gross the first time ya see it.”

“HE’S AMERICAN??” Price sounded scandalized.

“My name is Alex.” Alex was naked. Completely. Not a hint of shame about this either. Soap averted his eyes but noticed that Rodolfo and Ghost both looked him over. Alejandro waited until Alex glanced at Gaz to look him up and down, but he certainly did.

“Get him out.”

Gaz shook his head. “If you guys can be super gross with each other, I can have my werewolf boyfriend.”

Alejandro gasped. “Our love is not comparable to you coupling with that… that…”

Alex growled. “Don’t say it.”

“That dog!”

“That is so bigoted! I don’t call you guys bats.”

Alejandro growled and they started snapping at each other.

Price frowned at Gaz. “Why don’t you settle down with a nice older vampire? You can pick a rich one.”

Soap gasped and looked at Ghost who sighed. “He’s not… He’s not flirting.”

Gaz grimaced. “Price…”

Price smiled at him. “Don’t you think you need someone who understand you? He’s a werewolf. Also he’ll die in 80 years.”

Gaz nodded. “It’ll be a glorious 80 years and then I’ll find him again when he reincarnates.”

Price frowned. “But he’ll be a baby!”

“I’ll obviously wait until he’s in his 20s!”

Soap hummed. “Oh, grooming.”

Gaz gasped. “No! Not grooming! Because I won’t be talking to him!”

“You’re still going to wait until he’s legal. Groomer behavior.”

“You say as if there’s not over 700 years between you and Ghost.”

Ghost tilted his head. “What? We’re not dating.”

Gaz: They act like that and they’re not even fucking.

Interviewer: I’m so glad someone else sees it

Gaz: That’s a little pathetic honestly. Like… seriously? They even smooch?

Interviewer: Not that I’m aware of

Gaz: Wow. Wow. No wonder Ghost is always so unhappy. He hasn’t gotten laid since….

Interviewer: Since?

Gaz glances around: Too many ears. Can’t say. But yeah, I don’t think he’s done anything since then.

Interviewer: And how long was that?

Gaz: 40 years ago? I mean. Unless he’s slept with Alejandro or Rodolfo and I just didn’t know

Interviewer: Why wouldn’t they tell you?

Gaz: Because I’d want to join. Obviously.

Gaz smiled at Price. “Look, he treats me well, okay? I like him.” He looks at Alex who was now growling at Alejandro who was aggressively hissing back. “He’s so dreamy.”

Interviewer: What the fuck.

Alex huffed but decided to leave. Apparently it was a pack meeting or something. He kissed Gaz goodbye and he left.

Soap was relieved, just so his vampires would stop freaking out.

Price was sitting at the back porch, which was a bit odd, but Soap decided it wasn’t his business.

Ghost however went to check on him. He thought he had freaked him out earlier. Yeah, walking around during the daylight wasn’t his smartest move thinking back on it.

But Price didn’t look upset. He looked… enthralled.

Ghost frowned and followed his gaze to where their next door neighbor was. Their neighbor was… a person. Ghost hadn’t really talked to him. According to Soap, he was pretty nice. He happened to have a nocturnal schedule as well.

“You good?”

“He’s gorgeous.”

“We don’t eat the neighbors. Brings too much suspicion.” The neighbor was human and Price usually wanted to eat those. As did all of them really. Earlier hadn’t Ghost thought of devouring Soap?

“He reminds me of my third wife.”

Ghost blinked slowly and tried to shuffle through Price’s wives. Not all of them were women. Some were male wives and some were female wives. The third one…

“Oh my god. He does look like your wife.”

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Thoughts on Fashion & Style from Harvey's Instagram Live with Samantha Rei Crossland

Last night, Harvey Guillén joined fashion designer Samantha Rei Crossland for a chat on Instagram Live to talk about life, style, the entertainment industry, and to answer some fan questions! The full video may be available via Harvey or Samantha's IG eventually, as they saved it at the end, but in the meantime I've compiled some of the questions and answers related to Harvey's relationship with fashion and style here!

This text is taken from the video and has been lightly edited for clarity.

Samantha: Dollie says, "as a fan you can really tell Harvey worked deliberately through fashion and photoshoots to establish his style in person, in front of the camera, and on the red carpet. I'd love to hear more about that journey and additionally if you have any tips for achieving confidence in style and fashion."

Harvey: Wow, good question! I feel like that was an avenue that never was presented to me as an option for the first part of my career. You know everyone's like "oh who dressed you?" I dressed myself! I mean I still do, but I didn't really get any kind of help with anything stylish-wise until recently, when I got the opportunity to work with different designers and stylists who introduced me to those designers. That's really what it is: a stylist will get you into an atelier or someone's house, like Christian Siriano or someone like that. But for the most part, for a long time I just kind of dressed myself, and on a budget.

Knowing Harvey was putting these kinds looks together by himself on a budget in 2017 and 2018, I will never again cut any of the Chrises with their MCU money a single centimeter of slack for showing up year after year, to event after event, in bland black or navy suits.

Harvey (continued): Because stylists are worth every penny, but they're expensive! They are expensive because they do a great job, but you also have to be constantly doing that. I think Zendaya was just talking about this in an interview. There's moments where you want a stylist because you want to look your best and you want the best opportunity and possibility, and there's moments where you're like "I'll dress myself, it's just a small event, I'll make it work. I'll make it work with what I have."

But yeah, I really wanted to put myself in a position where...why can't I like fashion? Why can't I do a photoshoot, and why can't I do a cover? I had a publicist, one of my first publicists...I said "I want to be the first to do something, like be on a cover of something like this!" And they straight out loud said "that's not going to happen." And I was like..."oh well, I mean maybe not overnight, but that should be the goal, we should work toward--"

And they were like "yeah, but we want to be realistic...and that's not gonna happen."

Cannot imagine being the person to tell THIS man he's never going to be on the cover of a magazine.

Harvey (continued): I realized, if people on your team are naysayers or they're not seeing the vision, those people aren't on your team. So unfortunately, I had to let them go, because if there's someone on your team who's already being toxic towards your vision, that's not the vision, that's not the vibe, that's not it. And so I'm glad to report that shortly after that we did get a cover! And then I was able to kind of show that off and be like, "it can be done!" You just have to find the right team and the right people who see your vision.

I think for so long it's just been easy to say no to people who don't fit the mold of Hollywood, and I'm not here to fit a mold. I'm here to break it.

Samantha: You're killin' it! You have no idea how many of these questions were just "when is he starting a fashion line?"

Harvey: I want to! I think right now I'm so focused on my main passion, which is acting, and I'm so grateful and blessed to have opportunities that are coming my way and that I am excited for. And now wrapping something that I'm gonna hold so dear to my heart like Shadows for so long, I'm so grateful. And you know, most actors would kill for just the opportunity to be on a show like Shadows and call it a day, and I would be happy if that's the work that I'm known for, because it's such a great show.

But I'm fortunate that I have all of these other things that are coming up. I'm so excited for the opportunities, and I'm excited for the different characters and different roles and different hats I get to put on.

But eventually that would definitely be an avenue that...I mean, it would definitely be on brand! You know? It would be so on brand to open a plus size line, especially because growing up I didn't see as many options for plus size people, period. But if there were, obviously the lean is for female clothing, and it was never for men at all. Like the options for a plus sized guy was like...screen t-shirts and jeans. And that's it!

Or it was always Big and Tall, where if you weren't tall you got stuck with a really short and stout kind of shirt. The measurements were always catered to "if you're big, you gotta be tall," and well, I don't know if that's true, but there was no in between. So that's a market that I would definitely want to look at. But for the time being I'm focusing on the acting part of it.

Samantha: Kelly wants to ask, "do you like any specific colors or patterns? Where are your tastes when you dress high fashion?"

Harvey: I used to be afraid of color a lot because I was always told if you're plus sized or bigger you'll amplify yourself. But I think you shouldn't be afraid of color. Last year, a year ago next month, at the Meta Gala I wore pink! That was all Christian Siriano from head to toe, and there was a wink there and a story behind it--if you know you know--why he and I chose the color pink for the Met Gala and who they were honoring and all of that. So I'm not afraid of color. I try to be very specific about the dimensions and where my leg cuts off or where it elongates my leg.

Harvey's now-iconic outfit from the 2023 Met Gala--whose theme was honoring Karl Lagerfeld--blended foundational style elements of Lagerfeld's most famous designs for Chanel with all the things Lagerfeld loudly hated throughout his life. Lagerfeld was infamous for making shitty comments about plus sized people, people of color, short men, and a host of other things. He also disliked the color pink. So Harvey showing up as himself and looking stunning wearing that glorious pink number was possibly the classiest shade ever thrown.

Harvey (continued): I've just been like the Christian Siriano poster boy this year! Which is a funny story because when I first approached him over a year ago for the Oscars, he was really busy and he said "I really don't make menswear."

And I was like "well I'm not saying I want you to make completely a tuxedo, I want you to do something in the middle." And he was like "well, I kind of did that with Billy Porter" where he put Billy in this really amazing gown. And I was like "well I don't want to do a gown, I want something between that, you know? Like where it doesn't have to be a traditional, boring, just plain old tuxedo, and it doesn't have to be this amazing, beautiful ball gown that Billy had worn."

Because he doesn't really design for men, he designs for women. And he said "this would be the first I would do this." And I said "then that's great! It'll be the first!" And he definitely had never designed for a plus sized man, so we were checking all these boxes off.

So my idea was if someone in 1920 went to an award show but was trying to wear a vintage Victorian or Edwardian outfit to honor a vintage look. So the hair was 1920s. The hair was done by Connie, who was my hair person in What We Do In the Shadows, who helped me originate the original look for Guillermo.

And Romie--who's my best friend since third grade--is my makeup artist, and she did my makeup for the Oscars and makeup for a lot of the events I go to.

And it was just amazing, you know. That outfit...oh my god. Vogue ran it, they got so many likes, it was on every social [media] outlet, and it did so well that last fall, for the first time, [Christian] had a men's line. And I can't help but wonder if it was a coincidence, if it had anything to do with my "how about we try this experiment!"

This beautiful vintage-inspired look for the Oscars was Harvey's first red carpet collaboration with Christian Siriano and landed him on nearly every best dressed list for the event. The metallic brocade tuxedo gown and bell hem trouser were included in Siriano's Fall 2023 line, and are available to order on his website (for a hefty price) as separate pieces in sizes up to a size 30 (58 bust, 60 waist).

Harvey (continued): Christian's been great, and of course he would make amazing pieces for menswear, of course he would!

We collaborated on a lot of things. For the Critic's Choice award we did a really cool cut, which was like a midriff cut with a peek-a-boo of belly. Because you know, I like my body, and I can show it off! And he did it in a way where I was like "woah!" It elongated my leg and it had a peek-a-boo of a little bit of tummy, and it had a neckline that plunges. So it shows your chest, and it's mesh, and then this giant bow on the side that you can take off or put on.

This red carpet look Harvey wore for the Critic's Choice Awards is one of my personal favorites. It feels like plus size people are always being urged to both cover up as much as possible and make ourselves as small as possible. But this outfit stares those demands in the face and says "Why though? Fuck that! Show yourself off and take up space!"

Harvey (continued): It got so many compliments on the carpet! And it's to a T a Christian look, but also very much me, because we collaborated in what that would look like and how I want that on my body, how it looks on my body, because what looks good on me may not look good on someone else. But it's knowing what your best assets are and what you're showing off, and what you want to show off. Because that's what's going to make you feel the most comfortable, when you're showing off something that you love about yourself.

Samantha: That's literally what I tell my clients! You feel the best you've ever looked in your life when everything just fits you perfectly and shows off the best parts of your body that you like the most. It's not about hiding, it's about amplifying.

Harvey: Yeah, exactly.

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Thank you so much to both Samantha and Harvey for this wonderful conversation on IG Live! It was truly a joy to witness it and get more insight into Harvey's thoughts on fashion and style.

If you're interested in Samantha's designs (including her OFMD-themed makeup pallets!), check out her website here. And you can find WWDITS-themed Harvey-approved merch at his website here!

#fashion #harvey guillén #christian siriano #plus size fashion #menswear #red carpet looks #samantha rei

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theyanderespecialist · 6 months

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The Doctor's Patient (Headcanon/Scenario) Yandere SCP 049 X Sick Reader

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am so so so sorry that I have been doing very few updates, seasonal allergies and sickness got me fucked up. Anyway, this one is going to be Yandere SCP 049 X Sick Reader! Enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: SCP 049 is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)

(Yandere Headcanons Wtih SCP 049 X Sick Reader)

.He would want to be the one to take care of you for sure.

.He had to be the one to take care of you.

.You are his darling patient and he knows what is best for you, not those damn researchers who do not even believe in her cure.

.He would somehow get you to be his patient and you can be sure he is doing it his way.

.You are so pink in the face from your fever, it is time for some leeches!

.He would also make all your meals from scratch.

.You cannot eat anything not made by him.

.So be ready for some bland-ass French stews.

.He also loves holding you while you are sick, he needs to feel you against him.

.Yes he can control his lethal touch somewhat and really normally touches people who have the pestilence

.Speaking of the pestilence, he will die before he lets you become one of the afflicted.

.His goal is to keep you by his side always.

.He loves how helpless you are when you are sick.

.Well somewhat.

.He hates how you are more at risk.

.But he loves that you have to depend on him.

.He would be gentle yet firm with you.

.There will be none of the nonsense of you not taking your medicine (Which is a mystery sludge he makes from scratch)

.He is very protective of you, anyone that tries to get to close to you.

.Well they will be killed with that lethal touch.

.If you had a partner, they were the first ones to face his lethal touch.

.He did not bother to cure them. They were unworthy of his cure. They were the ones to mist likely make you sick.

.He would make you like him, and you will never ever leave him.

.He is also easily jealous.

.He is the type of yandere with you so sick that he has to be glued to your side and make sure you are taken care of at all times.

.He is the type of yandere to hover for sure.

.If the leeches do not work he may be forced to use even less savory methods.

.If you lash out at him? Well, that may just be hysteria!

.And the perfect method for hysteria was to give his dear patient a little intimate physical~

.He promises that he will always be there for you in sickness and in health. For better or for worse, Even death will not make you part~

(Now Onto the Scenario~~~ Hope you enjoy this!)

(SCP 049) (Trust Me, Darling… I Am YOUR Doctor~)

(SCP 049's POV)

She was so sick, I could see how the fever was coursing through her as she interviewed me. I hate that I cannot just take her in my arms and take care of her. I was growing more agitated that I could not take care of her. She has another coughing fit into her elbow and that is when I had enough. I stood up and pulled her into my arms.

The guard stared in horror and told me to let go of her. I simply touched him and he died. She struggles in my arms and I click my tongue. She is being so stubborn.

"Enough, (Name)." I scold. "I am putting you to bed!"

I carry her to my bed, she is asking so many questions. "How! How are you able to touch me!?" She demands.

"I will explain, but right now in bed," I order and tuck her into my bed. I see that she is going to be stubborn so I pull out my medical bag. "Do not worry my dear. I will give you something to sleep."

"NO! LET ME GO!" She bellows the sickness must be going to her brain! I must act fast.

I grab out the vial and syringe. I straddled her chest. Her arms were pinned between her body and my legs.

I fill the syringe, she stares in horror at the black liquid in it. "Normally you would take this orally," I tell her. "But this needs to work much faster."

"SCP 049! Please Don't!" She begs squirming the best she can.

I hold her head still stroking her hair. "Do not worry, My Darling. You can Trust me, I am a doctor~ Your doctor~" I tell her and inject it into her neck.

She lets out a howl of pain. I coo to her and stroke her hair. Soon her eyes start to droop and I climb under the covers with her. Pulling her to my chest.

I will take care of her, I always will. She is, My Darling Patient~ ALL MINE~

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FINALLY UPDATED SOMETHING!!! This is done, I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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red

yes, another qUiCk ChArLeS dRaBbLE

synopsis; you decided to wear someone's favourite colour.

warnings; implications and mentions of sex, teasing in public, swearing

MASTER LIST

Wine, sangria, blood and berries. No matter the shade, he loved red. It was an even better pro of driving for Ferrari.

It was hard living apart, you made efforts to come and watch him race. You loved his career and were aware of his passion for it, so you deeply supported him and his choices.

But today, today he could have some extra support as you were watching from the paddock. You had a long black trench coat on, and black knee high boots. You loved fashion, so it was nothing out of the ordinary, considering the fact that underneath, you had nothing but red lingerie on.

You cheered as he crossed the finish line, finishing in first. Watching him fist bump the air as the heavy rain poured down onto him.

He ran to his team and made a beeline straight for you, where you were standing under a shelter. He clipped his helmet off and straight away kissed you, lifting you up into the air as you laughed.

Pure joy, and you were so proud of him. You took his hand and lead him into a smaller corner.

"I'm so proud of you Amor. Je t'aime." You whispered, spraying small kisses on his cheeks.

"Grazie Cherie. Je t'aime aussi." He hushed back, smiling down onto you.

"Before you go to the media pen, I want to show you how I'll celebrate you later." You said, dragging and extenuating your words as you slowly undo the belt on your jacket.

He watches you intently, analysing as you take open your jacket, revealing the most delicious red lacey bra, followed with a thong, as well as a red garter.

"Holy shit mon ange." His jaw went slack, his eyes hungry with passion to take you right there.

He reached out his hands to touch before you quickly closed your jacket and did the belt.

"If you do your interviews well, you'll get your reward at home, seeing as you already have a trophy." You said, smirking at him, jerking your head sideways to signal to go.

"Now I have to do interviews whilst being turned on. I love you, but damn you're annoying. I'll be getting you back when we get home, just you wait." He rushes, hearing his name getting called in the background.

You smile, as he hurries off, turning around every couple seconds to look at you.

Watching him do the interviews was funny, but excruciating for him. His death stare on you wasn't helping the time pass as he gave blunt answers to whatever bland questions the interviewer had.

Let's just say that when you got home, the neighbours were pissed.

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dulcewrites · 2 years

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What do you think about this, black!reader is married to Austin!Elvis and she is interviewed by like Ebony or Jet magazine bc folks are really curious about her. I saw some vintage Ebony magazine covers on Pinterest and they are just mwah. Austin!Elvis makes a cameo

Picture Perfect

Pairing: austin!elvis x black reader (wc: 1.4k)

Requested: yes (thank you)

A/N: I’ve said this before but I LOVE this idea. Thank you to whoever sent this in. I didn’t know if I want this to be from the reader’s pov or for it to read like an actual interview if that makes any sense. So I decided to sort of combine the styles. I was also inspired by those vogue look breakdowns. I love those lmao. This takes place in 1967 months after reader and Elvis get married.

You eye the giant cameras and lighting equipment set up in the living room. Chantelle, the interviewer and editor of the entertainment news desk, reassured you that the whole thing would be organic and calm. An interview and photoshoot in your natural setting: at home.

It was her idea to ask some questions before doing the photoshoot, just to loosen you up a bit. The order didn’t really matter, you were anxious about both parts. This was not only your first magazine cover, but also your first interview of this magnitude. But since the wedding, you’ve been reached out to by almost every major publication in the country. Elvis and you thought it would be a good idea to just pick one, and maybe the attention would settle a bit. When John H. Johnson personally wrote to you, your interest was piqued. You’ve read Jet and Ebony magazine for years. So, you’d be lying if you said the idea of being on the cover of Ebony magazine didn’t excite you a bit.

Now you’re here on the couch, made up to perfection, waiting for the interview to start. You twist your wedding ring around your finger as Chantelle walks over.

“Mrs. Presley, thank you again for doing this,” she says as she sits in the chair moved to face the couch.

Mrs. Presley, that’s something you’re still getting used to. Your eyes go to the thick notebook in Chantelle’s hand; damn, how much did people want to know.

“The pleasure is all my mine,” you nod, eye still on the notebook. “Please excuse me if I’m a bit nervous, I’ve never really done anything like this.”

“I understand, but I want to reassure you there’s nothing to be worried about. A lot of people are very excited about this, and about getting to know you.”

That’s another thing you have to get used to. People you don’t know wanting to know you. Wanting to know about your likes, dislikes, hobbies, and life. For multiple reasons, your relationship with Elvis was an open secret. You were around but an overall mystery to the public. Normally Elvis’ star power always overpowered the conversation about his relationship, but the wedding changed that. You both thought throwing the media a bone by having a small press conference after the ceremony would help; one the colonel of course set up to his liking. But it seems like it only made people more insatiable. Who is Mrs. Presley?

You nod at Chantelle’s comforting words. This will be ok.

“Great, let’s start,” she open her notebook and clicks her pen. “Something simple to start: tell me about yourself.”

Your childhood was… mundane. No extremely high highs and no horrible lows. It’s something you’re grateful for. Normal, and yeah sometimes bland.

“Well, I’m an only child. Born to a teacher and tailor. We moved to Memphis from Georgia in 1949. I graduated from high school in 1954, and started taking classes at at Spelman in ‘55. During the summers, I began working at the pharmacy near men’s clothing store my dad worked at.

Chantelle writes all of your words down before look up with a knowing smile.

“And that’s how you met Elvis, right. When you were at that shop?”

You nod with a fond smile on your face. You remember that day like it was yesterday. B.B King had been a frequent costumer at the shop your dad worked at, and the two of you met while you visited your dad one day.

“Oh you have to meet E.P,” B.B grins at you. It had been weeks since you and King had met. He was easily your favorite client your dad has ever had. “Elvis cmon out.”

He calls back to the dress room station, and your brows shoot up. It sounds silly now but you never put it together when B.B said his nickname. E.P… Elvis Presley.

It feels like wind gets knocked out of you when Elvis comes out. Your eyes meet, and you wonder if the feeling in your chest is normal.

“I told you I want you to meet Mr. Smith’s daughter.”

Elvis doesn’t even look over the B.B, just reaches his hand out to take your extended one. Elvis is sure he hasn’t seen anything or anyone as beautiful as you. You two shake hands for much longer than needed; neither of you pulling away. B.B looks from Elvis to you, then back to Elvis. It dawns on him what he just did.

“Yes, met through a mutual a friend while I was working,” B.B now tells you that since he unknowably set you two up, one of your future kids must be named Riley.

That was in 1957. It’s been 10 years since then. On one hand it feel like it’s been a lifetime, and on the other it feels like you just met him yesterday. Those 10 years have came with up and downs; you’re both stronger for it you think.

“In 1958, Elvis started his 2 year military service. How did that effect your relationship?”

You chew on your lip; you should’ve expected that. Those two years were… rough for the both of you. Elvis was away, and you both had lost people you love dearly. Your grandma Beatrice passing only two months before Gladys passed.

“It was difficult,” you start with a sigh. “Honestly, the couple of months leading up to it were hard too. Everyone had an opinion on Elvis. I guess they still do. We both wanted different things. Elvis wanted to stay together; I felt like a break would do us some good.”

Chantelle raises an perfectly arched eyebrow.

“And how did he handle that,” she asks as she looked up from her notebook.

You remember that argument, the one that happened three days before he left for Fort Chaffee. You felt sick after hearing him say that he didn’t want to lose you to on top of everything else.

“Not well in the moment, but I think he knew I was right. It’s cliche, but I told him that if it’s meant to be we will come back to each other.”

You were right. It was a six months after his service ended in 1960. He asked you to come out to California.

“How do you think your relationship has withstood so much time,” she asks. “And I’m assuming, hardships. His fame, the time away, and of course this being an interracial relationship.”

You sit for a second, thinking about the question. You truthfully don’t a secret magic answer to how Elvis and you have lasted this long. Of course you’re grateful you have, but it’s sort of mystery considering how many times this truly could’ve ended between you two.

“All I can say is that we love each other,” you begin. “I think sometimes love isn’t enough to overcome all those hardship, but thankfully sometimes it is. We may stuck in our own way, but we have each other.”

You know Elvis hasn’t been particularly thrilled with how his movie career has gone since getting back from Germany. You know how much he longs for different results, and you are by his side as he figures it out.

Chantelle smiles while writing down your answer. She looks back up at you with a bright smile .

“Now I hope this isn’t overstepping. But I’m sure the readers will be curious to know: will there be any mini Presleys running around soon?”

The question makes you laugh. She sounds like Elvis. As soon as you two said I do, he’s brought up having kids.

“We do plan on having kids, god willing,” you smile at her. “But no exciting news on that front just yet.”

Chantelle closes her notebook, stands up with her hand out. She thanks you again for agreeing to the interview and the shoot. You watch as she goes over the photographer to let him know you can start the shoot.

You see a flash of dark hair in your peripheral. Elvis peeked his head around the wall connecting the dining room and living area. He gives you thumbs up and wink. You playfully roll your eyes. You know he’s enjoying you being the one photographed and bombarded by questions.

The thought of how people will react to this cover crosses your mind, but then you realize everyone loves a good love story. And if one thing describes Elvis and you… it’s a pure, unadulterated love.

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