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sxfthannie · 5 months
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Delusional
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↦ pairing: yandere!hoshi x reader
↦ warning: high schoolers making out, hoshi looks at reader in a sexual way at some point, sensual.
↦ note: delusional obsessive boy hoshi sounds just about right!
↦ word count: 1k (damn wtf)
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Hoshi's gaze had been fixated on you from the very beginning of senior year in high school. And he loved jotting down little details about you.
Her school skirt is always slightly shorter than the norm, leading to occasional scoldings from teachers.
Her hair reaches a little lower than her shoulders. (It’s been 3 years and she maintains the same length)
She always arrives at school at 7:30/7:40 A.M.
She always takes breakfast in class before the first class of the day. (It’s always sandwiches and strawberry milk)
Applies her strawberry flavoured lip gloss at least 4 times a day in school. (One, after breakfast, two, a few minutes before lunch break, three, after lunch break, four, before school ends.)
Has a bunch of strawberry flavoured candies in her school bag.
Loves strawberries. (cute.)
She doesn’t like participating in P.E. or any sports event.
She always sleeps during history class, stays in class during P.E and is always attentive during English class.
She likes to watch anime at the back of the class with her friends when a teacher is absent. (She seems to like Gintama recently)
She smiled at me today. (That must mean she loves me?)
And he seems to be persistent on the 11th detail. Both of you are in the same class, which means it’s not impossible to avoid each other and small interactions do happen here and there.
But though he hasn’t asked you directly about it, he seems to believe that you too are in love with him.
Delusional, people would call him. But he knows the truth. He knows you better than anyone.
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In the midst of P.E class, Hoshi found himself unable to focus and quickly excused himself, making a beeline for the empty classroom. His face flushed with embarrassment, his cheeks burning like a raging fire. The sound of his own heartbeat echoed in his ears, pounding loudly as if it were a drum. The cause of his distress? You. The teacher had coerced you into participating in P.E today, despite your previous disinterest in the class for the past year or two.
“It’ll be boys vs girls today and it’ll only tally when you participate so make sure to come.” The teacher told you.
But the clothes you had were only from your first year, and they hugged your chest so snugly, highlighting your figure in a way that Hoshi had never expected. He had seen you in your short school skirt before, which was more revealing than P.E. clothes, but this was different. It ignited a whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.
Perhaps he enjoyed the allure of someone exuding sexiness even when fully dressed? No, that wasn't it. He loved it because it was you.
With a slight shake of his head, hoping to dispel the thoughts of you, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. "Maybe if I write it all down," he mumbled to himself, retrieving his notebook filled with every intricate detail about you and he began to hastily jot down his thoughts.
33. She only has one P.E clothes, which was from two years ago. She had no choice but to wear it today and her che-
As the classroom door slid open, he swiftly concealed the book beneath his desk, trying to appear nonchalant. His gaze fixated on the entrance, his heart skipped a beat when he saw you walk in. A smile accompanied by a gentle nod greeted him, as you settled into the seat directly in front of him.
Usually, he’s happy to be in the same room as you but right now, no. Especially not when you’re still in your P.E clothes.
“Since you left, the boys were outnumbered by one person so I volunteered to sit out too.”
Huh? You’re talking to him? Him?
“Oh, I- I see.” That's all he managed to say, desperately avoiding looking anywhere below your face. An awkward silence fills between the two of you.
"Hey, are you okay?" You inquire, noticing his heavy breathing and his gaze that was fixed on particularly nothing behind you. "Hoshi?" Your voice pronounces his name, and suddenly he becomes acutely aware of the tightness in his pants.
It's the first time you've ever called him by his name. Of course, you were aware of his name, but you had never uttered it aloud before, as there was never a need to call out to him. Hoshi had often daydreamed about the melody of his name rolling off your tongue, but nothing could match the authenticity of hearing it firsthand.
“Are you sick?” You ask him in a worried tone. As you rise from your seat, your hand instinctively reaches out to check his temperature. The gentle touch of your hand against his forehead seems to ignite a feverish heat on his face. "Y/N," he murmurs your name, his grip tightening around your wrist.
Before you can comprehend his actions, he swiftly manoeuvres you, positioning you against his desk. His free arm encircles your waist, drawing you closer to him. Your chest brushing against his increases his already heightened state.
"Y/N," he whispers your name once more, his lips finding yours in a long-awaited kiss. Finally, he experiences the sensation of kissing the lips he had always yearned for. The taste of strawberries lingers on your lips, a delightful result of the lip gloss you adored.
Tongue. Her tongue.
That's all his mind could comprehend, but your lips remained tightly sealed, denying him the one thing he craved in this moment. Hoshi withdraws his hand from your waist, only to slide it beneath your shirt, his icy touch against your flesh causing you to gasp within the embrace. Seizing the opportunity, he thrusts his tongue into your awaiting mouth.
The kiss is messy with a blend of possessiveness and urgency, yet there also lingers a subtle desperation.
His hand continues its upward glide along your exposed skin, encircling your body with a possessive grip that sends shivers down your spine. The hand that once held your wrist is now entwined in your hair. "So soft... Just as I had imagined," he muses to himself.
His plump lips finally part from yours, granting you the sweet release of breath that you had been holding captive.
“Wha– What is wrong with you.?!” He grimaces at your voice, yet still refuses to release you from his arms. He wants to keep holding you like this, to keep you close. “I’m sorry, I–” Hoshi begins to speak, but his words trail off as he catches sight of the expression on your face.
There were many emotions displayed on your face but ‘anger’ wasn’t one of them. Instead, you appear flustered and embarrassed, your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. "Are you... blushing?" he questions, his hand instinctively reaching out to caress your cheek, only to be swiftly pushed away.
You rush out of the classroom and at the same time, the other students walk into the class. "Y/N," he murmurs your name, his fingertips grazing his lips as he reminisces about the kiss and the emotions that played across your face mere moments ago.
"She definitely likes me."
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houseofchalamet · 1 year
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Dating Timmy - Random Headcanons
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He always eats and leaves crumbs in the bed, so... enjoy that🙃
When he's sick, you bring him anything he wants, cuddle him, and rub his back.
And he does the same for you.
When you can't sleep at night, he'll sing to you. Whatever song you want.
Except Statistics.
And Yeet.
Sometimes when you shower, he'll sit on the bathroom floor like a puppy because he just wants to be with you.
His love language is physical touch, so he always wants to kiss and hug and cuddle.
It doesn't even have to be romantic touching, it can be something as small as your knees brushing while you're sitting next to each other. Just so he knows you're near him.
When you sit on the floor and do your makeup in the full length mirror, he'll sit and hug you from behind. Sometimes he'll rest his head on your shoulder and watch you through the mirror. It's especially cute early in the morning, when his hair is messy and he's blinking at you sleepily.
Sometimes he'll let you put some blush or lip gloss on him. He's adorable.
He knows you love his hair, so he lets you do whatever you want with it. Pigtails, braids, buns... One night, he let you straighten it.
You then realized that you'd made a huge mistake and forced him to wet it so it would curl again🫣
He holds your undershirt down for you when you take his your hoodies off.
You're both very private but your relationship definitely isn't a secret.
You're both extremely busy, but you try to have date night at least once a week.
It doesn't always have to be going out somewhere; sometimes it's just sitting at the table and playing a board game, baking something, or watching a movie in bed.
Just as long as you're together.
He likes to match his outfits to yours.
On the red carpet, but also just in daily life.
He's not a jealous person because he trusts you so much and he knows you'll never do anything to hurt him.
So he loves showing you off.
He's always weird about sharing his problems because of who he is; he feels like other people have it so much worse and he should just be grateful and not complain.
So he just acts like everything is fine, even when its not.
And of course, you know him better than anyone, so you know when something is bothering him.
It can take a while to coax it out, but eventually, he'll be honest and you can help him work through it.
He feels like you always know the right thing to say. He loves that about you.
You're more "online" than he is and you like to see what people say about him. His fans are so hilarious and creative. He likes it when you read funny tweets about him. He can see all the good stuff posted about him without having to sift through the hate; you're his own personal filter.
You get him into shitty reality TV.
He doesn't see the appeal at first, but after a few episodes, he's picking sides and needing to know what happens on Real Housewives of New Jersey.
Speaking of TV, he's very good at guessing the Masked Singers.
Like he gets it right almost every time.
Sometimes when you're sad, he'll do Pennywise's dance from It to make you laugh.
It never gets old.
He has a hundred notes in his phone with random things you've said. It's usually just a song or snack you mentioned in passing and he wants to remember it for later investigation.
You both start to use the same slang, phrases and references. You're literally the same person.
And sometimes no one else gets your references but you and Timmy. So one of you will say something and you'll both just die laughing while the rest of the room looks at you like wtf..
He's very good at taking Instagram photos and he loves to gas you up.
"Oooohh damn, you're so hot. Yes, do that! That's my (girl/guy)!"
The whole time he's looking at the phone and giving you the thumbs up like a proud mom videoing her child's dance recital.
He likes to open your car door for you.
He can be forgetful when he's stressed out.
"Timmy, your phone is in your hand."
"Timothee, your sunglasses are on your head."
No matter where you are, you like to watch the sunset together.
Sometimes you'll sneak a quote of something miniscule he said in a movie or smth into a normal conversation and he'll cringe.
Him: "Teresa is going to prison on RHONJ😧"
You: "I can do prison."
Him: "eufheufh why are you like this?"
You're his person🥺
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starlightxsvt · 2 years
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— Gentleman | h.js (M)
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genre ➳ sugar daddy au, strangers to lovers, pwp, angst and fluff. part of the Sugar Spice and Everything Nice project.
pairing ➳ dom!Joshua x sub!inexperienced!female reader
word count ➳ 21.2k
warnings ➳ profanities, ANGST, abandonment issues, toxic family, minor character death, mentions of addiction (drugs), emotional constipation, arguments, kissing, marking, age gap, daddy kink, hard dom!joshua (he is a gentleman in the streets and a freak in the sheets literally 🥴) brat!reader, so much teasing!!! bdsm themes- nipple play, marking, fingering, ice play😳, spanking (belt), pussy slapping, crying, female oral, cum eating, virgin sex, rough sex, unprotected sex(don't do this irl!!!), creampie, multiple sex scenes (lmk if I forgot smth)
synopsis ➳ a silly dare leads you to him and he has you charmed quickly. but matters of the heart can never be that easy, especially when you want to avoid them.
playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // sugar- maroom 5 // guys my age- hey violet // i know you care- ellie goulding // astronomy- conan gray // tell it to my heart- meduza // soory- halsey // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge // imperfect love- seventeen
a/n: (yes this is a re-upload, I hate Tumblr it still isn't showing my post in tags wtf) and at last we're at the end of this journey! I can't tell you how much of a pleasure it has been for me to share this series with you all. i gotta admit I went all out for this one like-jsvvabakasbvsvs joshua is such a freak here and it's hawt okay. i'd also like to sincerely apologize for the delay. now, without further ado, get cozy and happy reading!
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His eyes are extraordinary, captivating.
They are beautiful and dark, shaped like a deer's, watching your every movement cautiously. You do the same as your hands fidget with the strap of your bag on your lap. The waiter returns, bringing you your iced tea and a cup of latte for him. You quickly take a sip of your tea, letting the refreshing drink bring back life in your throat as he does the same.
You observe him, eyes peeking over the rim of the glass. He's wearing a black suit with a plain white tee beneath it. The only jewelry on him is a Rolex, sitting cozily on his wrist, which is quite veiny. His dirty blond hair is pushed back neatly, the length long enough to reach the nape of his neck and you mindlessly muse how they'd feel to touch.
"So, you are saying this was a dare?" The man questions.
An embarrassed smile creeps on your face. "Yeah, my friends dared me to do this. And I saw some good reviews about this app so I decided, why not."
Meeting this stranger, a potential sugar daddy was a task assigned to you by your friends after a drunken night full of talks about your celibate lifestyle. Not wanting to look like a coward, you took on their dare and decided to sign up on a sugar dating app that led you to meet this beautiful man in front of you; something you entirely did not expect.
What you expected, instead was a fifty-something man, old and gross and you had planned to just entertain him for a while before announcing this was a stupid dare and never coming near him again. 
Yeah, that was the plan. 
After all, the texts you had exchanged with this man weren't really a solid way to figure out his age. They were short and brief, just introductions and the designated place of meeting. His profile picture wasn't frankly very giving either; a silhouette of a man sipping on a wine glass with an aesthetic backdrop. You had decided not to ask for a photo or any other information because you didn't want to lose interest even before going on that date.
But turns out, there had been a pleasant surprise waiting for you.
"That's all good but what I need to know is are you really looking for a sugar daddy? Otherwise, I should get going." The man, Joshua, states, hands coming to rest on top of the table, his eyes serious yet gentle. He has this calm yet dominating aura surrounding him and you can't help but admit that it draws you in.
Am I looking for a sugar daddy?
You haven't considered this seriously until now. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, meeting an old dude and flipping him off just so you can tell your friends you tried and ended up meeting a grandpa with stinky feet but now that a young, handsome billionaire sits opposite to you, you find yourself reconsidering everything. 
This is a marvelous opportunity for a broke college student like you. Your bills and loans will be paid while also providing a much more comfortable life for you, one where you don't have to live in an apartment the size of a shoebox.
"Are you looking for a sugar baby?" You ask him instead. The corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly as he replies, "I'm here, aren't I?" 
You nod, reclining into the chair and sighing deeply. "I do actually. Need a sugar daddy, I mean. Like— I haven't really considered this seriously because...well," you shrug, not wanting to point out how pleasantly surprised you are seeing him and all his hotness. You don't want to butter his ego on the first meeting. "Anyway, yes. I have bills and loans to pay. So I guess I'll be your sugar baby...if you're interested."
He watches you amusedly, his eyes shining in mirth. "Of course I am. I must admit I find you very... fascinating. It will be my pleasure to be in your company."
Fascinating, huh?
"You've known me for like ten minutes."
"And that's enough." He decides, reaching for his latte to take a sip, never breaking eye contact with you. You wait for him to explain further and he takes the hint as he links his fingers together, once again resting them on the table, his posture all business-like. "I've never had a sugar baby but I assure you, you don't have to do anything that you're not comfortable with. For now, I'd like you to attend events with me as my date."
Such a gentleman.
"I'm more than happy to do that." You say gladly, trying to prevent a smile from breaking into your face. Is it gonna be this easy? Do men this nice and sweet even exist anymore? "But I don't understand why you would go out of your way to spend money for some company. I'm sure there is plenty of people...interested."
Joshua chuckles. "But I'm not interested in them. They are predictable and have a rather plain personality. I thought taking a new approach would be good. And I'm glad I did because you seem quite like a handful."
"I'll take it as a compliment." You mutter dryly, eyes narrowing on him. He laughs, his eyes forming half-moons. "It was a compliment, _____. I'm looking forward to spending time with you."
You open your mouth to reply but the loud ringing of his phone interrupts you as he mumbles an apology, fishing out the device from his pocket. He frowns at the screen before sighing. "I'm really sorry but I need to get going. I'll contact you. And if you need me, you know my number." He flashes you a dashing, almost flirty smile as he stands up and nods at you before accepting the call and marching out of the place, leaving you in a daze.
You can't believe that just really happened. You have a freaking sugar daddy now— not an old man with a huge belly and stinky feet but a young, hot gentleman. Shaking your head amusedly you fetch your phone from your purse and tap on your group chat with your girlfriends.
GUYS YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!! I NEED TO THANK YOU TWO!!
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"So you're saying he's young and handsome and polite?" Kira asks for the hundredth time, sighing wistfully. "Damn, maybe I should try that app too."
"You really should." You take a bite of your french toast. "All the reviews I saw were great but I can't believe I got so lucky."
Naomi murmurs under her breath, "Fuck yeah, you did girl." Her fingers glide over her phone as she googles the man centering on the topic of your discussion. "Joshua you said? Of Hong Corporations?" 
Humming, you nod, watching your friends as they hover over the phone, intently watching all the information that shows up. "He's so damn hot," Naomi whistles, giving you a dirty look. You roll your eyes and before you can make a comeback, Kira asks bluntly. "You're gonna have sex with him right? He wants to get dirty with you, right?"
You groan, tossing the napkin by your plate at her. "Shut up! Sorry to disappoint but he actually said that he won't do anything that'll make me uncomfortable. He didn't seem desperate for sex."
"Such a gentleman," Naomi pipes in, her voice dreamy. "But what's the fun in that! He's literally sex on legs! You gotta do it with him!" Kira's voice is loud, so loud that a few heads from the surroundings tables turn to look at you, making your face burn in embarrassment. Kira giggles sheepishly before whispering. "Seriously. It's time you pop your cherry."
You scowl at her while Naomi snorts, covering her face as she tries to laugh discreetly. You sigh. "You all are moving way too fast here. I just saw him once! What if he decides he doesn't wanna do this? I've yet to hear from him." You murmur, your voice more anxious than you would have wanted it to be.
A somber look settles on their faces as your friends watch you sympathetically for a while. Kira reaches out to grab your hands in reassurance. "Hey. Babe, it's gonna be all good. Of course, he'll call you. He's a freaking businessman. He wouldn't have wasted his time if he was not interested."
"Yep. You just need to be patient _____. Don't worry so much. Trust the process." Naomi smiles at you softly. 
"Good things don't really happen to me, so..." You avert your gaze, chewing on your lower lip. You hate yourself for ruining the mood, for feeling pathetic and doubtful. 
Old habits die hard, you suppose.
"Hey," Kira calls for you. "It's gonna be all fine. Trust yourself, okay? And you know what, let's stop talking about him. You won't believe what Soonyoung asked me last night."
"What?" Naomi asks dryly as you both wait for her answer. "He freaking asked me if he can buy a tiger suit for us so that he can fuck me while wearing it." She replies as your jaw falls loose.
"No way!" You and Naomi yell at the same time. "Oh my god, he's fucking nuts." Naomi groans and so do you as you ask. "What did you say? Please tell me you didn't—"
Kira interrupts. "I said yes. I mean, I don't mind. I'm kinda interested, actually."
"Oh, sweet lord!"
"No fucking way!" You and Naomi gag.
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Everyone has ups and downs in their lives. But for the majority of your life, you remember only experiencing downs. At first, it frustrated you to no end, making you feel unbelievably lost and hopeless but now you've come to accept it. You try to be content with what little you have and you always keep your expectations to the lowest.
College has been hard and expensive but the thought of letting go of your dreams is harder. Your dreams are what have kept you alive and strong through all the downs you have faced, so even though you had to take a huge loan and juggle two part-time jobs, you tell yourself it will all be worth it in the end. And maybe, fate has finally smiled upon you by bringing Joshua to you.
It has been two days since you met him and you have to admit anxiety is settling in your bones. The radio silence is disheartening, making you expect the very worst, like a habit. As you sit in your bed and overthink all your brain juices out, your phone rings, making you jump. The caller ID is unknown and with a frown, you pick it up.
"Hey. It's me."
It's him. Joshua.
Your heart beats loudly.
"Hi."
"Sorry, I was really busy the last few days. But I expected your call." He says.
"You said you'd call me." Your voice has an edge to it, almost like a sad lover who had been waiting for her boyfriend to call.
He laughs softly. "That I did. I apologize. And I was hoping you could accompany me to a dinner this Friday."
You bite your lip. "I don't mind. I mean, I'm free."
"Lovely." He hums. "I'll send you the contract of your payments via email. Let me know if you have any complaints."
"Oh...okay. I will."
"Good. I need to get going," he sighs. "I'll see you this weekend, sweetheart. Dream of me." He hangs up with a promise.
Letting out a wistful sigh, you take a look around your tiny apartment, all your things filling up every inch of available space and leaving barely any room for air. Sighing, you fall back into your bed, smiling softly. 
It's all about to change.
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The past three weeks have probably been the most eventful weeks of your life. Joshua was quick to welcome you into his circle as you first showed up with him at the company dinner. The money that you are being rewarded with after every appearance is equal to months of your rent and let out a squeal of glee when you checked your bank account the next morning. 
However, his generosity didn't stop there. Over the weeks, he has sent you the prettiest bouquet of flowers with little thank you notes, sometimes chocolates too. He also sent over a pair of designer shoes and a handbag, making you almost faint as you felt the smooth, luxurious item below your fingertips for the first time. Sure, you expected to be a bit richer after agreeing to go out with him but you didn't expect these random, dare you say, romantic gifts every often.
Over the last few weeks, Joshua has also developed a habit of coming over to your place, just to chat while having a meal. It surprisingly feels nice and comfortable; his presence in your tiny house finally giving you a sense of belonging so you always agree without a second thought. Though the embarrassment you felt the first time he showed up at your minuscule apartment was astronomical even though you shouldn't have. You were scared he was going to judge you based on your living conditions or worse, pity you but he did none of that and simply made himself at home.
However, today, he has asked you to come over to his place, saying that he had his chef come over to help him with the food. You agree immediately as the thoughts of spending the rest of the day with him make you brim with excitement. You put on the nicest clothes you have and do a little makeup, a habit you've picked up ever since you've been with him; wanting to look your very best around him. You sling the Chanel bag he has gifted you over your shoulder and just as you are about to put on your shoes, your doorbell rings, perplexing you.
It's noon. You're not expecting anyone. 
With a frown, you open the door and immediately, discomfort and annoyance settle into your bones as you meet your eyes with the visitor.
It's your sister.
With a rather bitter expression, you stand there, not welcoming her in or speaking but that doesn't faze her. With an exaggerated grin, she pushes past you. "Hey, sis."
Her tone makes you think she's mocking you and you huff, closing the door and turning around as you watch her scan your space with a rather judgemental stare. "What do you want, Melissa?" Your tone is snappy but you don't care. She feigns hurt, plopping down on your little sofa as she flips her hair over her shoulder. 
"Can't I pay my little sister a friendly visit?"
"The same sister that you tried to get rid of? The one you didn't bother calling the past six months? Yeah, you can't." You hiss, your gaze burning into her. "Leave. I've somewhere to be."
Her eyes scan you up and down before settling on your Chanel bag. "Wow, nice bag. Where did you get that?" She asks with a smirk on her face. You sigh. "It's a knock-off."
She hums, probably not buying your words but you don't care. She has no business poking her nose into your life.
"What do you want?" You ask again, exasperated. Your day is ruined. You were so looking forward to seeing Joshua and now she shows up unannounced.
"Mom called. She needs money and I don't have it. Why don't you help her?" Your sister announces, nonchalantly, scrutinizing her fingernails. You immediately see red and your blood boils at her attitude. "Oh yeah? Well, I stopped caring since she walked out on us." You hiss. Your sister huffs in annoyance. "I don't care whether you care or not. Just give her some damn money."
"You really have no remorse." You chuckle mirthlessly, shaking your head in disbelief. "You and I both know you've more money than me yet to come to me, asking for it when I'm barely getting by. Not to mention how you tried to get rid of me— got rid of me, I should say, and now you're here, shamelessly asking me for money. How despicable."
Your sister glares at you as she abruptly stands up, seething, "You ungrateful bitch! At least I took care of you until you were eighteen!"
"Took care of me?" You scoff. "Sure, yeah. Since I'm an ungrateful bitch, I'll continue being that by not giving you or my goddamn mother any penny because I don't have any and you fucking know it!"
"Well, you definitely have enough to buy a fucking Chanel!" She hisses, "Don't think I'm stupid, _____."
"You know what, maybe I have enough to buy this or maybe I stole it. It's none of your business either way." You grit your teeth. "But I don't have enough to spend a penny for mom, especially when I know she'll waste it away drinking and gambling!"
She scoffs. "You really are still a selfish little bitch."
"Fuck you, Melissa. Get out of my house. I don't want to see you ever again."
She rolls her eyes, cursing you under her breath as she pushes past you and slams the door loudly on her way. Angry, hot tears that you've been holding until now start streaming down your face as your knees give up and you sink onto the floor, trying to keep more tears from falling.
No matter what you do, where you go your past just doesn't seem to let you go. You idly wonder if you would ever be able to get rid of it, forget its constant looming presence over your shoulders, holding you back from fully living your life.
A text seems to have been sent as your phone alerts you and blinking through the tears you check it. It's Joshua, asking if you are still coming or if you have changed your mind. You shake your head, smiling humourlessly at the text before you get up and try to collect yourself, wiping at your face so that you don't look like you've been crying like a madwoman.
Maybe having some good wine and delicious food in the company of a delicious man will help you get your mind off things.
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"Hey there." Joshua smiles sweetly as he opens the door to his penthouse and moves aside, letting you in. He's dressed in a black fitted tee and grey slacks, a simple, slightly unnatural look on him as you have only seen him in suits until now. But he doesn't look any less gorgeous.
Your mind blanks out for a second as you stare at his chest, bulky and solid, a clear outline visible over his tee and you wonder how it'd feel to touch. Murmuring a shy greeting, you step into his foyer, large and shiny and absolutely breathtaking.
"Come in. I've prepared some snacks for us before dinner."
Joshua moves towards his kitchen while you look around the place, mesmerized. The main foyer of his house bathes in sunlight, courtesy of the floor to ceiling windows. Attached to the foyer is his modern, state of the art kitchen and dining area, all in various shades of white and grey. The area is spacious and bright, decorated with elegant pieces of furniture and fluffy rugs and gold framed abstract paintings.
"You have a pretty house." You murmur, not finding much else to say. His laughter can be heard. "Thanks. Would you like something to drink?" He turns around and offers you as you start taking off your jacket and set it next to your purse.
"Water please." You mumble, taking a seat by the dining table. He comes back with two glasses of water before serving some fancy looking appetizer, made by him and announces that you're having an early dinner as it cooks in the oven.
He sits opposite to you and talks animatedly, no doubt that he genuinely enjoys your company. It's not that you don't enjoy his, in fact, you love it, hearing his sweet yet slightly throaty voice and looking at that pretty face makes you forget about everything horrible in your life. He talks about the story behind this place, about how he actively participated in its making and you can clearly see he adores his house. You've also picked up his love for cleaning and maintaining his space; a rare sight for the male population you've encountered so far, especially someone like him.
The way he gracefully moves around the kitchen while conversing with you, you can tell he's a pro in this department too. Is there anything this man can't do?
Dusk falls as you both chat away, talking about everything and nothing and you don't even realize it's been hours. Your dinner has finished cooking and he starts setting up the plates as you pour some wine for the two of you. It doesn't escape you that he has not asked anything remotely personal about you when you expected him to. Is he being polite? Or is he not interested?
Your thoughts are interrupted as he brings dinner to the table and serves you, a sweet smile on his face as he waits for you to try his food.
"This is delicious." You try not to moan as you chew your first bite. His eyes crinkle in happiness as his melodic laugh rings in your ears. "Thank you. My chef helped too."
You hum, happily stuffing your face with food. You don't know if it's the delicious food; a huge change from your regular, cheap, ramen or toast, or his company that has increased your appetite. You genuinely enjoy his company, probably more than you should have and half of you don't want to return to your storeroom of a home tonight.
You need to get yourself together.
"_____?" He calls for you, jolting you out of your train of thoughts as you blink at him. "Is there something that's bothering you?"
"Huh?" You're fairly perplexed.
He shakes his head. "No, it's just that... You looked troubled earlier when you arrived. And you seem to be getting lost in your head, that's all."
Oh, he's quite the observer.
"I'm sorry," you murmur, eyes cast on your plate. 
"No!" He quickly speaks, making you jump slightly. "No...you don't have to be sorry. I just wanted you to know that you can share your worries with me. If you feel comfortable, that is."
His gentle voice and soft gaze crumble down your defenses as you stare at the beautiful man and try not to start crying. You can't believe he actually noticed all that.
"Family issues. My mom...my sister." You find yourself uttering the words without much thinking. It's alarming how much he brings your guard down.
He doesn't say anything or ask for an explanation but watches you, his gaze reassuring and soft. You sigh, trying to get your thoughts together and just letting it all out. "Well, uh...my mom...she left me and my sister when I was... twelve I think. She found drinking and snorting cocaine more interesting than her daughters, I guess. But she always wasn't like this. Yes, she had a history of addiction but it improved after she married dad. Things were good until my dad passed away. She returned to her old habits after that."
You swallow, trying not to choke up on your words. Joshua watches you carefully his hand stroking your knuckles as it rests on the table. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." He whispers.
You don't yet you do. You've been keeping it bottled up inside you for so long that you don't want to stop now, even though you'll probably regret it later.
"Anyway, she went her way and left me with my sister." You continue. "It's safe to say she didn't like me. I was the unplanned child, of course, so she was more negligent with me. Anyhow, my sister wasn't exactly fond of me either and I guess she isn't fully to be blamed because she was barely an adult herself. We stayed with our aunt for a while before she turned eighteen. Then she had to take care of me and she wasn't quite happy with it. We fought a lot. She'd neglect me, make me do everything in the house while she brought her friends over and stuffs. When I confronted her about it things would get ugly. I made it through before I turned eighteen and then I left her. Thanks to the money my father left us individually, I got through somehow. And my sister got married last year." You take a sip of your wine, before continuing.
"Her husband is pretty well off. They even have a house. Yet today, she came to me for money. Apparently, mother called her and asked for some cash and she wants me to give her money when I'm barely getting by. I told her to fuck off." You sigh, downing your drink in one go. Your head hurts now. Whenever you think of those shitty people, you are bound to have a headache.
Joshua is silent, watching you with an expression you're unable to decipher and you start getting nervous. Did you scare him off? Does he find you burdening? 
Anxiety almost chokes you up but his voice is kind when he says, "I'm really sorry you had to go through that. You don't deserve it."
His words are basic but they manage to tug at the deepest spots in your heart. You half expected him to offer you money like those obnoxious rich assholes but he sounds genuinely sorry and kind.
"Thank you for saying that." You mutter.
"Thank you for telling me." He says, his eyes meeting yours and the depth of his gaze brings goosebumps on your skin. You swallow, not breaking eye contact with him.
He looks even more beautiful now. Ethereal, like an angel. Gentle and calming and comforting. All the good things that pull you in like quicksand but also dangerous enough to scar you forever.
"Let's watch a movie, hmm?" He suddenly offers. You blink. "I...uhm, would love to. But I should get going."
"You can stay. I'd like it if you did," he says, his eyes watching you carefully. "If you're okay with it of course."
"Really? I can?" You're surprised.
"Why not. Don't take it otherwise. We won't have to do anything. You can take one of the many spare bedrooms I have." He smiles. You gape at him, weighing your options and you definitely don't want to return home tonight. So you whisper, "Okay, I'll stay."
"Great." He grins, standing up. "Let's choose a movie now."
About ten minutes later you sit next to him on the sofa, eyes trained on the romcom playing on the screen. There's a certain amount of gap between the two of you but he's close enough to have you distracted with his smell and warmth. You were never the cuddler type but right now you just want to wrap yourself around him and fall asleep. Maybe you will. Your tipsy mind won't really think twice to do it.
Joshua's hand is stretched out over the backrest of the sofa, occasionally brushing against you're back, unintentionally, you assume. His eyes are trained on the screen. He doesn't seem to notice your lack of focus on the movie or if he does, he doesn't comment on it.
The proximity between the two of you is dangerous, inviting. You distract yourself by playing with the blanket thrown over your legs but ultimately your thoughts land on the enticing man beside you. The room is now chillier than before as the night has fallen and you are thankful for the blanket Joshua had offered you. As you pull it under your chin and try to snuggle it, Joshua turns his head towards you. "We could cuddle...if you want."
You're embarrassed to admit how quickly you agree to it. With an enthusiastic nod, you immediately shuffle closer to him and tentatively rest your head on his shoulder, throwing the blanket over the two of you as his outstretched hand comes to wrap around your shoulder. You sigh, content and comfortable and he seems so too as he relaxes on the sofa.
There are no words exchanged but the atmosphere is cozy as you both watch the TV in silence before your eyelids start feeling heavy.
And soon you drift off in the comfort of his arms.
-
When you wake up you're in a bed. If you had to guess, it would be Joshua's guest room.
Sunlight pours through the large windows draped in silk curtains and you groan, stretching your hands and legs. The bed and the sheets and pillows are the comfiest things you've ever slept on which is probably why you feel so well-rested and at peace; a highly unusual occurrence for you.
After you freshen up, you step out of your room and climb down the stairs in search of Joshua. You find him standing by the dining table, finishing his coffee, a tablet in one of his hands.
As soon as he hears you he looks up and smiles, his eyes crinkling. "Good morning."
"Good morning," you murmur, voice a bit hoarse from sleep.
"I was about to wake you up," Joshua says, setting down the tablet. "I've to leave now. It's sudden but my father's friend suddenly called me this morning and asked me to play golf with him. Can't really say no to him." He shakes his head, clearly not fond of the idea.
"I'm so sorry. You're probably late because of me." You apologize, embarrassed. You've overstayed your welcome.
"No! Not at all." He assures. "In fact, if you want you can stay here today too. Though you'll probably need a change of clothes." His eyes move over your clothing, which you've been wearing since you've come here. "We could have dinner together tonight again. Or, if you'd like to leave, I'll drop you off on my way."
"I think I should leave. I've work to get done at home." You speak and he nods. "Sure but have some breakfast before we leave."
About an hour later Joshua parks his car in front of your building; his Porsche a weird contradiction in this poor, worn-out neighborhood. Unbuckling your seatbelt you smile. "Thank you for the ride."
"My pleasure. Oh and _____?" He calls as you're opening the door. "I've to attend an event tomorrow. A charity event. I'd like you to come with me."
"Sure." You don't have any plans and being with him is easily better than sitting around and moping in your tiny apartment.
"Great." He smiles. "My driver will pick you up at five."
As you exit his car and head into your building, you can't believe how excited you are and how much you're already looking forward to tomorrow. It's been a long long time since you've been this energized and happy and you realize just how much being with Joshua is shaking up your entire world.
-
Draped in a beautiful silk scarlet red dress and with Joshua's strong grip on your waist, you feel like a million bucks. The dress you're wearing today is exceptionally pretty, your favorite one from all that you've worn so far. It is one-sleeved with a sweetheart neckline, flowing down into a long slit that reaches up to your thigh. It's elegant yet playful and dangerous, not quite your type but Joshua seems to like it as you don't miss his eyes raking appreciatively down your leg now and then.
You've to admit it makes you feel excited. For whatever this night has in store.
Which doesn't seem much at first as you walk into the party with Joshua and feel the eyes of many cast at the two of you, mainly you. Men greet Joshua as soon as they see him and the ladies accompanying them scan you too to the bottom, with heavy judgment, maybe a little jealousy in their eyes but you can't bring yourself to care too much.
This is fleeting, after all.
The event comes to an end for the two of you as you finish dinner and as soon as you're done Joshua is escorting you out of the premises and towards his car. You can tell that he got bored with all the mindless chattering and you can't blame him for that. You weren't exactly enjoying yourself either.
As you sit by his side in the limo, Joshua's hands absentmindedly graze the skin of your leg peeking out from the slit. You've noticed he
has been touching you throughout the evening. His eyes are focused outside the window as he speaks. "Have I told you how lovely you look?" His voice is quiet, full of something you can't quite put your finger on as he turns his head to look at you. Not trusting yourself to speak you only shake your head and swallow, the look in his eyes hypnotizing.
Joshua's eyes move to your lips as his thumb reaches out to swipe across the flesh, sending shivers down your spine. He inches his face closer and keeping his eyes on your lips, he whispers, "I want to kiss you, _____. Tell me, do you want it too?" His eyes lock with yours and the flame of passion burning in them makes you weak in the knees.
"Yes," you squeak. There's an unmistakable spark of desire in his eyes as his lips curve upward just a little bit and he presses the button for the privacy screen of the car. 
Then he wastes no time, immediately smashing his lips to yours as one of his hands cup your jawline and the other your waist. The kiss is intoxicating, his warmth and taste overflowing your systems as you become a puppet and let him guide you through it.
When he pulls back, he inhales sharply and the fire in his eyes grows ten times stronger. "We should stop. Before this gets too far."
It's like a bucket of ice-cold water has been splashed on you as you stiffen, your heart breaking. 
Too far? What does he mean by that?
You can't help the bite in your voice, "Do you not find me attractive?"
Damn it. A part of you hates yourself for saying that. Your past insecurities have no room in this relationship.
A look of utter confusion settles on his face. "What?"
"No...it's just, we've been doing this for a while and you've never initiated anything with me. Am I not attractive to you?"
The glint in his eyes is dangerous and you can visibly see his jaw harden. "You've no idea what you are talking about, _____. I did not initiate anything with you because I didn't want to scare you off. I can tell you are inexperienced so I didn't want to make you do something that you're not comfortable with."
He can tell? Heat blares in your face, both from embarrassment and arousal. The look he's giving you right now makes you feel like he's gonna eat you whole and you're not going to stop him. Joshua continues, "But clearly, you misunderstood my cautiousness as disinterest so I've no choice but to prove you wrong." His hands snake around your waist as he utters, "Tell me to stop if you mean it. Otherwise, there's no stopping tonight."
That's it. That's all the warning you get before Joshua moves you onto his lap and kisses you, hard. You are sure your lips are going to be bruised and you don't give a shit. You keep clawing at his biceps and whine as he devours your face, not caring that you are in the back of a limo.
Your needs have reached their breaking point. You're going all in tonight. Whatever regret you have can wait until tomorrow because there is no way you are letting yourself off of this man tonight.
Joshua seems to be on the boat with the idea as even after a nasty make out session in the back of his car he doesn't keep his hands off your body as you both stumble into the elevator and then into his penthouse.
Joshua drags you towards his bedroom, your form gasping for air and stumbling over your heels but you've never felt this alive and excited. He doesn't hide his need for you and it brings a type of feeling to you that you've never felt before.
Powerful. Wanted. Sexy.
Your brain seems to have taken a backseat as you're no longer in control of your body, gladly doing whatever Joshua is making you do. He pushes you onto his bed and kisses you once more before standing back up and loosening the bow tie on his neck. Tossing it away he then starts unbuttoning his shirt, your eyes following each of his steps wantonly.
Once the material is off you can finally see his buffed chest in its full glory and your throat dries up immediately. He's so big and bulky, he could literally crush you with his chest. It's probably worrisome how much that idea seems to appeal to you.
"Up." His voice is husky and you blink, realizing he's telling you to stand up. With shaky legs, you do so and he turns you around to tug down the zipper at the back of your dress. "Take this off," he orders quietly and your hands start moving as you push the one shoulder of the dress down before tugging it lower and lower, down your waist as it finally pools at your feet.
Clad only in your black lacy panties, you can feel his hard stare, penetrating deep into you. While you want to cover yourself, the look of lust mixed with appreciation makes you stay still. Swallowing, you wait for his next words.
"Lie down."
Immediately you do so and watch him crawl over your like a predator. He starts by kissing your lips chastely before moving towards your jawline and then down the column of your neck, nipping and sucking every inch of skin. You gasp and mewl, hands automatically reaching to hold onto his back as you writhe underneath him.
His lips hover over your chest, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin as he starts by kissing the flesh between your tits. Then he takes a nipple into his mouth and teases it, softly sucking at first before poking the hard bud with his tongue.
His hands stay rooted on your sides, on the bedsheets and the only form of his touch you get is his tongue. It drives you wild; the need to feel every inch of him on you.
"J-Joshua..." You moan.
"Daddy. You call me daddy in bed." It's a command and you immediately nod your head, all too eager to comply.
The man you've known until now is completely gone, no more the sweet, considerate man but instead a lust-crazed man. You never thought you'd be into this but damn if you aren't and you only become more sure when Joshua's crotch brushes against your leaking sex, making you shudder. "Daddy...your fingers please." You mewl, trying to give him your best puppy eyes. Your subconscious shakes her head at how easily the title falls off your lips.
Joshua chuckles quietly, meanly, giving you goosebumps as he keeps torturing your breasts like before. But this time he brings one of his hands down to your core and starts rubbing you gently. Your back arches off the bed slightly as you sigh in pleasure, his touch soothing the burn in your core.
"You want my fingers, baby?" His voice is deep as he removes his mouth from your tits and locks his eyes with you. Surprising you, he slaps your pussy, hard, making your mouth open in a silent scream. "You have it." He hisses and in one smooth motion, thrusts two of his fingers inside you. You squeal, hands fisting the bedsheets tightly as his digits easily slip in due to your overflowing arousal.
"Oh god, yes." You moan, eyes rolling back as you feel his thick fingers move inside you. Paired with the movement of his fingers and the heated look he's sending your way, you know you're not very far from your release. You squeak, "Go-gonna cum."
Joshua scoffs. "So quickly? Horny little baby. Come then. Come on my fingers so I can put my cock in you." His filthy words make you moan out loud as he brings his thumb over clit, rubbing it swiftly and sending you over the edge, face-first into your first, proper orgasm.
It shakes your body as you lie there and feel it wash over you, your pussy spasming repeatedly as he keeps playing with your pussy throughout your high. When you finally come down and your mind starts working again, Joshua pulls his fingers out of you, dripping in your essence and licks his digits clean, never wavering eye contact with you. The erotic sight has your core thrumming once more in the blink of an eye as you mindlessly reach for his pants. "Please. Want you..." Your voice is soft, breathy and Joshua finds it hard to not give into you.
So dropping a kiss on the top of your pussy, he shuffles off the bed and stands up, hands working on removing his belt. Anticipation builds into your veins as you lick your dry lips, eagerly waiting to see him.
And you almost stop breathing when he removes his pants and boxers. His size and girth leave your mouth hanging open and your core clenching around nothing. The phrase hung like a horse was probably invented for him because just thinking about that inside you makes your pussy ache.
You probably won't be able to walk tomorrow.
"Fuck. W-will you even fit?" Your eyes never leave his cock as it bobs in the air, his tip leaking precum. Joshua watches you watch him with utter amusement. "I will, baby. Your tight pussy was made for me." He flashes you a cocky grin as he climbs back on top of you and pecks your mouth.
"Then take me, Joshua. I...I can't wait. N-need you. Take me like this. Wanna feel y-you." You whisper, chasing his lips as you pull his large body against yours and his cock brushes against your pussy.
"Fuck." He curses under his breath as he feels your heat against his sensitive flesh. "Are you sure you are ready for this, sweets? Should I make you come once more?"
His concern brings warmth to your chest but you immediately shake his head and start grinding against his dick. "Wanna come on your cock, daddy."
You've been craving this man for a long time and you will go crazy if you wait any longer.
"Fuck. Such a slut for my cock, aren't you?" He tilts your chin up and pulls your lips in a bruising kiss as you nod. "P-please give it to me."
He groans softly as he taps your clit with his hard shaft, eyes trained on your swollen, dripping hole. "Tell me if it hurts, okay sweets?"
"I will."
His eyes darken as he suddenly lands a slap on your clit. "What's my name?"
"Daddy! Daddy, oh my god!" You squeal, wetness dripping out of you and just as you are recovering from the shock of his spank he thrusts inside you, all the way in one smooth motion. You scream so loud your ears ring, your nails scratching Joshua's back as you cling onto him like he's your lifeline.
He pants harshly on top of you, sweat shining on his forehead as he fights to stay still and let you adjust. Your pussy is stretched to its limits and even though you still feel the sting, you mindlessly grind on his cock, breathy whines leaving your lips.
"Stop doing that or I'm gonna come," Joshua warns but you start moving your hips faster when you're more comfortable with the stretch. "Little vixen," he groans as if in pain, heated eyes watching you. "Come for me." He commands quietly, hands moving to play with your swollen clit as soon as he flicks it with his finger, your release coming crashing down on you and you feel it in every one of your nerves.
Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as you feel him release inside you, making you clench. You're not surprised when he doesn't stop but continues thrusting inside you, far from being done with you and you feel another orgasm impending. Your pussy hurts in the best ways possible and just thinking about coming once again have your toes curling.
Surprising you, one of his hands move onto your neck, gripping it firmly and applying just enough pressure to make your body curl up and see stars. It triggers your orgasm, multiplying it by hundreds and seeing the godlike man on top of you, reaching his high, his dark, predatory eyes trained on you makes you go off like a rocket. You swear you see God himself as your body completely lets go and you feel like you're floating in a place of pure bliss. The feeling of him releasing inside you makes you shudder, before he slips out and shuffles on the bed, probably cleaning you up but you're too gone to care.
With a blissful smile and a hazy mind, you let sleep take you.
-
Blinding sunlight wakes you up the next morning as you immediately sit up once your brain has processed everything.
You slept with Joshua Hong last night.
Holy shit.
You feel tingles shoot up your leg just by thinking of him and the things you did last night. Nervous and shy, your eyes move around his large bedroom. The time on the wall clock and the looming quietness in the apartment is enough for you to think he has probably left for work. Which is good. You're too embarrassed to face him.
As you get out of bed, awkwardly you must admit due to the ache between your legs, you spot a note lying on the bedside table. Your curious hands reach for it and you smile once you read it.
Good morning. I'm sorry I had to leave early. Help yourself with breakfast before you go. Also, check your bank account. XO
Right. The money. You scan around to find your phone and once you do, you quickly log into your bank app and sure enough, a nice, huge amount of cash sits there, enough to pop your eyes out of its sockets.
Holy fucking shit.
As relieved and giddy you feel seeing the amount, there's a part— one that you hate, of you that feels ashamed, conflicted. Before you start thinking too much you toss your phone away and head toward the bathroom.
You need to stop thinking so much.
-
You were positively kidding yourself when you told yourself to stop thinking too much yesterday morning. Now, a day later, in the evening, you sit by yourself in your shoebox apartment, anxiously chewing on your lower lip.
You spent the day just fine, busy doing your work and not thinking about him or anything regarding him. But now that the night has fallen and you sit idle, your mind can't spot conjuring up the worst scenarios.
You haven't heard from Joshua. At all.
Which has you disappointed. And you are disappointed in yourself for feeling disappointed.
The silence on his part makes you worry to your wit's end. Is it over? Has he gotten tired of you? Did you not satisfy him? Did he forget about you like everyone else?
Your fists clench as your heart breaks a little at the thought. No, no. You don't do attachments. He could just call you right now and say he's done and it shouldn't hurt you. Not one bit. This is just business, you keep telling yourself.
A loud, echoing sound breaks the train of your thoughts and you frown. It's the doorbell. And you are expecting no one.
Especially not Joshua Hong, who you find standing just as you pull open the door. A sound, somewhere between a pleasant gasp and a surprised squeak escapes you as you watch the man in front of you with wide eyes.
"Hey." He gives you a soft, if not a little shy smile. Your heart starts fluttering and you wish you could rip it out of your chest. 
"Hi," your voice is barely audible as you drink him in like you've been thirsty for eons; his large form dressed in a wrinkled black shirt underneath a grey blazer matching his pants. As you look closely, you see exhaustion written all over his face, dark circles under his eyes. 
"May I come in?" His voice makes you snap back into reality as you flush. 
"Sure," you choke, moving away to let him step in.
You watch as Joshua makes himself comfortable on your tiny couch, the furniture squeaking under his weight. As always he seems unbothered by it as he looks at you expectantly, motioning for you to sit on the small remaining space next to him.
As you do so you realize there's a box from a confectioner on his lap and you frown. "For you," he seems to notice your gaze as he pushes the box onto your lap. "I was passing by the area when I saw the shop. I remembered you wanting to try their desserts so I thought I'd get some for you."
Your stomach somersaults at his confession. 
He remembered. He remembered the day on the way to one of his events, you had passed by this shop and the beautiful pastries on display made you say that you'd love to try some. You were not serious and you definitely did not expect him to actually buy those for you.
Tentatively you open the box and the assortment of desserts inside makes your mouth water. You swallow. "Wow... I— thanks, Joshua."
"You're welcome, _____. Consider it as an apology too. I should've checked up on you after yesterday. Work has just been so hectic these days, I barely have time to eat." The sincerity in his voice makes you want to scream. Why? Why does he care so much? Why can't he just be an asshole? Why does he have to show up at your place, being all sweet and considerate?
"It's okay, Joshua." Is what you whisper instead.
"Are you okay, though?" The need in his voice makes you look at him. Your heart stutters as your eyes come in contact. "You could've called me, you know. I kind of hoped you would."
Oh.
You bite your lip. "I... thought I'd be disturbing."
"No, not at all." He frowns, reaching to cup your hands. "You should not hesitate to call me. Even if I can't call you, you can always call me, _____. I mean it."
"Okay." You quickly retract your hands from his as your heart rings loudly in your ears. Being so close to him, touching him, breathing him in is messing with your head. You clear your throat, trying to get up. "Would you like a pastry? Let me make some coffee-"
"Sit down." He grabs your elbow and pulls you down effortlessly, right into his strong arms. Eyes wide, your hand reaches for his solid chest out of reflex and the look in his eyes is enough to drop your panties.
Your throat is parched and your heart is a galloping horse, ready to burst out of your chest as you fist his shirt in your hand. Your eyes land on his lips and you swallow, the urge to kiss them overwhelming and scary.
You want him. You need him. It's utterly terrifying how much you do.
"Tell me you missed me." His voice is quiet, his eyes trained on your lips intently. The timbre of his voice and his tightening grip on your waist make it very, very hard for you to form words.
"Y-yes. I- I did."
He hums, pleased you assume and then leans down to kiss your lips. Softly at first before he's pushing his tongue inside your mouth, a loud whine escaping from your mouth. You twist and writhe in his arms, the taste and feel of him electrifying. Just when you are at the peak of your high, he pulls back, a soft, teasing look on his face.
God. This infuriating, sexy as fuck man.
"As much as I'd love to continue this, I have an early morning tomorrow. And my driver is waiting." He murmurs, pressing soft kisses on your neck which does not help your current state at all. You almost, almost beg him to stay and fuck you but you hold back the words sitting on the tip of your tongue. Instead, you only hum and sigh into his chest, subconsciously snuggling against his large frame.
The security and comfort you feel in his arms is something you've never felt before and something you long desperately.
In silence, Joshua holds you; for how long you have no idea but enough to make you feel drowsy. Maybe he senses it because he lets you go, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he gently moves to stand up. "By the way, are you free this Thursday night?"
"Hmm? Yeah, I am." It takes a moment for you to register his words as you can only concentrate on the missing warmth of his body.
"Great. My friends are having a hangout. You'll be my plus one." He smiles, buttoning up his blazer and surprising you, he leans down and kisses the corner of your lips. "You don't have to see me out. Good night, sweets. Dream of me."
Before you can recover yourself from his sweet, boyfriend-like gesture, he's out the door like a spring breeze. The pounding of your heart seems to echo around your empty apartment as you sit in silence and touch the spot where his lips were moments ago.
This man is doing dangerous things to you, things you don't want to acknowledge. Because you know exactly what it is. 
Love.
-
Yoon Jeonghan is quite the character.
He's the loudest, most teasing, quite literally the brat of Joshua's friend group but you can't say you dislike him.
It's quite the opposite in reality. He has made an impression on you ever since you arrived with Joshua, as he whisked you away from your date and started spewing all types of info about him.
"Gosh, drunk Joshua is the worst. " The man shakes his head as if recalling a certain memory. "The only thing he does is sing Sunday morning and he just doesn't fucking stop. Your ears will literally bleed off."
You can't help but giggle, thinking fondly about drunk Joshua whom you've never seen but wish to. Jeonghan raises his glass of whiskey to yours and clinks them before taking a sip and leaning over the bar counter. "Oh! You won't believe it. Aside from going around advertising himself as the gentleman, one time in college— "
"I think you've said enough, Jeonghan." Joshua emerges from behind you and you soon feel his presence on your back. The man in question throws a lazy smirk at his friend, "Ah, come on. I've so much yet to say. I need to get back at you. You weren't exactly merciful when you told my girl about all the shit I did in college."
You realize they are talking about Jeonghan's girlfriend, now fiance who once used to be his sugar baby. Joshua had shared with you all the juicy details.
"Was just giving her a heads up," Joshua shrugs nonchalantly, one of his hands coming to rest on your shoulder. "And I really wish she was here tonight so you'd leave my girl alone."
My girl.
His girl.
The words make heat spread through your entire body as your brain stops functioning for a second. You almost don't register Jeonghan's wink as he saunters away when his phone starts ringing, saying, "Oh come on, couldn't just leave a pretty girl alone. Oh, hey darling. How is it...."
Too preoccupied with your thoughts you don't realize Joshua is calling for you until he gently shakes your shoulders. "Oh— um, you were saying?"
He watches you with cautious eyes, "I hope Jeonghan didn't bother you too much."
You shake your head. "Oh, no. Not at all. He's a fun guy. Where's his fiance by the way?"
"Went to visit a sick relative with her brother. Jeonghan is gonna drop by there after this."
"Oh, wow. That's sweet."
"Mhmm." He hums distractedly. You feel his eyes rake down your body hungrily and you can't help the giddiness and confidence it blossoms within you. You definitely don't regret the tight evening dress you wore solely for the purpose of teasing him. You can't keep being the only one in this relationship who losses their mind when the other is anywhere near.
"Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you look tonight?" He asks, shuffling closer to you, too close as large his body presses hotly against yours. You can't help a teasing smile. "Hmm, you may have earlier in the car. Jeonghan also complimented my looks."
On the way here Joshua had been a tease, his hands stroking your naked thighs, hovering dangerously close to your core but never quite touching. He didn't even try to hide how much it satisfied him to see you squirm and you can't complain too much either.
"Stop being a brat," Joshua's voice is deep, ringing with a clear warning but it's too fun not to work up a man so calm and put together like him. So you smirk and stroke the lapels of his blue blazer, batting your eyelashes at him, "What do you mean? I'm just telling the truth."
A deep sound, similar to a growl resonates from his chest as he grabs your waist and pulls you closer. His warm breath hovers over your ear as he trails teasing kisses from there to your jawline. "Don't be a tease if you want to come tonight." He whispers in your ears as your breaths come out as heavy pants. Pulling back like he didn't just promise you a dirty thing he states, "Now come along. We need to be with the crowd or I'll lose my mind and take you home right now."
-
The tension radiating off of Joshua's body is so thick you can taste it on your tongue. It's so much fun, teasing him when he can do nothing about it and you feel so powerful, so pleased. Every time he clenches his jaw and grabs your hand even tighter you have to stop yourself from bursting into giggles in front of the whole table.
Dinner had started a while ago as everyone sat around the large rectangular table, eating and chattering loudly. After you've had a couple or so bites of your steak you had decided to initiate playing with another meat as your hands started traveling to Joshua's thighs, innocent at first. He didn't pay much heed to it, busy conversing with his friends. When you were sure he wouldn't remove your hand, you went bolder, cupping his dick through his pants and rubbing him all over.
The look he sent your way should have been recorded in history books and you really wish you could take a picture. His glare, paired with his gritting teeth made you laugh a little, earning a few looks from other people but you brushed it off. Maybe it was because of the wine or Joshua's generally overwhelming presence but you felt giggly and bold, so you decided not to waste this perfect, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see Joshua Hong lose his shit.
"Your ass is going to pay for this." He threatens quietly but you can't quite take it seriously as you are busy observing the growing bulge in his pants. To know that you have this effect on him makes you feel something unlike ever before. So you just bite your lip and give him a wink, fingers stroking his large thigh.
As soon as dinner was over and Joshua had adjusted his pants, he was dragging you out with him, hastily throwing goodbyes to his friends. Jeonghan gave you two a knowing look before winking cheekily at you making you laugh as Joshua pushes you towards his Audi.
As soon as your ass hits the passenger's seat, Joshua is starting the car, driving off at an alarming speed.
"You made me consider drinking and calling my driver to pick us up," he mutters, eyes trained on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. You give him an innocent look, face forming a faux look of concern, "Hmm, you should have. You look so tense, daddy."
His response is a grunt and he grips the wheel tighter; if that's even possible. "Start thinking of a safeword. You're going to need it tonight."
That gets your attention.
"S-safeword?" You breathe. "Yes darling, a safeword." He casts a quick, cocky glance at you and your stomach somersaults.
What has he planned for you? The anticipation and thrill explode in your veins like fireworks as you anxiously tap your foot, wishing you could just transport yourselves back to his place with some machine.
Joshua focuses on getting you two home for the rest of the drive, which he accomplishes, in record time. It's a surprise you weren't pulled over. Before you can even blink he has turned the car off and is dragging you towards the elevator.
Once you are in, he pushes you against the wall and smothers his lips to yours, wasting no time. The ferocity in his movements elicits a moan from you as your hands claw his large back. Feeling those tense muscles underneath his blazer makes you let out a whine of need, though it is muffled with his tongue in your mouth.
The ding of the elevator lets you know you're here and once again, he's making you move in the blink of an eye. Your brain is too fuzzy to keep up with his hasty movements but you have no complaints about being manhandled by Joshua. You kind of wish he'd carry you around like a sack of potatoes.
Damn, what has gotten into you?
Joshua steps into his apartment before you and heads for the kitchen but not before barking an order at you. "Go to the bedroom and strip. I want you only in your panties by the time I'm back."
Your core clenches deliciously at his command. Before your brain is fully processing his command your feet carry you towards his bedroom, where you start peeling your dress off as quickly as possible. Once it's off and you are only in your red lacy panties you scurry towards the bed and sit, your feet dangling from the side, waiting anxiously.
After what felt like ages, which was probably a couple of minutes, the man returns, sauntering into the room with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a small bucket of ice in the other. The dark look in his eyes shoots shivers down your spine and makes your nipples harden.
God, you'd let him do just about anything to you.
"Have you picked out a safeword?" His eyes gaze into you so deeply you're scared you'll end up in flames. You've to swallow to find your voice. "Y-yes. Gentleman."
You have decided to use that word to tease Joshua after Jeonghan told you about how he used to claim to be one back when they were in college.
Joshua snorts, chuckling dryly as he sets down the ice and whiskey on the bedside table. "Always a brat, I see. Well, use it whenever you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop. Are we clear?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes... daddy."
He gives you a salacious smirk and you swear it's enough to make you come. "Good girl. Get on the bed now. On all fours."
On fours? Holy shit.
You blink, taking a moment to process his command before shuffling to the position he wants you to be in.
"Good." He hums and you feel him coming to stand behind you. Then, you feel his movements and the clink of metal makes you realize he's taking off his belt.
"I'm going to spank you with this, do you hear me?" You feel the long piece of leather dangle next to you and your throat dries up.
Holy fucking baby Jesus.
You know he's expecting a response so you choke out one. "Yes, d-daddy."
"What do you do when you feel uncomfortable?"
"U-use my safeword. G-gentleman."
"Hmm, looks like my dumb girl can do more than tease her daddy." He hums, his knuckles stroking your ass cheek, giving you goosebumps. You've to fight to hold yourself up, just the faintest of his touch making your knees and elbows weak.
"We'll go with ten spanks."
Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
"Okay, daddy."
The anticipation is mind-boggling, breath talkingly crazy. You hold your breath and wait for the first strike which comes as a sudden smack, jostling you forward as you let out a moan.
You did not expect to like it so much.
"Okay?" Joshua's voice is quiet, patient and you nod your head vigorously, eager for more, "Yes, yes. M-more, please." You hear him make an amused sound and you would give anything to see his expression right now.
Just as you are getting lost in your thoughts, he delivers the next strike, wringing an equally needy moan from you. Then he delivers three more spanks in quick succession, all on your left cheek as you feel the skin heat up.
"Fuck!" You're out of breath when he lands the sixth strike on your right cheek. "Do you need a moment?" He asks, placing a gentle hand on your lower back. You shake your head, "N-no, please, continue."
The way you are dripping right now is absolutely mortifying and you are more desperate for his dick inside you than your next breath.
Fuck, how can getting your ass whipped turn you on so much?
He smacks your ass three more times repeatedly, as tears blur your vision, then strokes your burning flesh softly, "Such a good girl. One last time." His voice is hushed as you hold your breath, anticipating the end of your torture which comes stronger than ever. The last smack he lands on your ass makes your elbows give up as you whimper and mewl into the sheets.
Immediately you hear Joshua drop the belt before he gently turns you to face him gathering your body in his lap. Your ass feels like it's on fire as it comes in contact with his pants, making you whimper.
"Fuck, such a good little girl. You're so perfect." He praises you quietly, removing the hairs from your face as he rubs your shoulders comfortingly. Your heart gallops in your chest as you watch him look at you with adoration and pride and at that moment you realize you'd do anything to make this man proud.
"Should we take a break? Would like to get something to eat or drink?" He asks, eyes searching yours for discomfort.
Yes, your cock.
You shake your head. "N-no, please. Just fuck me."
That earns you a laugh from him as he shakes his head amusedly, his eyes crinkling in that beautiful manner that messes with your head. "So impatient." He presses a kiss on your temple before gently settling you on the bed and retrieving the belt from the floor. "Scoot up, sweets. Put your head on the pillow."
You swallow, eyeing the belt with wide eyes but do as he asks nonetheless, moving carefully not to scrap your ass too hard against the sheets. Once you are in position he crawls up towards you and then sits on his knees as he ties your hands to the headboard using his belt.
A shiver runs down your spine as you conjure up all the things he might do to you.
"Tell me if it gets uncomfortable, hmm?" He says as he gets up from the bed and picks up the glass of whiskey and takes a sip, heated eyes trained on your vulnerable form. Slowly his gaze travels from your eyes to your lips and then to your breasts before moving even lower. Once he has finished eye fucking you, he moves back into the bed and places himself right over your waist, his thighs around your smaller frame.
With the evilest of all smiles, he leans down to kiss your puckered nipple and then pours the cool whiskey right onto the sensitive bud making you squeal.
"Oh my god!"
You writhe, feeling the liquid drip down your breasts but before it can travel too far Joshua is lapping it all up, his heated tongue moving all over your cold flesh.
You're teetering on the verge of insanity.
"O-oh fuck! Daddy!" You scream. The pleasure is mind-numbing and you aren't even sure if you want him to stop or ask for more. You feel him grin against your skin as he pours more whiskey on your other breast and then continues the same torture on them. You keep howling and writhing helplessly beneath him, your core throbbing with utter need, words of pleas escaping your lips like a mantra.
Once he is satisfied and has left your skin feeling sticky, he takes one of the leftover ice cubes into his mouth and giving you a look of warning he presses it against your nipple.
"Shit!" You scream, legs thrashing around as your back arches from the bed. Your already hardened nipple feels achy and sore now as he teases your areola with the ice between his teeth before pressing it directly on the center of your nipple. As the ice comes in contact with your heated skin it starts to melt and drip down your breasts, making you shiver.
"J-Joshua, please."
"Hmm, not my name now, is it?" He hums, letting the now small, melting piece of ice drip down your chest as he reaches for a new one from the bucket. Taking it between his teeth once again, he gives you a cheeky smirk before pressing it against your other nipple, torturing you until it melts down completely and tears from your eyes trail down your temples.
"Daddy! Fuck! P-please—" as he lets the second cube melt into your skin, he encloses his lips around your over-sensitive nipple and gives it a hard suck, making your brain go haywire.
"Please! No more! P-please, just fuck me..." You whimper, your vision is blurred with tears, frustration getting to you. The urge to be filled with his cock, to reach your sweet release is stronger than ever.
"Sweet girl, begging so nicely," he hums and kisses you softly on the cheek, the action a complete one-eighty to his earlier one. "You need me here baby?" With your eyes shut, you feel the pads of his fingers brush against your clit and you moan loudly, "Yes! Yes, please! Please let me cum."
You hear a noncommittal hum, as if he's still considering it and you have the urge to scream. "Did you learn your lesson, sweets?" He asks and you have to blink as you process his words.
What is he talking about?
Your disorientated look amuses him. He pushes one of his fingers inside you and while his thumb strokes your clit he moves his face towards your dripping core, "Will you tease daddy again?" He asks, his voice low, eyes sparkling.
"No!" You immediately yell. "No! I'm so s-sorry, daddy. P-please, just let me come." Your hips chase his touch needily as you feel your orgasm approaching. Joshua seems to take mercy on you as he starts moving his finger inside you, his thumb stroking your clit harder while his tongue greedily laps up all your arousal. And that's all it takes for you to reach your release and drown in it.
Your scream rings in your ears as your toes curl and your whole body shudders, riding the most intense orgasm you've had yet. Tears burn your eyes and your throat hurts from all the screaming but you don't care, your mind lost in a place of pure lust.
"Good girl. Coming so nicely for me." He whispers, his voice slightly hoarse, his lips wet, eyes trained on your core hungrily.
As you start to come down from your release, Joshua moves off the bed, not before kissing your shoulder sweetly and shoving his fingers into your mouth to lick them clean. Then he stands at the foot of the bed for a moment, watching your helpless form with dark hunger in his eyes.
Ever so slowly, he starts peeling his navy blue blazer from his large shoulders, fully revealing the minty blue turtleneck underneath it. The material hugs his bulky form perfectly, especially around his chest and you mentally take a note to appreciate that part of him sometime later, when you are not tied up and desperate for dick.
"I can see how much you want me," his deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts. "You aren't even trying to hide it, dirty girl. You're dripping all over the bed." He observes, eyes trained between your legs as he peels off the turtleneck and bares his glorious body to your hungry eyes.
If you were dripping before, now you are flooding the bed. The sight of his broad, muscular chest and the sheer dominance radiating from his presence makes you whimper pathetically. And he isn't even fully naked yet.
"P-please, daddy. Please, f-fuck me." You beg.
"I will, sweets. I will." And that's a promise.
He unbuttons his pants and swiftly tugs them down with his boxers, finally revealing the star of the show. His cock is so hard it looks painful and you can see precum oozing out from the tip.
Subconsciously you lick your dry lips. Will he fuck your mouth now? Should you beg for it?
"I know what you are thinking, dirty girl," he muses as he crawls on top of you. "But not today," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss at the top of your pussy and stroking two fingers on your folds to collect your wetness. Keeping his eyes on you, he pops them into his mouth and sucks his fingers, obscene sounds echoing in the room that makes you writhe helplessly.
"P-please..."
Giving you a look of reassurance and promise he shifts so that his cock is positioned right in front of your opening. Tapping your sensitive core with the head of his member, he grunts and then slides inside, in a full thrust.
"Fuck!" You almost come at the overwhelming fullness. "Shit," he groans, eyes shutting down. "So fucking tight, sweets."
Joshua wastes no time, increasing his pace as he starts to rock the bed, his unbelievably thick length going in and out of you nonstop. Your mouth remains open, voice gone from all the screaming, only sobs and whimpers escaping you as you feel his thrusts in every nerve of your body. You know you're not far from coming.
"You are squeezing me so bad, baby. I should fuck you open with a dildo next time." He says and the sheer filthiness in his words makes your eyes roll back into your head as your toes curl at the mental image.
Before you can warn him, you are coming.
"Fuck, fuck!" You hear him hiss through the ringing in your ears as your whole body shakes in the impact of your orgasm. It's a miracle you haven't blacked out yet.
"Shit, holy shit." He groans, his moan drawing out as he feels your walls clenching around him repeatedly. "I'm coming too, fuck." He grunts, his pace faltering and through the mind-blowing haze of your orgasm, you manage to see his face, godlike and lost in the throes of pleasure; something that will be ingrained in your mind for years to come.
As you twitch and shake beneath him, you feel him release inside you, making you moan out loud at the warm feeling. His large body shudders on top of you, your hands holding onto his back tightly as he fills you up. Still not done with you, Joshua's hand moves into your clit and he wastes no time rubbing the swollen bud making you shriek so loud you think your voice will break.
"Joshua! Please! I can't— "
"One last time, sweets. One last time," he whispers and as if your body is on autopilot, a slave to his command, another wave of pleasure rushes through you that makes black spots appear in your vision. You feel hazy and achy all over but oh so sated and drowsy, feeling like you are floating on a bunch of clouds.
The next moments are blurry, you can barely sense some shifting around you, and the feel of a soft warm hand on your body as you are pulled into a deep, dark slumber.
-
"So...you are saying that he's not only ungodly handsome, unbelievably polite but also a freak in bed?" Kira whisper yells, clutching your shoulders and violently shaking you as she squeals. You cringe and look around the fairly empty grocery shop aisles and pray that no one heard her. "Keep it down, will you?" You grit your teeth, scowling at her but she doesn't listen. She keeps on giggling to herself while giving you a dirty look, making you regret spilling the beans to her.
You don't know why you did that. It has been a day since that magical night with Joshua and though your whipped ass now hurts significantly less, you couldn't forget about the act, the filthiness of it, the pleasure you got from it, the way you crave it again. 
Confused and horny, you decided to spit it all out as soon as you two met today.
"Stop looking at me like that," you hiss, trying to ignore the dirty stare she's giving you and busying yourself with searching for the items you need.
"I gotta tell Naomi." She grins as she quickly fetches her phone out of her purse. "No!" You hiss, reaching for her phone, mortified, regretting waking up this morning but she dodges your hands and skips away as she quickly starts typing. There's a little struggle between the two of you but when you get your hands on the device the damage is already done.
Kira: ______ GOT HER ASS SPANKED BY HER DADDY!!!! SHE LOVED IT!!!
Naomi: AAAAAAA! WTFFFFF!!! I WANT DETAILS. HANG OUT AT MY PLACE NOW!
Groaning, you hand her the device back. "I didn't say I loved it."
"Oh but I could see it in your face!" She keeps grinning like a stupid idiot. "You had this longing, fond tone in your voice. You're literally glowing. You look like you're in love!"
Her words bring your entire world to a halt. The hand that was reaching for the milk carton stills midway as you become solid like a statue and let your friend's words wash over you.
No, no it can't be true.
"Holy shit, _____ I didn't— " Kira's voice is breathy. "You— you really are..."
"No!" You snap, head whipping towards her. "No! Of course not!" The words feel impotent and pathetic even to your ears but you stay adamant. "No, I'm not. It's not like that."
Kira stays silent, giving you a sad, almost pitiful look and you half expect her to start talking but she doesn't and for once, you are glad she shuts up.
The thought that you may have fallen in love with Joshua scares you to your bones. You cannot bring yourself to even think of it, much less acknowledge it. You just can't.
If life has taught you one thing, it is that love is a fickle thing and for some people, like yourself, it does more damage than good. 
-
That weekend Joshua sends his car to drop you off at his place to get ready as he announces that he's taking you out for the evening.
You are a little surprised when you first receive his text and you're even more shocked when you go to his penthouse and find out a dress has already been picked for you, with shoes and all other accessories.
"Wow..." You're a little dazed with all the arrangement and wondering what is the occasion. Joshua gives you a sheepish smile when he sees your dazzled look. 
"Where are we going?" You ask.
"You'll see. I'll leave you to get ready." He answers, dropping a quick kiss on your cheek and heading out the door. You gaze at the beautiful red garment with slight hesitation. Joshua has been weird the last few days; his texts seemed a little off and now that you've seen him in person, he looks a little jittery and nervous and he didn't answer your question. It makes you wonder if everything is okay.
Maybe it's a problem at the company? But that doesn't really explain his behavior. If it was regarding his business, he would have been serious and collected, not like this.
Despite the uneasy feeling in your gut, you start getting ready. A while later, when you are done with your makeup and putting on your earrings, there's a knock at the door, before Joshua steps into the room.
Oh wow.
He's dressed simple yet expensive; in an off-white suit over a loose white tee, a Dior chain dangling around his neck. His hair is half brushed back and a half left to cover his forehead and there is this ethereal glow on his face that makes your heart skip a few beats.
You've to bitterly remind yourself not to fall for him. Even more, that is.
"Hey." He gives you a soft smile and you almost melt into a puddle on the floor.
"Hi," your voice is breathy.
"You look... absolutely gorgeous." He takes determined steps towards you, eyes going over your form before coming to stop at your face. "So fucking beautiful." He whispers, his thumb reaching out to brush against your cheek and your heart quite literally leaps out of your chest. The subtle scent of his cologne doesn't help either. He smells fresh and inviting and all the good things in the world. You are scared for a second that you might pass out.
"Thanks." You whisper, shyly averting your eyes from him and trying to get your racing heart under control.
With one hand Joshua tilts your face up and before you can blink, he kisses you, gently pressing his lips against yours. Your heart beats so loudly you're scared he can hear it and the urge to just give up all your barriers and break down in front of him and tell him everything in your heart is too much for you to bear.
So before you do that, you take a small step back that puts distance between your lips. Joshua looks at you, confused as his brows knit together.
"I...I'm sorry if I made— " He starts.
"No! I just...my lipstick is gonna get messy," you're quick to interject him, voice jittery. He gazes at you for a brief second before laughing softly, "Oh yeah, right. Sorry. Well then, come out when you're finished. The car's waiting."
He gives you his infamous sweet smile before turning on his heel and walking out of the room. You don't realize you were holding a breath until he's gone and you feel air rush back into your lungs as you collapse onto the stool in front of the mirror.
After you've finished dressing up, Joshua guided you to the car, his arm casually slinging to yours. A quiet, somewhat tense car ride later, you find yourself in front of what can be the most beautiful place you've ever seen. It's a grandiloquent fine dining restaurant and just by looking at the beautiful, antique European architecture of the building, the gilded marbled pillars and crystal chandeliers, your breath is stolen away.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Joshua asks, a smirk on his face.
You can only nod, as you gape at the marvelous place in wonder and let Joshua lead you through. You look completely out of place; while everyone else looks calm and habituated, talking and eating, you keep turning your head in various directions, eyes wide open and small gasps leaving you every now and then.
But you're yet to be surprised as a finely dressed man leads you both to a pair of double doors which open to reveal the huge balcony, in the middle of which sits a candle-lit table with two chairs.
Suddenly, all your breath wheezes out of your lungs and you turn into stone. This feels too intimate. Way too intimate for a sugar daddy and his sugar baby. Your throat dries up.
"Let's sit," Joshua ushers you towards the table as he helps you sit down. You've turned stoic, your heart pounding against your ribcage as you start getting an idea of where this is going.
While a part of you really, really likes it, the larger part, the part of you that always puts up walls to protect yourself goes into fight mode.
You can't trust yourself enough for this. You can't trust the universe enough for this. This all feels like a cruel game, a game in which you are bound to lose.
"Do you like it?" Joshua asks softly.
"Yeah. It's beautiful." Your tone is rather poignant. "I've to say this was not what I was expecting."
Joshua frowns. "What were you expecting?"
"I don't know. Maybe just another business event or something." You shrug, your hand motioning around vaguely. Joshua is silent for a bit, watching you with careful eyes.
"Why does it feel like you don't like this?"
His voice is just a breath above a whisper and you almost think you weren't meant to hear it. The hurt is clear in his voice and it absolutely wrecks you, making you want to scream out loud how much you love it all. How much you love this.
How much you love him.
You feel nauseous. The fears and traumas buried deep within you surface all at once and you have this urge to run away from everything forever.
"I—" whatever you wanted to say dies in your throat as you meet Joshua's expectant, slightly pained eyes. Your lips press into a thin line as you remain silent. A waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, breaking the moment between the two of you. He asks if you are ready to order and you shake your head, pretending to busy yourself with the menu and Joshua dismisses him.
Your eyes scan over the words but your brain processes none of it, too busy overthinking this situation. You are tired, burdened and oh how much you want to cave in, finally give up, retract your weapons and let him do whatever he wants to with you but you're scared to death.
A courageous person would do that. They would fight for the person they love, struggle to acquire anything good life threw their way. But you are not that person.
All your life you've been hiding, running and burying things that scared you. That's the only way you know how to survive. So you make your mind up.
"Joshua," you utter his name, closing the menu and sitting up straighter to meet his eyes. "I can't do this."
The man is in the middle of pouring you wine when he stills, his eyes fleeting over to you, confused at first, then worried. He sets down the wine bottle and murmurs, "What do you mean?"
"I can't do this. I- can't...This is too much," you breathe, hating how your emotions choke you up. Joshua looks like a puppy that has been kicked. His eyes search for yours anxiously. "You don't like this place?" The softness in his voice tugs at your heartstrings and you feel yourself getting more annoyed.
"No!" You snap. "It's not about the place. It's about this. What we're doing. I... can't. I can't do this, please..." You're fighting to keep your tears at bay. The pain and helplessness in Joshua's eyes are unmistakable. "If you want we can just go home..." He's still clinging onto that stupid hope, ignoring the real meaning behind your words even though he knows it well.
God, why did it have to be this man who fell for you? And why do keep feeling the same for him?
You can't see him in any more distress or you're going to end up running into his arms, soothing away all his pain. So you inhale deeply and stand up. "Joshua. I can't give you more. I'm sorry but this is too much for me. I know what you are expecting. And I can't give you that. I'm sorry. This relationship has no place for love."
He stands up with you too and watches you with wide, panicked eyes. "Let's talk about it, _____. You don't have to give me anything you don't want to." His voice is feather-light and it once again almost breaks your resolve.
"No," you shake your head. "I can't stay with you. This...you— you overwhelm me. This...what we're doing right now, I can't do this. This is too much for me." You swallow and blink away the tears that are on the verge of falling.
Joshua watches you in silence for a while and as you reach for your purse, you hear him whisper. "I'm sorry, ______. Please."
And the dam breaks.
"No!" You are yelling now. "Don't apologize! Please! This is not your fault! It's mine. I can't do this Joshua. I can't give you what you want. I am not the person you need me to be. I— I can't...I'm sorry, Joshua."
"But you already are. You are what I need."
All the air leaves your lungs. The feelings you've been experiencing so far increase tenfold. He speaks the words that you never, ever thought someone would say to you in this lifetime and now you're at your wit's end. His admission makes this all so much real.
This has to end.
"No, I'm not! Please leave me alone!" You yell, hiccuping midway as you scramble to sling your bag over your shoulder and without even sparing a glance at him, you run out of the terrace.
Even though Joshua calls for you from behind you tune his voice out and keep taking determined steps until you're out and far away from the restaurant.
It's better this way when you can still walk away from him. When you are not madly, deeply in love with him. Who are you kidding? That man made his way into your heart the very first time you saw him.
It's ripping you apart, leaving him, but it's not as painful as when he eventually abandons you. They all leave. There is no happy ending. Not for you. Not in this life.
You're doing this for yourself. You're doing this for yourself. You keep chanting in your head as you walk out of the restaurant, feet briskly moving against the pavement as you step further away from that lavish place.
Fetching your phone out as means of distraction, you find messages from Naomi and Kira, wishing you well on your date and whatnot. You scoff, shaking your head humourlessly as you try not to break into tears. Instead, you type out a message in the group chat.
Can I come over? Let's meet at Kira's place.
You shut your phone off as soon as they start sending concerned messages. You can't talk right now. You need to gather your shit together and just breathe for a few moments.
You've probably done the stupidest thing on this planet and broke an innocent man's heart so you need to have a few moments to yourself. You walk aimlessly around the city, the cold air making you shiver a little but you welcome it as it is a good distraction.
When you arrive at a random park, you find yourself a bench and sit down to watch the dark sky and the soft twinkle of the stars. And it seems like there's no escape for you as you are suddenly overwhelmed with a certain memory regarding Joshua.
It was at beginning of your relationship when you had just started to stay over at his place during the weekends. One night after dinner, he requested you to sit with him on his balcony as he offered you a glass of wine.
High above the ground, closer to the sky, you sat with him in utter silence except for a soft melody playing in the background from a speaker. None of you said a word but the moment was nowhere near awkward but purely magical. You had spent hours simply stargazing which was odd to do in the bustling city. For some reason, on that magical night, the sky was filled with more stars than you had ever seen in your life. 
Joshua kept refilling your glasses and exchanged soft, coquettish smiles, sometimes sweet touches with you that sent your heart in a frenzy. It was a night of silence, peace and magic and now that the moment is a far memory, you realize something.
That was probably the time you really fell in love with Joshua.
The realization brings tears to your eyes as you watch the sky now, alone and broken-hearted and like a cruel game of fate, the sky is full of stars today, too.
Whatever was left of your heart breaks even more as you try to wipe the tears and keep that at bay.
This moment right now is painful and absolutely heart wrenching but this is also a moment of clarity for you, you realize. You're a coward for running from the only good thing in your life but somehow, now you're strong enough to cut off a part of you, the cancerous part that you've been dragging for far too long.
So you quickly call the person from your caller list and wait for them to pick up.
"Finally changed your mind?" Is the first thing your sister says.
You clench your fists and bite your tongue to stop yourself from lashing out. "I'm calling to let you know that I won't receive your call ever again. I don't want anything to do with you. Or mom. I'm done."
"What?" She shrieks. "Listen, who do you think you are— "
"Aren't you tired too?" You whisper, finally breaking. "How long will this go on? It's been like this since dad died. We're a family. We're supposed to protect each other, love each other. But we're killing each other here and I'm tired. Let's just stop, Melissa."
There's silence on the other end of the line.
You continue. "I let mom go when she left us and refused to be helped. She's a lost cause and we know it. You can't keep sending her money. Well, if you want to, then do but I won't. I'm tired, Melissa."
"So you are dumping her on me?" She accuses.
"No, I'm not." You sigh, rubbing your forehead. "I'm telling you what I'm going to do. I'm telling you that you can do whatever you want to. Send her money, keep in touch with her or don't, I don't care. I won't accept your calls from now on and I hope you won't call too, Melissa."
"Fuck you, _____."
A lone teardrop pours down your cheek. "You were not the best sister but I understand you a little now. You were young and you had your own life. Still, you didn't kick me out when mom left. Thank you for that. And I'm sorry. If we meet again, let it be under better circumstances."
"Listen here, you fuck—"
"Goodbye, Melissa."
As you stare at the dark screen of your mobile, you feel like a huge burden has been lifted from your shoulders. You feel lighter and it feels easier to breathe. So you do.
You just breathe.
You inhale a lungful of air, despite it being chilly and try to put everything past you. Getting up from the bench you walk back towards the main road where you hail a cab to take you to Kira's place.
-
It has never been this quiet with the three of you. Whenever you all gathered it would be pure chaos but the scenery today is something you never expected to face.
Kira and Naomi sit on both of your sides, their face solemn as they stare at the wine glasses in their hands, much like what you are doing.
You came here and told them everything, crying your eyes out as you relieved the entire evening once again. They listened and even they got teary eyed which prolonged another crying session.
Now you sit on the sofa, drinking wine to knock yourself out but somehow that seems like a burden too. Now that you have no more tears left to cry there's a chilling hollow settling into your bones and you feel like a shell, an empty person, completely vacant inside.
"Why do I feel like I'm the one who broke up a 10 year old relationship or something?" Kira whispers, staring ahead blankly.
There's a pregnant pause in the air.
Her words sit heavy on your heart.
Naomi, who has been totally silent until now, shares her two cents. "______...what if...what if you read way too much into this? What if he just took you out on a simple dinner? What if he doesn't, you know...want you like that?"
A dry chuckle escapes your lips. "Naomi," you sigh. "You should have seen the look in his eyes. He— he looked at me with so much hope, like I'm his entire world or something." You shake your head, trying to rid the image of his sparkling eyes from your brain. They will haunt you even on your deathbed.
You set the glass down with a rather loud clank. "I mean— I knew something was up...he was being so weird the past few days. But I— I just couldn't imagine that he'd actually do something like this..." You rub your temples.
"What the fuck is wrong with that man?" Now you're yelling like a madwoman. "That guy could have anyone he wants but he chooses me! A good-for-nothing, weird and bitchy and broke college student! That's suspicious, right? He really can't really love me, can he?"
Your friends give you judgemental, you've completely lost your mind looks. "First of all," Kira starts in her no-nonsense tone, which is rare. "You are not good for nothing, weird or bitchy. Broke? Yes. But who the fuck cares? We're all broke. If anything, _____, you're a person full of dreams and ambitions and love. We have received so much love from you, even though you didn't get that from your family. I know you don't let many get close to you but the few of us who have been blessed with your presence know and feel and see what a truly great person you are."
Your friend's words close up your throat and suddenly, you feel like you've swallowed a sock. You hate this. You hate when they praise you like this and hate how much you want to believe them, how much you crave these words.
"Seriously," Naomi says. "You've never denied any of our requests. You've been there for us, for me, always. Even when I couldn't finish my history report, you came to my place in the middle of the night just to be my moral support. You give and give and give, ______ even though you have never received enough, you give, unknowingly."
"Guys..." Fresh tears start accumulating in your eyes. "You're my friends, I'm supposed to do all that." You mumble.
"No, you're not. You could've been a bitch of a friend and used us to get what you needed. And you literally forgave your sister for all her bullshit. " Kira rolls her eyes. "Give yourself a little credit, ______. You had a tough life but you've still managed to become this amazing person and you've been giving selflessly for us."
"No wonder Joshua would fall for you." Naomi playfully pokes your temple. "You're incredibly dense but you're a lovely person and an even lovelier company. You definitely made Joshua feel something that he didn't feel before to make him fall for you."
A lone tear trails down your cheek as you fiddle with your fingers.
Kira downs her glass in one go and shuffles next to you. "Now that we are being honest and spilling whatever the fuck is in our hearts, lemme say something else. You're a pussy. You're a pussy for leaving that man, a simp of a man like that."
You narrow your eyes at your friend's words and from beside you, Naomi snorts. "Yeah, I agree with that."
You turn to glare at her. So they are ganging up on you now?
"Seriously. Joshua is like a guy straight out of a romance novel or some shit. And I'm not talking about his billionaire extravaganza or whatever. I'm talking about his personality. Yes, I've never met him but he sounds so pure and gentle— "
"Except when he's in bed, of course," Kira interrupts with a giggle which tells you she's pretty drunk.
Before Naomi can continue her monologue, you stand up and hold your hands up in surrender. "Okay! Okay! I know what a great guy he is, alright? You don't have to kiss his ass like this. Besides, whose team are you on?"
"Team Joshua, sorry," Kira replies in an instant, leaning back into the sofa and giving you a cocky smile.
"Me too." Naomi gives you a sheepish smile.
"You two are traitors, you know?" You hiss at them.
"We're the speakers of the harsh truths. And I will say one more thing." Kira holds her hand up as if asking permission. "You should try."
"Try what?"
"To win him back."
You stare at her, incredulous, utterly baffled and if she had told you to run over an old lady or something, you'd be less surprised.
"You're drunk, Kira." You sigh.
"She's completely right." Naomi is quick to defend. "Who knows, _____? Maybe you still have a chance. Maybe this decision will change your life forever. Yes, there's nothing set in stone but I think you've tortured yourself enough. And this one time, just this once, you should chase after something. I mean, it is fucking clear you two love each other. Why are you putting the two of you through so much pain?"
You swallow. It seems like there's no ground beneath you, you're free falling and falling into a deep dark abyss where her words echo around and feel like a cold bucket of water on your skin.
"I don't know. I'm scared." Your cracks as you realize how much you want to see Joshua, just once more. You want to tell him how sorry you are and how much you love him, how he has become your hope and your entire world in such a short time.
You really are a pussy.
"Oh, babe." Kira quickly comes to wrap her arms around you, followed by Naomi. "It's okay. It's perfectly normal. But it shouldn't stop you."
"Let me call you a cab," Naomi is already moving away and rushing for the door.
"Wait- are you crazy? I didn't even— " you're hushed as Kira puts a finger on your lips. "Shut up. Get in the car and go to him. Talk to him. If he doesn't give you another chance, my name isn't Kira and I vow to pay for your rent for the rest of our lives."
You can't help but snort. "Be prepared."
She rolls her eyes. "But. If he does take you back, which he will, you shall attend my wedding wearing a tiger costume."
Before you can protest, Naomi rushes back in. "Hey! The cab's here."
"Go get him, tiger!"
As you are heading for the car, you hear Hoshi, Kira's boyfriend, emerge from his room in which he had been cooped up until now, giving the three of you privacy. "Hey, babe! Who are you calling tiger other than me?"
"Oh shut up and take me to bed, tiger."
You shake your head, a smile on your lips as you feel a little hope bloom in your chest. 
Maybe you still have a chance.
-
This is stupid. So unbelievable stupid and embarrassing. No one in their right mind would do this.
As you stand in front of Joshua's front door tipsy, tired and slightly shivering from the cold, you realize how badly this could go.
But since you've come this far, you might as well just go with it because the cab fare was definitely not cheap.
Your finger which has been hovering over the calling bell button with a gap of millimeters finally presses it and you go completely rigid, waiting for Joshua to either open the door or at least receive your call on the intercom.
Looks like he has decided you don't deserve to put your foot in his place no more because there's a beep alerting you that he has received the call and is currently watching you through the screen.
You realize you've never been this nervous in your life as you stare at the intercom camera, wide eyed with an embarrassed, awkward smile plastered on your face.
Shit. Get yourself together before he decides to end the call.
"H-hi," your voice is so pathetic to your own ears that you want to punch the wall and howl. "It's me...as you can see..."
Your subconscious facepalms and starts to bury herself into an imaginary ground. You wish you could do the same.
"I'm sorry, I— " You exhale a deep breath. You don't even know what you are trying to say. Rubbing your hands on your arms to provide some warmth, you take several deep breaths.
You can do this. You've got this one chance. You can't fuck this up.
This time, determined, you focus your eyes back on the camera. "As you can see, I'm really bad at this and talking to a camera feels even weird. So I'm just gonna sit down here and talk. Please just listen to me, that's all I ask of you."
You make yourself comfortable on the ground as you lean against the wall just by the door to his penthouse. As soon as your ass hits the floor, you shiver due to its coldness.
You'll probably die of pneumonia but it'll be so worth it.
Inhaling a lungful of air, you start. "I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry about a lot of things, Joshua, especially about tonight. I did the most horrible, despicable, atrocious thing ever and I probably broke your heart but you have to know I didn't mean it and I didn't want to do it."
You let out a breath, blinking repeatedly to stop the tears from falling.
"I'm so, so stupid, Joshua. And I'm such a coward. You're the best thing that has happened to me in this hell of a life and I've always pushed you away. But I never wanted to do it. I never wanted to let you go. I wanted to be close to you. I longed for you more and more every day and that sacred me. I'm s-so s-scared, Joshua." Somewhere along the line, your voice cracks and a quiet sob ripples out of your throat. Clearing your voice, you start again.
"You know, I've always been left behind. The people that were supposed to love me, didn't and that made me realize that if they didn't love me, how could someone else do that? I know this sounds like bullshit but I've always been scared of this. I hated the thought of being abandoned or seen as a burden or a charity. And I kept making things worse in my head even though the reality was far from it."
"The time I spent with you was magical, Joshua. Every moment of it. Even though I didn't deserve any of it, you gave me so much and made me feel so appreciated. I can't thank you enough for that. And I can't apologize enough for what I've done to you today. But still, I'm here and I'll say I'm sorry. I'll say it a million times not to make you forgive me but to show you that I mean it." You breathe in deeply.
There has been utter silence and you would think he left but there has been no sound from the device to let you know he hung up.
Once again, gathering all your courage, you speak. "I know you'll probably never want to see my face again but just know that..." You stop as you have to speak the three words that have been on the tip of your tongue for ages now. The words that you've always wanted to tell him yet you didn't. Well, now's your chance.
"I love you, Joshua. I love you so fucking much I only wish I could explain. I love you more than anything in the entire world. And I'm sorry for not see saying this earlier, when the moment was right, when you were in front of me. But I need you to know, Joshua. I love you."
It takes you a while to realize that you're crying but you're surprised to understand that the tears are not from any pain but from the huge relief you feel, how your heart feels lighter and how free and liberated you feel.
So you let the tears fall, crying your heart out because you are leaving your old self here, right at this moment. No matter what happens from now on, however Joshua treats you, you will remember this feeling and you will hold it dearest in your heart.
As you are in the middle of your crying session, you hear something akin to a door opening, somewhere far off so you don't open your eyes to check. But then you hear footsteps and some movement beside and as you open your eyes and look up, you see him.
Joshua's blank stare is the first thing that greets you as he keeps eyeing you with a straight face, no emotion whatsoever. Quickly you wipe away your tears in an attempt to look less pathetic— not that it helps and prepare yourself to be kicked to the curb.
Instead, he surprises you by holding out his hand. With wide eyes and like a deer stuck in headlights, you gape at him and then his hand, before you realize he's offering it to help you stand up. With a shaky hand, you reach for it and Joshua pulls you up from the cold ground and right into his warm chest.
The moment is something straight out of a movie as the force of his tug sends you crashing into his strong chest. For a moment, you hesitate but when you see he makes no attempt to push you away, you bury your face into his soft sweater. His arms wrap around your back, rubbing it up and down as he comments on how cold you are.
However, you can't bring yourself to care for anything else. This moment right here is your heaven and even though the thought that this may be the last time you get to feel his body next to you splits your heart open, you don't let it distract you. Instead, you inhale deeply into his chest and let his clean scent wash over you, ingraining it into the deepest part of your brain as you let your body go lax for a moment.
For the first time since being with him, you drop all your guards and simply let your bodies mold into one, uncaring of everything else and just feeling him, baring yourself to him. The only thing you hate is that it took you this long.
As you are having your moment, Joshua suddenly grabs below your ass and then as if you are a child, carries you inside his house, cradling your body next to his despite your protests.
"You need to warm up." He states, voice devoid of emotion as he drops you onto the living room sofa and heads towards the bedroom. From there, he returns with a fluffy white blanket and drapes it around your shoulders.
You can only look at him in wonder as he does so. When you expect him to sit down next to you, or maybe say something, he disappears into the kitchen, leaving your dumbfounded state alone.
What is he doing? Why is he ignoring everything you had spilled? Did he not hear it? Does he not care anymore? Or is this a nice way of kicking you out of his life forever?
Anxiously you chew on your lip, wrapping the blanket around you tighter. Joshua returns right then, holding a steaming mug in one hand which seems to be tea. His gesture tugs at your heartstrings and you have this urge to start crying once again.
"Drink." It's a command as he holds the mug in front of you. You oblige, reaching for the mug and taking a small, careful sip before cupping it with your arms to feel the warmth. Now that you are inside you realize just how cold you had been.
Joshua sits next to you and almost subconsciously, you scoot away a little, afraid to come in contact with him for some reason. If he notices, he says nothing but stares at you with an unreadable expression, one that you've never seen on him and it makes you worry.
What is he thinking?
Swallowing, you take another sip of the tea and then another hoping to hear something from him. But he stays silent and you realize your worst fear has come true. He's done with you. He is going to kick you out as soon as you are done drinking this tea.
So you try to save yourself from further embarrassment. Setting the mug on the coffee table, you shrug the blanket off your shoulders and start getting up. "Well then...I'll get go— "
You're immediately pulled back into the sofa by a strong arm. Joshua's eyes blaze with an emotion you've never seen before; fiery, accusatory, annoyed as he hisses. "What is wrong with you!"
His reaction confuses you. What does he mean?
"What?" You blink, perplexed. "I— I just thought that I should go home— "
"Will you stop overthinking for once? Did I ask you to leave?" This time you hear the hurt in his tone more than the anger and you immediately sew your lips shut. Joshua rakes a frustrated hand through his hair and exhales loudly. "God, _____...." He shakes his head, probably at a loss for words.
"I was gonna leave because you were not saying anything and I thought you didn't want me to stick around..." You mumble.
"God. I was letting you warm up and feel comfortable before I addressed the elephant in the room." He glares at you.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, a part of you feels giddy. You've never seen Joshua angry before so this is a sight. And something tells you, you shouldn't poke him right now and just be quiet. You whisper. "Sorry."
Joshua sighs, his shoulders visibly slugging and he looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. You have this urge to reach out to him and smooth out the lines of worry on his face.
"You're so... stubborn, ______." He murmurs, more to himself than you. "God...the least you could have done was listen to me instead of ditching me like that."
You wince at the memory. That, undoubtedly, was the stupidest decision you ever made. You're about to, once again, apologize but Joshua starts talking.
"_______." His eyes lock with yours. "You're such an amazing person and it is my fault for not making you realize it and letting you think so little of yourself."
You're opening your mouth to interrupt but he holds up his finger and begrudgingly, you stop. How can he say that?
"But now that you're here, I'll say something I've always wanted to say. You're the best thing that could have happened to me and I wish I could show you how much I mean it. I sometimes honestly have a hard time grasping the fact that you are real and you are in my life, ______. I've found myself attracted to you from the first day we met at the restaurant. You're different, you're intriguing. You've shielded your heart from the world yet you have this lively innocence surrounding you and it drew me in. Whenever I looked at you— even thought of you, I felt at peace and I felt better. I didn't realize I was lonely until you came along, ______. You make the dullest things interesting. You make my world so fucking colorful. You bring life to me and the thought of you leaving kills me."
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
You're crying. It's impossible to not cry after hearing those words, paired with the look in his eyes, the raw emotions shining in them. You have to stifle your sobs to let him speak and not end up wailing once again.
Gosh, you never knew you have so many tears.
One of Joshua's hands reaches out to wipe a trail of tear from your cheek. "I want you and everything that comes with you. Every tear, every pain, every scar, every little thing you have, I want it. I need it. I need you just as you are, ______. And I would do anything to protect you. I really hope you will start believing that."
You can't help it anymore. You're flinging yourself into his arms, ugly crying, fat tears rolling down your face as you try to literally bury yourself in his chest. "Oh, Joshua."
"Shh. It's okay. Gosh, you're such a crybaby." The tenderness in his voice laced with emotions, his soft stroking on your hair— it all makes you turn into mush for this man and you swear to yourself as long as you have life in your body, you will never ever hurt this man again nor let anybody hurt him.
"I love you too, _____. You were silly to think I'd never want to see you again." He whispers into your hair. You're moving to look up at him but he holds you tightly, keeping you in his arms as he continues speaking. "My heart broke when you left, I'm not going to lie. But I was mad at myself. I couldn't make you comfortable enough to— "
"Joshua, no." Your tone is adamant as you push against his chest and scowl at him. "Please, please don't say that. What I did today evening was a horrible decision on my part. You had nothing to do with it. As always, I let my intrusive thoughts win but it won't be happening from now on." Your hands reach forward to cup his cheek. "I love you. I've always loved you and I always will."
"I love you too." He gives you the softest of smiles and fireworks go off in your heart. You want to scream, cry and yell at the top of your lungs but you only manage to grin from ear to ear. Joshua mirrors it before leaning towards you, eyes going over to your lips.
Your breath stutters.
Softly, oh so slowly, he attaches his lips to yours while cupping both of your cheeks. Your hands move to clutch his biceps as you completely melt against his mouth, the familiar feel and taste of him soothing away all the pain from the last couple of hours.
Wanting more, you shift and move on top of his thighs, kissing him deeply and urgently. He reciprocates and soon it's a battle of teeth and tongue. When you both pull apart for air, Joshua has this flushed glow on his face, his eyes shining with so much love and it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. If there was a jetpack attached to your heart it would take off to space right now.
"I'm so lucky to have you." You say thoughtlessly. He laughs softly at that but you're completely serious. "I can't believe you forgave me after what I did. I was such an asshole."
"No, you weren't." He frowns before tapping your temple. "You just said no more intrusive thoughts. So stop that."
Right.
You manage a sheepish smile as he once again engulfs you into his huge chest. You snuggle into him, getting comfortable and letting your mind simply drift. He holds you in silence, occasionally kissing your hair while he rubs your back softly. You feel yourself drifting off, the absolute comfort and safety of his arms making you sleepy. Not to mention you've had the most eventful evening of your life.
Just then, he speaks. "You're so cute. Falling asleep on me, sweets. But there's something you're forgetting."
"Hmm?"
"I think you deserve a punishment for what you did this evening."
The seductive growl in his voice suddenly removes all the sleep from your system and you're wide awake and anticipating. Your surprised, slightly excited gaze makes him smirk.
"I thought we're now past that daddy and baby relationship." You faux pout but he sees through your act. His eyes narrow. "So you don't want a punishment?"
"Hmm." You pretend to think. "Does it involve spanking?"
The cocky grin on his face is panty melting.
"And much more." It's a promise that lightens up your whole body.
"Lead the way, daddy." You whisper in his ear, making sure he feels your breath. Joshua groans, pushing you onto your back on the sofa. "Such a brat till the end." He smashes his lips against yours, stroking your tongue with his as he holds your hands above your head together. "Let's do something about that, hmm? What's your safeword, sweets?"
"Gentleman."
1 year later
It's the same place. The historic one where you ditched Joshua almost a year ago and ran like Cinderella.
It's surreal how quickly a year has passed. You've got your degree and started your job as a junior editor at a rising publishing company, all with Joshua by your side. Joshua has also become good friends with Kira and Naomi, showing up with you on hangouts every now and then. They're absolute fans of him, giving him undivided attention and spilling every embarrassing secret about you. 
Kira also got engaged to Hoshi last month and as a congratulatory gift, Joshua got them tickets to the Maldives. You wanted to reprimand him for such an expensive gift but Kira's childish giddiness made you let him off easy.
Overall, life has been good. You've worked on yourself and now you're more accepting of everything that has been given to you. You have learned to focus more on the positive and let go of the negatives.
After that eventful night, your sister did call you but you didn't pick up and then she sent you messages giving all types of threats. She also dropped by your apartment when you weren't there so that was fortunate.
Not long after, you changed your number and after many requests from Joshua, you moved in with him. Now you've grown so accustomed to living with him that you don't know how you survived before.
Being back here, in this beautiful restaurant is quite exciting for you as you plan on doing the things you missed out on last time, like drinking the wine and eating the fancy food. The last time you were here definitely didn't go well but you're adamant about enjoying this night and replacing the bad memories with the good.
Joshua, however, has been stressed since he got in the car. You were the one to mention revisiting this restaurant and though he didn't deny your request, he definitely looks like he has PTSD, you now understand.
"Hey. I'm not walking out on you again." You reach for his hand over the table. He looks dashing, his dark hair pushed back, dressed in a pristine white shirt and dark grey suit and you can't wait to get home and take it all off.
His smile is a little nervous. "Sure." He mocks and you laugh. "If it makes you feel any better, you can walk out on me tonight. Do give me a moment to take off my heels though because I'll be chasing you."
That earns you a gentle laugh from him and you immediately feel better. If you ever got your hands on a time machine, you'd visit yourself that night and smack that bitch until she came to her senses. That'd be quite a scene.
Soon the waiter arrives and takes your orders before leaving you two to yourself once again. You take pictures of the beautiful place and the equally gorgeous night sky, before asking Joshua to take some photos of you.
"Joshua?" You call for him, thrice. The man seems to be lost somewhere else as he burns holes into the table. "Huh?" He blinks as you snap your fingers.
You sigh. "Shua, what's wrong? Is this about last time? I swear— "
"No! No, damn it." He says, a little too forcefully, making you concerned. What's wrong with him? Should you be getting worried? Is he... breaking up with you?
"Joshua?" Your voice suddenly becomes shaky. "Did I do something wrong? I— "
"Fuck. I can't wait anymore. Let's get this over with." He suddenly hisses and stands up, coming to stand by your chair. With alarmed eyes, you watch him, his face extremely serious, eyes focused but also a little nervous.
What on earth is the matter?
The next second, he drops onto one knee and your heart flies out of your chest, quite literally. You gasp and cover your mouth with both hands as he produces a little black box from his pocket and holds it open, revealing a beautiful, glittering diamond ring.
You're too stunned to speak.
"______." He breathes, eyes focused on you, his voice just a little shaky. "I love you. I fell in love with you the first day I saw you and I fall in love with you more and more every day. You're the sun of my world, my light in the dark and there is no life for me without you. So please, will you do the honor of marrying me and loving me forever?"
By now, hot tears are rolling down your face, probably ruinning your makeup but you just can't stop. You hiccup, trying to give him an answer but you can't. So you just nod your head aggressively and hold out your hand.
He gives you a fond smile and you can see the tears in his eyes shine as he puts the ring on your finger.
A perfect fit. Just like him.
"You didn't exactly say yes, you know." He teases as he stands up. You roll your eyes, wiping away the tears and pulling him closer by the lapels and kissing him deeply.
"Yes, Joshua. It's always a yes."
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A/N 2: More than any other fic, your reviews and thoughts will be especially appreciated for this one as I've had a hard time finishing it due to writer's block and in general lack of motivation. But after doing so, I'm really happy and satisfied with the outcome. These characters are really dear to my heart so it would mean the world to me if you all left a little message. As always, thank you.
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notes from december performance post-previews that i somehow just wrote up last night in august 2023 whattt how did that happennn:
the way jack replies to “you’re seeing stars alright” feels way more in response to crutchie’s attitude- and when he talks abt his dad getting stomped on it’s not just a context reveal. it’s jack telling crutchie he’s self-aware, he understands his shit place in the world and his desire to change it. just that it’s nice to dream. ow
“time for dreaming’s done” isn’t said with a smile. btw. if u even care
jack stealing finch’s mirror gets me every time
katherine looks back at jack at his “im crushed!” with a little smile
i get that the only reason buttons helps with a lot of the tricks is because he’s the DC but that doesn’t make it any less sweet… he’s always with splasher lmao
jack is quite uncomfortable with the nuns, he doesn’t look at any of them
never ever over spalsher’s little head tilt after his big flip
oscar grabs race’s collar on “i guess he didn’t take care of me!”
morris goes to hit crutchie again after pushing him to the ground before jack stops him
love when race bounces on his toes when he thinks he says something funny
morris blows his cig smoke into davey’s face when he’s grabbing him the extra paper
henry imitates les with finch as his davey, hobbling up to weasel down on his knees
jack rolls his eyes after telling davey “it’s just business” after shaking les’s hand. like can u believe this guy lmao
“mine taught me not to starve” looking at davey like ‘wtf is wrong with you’ LMAO. like jack’s irked with davey actually judging for something so ingrained into jack’s life fr
“HEY!! who was that guy >:(!”
medda checks on jack’s hair and he giggles mid sentence :) like “mooom in front of my friends??”
kaths look of Disgust when jack goes “i admire smart girls” is soooo done. she’s finished w this mf
katherine stays on the set as it shifts into WWK’s scene, staring at jack’s drawing, totally absorbed. i just think it’s fun how when davey sees jack’s backdrop he’s stunned in the same way kath is at her portrait. anyway
jack goes toward finch during the “our union is hereby formed to watch each other’s backs” after leaving ike and finch sweeeeerves away from him. finch only comes on board when davey does actually
when jack’s on the wagon with the “what if the delanceys come out swinging” etc he does a small laugh when the newsies all yell their response like he’s surprised !!
katherine is positioned right above the world’s door as if she’s. inside. ofc initially we read it as her just observing from above but it’s her literal building too.
“specs, you take queens.” “thank you!”
buttons gives kath a friendly wave and race offers his water cup when katherine comes into jacobi’s. walks right past the water even as race keeps his hand out lmfao
tommy lifts elmer into his arms after kath says they’d make front page
“this is not some little vaudeville im reviewing” felt more significant
“give those kids and me the brand new century and watch what happens” is a Plea.
welliguessitdependsonhowyoulookatitifyoulookandseebrooklynthenthey’rewithushaha! then race guns toward davey to yell at him
davey is not afraid to yell when his nerves get shot —> when the scabs boutta get they shit rocked
“them? or them.” OSCAR WAVES LMFAOOO
piggyback for les from racer
fight time
-morris has it OUT for racer in the pre-cop half. literally think he gets smacked with the bat TWICE. he’s on the ground, watches splasher get smacked from the ground, and BOLTS UP and races over to him shoving past morris. insane
-jack only swings on the rope to make a clear path for davey and les actually bc that action is the only reason they get to that half of the stage
-finch and romeo teammates for LIFE. they fought like the whole thing together fr. only pair that stuck out to me for the whole length of it (and then of course they watch crutchie get taken from the audience ough)
-nah jack Is a good fighter thru this it’s just the seize the day moment w the delanceys that he’s shit at btw
-davey doesn’t fight literally at all the whole time :/ c’mon. uncanonizing this in my mind
-SPECS KICKS ASS !! he’s got a bat and everything!! fuck yeah!!
shut up jack wipes at his eye during santa fe at “guy can catch a break”
^guy who lets out a sigh of relief when the post card is still in his pocket. fuck off
act twooo
kath goes to racer abt where jack might’ve gone and he’s abt to answer before albert pipes up
race flicking davey’s hat to the side>
^also they keep chatting thru tap sequences i love it
kath holding davey’s hand while they talk in the corner during table movement
crutchie holds his side when he sings…
^the only part crutchie gets teary at is when he starts talking abt the boys/family :,)
“and a little something extra, just on account of im gonna miss you so-” sounds like medda broke off bc her voice got watery 🥲
“every newsie—who could walk—was out there selling papes” OW the rephrasing of that line
as soon as jack turns his backdrop around to show the strike painting davey walks away soooo fast to turn away
WWH reprise is such an argument. “WE’RE ALREADY WINNING!!” yell davey yell!!
^jack makes the most fuming, boiling angry face after “y’know why a snake starts to rattle 😌?”
davey initiates the spit shake when jack offers his hand
kath is Mortified watching snyder expose jack’s refuge history AND SHES SO MAD when pulitzer gets between her and jack omfg
“be glad you’re alive, kid” is spoken and cruel asf but wbk
morris’s laugh kills me everytime it’s so fucked in the head. goddamn
jack doesn’t let davey touch him when he enters the rally like he doesn’t want davey to look like he knew abt the betrayal beforehand….
scope runs RIGHT up to jack after spot pushes him and goes to yell at him LMAO… lucky has to drag her away
“is that really what it’s like in there? rats everywhere, and vermin?” is taken as judgement and not concern and jack fuckin jumps on it LMAO
the actual motion of disgust jack makes at “you just double crossed us to your father- your… father.” dead every time he literally flinches
“i just didn’t tell you everything!!” is said at the opposite side of the stage as jack and looking down and away. idk why she’s the only katherine that has ever played this line as guilty but i’m always so glad for it
“i’m not stupid.” “no-” “i know girls like you… don’t wind up with guys.. like me.” heathers voice: i will never shut up abooout this
jack seems very afraid of the word love?? during kath’s entire piece of STBI he stays away from her… and she def thinks she’s fucked up for a sec fr
wah this song is so tender :( they hold each other very softly
“hey! um… it’s good to have ya back.”
clarice’s spot also has a moment with race beside just letting the kids into the cellar together..<3 ik lillie’s has more tho
there is something so personal abt davey jacobs saying “bleeeed ‘eeeem” while looking dead into jack’s eyes
davey’s reckless hug once jack’s made the deal with pulitzer… every timeeee
FINCH CRUTCHIE HUG!! first to get to him and holds him the longest before race and jack come along :)
“new york’s got us. and we’ a family.” is said as such a statement of fact like crutchie just ends any argument right there. he just knows jack so fucking well.
:)
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kokushibouthings · 1 year
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Pairing: tomura shigaraki x reader
Content: Reader is a streamer, AFAB/female reader, Non con(?), reader is into it, reader has a "perfect" body + not specified eye color skin tone nor hair length and color(?) , readers wearing a medium lengthed pencil skirt, non con(?), Sub reader
Side note: yes, tomura has a finger or two lifted up every time he grips onto something. No asking why I don't bother just putting it in.🤬
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I slightly bite my lower lip angrily at the fact I failed to kill the creeper without it exploding
"Damn it... Now there's a hole in the ground!"
Grabbing the dirt blocks, Not bothering to fill it in and just covered the top in return of chat spamming; "How could you do that?!" "Fill the hole up.." "Cursed."
I scoffed a little confused, "since was not filling up a creeper explosion cursed..?"
I notice a chat, with the same user I always see in almost every livestream I do and repost videos of my livestreams. "It wasn't cursed ever."
I found it a little cute, Having a long term fan always coming onto my streams.. "Thanks for agreeing, AFORP" I always noticed that user even though the chats were honestly a bit fast at updating.
After a few minutes in the livestream.. Almost finished building your minecraft base and a mob spawner farm.
[ AFORP has donated 270 ---- ]
Do you love me?
I listened to the text to speech while half focused on the game, "Sure I do." I replied barely really caring at all not noticing who even donated...as the chat spammed wtfs or stuff like did you get a boyfriend.
After a while, I decide to end the stream after 2 and a half hours. Finally getting to stretch and fall into my warm mattress grabbing my phone. I noticed I was starting to run low on cash and desperately needed to pay a LOT of bills...
Boldly deciding to start an onlyfans, Setting it up overnight before getting some sleep and continuing in the morning...
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I post the pictures embarrassingly, in hope of getting some cash. Desperate times are desperate needs.
Surprisingly, and shockingly. The first one to comment on the video about my recently updated bio with the OF link was AFORP..
"God you look so fuckin' pretty.. Just wann' rip you apart so bad." I read, Taking it as sarcasm replying to his comment; "Do it." Thinking he wouldn't...
Oh you were so wrong and in for one hell of a ride of your life.
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Your legs were spread apart as his legs were between them, with your hands completely being pushed down against the mattress with his open palms lifting some fingers up making sure to not decay the bed,
As your wildly jackhammering your legs panicking since you're very much aware of the fact he's the one of the infamous notorious villains, He takes his hands away from yours to scratch his neck with one of his.
"Weren't you the one who told me to do this? Why are you so afraid now?" You backed up in the corner of your bed completely terrified for your life.
As he just practically climbed on the bed, Heading towards you. "E ...—eek! What do you want from me?!" You yelled out squirming closing your eyes, knees into your face ready to brace any pain
"Are you fuckin' stupid? A lil' disappointin for my favorite streamer who was apparently fearless to be afraid of me." He grabbed your hand, Forcing you to lay down on your back having him hover over you. You took a bit processing what he meant..
"are you AFORP...? suddenly I'm not so scared of you.." Your eyes looked into his, Confusingly having the most notorious villain wrapped around your finger.
"You should be cause I'm gonna fuck your brains out till you cry and beg." He flips you over having you lay on your chest this time, Grabbing onto your hair yanking it so hard as if hes trying to find out if you're wearing a wig..
"Wh...–what the fucck– stop! Stop! that hurts!!" You cry out already telling him to stop, "How about you be an obedient little slut? Can't believe you're already begging when I only just yanked on your hair."
Slapping your clothed cunt, Having you yelp at his action... As he works his zipper down, shortly before lifting up your skirt and folding it to get a better view of your ass.
"God you look so fuckin' perfect with those laced panties, How about you spread your legs a bit wider?" He lets go of your hair, Making you almost just fall onto the mattress face flat... Luckily you got on your arms.. But.
At this point, you just give in and obey him spreading your legs a bit wide open, if you knew he could practically just kill you within 5 seconds if you disobeyed would you still try to rebel against him? No. exactly.
You look behind you to look at what he's even doing.. "Well If I'm your favorite streamer do you mind going gentle atleast.." He scoffed, "Sure, whatever. That's the least best thing I could probably do for you." He enters slowly, but fuck he was still so fucking rough and painful.
"W—wait don't you have a condom..? What if you'll get me pregnant I don't want to be known as the most infamous villains wife or whatever..." He takes a hand to his neck, Scratching it annoyingly.. "I know what I'm doing. I won't cum inside, happy? Now stop fuckin' talking before I might hurt your dumbass."
You could feel every hot, rough inch and veins of him inside of you. God he was pretty ugly from far away but you had to admit he was a lot hotter in this time close up.. I guess he grew up a little bit. And his hair is longer– wait why do you care about that? Anyway continuing...
sloppily thrusting inside of you, hitting your g-spot every single thrust... Shortly moving onto a quicker rough pace with you squirming against his length..
A few fingers slide down near your velvet lines, rubbing his fingers against your cute little bead "Godd you're so wet, I bet you were hoping for something like this to happen. Just...heelplesssly wat–tching me ...—po..-und you like a whoor...re" Although you desperately tried to cover your mouth with the palm of your hand, low soft moans escaped your lips..
"f.... –fuck..Mmngh, Aa..Ah! ssh —..hiit.." You whimpered, squirming and shaking badly under his touch, A streamer who was apparently fearless ruined in around 4 minutes..
His length abusing your cunt, as a finger rubs against your clit in circular motions consistently after sliding it up and down..
You were already about to have your 2nd orgasm, feeling the same knot in your stomach about to rip as tears dripped down onto the bed sheets accompanied with drool
You could feel him shortly pulling out, releasing it all over your back as you just collapsed exhaustedly..
"Don't worry, I won't just leave you here. I guess I'll help clean you up... Didn't get you to beg at all but whatever" But he ended up doing it only after a few minutes of playing around with your chest and a 2 minute break...
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You wake up to be alone, with a completely different set of clothes and snacks on your desk.. Confused about what happened. (yea you barely remember anything 🫡)
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fionajames · 5 months
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tcw circus au!
this is for @lovejoysoots, this is the second part of your request.
guys i have no fucking idea wtf this is but like here, i rlly rlly rlly enjoyed writing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this is the third piece of writing of four im posting today (srsly dont hold me to that tho) enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ahsoka cracked her knuckles yet again, rolling her shoulders back and pushing her three blue and white plaits back. The younger girl had orange-tan skin, creamy birthmarks that looked more like markings, bright blue eyes and very long blue and white hair that she always tied in three plaits.
The acrobatic raced forwards in a sprint, launching herself off of the caravan’s roof and landing lightly on the tightrope strung up behind the caravans and the stage. Ahsoka breathed a sigh of relief as she dropped from the rope and onto the mat below, high-fiving Anakin.
Anakin had medium length messy brown hair, swimming blue eyes, light skin and a scar covering his right eye that no one really knows how he got, as he changes the cause every time. Standing next to him was Obi-Wan, who had ginger hair around the same length as Anakin’s, a ginger beard, freckled light skin and calm blue eyes. 
The three worked closely together as Anakin had been Obi-Wan’s apprentice and then Ahsoka was Anakin’s. They all worked in Acrobatics but Ahsoka was also very talented in Equestrian Vaulting. They were like brothers and sister, and everyone in the circus knew it. “Good job, little one,” Obi-Wan told her and she beamed at him as he also high-fived her. “Arsev is ready.”
Ahsoka beamed and nodded as she and Anakin headed to the stables to get their own horses. Ahsoka’s horse was a male red and white paint horse called Arsev, and Anakin’s was a blue roan quarter horse named Artoo. Sure, the horses' names were weird, but they all had meanings. 
“Are you ready for tonight?” Anakin asked as he led Artoo from his stable, walking by the horse’s shoulder. Ahsoka did the same, playing with the end of Arsev’s mane as she did. 
“Always am,” she told him with a smirk, waving to her best friend - a teenaged boy several years older named Rex - as he walked past. Rex came from a huge family that had all been orphaned and he and a huge portion of his brothers had joined their circus. 
“Well that’s good,” Anakin told her with a light shove to her shoulder. She gasped dramatically and pushed him back. “Race you to the river!” He shouted as he jumped on Artoo, racing off in the direction with a laugh.
“Rude,” Ahsoka snarled as she grasped the horn of the saddle, throwing herself up onto her horse in one quick motion. “Let’s go beat this bitch’s ass, Arsev,” she told her horse before chasing after Anakin.
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After Ahsoka and Arsev beat Anakin and Artoo in every single race he declared - even though Anakin denied losing every single time - they ended up at the 212th’s caravan. They’d given all of the caravans numbers - random numbers, there weren’t actually hundreds of caravans - and grouped various people into them.
The 212th’s caravan consisted of Obi-Wan, Cody, Boil, Waxer, Trapper and Oddball, and they’d painted their caravan yellow and white. Ahsoka and Anakin were in the 501st caravan - although they’d given Ahsoka a hammock so she was out of sight from the others, for privacy - with Rex, Fives, Echo, Tup, Jesse and Hardcase. Although some of the names were strange, a lot of the boys had changed their both names to their nicknames upon joining the circus. 
There were more caravans everywhere including the main caravan which consisted of the ringmaster - a cool, crazy, short man called Yoda - his second-in-command - a tall, stern-ish man called Mace - and the rest of their group - Shaak, Kit, Ki-Adi and Plo. 
Although, Plo had moved to be with his sons - they weren’t really his sons but he’d basically adopted all of them - in the 104th with Wolffe, Sinker, Boost and Comet. Plo had basically adopted most of the circus members and Yoda had gone along with it.
“Hey, Cody!” Ahsoka chirped as the man leapt down from the roof of his caravan, landing beside her with a smile.
“Hey, kid, how’s it going?” The boy asked, ruffling her hair and laughing when she grimaced at the action. 
“Not bad!” She told him with a grin, swatting his hand away. “I’m going to visit the boss.”
Cody laughed and pushed her in Yoda’s caravan lightly. “Off you go then.” 
Ahsoka skipped to the Jedi caravan - why’d they’d named it ‘Jedi’ no one really remembered - as she waved and greeted everyone she saw along the way. “Yoda, are you in here?” She knocked and smiled when she was met with the familiar short man. Yoda had very long white and green hair and a beard to match it, with the same colours. He had gleaming, wise green eyes and light skin. 
“Hello, Ahsoka,” he greeted and Ahsoka gave him a smile. “Ready for the show tonight, you are?” Ahsoka nodded, very used to his strange way of talking. Everyone was. No one could remember why he did it, or even if he could not do it.
“Yes, Yoda!” She saluted playfully. 
“Then with Fives, you should go,” Yoda told her, poking her with the end of his walking stick - a brown stick with interesting, swirling patterns. “Guard the money, you shall.”
Ahsoka laughed and nodded, turning to leave. “Yes sir!” She shouted as she hurried to meet her friend.
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Hours later, Ahsoka was stood with a huge grin as she played with Arsev’s mane, getting ready to head into the ring. As Mace introduced her, the crowd cheered. “Ready, Snips?” Anakin asked, ruffling her hair as always.
“Always, Skyguy.”
Ahsoka took Arsev’s reign and led him into the ring with her, letting go as she did. She bowed as the crowd cheered, Arsev beginning to canter around the ring. Ahsoka sucked in a breath as she reached an arm out as the horse went past, grasping onto the horn of the saddle and pulling herself up and onto the saddle in one quick motion.
As the crowd cheered, Ahsoka began standing up on Arsev’s saddle, spreading her arms out for balance. She moved into a handstand with a grin as she spotted Anakin, Obi-Wan and Rex cheering her on from behind the curtains. 
Ahsoka continued to do her routine with many, many impressive manoeuvres. After she’d finished, Hardcase, Jesse and Fives entered the stage and did their usual comedy routine - something that made absolutely everyone laugh. Rex and Cody then performed their music act - which everyone found hypnotising and stunning. 
Then Obi-Wan and Anakin entered the stage to do their acrobatics act. As usual, the crowd was astounded as Obi-Wan dangled Anakin from the top of the ropes - metres in the air - and threw him up in the air. Anakin did a flip before Obi-Wan caught his feet again. 
They continued their performance until the show was over, when groups of the performers left for Rex, Cody and some others to busk. 
“You were great, Snips,” Anakin told Ahsoka as she pulled out her violin - which she played fiddle style - and grabbed his own guitar. 
“So were you, Skyguy,” she told him. 
“Everyone was great,” Obi-Wan told them, entering the caravan to watch. 
“That’s for sure.”
hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!!!!!! im very tempted to do more of this so tell me if i should!!!!!!!!!!!!!
request people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like im being srs. pls.
ps. OMG I JUST REALISED THAT THE SEPPIES CAN BE A RIVAL CIRCUS 😲
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annabellelupin · 9 months
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thoughts I've had while re reading poa as a marauders fan, part one (chapters 1 - 4)
(id just like to point out this is my first time reading the books since middle school and first time I've read the books since I became a marauders fan in 2020)
chapter 1
- ok so ye the Weasleys are really poor, but if they're "extremely poor" you'd figure they'd use their money for something other than a vacation
-I forgot sweet little hedwig existed djdjdjdkdjd
-someone please eat the rat
-let the future cat have him pleaseeeee
-why did I start to dislike hermione so much again??? maybe it's just movie hermione I hate and I can't remember the differences between the two
chapter 2
-why are most of the antagonistic characters portrayed as fat and why is the fact that dudley is obese brought up so many fucking times like that seems pretty fat phobic of you Rowling
- when actually reading and thinking about the Harry potter books and movies I imagine the actor that played sirius and not the fanart marauders sirius I'm more used to, and apparently his hair is depicted as elbow length in the books not shoulder length WE WERE ROBBED. could have had long haired sirius with a bun in ootp
- also I swear marauders Era Sirius and golden trio era Sirius (so canon and fanon sirius) are two completely different people in my mind
- also forgot "muggle" news talked about sirius
-just finished the chapter and seriously he is so sassy (guess that's what you get when you're Sirius and marlenes godson, and James and Lily's actual son)
- also I really fucking hate how much mental abuse is glazed over here like????
- it happens every summer and he's forced to return to his abusers like wtf
- this is why I don't like Dumbledore very much
chapter 3
-forgot padfoot wasn't like an actual dog sized dog
-lowkey forgot about padfoot in general ngl
-bro harry are your really throwing precious and innocent Neville under the bus rn come on dude seriously
-ok like when they mention Sirius I can't help to think of the dramatic, gay, Remus obsessed Sirius from all of the wolfstar text posts I've read
-also the fact they have to clarify what a gun is in the wizard news is wow
-same with Ron not knowing how to use a phone
-no wonder these people keep having Wizarding wars and unstable teachers at their schools
- love how this 13 year old kid is panicking over the possibility of going to wizard prison for breaking one rule
-also side note the more I read the more I feel like Daniel Radcliffe portrayed him super well
- hedwig supremacy
- "ur the literal wizard president" "yea but I'm not ur guardian dumbass I can't sign ur permission slip what in hell is this"
- why is reading stans parts so fucking hard
chapter 4
- ah Florean Fortescue the one genuinely nice adult in these books (isn't he like Alice's dad or something?) I just remembered her last name is actually more or less a headcanon uhhh that's fun
- the Irish quidditch team are actually mentioned along with the quidditch world cup even Harry's checkin out the firebolt
- coincidence that Dean and Seamus are mentioned at the same time? I think not
- seriously jkr why do you keep giving kids abusive gaurdians and acting like it's nothing (talking about Neville and his grandmother)
- "...Ron looking incredibly freckly, Hermione very brown..." (pg 55 in my book). when first reading this part years ago I registered it as Hermione was black/poc and not that she was just tan from the sun lmao
- I swear crookshanks was James' old cat and that's why he hated peter
- also Percy wow this why you don't befriend stray rats man
- the things this rat has seen go on in Percy's and Oliver's dorm room....
- still probably not as bad sharing a dorm with Remus and Sirius tho
- I love the twins sense of humor
- but guys stop messing with my precious baby Percy he's just- an autistic overachiever doing his best guys
- ..."he lost everything..." Yes Sirius did in fact lose almost everything Arthur but not bc what you think happened dude
- "he's safe with Dumbledore-" yea fucking right /sar
- "stationniong soul sucking demons around a school is such a good idea hehehehe" /sar
- literally there's no fucking way McGonagall thought Sirius did it- literally fucking refuse to believe that she did
going to start another post for chapter 5 bc oh boy it's going to be long
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breakablebarnes · 2 years
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WTF Are We Talking For?
pairing: Rockstar!bucky x Rockstar!reader
words: 1.7k
warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, swearing, mentions of sex, smoking, drinking, anger issues Bucky, enemies/fuck buddies to lovers, hate fucking, oral (male receiving), rough sex, p in v sex
summary: Bucky Barnes was the drummer in his band The Soliders, and you were the lead singer of your own band, Like Magic. The two bands were rivals, and therefore you hate each other… right?
a/n: inspired by the song Starphucker by Beauty School Dropout and kinda WTF Are We Talking For by Labrinth. I did not proofread this lol.
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“She just wanna fuck before the function
Only rings my line up for the fun shit
She a starphucker, wanna run shit
She just play the game don't give a fuck about assumptions”
Bucky Barnes hated you.
You were constantly hanging around in the same circles. Bucky’s band, The Soldiers, included him on drums, Sam on guitar, Steve as the lead singer, and Sharon as the bassist. Your band, Like Magic, included you as the lead singer, Natasha as the guitar, Wanda as the bassist, and Yelena on the drums. Your bands were constantly up for the same gigs and always trying to outdo the other. Well, you and Bucky were trying to outdo the other.
He hated your whole band, but he hated you the most. You were the lead, after all. Not to mention the fact that you knew exactly how to push his buttons.
Like tonight, for instance. The Soldiers were supposed to play at the 9:00 slot at their favorite gig spot, Fury’s bar, but Like Magic had somehow taken over that 9:00 spot, pushing The Soldiers to 7:00. Bucky was furious.
The rest of his band was kind of indifferent about it. It sucked, but they got over it rather quickly, which pissed Bucky off even more. As the bands arrived at Fury’s bar, he kept his eyes peeled for you. He finally spotted you, up at the bar ordering a drink from Loki, the bartender. You laughed at something Loki said and Bucky tightened his fist as he walked over towards the bar.
“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Bucky asked as he reached the bar.
You turned with your eyebrows furrowed until you seen the culprit of the verbal assault towards you. “Ah, Buck. I figured you would find me.”
“What the fuck did you do?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows. He wasn’t in the mood for your little games.
You smirked up at him. “Whatever do you mean, Buck?”
He huffed out and leaned over to place his hands on the bar, caging you in. You could see Loki tense up at the scene from the corner of your eye. “How did you get our 9:00 set?” Bucky said, eerily quiet.
The smirk never left your face. “It was just given to the better band, Buck.” You shrugged, and you could already see the outpour of anger on Bucky’s face. His knuckles turned white as he gripped down onto the bar.
“You always do this shit!” He said, frustrated. “Why do you constantly have to one-up me?”
You pushed his chest, as he had gotten closer to you, but he didn’t budge. “I don’t have to one-up you. I just do.”
“I fucking hate you.” He said.
“That’s not what you were saying last weekend,” You said, quirking your eyebrow.
He gritted his teeth as you both thought back to the previous Saturday night.
“Aw, fuck, doll…” Bucky moaned as he ran his fingers through your hair as you took his length into your mouth.
You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations that sent Bucky fucking wild. He moaned again as you swirled your tongue around him.
“Fuck,” Bucky breathed out. “I’m gonna cum.”
You gripped onto his thick thighs, digging your nails into his skin as your wetness oozed from your panties. You continued to bob your head up and down, taking all of him into your mouth as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat every time.
Bucky gripped your hair tighter, pulling it as he came, spilling white hot ropes of cum into the back of your throat. You pulled your mouth off of him, making him shutter at the overstimulation, and swallowed.
Bucky swallowed as he looked down at your mouth knowing the sinful things that you could do with it if you would just shut the fuck up.
“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky snapped back.
You just giggled. “Okay, fine with me, Buck.” You said, before leaning into his ear. “Just keep pretending you aren’t going to try and fuck me tonight.”
“I’m not,” Bucky lied, gripping the bar top even harder.
You smirked, moving one of his arms to set you free. “You know where to find me when you do,” You said before walking towards the back dressing room.
Bucky was seething. “Hey, Loki,” Bucky said, waving the bartender over. “I need a fucking shot.”
“Of what?”
“Everything.”
“You want me
You won't leave
I thought this would be easy but
I'm tired of picking up your calls
Drunk sloppy sex in bathroom stalls
My back is pressed against the wall
I'll fuck em once i'll fuck em all”
Meanwhile, you were in the back dressing room as Nat and Wanda were tuning their instruments on the couch. “Where’s Lena?” You ask, plopping down on the couch next to them.
“Where do you think?” Nat said, tipping her head in the direction of the hallway.
You turned and saw Yelena chatting up Sharon from The Soldiers. You smirked at the way that Yelena was shamelessly flirting, and the way that Sharon was reciprocating it. “Why did I even ask?” You said to the girls, earning you a chuckle.
Steve and Sam came into the room in search of a smoke. Nat piped up, looking at Steve. “What, can’t get your own?”
Steve responded, “Was hoping you pretty ladies would have some to spare.”
Nat rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “You’re lucky that we are nice.”
“Nice?” Sam chuckled. “Kind of a strong word.”
Steve smacked his arm. “Not helping.”
Wanda chuckled. “Come on, boys. The more the merrier.”
Wanda pulled out her carton of cigarettes, handing each of the boys one. Wanda lit her own cigarette and then the boys leaned into hers to light their own.
The boys sat in the floor across from you ladies on the couch. Everyone began talking and drinking and Yelena and Sharon made their way into the room as well. One thing led to another and the 6 of you were playing around and jamming out a little to warm up for the gig. Steve and Nat were riffing, and you and Wanda were harmonizing with Sharon while Yelena hit a beat on the table. Sam was cheering the group on as Bucky rounded the corner to the green room.
He had taken 3 shots of tequila at the bar while he chatted up Loki and the other bartender, Kate. He eventually found his way to the back room and what does he find? You hanging out with his fucking friends. Bucky thought he was mad before, but he saw red as you laughed with Sharon, Steve, and Sam. How dare you?
“What the fuck is this?” Bucky asked, trying to appear as casual as possible, despite his growing rage.
Everyone’s smile seemed to fall as Bucky’s presence changed the atmosphere of the entire room. Everyone stopped their playing and turned to the dark-haired drummer. “We were just playing around, Buck.” Steve piped up when no one responded.
You couldn’t help but smirk. You knew this was pushing Bucky’s buttons, and you loved it. Did you plan it? No, but you definitely weren’t going to complain. You loved how he was when he got all worked up.
“Well, continue on.” Bucky said, gesturing his hands towards the instruments. “We go on in twenty.”
Everyone began to chat and talk again, and you raised from your seat to head over to where Bucky was standing in the doorway. “Angry, much?”
Bucky grabbed both of your elbows and pushed you up against the doorframe. “Bathroom. Two minutes.” He growled before pushing you away and heading towards the bathroom.
You couldn’t help your grin as he walked away. You bite your lip and tried to appear busy until it was time to head towards the bathroom yourself.
When you walked into the bathroom, you were immediately dragged into the bathroom stall where Bucky quickly locked the door and slammed you against the stall. He attached his lips to yours instantly sliding his tongue into your mouth, which you accepted. He pushed the hem of your skirt up as he crowded you against the wall. He began to undo his belt and push down both his pants and his boxers. Before you even had time to react, he had slid your panties to the slid and slammed into you, wrapping one leg around his waist, hitting your cervix immediately.
You cried out and he covered your mouth with his hand. “Shut the fuck up and take it, doll.” He grunted as he began to set a fast pace thrusting in and out of you. You back pressed into the wall and with every thrust the back of your head hit the stall, but you couldn’t care less. Not with the way he felt stretching you out.
“God damn,” Bucky groaned, trailing kisses down your neck as he continued his brutal pace. “Nothing to say, sweetheart?” He smirked.
You were rendered speechless. You couldn’t talk if you wanted to anyways with Bucky’s hand still covering your mouth, his fingers gripping down on your jaw. His head fell onto your shoulder as he chased his release, and you reached down and began to rub your clit. Bucky swatted your hand away, his own hand replacing yours as he rubbed lazy circles around your clit. You dug your nails into his back as he continued his fast pace, his hips meeting yours at every thrust.
“You gonna cum, doll?” Bucky asked as he felt your walls clentching around him. You nodded, completely dickmatized. “Then cum.”
Your ears began to ring as your vision went white as you came around him. His thrusts got sloppier as he chased his own high, coming undone right after you, still feeling your walls fluttering around him. You each tried to catch your breath as Bucky placed his forehead against yours. You could feel his cum seeping inside you, but Bucky didn’t pull out. You each stayed there, panting into the other’s mouth as you came down from your high.
“Nothing to say?” Bucky breathed out.
“I thought you wanted me to shut the fuck up,” You panted.
“I did. Since when do you listen to me?”
“I don’t.”
“Kind of seems like you did,” Bucky smirked.
“Shut the fuck up, Barnes.”
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Trimax Thoughts Vol. 12 Pt. 1
Stream of consciousness thoughts. There are only three volumes left and I am scared. :)
There's NINE CHAPTERS??? HUH? Ok I'm breaking this up then. I'll do half here and half on another post.
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Livio on the front cover. My good lad. :) I can't believe how much I like him; it took me no time at all.
So Chronica has already faced "many fused entities". What is happening on Earth??? There's so many questions I have about the Plants there. In the interim though, I'll just say Domina is so cute.
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Depression. :(
The Fall. July. Fifth Moon. That bitter expression. And then he looks up and thinks of all the people he knows. Because that's what it's always been about, hasn't it? Friends, allies, and enemies alike. AUGH
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Sorry Milly's so cute here and I needed a screenshot. <3
OH GOD. WHY. WHY. I turn the page to that. Wolfwood's grave given the same page space as Rem. Are you for real here. His grave too, like not even his face. The past he tries so desperately to keep alive and the future he was forced to bury. FUCK OFF. STOP. What the hell. I can't do this man.
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Oh this goes so hard.
Chronica and Domina's dynamic is super cute... but it makes me wonder what kind of crap Chronica has had to deal with to make her resort to such a strong offensive so quickly. I doubt the dependent Plants are going to like that at all.
KNIVES TELEPORTED? WHAT.
So, is Domina another Independent? Her hair is darker but not black... for some reason I thought Independents were all blond hehe
Knives why are you giving Domina visions.
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AUGH WTF WTF! Ok up until now I was chill about the body horror but HOLY SHIT. DOMINA NOOOOO (she's fine, right? she'll be fine???)
So. Vash's bullets are cool. From what I understand they're cancelling things out? So did he sever the thread binding Domina...? Does that mean she's ok...?
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His hair looks even darker...
"You're a hard man to understand." <- What a thing to think about your own brother. Your twin, no less. They've grown so far apart.
Knives is apparently really powerful for an Independent. But we know Vash is even more powerful than that. Really kind of. Terrifying.
"I know... that you've just decided to kill me." This plus the image of them as kids is a fucking gut punch.
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...covering your own face this time, are you Knives?
Vash choosing to face Knives as a "simple gunman" instead of as an all-powerful being. Just hits hard.
They spent 80 years together after the Big Fall??? WHAT? They still look so baby though...
"I knew I couldn't leave him. It was that thought that made me keep him at arm's length." "Even though I saved you?" "You only fell for their lies because you're so gullible." <-YIKES.
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I hate it. I hate it. He looks so baby. He's a traumatized kid and panels like this are a slap in the face.
He cut off his arm and then just left him chained up??? KNIVES WHAT THE HELL DUDE.
"We don't belong in the future of this planet." VASH NO.
THIS IS. A WHOLE LOT. Be back later.
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Do you have any dick headcannons for the boys in bnha ?…
i do! actually on ihb LOL from... two? summers ago. isn't that crazy?????? TWO!!!
but let's do a little vampin' (oh oh ohhhh) and add some missing pieces, shall we? sorry if i'm a bit rusty (for more, check my links for iida , shinso + hawks)!
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- deku — Honestly? This man has a perfect dick. Just the right length and thickness to spark a little fear in your heart, but not to actually scare you away. Just like his hands, he's thick and real veiny, but also kinda pretty, too. Pornstar-esque, which is funny cuz you NEVER would've thought.
He's also a bit on the paler side. Darkening towards the tip but staying light at the base, probably because he's almost always in his hero suit and doesn't get enough sun. Uncut with a perfectly rounded tip, he has tight balls which he tries to trim but never shaves. Excellent happy trail to go with.
- todoroki — Another pretty dick, of course, with balls to match. On the longer side with a slight slant to it that's only noticeable when he's hard. He's pale, really only the pointed tip flushing red when he's horny, though he happens to be uncut with a good amount of foreskin to play with.
He's always able to hit your cervix without even trying, and the second he wants to fuck, he's touching himself and leaking pre like no tomorrow (one of those dudes they warn you about wearing a condom with even during foreplay LOL). Stands straight up with no problem, even his cock is a model, and is very bouncy.
Doesn't trim or shave, but his pubes aren't overwhelming so it's really not a problem.
- bakugo (links are older versions!) — We already know wtf I'm gonna say: on the shorter side but makes up for it in GIRTH. A real FATTY. Concerningly thick. It's scary. AND with heavy balls, too...
And the funny part is, Bakugo is always surprised when someone brings it up. No, he's not exactly insecure, but we know how he is about praise... and wide eyes + gagging do just about the same thing in this case.
His dick is a shade darker than his normal skin tone, and has a few prominent veins which almost always show. He's also really dense, so when he's hard, it's difficult to get it warmed up and moving to fit inside you without a little help. Leaves his pubic hair alone unless otherwise told to.
- kiri — LONG and THICK, I know you know this guy has a massive dong. But it's actually not unrealistic looking, if you know what I mean: he balls are soft and gooey, while the base begins tapering into a reasonably sized head. His tip is probably the least scary part about him... and even though he's uncut, you can hardly really tell with how how the slit is always peeking through.
Surprisingly pink and flushed for such a tan guy, it hardly ever stands completely straight just due to the natural weight of it, either poking at his belly (meaning you often need to be the one positioning it) or tilting downward when he's standing up straight. Kiri almost always wears a jockstrap when he leaves the house.
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journalsouppe · 10 months
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This is a repost with better images (and the original was posted to my main blog not here)
Uncensored version and close ups below!!
Also apologies for the small and crazy writing, I went insane playing this game and had a lot to say about it LMAO
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Stickers are from NoodlesandTeaShop on etsy!!
Rating: 10/10 Played: Su 2022 Port: N. Switch Favorite? Y Replayable: Y Recommended? Y
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my first ace attorney game!!
omg the little anime scenes are so cool
The twist endings/court conclusions are so well made
oh my god I'm in love with Kazuma <3 his theme T-T
each character has such a distinct personality esp from just their animation
I love the [sholmes/iris/ryuu] forhead thing
yeah I'm also in love with Ryuu T-T
the logic and reasoning spectaculars are my favorite thing they're so fun and stupid
Sholmes and Iris are the cutest dad and daughter duo
FIREWORKS? IN THE COURTROOM??
I am so stressed about the Hounds of the Baskerville case O_o
British Ryuu jumpscare
CHUUNOSUKE ON RYUU'S SHOULDER T-T
I like Gina's new job and personality
Ayy Gregsy is back
ohh the great departed soul is both Susato and Kazuma omg
AMNESIA? T^T
Ryuu is scared of everything and I adore it [me too Ryuu]
PLAGUE DOCTOR WANTS TO CUT ME UP??
The wax museum is horrifying wtf
case 8 [2-3] is an all time favorite
HOLY FUCK
[Phonograph sticker] looks just like Barok's
Love goofy Herlock clothes
Case 2-4 specific comments
THE PARALLELS ARE CRAZY
give me your damn sword Kazuma you don't need two of them
KAZUMA'S NEW THEME????
KAZUIMA'S FATHER?
DEAD?
I love how confident, sure, and determined Ryuu is now
bullying Ryu to pay the vendors T-T
is this a fake trial??
Beppo!!!
STOP FLIRTING IN THE MIDDLE OF A TRIAL
Was the will the note sent to Kazuma?
Finishing each others sentences
love [prison warders and a prosecutor, reborn] 10/10 music
Case 2-5 specific comments
FUCK NOT STRONGHART
Kazuma [eye roll]
JIGOKU???
The girls are FIGHTING [kazuma and barok]
IM MIKOTOBA OMG OMG INVESTIGATION
Elementary my dear Mikotoba T^T
TAP DANCING
Was the sword broken from Genshin? NVM LOL [im dumb]
Gregson in the luggage is so fucked
They're all family T-T brother Ryuu
Kazuma's theme is both intimidating but assuring
HOLOGRAM??
THE DANCE????
Iris Van Zieks... IRIS SHOLMES
THE CREDITS, I'm not okay
Game Dev notes
Masterfully done music, esp reinvented themes for change
incredible animations, gives each character so much personality
great story telling - best visual novel for length, story, interest, etc
chronicles has its own achievements - encourages replayability
great pacing and saving - east to pick up and set down
amazing foreshadowing - whole series planned together
incredible balance of comedy and tragedy
takes preexisting stories and tropes and masterfully retells them
Summary:
I'm afraid I won't have enough room to describe how much I love this game. I don't even know where to start :'). This game is a masterpiece of masterpieces. Easily comparable to FMAB in terms of incredible storytelling, foreshadowing, mystery, tragedy, comedy, score, design, you name it. I have never genuinely been so shocked by the surprises in this game, but they were all so well made and fit in the story seamlessly. The tragedy and comedy, the two most important aspects of a story to me, were not only very well balanced, but were used as expert emotional devices throughout the game. The character design is incredible. Small details such as Ryuu's arm brace or Enoch's mechanisms or Iris's dolls add such character and personality even if some of these details aren't plot relevant. Each character has a unique body type, face shape, facial features, etc that it is easy to identify each character without their hair or clothes. The deigns are also so brilliant that it even taught me how to not only draw older people and children, but to be able to distinguish between teenagers and 20-30 year olds in my art (instead of all looking the same age). The animations are beautiful and so ridiculous. I always looked forward to interacting with Herlock and the witnesses. These games also have one of my favorite scores, especially the way they are able to turn established themes on their heads. The music does an amazing job at establishing setting, character, tension, emotion, you name it. Now for the story telling. Holy fucking shit. Holy shit. You don't even realize how important every small is until it hits you in the face. This is a story that will rival my 1st place spot of FMAB [in terms of all media]. It is so beautifully designed and thought over that I can only say the writers at Capcom are true geniuses to make this story. It doesn't hold back any punches but also comforts you. It toys with your emotions and is smth almost evil, but it also gives you hope and confidence and lifts you up so that you can scream to the world. The key to this is Ryuu. He's no avatar like Link but you and him share a strong bond through shared experience. It was an ingenious move to have the first story be Ryuu accused of murder, you learn the hardest way possible how to become a defense attorney of true integrity. His relations to others is this game is incredible too. The betrayal, the longing, the tenderness. Him and Susato have an incredible "sibling" bond to where I truly felt anxious without her. Not to mention Kazuma. A human through and through. Once thought to be the righteous angel, he had later fallen from heaven just to learn the truth of who he and his father really are. Even as the game has ended, I still sit and contemplate on these characters. Although it was the right decision for Kazuma to stay, I am still in pain from their separation. I really wish I could say more but it's also hard to put into words all my feelings with so little space. If I could forget this game just to experience it again, I would. An outstanding work of art. I highly recommend. My new favorite game.
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ember-not-amber · 8 months
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I just watched the Miraculous movie and there is so much to unpack omg it all happened so fast!
• The animation: SO GOOD🤯
• I was not expecting there to be singing what😭
• Marinette & Adrien’s singing voices are not the same as their speaking voices, wtf why did they do that?? It sounds so weird hearing someone else’s singing voice come out of Marinette’s mouth and Adrien’s singing voice sounds like Plagg.
• I was honestly expecting the movie to just show Ladybug & Cat Noir defeat their first villain and then it ends foreshadowing their future successes in defeating villains but I was surprised to see that it did a montage of them defeating villains and basically speed running the entire show to get to where it’s supposed to end. I kinda like it!
• Chloe’s lines were so cringe. “Hey, Marinette why don’t we braid each other’s hair after school? Then I could strangle you with it! How does that sound?” // “I just want to have a nice screaming exchange like two civilized teenagers!” // “I think you two should go together cause Adrien is coming with me, not with some baker girl” // “Marinette, I hope you have a lovely evening because next year, bullying’s back on!”🤢 It’s very…Wattpad-esque. Also, her calling Marinette “Marinella” wasn’t clever at all. Was that supposed to be a play-off of Cinderella?? Because that’s not a very good idea for a nickname to use to bully someone tbh😭
When I hear the name Marinette I think of the words marionette and marinara, either of those would have been better than Marinella. It is so clear that whoever wrote Chloe’s lines is not part of Gen Z💀
• I LOVED it when Marinette stood up to Chloe and called her hair a rat’s nest🤣 what a queen, I love that she got more confident after becoming Ladybug
• The way Nino acted so nervous around Alya was sooo cute🥺
• The destruction that the villains caused in the city was SO much more terrifying than it was in the show and the Eiffel Tower looked a lot bigger than it does in the show, too!
• THE LADYNOIR FIGHT-FLIRTING>>>> AAAHHHHH💓💗💞 AND WHEN HE PINNED HER AGAINST THE WALLLL😫😫
• The stubble on Gabriel was a jumpscare😨
• I loved seeing Adrien finally stand up to his dad and then seeing his dad just completely stop the destruction of Paris after finding out Adrien is Cat Noir
• It was so cool to see Adrien’s cat eye with half of his mask off! We’ve never seen that before!
• I was laughing at Careless Whisper being in this movie twice. Why was that song in it?😭
• The characters’ eyes are much smaller than they were in the show
• WHY WAS GABRIEL’S HAIR EVER THAT LONG HE WAS SO UGLY ONG
It completely contradicts that one episode in the show where we see him and Emilie in the past and his hair is still the same length as it is in the present but it’s brown. Unfortunately this movie is canon so I guess it’s canon that Gabriel had a long bob💀
• ✨Watermelon🍉🐞✨ and ✨Fleabag🪰🐈‍⬛✨
• Why was Hawkmoth 100x more powerful in the movie than in the show?? He demonstrated Darth Vader-like powers when he lifted Ladybug in the air and took her miraculous without even touching her. Was it really necessary to make him all powerful? And his powers were like that before he took the ladybug miraculous and merged it with his own.
Side note: he didn’t even have to say “Nuru, Tikki, UNIFY!” when he did that?!?
• I love that we got to see what Adrien’s life is like when the characters are introduced and the miraculouses found them. It really differs from how little we saw of what his life is like in the first episode of S1
• It was kind of hard to take this movie seriously with all of the singing and Careless Whisper but I’m gonna watch it a second time to really let everything sink in cause there was SO MUCH that went on I got whiplash
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catchyhuh · 5 months
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GOEMON HOUR
because i feel like i don’t let myself have as much fun with him. but let’s be honest i feel like even the actual writers are just neglecting him all the time so it’s no WONDER i gotta work HARDER to get SILLY WITH HIM!!! well whatever let’s goegoe go!
i know i joked that he can’t build for shit but he really is artsy. it’s been shown before that he actually carves with zantetsuken sometimes which is sick as hell but beyond that he really appreciates art in all forms, and it wouldn’t take much convincing to get him to do a little craft or something
his legs fall asleep sometimes when he’s doing his “zone out and hone your mind” stuff. it’s not funny because yeah like that just happens to people sometimes but it BECOMES funny when he stands and desperately tries to pretend his foot ISN’T asleep. he’s just walking against this wall because he FEELS like it, JIGEN. he keeps grabbing and slightly shaking his ankle because there’s a ROCK in his SHOE, LUPIN.
his hair is the same length in every part and special. “how can you say that it’s very clearly longer in part 2 than it is in like part 5” hey. you know when you wash your hair and let it dry a certain way and it fluffs up more. that’s what happened. and he was like “ok kinda looks nice” and sort of halfway committed to getting it to look like that on a day to day basis. although sometimes he does cut his hair, just usually by himself. i’m sure you’ll never guess how he does it.
on that note, fujiko did actually ask him to cut her hair as a joke once. he agreed pretty quickly (he’s used this fucking thing for less after all. he makes it a point of mentioning it if you hadn’t noticed) and really didn’t even make a big deal OF the fact she’d asked. he didn’t do a horrible job either, but he had no idea how to execute the layers right, so they called it a partial success and she went to whatever overpriced salon was nearby and they went “wtf. it’s perfectly-- do you see this? it’s all the exact same length. to the millimeter. who did this to you. what the fuck” and fujiko just kind of grinned and said “idk man it does that”
getting him birthday/christmas/whatever presents is a nightmare. it’s not that he’s intentionally being vague, or even that he doesn’t WANT a gift (i think sometimes people forget he’s just as money motivated as the other three, so he’s materialistic too, just in a slightly different flavor) but like. he just doesn’t think to mention things. if he sees something he really, really wants, he just gets the money for it, and. gets it. it’s gotten to the point that when he just mumbles “hm… this teapot has a chip on the bottom… i should replace it” lupin starts pushing jigen and feverishly whispering “write that down write that down”
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petewentzsextape · 1 year
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girl mikey way hcs?
Hiiii I'm actually gonna use this as an excuse to post a list I wrote for @heartswrath while I was stoned asf
- she's pretty tall, 5'7 maybe, and thin with like zero curves and kinda flat chested (in a hot way i love her!)
- her hair is brown shoulder length and she abuses that flat iron to get the perfect side bangs. when she's playing it always gets in her face and she can barely see, but it's okay because she's not a fan of looking at the crowd and she's used to being blind anyway without her glasses
- she doesn't wear a lot of makeup, just eyeliner and mascara and drugstore lipstick
- dresses the exact same as irl mikey ( tight jeans and even tighter band shirts)
- she loses her virginity at 19 to gabe which she thinks is embarrassing but he thinks is cute & teases her for
- he takes her backstage after one of his humble beginnings shows and she sucks him off in the green room. he's a gentleman tho so once he finds out she's a virgin he won't have sex with her unless there's a bed and candles involved
- they're on and off for a good six years
- but they're both sluts and not good at monogamy so... it goes as well as you'd expect
- Gabe will always consider her his best friend :]
- After pete ofc
- Which causes... problems... after warped 05
- warped 05 she gets really close with pete over the summer and they have a disastrous long distance relationship until he finally leaves her for ashlee while she's on tour in Europe Wtf.
- because of this in 2006 she changes up her whole look, dying her hair black with box dye, and becomes a real certified it girl for a minute. she gets photographed at a club dancing a little too close with ashlee simpson of all people (to make pete mad) and ends up in the tabloids for the first time.
- the exposure has its perks, though, and the month of her 26th birthday she gets offered a spread in blender. she's not going to do it, but she needs pete to see how she's doing just fine without him. after a month of coffee for breakfast, cigarettes for lunch and coke for dinner she strips half naked for the shoot. the band jokes and says she's the whole reason the black parade got any sales. pete keeps a copy of her issue and uses it to jerk off. she still doesn't get him back though
Woah this got out of hand
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sorrowful-sparrow · 11 months
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Here’s some thoughts I’ve had about our sweet boy Ed-weird-o. This has no organization, is straight off the dome mostly but he’s just so asdfgjk;/&-/)/@ ✨✨
The reason his kindness shines through his tough/metal head exterior is because he knows how lonely he’s felt as a kid and doesn’t want to let the endearingly named sheepies ever succumb to what society and the “American dream” thinks they should enjoy
Even if Henderson (his favourite even though he’d never admit it out loud in such words) annoys the piss out of him with the fact that he NEVER SHUTS UP OR IS WRONG. It would hurt Eddie so bad if he had the same moment Steve did when Steve pumped him up before the snowball
Like Eddie would wanna throw DOWN
“FUCK THAT HENDERSON. Who gives A SHIT if they think you’re weird or a nerd. They’re just pissed they don’t have a single iota of your intelligence or creativity”
“FUCK MAN.” Fusses with his hair and tries to catch his breath and just makes himself more annoyed “who the hell do they think they are?!”
Finally de-escalates after Dustin keeps trying to calm him down with a super shocked face “dude… am I your favourite?” Cheeky grin
“Shut the hell up Henderson! It just makes me so—”
“Does this mean I can help with the Next campaign?”
Eddie scoffs, slightly offended “does my mastery of the dungeon not meet your expectations?”
“NO! Of course not! I just think if we collaborated we could really show them- ”
Then they argue/collaborate about the next campaign Eddie swinging from excitedly needing to take notes but not having paper or wanting this wave length of PURE GOLD to stop for him to find some
Later when he’s at home at the trailer (IF HE DOESNT GET DISTRACTED 🤦‍♀️) he’s furiously trying to remember everything and write quick notes so he can elaborately trick Dustin into falling into a trap
Plot twist: Dustin probably doesn’t. That kid is too friggin’ smart
Okay that was a lot of one scenario of Eddie and Dustin but I just love them guys. The brotherly vibe they give off is just 🥹🥹🥹
Eddie with a girlfriend would INSIST he isn’t whipped or a “simp” at first
But he totally is.. cmon.
If that guy got a single sliver of undivided attention from a pretty babe he’d fucking run with it.
He’d probably be such an annoying dick 😂
“I’ll have you know my sweet Dungeon Mistress, (Y/N), thinks the next campaign is BRILLIANT and MY BEST WORK, don’t you babe? Tell them.”
“I just complimented your hard work Eds.. please”
“BAAABE!” He clutches at his heart, offended, wounded, defeated “… it’s dungeon master… please…” pouty pleading cow eyes
She sighs, “it’s his best work, prepare yourselves for—“
Eddie leaps to covers your mouth before you can give them a single clue “BABE! SPOILERS!”
The younger boys are just like, “wtf Eddie..”
Also I have this really stupid one where he’s so drunk off beers, and you, and the summer heat
You guys are just chillin at the trailer, he’s laying, rambling and just so infatuated with the fact that you put up with his shit (AND DRUNK, guys.. seriously this is important)
Wayne left the radio on before going to work his night shift and Forever and Ever, amen comes on
And he just stops
Shoots out of your lap
“UGH. What the fuck is this shit?!”
You say, “I kinda like it..” sheepishly preparing for a rant about how THIS is not music, ITS SHIT made to make nuclear rural families feel like they’ve done the right thing by selling out and living that stupid fucking apple pie life the MAN tries to shove down everyone’s throat
And Eddie just stares at you, and without missing a beat BELTS OUT THIS SONG TO YOU.
With dramatic flair, and heavy eye contact.
And then you guys just laugh wildly and cuddle
And you threaten to tell everyone about it
And he tackles you and pins you down, “not if I keep you here forever”
There’s a pause.
You say, sarcastically cautious, “forever and ever?”
“Amen”
Kay I’m done. I just. This boy. I can’t 🥲🥲 he’s such a lil dweeb and I love him
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headcannonxgalore · 11 months
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a/n: I don’t know wtf has happened to my mf master list link, but if y’all are still following this fic I thank you, and I love you. Also I use lyrics in this chapter that do not belong to me, I do not claim them, and the song is linked in the chapter. fyi linked items are always underlined words, all you have to do is click on them. Reblogs, and comments are appreciated as always ✨
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Chapter 6
Since Dr.Cullen gave me a few days off school, Edward and I decided to spend that whole time together. I don’t think I was home not once since we left the hospital. My dad called nonstop, left voicemails, but I ignored all of them.
“You shouldn’t treat your father so harshly.” Edward scolded me, he seriously disapproved of my attitude towards my dad. I had to fight Edward all the time about him feeling guilty for keeping me away from home. He felt selfish about him keeping me all to himself, but I loved it, I loved being the star of his show.
“I’m hungry—”
“Eden.”
“Oh what about sushi?” I suggested, he rolled his eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to fight against the smirk threatening to break out onto his mouth.
“No, call your father.” He tried again in a stern voice, his fingers played with the hem of my sweater as we laid in his bed.
“Or…” I pulled out of his hold, and climbed on top of him. My hands creeping up the back of neck, respectfully Edward kept his own hands at my waist, but no lower.
Not once did he look away from me, he had made sure to have gone hunting on the timely schedule he told me about. He explained that the continuous consumption of blood keeps up the human facade, but if their family were to partake in drinking human blood, their little act would be more convincing. His eyes returned to the gorgeous honey brown color, though he claimed he was able to control his thirst for me more when he’s fed, I still liked to see how far I could go.
“I wonder what would happen if you bit me?” I leaned in close enough for our foreheads to touch; his breath hitched, I envisioned me with the same bright eyes as his, and shimmering skin.
“How would that even work? You’re already an angel.” His eyebrows creased as he tried to put it together in his mind, but came up with blanks. I pressed my lips to his, without hesitation he kissed me back; the grip he had on my waist tightening as he was trying to restrain himself. My fingers buried in his tousled, brown hair, I tug on it lightly and to my pleasant surprise Edward let out a low growl.
“Why do you torment me?” He let out a breath trying to pull back from me, a sign that I’m pushing too far, but not far enough.
“Because it’s fun.” I purred pressing myself against him further, now Edward had fully laid back onto the bed causing me to go down with him. The only thing I could think about right now is this moment; nothing else mattered, not what happened last week, last month, or last year. A scenario played in my mind of the two of us in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. A bright smile on my face, and a small warm smile tugged at Edward’s lips as he watched me back. I seemed to be more mature looking, he looked exactly the same of course.
“Eden…as much as I’m attracted to you, I want to make sure you understand that it’s not, nor has it ever just been a physical desire I’ve had towards you.” He spoke in a hushed voice as if speaking too loud would scare me off, this confession took me by surprise. A sensation of butterflies erupts in the pit of my stomach; once I thought about why he was saying this I caught a glimpse of myself in my full length mirror. I felt embarrassed suddenly, using him to keep me steady I pushed myself upward, and off of him.
“Sorry.” I mumbled, leaning up against the bedpost at the end of my bed, I crossed my arms over my chest, and folded my legs. The confidence I once had is now gone, my eyes finding interest in the pattern of the sheets as I avoid Edward’s gaze.
“Why are you apologizing?” He could have easily read my mind instead, but ever since we revealed our secrets to each other, Edward became a lot more modest. He only touched me if necessary, or if I touched him first. It was driving me crazy.
“Well…I guess it hadn’t occurred to me that you’re actually older.” I played with the hem of my shorts as I twisted it around with my index finger. Edward had sat up on the bed now facing me, his expression remained neutral so as to not deter me from speaking, or sway my thoughts.
He remained silent, only nodding his head when I looked up to see if he was still listening. “Ugh, I guess what I’m trying to say is…is that you’ve lived so many lives. I bet you’ve dated all kinds of women, I mean what could I possibly have to offer you that you haven’t already seen before?” I rushed out, I felt stupid for even being concerned about my looks, but I guess I’ve never had to be before.
“That’s what you’re worried about? That I dated someone that’s better looking than you?” Edward laughed out loud, he threw his head back, and placed a hand over his chest where his heart would be.
“I’m serious, I just feel…like I’m not all that.”
Edward stood up from the bed, turning to me with his hand out, reluctantly I took it, and allowed him to pull me up. He turned me so my back was facing him, his slender fingers gently grabbed my chin, and turned my head to the mirror. I gasped, I wasn’t expecting this at all, though I can feel Edward around me, the reflection of him in the mirror is non existent.
“Eden Roux, the most beautiful, the most unique, and ironically divine creature I’ve ever met. Extraordinary.” His head voice sounding as clear as ever, he rested his chin atop my head. I felt like crying, I still can’t fathom why me?
Chuckling more so to himself, Edward wrapped his arms around my waist, naturally I melted into him feeling his strong chest pressing against my back. “Still don’t believe me? I guess I’ll just have to prove your self doubts wrong.”
“Vampires…don’t have reflections, that’s one thing pop culture got right.” I mumbled to myself, Edward spun me around to face him, his typical bemused expression on his face.
“I’ve been working on this song…would you like to hear it?” He asked.
“Yes.” I replied eagerly, I loved when he volunteered to share his hidden talents with me, like I was in on a secret that only I was trusted to. The only other people that’s heard him play is his family, but he hadn’t played much of anything until recently.
He leaned down to reach me, pressing his forehead to mine again, I inhaled his scent allowing it to engulf me.
“Close your eyes.” On his gentle command, my eyelids shut. Suddenly I was transported to what looks to be a living room. It was empty, fully furnished as if a family would be there, yet only Edward sat at a beautiful, black classic piano. The cords were haunting, dark, and alluring. Slowly I watched a version of myself form into human shape beside him, a bright light from the sun's rays cast down onto me from the large ceiling to floor windows. The melody began to lighten, it sounded airy, almost dreamy. As Edward continued to play from his seat next to me in the shadow of my light, he slightly turned his head towards me. His fingers are still effortlessly moving across the keys, “It’s missing something, don’t you think?” I wasn’t quite sure what he was suggesting, reacting off intuition, I began to hum a melody. Whatever I was singing had no words, but it felt good to release. “Cus I’m soft like cashmere…spreading out like a wildfire…fallin deep in our thoughts, miss me when I’m gone that’s usually how it goes like…cus some soft like cashmere.” The words just came to me moment, I didn’t want to second guess myself, and sabotage our moment. When I opened my eyes, Edward was already gazing back at me. One of his hands slid up my arm to my shoulder, his other hand came around the back of my neck.
“And you wonder why I’m so enthralled with you, now you’re never getting rid of me Eden.” He kissed me on my cheeks, I was at a loss for words, no one has ever pursued me the way Edward has. Usually I’m unimpressed by most boys, he has yet to disappoint me.
Thanks for the pressure. Edward’s eyebrows pinched together, a feign expression of stress etched across his face. Before I had a chance to teach him further, my phone rang from the night stand. Crawling over to the other side of the bed, Edward’s hand caressed my back as I lay on my stomach.
“Hey Bella.” My lips formed a lazy half smile, it’s been a while since we’ve talked.
“I was worried that you might have been dead…but then I remembered you’re a celestial being and would not.” She said dryly, I couldn’t contain my laughter as a wider smile broke out onto my face.
“Aw, I missed you Bells.” I cooed, there was some shuffling in her background, and then some hushed talking. I already knew who it was, there’s only one other person that would be allowed in Bella’s personal space besides me.
“Wassup Jacob.”
“Denny! When are you gonna come hang out? I’m starting to get jealous, Bella talks about you all the time when you’re not around.” He chuckled into the phone, “Jake.” Bella cried, the embarrassment in her tone was enough for me to ease up on the teasing. For now.
“I’m free this Saturday.” I offered.
“Oh sweet, we’re having a backyard bbq party, everyone’s gonna be there. You’re a popular girl around these parts just a heads up.” I smiled to myself, it really did make me happy knowing Bella cared about me so much.
“Saturday at 8, it’s a date.” I clicked my tongue, the three of us talked for a while longer, and I almost forgot Edward was sitting next to me.
“Alright, see ya Saturday.” I breathed out through my nose, a content feeling washed over me as I turned over on my side to face Edward. A pensive expression on his face, I stared at him for a while; I tried to see into his mind, but he had shit me out.
“Edward.” I called, slowly he turned to me, almost robotically.
“How do you know Jacob Black?” He asked, she took me by surprise because I wasn’t aware he knew Jacob’s last name.
“What—”
“You can’t go hang out with them.” Edward’s eyes met mine, his gaze intensely pleasing with me to not be difficult for once. His sudden mood change made me feel uneasy, sitting up against my pillows. I tried to see into his mind one more time, still no luck.
“Don’t be ridiculous, if you’re worried I’ll get hurt, trust me I’ll be fine. Jacob and his family are good people, and then there’s the fact I’m an Angel. I think I can handle myself.” I tried to convince him, I fiddled with his large hand in an attempt to focus on something else other than his eyes.
“Eden please, I’m begging you.” His voice cracked, my head snapped up to see a painful expression on his face, and his eyes appeared to be glassy.
“…I promised I would go Edward, Bella is my best friend. My only friend, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you should know better than to think you can control me.”
“I’m not trying to control you, damn it why can’t you just listen to me.” His mood shifted again, I felt like I was falling into a never ending whirlwind of emotions; I untangled myself from him, and moved to the other side of the room.
“Okay, what’s happening right now? Did— did Alice see something?” I leaned against my desk, my arms folded, and as I looked at him, Edward’s face changed.
“No.” He answered all too quickly, now I was starting to get annoyed. I love Alice but her abilities are interfering with Edward and I’s relationship.
“Ya think after years of living you’d be a better liar.” I rolled my eyes, he got up to the bed to approach me. I stood my ground, whatever he was going to say, or do next wouldn’t persuade me.
“I’m not lying to you, trust in my intuition Eden.”
“Not if your intuition is Alice.”
“Eden.”
“Edward.” I mocked.
“I'm serious, you’re not going.” He stood with his hands on his hips, his dark eyebrows pinched, and a look in his eyes that dared me to challenge him.
“The fact that you think you can control me is hilarious, I don’t know what kind of girls you’re used to dealing with, but I’m not them.”
“I’m just…look I’m sorry, I can’t help but feel overprotective of you.”
“Protective for what? It’s not like I’m going on a date, I’m literally going to hang out with two friends and family. Now I’m going to that party whether you like it or not. If you don’t like that, then you can leave right now.” We both stood there glaring at each other, neither one of us moving from our space. When it was clear to me Edward had no further words, I rolled my eyes, and got back into bed. He stood there for a moment longer dumbfounded, but after a minute passed, I felt the bed dip behind me. The corners of my lips pulled into a grin, I turned over to him, my arms wrapping around his waist as I cuddled into him. He felt warm, more human like than before he went hunting.
My eyelids began to feel heavy as Edward hummed some song softly in my ear. Soon enough I had drifted off.
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