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𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏!𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘 × 𝙴𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) × 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏! 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝙰𝚄, 𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚏 𝙰𝚄

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙾𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗, 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟻.𝟹+𝙺

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙 (𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜), 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗) 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘, 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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"Anything else we can get for our most valued regulars?"

The two men waved their hands dismissively at the friendly and energetic owner of the establishment, thanking her for the drinks that were already provided while assuring her they were perfectly content.

"Well if you shall need anything don't hesitate to ask." She reminded them before walking away to attend the other customers and see that everything in the club was running smoothly.

The two men held up their drinks and clinked them against each other before downing them as if it was mere water. Slumping back into the comfortable french style chaise lounge sofa, the shorter mafioso let out a soft and relaxed exhale of breath.

"Well I'd say the whole operation was an absolute success. Don't you agree Yunho?" He tilted his head towards the more impotent one of them, the male swirling the contents of his newly poured drink around his glass cup.

"Indeed. Well done Wooyoung." He raised his glass towards his friend in acknowledgement before bringing the rim of the cup up to his lips.

The two men briefly scanned the spacious hall, occasionally waving or even winking at the more familiar faces that they had become very much acquainted with, sometimes even on a more intimate level that remained a naughty secret between them. Being admirers of beauty and anything aesthetically appealing, they of course had their gazes on the stage that encompassed the majority of the room. Their eyes never failed to take in the gorgeous dancers that were currently moving their bodies to the music playing in the background, some of them showcasing their more erotic side through spins and turns on some of the poles that were placed at various corners of the stage. That sight was always a welcoming one by all the men who went inside the high class club.

"Damn. Who is that?" Wooyoung pointed in the direction of a certain dancer who had caught his attention.

Following his finger, Yunho widened his eyes when he saw who it was that Wooyoung had spotted. She was indeed very captivating. Her movements were very sensual and completely fluid, it was more than obvious her technique was precise. Even her hair seemed to dance along with her body. She'd effortlessly spin around the metal pole as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her. Although she was placed towards the back, she seemed to dominate the stage alone with her presence. She just exuded charisma and eroticism that no doubt had many of the males growing a little problem in their pants thanks to her, Wooyoung and Yunho being no exception. They became lost in the beautiful and fascinating female, falling her charms as if her dance hypnotized them.

It was Yunho who snapped himself out of it when he took a closer look at her face and felt like something was off.

"How old is she? She looks a little... too young." Despite having been involved in the criminal world for years, having seen and committed many illegal acts, Yunho was not tolerant of anything that involved the exploitation of individuals who were too young for such a life.

Realizing he was right, Wooyoung shifted uncomfortably in his seat and cleared his throat. Calling over one of the male waiters, Yunho had to inquire about her.

"What can you tell me about the pretty face right over there?"

Seeing who he was referring to, the male server chuckled.

"Oh. That's Y/N. She's new here, started a few weeks ago but she's already conquered a lot of admirers as you can tell."

Indeed, as they looked around, most men had their eyes trained on her, no doubt imagining what she'd look like if you removed the lace bustier top and butt hugging leather shorts.

"How old is she?" Yunho got to the point.

Understanding what he meant, the server quickly dismissed his fears.

"I don't know exactly but I know for sure she's very much an adult. I'd say very early 20's, although I get that with that innocent looking baby face many wouldn't believe it. Folks seem to dig that though. Angelic face, sinful body? No wonder men are lusting over her."

Glancing over at their respective friend, the two men shared a small smirk between each other before settling back down to continue admiring the pretty girl.

"If you bosses would like, we could arrange a private show with her for you." The male staff offered but Wooyoung shook his head.

"No no, I don't think that will be necessary."

But he found that his resolve would soon come crumbling down when the young female took notice of their gawking towards her. Although she had never seen them before, she enjoyed the way their eyes were raking her body. She made sure not to break eye contact with them as she performed her next set of moves, which became a lot more sultry and risque in nature. She purposefully bent down or over more so her ass and tits would be the main focus of their staring.

"Fuck. I'd love to bend that ass over my lap." Yunho bit down on his bottom lip as one hand slowly rubbed the top of his thigh when she sent a flirtatious wink his way.

"Then why don't we make it come true?"

Calling for the male staff's attention once more, Wooyoung pulled out a large bill and placed it on the empty tray he was holding.

"I think we're going to take you on that offer, that is if the lady doesn't mind."

The staff couldn't help but snort.

"Trust me, I don't think she would mind one bit."

Ushering them to follow him, the male staff led them through the crowd of people that were gathered at the main showroom and down one of the hallways. Wooyoung and Yunho were surprised when instead of taking them to the upstairs private rooms, their guide instead took them down stairs.

"We don't actually tell most people this but our best and most expensive private rooms are actually down here and not upstairs. We only reserve them for V.I.P guests. And there's a bonus.."

The male staff typed in a code into the keypad that kept the entrance to the room locked and opened it up for them to let themselves in.

"There's absolutely no cameras, no rules, and you don't have to worry about anyone hearing anything." The man slyly told them as he walked off and told them to enjoy themselves.

Looking around, indeed the room was even better than the upper ones they had often rented. Not only was it bigger, it had a full bar for them to enjoy, there were multiple couches and they even mounted a pole in the middle of the room. Lilac curtains were strategically placed around to decorate the room which looked marvelous against the blue LED lights that illuminated several parts of the room so everything inside would be clearly visible. They could even make out a faint scent of lavender and vanilla, no doubt infused with pheromones to further enhance sexual arousal.

"No rules he said.... perfect." Wooyoung grinned as he made himself comfortable on one of the couches.

"Just because there are no cameras doesn't mean you can behave as you like. Remember that she'll probably only be here to dance for us and nothing else." Yunho reminded him.

"Relax old man, you know I would never touch a woman without her consent. Lucky me, I'm still handsome .... and rich." Wooyoung laughed slightly as he pulled out a bundle of money from his pocket causing his friend to roll his eyes.

"And what makes you think that is going to entice the young lady to suck your dick? If anything, she'll prefer someone younger and not some... geezer." He poked fun at his friend who looked at him with an unamused face.

"Look who's talking boomer." He scoffed at him.

Both of the men put an end to their small bantering when the door suddenly opened and in came none other than the very object of their fantasies, her stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor. She eyed them up and down with a curious expression, the corners of her mouth curling up just subtly.

"Hello there beautiful." Wooyoung leaned back and took in her figure.

"Good evening gentlemen." She greeted them as she shifted her weight from leg to the other one, her hands placed on her hips respectively.

"Y/N is it?" Yunho inquired as he tried to keep a little more decorum and tried not to stare too much at her.

"Unless you'd prefer to call me something else." She grinned at them with a smoldering expression.

"I'd love to call you mine." Wooyoung put his thoughts out there for the other two occupants in the room to hear, shocking and embarrassing one while the other seemed delighted to hear him say that.

"Wooyoung! Control yourself." Yunho nudged him with his elbow, warning him not to try anything stupid or foolish.

"And tell me then handsome, just how do you want me?"

Both men whipped their heads at her question, wondering if they heard her right.

"Umm- excuse me?" Yunho wanted her to clarify what she meant.

The young dancer took slow and careful steps closer to them, beginning to round the table that stood in between her and the couch they were seated in.

"On my knees, on all fours, against the wall, or laying down, just tell me what position you want me in." She was completely unafraid as she now carefully sat on the table right in front of them, spreading her legs just a little bit, daring them not to gaze in between them which they both ultimately failed in doing.

She was driving them crazy, making them lose every last bit of self control they had. And the way she'd innocently bat her eyelashes at them was not helping their case, it only served to fuel their growing lust for her even more. Wooyoung was about to speak up, but Yunho of course stopped him.

"No-no honey. We just wanted you to keep us some company." He wanted to slap himself for sounding so old fashioned.

Y/N tilted her head at his explanation.

"Keep you company? You mean like this?"

Not expecting her to get up and suddenly straddle his lap, Yunho's eyes shot wide open when her chest was practically pressing against his face. Y/N gently caressed the hair around his temples, not so subtly grinding herself on his tent that was hardening even further. His friend next to him was equally surprised and jealous that it wasn't his lap that the young lady chose to situate herself on.

"Is this what you wanted?"

When Yunho shifted under her and stammered out an incoherent babble of words, Y/N took hold of his hands and placed them on her hips.

"It's ok baby. You can touch me if you want. I don't mind." She encouraged him with a sweet smile on her face.

"I'm not sure I want to..." As soon as he said that, he regretted his words especially after seeing the disheartened look on Y/N's pretty face.

"Well I know for a fact I do so give her to me if you don't want her."

She let out a squeal when she was suddenly pulled of Yunho's lap and instead perched upon one of Wooyoung's strong and muscular thighs. He couldn't stop smiling as his hands rubbed against the sides of her waist.

"So tell me what's a gorgeous and young lady such as yourself doing in a place like this?" He was genuinely curious as to why someone like her would seek out work as an exotic dancer.

"Well it definitely brings in a lot of money, but I'm not going to deny that I do enjoy the attention and stares of some of the patrons like to give me." She answered, her hand reaching over to loosen up the tie around his neck.

"Oh, so you like being a little exhibitionist?" Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"God yes! But my ex boyfriend wasn't a fan of my occupation, hence why he left." She let out a tiny huff at the information.

"Well if you ask him he's an idiot for that. I know if I had a sexy girl like you, I wouldn't mind showing her off a little. Let others admire her like the goddess she is."

As he said those words to her, Wooyoung's fingers slowly peeled the straps of her top off her shoulders, his tips tracing along the outline of her collarbone. Y/N didn't budge when she felt Wooyoung's lips kiss across her shoulder and the side of her neck, she merely tilted her head to the opposite side so it would give him more access to suckle along her smooth skin. Yunho watched all of this with an aching hard on and clenched fist as he realized it could have been him in Wooyoung's position at that moment.

"Truthfully I don't miss him, he was very controlling anyways, but I gotta say...." She bit down on her lip, a bit unsure about continuing her sentence.

"It's ok baby. You can tell us anything you want." Wooyoung assured her as his teeth tugged at her earlobe.

Sucking in a breath she didn't know she was holding, Y/N spilled her secret out.

"I've just been a lot more horny ever since I started this job and I don't have anyone to fuck me like a slut. God I just want a big, fat cock to tear my pussy apart."

Both men looked at each other and exchanged a few suspicious glances before returning their attention back on the girl on Wooyoung's lap.

"Are you horny right now darling?" He asked her as his hand came to the front of her top and started undoing the buttons that ran through the middle.

"If I say yes, will one of you fuck me?" She turned her head to look at Yunho, not wanting him to feel left out. Her hand even reached over so it could brush along the tent in his pants, which he welcomed graciously and even allowed her to palm his hard on as she pleased.

"Oh honey, if you want, we'll both fuck you." Yunho finally spoke up after a long time of staying silent, scooting his body closer to her.

"Please do." She begged them, eyes looking like a pitiful little pup.

Undoing the last button, Wooyoung peeled the top off her, both men releasing groans when her breasts came into view. They looked so soft and smooth and it took everything in them not to take one in each of their mouths and devour them. Getting off of Wooyoung's thigh so she could sit right in between both men, Y/N took one of their hands and set them right on her mounds.

"Touch me, please. I want your guys' hands all over me."

Each one of the men began to squeeze at her tits, Wooyoung opting for a more rough approach, even pinching at her nipples, while Yunho took his time in massaging her flesh, thumb rubbing circles on her hardened peak. Y/N was already loving the two opposite dynamics both men were giving her, it was exactly what she'd been craving in a long time. She threw her head back when Wooyoung stooped down to take the breast he was currently toying with into his mouth, teeth tugging at her tiny bud. She was releasing heavy breaths as he continued to suck at her tender skin, eyes closing as she began to get lost in the pleasure. She nearly whined when she felt Yunho take his hand off her breast, but it was caught in his mouth since he moved his hand from her chest so it could cup her chin. Tilting it towards him, he began to kiss her hungrily. She gratefully welcomed the intrusion of his tongue in her mouth, letting it slither inside of it, taking complete control of her.

Taking advantage of his friend moving his hand away, Wooyoung moved so he was sitting right in front of her. Y/N pryed her legs open so he could be easily accommodated between her body. He moved his mouth to latch onto her other breast, giving it the special attention its twin had already received. He became a little harsher as he began to plaster marks on the underside of her boob and on the top of them. Each time he sank his canines down onto her skin, Y/N would emit a semi pained whimper that was muffled by Yunho's tongue as it swirled against her own wet muscle. Moving further south, Wooyoung began dragging his tongue down her sternum until it reached her belly button. Coming face to face with her leather shorts, Wooyoung grabbed the sides of the fabric before swiftly pulling it down her legs. Y/N shuddered when a small waft of cool air breezed over her wet heat.

"Fucking hell, what a nice and wet pussy you have little lady." Wooyoung stared in amazing at her shining folds that were inviting him to dive in and feast upon their sweet juices.

Pulling away so he could glimpse down at the lady's intimate place, Yunho moaned deeply when he saw what his friend was looking at.

"Fuck we've barely done anything and you're already this wet for us? You flatter us baby." He chuckled as he went back in to continue their makeout session.

Wooyoung's fingers slid around her folds, teasing her as they grazed over her slit, always stopping before they touched her clit. Y/N was yearning to be touched and she did not appreciate the older man's teasing. Yunho of course noticed since her needy whining was being spilled into his mouth.

"Is that a promise?" Wooyoung challenged.

"Wooyoung stop making her wait and eat her out before I shove you to the ground and I finger her cunt until she's squirting all over your face." He warned in between kisses.

Pulling back with a snarl, Yunho stared menacingly at his friend.

"Fucking eat her pussy or I'll get my men to hold you down and make you watch as I fuck her."

Shrugging off Yunho's threat, Wooyoung latched his mouth onto the young female's mound and started fucking it with his tongue. Y/N couldn't help but gasp as Wooyoung's skillful and experienced tongue swirled and sucked along her folds. He made sure to focus most of his attention on her clit, nibbling down on it while making sure he didn't accidentally grazed his teeth onto them.

"You like the way Wooyoung is eating you out baby?" Yunho asked as his large hands cupped your breasts once more, squishing them together as his thumbs toyed with your nipples.

"Yes! Shit! He's amazing!" She gasped out when he gave her a particularly long suck to thank her for her praises, a cocky grin forming.

"Heard that Woo? The little lady is enjoying it." Yunho gushed as he brought one breast up to place kisses on it.

Wooyoung responded with a moan against her pussy, his hands spreading her legs as far as they could go so he could lap reach every inch of flesh with his tongue. He left no place untouched as he practically smothered his face into her juicy core. Y/N's body started to tremble as she felt herself being thrown over the precipice. Yunho kept holding onto her as she began cumming on Wooyoung's face.

"Fuck- oh shit!" She cursed with scrunched eyes as an intense orgasm took over her senses.

Wooyoung didn't detach his mouth from her core until he made certain that she had released all the juices she possibly could, which ultimately ended up swallowed by him since he could not leave a drop to waste. When Y/N came to her senses, she still felt as if she was in a permanent high.

"I've never came from someone eating my pussy out. That was the first time anyone has made me orgasm from one." She admitted rather shyly.

"That's probably because you've only had amateur assholes perform oral on you honey. I've got years of experience. I know what a girl wants when she's getting her sweet pussy eaten out." Wooyoung boasted as he sat down next to her.

"Well I think it's only fair I show my gratitude to you both right?"

Sliding off the couch, Y/N got on her knees and beckoned the men to stand at each of her sides. Lifting her hands up, she began to palm their clothed cocks. She could only imagine how big they were since they already felt pretty packed even in their confinement. Although it was a little hard doing it with one hand, she managed to unzip both of their pants and slowly dragged them down their thighs until she was blessed by the sight of their mature cocks springing forward, fully erect and waiting for her to touch them. Her mouth was agape as she took one in each hand and began pumping them.

"God you're both so big."

Both men let out small laughs at her reaction.

"What? Never seen cocks like ours before baby?" Wooyoung asked.

"Not in person and I've always wanted to be fucked by sizes like yours."

Her hand continued to stroke their lengths. She even went as far as to spit on both of them so it would be easier to glide her hand along their shaft. Although Yunho was definitely the bigger of the two, packing a monster sized cock, Wooyoung was also pretty endowed and she had no doubt that with his cocky attitude he definitely knew how to use his dick in the best way possible. She couldn't help herself and actually brought both of their tips to her mouth. Her tongue alternated between licking Wooyoung's head before giving attention to Yunho's, both of them hissing when they felt her tongue on them. Y/N did not shy away from even slurping one both of them at the same time, opening her mouth as much as it could to fit their heads inside and sucking them in.

"Oh shit! You're such a dirty little girl." Yunho muttered out as his hand came down to pet the top of her head.

"Tell me are you always such a whore for your other customers?" Wooyoung's tone had a slight hint of jealousy at the thought of someone else getting the special treatment they were getting.

"Hmmm no. None of the other people have ever interested me. You guys are the first that made me wanna get a little naughty." She confessed with an innocent smile before taking each of their balls and giving them a few harsh sucks, coating them generously with her saliva. Although it was more than arousing having their young companion jerk them off simultaneously, even giving their slits a couple licks every now and then, the men knew they wanted a little more. They wanted to corrupt the woman in front of them and make a mess all over her.

"You wanna get even more naughty baby?" Yunho's voice dropped down 2 tones as he began taking his shirt off, Wooyoung following suit.

"Yes." She looked between one of the men and then to the other, nearly drooling when she saw their fit abs come into her view.

Lifting her up, Yunho effortlessly sat her back down on the couch.

"Want us to fuck you?" He continued to ask as he and his friend finished stripping themselves out of their clothes.

"Yes! Please fuck me." She encouraged, beckoning them over as she got on all fours for them.

"Well I don't know about you, but I really wanna see what that pretty mouth of hers does, especially after getting a sneak peak." Stepping over to her face, Wooyoung rubbed the tip of his cock along the top of her lip.

Y/N giggled as she took Wooyoung's length in one of her hands once more, pressing kisses along his head. She was so distracted in playing around and teasing Wooyoung that she didn't notice Yunho had placed himself right behind until she felt his bulge rubbing along her ass cheeks.

"I hope you don't mind sweetheart, but I wasn't expecting to get so lucky to be able to fuck a pretty girl such as yourself tonight so I'm afraid I brought no condoms...."

Y/N gasped when she felt a long finger insert itself into her ass.

"So I'm going to have to settle for fucking this other hole of yours." He circled his finger around her hole to further stretch her out, eventually adding a second finger inside her.

"If that's all right with you of course."

Y/N responded with a moan and pushed her butt further back so his fingers could sink deeper in her.

"I'd say it's more than ok with her. Look at how desperate she looks." Wooyoung lightly giggled, tapping the head of his cock against both of her cheeks.

"Open up."

Following his orders, Y/N allowed him to slip himself into her warm and wet mouth, unable to help but groan when he pushed half of his length in.

"What's wrong baby? Can't fit all of me inside?"

Taking it as a challenge, Y/N hollowed her cheeks even further and pushed herself forward until her nose pressed against his pubic bone. Although she choked slightly when she felt him hit the back of her throat, she was still able to swirl her tongue around him and properly accommodate him.

"For someone so young, you sure do seem to have a lot of experience." Wooyoung pointed out as his hands gently caressed her stuffed cheeks.

"That's cause she's nothing but a whore."

Y/N clenched around nothing as she heard Yunho's degradation, humming against Wooyoung's length as she felt his long fingers collect some of her slick and used it as a makeshift lube to spread around her asshole. Making sure she was all prepped and properly stretched out, Yunho took his sizeable dick and very slowly pushed himself into her ass, wanting to savor how her tightness hugged every inch of him. His head was thrown back when he stuffed her ass full of his cock, nails digging into her cheeks as he held back the urge to ram himself brutally and tear her ass up. When he did not move for a few seconds, Y/N grew impatient and pulled herself off him only to stuff him back inside.

"Don't make our pretty baby wait by being gentle Yunho. Can't you see she's desperate to have you break her apart?" Wooyoung smirked as pulled out of her mouth only to force himself back in, holding her head in place before releasing her. Y/N gagged around his cock, a tiny slick of drool falling out of the corners of her mouth.

"Is that what you want? Want us to be rough with you?"

Yunho got a response in the form of a moan around Wooyoung's dick and a tightening around his own cock .

"Ok shit! Yunho you better start fucking her cause I can't hold back anymore."

Not caring to wait and see if his friend would follow his instructions, Wooyoung gripped the back of Y/N's head and started bucking his hips into her mouth. Garbled noises that were muffled by Wooyoung's intrusion were spilling forth out of her, which were further intensified in range when the male behind her likewise started moving.

"Oh shit! You're so tight, you feel amazing little lady." Yunho praised as he slammed his hips onto her ass, watching it smack against his skin and wiggle every time he pounded back into her.

Y/N whimpered when one of Yunho's hands snaked in between her thighs and began to rub circles around her clit, further boosting the feeling they were giving her. With one of them fucking her face and the other one ramming into her ass, she felt so full and stuffed to the brim and she absolutely loved it.

"You enjoying this honey? Are you enjoying as two older men use you as their fuck toy?" Wooyoung's question was met by a loud vibration of her whimpers around him, his cock twitching at the feeling.

"Of course she's enjoying it. She loves getting used and treated as nothing more than a cum bucket." Yunho groaned in a raspy voice. His fingers which were moving earnestly around her bundle of nerves moved to strike them, making their recipient shudder when more stinging slaps were placed on her mound.

Tears of pleasure were rolling down Y/N's eyes as she was being fucked past her limit by the older and dangerous criminals. Never in her life did she actually believe such men like them would fulfill one of her deepest fantasies, yet here she was, gurgling and swallowing around one huge dick while her ass was getting torn apart by an even bigger cock. Not to mention Yunho was making sure she'd be tipped over the edge again as he worked his fingers on her clit, alternating between rubbing harshly against it before slapping it once more. During one of these hard smacks, she began crying out as her body began spasming and bursting out in pleasure, her juices spilling out of her.

"Oh fuck! She's cumming already." Wooyoung's words were becoming more slurred as he felt his own high fast approaching.

"I know. I'm gonna cum-" Yunho grunted as he plunged himself faster in her, his low and deep moans mixing with Wooyoung's higher pitched ones as both men used their pretty dirty dancer to push themselves over the edge, their relentless pace only helping to elongate the orgasm the girl under them was having.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Pulling out with a hiss, Yunho wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped himself furiously until white spurts of cum were being plastered all over her ass cheeks. He didn't stop until he made sure to paint her butt with all the cum he had to give.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung held her head in place as he fucked his own cum down her throat.

"Swallow it all you dirty whore. I don't want you spilling out a single drop. Got it?" He ordered as he spilled his seed into her mouth, which Y/N promptly swallowed as he said to. She kept eye contact throughout the entire process of having him rut his hips against her face, his mouth agape and blurting out swear after swear as he emptied himself in her mouth.

A popping sound was made when he pulled out of her, saliva plastered all over her lips which were red and swollen after the rough treatment they were put through. Both men slumped down on the couch to catch their breath and collect their senses. Yunho was the first one to gain his energy back and began to look for something to clean up, luckily finding a few hand towels near the mini bar. Coming back over where the other two occupants were, he began wiping off the leftover cum on Y/N's ass.

"You doing ok babe?" Yunho wanted to make sure.

"I'm doing wonderful, thank you." She giggled when Yunho pressed a light slap on her ass at her response.

After making sure to clean up properly, Yunho and Wooyoung gathered their clothes and began dressing themselves again while the exotic dancer simply sat there and watched them, lip poked out in a pensive thought.

"Will I see you guys some other night?"

Yunho and Wooyoung looked back and forth between each other and at her.

"Do you wanna see us again?" Wooyoung asked, his hopes getting up.

Y/N smiled at him.

"Of course I do. Just be sure to bring condoms next time. I'd really love to feel you both destroy my pussy next time."

The men chuckled at her bold words.

"Oh baby, it'll be our pleasure."

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nobody does it like you do - act 2

Thank you so much for all your reactions to part 1! I hope you enjoy part two just as much :)

CW: mentions of past minor character death (incl. a pregnant woman)

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Her first day of shooting isn’t great. It’s not bad by a long way, but it could have easily been better. They’re on location in a forest somewhere in the outskirts of Rifthold and she didn’t even know there were places in the city like this, she’d assumed it was all the sprawling metropolis of skyscrapers and crowded streets, but apparently not.

She’s cold. There’s a machine beating down torrents of fake rain on her and Fenrys where they stand opposite each other on the muddy path through the trees, they’re filming the scene where their characters first meet. Her feet are soggy inside the canvas trainers she’s wearing and they keep spraying water on her hair to keep the wet look running throughout all of the takes and she hates it. She’s uncomfortable and stiff but she comforts herself with the knowledge that Fenrys is the same if the frown he wears whenever the camera isn’t on him is anything to go by.

It helps, barely.

She keeps having to spit water out of her mouth between lines, she swears it never rains this heavily in real life but who is she to comment, and she watches Rowan’s lips twist in displeasure where he sits behind the camera every time she does it. Aelin’s not sure what else she’s supposed to do, he can sit there out of the line of the water all fine, but she can’t speak with her mouth full.

It can take time to fall into the natural rhythm of shooting a new project, even the shitty ones she’s done in the past have shown her that, but there’s something about the way Rowan watches her that prickles the back of her neck, his stare intense and heavy as he watches, that adds the pressure. She wants to show him that she can do this. She wants his approval.

She ignores the reasons why.

After they finish and Rowan has called cut she sulks back to her trailer, she’s only just managed to change out of her sodden clothes when there’s a knock at the door. It’s Fenrys, warm and dry now in his own change of clothes.

They’ve sort of become friends recently, after swapping numbers after the table read he had texted her first. The studio has put him in the same complex as her and they’ve shared a car back there a couple of times after some of their meetings. She likes him a lot actually, and while she knows his reputation of infamy with the ladies follows him around like a bad smell, she feels comfortable with him.

“That could have gone better,” he tells her as he flops down onto the two-seater sofa at the end of her trailer, the other half has a mound of clothes dumped on it that she hasn’t bothered to sort through yet.

She just shoots him a look that she hopes says tell me about it.

“Tomorrow will be better,” he tells her, reassuringly. He would know she supposes, he has far more experience than her.

“I hope so.”

“How’re you finding it so far, working with Rowan?” he asks, and she frowns, bristling at the fact that he somehow knows the worst question to ask already. Aelin doesn’t think she’s behaved weirdly around Rowan since the day at the table read, in fact she’s tried to avoid him where possible. Maybe that’s it.

“Fine,” she says, but that’s not quite true. It messes with her in a dangerous way every time she knows he’s watching her. She should be able to turn that part of her brain off during a scene, she trained for years to learn how to do that, but he gets to her. She’s working on it.

Fenrys laughs, seeing right through her.

“He’s not bad once you get to know him, the first time we worked together I thought he was a total dick.” She gives him the same look as before as she clears the clothes and sits down next to him.

“I swear he’s not that bad. He’s just-” Fenrys pauses, weighing her up with a look, and something that he takes in from the way she stands, gnawing on her lower lip with her hair still wet, has him saying; “He’s got a lot riding on this.”

“Why?”

It doesn’t feel like he has a lot riding on this, his last piece was nominated for the Oscars, how much higher than that can you get? It’s not like he’s in the same position as her, desperately clawing herself back to a place where she can be cast in a role and it not be followed by a stunned, oh?

She knows there were articles written when her casting was announced that were doubtful of her ability to do this movie, that questioned whether she’s up to the task and whether she’s good enough to be standing next to names like Fenrys and Rowan. Some of the articles were straight up mean, and she only knows that because she searched them up like a masochist when all the ones Elide sent over were far too nice.

A dark part of herself can’t help but fall prey to some of the headlines. The ones that throw around words like nepotism, the ones that question whether Aelin is talented enough to be where she is cut deeper than any knife, and only half of it is because she sometimes wonders the same. She should be better than that, but the reminder catches in her throat that she really does have a lot riding on this.

“It’s not really my place to say.”

That’s a load of shit, and she tells him so. He only shrugs, not willing to so openly gossip about their boss.

“How well do you know him exactly?” She’s fishing for any details, but it definitely could be passed off as casual curiosity.

“He directed my debut, we keep in touch every so often.” He’s nonchalant. “He asked me to audition for this.”

“Nice humble brag.”

Fenrys only flashes her his movie star grin, in combination with the wink he throws at her it’s almost an effort not to blush.

“He wanted you cast, you know?” That she didn’t know, but it’s nice to hear.

“Why? He doesn’t know me.”

“You’re hard work, you know?” He’s joking but it doesn’t sit quite right. She knows it’s true. “Come with us tonight. There's a group of us getting dinner, and you can ask him yourself.”

It’s an olive branch. She knows it’s obvious to everyone that she’s uncomfortable, still hasn’t quite found her feet on set after taking such a break, and it’s one that she’s grateful for. No matter how closed off she knows she still seems to them.

“Okay,” she says and Fenrys’ smile is genuine and a part of her lifts, it’s a start.

They share a car to the restaurant and he fills the journey with easy chatter. She appreciates it because she feels really fucking rusty. It’s been a while since she spoke to anyone outside of her immediate circle of friends and family, and it’s always been easy with them. This is different, but not unwelcome.

Sometimes she worries that, as much as they love her, Aedion, Lysandra and Elide are inclined to tread lightly around her. She’d like to think that she’s not that fragile, that she could take the full front of their humour and teasing like she used to, but then remembers when Fenrys’ joke fell flat for her in the trailer and she thinks again.

Either way, the cast and crew here don’t treat her like she’s broken, or even breakable, and it’s refreshing.

Fenrys leads the way into the restaurant, and there’s definitely paparazzi down the street snapping away at them as they cross the short distance from the car to the door. She tries to ignore it, she’ll text Elide once they’re done here, even though Elide will probably be overjoyed. It’s probably (definitely) easier to publicise your talent when she’s out there doing things with other famous people compared to staying inside her home alone.

Fenrys greets the staff on the door and they lead them through the restaurant to a staircase at the back of the room and it leads up to a private space with only one table. Right, privacy. Some of these guys are proper celebrities.

They’re the last ones there, and there’s two seats left at the table. Manon is here, so is Rowan and one of the executive producers who she thinks is called Gavriel.

“Alright guys, you all know Aelin,” Fenrys says and she smiles as they greet her.

Fenrys holds a chair out for her, the one next to Rowan, and she slides into it as he takes the one on her other side.

Rowan offers her a quirk of his lips, one she returns as she takes him in. He’s wearing short sleeves this time and she gets a good look at the tattoo snaking the whole way down his left arm. It’s in the Old Language and she can’t read it, even though her father had spent hours trying to teach her when she was a kid, but the lettering is beautiful and neat. She wants to reach out and touch, to trace the lines that roll down his golden skin.

She doesn’t. Obviously.

A waiter comes over to take their drink orders, Fenrys gets a beer, Manon and Gavriel opt for wine, but Rowan asks for an orange juice. He’s not drinking either and she wonders if it’s related to the reason he needs this movie to go well. So she’s nosy? So what?

She sits back and observes as the conversation flows, laughing along at the easy banter that flows between the three men and the sarcastic quips Manon throws in. Fenrys clearly understated his relationship with Rowan, they seem tight and have a clear fondness for one another. It’s easy to slot herself in as the night progresses, snarking with Manon and joining in with the general light-hearted mockery of Fenrys.

She thinks maybe so far she’s got Rowan wrong.

Tonight he’s quick-witted and charming, and he makes his best effort to include her in the conversation which she appreciates. It’s a contrast to the dark and teasing side of him she’s seen so far in the hallway and the table read. Maybe he’s decided to just start again, pretend they never met before she was cast, and she can do that too.

“So, Aelin.” Manon turns the spotlight to her after a while. “Tell us the scoop. I’ve not seen you in anything for a while.”

It’s not a nasty question, Aelin can just tell from the way she asks it, nothing more than genuine curiosity lies in her tone even if the phrasing is somewhat harsh. Manon might not be the bubbliest of characters, she’s blunt and doesn’t beat around the bush, but she’s not unkind, and Aelin doubts if she knew the truth she’d ask that question in such a way.

Elide managed to keep the worst of her… career break? One could phrase it more like breakdown, out of the limelight. She somehow managed to keep the worst of it hidden, and Aelin will owe her that for the rest of her life.

All the world knows is that Sam was murdered when they were both still newbies to their respective industries, neither of them had had their big break yet, and after that she took a break. For three years.

She remembers the headlines from the time, most were in smaller magazines, Sam wasn’t famous enough to make the front pages. Her mouth tastes like bile.

Singer-Songwriter Sam Cortland, 20, murdered in random street attack in Orynth, girlfriend Aelin Ashryver unharmed and working with police to identify suspect.

No one knows she knelt there in his blood begging for him to open his eyes, not even Aedion, or Lysandra or Elide, and she blinks back the image now. Her hands are curled into fists below the table and she forces herself to uncurl them and lay them flat against her jeans.

“Yeah,” she says after clearing her throat. “I took a break from it all for a few years, but I’m back now obviously and really excited for it.”

Manon nods and Gavriel raises a glass. He’s been nothing but kind to her all night. He kind of reminds her of her father, though he’s not that old, probably not even forty yet. He’s softly spoken and counters each snarky comment from Fenrys or Manon with something softer but no less amusing.

“Good to hear,” Fenrys says with a grin, clinking his glass against Gavriel’s.

The way Rowan watches her as he raises his own glass in a toast to her, careful and without speaking, tells her he knows. At least the basics about Sam, and it seems like maybe he did google her just like she joked back at the table read.

Their meals arrive then, mercifully taking the attention away from her. She needs to find a better way to deal with the attention than shutting down, especially if this film is going to be as big as everyone thinks it will be. She should call her therapist.

She will.

Eventually.

They leave the restaurant not long after, Fenrys covering the bill, emphasising that this was a celebration and an initiation for Aelin. She almost blushes for some unknown reason at his words, but she likes it. It sounds good. Like she really is back, or at least will be.

They each give her their numbers, and she likes the way he’s in her phone now as Rowan rather than Rowan Whitethorn, it feels like he’s not just someone from work. Not just her boss.

They each say goodbye and share a series of embraces, ignoring the small group of paparazzi that follow, desperate for any kind of incriminating image of any of the five of them. It’s clear that most of them are here for Fenrys, but she still makes sure to keep her expression clear and guarded as Rowan wraps her into a one-armed hug when they leave. It’s not just for the paparazzi.

Back in her apartment, when she’s tucked up in bed knowing she should be asleep, she can’t stop herself from googling him. She’s honestly surprised she’s lasted this long.

The first few news articles to come up are all about the movie and she scrolls past them, instead pulling up his Wikipedia page and scrolling straight to the personal life section. Maybe this is the weirdest way anyone’s ever got to know a friend, but she’s intrigued and still slightly flustered by him so it will do.

The section on his personal life is relatively bare, and it doesn’t surprise her. His Instagram account alone told her pretty explicitly that he’s a private kind of guy. She almost scrolls away after the first few lines, they don’t give her much information other than the college he went to and the languages he speaks, but she reads the final few lines of the section anyway.

In March 2018 Whitethorn’s fiance, Lyria Woods, passed away as the result of a road traffic accident. The driver of the other vehicle was found to be under the influence of alcohol at the time of the accident and was later sentenced to 6 years in prison for death by dangerous driving. Woods was 12 weeks pregnant with their child at the time of the accident.

Only a couple of weeks after the Oscars that she and Lysandra watched. She does the maths and realises this is his first film since then and thinks she knows what Fenrys meant.

Fucking shit.

Her second day of shooting goes better than the first, just as Fenrys said it would.

She’s more relaxed when she crosses the set from her trailer with a coffee in hand and she thinks she knows her place a little better now, even after only one night spent with the others.

She lies back while her make up is done, chatting to the make-up artist instead of sitting silently like the day before, and she’s almost ready for the discomfort that her wet hair will bring. The weather adds to the atmosphere of the film, dark and dreary and moody, and she gets why they’re doing it, but it still sucks.

Fenrys is ready when she gets there, and while she’s not avoiding Rowan today after finding out about his… past, she just finds it difficult to look him in the eye knowing what she does. He probably wouldn’t be surprised that she knew, if it’s on Wikipedia it’s public knowledge and they have made jokes about googling each other, but she feels weird in a way that she didn’t learn it from him. It feels intrusive, or invasive, to find out about something like that through Wikipedia.

But even though they bonded somewhat last night, and he greeted her this morning with an easy hey, they’re still not close. No matter that she thinks she might want them to be. She’s trying again to ignore the way she feels drawn to him, the way her eyes seek him out without her permission.

She knows she kills the take. Knows it from the high five Fenrys slaps against her palm once Rowan’s called cut and from the swift nod he offers her when she glances towards him.

There seem to be two Rowan’s too, there’s the award winning director Rowan Whitethorn, and then just Rowan.

Rowan Whitethorn is cool and calculating and distant, quiet while he watches their scene from his place behind the camera, the big black headphones he uses pushed down around his neck. His eyes are as sharp as a hawk’s while he watches for all the minute details of their expressions and any improvements they could make. He doesn’t give her that many she’s pleased to note.

The way he instructs them is impressive, with clear directions and thoughtful analyses. She’s been here two days and she knows how he got the Oscar nomination, he’s scarily intelligent and seems to know exactly what’s off about a performance before she figures it out herself.

The other side to him, the side that is just Rowan is…

Just Rowan is the one she likes more.

She suspects the smile he gives her later, after they’ve nailed the bulk of the scene in one take and she’s being twirled around by Fenrys, comes from him.

She has two full days off in a row, and she decides the best use of her time is to go and stay with Aedion and Lysandra. Fenrys isn’t free, and the reason she is is that he has a load of solo scenes to shoot, and she doesn’t envy him at all.

Lysandra is ecstatic when she announces via a group text to her and Aedion that she’ll be at their house for lunchtime, and she loves it, but it makes her feel a little guilty. That she’s let it get to the point when her friend reacts like that at her promise of a visit is quite frankly appalling, but she finally feels as if she’s taken the first step. She’s on the bottom rung of the ladder, and it’s taken her a while, but she’s there now.

Aedion and Lysandra live in a disgustingly big house in a gated part of the suburbs, and she knows the house isn’t exactly what they would have chosen in an ideal world, it’s too big and garish and grey, but there are gates by the entrance and 24 hour security.

It still messes with her head that Aedion is that famous. Aedion. Her gangly cousin, always too tall for his own good, who used to pull her hair when they were kids and sneak her extra helpings of cake at family parties before her parents divorced. She doesn’t know that much about football, so little in fact that her dad and Aedion teased her relentlessly for years, but everyone tells her he’s good.

Like really good.

The salary he gets from the Ravens is more than enough proof.

She rings their front door bell and she can hear Lysandra’s quick steps before the big wooden door is pulled open.

Her friend is glowing. Her dark hair falls into waves near the end and her staggeringly beautiful face is free of any make-up and unblemished and dewy. She’s had time to get over the insecurities that come from being friends with Lysandra so it barely phases her as she wraps her arms around her friend.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers into Lysandra’s hair. It smells like coconut and citrus and just Lysandra.

“I missed you too. So much,” Lysandra sighs as she pulls back, dragging Aelin into the house and shutting the door.

Their hallway is grand and open but there’s a pile of their shoes by the wall and a rack of coats that make it feel more homely. There are framed photos carefully arranged on the sideboard in the entry way that show the two of them with their whole family and all of their friends.

There’s one on there of Aelin and Lysandra at eighteen, their arms thrown tightly around each other while they grin massive, excited smiles at the camera, or more likely Elide behind it. She remembers the day it was taken, Lysandra had signed to her first agency and arranged to move to Rifthold, and they had taken her out to celebrate.

It was around the same time she signed for her first movie, a tiny role with two lines and twenty seconds of screen time but it got the ball rolling with her first proper acting credit, and she’ll never forget it.

A head of golden hair pokes around the kitchen doorway at the end of the hall and she lets her cousin sweep her up into a hug, swinging her up and around so her feet dangle above the floor.

“Alien, we’ve missed you.”

A stupid nickname from when they were young, the kind of young where he thought it was hilarious to replace her name with an extraterrestrial, but it only makes her smile now, squeezing her cousin tight before he puts her back down.

“Yeah, I bet you’ve been lost without me.” She beams at them, taking a moment to soak in how it feels to be with them even as Aedion rolls his eyes. “I’ve missed you both too.”

“Lunch is ready, come on,” Aedion tells her as he takes her case and drags it through the house, leaving it by the bottom of the stairs. It’s then that she spots the frilly pink apron tied around his waist.

“Alright,” she laughs. “I can’t wait to try what the domestic goddess has in store for us.”

Peals of laughter burst out of Lysandra and she grins back at her, forever grateful that they managed to keep their relationship with each other from ever impacting on their relationship with Aelin. At first she had been worried that Aedion and Lysandra would become AedionAndLysandra and that she wouldn’t have a place left with them, but she needn’t have worried, and they worked too well together for Aelin to have ever wished for anything different.

“Gods, shut up,” he mutters, slinging an arm around her shoulders and leading her to the kitchen. “So annoying, both of you.”

She grins as she hears Lysandra smack an overly dramatic kiss to his cheek.

Aedion’s a surprisingly good cook, the lunch he’s made is tasty despite being carefully planned to fit into both his and Lysandra’s strict meal plans. If they’re the cost needed to be able to live in a house like this, Aelin doesn’t want it.

“So,” Aedion says after he’s finished chewing a mouthful. “How are things going?”

He asks it with a gentle kind of sensitivity that she understands what he’s really asking. She knows it’s code for are you still sober? but she also knows he hasn’t asked it because he doubts her. Aedion and Lysandra have always been in her corner, even in her darkest moments they were there.

She never wants to put them through anything like that ever again. Never wants them to experience anything as terrifying as the last night she ever touched a drug. That night, almost a year ago now, will forever be the bottom of her pit. She doesn’t remember much of it, other than the devastation on Aedion’s face as he carried her out of the men’s toilets of a seedy nightclub in Perranth. The way he’d bitten his lip as he picked her up off the sticky floor, pulling the hem of her dress down to cover her underwear where it had ridden up.

The thought makes her sick.

He’d had to skip a game, leading to a bollocking from his coach, but he’d done it for her. Had carried her out of the club and into a car, waiting to take them back to his house. Lysandra had stroked her hair where she lay on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor while Aedion called a doctor to the house. Even through his panic he had thought of her and how little she would want it publicised that she’d been pulled out of a club, off her fucking rocker on whatever substance she’d been given by the lowlives she had fallen in with. She’s really, really lucky that for once Aedion hadn’t been followed by paparazzi.

She takes a sip of her sparkling water before she answers, it feels like all she ever drinks these days and it tastes like shit but it’s worth it if she never reverts back to where she was.

“I’m good.” She’s almost surprised to find that it’s true. “I’m feeling much better.”

She can barely look at them, can barely take the level of subdued joy on their faces.

“We’re glad Aelin, really glad.” Lysandra’s voice is sincere.

“So, how’s the new project going?” Aedion asks her, sensing her discomfort almost immediately.

“That’s good too actually.” It is. It feels good to have something positive to focus on, something that she feels is productive and worth doing. “It’s nice to be back and be busy even if the morning shoots begin disgustingly early. It’s good to be on set, surrounded by it all again and to remember that I can actually do this.”

She stabs her fork through a piece of tomato a little aggressively as she finishes and the look Lysandra shoots her tells her she’s not impressed with the self-deprecation but that she’ll let it slide for now.

“And Fenrys Moonbeam, is he really that good looking in real life?”

Aelin laughs. “More actually, sometimes it's too much.”

“Nice,” Lysandra nods appreciatively.

“Is he alright though?” Ever the overprotective older brother figure, she expected some version of this question from Aedion.

“He’s great. He’s hilarious and it really helps on the long days,” she says before taking her next bite.

“And Rowan Whitethorn’s directing isn’t he? What’s he like?”

Aelin blinks and finishes chewing slowly. “He’s… fine.”

She knows she’s fucked it when Aedion and Lysandra share a look, matching smirks beginning on each of their faces.

“Fine,” Lysandra repeats. “What exactly does fine mean Aelin?”

She purses her lips. “He’s a great director.”

Lysandra rolls her eyes. “And?”

She could probably lie here, they’d probably let it slide if she said some bullshit about how they’ve not spoken much and how she barely knows him, but she honestly needs to talk to someone about this. You know, to set her straight.

“And he’s really hot.”

She’s blushing as Lysandra laughs and Aedion chuckles.

“You’ve got a crush,” Lysandra sing-songs, and when she doesn't respond she says, “Have you got a picture of him? I don’t think I actually know what he looks like.”

She can’t blame Lysandra for that, she’s still kicking herself for not recognising him that day in the hallway, but he was only on screen for a few seconds at the Oscars and it wasn’t long after Sam so it wasn’t like she was paying attention in that way. She still thinks she should have noticed.

She pulls her phone out to find the only picture she has on there with Rowan. She had only taken it this week when they were eating breakfast with Fenrys one morning, in one of the tents that had been set up for them to sit in between takes, and Fenrys had pulled his phone out to snap a photo of her for his Instagram story.

She’d been wrapped up in one of the huge parkas they’re given for the times in between scenes holding her croissant high up in the air when he’d taken it. He’d captioned it she could have dropped her croissant and tagged her, and she’d gained a good few thousand followers. She’s almost at a million and they’re only a couple of weeks into shooting.

She had taken one of him in response and then spun around to force Rowan into a selfie with her, he’d protested but she’d pouted until he relented, grumbling something about actors that she knew he didn’t mean. She didn’t post it anywhere, she kept it to herself and she can’t lie, she’s looked at it way too many times since.

She’s smiling a wide smile, cheeks stuffed full of her croissant and it’s really kind of gross, but the small smile on Rowan’s face makes it bearable. More than bearable, she has to resist the temptation to make it her lock screen because that would be weird.

She remembers the heat of his chest where he had stood behind her to lean down so their faces were level, the hand he rested on her shoulder to steady himself and the way his fingers had brushed against her neck in the lightest caress.

She hands the phone over to Lysandra and wants to pull it back almost immediately.

It’s not that she’s embarrassed or whatever, even if they think it’s a bad idea they’d let her down gently, it's just that their opinion matters to her a lot. And while they haven’t exactly approved of her string of random hookups in the years since Sam, they’ve never tried to comment on it other than to check she’s in a good place with it, but she knows they’re waiting for the next person she sees seriously.

There’s a fairly large part of her that thinks her first relationship since Sam shouldn’t be with her boss. And that fucks her up a bit, because since when was she considering a relationship with him?

“Oh yeah,” Lysandra says, scaring away the intrusive thought and raising one perfectly arched eyebrow. “He’s hot alright.”

Aedion nods along, peering over Lysandra’s shoulder. Lysandra’s eyes are far too knowing when she looks back up at Aelin and passes the phone over. She doesn’t say a word before locking the phone and sliding it back into her pocket.

“You’ll have to invite us to set sometime.” Lysandra is sneaky but not subtle.

“I will,” she agrees.

The next week flies by, she shoots every single day but one, and she’s far too exhausted each night to do anything other than scrounge up a measly meal that can be pulled together from her cupboard basics and the limited vegetables in her fridge before falling straight asleep. They’ve made good progress so far, and she knows it's going to be good, but she’s tired.

She’s seen a lot more of the process outside of her own character by now too, and she’s amazed, but not surprised, when she persuades one of the crew to let her watch back one of Fenrys’ solo scenes from the previous week. He’s a phenomenal actor, that much is clear, but she had allowed herself to get caught up in Fenrys as her friend, the happy and funny guy she spends her time with, forgetting the talented and driven lead actor of their movie.

Not that she can forget it in the scenes they share, but she’s mostly concentrating on the emotions her character is going through, and responding to what Fenrys gives her. It almost feels too natural for him, and she forgets that it takes work.

His text meets her at lunchtime on the Sunday they both have off, when she’s still in her pyjamas on the couch, debating whether to start a new series or watch the latest cheesy rom-com that Netflix has released.

She auditioned for one of them a couple of years ago, and she’s far enough past the bitterness that comes with not getting the role that she could enjoy it. Maybe a little, cynical part of herself thinks she’s glad she didn’t get it. What she has now is far better. She’s being a snob, but she straight up doesn’t care. It’s not like anyone else is here to judge her.

Fancy coming to Rowan’s to watch the game? I’m leaving in 20 his text reads.

She didn’t plan on doing anything today, but the invitation sparks something in her, and she’s never been to Rowan’s place before. The studio put him in a house about thirty minutes from set, and she’s curious. How much luxury does the big name director get compared to what she and Fenrys have got? She’s lucky really, that Dorian managed to negotiate the same for her as they offered Fenrys.

rowan’s??? She replies, followed by what game????

She gets up off the couch, putting the lid on the tub of yoghurt she was tucking into with a spoon and walking through to the kitchen to throw it back into the fridge.

Tall, grumpy guy that bosses us around all the time comes through a minute later and she grins at her phone at the description. It’s followed up by Ravens v Panthers.

She taps out, getting changed will be ready in 15 and he replies with three smiling emojis.

She doesn’t think it will be anything fancy if her impromptu invitation is anything to go by so she only swaps her pyjama bottoms with tiny cartoon sheep down the legs for a pair of black leggings and throws a sweatshirt over her oversized t-shirt.

Manon is there when they get there, sprawled across the two seater sofa at the far side of Rowan’s living room, and she gives them both a wave when they enter the room. The house is a pretty modest, two-up two-down in a sweet neighbourhood and it’s cosy inside with relatively modern decor. She doesn’t know for sure whether or not that fits Rowan, but she feels like it does.

He doesn’t let them in, Fenrys swings the door open and marches in like it’s his own place and she wonders how much he and Rowan have hung out, or whether that’s just him. Rowan appears in the doorway about a minute after they come in, a bowl of snacks in his hand that she thinks could be popcorn and he puts it down before coming over to wrap Fenrys in a hug. They slap each other on the back in the way that guys do before pulling back.

Aelin stands at Fenrys’ side watching the exchange, unsure whether to greet Rowan or just take a seat, and once they’re done he seems to regard her with the same sort of uncertainty. Fenrys darts around Rowan to throw himself onto the other sofa and she doesn’t give herself long enough to doubt her decision before she opens her arms and steps towards him.

“Hey,” he says simply as he wraps her into a brief hug. “Thanks for coming.”

She wraps her arms around his own broad shoulders, and it feels nice. He’s warm and strong beneath her hands and the way his arms loop around her waist, so far his hands reach back around to her stomach, gets her in a way that she really doesn’t need to think about. It feels really good pressed up against him like that.

“Hey,” she breathes as he pulls back, and she knows he sees the blush on her cheeks. She’s not fifteen, she really needs to sort herself out. “Thanks for having us.”

“Of course, make yourself at home.” He gives her another half smile, offering a flash of his straight, white teeth, and again she’s struck by him. That his place is behind the camera is a crime. “I’ve got more snacks and drinks in the kitchen if you want.”

“Beer?” Fenrys asks her, already heading to a door that she assumes leads to the kitchen.

She shakes her head, “do you have sparkling water?” She directs the question to Rowan who nods.

He doesn’t have to speak before Fenrys says “on it,” and leaves the room.

She assesses the seating choices left in the room, there’s a cream two-seater sofa opposite where Manon lies, and that’s probably her best bet, but Rowan has already taken his seat on it, an ankle crossed over a knee as he settles into the cushions. There’s plenty of room to sit by him and not touch, and she weighs it up against having to ask Manon to move.

She’s friendly with the girl, but still feels slightly intimidated by the calculating and sarcastic blonde despite the fact that she’s a few years younger than Aelin herself, so maybe Rowan is the safer choice.

Fenrys comes back into the room just as she takes her seat.

“Move your feet, Blackbeak,” he demands as he hands her a glass of sparkling water, it’s chilled with a couple of cubes of ice and she appreciates it.

Manon lifts her legs for Fenrys to sit, but plops her legs back down across his lap immediately and sticks her tongue out at him as she does. Aelin feels herself smile at the display, and the fact that she’s included in this circle of friends. She hasn’t really made an effort with anyone new since Sam, the only people she’s really spoken to are Elide, Lysandra and Aedion, and they were all there for her before Sam. It feels really damn good.

She really, really, doesn’t understand the rules of football, but it’s easy enough to cheer along when the others do and laugh at their outrage when something doesn’t go their way. It’s the most animated she’s seen Rowan so far, and she’s not quite sure which way their allegiances lie, but it’s probably with the Ravens being in Rifthold and all, and she knows her own is.

Everytime Aedion gets the ball or is shown on screen she can’t hold back the cheers. She’s proud of him and she knows how hard he works to be as good as he is, and even knowing as little as she does, it's special to watch him excel.

Rowan and Fenrys both seem a little starstruck that he’s her cousin, to her he’s just Aedion and they’re the real, scary celebrities, but they gush about him like starstruck little boys.

“And you were at his house last weekend?” Fenrys cries, almost outraged that this is the first he’s ever heard of it, but honestly? They’re both Ashryvers; it’s not like it's a secret.

“Yes,” she laughs. “He’s basically like my brother.”

“Gods, Aelin.” He sounds almost pained that she hasn’t brought this up before. “You've been holding out on us! Please give me his number or introduce me or something.”

“Sorry.” She laughs again and throws a smile to Rowan that he returns with another quirk of his lips. “Invite me earlier next time and I’ll ask him to sort a box for us at the stadium.”

“Seriously?” Even Rowan sounds awed now.

“Yeah, just let me know,” she says. “It’s no big deal.”

It really wouldn't be, Aedion has been telling her for years to invite any friends she wants to games, she would just need some friends outside of him, Lysandra and Elide first.

“It’s definitely a big deal,” he says, watching her with a smirk still playing on his lips.

She shrugs. “Just make sure you text me early next time.”

“Oh, I will,” he says, and she has to look away from him. The way his voice curves around the words, all low and intense, is definitely about more than just the game.

She tries to pass it off as just looking to where Fenrys is cheering loudly at the next play, but Manon is there again, looking at her with such a knowing expression that she immediately focuses back on the TV.

At half time she needs to use the bathroom and Rowan gives her a quick rundown of the layout of the house. She’s quick to do her thing and runs by the kitchen afterwards to grab a refill of her drink and find something to eat.

Rowan had told them all to help themselves, explaining that he felt they had as much right as he to poke through the cupboards in the only just filled rental property and she gets it. The places the studio rent out for them are nice enough, and she’s more than grateful that they do, but it’s never quite home. Even if her home is somewhat impersonal, it’s still home.

She’s on her tiptoes, scanning through the relatively well stocked cupboards on the hunt for anything chocolate, when someone enters the kitchen behind her.

“I know I said help yourselves, but you’re going to eat me out of house and home at this rate.”

It’s Rowan, and he leans against the doorframe as he watches her startle and spin to face him, his legs are crossed at the ankles and his arms are folded over his chest. The pose highlights his powerful arms that she wants to be wrapped up in again and he looks really good in the dim lighting of the kitchen. It bounces off the lines of his tattoo, shining and highlighting the swirls that she can barely look away. She wants to ask what it means.

Aelin scoffs and pushes the cupboard door shut gently, they’re not eating that much and if they are it’s definitely not her, Fenrys and Manon are another story.

“There’s nothing stopping you from kicking us all out,” she says and he laughs, shaking his head.

He tilts his head to the side, his gaze picking her apart by the second before he says “maybe not all of you.”

His words and the way he shifts in the doorway as his eyes run her up and down gives her the confidence to bite her lip and look up at him through her lashes. He pushes off the door frame and comes to lean against the counter by her side.

He opens a cupboard door on her other side and rummages through a shelf before handing her a foil packet.

“I have a feeling this is what you were after.”

She accepts the chocolate and tucks it onto the counter at her side as she mirrors him and leans against it too.

“Unsurprisingly, you’d be correct.”

He presses his lips together before his lips twist again, it’s the same expression from before that she knows means he wants to smile but he can’t quite commit, and she feels her body loosen like she wants to lean forward to press into him. She doesn’t though.

What she does instead is take a sharp breath and a step back. “Thanks.” She waves the bar of chocolate in the air before stepping around him and making her way back into the living room, forcing her steps to seem calm and collected as she feels his gaze heavy on her back.

“Anytime.” His words follow her out of the room, they’re a promise.

Luckily, Fenrys and Manon both ignore it when Rowan follows her and retakes his place next to her.

#rowaelin #throne of glass #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #rowaelin au #ndilyd #nobody does it like you do #cw: minor character death

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Season 1, episode 1: What About his Dick?

Spoiler alert!!! This is a rewatch recap of Snowpiercer s1e1: First, the weather changed. Naturally, it is full of spoilers for that episode. However, it also contains spoilers for some other episodes of season 1 and season 2. You have been warned!

The show opens with André Layton reading us a nice bedtime story. In a shocking turn of events absolutely nothing like the real world, the 1% have caused a climate disaster. Layton explains that the great visionary Mr. Wilford foresaw that the attempt to reverse climate change would cause the world to freeze, in what sounds like a thinly-veiled accusation that Wilford actually caused the freeze.

Next, some of the main characters get introduced. They start as they mean to go on: Layton takes charge before he’s even come up with a plan, Zarah inexplicably avoids any fighting, Miles just hides away for most of the second half, and Commander Grey refuses to wear a helmet.

After the opening credits, we’re introduced to Melanie. As she walks through a calm, quiet, corridor, I’m relieved to discover that there is at least one set in this production that’s lit brightly enough that my laptop screen can actually display it! She makes the morning announcement in the overly-calm tone of voice of a person who is close to snapping. At the end of the announcement, she warns the passengers to be prepared to brace. Viewers should also take note of her warning.

For anyone attempting to keep track of the timeline (I have tried and failed), Melanie informs us that Snowpiercer is six years, nine months and twenty six days from departure.

Layton uses the announcement to make sure that his watch is synchronised to Snowpiercer Standard Time, and if anyone knows what brand of watch battery he’s using, please let me know. Meanwhile, some Jackboots begin to unlock the gates and doors, allowing room service waiters Till and Osweiller through with the day’s breakfast orders.

Santiago shows us all why he wasn’t at the revolution planning meeting, and starts a fight with an armed soldier. Till responds with her best impression of a substitute teacher, telling the class to “Sit down and calm down!”

Josie and Murray complain that there’s only one cart of gourmet barres de bestioles today. Osweiller’s a dick about it. When the room service team and their military escort leave, we get to see a bit of tailie life: Murray works as a lunch lady, Winnie works as a personal trainer, and Miles works as a competitive rat breeder.

Layton demonstrates some questionable parenting skills for a while, then attends a revolution meeting where the main item on the agenda is exposition! We find out the following:

Lights knows a lot about the electrics on the train (I’m calling it now: she used to be a Wilford Industries Engineer)

Old Ivan can tune pianos, but there’s no piano wire on the train

There hasn’t been a child born in the tail for five years...

... largely because tailie women are being sterilised

Murray is the last Australian

There was a rebellion in year three, and thirteen arms were taken as punishment

Layton then tries to convince the others that six and a half years of living in squalor isn’t long enough, and they should all stay in the tail for a just little bit longer! But Pike and Josie call him out on his bullshit, and the revolutionaries agree to launch their attack as soon as the room service crew returns.

Josie apologises to Layton, and then for some reason they repeat the exact same debate that they literally just had at the revolution meeting. When that’s over, he tells her that he doesn’t want her on the front line tomorrow. Josie has apparently had enough arguing for one day, so instead of telling him to go fuck himself she dodges the subject and gives him a little kiss on the head.

The tailies sing and pray and sharpen their weapons, while Old Ivan gives Layton a knife and a pep talk about how the train is a ‘fortress to class’. Layton is considerably more impressed by the line than I am.

Uptrain, Melanie wishes good morning to a First class iguana.

It doesn’t take long for us to understand why she does this: it’s the most enjoyable conversation she’ll have all day. She makes smalltalk with the human passengers, in both English and Cantonese. Then, because the iguana wasn’t enough evidence that life in First is fucking batshit, Lilah and Robert Folger complain to Melanie that they are being body-shamed in the sauna by scandinavian royalty.

To recover from that/prevent herself from exploding with frustration Melanie attempts some light chit chat with the Folgers' teenage daughter, LJ. LJ’s hobbies include petulance, obvious foreshadowing and eating third class noodles. Mr. Lam warns LJ of violence in third, and Ruth dismisses it as, “Nothing but track talk.”

“Ruth!” Melanie snaps, “Stop trying to make track talk happen! It’s not going to happen!”

Melanie sends Ruth to investigate the track talk. Despite the fact that the rumours are about Third, Ruth has to go to the Tail (??). Ruth complains that she was hoping to avoid the Tail, so Melanie placates her by flirting.

“You know you love an excuse to wear your fur.”

Do you hear that? It’s the sound of a thousand lesbians typing Mel/Ruth fanfiction.

Next up, the tailies are preparing for the revolution. Pike is on lookout, and he reports that hospitality are overseeing today’s room service! Perhaps the tailies' complaints about portion sizes are finally going to be taken seriously? Due to hospitality's presence, the tailies put the revolution on pause; they want to hear what Ruth has to say.

A hush descends as Ruth takes to the stage - which is technically just an IKEA stool, because they're in the apocalypse.

Initially, Ruth suffers from a little stage fright. However, like all good divas, she quickly recovers by blaming her assistant. Then, she announces that they have a removal request for Mr. André Layton.

The ‘removal request’ turns out to be more of a ‘kidnapping order’. Layton is dragged away by Jackboots as soon as he’s identified. We get a montage of him undergoing a creepy medical checkup and a very public shower, before being led uptrain by Till, Osweiller and some Jackboots. Layton asks them what’s going on, and Osweiller’s a dick about it.

Till guides Layton’s head into the rickety little open air subtrain like it’s the back of a police car, which is probably sensible, but makes me laugh every time.

Their little meta train journey takes Till, Osweiller and their kidnap victim head to the third class mess hall. Layton, of course, promptly hisses at the sun as he enters.

Do you hear that? It’s the sound of a thousand ex-twilight fans typing Vampire!Layton fanfiction.

Lead Brakeman Roche gives Layton some soup and a grilled cheese, and I cannot wait to get a side-by-side of the way Layton looks at that sandwich vs the way he looks at his baby next season.

Roche also finally tells Layton why he was kidnapped: there’s been a murder on the train, and Mr. Wilford forgot to pack a homicide detective! It's a good job they treated the one they had in storage for 6+ years so nicely!

Back in the Tail, Miles tells Josie that he packed Layton’s worldly possessions: a book, a chain, a spoon, a photo and a badge. Miles also says that people don’t come back to the Tail. Perhaps this is supposed to be true, but my main takeaway is that the kid needs to listen more carefully to Old Ivan’s story about fixing a piano once.

From Miles and Josie's cosy chat, we cut to a frozen, dismembered torso stashed under the floor. Osweiller’s a dick about it. Till uses her Cop Skills to give Layton the details about the murder victim, Sean Wise. Then, she asks the great universal question:

Layton, quite rightly, cannot fucking deal with these incompetent baby cops. He walks off.

Osweiller tries to tell a joke, but unfortunately he’s no better at stand-up comedy than he is at law enforcement. Instead of asking for constructive criticism of his work or graciously accepting his small failure, he decides to deal with his disappointment by kicking the shit out of Layton. If only there was a train therapist in episode 1, to help him deal with his complicated grown up emotions!

Till does a half-assed job of getting Osweiller to stop kicking the shit out of the only surviving homicide detective in the world. However, before she's particularly successful, they get caught by their dad boss. He tells them they’re grounded for a week and sends them to their room the Tail.

Next up: some more exposition! It turns there was another dickless murder victim two years ago. Uh-oh! Before he'll consider doing his pre-freeze job for the people who have kept him in slavery for the past 6+ years, Layton asks for some basic human rights for the Tailies. Instead, Roche gives him a xenophobic anti-Tail rant.

To make things weirder, iiiiiiit’s creepy doctor time! Klimpt is brushing someone’s hair with his pants half down, and that’s all I want to ever say about that scene.

After some uncomfortable chit chat with Klimpt, Melanie tells Layton that, if he can prove drawer prisoner Nikki’s innocence, then she’ll give him a job he doesn’t want and move him away from Josie and Miles! She might know a lot about engineering, but our girl has some things to learn about bribery.

Roche then takes Layton to Snowpiercer’s queer, poly commune: The Chains. He calls the people living there a bunch of freaks, to remind us that he’s even more of a dick than his son employee. Layton meets the murder suspects, who are Sean Wise’s partners and... surprise! One of them is Layton’s ex-wife, Zarah!

Layton finally does a bit of detective work, and pieces together that Zarah must have been the one who told the cops that there was a spare homicide detective stored in the tail. He wants to question her first. She kisses her partners goodbye and, spoiler alert: that’s the last we ever see or hear of them again!

Layton and Zarah quickly cover why she outed him as a cop, and then they get into the real argument that’s been brewing: he’s pissed at her for taking the upgrade to third, and she’s pissed at him for making them survive the apocalypse just to live in the tail. They shout at each other for a while, and this might be Zarah’s best scene in the whole damn show? He takes a dig at her for moving on, to which she retaliates that he probably “bunked with Josie the moment [she] was gone.” He denies it, and then we cut to… Josie, holding Layton’s possessions, in what appears to be their shared bunk.

Pike’s got his tin foil hat on and visits Josie to accuse Layton of knowing all about the kidnapping. He makes a vague threat that doesn’t make any sense. Then, he asks her if she gets it, and she replies that she got it all. After watching this episode four times, I still don’t get anything! Seriously: what is going on in this scene?

In Ag Sec, despite the fact that Layton was in handcuffs and under military guard earlier that day, Roche is now happy to allow his charge to crash a school trip unrestrained. Layton accuses Melanie of using Zarah as leverage, but Melanie brushes it off: she just came here to talk about her strawberry garden and give Layton a load of useful information about how the train works.

Downtrain, the Tailies are singing. It’s Old Ivan’s birthday! In true grandad style, all he wants for his birthday is some peace and fucking quiet. The Tailies leave him alone for a few minutes, and Ivan plays some Rachmaninoff from a smartphone that’s juuuust about still working. Miles mimes along to the piece on a mockup of a piano keyboard, some other people dance together, and everyone seems about as happy as they could be under the circumstances.

Then, the music stops.

Because Ivan used the phone charger to hang himself.

How does a TV show bounce back from a graphic suicide scene? Nudity!

Jinju goes for a swim in the aquarium car wearing nothing but a knife strapped to her thigh, like some kind of Scandinavian royal. Apparently she didn’t want to borrow one of Lilah Folger’s sauna bathing suits.

There are a lot of shots of naked asses in this show. Let's count them!

Jinju has made some lovely, fresh sushi to share with her boss. Melanie - because of course she does - immediately enquires about Jinju’s love life.

Who is the head of HR on this train, and why aren’t they keeping better tabs on Melanie Cavill?

Mama Grande tells the Jackboots about Old Ivan. Melanie makes an evening announcement. The revolutionaries get kitted up. And then, it all kicks off.

Till and Osweiller (who are still grounded working their double shift) come into the tail to collect the body. The tailies walk around the body to say goodbye. Osweiller’s a dick about it.

Josie, proving that she’s one of the few characters with any common sense, hides her face with a bandana.

Till and Osweiller go to move the body, and surprise! Z-Wreck switched with Ivan! He swiftly punches both Brakemen in the face, and the revolution begins.

There’s some cool fighting, but it’s all far too dark and fast for decent screenshots. One of the Jackboots picks Osweiller up by his collar and tosses him from the tail like a Simpson's character being thrown out of Moe's bar.

Till, meanwhile, is dragged back by the tailies. They’re right: of the two Brakemen available for hostage taking, she’s definitely the most tolerable.

The revolutionaries block the doors with ramps. At first, I can’t figure out why that’s necessary. Then, Strong Boy runs up the ramp and launches himself out of the Tail, landing with his fist in a Jackboot’s face. It all becomes clear, then: the ramps are for dramatic effect!

Apparently nobody sees any reason to prevent a five year old child from running through a battlefield. So, Winnie watches Strong Boy slice a Jackboot’s hand off, and then races to pick it up. She makes it all the way to the next doors, chips them open, and squeaks in terror. She’s met by a solid wall of navy and black uniformed Jackboots, punctuated only by Grey’s ever-helmetless head.

Melanie is about to enjoy her leftover sushi, when an alarm starts ringing.

She does what we’d all do in that situation: she leaves her fancy dinner on a random windowsill, and goes back downtrain.

Grey wants to use Layton as a hostage to get Till back, but Melanie arrives just in time to remind him that, actually, they need the detective uptrain to solve the murder. Instead, Layton is appointed as lead negotiator. They send him in to talk with his comrades, unsupervised. Great plan, guys!

For a reason that I still cannot fathom, Pike, Z-Wreck and Strong Boy apparently decided to bring their hostage out of the Tail. Till is, as she so often will be in this show, covered in blood. Layton and Pike have a standoff, until Layton finally comes up with a plan: he’s going to harm the hostage! He also sees an opportunity to get rid of Pike, and suggests that he, Strong Boy and Z-Wreck surrender themselves to the drawers. Ruth and Grey don’t think it’s enough, but after a bit of haggling, they land on a compromise: Grey won’t kill any more tailies if Layton solves the murder for Melanie, and Ruth takes "a significant arm" in the morning.

And now, finally, Melanie can eat her damn sushi! She chips into her validatingly-messy bedroom, gets out of her work uniform, and puts on a hoodie. Then, she walks into the engine and grabs a drink. She tells someone - who at the time we do not know is just Bennett - that he’s in her chair. They have some flirty banter, and I am yet again left wondering about HR on Snowpiercer.

And then, after a mouthful of sushi, we get one of the best reveals I’ve ever seen on TV:

And that’s it! The end of series 1, episode 1!

#snowpiercer #snowpiercer s1e1 #snowpiercer 1.01 #snowpiercer recap #incorrect snowpiercer recap #snowpiercer season 1 #snowpiercer rewatch #snowpiercer netflix

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the best things about Outer Banks

*spoilers ahead*

Holy hell, this turned out so long. I decided to make a second post solely dedicated to quotes because I just could not fit that in here anymore. I guess it speaks for this show that I had enough material to make two... Anyways, enjoy!

pt.2 - The Best Quotes From OUTER BANKS

NOT the pace at which John B and Sarah’s relationship develops

noT AT ALL

sorry, done with the venting now

anyhow, the group being TIGHT ™

JJ making you feel one of three ways:

“oh heLLO, JJ” (mostly without a shirt scenes)

“ugh, JJ” (he brought the gun and/or is being a dick scenes)

“awww, JJ...” (you know which scenes)

Kie’s outfits

the golden hour lighting

the sets being actual houses

the beach/sea/surfer aesthetic

the van

The Chateau™

JJ’s rings

Pope’s contributions being overlooked, always

everyone’s motivation on this show: “How much?” “400 mill”

conclusion: that’s worth fucking shit up

Kie actually being really skilled in politely but determinedly shutting her guy friends down when “macking” on her

ya know, until the Pope pity party at the end...

cuz that’s what it felt like, for real

I actually thought JJ and Pope might have a thing going...

the soundtrack full of surf guitar music

the intro font always making it feel like some 90s Miami-set crime show is about to start

John B’s hair, I think?

I mean, I don’t know what you’re into...

I just feel like it’s a breath of fresh air on the boy’s-hairstyles-tv-landscape

getting major “Don’t Breathe” vibes from the blind old lady shooting up her house

I appreciate them trying to make her actually kinda creepy, because they usually fail miserably with "scary” elements on non horror stuff

I don’t know if you catch my drift, just thought it was well done...

Sarah getting stung by a jellyfish and everyone just like not really caring??

all of them thinking for even oNE SECOND that they weren’t gonna get screwed over with the gold

JJ looking like the lead of any 90s teen production at all times

JJ just effortlessly blending in with the waiters at the party

or that time when he fake cried on command to save his ass

but like every character has good acting skills (or simply is a good liar, I guess it’s a matter of philosophy)

JJ and Pope betting money on Kie and Sarah

Kie starting a fire to save everyone’s ass

the Vlad and Val thing (cheesy for sure, but adorbs nonetheless)

highkey though the guy playing the drug dealer is a really good actor, cuz I’m sure he’s nice and cool and all irl but as Barry all he makes me think of is this:

Topper’s Frosted Tips™ (gosh that sounds so unbelieveabley sexual I can’t believe it’s not sexual)

JJ constantly trolling every authority figure

Sarah not being the perfect-snobby-rich-chick-daughter despite being expected to be by everyone

JJ robbing the coast guard of a pen? because he ignored him

“bring it on Aggie, you bitch” sign (I don’t think stroms can read but nice touch)

especially the first few episodes finally being an accurate depiction of how teenage boys always wear their hat floating like 5″ above their head and hoW FUCKING DUMB IT LOOKS!!! thank you! please stop...

Pope loosing his pants at the cemetary (like imagine him having to explain that to his mama)

the “friends” awkwardly waving at Kie’s dad

that one silouette shot ✨cinematography, bitches✨

never actually seeing John B give the BMX bike back to that poor kid...

going back to save the Big John photograph from the street (tears, man... tEArS)

John B being a major wuss while Sarah is cleaning his wound

NEVER having the gun when actually needed

ALWAYS having the gun when it could get you in major trouble

JJ taking the blame to save Pope

JB’s finger guns after his first kiss with Sarah (John B you smooth mf...)

that opening shot in ep.4 zooming in on the boat through the storm clouds

everybody being collectively surprised to see JB in a school building

the blood splattering against the window of the car with JJ and his dad in it (terrible scene, A+ effect!)

JJ sneaking through the swamp with a backpack on his head

the actor of Sarah’s dad managing to give you the creeps with some subtle crazy eyes even before it turns out he’s actually crazy

Kie fooling Pope with her British accent

Rose thinking she’s some kind of High Priestess at the midsummers party

John B putting a bow tie on JJ

BROMANCE™ (alternative title)

JJ delivering the note dancing flirtatiously

Sarah thinking pushing John B down would magically have made him invisible to Topper watching them for thE LAST 5 MINUTES??!

JJ twirling Kie around when leaving the Kook party

Topper accidently confessing his creepy-stalker-love to a 13 year old

Kie slapping John B

John B slapping Kie

violence is not the answer, kids! but I guess these were friendly slaps, so it’s okay

JB telling Sarah how “everything’s fine” with the Pogues and then cutting to it being definitely not

John B saying: “I don’t give a shit if she’s an axe murderer” and Pope making this face: 😲

a brilliant plan being ruined by a porch light

everybody constantly shitting on 1... 2... 3!

is that a The Shining reference I’m seeing????

how tf did it take them so long to realize she’s blind I-

and then once they did, Sarah states: “that bitch can’t aim” ???

like yeah, obviously, you just said it yourself sHE’S BLIND!!!????

anywho, John B not even bothering to fake excitement over the fishing trip

JJ finding “that’s what she said” disproportionately funny

the group wordlessly agreeing that somebody should probably look after JJ at the drug dealer’s

Sarah confidently telling JB she’s a virgin without it being all awkward (rare sight in teen shows back in my day)

Pope’s “Thrasher” shirt (like damn that’s off brand, but funny!)

JJ getting floaties for drinks in the whirlpool

the Whirlpool Group Hug™

JB telling Sarah goodbye before the fishing trip and me deadass thinking for a sec that he set an alarm to creep into his gf’s room in the middle of the night

Ward having sOmE NErVE to interrogate JB after killing his father (and later basically calling Rafe a psycho?!! like bitch get a mirror and baptized, thank you)

John B driving through the fence at the airport

Sarah yelling at her dad “you’re gonna kill him” like that’s gonna stop him lol

the cop at the airport giving us real talk about what police first aid training probably looks like

JB wanting to tell the cops what happened out of the goodness of his heart

Wheezie sticking up for her sister

Rafe calling John B a maniac (the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I see)

JB locking himself in, in a house with Topper (like god damn, Karma’s a bitch huh)

Sarah, a teenage girl mind you, getting away from a trained-special-force-FBI-whatever-cop-dude in full armor by KNEEING him

Rafe talking to his Emotional Support Dealer™

the Pogues standing up to their parents for frIEnDsHIp!!!

JJ about to play “Operation” on his dad to get the keys

the missed opportunity to use “I Shot The Sheriff” on the soundtrack

I’m still a bit salty....

JB getting out of the cop car like that’s just normal

Pope going to shake Kie’s hand to make up

Sarah making it just in time

Ward being the “final card” lmao

Pope’s fam taking JJ into their group hug

the chill fisherman dude (with a wild romantic past?) taking in JB and Sarah

I demand a spin-off for that guy’s story btw

I’m so sorry for how long this must’ve taken to read. Seems like a good time to remind you that there’s more though:

pt.2 - The Best Quotes From OUTER BANKS

It’s a great show (even though in parts I would’ve preferred them to step off the cheese grater a little bit). Overall (aside from the obviously heavy themes), it reminds me of all the Australian teen shows I used to watch growing up (mixed with “the Outsiders” maybe?) and it makes me actually a bit excited for summer.

And I hate summer, so that’s saying something!

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Hidden Blade Chapter 1

Y’all I’ve been to excited for this because I loved this movie with a passion. (Nothing beats Bohrap btw but damn 6 Underground was awesome not just because of Ben. Though he really made the movie even better.) If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters please hmu!

Please enjoy and I’ll see you guys in the next chapter or one of my updates. I’m on a train ride to London from Edinburgh so it’s about five hours. I plan on getting a crap done this ride so you might be seeing multiple updates!

Enjoy!

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Governments should always be in fear of who they govern over..those who are being governed should never be living in fear of who they are ruled over. Yet we live in a world where those in power abuse it badly so they can live the lavish life of the vices, greed, lust, and even the gluttony of having everything at their feet. Those who suffer under those sadly are living in a society in fear, hate, and uncertainty of whether they’ll be okay by the end of the day.

That’s where I come in.

You have to start somewhere small in order to cause a chain reaction. That lovely snowball effect. I start small by cutting off the suppliers resources, such as their plants, dirty shacks, and even the old warehouses. Once the resources are extinguished, I then move up to those in high up positions in order to really cause the rolling to begin.

Yet I was given an opportunity to do a little more good with a lot less strings attached. Who doesn’t love a little more freedom. But what I was offered was complete freedom and who wouldn’t want complete freedom.

You ever played the Assassins Creed games? I like to consider myself a walking version of that except no magical abilities, no special creed, or even a long line of ancestors that are meant to look similar and only the first three or four games nailed the similarities. Not the point. For those of you who’ve never heard of those games, imagine someone who's able to scale an entire flat building, stand on top of a metal cross, and even have some really cool equipment to help get the job done. We’ll be getting to those a little later.

My name is eight. The Assassin.

What’s the difference between a Hitman and Assassin you ask? One gets paid to do any form of killing for money, the other one does it for either political or religious reasons in this world of ours. But you both kill people? True. Never declared myself a saint anyhow in this world so shush! Story time!

I pulled up to one of the abandoned planes to turn off my 4runner and climb out. Love the whole abandoned airfield look for the hideout. Really gives that fast and furious sort of vibe. How many movies are in the series anyhow?

A ram truck came pulling up next to my 4runner as I began grabbing all my junk to hopefully store somewhere that was a little more secure than my new apartment here in California. Keeping a bunch of ropes, weapons, and my vast amount of foreign fruit would get me busted and I certainly love my Nectarine!

“Glad to know I wasn’t the only one brought into this little adventure.” He appeared in front of me as I swung my duffle bag right on my shoulder. I closed the door as I turned to see him all dressed in american/military gear. An American soldier? Real power move.

“Glad to see we got ourselves a soldier. Eight.” I held my hand out to him as he shook it.

“Seven. At Least according to that dude.” He pointed as one came out of a tiny airplane and smiled.

“Weird to see you not looking like a GAP model.” He showed up at my apartment in Israel looking like he walked out of Sunday church for some god knows reason. At first I thought he was apart of Jehovah's witness but as you can see we’re about to kill some mother fuckers.

“Ah really funny. Come meet the rest of us oh so lovely fellow campers.” We walked into the base as a women with blonde hair was reading a map while another woman was reading what looked like some sort of medical book.

“Ladies this is seven and eight our newest batch of newbies. The one reading the map is two and in the cap is five. Not sure where the other two are but I imagine they’ll be showing up sometime soon.” I gave them a small wave as I put my bag on the ground next to the large table.

“Look who finally showed up. Four this is seven and eight our eyes from the sky.” He tossed his hoodie down on the table as he gave us a small smile. The last member came into the room which is what I’m assuming was three.

“There’s this trick that we all do to get through our day. We take a box and into that box, we place all the horrors of the world, all the wrongs humans do to one another. And then we close the box and pretend it doesn’t exist. Only some of us spend too much time inside the box. We’ve lost our ability to pretend. We know there’s too much unfinished business in this messed up world. Our job as ghosts is to do the dirty work the living can’t or won’t. And we do it from here. This is our haunted house. It’s a lot like the Batcave, except it’s nothing like the Batcave. Seven, eight. You’re dead. You’re gonna be restricted to cities that you’ve never visited before. People that you’ve never met. All of course your fellow ghost, none of whom you’ll know by name, only number, for safety, and so no one gets too close.” I mean. All we need is a butler, some random child to say “geez guys” and I think we would be set.

“So basically what we’re doing is a sense of a justice league but with no moral codes?” Asking as One nodded.

“Yes. Except Wonder Women uses guns and Batman is okay with killing people.” I..okay that works.

“Each one of us has our own little gifts we bring to the table and now that we’ve required you two, we now officially have a set team.”

“We’re like the A-Team but on steroids except Mr. T is this guy.” The Spainard commented as everyone just stared him down.

“In your vast dreams.” One commented.

“Will we be required to wear matching rings?” Asking which made I believe his name is four chuckle a little.

“Funny. Alright c’mon I wanna show you two something.” We all followed him into another room where a wall covered with nine pieces of paper with a single roman numerals on each one.

“This is our target hitboard. These nine fuckers have been placing too much shit inside the box. So now they answer to us. Target number one: this prick. The Dictator of Turgistan Roach Alimov.” I walked over to his photo and began studying the guy. Radiates small dick energy already from all the work I’ve done over there, kind of like Kim Jong-Un except he doesn’t flaunt his money.

“God I’m really craving french fries. Can we finish this over at Luckies?” I believe he’s three asked the group as I began walking past the other eight pieces of paper as I lightly saw their faces. Efrain Gracian. He runs the largest drug cartel in Mexico and has been killing a shit ton of innocent people in their villages. Oh my god they put Kim Jon-Un on their target list hell yeah.

“So we plan on just killing all these pricks because they keep shitting on their countries and the rest of the world?” Leaning against the wall facing them as one nodded.

“I say we finish this thing at Luckies. I’m really feeling a shitty beer to set the mood of introductions.” One began walking out of the fort as everyone else followed except for me as I looked at the wall again. Figured there would be less on the board in all honesty.

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I slipped into the booth with myself facing the middle of the window and the inside of the restaurant, seven sitting to my left while four was on my right. To think that I’m now officially dead and I cut all my ties off when I left home so no funeral. Bet they thought I was already dead anyhow so this works nicely.

“So what do you bring to the table?” I was asked as I tossed my car keys on the table.

“The soundless steps of a killer is what I bring to the table. You guys make a shit ton of noise if I think I know who you are. I’m assuming you guys we’re the one destroying Florence?” His eyes widened a little which makes my assumption correct cause these fuckers really had fun in Florence.

“Florence was an absolute disaster.” He stopped talking as the waiter came to the group.

“A round of Heineken for everyone. Then whatever else they want.” I ordered as everyone smiled a little as they began ordering their preferred drinks.

“Figured you’d be a good match since you graciously just bought us all drinks. So if you’re a soundless killer, who have you eliminated?” You can thank the new democracy in South Sudan, and ending an entire sex trafficking operation in Chad. Both we’re super difficult to achieve but damn I did an awesome job. Both were run by major cunts obviously and took months of planning to even get close to them.

“Who do you think got rid of the cunt from South Sudan?” Seven looked over at me then leaned across the table.

“You killed Zafir Bahri?” Seven asked as I nodded.

“Yup. Yet it was one of my most difficult assassinations since I had to make a break for it in the countryside. Kind of stuck out like a sore thumb till I made it to a reservation station.” The waitress came with the first round of beers. Four took a big gulp of his beer then sighed.

“Alright if we’re going to show off what our past selves have done. I got the chance to steal a 5.0 carat ruby necklace that had two smaller diamonds that were about 4.2 carats that was about 100,000 dollars worth.” Yet he’s sitting here in an American restaurant drinking some shitty beer and eating high heart attack food? Sounds about right.

“And here you are in America drinking Heineken and about to eat a very greasy double cheeseburger. Cheers” I grabbed my bottle as he did for us to clink our bottles together. Four seems super chill actually and now I’m kind of curious how he pulled off that heist.

“So. What’s the absolute best thing about being dead? I mean you don’t have to pay taxes anymore.” Seven asked the entire group as they all had an inner conversation with themselves about the best part of being deceased.

“No more dmv lines, no more shopping for Christmas.” Christmas has always been stressful for my old life and I didn’t even celebrate it!

“Or backstabbing girlfriends.” Raising my eyebrow at four. Damn someone broke his little heart. I’d play the worlds saddest song on the tiniest violin but not sure if he would get the reference.

“They should make an “Out of office” reply for dead people. Sorry I’m away from the planet right now. I’m fucking dead.” That’s a bit much but if it makes her feel better about being dead then let her do her own thing.

“No more tax, no more criminal records, no more getting arrested by the pigs just for being naked and or just the usual stuff. You know, being naked, getting drunk. Casual stuff.” How is being naked casual? Since when is being naked considered casual in any standard?

“Umm. How is being naked any form of being casual?” He took a drink of his beer as he licked his lips.

“Ya know. Just walking around naked on your balcony or even on your front porch. It’s a casual thing.” I..I still don’t see that as a casual thing. Around the house yes because oversized t-shirt and underwear is always a comfy.

“Is that like when Jersey people say it’s a jersey thing?” Before he could answer One chuckled a little.

“Guys. You’re all wrong. The best thing about being dead is the freedom. I mean, we’re all gonna die. May as well do it while we’re alive, right? When you’re young, you lock yourself into all of these bad decisions. Marriages, mortgages, and all that kind of stuff. But you die. It’s all escaped. Poof! Gone! From that point forward, all that matters is what you choose. The point is that we should bring seven and eight behind the curtain. You wanna hand me those over there?” Three handed him a bunch of plastic cups as leaned a little more forward on the table. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see him quickly glancing away back at the demonstration. Guess he’s kind of cute, not exactly sure how getting involved with people on the team is viewed. Rather avoid the whole situation.

“Alright here. A little deminsation, no technology. So this is how to stage a coup in three not so easy steps. Alright you got a country, Turgistan right? These are the people, nice people, going about, doing their thing. Then you got the four generals, cuatro cunts, very bad guys. But there’s one worse guy. That’s the piece of shit dictator, right there at the top.” Sounds about right. That was basically the entire set up in South Sudan.

“Don’t forget his brother.” Brother? Oh yeah, the guy has a brother that basically has been isolated or off the face of the earth at this point. Gotta love it when Governments hide those wanting a better world, or hiding sick pedophiles when they fake suicides so they don’t go to prison or end up being executed.

“Democracy loving brother.” So we’ve got a shitty dictator and a loving democratic. Of freakin’ course!

“He’s the key. So we’re gonna hit the four generals. They’re gonna lead us to the brother.”

“You kill top Generals, you fuck the dictators day.” Three shoved a few French fries in his mouth.

“Can confirm.” I took a big gulp of my beer as I leaned back against the booth.

“Second thing we're gonna do is free the brother. And the last thing we’re gonna do is we’re gonna say goodbye to piece of shit dictator and hello to democracy loving brother.”

“It all goes down in four months, El Dia de los Muertos, The Day of the Dead.” Kinky.

“Oh that’s it?” Seven and I looked at each other for the both of us to nod in approval of the plan.

“Um well that’s pretty simple ya know. The cups.” I took a drink of my beer as I began mentally seeing the whole plan in my head.

“Wonderful presentation.” We’re gonna die aren’t we?

“So we’re all gonna die?” At this point I say that’s a hard yes.

“Not me.” What confidence she has because there’s something about her that just kind of scares the shit out of me. Must be something federal in her former life.

“She’s not, we all are. Painfully.” Peachy. Real fucking peachy. But hey I’m already technically dead so this works out perfectly in the end. Just when my body shows up at someones house or is found floating on the coast, going to be quite a headache trying to figure out since I’m already dead.

Maybe I should be more optimistic with this new life. Could be worse. I could be stuck in a work camp in Siberia. Maybe we just see where this goes and if it doesn’t end well I just disappear into the unknown. Sounds like an absolute plan!

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Better Without Me (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Reader and Jason meet again after they broke up for 2 months and you saw Jason with his other ex Isabel

Tagged request: @carolinawindsay, @jason-todd-squad

Warnings: slight angst, curse words

Word count: 2816

There's gonna be Roy Harper x Platonic!Reader

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(Y/N) didn’t know why she agreed to this. At first, it felt like she owed Roy for saving her life in the last mission they had together but now she’s starting to feel unsure the moment she saw him again.

Just ten hours ago (Y/N) thought that a sudden call from her old friend was a harmless thing. She knew Roy ever since he became Speedy, the famous sidekick to Green Arrow. Roy met a little orphan girl and decided to bring her with him and ever since then the young archer introduced (Y/N) to Black Canary, she took (Y/N) under her wing.

Being friends with Roy had its ups and downs, what she’s most certain of is that she knew meeting Jason Todd was the best thing that ever happened in her life. Even in a situation such as this.

“(Y/N), please. I need you to be my backup in case things turned out bad.” Roy pleaded for the fifth time.

The (H/C) haired girl rolled her eyes, “what am I even doing here Roy? You can’t just expect me to go blind on whatever it is we’re diving into.”

“All you need to know is that an unknown shady group of bad guys is plotting against the Titans. And before you say anything, yes, normally I wouldn’t care about anything involving Dick and his team.” Roy explained, “but they took something from me and I need to get it back.”

The look in Roy’s eyes became dark, (Y/N) saw no trace of the playful persona her friend used to have. In every mission, they’ve ever done she knew Roy would always brighten up every mood. But this, from his look alone she knew this was serious.

“Alright.” (Y/N) said, “where are we going?”

That night they meet up at a nearby bar and took an hour drive to the outskirts of Central City. (Y/N) didn’t know where they were or what the place is called, but she was dressed in a proper (F/C) knee-length dress and Roy in a black tux. The two of them walk past a line where they are faced with the security guard looking down on them.

Roy pulled out an invitation from his jacket, and the security guard gestured them to go inside. “Much obliged, my good man.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, and the security guard did too.

The grand door opened for them and music blasted into the air and colorful lights flashed around the room. Roy gently leads (Y/N) to a more quieter bar and ordered drinks for the two of them.

“So what’s the plan here?” (Y/N) leaned over to the bar “Henry Loski. He’s the owner of this place and I wanna bet a guy like him wouldn’t shy away from a deal that involves with human trafficking.” Roy gestured to a V.I.P area were a group of men lounging around with cigars on one hand and a bunch of whores on the other. One, in particular, he’s referring to is an old man wearing a navy blue suit.

“Alright, I’m going in. Get that guy to warm up to me, and you, my dearest (Y/N)” Roy held both of her hands in a gentleman like gesture “are gonna stay here and look beautiful, these guys will listen to anything if they know I’m dominant with the ladies.”

“Pigs.” (Y/N) muttered under her breath.

When Roy left to go to the V.I.P area (Y/N) sat on the stool just as a waiter came to bring in her martini. Taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage she examines the place surrounding her.

This place was mostly filled with rich teenagers getting wasted and living the fullest. Not exactly her kind of place to go to forget all of her problems but it's still a decent place to go when staying away from people you know.

(Y/N) wanted this night to be over as quickly as possible, but fate doesn't seem to agree tonight. Across the room, she spotted a familiar dark-haired man talking to a woman. She knew him, she could never forget those beautiful blue eyes and the way his face turned soft with just a smirk.

She never would have thought that she'd see Jason Todd again after that night they parted ways.

The more (Y/N) stared at him the more she starts to remember the way her heart aches on that fated day. Two months with no contact from one another and yet she still yearns for him. She can still feel the power he has against her by just a few feet away. It still isn't clear to her on the reason why Jason wanted to break up. Something about protecting her well being or that someone dangerous is after him and the people he cares about.

A load of bullshit, she thought. Jason knows that (Y/N) is strong enough to fight any lunatic criminal this world has to offer. She knew he was stubborn enough to not tell her the reason anyway. No matter how much she tried, Jason wouldn't budge so the only thing she knew how to do was to give Jason what he wanted.

She loved Jason. Still, do. Both of them knew what it felt like to survive all alone when they don't have anyone to turn to they lean on each other. From there, everything fell naturally into place. They're both broken but maybe that's one of the reasons why (Y/N) loved him so much.

(Y/N)'s train of thoughts suddenly stopped when Roy came back "sorry it took me so long, got all the info I need. Now let's head over to the warehouse it shouldn't be too far from— (Y/N)? You okay?"

Her (E/C) orbs narrowed while gently tugging on to Roy's sleeves as if trying to grab for support. "Did you know he was going to be here?" She mumbled.

"Who?"

(Y/N) quickly darted her eyes to where Jason was before retreating back down. Thankfully Roy caught on to who she was gesturing to and his expression mirrored her the moment he saw his best friend.

"(Y/N), I swear to you I didn't know he was going to be here." When the girl didn't reply Roy grab hold of her trembling hand and place his other hand against her back, ushering her to another location. "Come on, let's go someplace quiet."

She followed along to where Roy was about to lead her, she didn't know how she had the courage to look back but when she did, she felt a burning ache in her heart when she set her eyes on Jason, kissing that other woman.

An overwhelming rush of emotions washed over her mind and her legs felt like it would go out any second so her grip became tighter around the archer as if her life depended on it. Roy caught a glimpse of the lip-locking scene over his shoulder, but he couldn't think about that now. He needed to take (Y/N) somewhere private without unwanted eyes.

When the two made it out to an outdoor patio Roy lead the girl to the railing for her to lean on, he purposely stood behind her blocking the door so that (Y/N) wouldn't be able to see the painful truth.

"So he moved on, huh?" She muttered to herself. A pitiful laugh escaped (Y/N)'s lips.

She loved him. She really did and seeing him tonight having fun with someone else made her wonder where she has done wrong. "Why am I like this, Roy?" She said. The redhead stayed silent trying to sync in her sorrowful state.

"I still don't know why he thought leaving me was for the best, maybe if he'd just fucking explain the whole situation we could have work things out together!" With each word (Y/N) spit out her voice grew louder. And once she stopped she realized that she needed to keep her emotions in check, she didn't realize that whenever she did that her arms wrapped itself around her body. "And that woman." She let out barely a whisper.

"Just the thought of him moving on so easily— it hurts." At this point (Y/N) was fighting against her will to push down her tears. She didn't want to look weak, not in front of Roy, not in a place like this.

"I'm surprised to see him with her, too" Roy muttered.

"Blonde... Blue eyed... She must be Isabel then" (Y/N) thought out loud.

"You knew her?" Roy asked, slightly taken back. (Y/N) shook her head. "He only mentioned her once, and he never talked about her either. You'd think Jason would have a long track record of romance with people other than me and her?"

Roy shrugged, but also nod in agreement “yeah good point”.

It didn’t occur to (Y/N) how cold the night was until she felt the soft wind blew across her cheek and naked shoulders. Roy noticed the slight shiver his friend made and took off his jacket. Proceeding to wrap it around (Y/N).

(Y/N) wasn’t about to protest, she’s grateful to have Roy with her. “I gotta be honest, (Y/N),” Roy said. “Jaybird is a lot of things, but being a blind idiot isn’t one of them.” The archer leaned his back against the railing and cross his arms. “I couldn’t tell you the reason why he chose to do the things he did. But what I could tell you is that I’ve known Jason my entire life and he has never and I mean ever love anyone as much as he loves you.”

For the first time tonight, the (H/C) haired girl smiled. Genuinely at Roy, she couldn’t ask for a better friend to comfort her. Though the smile slowly faded as she starts to realize she's supposed to be helping Roy with his mission. She felt a small amount of guilt for taking his time and being heartbroken all over again.

“That’s sweet of you to say, Roy. And I'm sorry for thinking like this, you're mission is more important and I should be the one to help you."

"Nah, don't worry about it. Jaybird would kill me if he knew I'd disregard your feelings like this." (Y/N) chuckled lightly "I don't mean to be ungrateful for your comfort speech Roy, but it's still hard for me to believe he would still feel that way about me.”

“Would you believe it if I admit how I feel about you, Doll?”

The two young adults jump at the sudden voice and they turn to the new presence behind them. (Y/N) felt her blood run cold as Jason stared at her in the eyes.

"Still helping out the Titans?" Jason asked.

"They couldn't help it" Roy lightly jokes. "What about you? Still searching?"

Jason opened his mouth but halted his words. He glances over (Y/N) and spoke softly "I'm getting there."

(Y/N) felt her palms began to sweat as she fiddles with the sleeves of Roy's jacket. "Roy, would you mind accompanying my friend for a while? I think she wants to see you." The red archer flashed a confused look for a moment until he saw the way his friend stares longingly at the woman before him.

"Oh, right. I was about to do that." Roy pointed to Isabel with finger guns before awkwardly walk back inside. He wasn't sure if leaving (Y/N) alone with Jason was a good idea, but he does know that this is the closure she needed.

Once Roy was out of sight Jason cautiously took a step forward, (Y/N) pressed her back closer to the railing and pulled the jacket covering her body further.

"You look… Good, (Y/N)."

She didn't answer him, only glance down to his shoes. He knows that seeing him again only cause more pain in her heart, though Jason knew for a fact that she was still able to captivate him with her beauty.

"Listen, I know this is the last thing you wanted to hear but— I'm sorry, (Y/N). I truly am."

"No." (Y/N) said, "you don't get to tell me you're sorry until you tell me why you left that night."

"(Y/N)… Please, we already talked about this—"

"I talked. You walked away. Why are you even out here Jason? You're wasting both of our time if all you do is lie straight to my face again." (Y/N) didn't mean to sound so harsh, but maybe seeing the sorrow shown in Jason's eyes is what she needed in order to leave all this behind.

Now he was at lost for words. "I always thought that I knew you better than anyone else" (Y/N) said. "I tried to understand Jay, to figure out a way to help you but all you did was pushed me away saying it's for my own good. You don't get to make that decision for me! You took away my choice to stand by you like we promised!"

(Y/N) blinked letting her tears roll down her cheeks. Her vision starts to blur at the sight of the man she loved.

It took everything in Jason to restrain himself. He mentally fought the urge to wipe away those tears. To pull her in his arms and to erase all the mistakes he has made. To shower her with kisses and endless whispers of ‘I love you’s. Oh, god. He wanted her to know how badly he needed her. She was— is still the love of his life, his light, and yet, he's too much of a coward to say it.

"You're right," Jason said. "I wasn't fair to you, I acted on my own and I should've let you in. I didn't tell you why I had to go because I was terrified. Fuck- if anything were to happen to you I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Is that what you also say to Isabel tonight?” (Y/N) spoke bitterly. Jason’s eyes slightly widen taken back by your words “I tried to let you go, but all I could think about is you. Isabel only tried to help me but seeing you here tonight just— God, you make me fall over my knees, you know that?”

A sudden cold touch sent a violent shiver down (Y/N)’s spine as Jason’s hand cup her cheeks. Wiping away the wet trails of tears with his thumb. She didn’t realize how close their bodies are pressed against each other.

“You always know how to light up my day in the darkest hours. Every time I come home you greet me with your beautiful smile, it makes every battle worth it knowing I’ll be rewarded with the love in your eyes.” Jason hovered his lips above (Y/N)’s, ghosting with his warm breath. “I always thought that... I don’t deserve your love...” Jason slowly closed his eyes and leaned forward. He wanted so badly to feel her soft lips again, but he was stopped when her index finger met his lips and lightly pushed him back.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t prepared to face (Y/N)’s answer.

“You’re right. You don’t deserve my love.”

Jason pulled back lightly. His heart pounds wildly in his chest after hearing her words. “I gave you my everything Jason. You ask me to go and I left without a fight because I trust that you’ll one day tell me why you chose to go through this alone when you’ve had me to support you no matter what. You don’t trust me enough to share me your burdens and I can’t be pushed to the sidelines expecting to welcome you back when all you did was kept me in the dark.”

The world became silent and with every second Jason could feel his heart being pierced through with a knife. Jason felt his throat began to dry as he tries to swallow the lump in his throat, he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“If being together only forced you to push me away... Then I guess it’s better for both of us if we stay out of each other’s lives for good.”

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) removed Jason’s hands from her cheeks. Gripping onto him tightly for one last time, as a sign of reassurance. She looked into Jason’s eyes only to find nothing but a hollow mirror that reflects her own.

She signed deeply before walking back inside, stopping near the door, she turned back to him only to see that Jason didn’t move a muscle.

“I love you, Jason, but if you keep doing this to me then you are better off without me.”

The sound of (Y/N)’s clicking heels slowly faded, and when Jason couldn’t hear her steps anymore he felt a heavyweight in his body. Realization crashed down to him like a boulder, suffocating him from the thought.

He waited too long, and now he paid the price by losing his love for good.

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writing angst is so hard and that story was bad. I’m not making part two though and I never said this was going to be a happy ending.

hope you enjoyed it though!

#jason todd x reader #red hood #dc #x reader #red hood x reader #red hood imagi #batfans #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n

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choicesatnight · 5 years

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Aperitif

Title: Aperitif

Pairing: MC (Vivian) x James

Rating: NSFW.

Word count: 1,715

My disclaimer: This character is owned by PB, I just enjoy some elaboration. My stories are all SEX. There is usually enough “before “to lead up to sex, and rarely much “after.” If you’re not interested in reading about sex, these are the wrong stories for ya. I really love James Ashton and I love Choices fanfics, especially nasty ass stuff but there isn’t much featuring my original bae, James Ashton from The Freshman series.

So, I decided to put my amateur ass talent to work and write with James being the *star of the story*

A/N: use of Daddy

More of a tech geek than he lets on, James becomes ecstatic when Vivian shows interest in dining at the new restaurant in town. Sitting in the passenger seat, she looks at James who is driving, staring at the road wearing a Cheshire-cat grin.

"Somebody's excited for lunch."

"They use iPads to order. iPads! You don't even need to talk to anyone. iPad!"

He continues looking at the road, but he's smiling so hard that she can see the smile in his eyes as well.

"No need to talk to anyone, huh? You do remember that we have a conversation to have?"

"Of course, I remember. I'm assuming we'll have it at lunch."

"My boyfriend is so smart." He smiles knowing she's sarcastic, regardless it feels good to be acknowledged for something you take so much pride in, and he's certainly proud of being so smart.

Once inside the restaurant, the couple is seated immediately.

"Have you been here before?"

James reaches for the iPad to look through the menu, feeling extremely confident he holds his neck high as he answers, "No, but we use these iPads for everything, right?"

"Absolutely. Well if you don't mind me saying, you seem pretty tech savvy. Would you like me to show you how to use the iPad?"

"We've got it. Thanks, though." Vivian flashes the waiter a smile as James pulls the iPad to center.

"Okay. But do you want me to show you?"

"It's okay honey, I can figure it out, I'm sure." He pushes the iPad toward her, "Ladies first." And she proceeds to order.

"Okay, sweetheart – listen" she pushes the iPad his way

"Okay, all these different endearing nicknames has me concerned." He doesn't go straight to order; he peruses every section of the menu even when he knows what he wants.

"Why, baby? Everything is fine. I'm just ready to talk, lover."

"You have only ever called me babe. Maybe baby, love and ya know…" he shifts his eyes to look at her while his face remains pointed at the iPad "Daddy…"

Her face doesn't match her body language. Her eyes soften as she smiles at his realization while she sits with a slight but noticeable slouch, hunched over like an optimist who has met defeat and is trying their hardest to remain optimistic. And finally, James has sent in their order. Within minutes a waiter brings a strawberry lemonade and water.

"Great. Drinks. Okay, babe, listen."

"Listening…" anxious what she may say, he decides its best to look her in the eye to reassure her. He's definitely listening.

"We stay at home too much."

Relieved and shocked all at once, he wonders why did he get so nervous and why is she saying this.

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"We're a couple of loners."

"No, we're not. We have a plethora of things to do at home and outstanding company. It's the best place to be. That's not being a loner. It's living." Before Vivian can respond, the waiter places a Lobster Mac and a Shrimp mac on the table.

"Thank you." Vivian smiles as the waiter leaves their table, taking a bag of Old Bay seasoning out of her purse to add to her mac.

"Babe, do you need some? You've got shrimp."

"I'm okay, thanks."

"Okay. So. Back to our conversation. You're incredible, you make it sound so perfect. But hun, you gotta face it. We're homebodies."

"Maybe. But what's the problem?"

"That we've become anti-social. James, I can live happily in my life with only you. But we do have friends – remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"But hey, let's not think about them right now. Let's just get out of the house a little more. Just us."

"Okay, Viv. I'm all in. Let's get out more and start genuinely seeing our friends."

"James, you're the best" she reaches to caress his hand when she notices he's busy at work on his phone.

"Are you playing a game or something? You don't usually do that at the table with me…" he can sense her anger.

"A game? No Viv, of course not" he slides his phone over to her "Look." After looking at the screen, her eyes go wide, "Baby!" she thought she could contain her excitement, but she jumps out of her seat, rushing to hold him.

"We're going to St. Marten!? You spoil me, Ashton!" she kisses him all over his face. "This is so awesome. Let's go" grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the exit.

"Slow down Viv, I gotta pay before we go. Don't you want a lemonade to go?" he laughs while admiring the joy he's bought the love of his life.

Sitting back down in her seat while laughing at herself, "Yup. I do," she presses the iPad to call the waiter and get her drink to go. James pays on the iPad, impressed at technology.

"Okay Vivian, now we can go," he smiles and reaches for her hand to hold as they walk to the car. Vivian can hardly wait until James pulls out of the parking lot before she finds her hand caressing the lower part of his stomach, sneakily undoing his pants

"What are you doing, love?" he knows exactly what she's doing.

"Do you know how happy you make me...Daddy?" her hand is beneath his boxer briefs fondling his member, feeling it become stiffer at her touches.

"Do you know how happy you make me, - O, Oh shit, baby..." the pleasure of feeling his dick in her mouth dominates. He's forgotten his train of thought. "Fuck, Viv. I can't even drive." Luckily there's a large empty parking lot that he pulls into, reclining his seat all the way back and immersing himself in Vivian's joy.

Their usual jazz mp3's are not playing from the last time James drove alone and felt more adventurous with his music choice. "Hey, Daddy (Daddy’s Home) by Usher plays in the background as she fills her mouth, humming the melody to the chorus until he's in her throat.s

Lying back with his hand on his forehead, "Baby I need to fuck you. Sit on my dick." The vibration of her vocal cords while she sucks his dick is marvelous, making him question why he doesn't have this playing every time she sucks his dick. When coming back up for air, her tongue glides lengthwise up his shaft until he's no longer in her mouth. She licks the circumference of the head of his dick before pulling her face away.

"I need that pussy." He thrust upward, humping the air. She kisses the tip of his dick again before she takes position to sit on top of it. They both sigh in relief at how good it feels for his dick to enter her pussy. He immediately starts thrusting.

"Oh, yes, Daddy. Fuck this pussy; you feel so good," she lies on his chest and grinds. Feeling her shirt against his is an awful reminder that they're still in clothes, though feeling the heat of her sex on his is indulgent enough to ignore the presence of clothes.

"Is Daddy's dick good to you?"

"James…," she whispers breathlessly, amazed at how a shift in movement could lead to such a fantastic feeling. She wants to tell him "Don't Stop" but…. she's controlling the flow.

The songs change in his playlist as they change positions.

"Wait, baby," he tells her and reclines the seat back up, causing her to straddle him.

"Daddy...feel you deeper in me this way...Yes,yess" bouncing with every breath.

"I wanna lay you on the hood of this fuckin car and wreck that pussy."

"Yeah keep talkin like that Daddy "

She starts grinding back and forth, feeling his dick hit her clit each time she makes a full movement.

"I want you in the back seat spread eagle while I devour that delicious pussy."

She cries out, "please, please don't stop Daddy."

"I wanna bend you over the trunk and murder that pussy from the back."

"SHIT. Daddy YES," she captures his mouth in a kiss full of desire, both of them knowing that this car sex is only an appetizer. He holds on to her waist, gently thrusting into her as continues to grind on him.

"Daddy...Daddy I'm gonna..." she stops grinding, but he doesn't stop thrusting. Kissing her body down until he reaches her breasts. He pushes up her shirt and bra to focus on licking her nipple.

"FUCK" he reaches to grab her hair, and she knows he's finished. Leaving no idle time, he wraps his arms around her waist and hers are around his neck; they share a kiss that seems endlessly fueled with hunger. Neither of them has had enough of the other. Vivian grinds a little as they kiss. Movements large enough to feel so, so good but small enough not to irritate anyone's sensitivity. After a while, James finally pulls away from the kiss. "Baby," he starts kissing her neck, "We gotta..." he puts her tit in his mouth, letting his eyes roll back at the feel or her nipple in his mouth. "Mmm baby, we gotta get home" he sucks on her other nipple, "So I can really fuck you." He meets her lips for another desirous kiss.

Maneuvering back into her seat and repositioning her clothes correctly, she pushes her hair behind her ear and smiles as he zips his pants.

"Let's talk about why you have Warren G, Nate Dogg and Snoop Dogg playing in the car. I've never heard you play stuff like this."

"Let's talk about how you know exactly who's in 213."

"Nope. I'm asking the questions here, James. Let's talk about how YOU know who's in 213."

"I listen to everything."

"Every time I'm in the car, you're playing jazz."

"That's because you like jazz."

"I like everything" she reaches for my mp3 player to search his playlists, he looks at her and smiles,

"Did we just learn something new about one another?"

"I think we did, babe." He sets his hand atop of hers, caressing it in his grasp,

"I love that."

When she looks up at him, his eyes already back on the road. Still, she says, "I love you!" to which he unsurprisingly responds,

"I love you too!" and they continue their conversation as though they didn't just stop to have sex…

#Daddy #NS*W #JamesAshton #TheFreshman #Choices #Freakyfics

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cookinguptales · 6 years

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Now that I’m home and I’ve had a couple days to recuperate, I can tell you about my trip! I won’t say much about the business side of things bc I don’t like to talk about my professional life much on social media (it’s just not a good thing to do) but the things I went to do turned out well! Better than expected, honestly. So that was a relief.

So then I had some time to myself, so I hit up them Broadway lotteries and tkts REAL HARD with all of the extra luck that you get when you’re seeing shows alone. I ended up having kind of weird mixed luck because I got to see ~three shows~ but 2/3 of them had major actors out sick and the replacements uh. Did not fill me with joy. So I’ll talk about the three shows I saw in a later post, but with the caveat that I might’ve liked them more if I’d gotten the usual actor.

I had uh. I had a tough time with my disability, honestly speaking. Traveling around NYC is always kind of rough if you’re disabled (try getting a taxi to stop for a wheelchair!) but it was worse than usual this time because I have just been in so much pain for about two weeks now because of one of my medications. (And yes, I’m talking to my doctor about it.) But it was also just people being dicks, y’know? Like the guy at check-in asking me if I really need an accessible room. Or the room I was given having a broken accessible door that they never actually fixed. (For those unfamiliar with them, mechanized accessible doors are EVEN HARDER TO OPEN THAN NORMAL DOORS WHEN THEY’RE BROKEN.)

Also just like. The guy at one of the theaters remarking that I should feel lucky that the theater had installed a rickety stair lift for PWD — and how mad he got when I was like “uh, less luck and more the law.” The able-bodied man who I heard say he wanted to use the disabled toilet at the theater bc he didn’t want to go to the front, and who watched me go in ahead of him with my cane, and then proceeded to keep banging on the door to get me to hurry up. The guy at a restaurant I stopped at who saw the hostess set aside a place for me to sit while I waited for a table — then stole the seat when I got up to ask her a question, and looked me in the eyes and didn’t move when I came back to the seat. Or all the many, many, many people who kicked my cane out from under me in crowds.

My faith in humanity was renewed a little bit with one woman: after the asshole took my seat at the restaurant, I was forced to just stand there in the crowded waiting room with people kicking my cane again and I finally lost my temper like “PLEASE STOP KICKING MY CANE” and this lady apologized, which comforted me a little bit. Like I honestly don’t believe she meant to, I was just in a lot of pain and it was one more thing, y’know? But then after I was done eating my meal, my waiter informed me that the lady who’d apologized had paid for my meal, which was incredibly kind of her. I told her she didn’t have to, that it wasn’t a big deal, but she did it anyway and that was super nice. It kind of reminded me of those buses in Japan, though… Like it was always some nice old lady who insisted I should take her seat, not any of the able-bodied young people around us. It kind of sucks that the one person who did something to apologize for hurting me was the one person who’d only done it by accident.

But then like. A few hours later as I got off the train, everyone ran past me (I walk slowly because I am a cane-user) to the cab line and then just like. Refused to look at me as I slowly hobbled past them all to the end of the line. And they continued to look away as I was like bowed over my cane in pain after a half hour of standing with my overnight bag. And I ended up sobbing because I was in so much pain once I got in the cab, which was humiliating, and the whole thing just felt so selfish and cruel?? Like I know we’re all tired, but forcing someone who’s clearly in pain to stand longer than anyone else??? That’s just so shitty to do???

Like. I have been disabled for most of my life. I well know the difference between things that are mandated by law and things that are just kind to do. And I feel a sort of righteous indignation when my rights are impinged upon, but I just feel kind of. Sad and mad and hollow when people are cruel. I know they have no legal obligation to not be dicks but like. That doesn’t mean they have to be dicks, y’know?

Anyway, that’s why I needed so long to recover after the trip. It was very useful business-wise and I had fun going to three different shows (post on that to come) but like. Boy, was I in pain. I was in so much pain. Fuck. After I got back, I had like a day and a half of muscle relaxers and pain killers and that’s about it. lmao. When I called my employer to report back on the business side of things, I was like lying in the dark in my room on a heating pad. haha.

But I mean. That’s just kind of what it’s like traveling while disabled. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#just me #cw:#ableism #disability #I love to see other places but the actual traveling part is a bear #I've had so many bad experiences on trains and airlines #broken wheelchairs... cabs that refuse to take me BECAUSE of my wheelchair...#people refusing to believe I'm really disabled...#hotel staff asking creepy and invasive questions #and just like. the pain and exhaustion that comes with traveling #it's just hard man

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thatbluegibson · 6 years

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CH 14

“I don’t know, man,” Taylor shook his head and leaned onto the table in front of him. “I was cool with it before you starting talking about, like, hanging out with her and shit. Pretty sure that’s how Yoko rolled onto the scene, you know? Then before you know it she’s at every gig, every recording session and has… opinions.”

Dave eyed him over the rim of his glass, taking a long drink of beer. “You’re the one that ran through Silva’s party screaming like you were on fire because I was missing her little jam session,” Dave reminded him.

“Yeah, she’s a fucking kickass drummer, but that’s what I mean about opinions. You really want her at the board with James, telling him what would ‘sound best’?” Taylor threw up some finger quotes and slumped back in his chair.

Dave made a face, “That doesn’t seem like something she would do.”

“Okay, besides that, she seems nice enough, but the whole Depp thing throws me,” Taylor added, picking at the label on his bottle.

Dave set his glass on the table while considering Taylor’s words. “I’m inviting her Thursday night,” he said.

Taylor visibly cringed, “Never bring a fucking party chick to a gig, dude! You know that!”

“I didn’t fuck her, Hawkins!” Dave insisted, but Taylor only shook his head.

“But you’re trying to! It’s gonna get messy, man. I can feel it. I’m a neutral party and I can feel it,” Taylor moaned.

Taylor’s wife appeared on the patio with a bowl of chips and salsa and set it between Dave and Taylor.

“Tell him he’s thinking with his dick, Ally,” Taylor coaxed his wife.

Ally looked between the two. “Who are we talking about?” she asked.

“Liz Colbert,” Dave said quietly, still glaring at Taylor.

“Oh, I hear she’s really nice!” Ally said excitedly. “The girls would just die if they met her. Work on that, will ya, Dave?” she called over her shoulder as she headed back into the house.

“Thanks, sweetie!” Taylor yelled sarcastically. “Always a big help.” He stared at Dave for a long moment. “I’m just saying, man. You’ve known her for less than 24 hours. Give it at least a couple days, ideally a month,” he said softly.

Dave finally looked up at Taylor. “Yeah.”

Liz poked at the tiny chunk of fish on her plate and quietly sighed. She could barely see what she was eating due to the restaurant’s insistence on only using candle light for ambiance. Feeling a light tap on her arm, she looked up.

“You seem distracted,” Johnny said, eyeing her closely. “Everything okay?”

Liz nodded and grabbed her wine glass off the table. “Just tired. Yesterday was a long day,” she muttered and leaned into the back of her chair.

The studio executives and business managers around them were all ensconced in their own conversations, effectively ignoring Liz and Johnny who were there only as a matter of protocol.

“And how is dear David?” Johnny asked, staring down into his wine glass.

“I have no idea,” Liz shrugged. She realized she really didn’t know and she was still trying to wrap her brain around their kiss earlier.

“Seems to be his signature move,” Johnny sneered, swirling his wine around a bit.

Liz only raised an eyebrow at him.

“He has quite the track record of using the rock star angle to seduce pretty young brunettes for one night only then pretending it never happened,” he explained.

Liz’s thoughts went back to what Dave told her upstairs at the party. “And what could be said about your track record?” she shot back, annoyed that he would drag Dave like that. She had known Dave less than 24 hours and he already treated her more like a person than Johnny ever did.

Johnny coldly stared at her a moment before turning his back and speaking to the men next to him. Effectively dismissed, Liz discreetly checked her phone. 8:15 turned over to 8:16 and Liz took another sip of wine. She hated wine. She thought of her kids, who were probably just getting out of the bath and into their footie pajamas. Liz’s mom and dad would read them a story, most likely one about trains or trucks or racecars and then tuck them neatly into their beds with kisses and hugs. Liz felt her heart constrict and her throat tighten. She desperately missed them, even more so after calling them in the car on the way to this asinine dinner. Owen was learning new words every day and Jack was intent on learning all about black holes. She traced her finger over Owen’s chubby face on her background screen when a text popped up.

8pm, Thursday night at the Roxy. You down?

Liz sat forward a little more, setting her wine back down and tapped on the notification. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a laugh when the text app popped up, revealing that Dave had saved his name as “Uno Champion x3” in her phone. She quickly typed out a reply.

Could we move it up to now? This dinner is painful.

She flipped her phone to vibrate just as the man next to her asked about her Oscar nomination. She explained that was up for Best Actress in a Drama for portraying a first lady in a political period piece and that, yes, she had a degree in political science. She and Johnny had just signed on to star in an English period piece that was expedited to ride the coattails of her Oscar nomination and their subsequent Disney fame. She rushed the man along when she felt her phone vibrate against her knee. When she finally had a moment, she checked the screen.

You want me to come down there and fuck shit up?

Liz looked around to make sure no one was watching her smiling like a lunatic at her phone. Yes, please.

Go put on that dress you wore at the Grammy’s, they’ll all be dead with one look.

Liz gasped and quickly downed the rest of the wine in her glass, causing Johnny to turn back to her.

“Are you all right?” he asked, concerned at her pale face.

“Fine, just warm,” she muttered, fanning herself. She felt her phone buzz again and waited for Johnny to turn back around before checking it.

Dave had sent her a red carpet photo of her at the Grammy’s and added Can we blame my “broodiness” on this? Cause I couldn’t fucking breathe looking at you.

Liz realized she was shaking a little and couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. She looked up and around for their waiter, who hurried over to her.

“More wine, miss?” he asked, holding up a fresh bottle of red.

“Please,” Liz whispered, and then cleared her throat. “Please.”

She took a long swig, earning a surprised look from the poor waiter before setting it on the table and standing. The rest of the men at the table suddenly took notice of her and stood as well, but she waved them down. Johnny laid his hand on the small of her back and leaned close to her.

“What’s wrong?” his voice was urgent as he searched her face.

“I just need some air,” Liz lied, stepping past him.

She hurried to the back of the dark restaurant and into the ladies room. Setting her phone on the counter, she leaned forward and let out a long breath. She thought for a moment before picking the phone back up.

Then it’s a good thing you came to see the real me at 6 this morning She held her breath and hit send. Looking up into the mirror, she laughed at her pale reflection. You’re acting like a fourteen year old, she thought to herself. Though fourteen year old me had a crush on Dave Grohl, too, she remembered with a half smile. Her phone buzzed, tearing her from her thoughts.

That look was even more killer than the dress, Liz

Goddamnit, Liz thought. I’m fucking doomed.

Gives me great idea for what to wear on Thursday she tapped out.

Nothing?

Liz laughed a little at his risky text and sent, It’s a tie between my senior prom dress from the early 00’s or my best cookie monster costume.

Do I get a vote?

Absolutely not. I’ll see you Thursday. Liz threw her phone back in her purse and took a few deep breaths before rushing back to her table. Where Johnny stood and pulled her chair out for her.

“Better?” he asked, still suspicious of the way she was acting.

“Yup, thanks,” she said, sitting down.

Dave sat on his patio overlooking the San Fernando Valley. He weaved his fingers behind his head and leaned back, balancing his phone on his knee. The house behind him was dark and quiet, the only sounds coming from the pool pump and a moth bouncing itself off a landscape light. He focused on his own breathing and tried to get his mind off Liz for one goddamn moment. His phone chimed and he snatched it off his knee.

Absolutely not. I’ll see you Thursday

He felt a slow grin spread across his face before standing up and walking inside.

#dave grohl fanfiction #dave grohl fanfic #dave grohl #thatbluegibson

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reddhoodie · 7 years

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It’s My Party (i’ll cry if i want to)

Batfam Week Day #4: Wayne Gala! Everyone’s posting such cute stuff and here I am with the very gentle angst.

Tagging:

@speedypan @laundrymoney @xxxxsweetie-piexxxx

(let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for this week!)

In another life, Bruce Wayne might have been an actor. He certainly had the talent for it. If not for that he would never have been able to smile and make small talk with his guests tonight. His skill served him well every time someone shook his hand and asked cheerfully where his oldest was.

Bruce smiled winningly, and told them one by one that 'dick isn't feeling well tonight, he sends his regards'. They moved on to other topics, and he pretended, perfectly, that his oldest son wasn't down far below the house in the batcave, still unconscious, still barely stable. He didn't let anyone see the way he kept checking his phone in his suit jacket, waiting for a text that he was awake, or at least doing better.

Jason was down there with him, since he was rarely missed at Wayne galas. He would let them know if anything changed about Dick's condition. Bruce trusted him. But it was a familiarly awful feeling, being away from one of his kids while they were hurt.

In a rare moment of quiet, when he didn't have investors or politicians or local celebrities gathered around, he grabbed a drink from a table of refreshments and gulped it down more quickly than was likely advisable. It didn't matter, it wasn't as if seeing a rich man drinking like a fish at a party would set off alarm bells in anyone's mind.

However, it was a slight crack in his veneer, and one person at the party noticed.

He had hardly put the empty glass down on a passing waiter's tray when he became aware of a small someone right at his side.

Cass didn't have to say anything when he turned to acknowledge her. She just raised her eyebrows, arms crossed.

“Having a good time, Cass?” He asked casually in his upbeat 'gala' voice, like he didn't know she was checking in on him.

“You okay?” She asked. Her voice was soft, but he never had trouble hearing her.

“Of course.”

She stared at him hard for a few long seconds, but didn't press the issue. She tugged his jacket out so she could grab his phone from the inside pocket, and checked it quickly for messages before switching to the camera app.

He obeyed her little tug on his shirt to get him to lean down a little to her level, and smiled for the selfie she snapped of the two of them.

Quickly she sent the photo to Stephanie, who had been too busy with her classes to come, and then tucked his phone back in his pocket.

“Post that later.” She advised, referring to the social media accounts he normally passed off to one of his kids to maintain under his name. It had been a while since 'Bruce Wayne' had posted anything and it might look suspicious if he didn't have a few photos from tonight. He'd totally forgotten about it, to be quite honest.

“Jason is there, it's okay.” She added with a gentle smile, looping her arm around his and sticking close.

He let out a breath and let her lean against him. And just like that their moment was over, as a group of socialites hurried over in a flurry of cheery laughter and flutes of champagne.

- - -

Jason shifted in his chair for what must have been the thousandth time in the past half hour. He gave up on his book, setting it on the ground beside the chair with a sigh.

In front of him, Dick was laid out on one of the plain little beds in the medical area of the cave. He was still too pale, his breath still just a little too fast and shallow. Bruises stood out harshly on his too-pale skin while he slept fitfully, occasionally letting out little murmurs or whimpers.

Upstairs the annual Wayne Gala to benefit Gotham's hospitals and clinics was in full swing. The irony didn't escape him, and he hated it a little.

His phone buzzed and he glanced at it on his lap. It was a text from Tim.

“How's it going?”

Jason rubbed his tired eyes and responded. “He's grown wings, we're heading to narnia. I told you I'd let you guys know if there was any change.”

“Sorry. Hard to wait.”

It was hard not to worry about Dick's pain level. Alfred had assured Jason that he'd given Dick as much pain relief as he felt was safe at this stage, but he itched to give him more, if only so he'd stop whimpering like that when he moved in his sleep.

He got out of his chair, pacing in a little circle to stretch his tired muscles. After a few circles he looked back at Dick, checked his monitors, not sure if he was hoping for a change or not. No change was better than him getting worse, wasn't it? But no change was worse than improvement.

It had been hours since he'd hauled his brother back to the cave, broken and bloody. Nightwing had followed a couple of petty thieves straight into the middle of a fight between two local gangs, one that Red Hood had just happened to be keeping an eye on himself. Even with Jason's support the ensuing fight had been brutal, with too many people and too many weapons that they just shouldn't have been able to get, and Jason hated that Dick had gotten the worst of it, even if he had been the one to make the mistake.

Stupid mistakes. That was what got you killed. But Dick didn't deserve to die like this.

Jason had sustained his own injuries, of course. A gunshot to the shoulder that was bandaged and aching. A couple stab wounds, plenty of cuts and bruises.

He hadn't seen what had happened to Dick exactly. All he knew was that he'd turned and found him on the ground with a few bullet wounds, blood everywhere, hardly able to speak, and still trying to get back up. He'd gone quiet while Jason was hauling him out of there, and lost consciousness the moment they were out. Jason had tried to stem the bleeding but he was just bleeding so much from so many places. Eventually he'd just grabbed him and made for the cave as fast as he could, shouting at him to stay alive until they got back, because he would never forgive him if he died on his motorcycle.

The silence of the cave was a stark contrast to the chaos of their arrival in the cave. The only sound now that Dick had settled down again was the gentle whirr of the computer and the occasional distant squeak of a bat high up in the cave's ceiling. Jason stared at the blood dried on his pants, sighed, and sat back down in his chair beside Dick's bed.

- - -

Tim sighed and pushed his phone back into his pocket, glancing around the ballroom. Jason hadn't responded to his last message, and he chose to chalk it up to him just not answering instead of something terrible happening with Dick.

He'd never seen Jason look as scared as he had coming home the night before with Dick bleeding out in his arms, and that had scared him too. He was still scared. He was pretty sure they all were. It had taken so long to get Dick stable, to get him to stop dying. He hadn't woken all day, and still hadn't by the time they'd all had to get dressed and ready for the gala.

Damian was at Tim's elbow, frowning at the ballroom from the quiet corner they'd found.

It was Tim's job to keep his brother from disappearing from the event. Babysitting was not normally his favorite thing but at least it gave him something, anything, to focus on. He nudged the smaller boy with his elbow.

“Try not to look so murderous.”

Damian snorted, but his face softened from a scowl to a sort of resting bitterness. Good enough.

“I don't understand why all of us have to be present. It's not like any of these people really notice anything.”

Tim shrugged, sipped his sparkling apple juice while attempting to appear like an adult. “I know. But we wouldn't be doing any good hanging around with Jason. We'd probably just annoy him.”

“Speak for yourself.” Damian scoffed, crossing his arms.

Tim rolled his eyes.

He caught a glimpse of Bruce on the other side of the ballroom, laughing and taking a photo with a pair of older women Tim didn't recognize, sipping wine and smiling. For a moment, Tim allowed himself to wonder what life would be like if the facade they all presented at these events was true. If Bruce was just a rich man who had adopted a few boys. If Damian was a regular kid and not a trained assassin. If Jason hadn't died and come back to life. If Dick wasn't Nightwing.

For the briefest moment Tim almost envied the socialites around him. It must be nice, he thought, to not have your brother possibly dying in your basement.

- - -

Jason had had the thought to put on some music, to keep away the silence. All that had come up on shuffle had been slow, melancholy songs, so he'd put on one of his more intense rock playlists. Dick had stirred and murmured petulantly and Jason had immediately shut it off, concerned it was disturbing him. And so they were back to silence.

Cass had been sending a steady stream of photos and videos from Bruce's phone. It was a nice distraction, since he couldn't concentrate on his book or his music or any of the shows he would normally watch on Bruce's netflix account.

He was watching a short video she'd sent of Damian getting fawned over by a rich old lady in a massive feather boa, smiling while the little brat's cheeks were pinched and Tim barely contained his own smile behind his younger brother, when Dick stirred again.

He didn't look up, assuming it was another of his fitful motions.

“You look horrible.”

Jason jumped slightly, and looked up at the bed.

Dick's eyes were open just a little, a faint smile curving his lips.

He set his phone aside and scooted his chair closer to the bed. “Speak for yourself, Dickiebird. You've been out a whole day. How do you feel?”

“Like death.”

Jason's heart constricted, not only at his words but at the faint, rough sound of his voice. Like it was too much effort just to speak. “Hey, only I'm allowed to say that, remember?”

“Where is everyone?” Dick turned his head limply to look around the immediate area, squinting like he was still a little confused about where he was.

“At that big gala thing for the hospital.” He turned to grab his phone again, to let the others know he was awake. “I'll show you the pictures in a second.”

Dick groaned, and for a second Jason panicked. “I wanted to go to that.”

Jason sighed, shaking his head. “Then don't get beat up and shot, you loser.”

- - -

Cass reappeared at Bruce's side seemingly from nowhere, both startling and not at all surprising him. She urgently handed him his phone, which he hadn't realized she'd had.

There was a message, finally, from Jason. A photo. A selfie of himself smiling while leaning close to Dick, who was smiling tiredly.

“We <3 consciousness.”

Bruce smiled his first genuine smile of the night.

“Alfred is going to check on him.” She informed him with a bright smile of her own.

“Good. Maybe this party will wrap up early and we can all go check on him.”

Cass beamed, making him chuckle.

Bruce Wayne was an excellent actor, but, for just a moment, he finally didn't have to be.

#batfam week #batfam fanfiction #batfam #bruce wayne #my writing

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amazingspiderthot · 7 years

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voltron family restaurant au

LONG POST

Started with this, became something totally different

Check under the cut for lots of silliness in what is basically a voltron cafe au but not quite a cafe

Restaurant is Voltron Brasserie (Lance, ofc, thinks the rest name is a bra reference)

Shiro is top server, worked his way up to manager, if Allura becomes the manager then he’ll be assistant manager

pros: perfect smile, strong, handsome, well-liked by most demographics, perfect amount of politeness and friendliness, keeps employee morale up, Keith listens to him

cons: super stressed inside, some days are better than others for being around crowds so sometimes has to be sent to the back, overworks himself, forgets what breaks

Keith as a server:

Pros: strong, fast, good reflexes mean no coffee pots in laps, can stand all day without complaining, down to help with anything in the back to avoid people

Cons: impatient, rushes tables and clears them too early, can’t bullshit friendliness, also overworks and forgets to stay hydrated, has collapsed more than once

ends up sent to the back often to help prep, wash dishes, and misc tasks to keep him away from customers when he gets too hot-headed

Lance, waiter/host extraordinaire:

Pros: master of bullshit friendliness, remembers faces, is a fave among old ladies whom he flatters at every chance (“And just who is this lovely young lady with the new ‘do!” “Oh, Nana Rose, if only I was born sixty years earlier!”)

Cons: inappropriate flirting with guests, easily distracted (either by harassing keith or a pretty person walks by)

Hunk, waiter-turned-line-cook

Pros: can do emergency prep in the kitchen, adorable, no one stays mad at him, stronk, pro de-escalation skills, great memory + mental math, beloved by old cranks, being groomed by Coran in the kitchen (Coran’s cooking is fine if it’s a recipe, but his experiments are... something else)

Cons: none can’t fit in booth areas (not boothodynamic), severe chemical sensitivity (sneezes around perfume ladies an ends up spilling or dropping stuff bc of it), badly cooked food makes him nauseous, slowest to move

Allura is the assistant manager

listens to the guest’s shitty complaints and gives them the whole spiel while sending secret signals to you that you’re totally fine, she doesn’t give a shit about what this bitch says, she got you

pros: really good at throwing low-key shade at guests, to their face, w/o them noticing (accent helps), charms people into thinking she’s giving them special perks/attention but in reality they leave with nothing, super organized and keeps everyone in tip-top shape when on-shift

cons: very, VERY bad with small kids, cannot see doggie and not pet it

Allura plus toddler: Ohh… what a ch-charming little tot…! *internally screaming*

usually called over for Keith or Pidge

Pidge is just a huge sass ball and normally too clever for people to catch on when being insulted (but not always, thus Allura)

pros: perfect memory, fast, never gets an order wrong, really attentive to core groups of regulars she likes, always can get you on the wifi

cons: SASS, keeps playing on phone in the back when not on break, refuses to clean either bathroom, if you’re not a regular she like gets 1000s of “rude waiter/waitress” complaints

bonus pidge pros: offs w all the cooks and Hunk, if you lie about a hair in your food for a refund she will END YOU (key your car)

bonus pidge con: no driver’s license 😔

yet another pidge pro or con (depending on your POV): can hack ya phone if you’re a dick to her friends

Things that happen:

One of Hunk’s old coot buddies trying to slip a $5 bill in Keith’s back pocket because he thought Keith was a girl from behind

Hunk, seeing this about to happen from the kitchen (’s service window?) and slo-mo running: NOOOOOOOOO

Lance, at the other end of the room, seeing this about to happen and slo-mo: HOOOOOOOOOOOLY QUIIIIZZZNAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!

(hey why were you watching keith so intently lance huh)

Matt doesn’t work there but hangs around for the Wi-Fi/harassing Pidge/her ride home, tries to flirt with everyone for free drinks

Allura: No.

Shiro caves sometimes because they’re friends

There’s a poster of him in the break room with big bold letters: NO FREE DRINKS/DO NOT ACCEPT CHECKS FROM THIS MAN

Pidge is Disappointed But Not Surprised™

Regularly mistaken for Pidge, esp by older lady regulars

Lance and Keith went to the same high school for literally a year almost a decade ago before Keith got expelled/stopped coming

Keith’s first day on the job

L: LOL IT’S THE EMO NERD

K: ?

L: haha yeah you used to be a huge dweeb with your dweeby demo dweeb…ness.

K: ????

L: you were a huge dweeb and wore all those stupid band t-shirts?????

K: who are you even???

L: UH THE NAME’S LANCE

L: COME ON MAN IT’S ME LANCE I WAS LIKE THE TOP CHICK MAGNET IN THE DISTRICT LIKE ALL THE GIRLS WANTED ME FROM DAY ONE L: EVEN THE SENIORS

K: oh ok I guess I don’t really remember

*Lance devastated*

reality: lotsa girls had crushed on broody emo Keith over acne shrimp Lance, but Keith never noticed the attention (social anxiety + a low-key nerd w obscure nerdy interests) and Lance is delusional

Lance blossomed after a lot of effort (better diet for his skin, changing products, seeing a dermatologist, joining track)

another convo, during training:

Lance: you may be a pretty boy but I'm the King of Tips around here, and top server after Shiro

Keith: okay??? your majesty?? leave me alone so I can work???

Lance is all about the $5 manager special stale cookies

BONUS: What if Lance met Hunk bc they were lonely DnD nerds together in freshman year (Hunk makes the BEST DnD snacks)

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alohasugarbby-blog · 7 years

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My first POT date (a year ago)

So I'm from Hawaii, but I moved to Japan 2 years ago✨ I got my first POT date off of SA, he was 54, older than my parents👀 I wanted to use him to test the waters, see if I'm comfortable being with an older man. We settled on 30,000yen (300usd) and we met for dinner. Now, I wasn't shocked or nothing, but he was really handsy. Again, I wanted to test how far I'm able to go with an old man so I allowed it. He wanted to take it a step further and started making out with me at the fucking dinner table in front of the waiter🙄🙄🙄 I had to stop him there and tell him that I wasn't comfortable with PDA. Now mind you, my main reason was because his breath smelled weird, it wasn't kicking, but it was a smell you couldn't forget! I realized halfway through dinner that his breath smelled like my exe's dick😂💀 I almost laughed in his face and I tend to say what's on my mind so I almost asked him if he sucked dick before meeting me😁 Fast forward, dinner is done. He tries to get me to his room for an extra 60,000yen (600usd), I considered it but, it was a school night and my only way home was the last train. I declined and went home still wondering how his breath smelled like a dick🤔 That date, I learned that although I am weirded out by old men, I can in fact be intimate with them if the money is satisfactory. Happy hunting ladies, I pray you don't come across a man with dick breath💕

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yyxgin · 3 years

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barrrr 😭😭😭 i suppose the whole zoo thing makes sense but i said i worked in a restaurant at the zoo but the first bit must’ve completely gone over his head 🥲❤️ anyway, he was in today which was a relief. he changed his hair and i told him he looks reallllly young and it bugs me bc he looks like a boy i went to school w especially bc thinking about it what he changed his hair from and then what he changed it to is exactly what my classmate did 😭 he’s sweet and i’m jealous that he’s closer w the other girls but that’s purely bc literally everyone there knows everyone and i feel hella left out all the time. but that’s no one’s fault. the first time i get invited for drinks w the girls there im GOING ‼️

my manager gave me a bottle of wine today!! she said she can’t sell it and gave me and the other guy who was working upstairs w me tonight a bottle each. 😄😄 alSO the area manager came in yesterday and bc he thought we’d improved since the first time he came he gave us money to get dominoes 😩 frick yes 🙌

also the lady who gets on my nerves is sweet enough. but. she’s married to one of the food runners. he’s literally the sweetest old man i’ve ever met. anyway. the woman will ask for me to put out prawn crackers on her table which is fine, like if she’s clearly busy i don’t mind, bc if it were the other way around i’d hope she’d do the same. but the problem is she doesn’t like when people touch her tables in her section. like she told me off twice for taking orders in her section but i was literally like??? you asked me to take water to them and they asked to take an order w me surely that’s just me being helpful? but no she fully got upset... she doesn’t like people taking a payment from her section, i think printing bills is okay as long as she’s asked you 😐 but she doesn’t have a problem with going into someone else’s section and taking payments/orders which annoys the hell out of me but whatever. she got me to clean one of her tables and my manager was like ??what??are??you??doing?? and i told her the woman asked me to help and she was like uh,, no? you have your own section? don’t help her? and i was like 🤗 you tell her babe bc she keeps getting me to clean up after her dirty f*cking tables when she can’t be f*cked and my manager was like,, ofc babe dw i gotchu (i mean i was swearing less but you get the gist).

overall 10/10 weekend i will be back again next week (as per my goddamn rota 😠 i wish she would put me on more lunches,, (she put me on evenings all week and all day sat + sun) also i’ve definitely worked wayyy more hours than any of the other new starters so when am i officially not training and when will these old ladies stop telling me how to do my job 😔) and im going out for drinks on thursday?? although i might’ve accidentally made a dick app? WHO KNOWS‼️ ily and i’ll be back soon ~ 🌻

AAAH so he got through the haircut test 😩🤚 you are in too deep now sweets, there's no turning back now. i hope you get invited somewhere with them soon bc jealousy is a bitch 😡😡😡

WHY TF IS EVERYONE AT YOUR WORK SO COOL AND NICE ??? MONEY ?? JUST LIKE THAT ??? WINE TOO ???? EVEN BETTER

oh i actually had no idea waiters like have their own sections in restaurants ?? is this a thing ??? anyways you were just being helpful and its not your fault they ordered when you were there ?? like youre not just going to tell them to wait for the other waiter when you are literally right there 😩😩 also if she is so protective over her section she better not put her legs into your one thats like ???? why would u do that.

also i totally get you,,you must be so tired working in the evenings all the time 😔 i hope you have fun on your night out 🤪🤪 drink responsibly <3 also a dick app ???? mind explaining ?

ILY <3333

#💌ask #🌻 anon

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tgr489 · 5 years

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Last days

Friday morning. Therapy day. The flat was busy and it seemed everyone was on the same path to getting out the door by 8. Someone had made coffee so I grabbed some and went and sat in the lounge. I started reading the news but gave up is it was so depressing. Too many problems and no one wants to collaborate and just fucking help. One by one my flatmates departed for their busy days. I had an hour to kill before it was my turn to head out so I grabbed another hit of caffeine and made a mental note of what I was gonna do with my weekend. All the plans I made at that time went out the window.

I was showered and getting dressed when I heard Sky calling me from the lounge so wandered out to see what was up. She asked if I needed company to my session, which I didn’t really knowing what I was like last week, but I didn’t want to turn her down so I said ‘sure’, and then apologised in advance for what I may be like. She was cool with that and went to pack her bag.

Arriving at my shrink’s building I realised I’d not thought of anything I was supposed to so was a little anxious I’d get a hard time so got a little grumpy. I pointed Sky towards a cafe down the street and said I’d see her there after, and apologised again in case I was a basket case on my return. She just said to stop apologising and walked off, leaving me to head on in.

My session with Mr Shrink was ok today so I won’t dwell on it. Didn’t get too much of a hard time for not doing my homework, I’m paying the bills so it’s on me. We spoke about my week and what I’d been up to, how much I’d thought of Elise, what triggered the thoughts, how did they make me feel and stuff. I told him all about it but he told me the stuff I need to write down, and to try and think of a colour to associate to the feeling. Not sure what that will bring to the table but will give it a go.

Afterwards I joined Sky in the coffee shop and asked what she wanted to do for her last day. She wanted to head up town and take some photos then get a nice dinner, her treat for spending the week with her. She asked how my time was and I just said it was alright, better than last week.

I said we could go see my friend Harvey, he lives on the upper west side, maybe get some lunch with him and then maybe go to Harlem if she was up for that. She was so we headed off. We had fun on the subway, I don’t ride the train very often but when I do there’s always a slightly special person along for the ride. This journey was no different and the large lady in the neon spandex shouting into her phone had most people cringing and fearful she’d pounce on them at any moment. It was bad because we were trying sooo hard not to laugh but not really succeeding. Sky was trying to take photos of her but faking it that she was taking them of me. I don’t like having my picture taken so was horrified at what she showed me when we got to Harv’s and asked her to delete them. She declined and said they were really good and I’m very photogenic. I said whatever, I know I’ll never see them again.

Harv was great and very pleased to see me back in town. He’s one of my few friends that came out to see me in LA and the only one that knew everything about me and Elise. He’s a very cool dude who’s had plenty of his own shit to deal with in the past and my troubles seem like small potatoes by comparison. He couldn’t take his eyes off Sky, kept wanting to cuddle her and telling her she’d found a good man in me. I kept telling him we weren’t together, she was Lucy’s cousin and leaving town the next day but it was lost on him. She looked tiny in his embrace, he is a man mountain at 6.7 and I have no idea what he weighs but it would be a lot. He doesn’t look over weight at all, just big, everything about him is big, like a giant. We cracked a beer and had a smoke and he was asking how I’d been and how was the trip. Told him all about the trip but stayed away from Elise because I didn’t want to bring it up when Sky was around, I’ll catch up with him again soon enough for that.

He had no food in so we killed two birds and took his dog for a walk to the store. Sky was totally freaked when his dog came out the bedroom. I don’t know what she was expecting but a bull mastiff probably wasn’t it. We walked over to the park for the dog to do it’s business then grabbed some food in the deli. He gave us a ride up to Harlem and told us if we fancied it later he was playing a gig we could go along to. Said I’d think about it. We wandered the streets and took in the Studio Museum, which pretty much sucked up the afternoon. There’s some great photos in that joint and well worth a visit. My mind was totally taken off all my troubles and I didn’t really want the day to end as we were having a good time. Seeing things through Sky’s eyes was quite liberating, young big fresh eyes full of wonder and amazement.

On the way back we discussed cuisines for dinner without settling on anything. She wasn’t particularly fussed and I will eat anything. When we got home I set about looking for a somewhere nice which was fairly close but couldn’t settle on anything, plus the realisation it was Friday night and getting a table anywhere decent may be tricky. I called Jase to see if he could think of anywhere, as he dines out a lot with clients. He said to leave it with him and he would sort something out with the concierge company his place uses. He called back a little later with news of a table at Indochine, not bad at all. I relayed the good news to Sky and as there were a couple of hours to kill we had plenty of time to think about what to wear.

I kept it simple in the end, black jeans a Comme de Garçon shirt and my old skool Reebok Insta-Pump Fury sneakers, cool and stylish without being overly dressy was my thinking. I grabbed a brew and sat in the lounge to wait for the girl. When she came out I can only say she dressed up well. A simple black sleeveless top, a pretty short skirt without being obscene and some chunky heeled black biker type boots. Said she’d tried on loads of Luce’s thinks but everything was a little big, so no high heels. I told her she looked really good which I think embarrassed her. For me it was the make up that completed the look. She never wears any so to see her with some on was a little strange. It was minimal but done well, cool eyes and dark dark red lipstick, she looked killer, and with the tight leather biker jacket she was rocking. It almost felt like a date and I found myself become really nervous I’d do or say the wrong thing. Stupid.

The restaurant was cool, and we had a pretty nice table. We took our time over the menu indulging in a few cocktails whilst we made our choices. Our mission was to choose 2 starters and 2 mains each then omit one from each course and share everything. We ended up with crab cakes, fried squid, summer rolls and sea bass, lotus salad, shaking beef, along with rice and veg. We took the waiters recommendation for wine and got into some chat and we having a great time. Our food arrived and it was then that I noticed the couple on the table next us, and they were not happy campers. They were involved in a heated conversation and trying hard not to be rowdy. He was the angrier and pissed at something, she couldn’t really get a word in. We had a bit of a chuckle as we set about eating the wonderful looking food on our table and got back to our own conversation.

The empty plates went and more came, along with another great wine recommendation from the waiter, and the evening carried along its merry way. As we discussed what the next year might bring to each of us. Sky - passing her finals, me - world peace. What can I say I’m an optimist. With all our food eaten we sat back to reflect on the meal, both agreeing it was fantastic. Sky asked what I thought the next couple’s problem was. I replied with forgotten anniversary. She said no because the aggression would be from the woman not the guy. She then began making up dialog for their conversation, which I happily joined in on and we casually thought up the most random shit for their woes. Our waiter returned a while later asking about desserts, to which we had differing answers. Doesn’t that always happen? He left menus and turned to clear the next table and it was hard to not hear the guy complaining about the food, poor service, blah blah, blah. Thought he was being a dick as our food was truly amazing and the service attentive without being intrusive. We ordered desserts in the end and had to listen to the guy explain to the manager why he didn’t want to pay for most of the bill while we waited. Felt really bad for the waiter because he was really good, why are some people just nasty? Thank fuck they left shortly after, the atmosphere around our tables seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Desserts were great and the waiter tried hard to sell us another bottle of wine but we were done, so I asked for the bill. When it came Sky tried to grab it but I said it would be my treat. My rationale was she was a student and I’m working of sorts. She didn’t like it so I said she could pay for a taxi home to make up for it. Then she confessed to not wanting to go home just yet and maybe we could go dance off some of the food. I was pretty stuffed too so it seemed like a good idea. We ordered a couple more cocktails and discussed options. Sky asked if we could take Harv upon his offer, but I said not really as it was way uptown. We settled on the Marquee, why not. I asked the waiter to order us a cab and went about paying the bill, which was pretty hefty with all the drinks we’d had. I paid up and left the guy a 40% tip for his outstanding service, and for having to deal with Mr and Mrs moody. He thanked me and said to ask for a friend at one of the bars in the club, mention his name and he’ll look after us. I thanked him again and we left, crossing the freezing sidewalk to our warm transportation. Sky said I shouldn’t have given such a large tip but I wouldn’t hear if it. People that work in hospitality have to often deal with truly horrendous people and still be courteous. Besides it’s only money, you can’t take it with you, so you should enjoy it while you have it.

The club was heaving and the music good, Sky was bouncing around almost immediately. We got drinks and went for a walk around to get the lay of the land and find our friends bar. We found it, and our man, fairly easily and he gave us some cocktails gratis, nice. Then he asked if I wanted ‘something to get the party really going’. Why not. He told me to meet him by the sofas in 15 and disappeared. Buying gear is never the nicest thing to do in public, but sometimes necessary. We ended up with some really good MDMA that we danced off over the next few hours, laughing and joking and really getting into the night. We danced for hours staring at each other, lost to everything else. When the DJ dropped Simon Says by the one Pharoahe Monch it was classic, with Sky interpreting the explicit lyrics through her routine. I was having such an amazing time, right up until she said she wanted to go home. I tried to talk her out of it but she said she was flying the next day and wanted to try and get some sleep in, so reluctantly I let her lead me out of the club.

We talked about her time in the US all the way home, up the stairs and into the flat. She didn’t want to leave because she was having a great time but realistic of the fact it was just a holiday. She was dreading the journey to the airport so I offered to accompany her, if Lucy wasn’t, and poured us some Bushmills for a nightcap. I told her she was always welcome to come back and stay whenever, and even said she should bring her boyfriend and he was a lucky man to have such a great girl. That slightly embarrassed look sept over her face again so I apologised, then took it back and said I shouldn’t need to apologise for pointing out when someone I know is really great. She stared at me, didn’t say anything, just looking out at me with those big blue eyes. I was about to question what the matter was when she said ‘You could be lucky too, you know’. I gave a questioning look at her, then the penny dropped at what she’d said, and the realisation must’ve been obvious to her, then she had a strange look on her face before burying it in her whisky and finishing it off. I had a thousand thoughts running through my head at that moment in time, but the primary one was ‘what’s the right thing to do here?’ But instead I said ‘you have a boyfriend,’ and skulled my drink thinking of getting another. ‘I know,’ she stated ‘but he’s thousand of miles away and will never know, and doesn’t need to.’ Then after a brief pause, ‘what goes on tour stays on tour. Do you fancy another drink?’ She got up and headed to the kitchen and left me to my racing thoughts. She was right, but it felt wrong, but not wrong. We’d spent so much time together and I realised I had some real feelings for her and of course I wanted to have sex with her. Why wouldn’t I, she was fun, young and very beautiful. Someone in the flat would find out and it would get back to Lucy, she’d give me a hard time. She came back and gave me my glass and sat down opposite me on the floor. ‘Look, I’ve had a really good time since you arrived. You’ve been so kind and have gone out of your way to make sure I had a good time and today and tonight have been one of the best dates I’ve ever had. I want to round that out by spending the night with you because I’ll probably never see you again.’ She was right, we had spent some good time together and the proposed ending did seem befitting of that.

Is it polite to turn down a girl offering sex? Us guys get knocked back all the time so are well rehearsed in dealing with rejection, but for pretty girls, if it happens, must be quite a knock. With my mind still racing, and to avoid the awkwardness I said ‘Let’s go to bed, but I’m not sure anything should happen.’ In my room she stripped to her underwear, looked jaw dropping sexy, and climbed into bed. I did the same and we cuddled up to warm ourselves from the cold sheets. I was still a little high and sex at that moment would’ve been pretty good, but I needed to tell her what I was thinking, so I laid it out. I’d just been involved with someone with another partner, a husband even, and doing it again when that has really fucked me up seemed like not helping my problems. She agreed but said she wanted nothing else from me and wouldn’t get in touch, it would just be goodbye holiday sex. I saw her reasoning, so I turned and kissed her. We never had sex, but over the course of a couple of hours did lots of kissing and foreplay. I fell asleep with her half dropped over me, it was so nice to have the naked embrace of another human being again, I almost felt like crying.

I woke up around 11 and not hearing any noises from the flat unpeeled the girl from me and crept to the kitchen to get some iced water for us. On my way back I saw Nic in the lounge reading but I don’t think she saw me, I felt guilty already. I climbed back into bed and cuddled up again, and she gave a lovely sigh of appreciation. We lay in bed for about an hour, her raising of what I was gonna get up to for the weekend. I had no plans. She said for me to use the time and sort out my photos. I couldn’t believe she remembered, from the first days we’d spent together. She added ‘you should also tidy up your bedroom, you have so much stuff in here’. She was right, I do, but it all has a purpose. I defended myself by saying it was an eclectic collection, but I wasn’t fooling her. From the bed she was pointing out things on the shelves and making enquires as to their purpose and/or benefit. I think gave a good account of my hoarding but she wasn’t buying it. We eventually got up and showered. She packed and I made pancakes for brunch. No one was around to say goodbye so she wrote Lucy a note and we took a taxi to the airport. As one would expect it was busy, she had some time to kill so we grabbed a coffee, both feeling a somewhat jaded. Not much was said, it didn’t need to be. It was then time for her to go. She bent to get something from her bag and her headphone cable caught around one of the clips, stripping the plug from the wire as she sat up. ‘Fuck!’ was all she could say. They were totally busted. I asked if she had a spare set, which she didn’t, but said she’d get some airside. We walked to the gate and once there I gave her a big hug and slipped my pod beats headphones round her neck whilst kissing her on the cheek. ‘Something to remember me by.’ She thanked me, for them and everything else, kissed me and walked off. I watched her go to the doors, savouring every last second. Just as she was about to walk through she turned and waved, then shouted ‘Next time you will fuck me!’ Then spun around and was gone, leaving me to deal with the shame and stares from so many people.

I made a quick exit to the taxi stand and rode back to town watching the world through the window, feeling a little empty inside, the journey made all the harder with no tunes to listen to. I made some polite conversation with the family on the floor above us whilst walking up the stairs, but was glad when I got to my door as I wasn’t feeling talkative. No one was home thankfully so I went to my room, sat on my couch and got stoned, with a plan to not leave the place until Monday. The feeling was green.

Later Gator

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