#Kameron the playboy

[queenie-the-court-jester]

take a hint fuckboy.

Yandere playboy x gn!reader

♥️Kameron usagi was the most popular guy in your school. He had money, good looks, fantastic grades, even his own car and well paying job, which was any sophomores dream. What was not to love? Well..just one itsy bitsy detail.

♥️ he was a major fuckboy. Hitting beds just like he's hitting bases on the fields. He's slept with nearly every girl on campus, you wouldn't be surprised if he slept in a couple guy's too. Still, he actually expected you to overlook his "past" of sleeping around? You probably would, if you hadn't spent the last four years in the same class with him

♥️wooing girls (and guys), going on a few dates, bed them, dump them, and repeat. It ended up with more broken hearts than you could count. But no one has the balls to actually speak up about it. Why? Because kameron could easily wreck their social life. make them be hated by the entire school, even potentially fucking up their future if they really ticked him off

♥️but with you? Oh he's complete putty in your hands. Sadly you seemed to hate his guts. You aren't seriously mad about him sleeping with all your friends-? Oh.. you are. Well, this complicates things huh!

♥️kameron is incredibly delusional the longer his persistence goes on. Believing this is all some game and deep down you love him back. You're just shy and nervous! Dont worry! He can wait (no he can't.)

♥️he sends his cronies to stalk you. Making them collect whatever they can to add to his shrine of you in his bedroom. He Photoshops pictures of you both, posting them on social media so everyone can see! His pressuring you into a relationship isn't very subtle. You know what he's doing. But what can you do? He practically rules the school since his parents are grand contributers to the funding

♥️by the time sophomore year is ending, you're worn out and too tired to fight back. Simply giving in to his obsessive love and silently praying that one of the college's you sent applications to will accept. When you nod your head as he holds a large rose bouquet and a box of chocolates, he's jumping for joy. Taking you into his arms and kissing you deeply. Swooping you into his Camaro.

♥️ atleast now you're technically the queen of the school. You're popular and people gush about your relationship with incredible fondness. The downside is now that everyone knows, it'll be harder to break up with him because how could you ruin such a picture perfect relationship? Shame on you y/n. (Ignore the fanclub of ex girlfriends frothing at the mouth thinking up ways to ruin your life)

[artificialqueens]

Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor, 13 (Branjie) (and background everyone) - Ortega

a/n:guess who’s realised she never submitted this to AQ? it’s ya boi. if u haven’t been able to read this yet then here it is, and look out for the final chapter coming soon! thank u to everyone who’s ever sent this fic some love, it means the world to me!!

fic summary: Strictly Come Dancing enters its 18th series and its producers, after being goaded by a rival dance show on its inclusivity, commission it to be an all-female cast. Unlike Akeria who’s just here to bone her potential dance partner, dancer Vanessa is ready to act like a professional.

And then TV presenter Brooke Lynn walks into the rehearsal room.

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6th December 2020

Vanessa’s in the wine aisle of Marks and Spencers when she sees her again.

Her hair’s been dyed- she already knew that, she’s seen pictures of it on her Insta feed- and the demure tones of the honey-brown balayage are a contrast to the blonde ombré she’d had when they’d been together, but it suits her. She’s in sweatpants and a cropped jumper, because of course she is, and Vanessa recognises the matching pink set emblazoned with the Playboy logo from Missguided adverts on bus shelters. She’s wearing some form of chunky white trainers and Vanessa isn’t proud of the fact that she feels a little flame of satisfaction light up in her gut when she sees that they’re splattered with mud, contrasting with her clean outfit and perfect makeup.

Vanessa turns back to the green bottles in front of her, staring at them for so long and with such intensity that she thinks she might rip the fabric of reality in two. She consciously blocks out her peripheral vision so that all she can see is the label of one bottle of white which she reads over and over again. A light, dry white with citrus notes and lively green fruit flavours. Grown in the spectacular setting of the sun ripened vineyards of central Spain. Goes with fish, chicken and salads.

She doesn’t, in any way, shape or form, know how to play this situation, because this is the first time she’s seen Kameron in person since they decided to call it quits. One one hand she could just keep staring at the wine bottle, attempt to blend into the shelves via osmosis and completely avoid her ex, but on the other hand…Vanessa doesn’t really know what the other hand is, because she doesn’t know what a conversation between the two of them would look like. There’s a part of her that wants to find out.

And suddenly, with a cry that Vanessa recognises as hers, the decision is made for her.

“Vanjie?”

Slowly, timidly, Vanessa turns around to meet her eyes. Soft, brown eyes that Vanessa had once looked into and seen her whole world and future.

God, it’s fucking crazy how she used to be so in love with her and now she feels completely apathetic.

“Kam! Hey,” Vanessa smiles tightly, waving awkwardly with the hand she’s not holding her shopping basket with. “How are you?”

“I’m fine! Well, actually, not amazing. I tried to make this really fancy, complex coq au vin for dinner last night but I don’t know what the hell I did wrong because it tasted like fucking ass. So I’m here getting ingredients again because Mama didn’t raise a quitter. It’ll probably still taste like garbage though, you know what I’m like,” Kameron reels off, which makes Vanessa smile in spite of herself. Kam was never the best at cooking and it was usually Vanessa who made the dinners when they were together, but there were still a couple of times when she’d tried at something and had failed spectacularly. Kameron seems to pick up on what she’d said as a little look of discomfort flashes in her eyes before she follows her sentence up with, “How’re you? God, it’s been ages.”

“It has,” Vanessa shrugged a little. So much has changed since they’ve last spoken that Vanessa isn’t really sure where to start. “I’m good. Things are pretty great, really. Obviously had a good run on the show for my first year competing, so hopefully I’ll get a partner next year too an’ win it next time.”

“I know, you did so well! I was really shocked you didn’t make the semis at least,” Kameron frowns, and the flattery does admittedly soften Vanessa up a little. Kameron’s face lights up as she adds, “God, your girl was so amazing though too! Brooke Lynn Hytes, right? She was super talented. Now I know how good a dancer she is I can’t help but feel like she’s sort of wasted as a presenter.”

“Yeah, she’s incredible,” Vanessa nods emphatically, unable to help the heat she feels spreading to her cheeks whenever she gets to talk about Brooke with somebody. Kameron’s expression changes a little as she clocks Vanessa’s blush, and a cheeky glint appears in her eye. Vanessa frowns. “Hey. Behave.”

“I didn’t say a word!” Kameron laughs, and as she trails off there’s a smile on her face that’s affectionate and helps Vanessa warm up to her ex even more. “Listen, what’re your plans? I’d honestly love to catch up. It’s been too long.”

Vanessa tilts her head in thought. The conversation isn’t going too badly, and her only plans are going round to Brooke’s later on to watch the semi-final results and have dinner (hence the reason she’s gone to M&S to get wine and not the Tesco Metro round the corner from her). So Vanessa surprises herself when she shrugs, giving Kameron a little nod. “Okay, yeah. Lemme get this wine and then we can get coffee.”

The way Kameron’s face lights up makes Vanessa think that her decision was the correct one.

They’re sat at a little table at the window of a nondescript coffee shop roughly ten minutes later, Kameron stirring the hell out of a vanilla latte that’s sat in front of her and creating a tiny whirlpool in the coffee that puts Vanessa in mind of a Pirates of the Carribean movie. Kameron’s talking about the flat she’s in just now- she bought it after she rented for a while when she moved out of Vanessa’s place- and how furniture is so expensive.

“I mean I could just go to IKEA and just furnish the entire thing for, like, two grand, but I actually want some really nice stuff, you know? Like it’s a big girl professional flat, not a uni rental,” she screws her face up as she finally takes a sip. Vanessa bristles a little opposite her- she knows Kam doesn’t mean it, but Vanessa wants to remind her that most of her furniture is from IKEA, because they’d gone and bought it all together when they first moved in. Kameron doesn’t seem affected, though, and keeps talking. “What about you? You still living out at Finsbury Park?”

Vanessa nods. “I’m still in the same flat, I never moved.”

A look of shock passes over Kameron’s face and Vanessa can read her like a book- the fact she’s still in that flat where they made so many memories together is obviously surprising. Vanessa can’t help but laugh. “Kameron, chill. You don’t roam the fuckin’ halls like a ghost, I don’t burst into tears whenever I go into a room. It’s a decent flat at a decent price, I wanted to keep it.”

“Right. Sorry. Ego check,” Kameron smiles sheepishly, and Vanessa feels bad for poking fun at her. Kameron perks up after a second, laughs a little. “I like how you said ‘halls’ plural. Like it’s a stately home and not a fucking matchbox with an intercom system.”

Vanessa’s taking a sip of her own hot chocolate and she almost chokes on it in a laugh, Kameron howling and slapping the table in response. Vanessa’s forgotten that Kam used to make her laugh, still can. She always used to see it like some sort of secret privilege she had access to, the quiet girl’s funny side rare and only popping out on special occasions. That hasn’t changed over the years.

“How’s work, anyway?” Vanessa asks her as she composes herself. Kameron shrugs easily.

“Pretty good. I did a Dua Lipa music video the other week, that should be coming out in a month or so.”

“Is she actually as bad a dancer as that video made her out to be?”

Kameron smirks. “She had a shit choreographer; she’s actually alright. Not pop girl standard, but you know. My agent’s trying to get me on the Blackpink tour next, so I should hear back from that soon.”

Vanessa’s glad that work hasn’t dried up for Kameron- the backing dancer industry is treating her well.

“Anyway,” Kameron bats her lashes, looking at Vanessa coyly from behind her glass. “Tell me more about this dance partner of yours, miss.”

Vanessa feels herself blush, a bashful laugh escaping her lips before she can stop it. It’s weird- after they first broke up Vanessa always used to think she’d love the chance to rub her ex’s face in a new relationship, but it feels ever so slightly odd now she’s actually about to talk about Brooke in front of her. “Honestly, we’re just seeing each other and keeping things casual. Y’know, while the series is still goin’. We’re not even official or public.”

“Yet,” Kameron smiles cheekily at her, and Vanessa can’t suppress the smile she returns to her.

“Okay, yet. But it’s going really well. I really like her. She’s sweet, an’ she’s caring, an’ she’s the best listener.”

“And she won’t be a fucking idiot and cheat on you.”

“No, I don’t think she will,” Vanessa shrugs, the fact that Kameron’s brought the situation up casting a small grey cloud over the conversation. It’s clunky and awkward, a puzzle piece jammed in a place it shouldn’t be. It’s been brought up now though, so Vanessa grimaces and adds, “But then I never thought you would, either.”

Kameron’s face screws up in regret, and before Vanessa knows it she’s rested a hand on top of hers and is giving her a tentative smile. “I know I said it about twenty million times when we were together but I’m honestly so sorry, Vanessa. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Kam, you gotta stop beatin’ yourself up about it,” Vanessa cuts in and says swiftly. Her own words shock her; they’ve come from virtually nowhere, and she’s amazed at the raw sympathy she’s just shown her. “You were drunk, it was a kiss. Strictly is…it’s a weird show. You saw him more hours in the day than you saw me. Kisses between partners happen all the time, it just…sucks that it happened between you two.”

Kameron nods quietly, and Vanessa puts her other hand on top of hers. “I forgive you. Give yourself a break.”

Kameron squeezes her hand, shoots her a soft smile. “Thanks, Vanjie.”

They let go of each other’s hands and each take a sip of their own drink, the silence between them somewhat symbolic like someone wiping words off a whiteboard. Vanessa watches as Kameron swallows a gulp of her coffee and grins. “Hey, do me a solid and put in a good word with Asia O’Hara for me, okay? I really want to slide into her DMs but I need some context first.”

“Your face can be the context, fuckin’ look in a mirror,” Vanessa snorts, and the two of them laugh together.

It’s nice. This huge, big, massive event she’s built up in her head for all these months is happening- she’s bumped into Kameron and she’s speaking to her. She doesn’t need to build it up anymore, or wonder about how it would play out because she’s living it, it’s playing out and she never has to see Kameron for the first time since they broke up ever again. A wall crumbles down in her mind without warning and once the dust settles she realises that she feels somewhat lighter.

Vanessa has been carrying this burden around with her for all this time without even having known it.

The pair of them eventually finish up- hug goodbye outside the coffee shop and tell each other how nice this all had been and then go their separate ways. They don’t promise to keep in touch, but Vanessa knows they’ll probably like each others’ Instagram posts or occasionally tweet each other support or that kind of thing now. Little things that remind them they’re still on good terms.

As Vanessa heads to the tube, her mind drifts to Brooke and how excited she is to see her. The week has been long and Brooke’s been busy, but true to her word she’s messaged Vanessa whenever she’s had a spare moment, updating her on her day and asking her about her own. On Tuesday she’d invited Vanessa round to her flat on Sunday night as she has a day off on Monday and they can spend the night together. She’s not just abandoned her or left her hanging, and if there’s about to be a gap between her messages she always pre-warns her. Brooke’s treating her well. Almost like a girlfriend. Exactly like a girlfriend.

Vanessa still doesn’t know what they really are. She’s so far told herself that that’s alright, but now they’re out of the competition that answer isn’t really satisfying her any more. She wants to call Brooke hers, she wants to be with her properly. As Brooke’s apartment building comes into view, Vanessa wonders if she’ll bring it up tonight.

As she buzzes Brooke’s intercom, though, Brooke’s tone throws everything into a tailspin.

“Hello?”

Vanessa frowns. Brooke sounds ever-so-slightly icy and fed up. She wonders if she’s imagined it. “Uh, hey! It’s Vanessa.”

“Hey. Come up.”

As the door buzzes open and Vanessa steps into the building, she waves away the thoughts in her head. She’s probably overthinking things, and as she steps into the elevator and lets herself be carried up to Brooke’s 12th floor apartment Vanessa tries to calm her nerves. It’s the first time she’s been to Brooke’s flat- in fact it’s the first time either of them have been at either of their flats- so she’s a little anxious. It’s another layer of the relationship they’re adding on, and the thought of things getting a little more serious makes Vanessa’s heart flutter.

So her head is thrown into a tailspin when the elevator doors open onto a landing and she’s met with three doors- two closed, and the other (Brooke’s, a little gold 111 set into the smooth grey exterior) is ever so slightly ajar. Vanessa narrows her eyes, tentatively stepping out of the lift, crossing the hall, and pushing the door open a little.

“Brooke Lynn?”

Brooke’s voice replies, still something to it that Vanessa can’t quite work out. “I’m in here.”

Frowning, Vanessa steps through the doorway and into Brooke’s flat. The whole situation is so strange that she can barely take in everything she sees; a long, narrow hallway lined with high heels that leads down to what looks like a sunken living room with a cream sofa and a floor-to-ceiling view of London. There’s a room to the right halfway down the hall, though, and it seems to be where Brooke’s voice came from, so Vanessa closes the front door and hears the click of the lock behind her as she follows it. Maybe she’s in the middle of something. Maybe she’s just busy and she wants Vanessa’s company while she finishes whatever it is she’s doing.

And then, as Vanessa turns into the room, the situation becomes immediately apparent.

Brooke’s bedroom is dark- the blinds are drawn and the only light comes from a few candles that are sitting on the tidy grey dressing-table under the window and the soft pink salt lamp that sits on the bedside table. The large bed pushed up against the wall takes up most of the room, and its sheets are white and perfectly ironed and crease-free.

They serve as a perfect backdrop to the sight that’s currently greeting Vanessa- Brooke, in a matching set of black Calvin Klein underwear, curled up against the pillows and scrolling her phone. The dark material makes Brooke’s pale skin pop, and the sight of her toned thighs and stomach forces Vanessa to squeeze her thighs together in spite of herself. Brooke looks up as she enters the room and smiles smugly, clearly happy to get the reaction Vanessa’s given her.

“Hey, sweetie,” she says, her voice light and sing-song and making the entire situation worse because the fact she’s so perfectly put-together while Vanessa is slowly becoming a melting, gooey mess in front of her is, for some reason, only making her want to rip Brooke’s clothes off even more than she already does. “Come sit.”

She gently pats the space on the bed next to her and Vanessa almost knocks herself out kicking her trainers off and letting her jacket fall to the floor as she scrambles up onto the bed. She feels herself blush as Brooke gives a soft laugh (presumably in response to just how eager she is) then decides she doesn’t really care how she’s coming across as Brooke leans in and closes the gap between them, kisses her with soft Chapstick lips that Vanessa feels as if she’s addicted to. Vanessa expects the kiss to be more than it is- flames of seductive fire that make one thing lead to another all too quickly- but instead it feels as if Brooke is deliberately holding back, teasing her a little. It’s not helping Vanessa’s desperation at all, and just as she brings a hand up to rest on Brooke’s hip, Brooke breaks the kiss.

“So,” Brooke begins cryptically, as she reaches for her phone where she’d discarded it against the sheets. “I was just scrolling Instagram, you know, as you do. And, uh, I felt a little bit confused.”

Vanessa frowns in tandem with Brooke, who finally appears to reach the post she’s been looking for. Brooke’s voice keeps its light tone as she continues. “Because apparently, according to these photos…it looks like you had a cute little reunion date with your ex today?”

Vanessa’s heart drops as Brooke turns her phone to show her the long-lens photograph posted by The Sun’s Instagram account. It’s her and Kameron at the coffee shop window, taken at the exact moment that Kameron had reached out and taken her hand and Vanessa had shot her a forgiving smile and taken hers in return, probably the most affection they’ve shown each other in a whole year.

But Jesus Christ, has it been taken out of context and then some.

She’s panicking, and she can feel her mouth opening and closing rapidly as she attempts to explain herself. The one saving grace about the whole situation is that Brooke appears to be…calm? Relaxed? She’s not flown off the handle, anyway, which Vanessa wouldn’t exactly have expected, and there’s also the fact she’s in a matching underwear set so clearly can’t be that mad at her. So Vanessa finally finds her voice, tells Brooke everything- how she’d only bumped into Kameron in the shop, and how it was just a coffee and nothing more, and how she’d actually finally received closure for everything that had happened between the two of them.

As she speaks, part of Vanessa wants to bring up the fact that she and Brooke aren’t even together together, so why Brooke’s so pressed about all of this Vanessa doesn’t know.

Unless Brooke wants them to be more than what they already are. And Vanessa has fucked it.

Shit.

“It’s just all a massive misunderstandin’, honestly,” Vanessa finishes, and she’s relaxing a little more now that Brooke’s body language is warmer. “I maybe should’ve texted you but I was gonna tell you tonight anyway, I promise. I wouldn’t…I just wouldn’t mess you about like that, Brooke.”

Brooke slowly lets a bashful smile creep across her face as she nods softly. “Okay.”

And, just because she can, Vanessa pulls her in for another kiss. This time there’s a little more heat to it which makes Vanessa’s stomach flutter in anticipation, but she still feels as if Brooke’s holding back. It’s only then that Vanessa remembers how Brooke had told her she liked being in control, how much Brooke got off on hearing her beg for what she wanted the first time they’d slept together, and it all falls into place.

Oh.

Before Vanessa can say anything, Brooke’s trailing her hand from its position cupping Vanessa’s jaw down her body to rest on her waist, and Vanessa’s mouth goes ever-so-slightly dry. Brooke’s face is still close as she speaks again. “See I thought that would be the case, because I know you’d never do anything to hurt me.”

Vanessa responds by mirroring Brooke’s touches, resting her own hand against her exposed thigh and delighting as she watches something darken behind Brooke’s eyes. Her tone changes a little as she continues. “But it did get me thinking…what if you did forget how good you had it one day?”

“Won’t happen,” Vanessa shakes her head, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as Brooke pushes up the hem of her oversized white t-shirt, rests the palm of her hand against the bare skin at her waist. Vanessa squeezes her legs together again and she watches as Brooke flicks her gaze down, suppresses a smirk badly.

“It won’t?” Brooke pouts mockingly, and Vanessa loves it. “Well, just in case…I thought I’d show you what you’d miss if you ever did think you could do better than me.”

“Fuck,” Vanessa verbalises what she’s thinking in a hiss, as Brooke tugs at the bottom of her top and removes it quickly without Vanessa having to do anything other than raise her hands above her head.

Brooke dips her down so that her head’s resting against the pillows and presses kisses to Vanessa’s jaw, neck, collarbone, right down to the lace of her bra. Vanessa’s pulse is racing and she finds herself already spreading her legs, unable to help the way she needs Brooke to touch her.

“God, you’re so needy,” Brooke tuts disapprovingly into her skin, briefly reaching her hands under Vanessa’s back in an attempt to unhook her bra. Vanessa’s stomach tenses as she lifts herself off the mattress to help her, and soon the bra that she spent entirely too long picking out this morning is thrown halfway across the room onto the dark wood of Brooke’s bedroom floor.

“Says the girl that’s trying to get my boobs out in the first two minutes of foreplay- ah!” Vanessa cuts herself off as Brooke sucks a hickey into her collarbone. If she wanted to get Vanessa to shut up she’s succeeded, and so Vanessa instead focuses her attention on trailing her nails up and down Brooke’s back, delighting in the way the other girl shivers gently at the contact.

Brooke brings her lips up to meet Vanessa’s and she licks gently into her mouth as she strokes her thumb over one of her nipples, the contact making Vanessa flinch against the bed in the best kind of way. Vanessa trails a hand up Brooke’s back and pushes her fingers into her hair, and when Brooke breaks away her stomach flips at the way it’s all messed up and imperfect. Paired with Brooke’s blown pupils and plush lips, it’s a sight that makes Vanessa buck gently into the air almost without realising.

“Jesus. It really doesn’t take much, does it?” Brooke laughs gently as she loops a finger under the waistband of her leggings, and Vanessa shakes her head and pouts self-indulgently.

“Brooke…” she begins, then trails off when she doesn’t actually realise what she wants to say. She’s very happy to let her be in charge if this is what happens as a result, and when Brooke moves to straddle her it renders her twice as speechless as she was before.

“If this is you now, I’m almost scared for how you’re going to react when you see what I’m planning on doing to you,” Brooke says softly, the fake concern to her voice sending shockwaves rippling through Vanessa’s body. Before she can respond Vanessa gasps as Brooke pulls off her leggings, leaving her in the red thong she’d agonised over and the white ankle socks she’d put entirely less thought into. Brooke is left kneeling between Vanessa’s spread legs; dark heavy-lidded eyes, mouth hanging ever-so-slightly open. When she speaks, her voice is ragged.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” she says, and maybe it’s the simplicity of it but Brooke’s words make Vanessa feel completely naked despite what she’s still wearing.

“You’re beautiful,” Vanessa breathes out in an instant reply.

Brooke pouts and trails one of her short acrylics up Vanessa’s inner thigh, ripping a whine from her. “You sure Kameron isn’t more beautiful?”

“Jesus,” Vanessa throws her head back against the pillow and lets out a breathy laugh. “I didn’t have you down as the jealous type at all.”

When she tilts her head up Brooke’s got an unimpressed eyebrow raised at her. “You’re already in trouble, this isn’t helping your case.”

Vanessa can’t resist the urge to tease her and so she sticks her tongue out in response. “Oh what, you gonna punish me? You gonna tie me to the bed an’ spank me?”

Brooke’s gaze darkens. There’s a pause as she crawls up the bed, hovers over Vanessa with her face close. Vanessa keeps her own eyes sparkling as she stays still, challenging her to see if she’ll crack even though she wants to grab her jaw and kiss her with the same intensity they’d shown each other earlier.

“Brooke Lynn’s jeal-ous,” she sing-songs right in her face, and when Brooke pulls back she’s wearing a dark expression. Vanessa brings her hands up to rest on Brooke’s waist, traces the outline of her waistband.

And when Brooke leans over to the top drawer of her bedside table, Vanessa’s eyes widen as she instantly realises what she means.

She produces a wireless pink wand vibrator, and Vanessa’s body hotwires.

“Fuck.”

“Mm-hm,” Brooke murmurs, lips quirking in a smile. “You’re going to get punished for the stunt you decided to pull today.”

“Oh no, I hate orgasms! What a terrible punishment,” Vanessa smiles back at her, sarcastic and indulgent.

“Who says you’re going to be allowed to have any?” Brooke frowns.

Vanessa instantly realises her mistake.

“Wait…but-”

“Yeah. I’d suggest you better start being extra nice to me,” Brooke interrupts her, resting the wand down on the bed beside one of Vanessa’s thighs and hooking her fingers around the waistband of her underwear to tug it off. While this is happening Vanessa shuffles against the sheets in anticipation, something curling tightly in the pit of her stomach and the throbbing between her legs becoming impossible to ignore. She wants so badly to be touched, wants Brooke to feel how wet she is and for her eyes to go all wide when she realises she’s the one that’s got her this worked up, but instead of her fingers or her tongue she’s using that stupid fucking vibrator and she’s not even going to be allowed to come.

Fuck.

“Please, Brooke Lynn,” Vanessa pouts, letting a hand trail up Brooke’s thigh from where she’s positioned herself between her legs.

Brooke gives a short laugh. “You think you’re begging me now, wait until I get started.”

“Promise I’ll be good for you,” Vanessa insists, the end of her sentence almost getting cut off with a gasp as Brooke presses the wand against her. It’s not even switched on yet but it’s something that Vanessa can grind against, and she bucks her hips gently against the head.  

“If you want me to turn it on you better keep those hips still,” Brooke says quickly, and Vanessa groans in resignation, lies still like she’s been asked.

She’s rewarded with a soft hum and a gentle buzz against her slit, and she can’t help the moan of satisfaction she gives in response as Brooke holds the wand there for a few moments, letting Vanessa get used to it. After so much build-up it feels like heaven, and the feeling leaves Vanessa wondering how long she’s going to last.

Brooke starts to swipe the wand up and down against her; lazy, slow motions that leave Vanessa squirming against the mattress every time she feels the vibrations brush against her clit. It’s not helping that Vanessa can see Brooke’s own chest rising and falling increasingly quickly, her pink, flushed cheeks, her hair all unkempt from Vanessa running her fingers through it.

“This good, babe?” Brooke asks, her tone ragged and her voice hoarse. When she snaps her gaze up to meet Vanessa’s eyes her pupils are blown and black and it sends an arrow through Vanessa’s heart that instantly shatters it as if it’s a piñata full of confetti.

“Mm,” is all Vanessa can manage, along with a rapid nod against the pillow.

“Not quite hearing a yes or a no there,” Brooke raises an eyebrow. “Maybe I should just turn it off-”

“No, no, no, no! It’s good, it’s good, fuck, yes, please don’t stop,” Vanessa instantly reels off as if it’s a frantic prayer. Brooke’s probably the closest thing to religion she’s experienced in months.

“You sure? You sure Kameron wouldn’t do it better?” Brooke says teasingly, wiggling the vibrator against her clit as if to make a point and sending Vanessa into the stratosphere.

“No, I promise, I promise, babe, please, please, please,” she whines. She can hear herself pleading and she hopes it’ll help Brooke come round to the idea of letting her orgasm because if Brooke ups the setting on her wand then there’s no way she’s going to be able to exercise any form of restraint.

Brooke switches back to slowly sliding the vibrator against her, and Vanessa can feel Brooke’s grip on her thigh tighten.

“Fuck, I can see how wet you are from here.”

Vanessa feels herself throb, her body responding to Brooke’s words before she can. She fists both her her hands into the sheets, can’t see her knuckles but knows they’ve gone white. “You wanna taste me so bad.”

“So much,” Brooke pouts, nodding slowly. “But…you need to lie there and take your punishment.”

“Fuck. I miss when you were too shy to talk during sex,” Vanessa huffs, grumpy, and she’s immediately stopped from saying any more as the wand buzzes that little bit more intensely against her. Brooke brings it back up to her clit, rubs it in slow, small circles that drive Vanessa wild and render her almost incapable of thought.

“Sounds like you’re the one who can’t talk during sex,” Brooke deadpans, squeezing Vanessa’s thigh to punctuate her point.

She can feel how slick the wand is against her, only illustrating how wet she is. The hum of the vibrator and the gasps Vanessa can hear herself making are heightening her senses; it’s too much and not enough all at once. Both Brooke’s teasing and the sensation of the wand vibrating against her is making Vanessa’s inevitable orgasm build inside her, and it’s only a matter of time before she hits boiling point.

“Brooke- ah!- please…don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last…”

“Oh, no way,” Brooke says darkly, and in an instant the vibrator is off and Vanessa’s back is arching off the bed in frustration as she cries out in disappointment. “You don’t get to come yet, babe, not after the sass you just gave me.”

Vanessa instantly regrets opening her stupid mouth and teasing Brooke more than anything she’s ever regretted before in her life. She whines, reaches her hips up into the air as if she’s going to generate friction from nowhere, and Brooke’s pouting in mock-sympathy. Vanessa knows she could just spring up from her position against the bed, grab Brooke’s face and kiss her and pin her down and take the control back, but there’s part of her that knows how unbelievably satisfying it’s going to be when she does get to come if she’s this worked up already.

Brooke’s watching her with heavy-lidded eyes as she traces up her leg then fans her fingers out over her inner thigh and rubs her thumb against her clit. The contact makes Vanessa’s eyes almost roll into the back of her head; the wand has heightened her sensitivity and she’s by now so slick and wet from all of Brooke’s teasing that with every little rub of her thumb Vanessa can feel the fire between her thighs become completely out of control.

“God, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this to you every fucking day since Blackpool,” Brooke bites her lip, and Vanessa bucks against her thumb helplessly. “We’d be having to rehearse but all I wanted to do was just to make you beg for it again and again, fuck.”

“Should’ve told me.”

“Mm. I almost texted you about it. One of the nights I was lying in bed fucking myself with my fingers and remembering how good yours felt…remembering how you felt like fucking heaven underneath me…I could’ve sent you so many pictures that night…”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ you need to stop talking or I’m gonna come,” Vanessa squeezes her eyes shut. Brooke’s still teasing her clit and Vanessa knows she’s deliberately applying just not quite enough pressure. She’s so on edge and it feels like the most incredible form of torture.

“You want the wand back, sweetie?”

“Please, fuck, yes,” Vanessa begs, almost wanting to sob. When Brooke’s thumb gets replaced by the vibrating head of the wand she feels lightheaded, lets out a cry that she instantly knows Brooke’s neighbours will hear but she doesn’t care. Brooke’s teasing her badly, holding the wand against her, taking it away for a second, then replacing it, and Vanessa feels so sorry for herself that she starts pleading with her.

“Keep it on me, please,” she gasps out, and when she looks up at Brooke she’s smiling at her wickedly.

“Like this?”

Brooke ups the intensity the moment she makes contact and Vanessa can practically feel herself give a little gush against the wand. Her breath is coming in shallow gasps now, and she’s only just registering the fact that Brooke’s got her hand that isn’t holding the wand down under the waistband of her own underwear, playing with herself. There’s a light sheen of sweat against her chest that’s making her glow like an angel and the way her chest is rising and falling is mirroring Vanessa’s.

Vanessa now realises why people yell out declarations of love right in the middle of their orgasm.

“Why don’t you tell me how much you like it?” Brooke murmurs. Vanessa can see her bucking against her fingers and the sight makes her press herself down against the wand, the way the vibrations roll over her clit in waves making her want to scream.

“So much…so fucking much…”

“Anyone else gonna fuck you like me?”

“No, baby, no-one else, just you, fuck, only you,” Vanessa whimpers. She looks up at Brooke and the sight of her eyes closed in ecstasy, grinding against her fingers and her nipples hard through the fabric of her bra is enough to tip Vanessa on a very gradual decline over the edge. “Fuck, can I come, please?”

“Yes, babe, you can come.”

When Vanessa feels her clit sieze up then pulse frantically against the vibrations of the wand, she shouts out into the bedroom, the pace of her fuck, fuck, fuck in sync with the waves of her orgasm flooding through her body. Brooke holds the wand against her until she’s sure she’s finished and Vanessa can only lie against the mattress, completely worn out and exhausted, as she watches Brooke take the wand and hold it between her own legs, the thin material of her underwear dark between her legs as Vanessa realises just how wet Brooke must be as well.

And even though Vanessa’s too worn out to help her out in the way she wants to, it doesn’t stop her from sliding a lazy hand up her thigh. She takes a couple of shallow breaths before pouting up at Brooke.

“Aww. Did watching me get you too worked up, baby?”

“Mm-hm,” Brooke hums in reply, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she squeezes her eyes shut. It gives her an idea.

“Not used my mouth on you yet. Bet you wish I was doin’ it now.”

“Fuck, Vanessa, keep talking.”

“You don’t get to boss me around any more, princess. Keep talking what?”

Brooke’s face contorts into a frown as she ruts against the wand, eyes still closed. “Keep talking please.”

“Good girl,” Vanessa purrs, and she almost feels as if she could go for round two as she hears the way Brooke gasps in delight at the praise. “You want me to tell you how much I want to put my tongue between your legs and taste you and watch you come apart under me?”

“Ah…”

“Maybe you don’t want that, though. Maybe you want to sit on my face instead. Ride my tongue and shut me up so I can’t talk back to you and drip all over my face all dirty while I just lie there and take it like a good girl.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Brooke hisses out. Vanessa’s surprising herself with what’s coming out of her mouth and how absolutely filthy it all is but she’s going with it because she knows Brooke’s close.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“Fuck, want it so much.”

“You’re so close, aren’t you?”

“Vanessa…fuck, please…”

Vanessa regains enough strength to sit up and cup Brooke’s face with her hands, meeting her lips with her own and teasing her with a slow, deep kiss. Vanessa flicks her tongue inside her mouth and when she rubs it over Brooke’s she cries out against her lips, her moans almost-but-not-quite swallowed by Vanessa’s kiss as she comes.

Brooke breaks away as she falls against the mattress and Vanessa follows her, lying down beside her and gently switching the wand off. They lay there in silence, Brooke’s gasps and the buzzing in Vanessa’s ears the only things she can still focus on until Brooke reaches out a hand to curl around one of Vanessa’s. Vanessa throws a leg over Brooke, pulls her closer so that Vanessa can rest her head against her chest and feel her frantic heartbeat.

“Fuck me,” Brooke whispers breathlessly, and Vanessa lets out a chuckle.

“What, again? Thought you’d at least want a break first.”

“Shut up,” Brooke giggles. There’s a pause as she presses her lips to Vanessa’s head, mouths something Vanessa can’t hear or see. Then she mutters again, a little louder. “You’re so amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” Vanessa replies childishly, though the way Brooke’s chest judders against her in a laugh Vanessa assumes she doesn’t mind. She flinches a little as Brooke’s stomach gives a loud rumble. “Oh yeah. Forgot you were meant to be making dinner.”

“Hey, I have made dinner thank you very much! It’s in the slow cooker. Cuban beef and rice if that’s okay?” Brooke asks, and Vanessa doesn’t miss the little nervous tone in her voice. It’s adorable.

“Sure it is.”

Brooke lends Vanessa some pyjamas to shove on in lieu of the outfit she’d arrived in, and Vanessa’s heart swells a little at the implication that she’s going to be staying over. She’s not sure if she’ll try and breach the subject of what they are tonight- the evening is already so perfect and Vanessa doesn’t want to ruin anything, especially not when they’re curled up on the sofa with bowls of warm food in their laps and laughing guiltily at the way Jan is sobbing because she and Jackie have become the latest ones to leave the competition after a tense dance-off with Crystal and Gigi.  

“It’ll be a close final, though. Like that’s everyone been in the bottom now,” Vanessa contemplates, tilting her head in thought from her position at the other side of the sofa. Brooke nods, then snorts again.

“God. I feel for Jan, but she just has such a memeable crying face. Like Kim K,” Brooke snorts again, as some ridiculous BBC One gameshow that seems to be based around celebrities strapped into a wheel starts in the background.

“Jan’ll be fine. She’ll recover, she’s a big girl. She’s got Jackie anyway,” Vanessa shrugs. Brooke hums in response, and then there’s a palpable silence that fills the room, almost like Brooke is about to say something. Vanessa waits.

“So today got me thinking,” Brooke finally says, reaching out and curling her fingers around Vanessa’s. Her eyes are in her lap and she’s not meeting her gaze. Vanessa is, in every sense, on the edge of her seat.

“Uh-huh?”

“When I saw those pictures of you and Kameron,” Brooke continues, the reminder making Vanessa’s heart drop. “I got so envious…and then I thought, well…what’s the only way I can make sure Vanessa’s just mine?”

Brooke finally looks at her, and every fibre of Vanessa’s being lifts in hope. “So, uh, I was wondering…if you would want to be my girlfriend.”

And when Vanessa blinks, she can see fireworks explode behind her eyes. She’s unable to help the huge, dumb smile that breaks out on her face as she blushes shyly, gives a nod.

“‘Course I would, baby.”

The smile that bursts onto Brooke’s face mirrors her own, and Vanessa can’t help but lean in and pepper Brooke’s face with kisses, wrap her arms around her in a cuddle.

“Officially yours, now,” Vanessa smiles excitedly, as she rests her head against Brooke’s chest. She can’t see Brooke’s face, but she knows she’s smiling too.

And suddenly, a little sentence appears in Vanessa’s head, three very small and simple words that she’s not thought about in a long time but just make sense in that moment. She looks up at Brooke, meets her gaze and feels her heart thump.

Maybe she can save that for another day.

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Written in the Stars (Hero Bonus Chapter 1.2)

This chapter takes place between the events of chapters 6 and 7. I will be adding more bonus chapter of events that do not take place in the original Hero story, though I hope you all still enjoy reading them.

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Kenji checked his phone again, wincing as he read the time; 11:30 it said. He groaned and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. Grayson had told him to show up at The Grand at 11:00, which meant he was late, and on his first day no less. He just hoped he hadn't disappointed the young heir… or Alyssa.   

A light blush crept up the back of his neck and tinted his cheeks as he thought of the young doe-eyed girl he had met only a few days ago. He didn’t quite know how to describe her; she was unlike anyone he’d ever met. When they had first crossed paths at the gala, or rather when Alyssa had fallen into his arms, Kenji instantly felt intrigued by her. He didn’t know what exactly made her so interesting at that time, only that he wanted to find out more about her. And that sense of fear that pierced him when he saw her touch the Prism Crystal, when he heard her scream, when she collapsed… Not even watching his skin miraculously turn to bronze right before his eyes compared to how he had felt when he thought of the possibility of this girl whom he didn’t even know being harmed, or worse. He didn’t even know the true reason why he had snuck into the hospital to leave her those flowers, or what had made him write that note; all he knew was that he needed to be sure she was alright. He didn’t think he would ever see her again, even when Grayson offered him a job as the manager of some nightclub he had given possession of to his executive assistant. Kenji would’ve been lying if he said that seeing Alyssa again hadn’t been a pleasant surprise.

Right away, he could tell Alyssa was the type of person that others grew fond of rather quickly. The way Grayson spoke to and of her, how gentle he was with her, Kenji could tell that he deeply cared for the young girl. It didn’t take him long to figure out why. Alyssa stated that the only reason she accepted ownership of The Grand was to help the people living in Bayside. She was even willing to give up her pay to ensure that he would accept the job offer. Kenji honestly felt a twinge of guilt when she had told him this. When Grayson had approached him with the job offer, he had only been interested in the pay and the possibility of proving himself to his mother. Her reasons were much more sincere and selfless, and that had made him ashamed of his own selfish desires. His guilt proceeded to grow as he became aware of how uncomfortable he had made Alyssa with his constant flirting, then proceeded to make things worse by persuading her to not only throw a party at The Grand, but to attend it as well. He was surprised when she had given him a second chance to show her the type of person he wanted her to see him as: himself. He didn’t know why, but he had told her about his father, how his death had started a rift between him and his mother, and how he proceeded to drive them further apart with his carefree nature. He had never been so open with anyone before. But Alyssa… well, she was different. What’s more, was that she had also been affected by the Prism Crystal. While Kenji was well aware he couldn’t possibly be the only super in the city, he felt a sense of comfort knowing she was just like him and was a friend rather than a foe. While Kameron wasn’t an enemy, Kenji could tell he had no intention to befriend him; he had named himself Poeas for a reason. But that sense of protectiveness that surged through him when Caleb had threatened her, the way he had rushed into the burning DMV with no other thought than to save her, and the way he felt when he stared into her eyes… He didn’t know how to describe those feelings or why he had had them. All he knew was that she had caused them, and he needed to know why.

He hesitantly pushed the door open, feeling much like a student who had shown up late for class. Grayson beamed brightly as approached the young man.

“Kenji! Speak of the devil.”

Kenji almost didn’t recognize him; it was strange to see the son of Silas Prescott dressed nothing more than a long-sleeved grey top and worn-out jeans.

Kenji smiled sheepishly at the young heir. “Hey, Grayson. Sorry I’m late.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s only your first day. The construction crew will be doing most of the renovating; you and I will be discussing how you’ll run The Grand once it’s opened,” Grayson told him as he led Kenji around the room.

Kenji nodded, though he wasn’t quite listening to Grayson. His eyes were fixed on Alyssa, who was helping two other crew members peel off the old wallpaper. She looked radiant with her white button-up knotted shirt and jean shorts, messy braid, and a bright smile. He was so distracted by her that he didn’t notice the buckets of paint on the floor until he tripped right over them.

“Woah!”

Every head turned to Kenji and he fell to the floor with a loud thud that seemed to echo off the walls. Grayson and Alyssa immediately appeared at his side, pulling him to his feet.

“Are you okay?” Alyssa asked, frowning worriedly.

Kenji felt a warm blush creep up the back of his neck. “I, uh, y-yeah. Thanks… No need to worry about me.”

“Are you sure? That looked like it hurt.”

“I’m sure Kenji will be alright,” Grayson told her before turning to Kenji. “Just had a little sunshine in your eyes, right?”

“Uh, yeah!” Kenji nodded frantically. “T-that’s it!”

Alyssa nodded, though she was still frowning. “Well, if you say so…”

Kenji waited until she was out of earshot before shooting a grateful glance at Grayson. “Thanks for helping me out back there.”

Grayson gave a soft chuckle as he led Kenji over to the booth in the far corner, the one he and Alyssa had sat together in Kenji noticed.

“No problem. And don’t worry, jokes tend to go over Alyssa’s head.”

Kenji frowned at the young heir as he slid into the booth. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Grayson smirked down at him. “Well, I guess it’s only fair for me to be honest with you… Alyssa’s friends and family like to call her ‘Sunshine’.”

Kenji gaped at Grayson for about a minute before slamming his head onto the table and letting out a dismal groan. He sat back up and rubbed his sore temple as Grayson quietly slid into to seat across from him, staring him down with a steely gaze.

“I have to as: is there a reason why you find my executive assistant distracting?”

Kenji eyed him warily. “... Is there an issue with that?”

Grayson’s gaze hardened, causing him to flinch. “That depends on your answer. I’d advise you to think very carefully about what you tell me, and don’t try lying. It won’t work, and it definitely won’t help you.”

Kenji swallowed hard. He had already made an enemy out of Kameron by not thinking about his words, he didn’t want to make the same mistake with Grayson. But how could he tell his boss that he was attracted to his executive assistant who, despite being a legal adult, was noticeably younger than him? He suspected his reputation would do more harm than good in this case; he could already see all the ways the thought of the local playboy making eyes at a sheltered eighteen-year-old girl could land him in hot water.

“I’m not sexually attracted to her if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said after a moment.

Grayson’s eyes narrowed slightly. “But…?”

Kenji sighed. “But, I’ll admit that I have noticed her.”

“... I won’t deny that she’s an attractive young lady--”

“That’s not what I meant. I mean I do think she’s pretty, very pretty, but that’s not the reason I’m drawn to her.”

Grayson raised an eyebrow, but made not indication to stop him.

“She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met,” Kenji said softly. “She’s kind, genuine, caring, and the most selfless person I’ve ever met… I feel like I can be myself around her, even though I’m not so sure I know who I am anymore.” He met Grayson’s gaze, hoping the young heir could see how honest his words were. “I can’t tell you why I feel this way about her, I don’t even know why. All I know is that I want to know more about her… almost like I need to.”  

He waited for Grayson to say something, but the young heir only stared him down. It was almost as if he were looking into his very soul. After a long pause, Grayson gave a loud snort, startling Kenji.

“I really hope you don’t plan on being this cheesy with Alyssa.”

Kenji blinked. “Wait, what?”

Grayson’s stony facade faded away as a warm smile broke across his face. His shoulders shook as he tried to muffle his laughter, his eyes sparkling.

“Were you this scared with Kameron, or am I really that intimidating?”

“... You were messing with me, weren’t you?”

Grayson only grinned as he rose from his seat. Kenji did the same, shaking his head.

“I’m such an idiot.”

“Maybe, but at least I know you’re an idiot with a good heart.”

“... I don’t know if that was a compliment or not.”

Grayson laughed. “All I’m saying is that now I know I can trust you with Alyssa.”

A small smile curved Kenji’s lips, but it quickly faded. Grayson noticed this and frowned.

“Is something wrong?”

Kenji sighed and bit his lip. “I don’t know where to start. I’ve never… well...”

“Are you trying to tell me that you’ve never talked to a girl before? Or even dated one?”

“It’s not that,” Kenji told him. He threw the blonde a smirk. “And bold of you to assume that I have a preference.”

Grayson chuckled. “Fair enough.”

“It’s just that I’ve never felt a connection to anyone before,” Kenji continued. “I mean, some were better than others, but there was nothing really there.”

“Still, you at least have some experience.”

“Like I said, Alyssa’s different. Besides… no matter what I do, I just make a fool out of myself in front of her. How am I even supposed to talk to her?”

Grayson glanced thoughtfully at Alyssa. After a brief moment, he smiled.

“Don’t.”

Kenji stared at the heir, clearly thrown off by his reply. Grayson’s smile widened as he elaborated.

“Write to her.”

Kenji nodded slowly. “Okay… yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

***

“I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t!”

“Kenji—”

“What if this doesn’t work? What if she laughs at me, or thinks I’m an idiot? Or what if—”

“Kenji, breathe!”

Kenji inhaled deeply as his eyes shifted nervously from Grayson to where Alyssa was standing.

“Maybe I should try tomorrow…”

“That’s what you said yesterday,” Grayson deadpanned. “Besides, tomorrow is Saturday. She’ll be volunteering at the hospital.”

“... I thought she volunteered at the homeless shelter?”

“She switches between the two every other weekend.”

Kenji nodded as he twisted the note in his hands. The two men lapsed into an awkward silence as the younger shifted nervously.

“... Nope, can’t do this.”

Grayson rolled his eyes. Usually, a gentle nudge would be enough help… but in this case, Kenji needed a hard shove. And that’s exactly what Grayson gave him.

Kenji yelped as he was pushed towards Alyssa. The young girl gave out a startled gasp as Kenji nearly knocked her over, sending them clumsily stumbling into the bar. Both stammered apologies to each other as they steadied themselves, each trying to avoid the other’s eyes. Kenji shot Grayson a weak glare while the young heir merely smirked. With a sigh, Kenji held the note out to Alyssa.

“I, uh… t-this is for you.”

Alyssa eyed Kenji curiously before accepting the note from him. Lavender tinted her cheeks as she silently read the words on the paper.

Is there anything I can do to get to know you?

She shyly glanced back at Kenji before taking out the pencil tucked behind her ear and writing down a reply under his words. Once she had finished, she handed the note back to him and fidgeted with the pencil nervously. Kenji read her reply, feeling the weight on his shoulders lighten ever so slightly.

Do you like stargazing?

He took a pen out of his pocket and quickly scribbled down a reply.

My dad and I used to do it all the time.

He let Alyssa read what he had wrote and patiently waited as she scribbled something down. She pushed the paper back towards him so he could see what she had written.

Would you like to stargaze with me?

When?

Sometime soon?

Kenji thought for a moment, then wrote down three words.

How about tonight?

Alyssa blushed as she read his reply, then wrote down her answer.

Okay.

A soft smile curved Kenji’s lips as he reply before turning directly to her. “So… after work then?”

Alyssa returned his smile. “Sounds good.”

***

The rest of the day seemed to crawl by at a snail’s pace. Kenji found it antagonizing to be so aware of how slowly time could move, but at long last, the day had ended and his date with Alyssa began. A short taxi ride later, he and Alyssa strolled down the path to the city’s park in comfortable silence. He glanced over at the young girl beside him, unable to not admire the way the moonlight seemed to make her skin glow, illuminating her lovely features. The park was nearly empty aside from an aged couple feeding a small flock of crows. The two looked up as they approached, a blissful smile on her face.

“Ah, what a lovely young pair you two make,” the woman sighed. She smiled over at her companion. “Remember how we looked at each other the same way when we were their age, dear?”

Kenji felt his face warm up as a light shade of lavender tinted Alyssa’s cheeks. “Oh! Um… w-we, uh, we’ve only known each other for a couple of days…”

The man gave a warm chuckle. “Well, you had us fooled.” He gave the woman a light peck on the cheek. “And you know what they say about love at first sight.”

The lavender on Alyssa’s cheeks grew darker as the two stood and started to leave. A sudden look of realization flashed across her face as she quickly turned to the old couple. “Oh! Before you go, do you have any leftover crumbs or seeds?” she asked them.

The man smiled as he took out a small bag and gently placed it in the young girl’s hands. Alyssa thanked him before pouring a small bit into her hands and heading over to the crows.

“You're a lucky young man,” the man told Kenji. “That girl right there is a true flower. Take care of that little petal, you hear? Treat her right.”

Kenji nodded and watched as the couple ambled away. Little petal, huh? He glanced over at Alyssa, a small smile curling his lip. It seemed to suit her. He made his way over to her, just catching her conversation with one of the lager crows.

“I’m really sorry about crashing into you and your family again,” she was saying. “I’m not really all that used to flying. I’ll try to be more careful in the future, promise.”

The crow tilted its head as if she were considering her words, then turned to the young chick nestled under her wing. He chirped curiously up at Alyssa, then hopped into her hand and began eagerly pecking at the mixture of crumbs and seeds in her hand. His mother seemed to accept his answer, and the others soon followed the suit.

“They seem to like you,” Kenji commented as he crouched down next to her. He tilted his head slightly. “What were you apologizing to them about?”

Alyssa gave him a sheepish glance. “You remember that flock of crows we crashed into that night at The Grand?”

“... Wait, that was them?!”

Alyssa nodded. “Well, that wasn’t the first time I crashed into them.”

Kenji chuckled along with Alyssa as they watched the crows finish up the crumbs and fly away. They stood and made their way to grassy spot where the they could clearly see the stars glittering above them and laid side by side. A thoughtful look crossed Alyssa’s face as she hesitantly glanced at Kenji.

“Do you believe in stuff like that?”

“Like what?”

Alyssa blushed. “True love, soulmates… love at first sight?”

Kenji raised an eyebrow at her, then shrugged. “I don’t really know… never thought about it actually. What about you?”

“I believe in true love and in soulmates, romantic and non-romantic ones.”

“And love at first sight?”

“... Kinda. I mean, I don’t really believe in the concept of automatically falling in love with someone at first glance… I think it’s more like a want or need to get to know that person and slowly realizing that it’s because some part of you knew you’d fall in love with them if you got to know them.”

Kenji nodded. “I guess that makes sense… I believe in at least having a connection to someone.”

“Have you?”

The question caught him off guard. “What?”

“Have you ever felt connected to anyone?”

“Um… not really, no… You?”

Alyssa shook her head. “No one’s ever really been interested in me.”

Kenji scoffed. “I don’t believe that.”

“... Well, I guess there were a few boys who tried flirting with me, but Kameron always scared them off.”

“Now that I believe.”

The two of them dissolve into laughter. Alyssa bit her lip, then shyly smiled at Kenji.

“I’m… I’m really glad we did this. I like spending time with you.”

Kenji felt his heart flutter at her words. “I like spending time with you, too. Do you… do you think we can do this again? Hang out, I mean?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Really?”

Alyssa nodded. “Mmhm.”

Kenji beamed brightly, then blinked when he realized how close he was to Alyssa. “Oh! Um…”

He felt a blush creep up his neck as Alyssa’s cheeks turned lavender. The two offered each other shy smiles as they pulled away, though both felt a slight bit of regret for doing so.

“...It’s getting pretty late,” Alyssa hesitantly said. “I better get home before Kameron starts worrying.”

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” Kenji rose to his feet, then offered his hand to Alyssa. “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

She smiled up at him and accepted his hand. He couldn’t help but noticed how small and soft and warm her hand felt in his own as he helped her to her feet.

“So, where do you live, Little Petal?”

Kenji’s eyes widened when he realized what he had said. Alyssa tilted her head slightly.

“... Little Petal?”

“I… I, uh…” Kenji could feel his face heating up. “That guy, from earlier… t-that’s what he called you. I-I just thought it suited you, but I didn’t… I…”

He covered his face. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize. I… I like it.”

“...Really?”

He felt Alyssa take his hand and pull it away from his face so that he could see her smiling.

“Yeah… It’s sweet.” Kenji sighed in relief, then cleared his throat. “So, uh… which way do you…”

“This way.”

“Okay.”

The two started down the street, both feeling warm and at peace in the company of the other as the stars glittered above them. To them, the whole night seemed to be a bit brighter, though perhaps they would have thought otherwise if one of them had noticed a darkly clad figure watching them from above a nearby roof, scowling as he watched them continue on their path.

[metapikakirby42]

RPDR S10 EP6 Thoughts

Stunning <3

Bye Mayhem. May we see you on All Stars.

“Hey, your talent is in the bottom two...”

See, Sitting on a Secret is a fucking masterpiece

Lol Monique's laugh

This is a great mini-challenge. Bless miss Alexis (the producers) for providing good mini-challenges again.

WHAT A WASTE OF CAKE q.q

Can I just say...Monique and Asia are just the dynamic duo aren’t they? <3

“Bitch I came into this competition with glitter and Jesus” What an icon

Every episode has VANJIE

Lol bryce getting a padded makeover. Eureka is doing really well!

Oh my god poor Bryce XD. Monique is killing it!

Asia...why would you do that to Aquaria XD

Lol at RuPaul....

oh wow....Miz Cracker’s group....yawwwwwwwn

Vixen.....why you acting like Eureka? 

OOOOOO HATS <3

Kameron Michaels - OMG I love it. TOOT. Space age cosplay woman of the galactic nebula.

Monet - FINALLY. Something interesting. The print is very artsy and the hat feels super fashion-y. She’s like an elegant church lady XD. Toot.

Eureka - simple but super clean. The print is pleasing. The black capelet is a nice touch. The hat works. Very elegant detective. Toot.

Aquaria - I LOVE IT. Fashion playboy bunny meets magician. You know if she had a bow. Somewhere...it would help give just a touch of femme that would make it perfect for me. Like the androgynous look. But I want a bow....or maybe a cottontail? Toot.

Monique - She definitely made it work. I don’t think it’s enough to make her beat Eureka. But I really love it. The shiny fabric of her gown, which looks pretty awesome for making it at the werqroom, complements her hat really well.

ASIA - SHOOT. YES. THIS IS AMAZING. DANDELION? GAGGED. Beautiful. stunning. best look of the night. That gown is perfect too.

Miz Cracker - Understated yet classy. I love my fair lady....well...the play. I read that in High School and LOVED IT. The bows are wonderful accents. The hat is cute. I think she looks fancy. Toot.

Blair St. Clair - I like it. It's so cuuuuuuuuuuuute. The hair does it for me. It’s like pure innocent belle at a picnic ready to find love but ends up meeting white trash. Lol toot.

The Vixen - You had me until I saw the bra. DID YOU MISUNDERSTAND THE ASSIGNMENT? lol. no. boot. Because of that bra...I can’t enjoy this fantasy. A bedazzled pasty would have sent this to Grace Jones for me. If I ignore the bra tho....it’s a toot. Fashion.

 Asia getting extra props from Ru...deserves it. Poor Monique doesn’t get props :(

Blair vs. Vixen?

LOL WAT. NO. BLAIR. STOP. YOU GIVING US TEAR RACE q.q  welp....she’s saved. I guess it’s Cracker vs. Vixen...

Eureka wins. I’m betting...

...and I was right. Where’s my pit crew member for happy fun time? And I want the thai pit crew...

So it is Blair vs. Vixen. I’m so sorry Blair...

OH MY GOD. IT IS THE GAY ANTHEM XD. Lips sync songs on point!

LOL. VIXEN HELD NOTHING BACK. Poor blair q.q

Imagine if cracker did this lipsync tho...I would have been cackling...

Blair did way better than I expected and her leave is bittersweet. YOU MADE IT HENNY! We do declare, we love some Blair!

SNATCH GAME NEXT WEEK <3

[chrisv73-blog]

Secrets - Part 2

Word Count: 3300

Warnings: NSWF (Smut)

Writer notes: Its not perfect and I've been messing with this too long so I'm ready to start Part 3. I just need to post it at this point. It's kind of all over the place....hope u like. Also no hate please. Constructive feedback is appreciated.

I need to apologize. I’ll text her, no I’ll call her.

No, it’s not as if I can call to chitchat. We don’t do that anymore. I no longer call to share stories about my life on the road because we only did that when we were together.

I stare daggers at my phone and fight very hard the urge to throw it at the wall. Fuck, why did I have to kiss her last night?

Instead I march right back into the studio, past the technician sitting at the soundboard. I push hard on the door to the live recording room and grab the nearest guitar. I strap it over my shoulder. I push my hands through my hair in frustration grabbing my headband to fold it up over my curls.

Without even looking through the window into the control room I can feel a few sets of eyes on me. I can tell the boys are watching me, quizzical, wondering what is going on as I begin playing.

But I don’t care who is watching, I just focus on the walls, the floors, the microphone so close to my face, and listen to the beats already forming, the chords coming together, the melody of my anger at myself- everything falling into place, as I play my guitar.

Forty minutes later I have several torn scribbled pages laying on the stand in front of me. I piece together the guitar licks and layer the words on top, raw like the notes are my emotions. Here, she is my muse.

If I was going to be an asshole I might as well go for the title of biggest asshole of the year, write a song about her. About us, if we are an -us.

Later that night I’m on my balcony listening to potential new songs and sound bites for the new album. My mind flashes to her like it often does. At the release of my second album Illuminate I thought I was happy with Kameron. That was back when I thought I knew what love was. But I was a fool and I got scared, so I let her go, and these stupid love songs sound foolish now. It’s not that she stopped being on my mind during the past two years, it’s that when you cease sharing the cute little stories with each other because you’re on break - eventually the break becomes permanent. Correction! I made our break permanent. I fucked up and now I was paying the price. Now she’s a mystery, but how I feel about her is about to be an open book.

Begin Flashback

Unable to process everything that Andrew had just asked her Kameron just stood silent. A fucking non-disclosure agreement! It had been less than 12 hours ago when Shawn asked for a break in his parent’s driveway after a dinner party. When he called this morning she had been hoping for reconciliation, hoping he’d changed his mind.

“I’m going home,” she said as she walked out his door to the elevator. Shawn grabbed her hand and stopped her.

“Please stay. I don’t want you to drive like this and we should talk some more.” There was urgency in his voice and eyes.

Kam pulled out of his grasp. “Clearly there are things that you have already discussed with your management team,” she snapped as she stepped into the elevator. “I think we covered this all yesterday Shawn, why did you bring me here.”

Kameron couldn’t help but look up at Shawn. There was no use in trying to hide her hurt over his deception. Shawn was trying to make sure that she would stay quiet.

“Kameron,” he said.

Kameron just shook her head and pushed the button. It was taking every fiber of her being not to break down completely in front of him. Tears pricked at the backs of her eyes but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing how much they had gotten to her. Right as the doors started to seal she delivered a message, “Tell Andrew all your secrets are safe.”

However, once the doors closed, she didn’t bother hiding her feelings. Tears rained down her face.

End Flashback

Frustrated I set down my glass on the balcony and tried calling her one more time. I had already tried twice this evening and she didn’t answer either time. It had been two long years of regret and no girl came close to Kam. I realized immediately that I had made the biggest mistake of my life as I walked to my room, sunk down on my bed and cried after that elevator closed. That elevator closing became the metaphor of our relationship. Only another door never opened for me.

I took painstaking measures to try and cut her out of my life. Never once had I gone to any of the restaurants we used to frequent. I changed dry cleaners and stopped talking with friends who would constantly bring up old memories. Even still, Kam constantly was on my mind. Every time I would smell her perfume on a woman walking by, every time I heard certain songs on the radio or laughed at the cheesy super bowl ads; I saw Kam.

Exhaustion set in, so after a long steam shower I crawled into my 800 thread count pima cotton sheets. Lying in bed I thought about her changing into paper-thin night shorts and one of my t-shirts like she used to, her nipples perky and stiff underneath, no bra. My mouth was salivating, god how I dreamt of sucking on her nipples again, her creamy skin and rosy peaks such a deep shade of pink.

If this was wrong, I didn’t care. I took my cock and began to stroke myself like I had so many other nights before. Am I the asshole? Should I leave her alone, forget her, and let her continue to move on with her life. At this moment, I don’t care. I want her back.

Telling myself that she wasn’t being harmed any more emotionally during this process I kept at my sexual fantasy. I needed to get rid of the frustration that had been building prior to seeing her again. Matt warned me she looked good, but not that damn good.

Reaching down I palmed my cock. Panting, I stroked slow building up rhythm my other hand rubbing my balls as I thought of her hot, wet pussy. I remembered the way she smelled when our bodies were close, how much she always wanted me and the way her ass would bounce up and down in my hands. I was already imagining her over me, sliding inside her, thrusting and pulling back, only to go deep once more, stretching her, fully naked as she rode my cock.

Suddenly my fantasy took a left turn and Kam was on her knees. She slid her tongue in a slow tight circle across my crown that was already wet and ready for her mouth. Then she lowered her jaw and took me in fully. I felt my balls tighten and my thighs tense. I rutted desperately into my hands picturing her full lips sliding up and down my shaft. Like some teenager that first discovered dad’s playboy, before he could even grab a tissue, cum shot onto my abs as I gasped for breathe.  That had to be a record.

Next Day

After talking with Matt and his girlfriend I decided the easiest way to make Kam comfortable enough to want me again was to show her I’ve changed. I’d have a party and invite all our old friends when were us- Shawn & Kam, to meet my new friends. I want everyone important in my life to love her.

Currently I was standing in her kitchen hoping that she didn’t ruin all my plans. I just asked her to be my date to my party, what she didn’t know was the party was actually- her party.

I just stared at her, smiling at her beauty. She clasped her hands in her lap and looked down.

“Nope, can’t. I got to wash my hair”

“That’s a lie”

“I got to take my Mom to the airport.”

“Another lie, wow, you’ve become quite the little fibber.”

She raised her eyebrows a little, scrunching her button nose. “What’s the matter Mendes you’ve never been turned down before?” Reaching for her water bottle she took a pull of water wetting her lips continuing to stare at me. Talk about impenetrable, Kam was tough.

I reached out and touched one of the rips on her heather grey t-shirt dress, right where it rested over her collarbone. The material lifted and I felt the heat of her skin meeting my fingers right along the edge, she shivered. “The t-shirt gods must have heard my prayer.” I smirked. “I want you to sleep in my shirt.”

Shawn saw the apprehension wash over her face as she nervously pulled at the label of her water bottle before he stepped forward to grab it and set it aside.

“Shawn, you terrify me.” She declared with honesty.

“Likewise. Please stop worrying about tomorrow, just enjoy the party,” Shawn begged.

Her head tipped back in nervous laughter as she settled back into her cool exterior. “You’re funny, talented, you should be a comic.”

God his hand felt good there. His eyes darkened and the smirk lingered on his lips. “I have lots of talents, singer, play the guitar, good kisser… even better lover she thought."

“But I mean it. I’d love a date for my party Friday night. Kam, no one knows what’s going to happen from one day to the next, but if the world were to end tomorrow, there’s no place I’d rather be than right here with you. That tells me everything I need to know. I fucked it up, not you, but I’m asking for a second chance. I’m trying to make this right.”

She stopped and received his message. He wasn’t leering at her because he was interested in a friend, a sidekick or a companion. Shawn wanted a date. A shot. Shawn wanted hope. Her body reacted to his straightforwardness and for a moment she didn’t trust herself to speak.

Clearing her throat she pulled her eyes away from him, “Uh, its Friday night right?”

“Yep”

“I don’t know if I can get off, that’s one of my busiest nights at the bar and I really…” she stopped herself from revealing anything more about her current financial situation.

Shawn still had his hand on her collarbone and took that opportunity to reach in and pull her closer to him. The clothing felt like nothing now. There was no barrier between them. Looking down at her face he was unable to tear his hand away. He knew she felt this electric pull between them.

“I’d like you to be my date to my party Kam.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with his other hand. When she looked up Shawn let his hand fall away from her ear, but still held onto her tightly. He was bold and didn’t want to move an inch before he had his answer from her.

“Um okay, I’ll ask Melissa to cover.”

The corner of his mouth lifted into a grin and his glimmering eyes moved to her lips. “Is that something like a yes?”

“Mmmm-hmmm”, she started to tease, but then Shawn dropped his head and his lips were on hers.

She gasped. The pleasure was immediate.

Her mouth was gentle, but he felt her reaction so he applied pressure. His touch grew more demanding until she was kissing him back. She wanted more and he groaned. His hand slid around to the back of her neck as he held her in his grip his mouth exploring hers, opening over and slipping inside.

Her small hands grasped his shoulders and he reveled in the sensation of her tiny fingers pushing up into his scalp fingering his curls. Need shot through his entire body.

Her arms slid under his shirt and moved over his back. His muscles trembled under her hands the feeling was intoxicating. She had power over him and yet she wanted more. Pulling back he studied her face.

She was panting lightly and so was he.

Shawn’s big hands caught the backs of her thighs and he lifted her up. Now sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, he parted her legs and stood right between them. Within seconds she had wrapped her firm thighs around his torso tucking her heels into his ass. Another groan timbered his voice as Shawn began trailing kisses down her throat and over the thin t-shirt material covering her breasts. No bra. He noticed earlier that her breasts were full, nipples pinched. The dress was a barrier and he wanted it gone, but he didn’t want to make her afraid. Slowly Shawn traced one hand along her thigh skimming the hem line.

“Shawn”, she gasped as her hands tumbled into his hair with a gentle tug.

As Shawn continued to suckle her breast he looked up from her now wet T-shirt. Wrecked and ruined her eyes pleaded for relief.

He nodded at her, knowing exactly what she needed without words. Sliding his hands up the sides of her thighs he waited, rested his hands on her hips for a second underneath her dress, silently asking permission. As he continued to hold her gaze one of his hands moved lower and his finger slid inside her thong.

Her entire body jerked, exploding at his touch. She didn’t climax, but she almost did. She clamped around him as he buried his finger inside her. He pulled out the finger just a bit and then leaned down to kiss her as she hitched herself closer around his waist. His finger moved in and out, again and again. He kept going. She was helpless against his onslaught and didn’t want him to stop. Shawn could feel her trembling but she didn’t cum, not yet. She wanted to wait, to hold off- but Shawn never stopped. In and out, slide in, pull out and back again.

“Shawn”. Her lips brushed over his.

Shawn kept going.

“Shawn, please.”

“Please what, baby?” His voice was just as thick and hoarse as hers.

She tried to grab his wrists to pause his finger fucking. In response, he went in even deeper and even slipped in a second finger. She could only gasp, mouth hanging wide open as the pleasure went through her. Wave after wave coursed through her coating Shawn’s fingers.

“Shawn- oh my God!”

Shawn lifted his lips to her ear and panted in desperation voice stiff with tension, “Let go, please, sweetheart.” He kissed and sucked on her ear mouthing wet heavy kisses on her neck.

“You’re not finished baby let me do this for you.” Just then Shawn slipped a third finger in stretching her even further than she had been in so long. His fingers moved together, going deep, sliding back, going in again and picking up the pace.

She was breathing heavily, panting loudly into the room, his name coming from her lips like a prayer over and over again. He pushed his thumb over her clit and gave a few more hard thrusts of his fingers and she soared over the edge clawing at his back in desperation. Tremors wracked her body and he held her as she rode each wave until she was completely satisfied.

10 minutes later

“Shawn what is it you want from me?”

“In what way? Right now, out of life, us? Be specific Kam.”

“Well what do you really want right now at this very moment?” Tying her hands up on her lap she stared him proudly in the face not ashamed of what they had just done.

“You won’t fault me for my answer?”

“As long as it is truly what you’re thinking….no.”

His voice was blunt and assertive. “I really want your tongue on my cock.”

Yup, he’d lost it. He was about to get slapped.

Her eyelashes flickered seductively, her thighs still moist and slick with need.

Clearing the frog in her throat, “Um, what else?”

That’s interesting, this is new.

“After you take me into your mouth, I want to strip you naked and eat your pussy right before I fuck you from behind with your hands plastered against this counter.” Shawn pushed off the counter and leaned toward her.

“Then what.” She whispered breathlessly.

“I want to come inside of you”. Shawn groaned shifting his cock in his pants which was now hard and leaking.

“Then,” She smirked.

Shawn just now realized she held the upper hand. Her eyes sparkled with mischief; he’d seen that look before.

“Then….we eat pizza in bed naked”, he laughed deep in his belly. “You’re fucking with me aren’t you? I’m not getting in your pants today am I.”

She hopped off the counter. “Nope, but I made you sweat a bit lover boy. Thanks for the finger fuck it was just like old times. Now it’s time for you to go because I got class.”

“That’s cold Kam! You’re just going to leave me with the biggest set of blue balls.”

“Payback is a bitch.” She channeled her inner Regina George and stalked confidently out of the kitchen to open the front door for Shawn.

"Next time bring flowers," she smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek. She closed the door, shock still evident on Shawn's face.

Friday Night

I slipped on the little black slip dress with the crisscrossed straps in the back and stared at myself in the mirror. Long blonde hair, curves, round booty and lips that I always thought were much too full.

In fact when I was a teenager I’d tried to find ways to make them appear smaller, especially when Tommy Childers had teased me at a party with a cruel comment in 10th grade, telling everyone that I had “cock sucking lips.” I’d been mortified at the time, and even to this day, still felt a little self-conscious about them.

I’d confided all this to James, my neighbor BFF, as I was talking about having them reduced. He’d looked at me like I lost my mind. Gay men have no filter.

“Women have their lips filled with collagen to get what you already have honey. Don’t you dare touch those lips.”

Thus, I hadn’t touched them, but neither had anyone else in the last two years after Shawn. Needless to say hanging out with James & Greg hearing about their sexual exploits was beginning to drive me crazy. I was over Shawn, but found myself fantasizing about sex at the most inopportune times.  I was currently blaming him for my lapse in judgement yesterday.

“Ready?” James asked pulling me from my thoughts. He was wearing a black structured Armani jacket, white tee and dark denim jeans that fit snugly on his athletic body. James was hot, in a male model kind of way and would definitely make Shawn jealous tonight. He didn’t have to know James was married to a world class chef.

“Yes. Wow, you look so polished and sexy.” I smiled stroking his ego.

He lifted his chin in the air and posed. “Saks, Armani, in honor of our host.”

I sighed put my hands on my hips, and posed. “H&M, discount rack.”

He burst out laughing and grabbed my hand. “Doesn’t matter you still look good, even with that obnoxious cleavage?”

I looked down. “Obnoxious.”

“Calm down negative Nancy, I’m just giving you shit,” he said as he dragged me out the door locking it behind him.

“I’m sure you’re every heterosexual man’s wet dream in that dress and those slutty boots, Kam. Take a chill-pill there can only be one queen tonight.”

“Remember boo what we talked about” I giggled.

He paused, “Got it, more Clint Eastwood and less Barbara.” He did a quick twirl and looped his arm in mine for effect. This is why I loved him so much. James was my first friend when I moved into the neighborhood. James picked up the pieces after Shawn. Without James I would be alone in my apartment, arguing with my cat, and searching the remote controls for batteries for my vibrator. This was definitely going to be much more stimulating evening. I hoped.

[vebma]

Al Ghazali adalah putra pertama dari musisi Ahmad Dhani dan Maia Estianty. Ia mulai dikenal publik sejak bergabung dalam trio "Lucky Laki". Di usianya yang masih muda, ia sudah populer di kalangan masyarakat sebagai seorang penyanyi, aktor, sekaligus DJ. Simak biodata Al Ghazali, mulai dari informasi umum, fakta, perjalanan karier, kisah asmara, prestasi hingga hasil karyanya.

Informasi Umum Al Ghazali

Informasi Umum Al Ghazali

Sebelum membahas biodata Al Ghazali secara mendalam, berikut ini adalah beberapa informasi umum tentang Al Ghazali yang perlu kamu ketahui: 

Nama Lahir : Ahmad Al Ghazali Kohler

Nama Lain : Al Ghazali

TTL : Jakarta, 1 September 1997

Kebangsaan : Indonesia

Pekerjaan : Penyanyi, Aktor, DJ

Tahun Aktif : 2009 - sekarang

Tinggi Badan : 174 cm

Agama : Islam

Orang Tua : Ahmad Dhani (Ayah), Maia Estianty (Ibu)

Label : Pelangi Records, Republik Cinta Records

Fakta Al Ghazali

Fakta Al Ghazali

Berikut ini adalah fakta Al Ghazali yang dikumpulkan dari berbagai sumber:

1. Belajar main alat musik sejak masih SD. Tak heran bila di usianya yang masih muda, ia sudah menguasai sejumlah alat musik. Salah satunya adalah gitar.

2. Meski kedua orang tuanya bercerai, Al tetap dekat dengan sang bunda. Mereka bahkan pernah menghabiskan waktu dengan menonton konser bersama.

3. Pernah memberikan surprise ulang tahun kepada sang ibu, Maia Estianty. Saat itu, Al berpura-pura jatuh sakit. Kemudian ia datang memberikan kue ulang tahun kepada bundanya.

4. Termasuk tipe cowok yang cool, tapi tegas.

5. Memiliki klub sepakbola favorit berupa Manchester United.

6. Selain bermusik, Al juga menyukai otomotif.

7. Terjun ke dunia DJ setelah belajar dari sang ibu.

Perjalanan Karier Al Ghazali

Perjalanan Karier Al Ghazali

Lantas bagaimana perjalanan karier Al Ghazali? Sebagai anak dari musisi ternama Ahmad Dhani dan Maia Estianty, Al tentu saja sudah mengenal musik sejak kecil. Saat menempuh pendidikan sekolah dasar, Al sudah bisa memainkan berbagai jenis alat musik. Kariernya di dunia hiburan dimulai pada tahun 2009 ketika ia membentuk trio "Lucky Laki" bersama dengan dua orang adiknya, yaitu El dan Dul. Grup musik keluarga ini berada di bawah bimbingan Ahmad Dhani.

Di awal kemunculannya, grup "Lucky Laki" berhasil naik daun berkat lagu "Superman" yang ada di album pertama mereka, "New Beginning 09". Saat itu, mereka sampai diundang untuk tampil di berbagai acara televisi, salah satunya adalah ajang Indonesian Idol 2012. Dalam ajang tersebut, Al dan kedua adiknya berhasil mengejutkan publik dengan membawakan lagu "Black Dog" yang dipopulerkan oleh artis Led Zeppelin.

Di tahun yang sama, Lucky Laki merilis lagu "Aku Suka Bersama Orang Yang Aku Suka" atau disingkat sebagai "ASBOYS". Sayangnya, grup yang satu ini tak bertahan lama. Al kemudian terjun ke dunia akting pada tahun 2014, dengan membintangi sebuah film layar lebar berjudul "Runaway".

Berkat film tersebut, Al semakin populer di kalangan masyarakat. Ia mendapat banyak tawaran untuk main film dan juga bintang iklan. Belum lama ini, Al bahkan mengikuti jejak sang ibunda dengan menjadi seorang DJ.

Kisah Asmara Al Ghazali

Kisah Asmara Al Ghazali

Memiliki wajah tampan dan kemampuan akting yang memukau membuat Al Ghazali berhasil mencuri hati banyak wanita. Ia bahkan dikenal playboy karena suka bergonta-ganti pasangan. Kabarnya, cinta pertama Al adalah Kesha Ratuliu. Gadis cantik ini merupakan keponakan dari artis senior Mona Ratuliu. 

Ia berteman dengan Al saat duduk di bangku sekolah dasar. Sayangnya, kisah cinta mereka malah kandas di tengah jalan. Al kemudian berpacaran dengan seorang wanita bernama Keyna Kameron. Namun hubungan tersebut tidak bertahan lama. Keduanya putus pada bulan Februari 2012 silam dan Al pun menjalin hubungan asmara dengan teman SMA-nya yang bernama Citra Aulia Marwan. 

Keduanya sukses mempertahankan hubungan asmara selama dua tahun. Sayangnya, lagi-lagi hubungan mereka kandas di tengah jalan. Wanita berikutnya yang singgah di hati Al adalah Alyssa Daguise. Gadis blasteran Prancis-Indonesia ini memiliki wajah cantik khas bule, tubuh langsing, dan juga tinggi yang semampai. 

 Keduanya sering memamerkan kemesraan mereka di depan publik. Sayangnya, mereka malah dikabarkan putus karena Al yang sulit menjalani hubungan jarak jauh. Beberapa wanita cantik seperti Marsha Aruan, Pevita Pearce, hingga Ariel Tatum disebut-sebut menjadi pengganti sosok Alyssa. 

Kendati demikian, Al ternyata kembali menjalin hubungan asmara dengan Alyssa. Keduanya bahkan sering menjadi bahan perbincangan publik karena gaya pacaran mereka yang terlalu mesra.

Baca Juga: Biodata Agnes Monica - Informasi Umum, Fakta, Perjalanan Karier, Kisah Asmara, dan Hasil Karyanya.

Prestasi Al Ghazali

Di usianya yang baru 20 tahun, Al Ghazali berhasil mendapatkan beberapa penghargaan seperti:

2014 - Silet Awards : Idola Baru Tersilet

2016 - Bright Awards Indonesia : Bintang Iklan Pria

Hasil Karya Al Ghazali

Hasil Karya Al Ghazali

Berikut ini adalah beberapa hasil karya Al Ghazali selama berkarier di dunia hiburan:

1. Singel

2014 - Ku Rayu Bidadari

2014 - Kasidah Cinta

2015 - Lagu Galau

2016 - Amnesia

2. Film

2014 - Runaway

2015 - LDR

2015 - Where Is My Romeo

3. Iklan

Ada banyak sekali iklan yang dibintangi Al Ghazali, antara lain sebagai berikut:

Cola Mill (bersama Maia Estianty

Mens Biore

Indomie

O-Mayo

Pocari Sweat

Favle Cologne (bersama Jessica Mila)

BeeTalk (bersama Pevita Pearce)

All New Beat ESP

BonCabe

New Honda Sonic 150R

IM3

Speedy (bersama Maia Estianty dan Ahmad Dhani)

Demikianlah biodata Al Ghazali, lengkap mulai dari informasi umum, fakta, perjalanan karier, kisah asmara, prestasi hingga hasil karyanya yang perlu kamu ketahui. Semoga bisa menambah wawasan dan pengetahuanmu.

via Vebma.com - Tempat Menulis Online

[queenie-the-court-jester]

HII, saw your post on wanting asks, well here 🫶 I love talking so, and specifically on playboy yandere!! I'm a sucker for angst and yanderes falling into insanity honestly, so let me ramble a bit

- imagine if reader graduates highschool and gets an overseas scholarships!! They also convince their family to move together with them so Kameron can't hurt or use them to blackmail reader. So with only a break up text saying like "bye manwhore 😍😍", blocking and deleting all their social media, I wonder how long and how far would he take to get reader back again? Would he inherit his parent's riches, hire some private investigatiors to find reader and find the country they're living in, expand his business over to their country in order to gain power to trap his darling. And I wonder how deranged his reaction would be to reader's text and be like no way, they're joking right, and runs to their house and whatever usual spots they're at normally, and just break down into insanity. would he try to use substitutes for reader to maintain his sanity or go fully devoid of emotions and start working hard to gain power and influence to find reader again!! I'm also curious how he would process his darling leaving him, would he become delusional first, saying they got kidnapped or something, or some ex or fling of his hurt reader, and then proceed to anger, depression, grief and then finally accept the reality!!

Ok that's a lot of rambling 😭😭 hope it's okay. I rlly enjoyed that fic, was rent FREE in my mind for a whole day

you know luci, you just gave me an idea. So have a part TWO of THIS DUMBASS HOE 🤝

Yandere playboy x reader

Tw: mentions of murder, kameron being delulu, yandere and obsessive behavior

💋kameron was having another breakdown. Sobbing pathetically on the floor of your old bedroom. Just how did you run away? And on such short notice too!? Didn't his love mean anything to you!? WHY DID YOU ABANDON HIM?

💋a million thoughts swirled through his head, until he finally got one that just... stuck. He had to get you back. No matter how long it takes. Getting up and dusting himself off, he kicked the front door open and quickly left the empty house

💋it was a shame really. The once sane and popular boy was struggling to keep his image. So he got help. Not professional as in therapists and medication. Just hiring other students to cover for him Incase he slipped up. all while snooping through the head teachers computer to see if they had any notes on where you might have gone. He almost got caught a few times

"shit that was close.. i can't believe these idiots leave their passwords just anywhere"

💋he knew he shouldn't be back at the school, especially since he graduated but he needs all the information he can get. Eventually moving onto private investigators and online stalking through multiple other accounts. He'd try anything just to see what his darling was doing without him. Were you enjoying making him suffer? You're so cruel..

💋hiring other people to befriend you and lower your guard, gathering any Information they can

💋 kameron who spent a while convincing his parents to let him take hold of the company. He had a degree, a bright mind, responsibility. He's perfect for the job! Oh if only they knew where his 60% was going.. funding multiple businesses across the world in exchange for keeping a careful eye. Making him quite the celebrity

💋look darling! He's on the news-! ...oh right you're not here.. one evening, while working in his office, a new secretary comes in to introduce themselves. They look just like you! He could only stare in shock.

"my love..? Is that you!?"

"..who?"

💋turns out it was just a doppelganger. But with enough time he'd delude himself into thinking it was you. Courting them with the same flowers, chocolates and jewelry he'd given you. It worked like a charm! Now you were back In their arms again. They felt whole..

💋he married your lookalike a year later, the poor fool being too naive and oblivious to think. He was happy for awhile.. or until one of his P.I's came in to show him they found you. His reality started to break.

💋no.. how could he do this to you. Replacing you with some cheap street whore. That night, when they went to bed, he gave them a cup of water and smiled sweetly. Watching as their face went red and they started to cough for air after gulping it down. Clawing at the sheets and staring at him with wide fearful eyes. Begging him to help them

"...slut."

💋 burrying the body in his backyard, he paid people with underground connections to cover for him while he was away. Claiming they suddenly vanished, having run away with a small fortune. How idiotic are people, to actually believe him..

💋kameron disguised himself and went straight for the country you decided to flee too. 5 years apart from you.. he had no idea how he managed to live so long without his beloved, but it was all worth it. Because now you'll be back where you belong. In his arms.

💋you were busy working at your job, running a small business was no joke but atleast the people in the area were friendly. So you didn't notice the suited figure Infront of your cash register

"thank you, please come again-"

💋you froze, looking up at the terrifyingly familiar face. He stared back at you with only glee and love

"hello my darling~ you've been on a naughty streak for a while Haven't you? That's okay, I'll just set you straight when we go back home."

💋big burly men all blocked you from escaping by guarding the doors. Dragging all the other customers out so you both could have your moment. Now you could never leaver leave him. Ever.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

based on who wins, I'll focus on them for the next 2 days