#we wore complimentary dresses

[sadesluvr]

Attitude Adjustment

Wrapped up in the grit of the finals of your tennis tournament, Pope doesn’t appreciate you missing dinner with his parents…

SUPER RICH KIDS MASTERLIST

Pope Heyward, someone who prided himself on being mature and oh-so above it all, was incredibly petty when he was annoyed. He'd been giving you the silent treatment since you’d left the restaurant, his hands gripped tightly around the steering wheel of his car as he drove you home in silence.

Today had been a day to have dinner with his parents, Bobby and Cara Heyward, but practise for the upcoming finals of your tennis tournament had gotten in the way. You knew you were fucked the moment you’d shown up to the restaurant fifteen minutes late, with the Heyward family sat down around a table overlooking the ocean, their wine glasses already half full and complimentary bread half eaten.

You’d tried your hardest to smooth out your white dress you’d thrown on in the changing rooms of the leisure centre, but you still looked frazzled - with frayed edges and glowing skin from perspiration. Pope usually liked you like this, but certainly not on this occasion.

Bobby and Cara’s adorning had offered little comfort to you - they already loved you - and you could only focus on Pope’s clenched jaw, side eyeing you as he tapped on the side of his glass.

“I’m so sorry Mr and Mrs Heyward!” you pouted before taking a sip of water. “I got caught up with practise, and I just lost track of time --”

“No worries, Peaches,” Heyward said. You’d become fond of the nickname. “Cara and I know how much this means to you. And you know to call me Bobby.” he smiled, which you returned.

“We can’t wait to see you with that trophy!” Mrs Heyward gushed. “Whether you win or not, you know we’re going to celebrate – all the family’s around for his uncle’s birthday.” She finished, nodding over to her son, who wore a dull expression on his face. He barely spoke to you the whole night.

“Why are you being like this?” you huffed, staring over at him. His lips twitched, but he didn’t respond. “I said I was sorry. It’s not like I didn’t show up...God fucking forbid if I hadn’t.”

“Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain.” Pope replied, voice monotone and eyes locked on the road.

“Oh, like you really care about all that shit?” you scoffed. “Your ‘Ma would have a heart attack if she heard the way you spoke about the other students, let alone when we’re together.”

“Can you – not – talk for a second? I’ve got a headache.” He said matter-of-factly, his childishness beginning to sink deeper under your skin.

Pursing your lips, you nonchalantly glanced out of the window before reaching for the radio, quickly connecting your phone to the Bluetooth and shuffling through your playlist, playing the music so that the bass vibrated through the leather interior of his Range Rover and under your skin.

It was loud; obnoxiously so, made all the more dramatic by the fact that you had the windows rolled down, giving a show to all those who passed. Pope winced; teeth gritted behind the closed mouth of his frown, tolerating your behaviour for those last couple of blocks leading up to your house, only to swerve into the driveway, causing you to jerk about in your seat.

“What the fuck was that about?!” you gasped, grabbing at the straps of your seatbelt, so in shock that you hadn’t noticed Pope lock the doors. “Right in my parents’ driveway?”

“Why don’t you go in there and tell them how much of a bad boyfriend I am, then?” he snarled, shrugging his shoulders. “While you’re there, tell them about how you can’t keep track of time.”

“Are you seriously still on this? You can’t let anything go, can you?” you said, folding your arms. A small smirk appeared on your face as the following words left your mouth. “Sometimes being with you is like living in a dictatorship. The frat boys would never treat me like this --”

You were cut off by Pope, his fingers pinching your cheeks together as he angled your head to face him; his grip gentle, but commanding.

“If you wanna leave me for an idiotic manchild like Rafe Cameron then go ahead,” he hummed, a smirk wiped across his face. “At least let me teach you how to act first. I don’t want him thinking that I can’t control my girl...”

Your cunt throbbed as Pope’s spare hand snuck down to his pants, where a visible bulge had formed by his pelvis, making it a struggle for him to undo his zipper. Maintaining his grip on your face, he snuck his index finger into your mouth, watching as your glossy lips suckled at the digit, your eyes wide as you followed his gaze down to his cock. Pope’s dick was perfect; longer than it was girthy, with a pinkish-brown tip. Fully erect, it rested against his stomach as he gave it a few languid strokes, brown eyes gazing into your own, his hand still holding onto your face.

“Be a good girl and make it up to me.” He said in that low, rambling tone you’d become accustomed to, giving your cheeks a sarcastic squeeze as he lowed your head onto his cock, eyes fluttering shut as you took him in your mouth. You needn’t cast a worried look up the driveway – the porch lights of your home were on, but it was almost too far away to see anything too explicit. At best, your parents would think you were talking.

Pope wasted no time in making you gag – pushing your head down on his dick so that you took all of him. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning, you pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, wrapping your manicured fingers around his base and jerking him off.

“That’s right...” he grinned. “Use that fucking tongue, princess. I bet you mouth me off just so I can clean it out, huh?”

All you could do was let out a muffled moan, peering up at him through your lashes as his hands roamed your body, lingering on the hem of your dress before deciding to slide his fingers up your thighs to paw at the round skin of your ass. Meanwhile, you were busy in pleasuring him; his cock now glistening in the summer evening as his plump lips were parted as he let out a groan, hands firmly planted on the nape of your neck.

Resisting him, you moved up to bob on his tip, staring into his half-lidded brown eyes. He always fell for this move; you tugging at his cock whilst flicking your tongue on his tip, making sure to tease the tiny hole. He twitched, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he pulled away, frowning at you.

“Aw, Popeyyy,” you drawled, the nickname getting under his skin. “What did I do?”

“Bend over the wheel.” Pope said in a monotone voice, drawing his seat back. Wiping your mouth, you instinctively crawled into his lap, your chest grazing the material of the wheel as you felt him lift your dress. You gasped as he pushed your panties aside, sticking a few fingers into you as he admired your wetness.

He tutted.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh?” he began, fingers curling into your sensitive spot. “All those scholarships and honour rolls you’ve made can’t take away from the fact that you’re just a desperate slut, hm? Daddy’s gonna give you what you need...”

He pushes himself into you without warning, and you grip onto the dashboard. A sharp slap on your ass tells you that he wants you to do the work too; and you immediately start to rock your hips, his large hands gripping your respective ass cheek as he spread your pussy apart; admiring the way your juices mixed as he disappeared in you. His uncovered cock feels different; filling, but tangible and raw, and it's as if you can feel his every inch, throb and vibration – you could get used to this.

It doesn’t take you long to find a rhythm – you’re fucking each other fast, but somehow, he still manages to go deep, hitting your g-spot with his tip on every thrust, skin clapping together pornographically. You’re moaning his name like a bitch in heat, your throat dry from your incessant whining, but he doesn’t stop, instead gripping your hips so that he can buck up into you like a rabbit.

“P-Pope...”

“Nuh-uh,” he tuts. “None of that sentimental shit now. You know to call me daddy...”

“Fuck -- Daddy...Please, I’m ---” you splutter, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone sentence. He’s drilling you as if there were no tomorrow, right in the middle of your parents’ driveway...and you couldn’t have loved it more.

“Look at me when you say it.” He commands, his voice cold but laced with lust.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you bite your lip before turning to look at him, eyebrows raised and a euphoric expression on your face, mewling out how sorry you are as he holds you down on his hips, his movements sloppy as he begins to near his orgasm. There’s a smirk on his face as his hands snake up to your neck, tugging on the silver chain necklace you’d worn – a dainty, expensive little piece he’d bought for your anniversary.

Balling it up in his hands, he pulls you into him, his chest pressed against your back as he moans in your ear.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up, ok? Maybe if I knock you up, you’ll quit with all that attitude...”

Your stomach did knots at the thought, and you soon became undone – with Pope quickly following – your fluids mixing as they dripped down his cock, pooling at the base and forming a creamy ring. You were certain that your dress was stained, but it was the least of your worries considering he’d just given you a creampie, and you’d have to take the inevitable walk of shame up the driveway, past your parents and to your bedroom – that was of course if you could even walk.

Coming down from your high, you took a moment to fix yourself, your head turning as you watched Pope open his wallet, sliding you $100.

“For Plan B,” he said, his voice as smug as ever. “And some new panties. I’ll take care of the dress next time I see you.”

And there was the responsible Pope that you knew and loved. Smart, smug, sensual...It was all too obvious that you would marry him some day.

[inklore]

little black dress

premise: “you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come." or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.

pairing: javier peña x (f)reader

word count: 967

warnings: eighteen+ content, established coworkers with benefits, fingering, dirty talk, sexy threats, also despite the title there is no reference to readers body or body image within the fic.

note: hi ya girl is writing again and this is the first thing i've written in what feels like forever, therefore i literally found a new writing exercise with prompts and all the dirty inspo i could ever need. thus how this filthy work of art came to be.

“How long do we have?” The edge of the wooden desk is digging into your palms as you try to keep yourself from falling back into the speckled wall. The yellow tint from the smoke of prior guests caked on the walls was not your idea of a good ascent to your perfume, nor will it be for the tight black dress you wore today to look extra professional. 

The dress being the root cause of you being propped up on the hotel desk, the tight fabric driving the man whose fingers are knuckle deep inside of you crazy. 

“Not enough time for you to be focusin’ on anything but coming for me.” Javi’s tone is stern and authoritative in that way that tells you his impatience is wearing thin and he’s not happy about it. 

Not happy about having to rush this. The sprint back to the complimentary room they gave you and your team for the days you’d be using the hotel’s conference room to house all the people you’d need to finish up the current investigation—weighing you down—was the most impatient you think you’ve seen Peña. 

The way his mouth molded to yours in a rough kiss, nicking your bottom lip with his front teeth as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. The sting your shoulders felt when his body weight molded you to the door only arousing more as he pulled you to the nearest surface to perch you on and slip his knee between your thighs to rub the fabric of his jeans against your panties. 

He didn’t waste time teasing you for long. Didn’t let your hips start that slow grind against his thigh that he loves to watch so much. His fingers pushing the hem of your dress up your thighs, making the muscles ache with the tightness of the fabric. An ache that was soon forgotten the minute his fingers ran through your wetness.

Spreading you with his pointer to find your clit. The few tight circles the pad of his finger gives to the aching nerve make you gasp and bring your thighs to rest at his outer hips. 

And now with how deep and fast his fingers are fucking up into you, you want to personally slap whoever’s idea it was to make lunch only an hour. 

Surely Javi could take your body apart and put it back together within that span of time, but with the two of you, no amount of time ever seemed enough. Satisfying. 

It only took a week for you to hear of Peña’s notorious ways of doing things—in and out of his bedroom. And two more weeks for the tension to start between the two of you; when you said jump, Peña stayed stationary; when he said run, you walked, when he had a lead, you followed your own, and vice versa. A never ending loop of the two of you getting on each other's nerves and doing whatever you could to stay away from each other instead of working together like you were meant to be. 

And maybe it’s the stubbornness the both of you have. The love for a job that's hard and slowly eats away at you if you let it, and sometimes you find whatever salve you can to slow the festering—or maybe it was the whiskey the two of you shared one night that had you bent over a desk and driving home with Javi’s come staining your underwear that got you to this situation. 

Either way, there was little to complain about when his fingers were so masterful and you were close to coming. 

“You know how good you look in this dress?” Javi grunts against your mouth. Tongue running along your bottom lip before it slips past and against yours. “Can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come so no one else will get to see you in it. Fuck you in it. Only me.” 

His grunts mingle with your moans, the slow movement of his hips as he rubs his jean-clad cock against your inner thigh, mixed with your own hips moving, makes the desk bang against the wall. 

You pray no one from either team is bunked up next door to you. 

You’d never hear the end of it. 

“Who knew all it took was a little black dress to make Javier Peña succumb to madness?” You tease. Bring one of your sore palms to the back of his head to spread your fingers in his hair. 

To keep his mouth and filthy words drawn out and licked into your mouth. 

“As soon as this shit is done with, I’m going to rip this dress from your body and fuck you until you beg me to stop.” 

You know he means it. 

Know his threats have as much backing as a crazed animal, and you love it. Love how crazy the two of you make each other. How a work day of teasing will leave your ass raw—and sometimes fucked—and him leaking from you for hours. 

His fingers curl inside of you, touching that spot against your walls that has your thighs tightening around his waist and your throat hoarse and scratchy from the cry he’s not quick enough to cover up with his mouth. The pleasurable buzz contorts your body, springing tighter and tighter the longer his fingers fuck you. 

“Javi–don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck.”

“That’s it. When you’re sitting at the table surrounded by everyone and you can’t move without feeling your own wetness, your own come sticking to you, ruining this pretty little thong—I want you to think about how much of a little tease you were wearing this dress and how I’m going to fucking destroy you in it later.”

[sugawhaaa]

Beomgyu x reader

E M O B O Y

Pairings: switch!beomgyu x switch!fem!reader

Warnings:smut...like hard core

Genre:friends to lovers, childhood friends, smut

Themes: blow job, public sex, oral sex, based off the song by Ayesha Erotica

Word count: 2,150

A/N: this actually sucks...I really don't like it. I feel like the descriptions for the spicy time sounded weird no matter how I tried to describe it? Idk let me know if you genuinely like this lol

You leaned against the wall of the bathroom in the mall as your friends gossiped. There wasn't anything too interesting going around lately but according to your friends there was a lot. You kept an ear out as your friends dolled themselves up in the mirrors. Of course when gossip is being talked about boys come up.

One of your friends, kizzy, brought up her boyfriend and added on some info you really didn't need to know about him. But your other friends seemed to enjoy this topic. It was strange to say the least, you're all from the ages 19-21 so all this sex talk is completely normal yet you always felt out of place. I mean it's not like you haven't thought of anything like that but it's still odd to talk about.

Your thoughts got interrupted as the girls started discussing their next shopping destination.

"Hey, Y/N you haven't picked a place yet! You should choose the next one," Sissy said with a smile, her shining pink lip gloss drawing attention to her lips.

"Um, I'm good. I don't really care where we go haha, we all like the same stores anyway," You said with a shrug and a complimentary smile.

"That's true…" Kizzy said as she thought to herself. "Alright so how about Spencer's? What do ya think!?" She said with a clap of her hands, it echoed throughout the (hopefully) empty bathroom.

"Oh you whore you just want to go to the back section," You commented making everyone laugh as they packed up their makeup including Kizzy.

After getting to Spencer's the girls all roamed around the store in groups of two, you were with Sissy in the LGBTQ+ section. It didn't take long for the girls to get bored and head to the store across from Spencer's, hot topic.

"So what's the deal with you and that boy," kizzy nudged you with her elbow. Of course you didn't forget that Beomgyu works there but you pretended to act dumb.

"Who?" You said widening your eyes.

"The cute boy with the long hair. He works here?" She said as we walked in.

"Oh him yeah. What about him?" You said as you automatically followed Kizzy to the anime area.

"You get closer to him?" She said with excitement on her face.

"I mean I can't really get much closer, we've been friends since first grade," you said with a shrug. Kizzy just nodded her head and sighed. That's when Sissy, Abigail and Minnie came over. They had a ton of things with them already and we'd only been there for five minutes. They were showing Kizzy everything they found when Abigail showed her a pair of strawberry earrings and a cute strawberry dress. Kizzy flipped out and asked her to show where they were. All the girls giggled off to another area, you kept browsing around when you heard an ever so familiar voice.

"Need any help Y/N?" He said with a smirk. You looked up to the source of the sound and viola Beomgyu standing over you. Today he was wearing about a thousand layers of black clothes. A my chemical romance tee, with a baggy fishnet over top of it, he also wore baggy and slightly ripped jeans. As for accessories he wore a black choked with some small spikes, a cross necklace, a skull necklace, a metal star belt, tons of rings, snake bite lip piercings, and a nose piercing. His make up was Suttle today, just some cloudy black/blue eyeshadow.

"Oh Beomgyu you scared me!" You said with a slight jump.

"I'm not that scary looking!" He said, crossing his arms and tipping his chin up. You laughed as you set your hand on his shoulder. You sighed and started stretching. All this walking around was making you tired.

"Getting too old for this already?" Beomgyu chuckled lowly.

"Hey! No. Just these girls move faster than sonic when it comes to clothes and cute boys,"

"So that's why you're all here," he said looking down at you while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Yeah they somehow always find the cutest things here,"

"What can I say, it's in my genes," beomgyu said, flipping his hair. You laughed at him and he grinned as well. His dark bangs hung in his face as he laughed. "Anyways, do you want to sit for a minute," he said gesturing to the back of the shop.

"Yes please," you laughed. He led you to the back of the store and you sat behind the counter with this other girl who was wearing a very scene fashioned outfit. She was very kind and bubbly but you seemed to forget her. You sat awkwardly as Beomgyu and the scene girl chatted. It was quite the awkward angle, but Beomgyus Jean's did fit on him nicely. Your cheeks were red at your dirty thoughts. You patted your face trying to snap yourself out of it. You looked down at the floor and saw Beomgyu wearing some new boots.

"Gyu, are those new?" You said pointing to his shoes. He looked down and nodded.

"Yup I actually got them from here," he laughed. He then bent down to your level, looking you in the eyes. You blushed and tried to keep eye contact, he rested his arms on your bare thighs. You jumped slightly at the cold feeling of his bracelets. The look in his eyes suddenly turned you on so much causing you to reflexively rub your thighs together. Doing so secretly so Beomgyu wouldn't notice anything. "Are you alright? You seem off," he said looking up at you with lustful eyes.

"J-just hungry," you avoided his eyes. He grabbed you by the wrist and said

"Alright, I have some snacks in the back," he said looking up at the scene girl.

"It's fine your shift is almost over," she said with a wave of her hand. He took you to the very back of the shop to a door. He opened it and dragged you into the pitch black room. It was a little closet filled with some random trinkets they might need. He shut the door tightly and turned to you.

"So what do you feel like eating," he said with a smile as he turned the lights on. You looked at him suspiciously.

"Um, maybe a bite of you," you said jokingly. You laughed while Beomgyu gave you a bit of a peculiar stare. He inched closer to you as he rested his hands up aimlessly aiming for you.

"Gyu?" You said as his lustful gaze burned through you. You put your hands on his boney shoulders, the feeling of his warm body on yours. You then found your back against the wall as Beomgyu's hands were placed on the wall. Pinning you to him.

"You aren't actually hungry are you?" He said with a smirk.

"W-what?" You stuttered as your cheeks heated up. There's no way he actually figured you all out! Right?

"A minute ago you said you were hungry, but I think you actually meant to say horny," he said with a small smile. Your eyes widened before looking away from him. He just got closer to you, close enough to kiss you. His addictive scent filled your nose as his hand gently swiped some loose strands of hair behind your ear. "God you're so pretty," he said as his lips came closer to yours. Your eyes started fluttering shut while Beomgyu looked down at you. He stood there waiting for some kind of permission to kiss you.

You grabbed him by the shirt harshly and pulled him in for a rough kiss. It was messy and uncoordinated. Hands and tongues roaming heated skin. Moans and hums filled the small closet. It wasn't long before your curious hands found their way down to the zipper of Beomgyu's black jeans. You used your middle finger to rub up and down the zipper line. Beomgyus hands went up to your hair and played with it. You broke the ongoing kiss to breathe. Without any thoughts inside your head besides wanting to hear Beomgyu moan your name you went down on your knees. His hands still held onto your hair as you started undoing his jeans. Beomgyu panted above you as his hair hung in his face.

"Y/N what are you doing?" He said with a quivering voice. You pulled down his pants to see his hardened member before you.

"Getting a snack," you replied before wrapping your lips around him. He gasped before throwing his head back and covering his mouth. You slowly moved your mouth up and down his length before letting go for a quick breath. As you moved back, strings of his arousal connected with your saliva. Beomgyu looked down at the beautiful sight below him and he basically started petting you while praising you. You slipped your lips back around him and started going at a quicker pace using your spit as lube. Beomgyu bit his lip as he muffled his whines and moans.

"So good, so good," he kept whispering as you started using your hands for extra support. His moans started getting louder and more frequent as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Gyu then started speaking nonsense. A mix of "I'm so close" and "I'm gonna cum," and not surprisingly he was right. Your mouth filled with salty yet sweet and warm liquid. You choked slightly, making you cough, letting some of his cum drip from your lips. Beomgyu then fell to the floor in front of you. Shock was very present on his face along with the black strands of hair. He panted as some drool fell from the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile you swallowed everything and started crawling over to him. You kissed him passionately as you fell to the floor. As he entertained your mouth his hands went to your ass abruptly moving his hands around. His hands traveled up to your waist before tugging and the hem of your skirt. He swiftly pulled them off as you took a breather.

"Now that I'm thinking about it," he started as he sat up straight, allowing your bare legs to rest on the floor. "I'm getting hungry myself," he said, pouncing on you, landing on the floor. He placed some hickies all down your jawline and neck. He pulled off your shirt before tracing more kisses, bites and hickies all along your body down to your tummy. He locked in between your thighs and over your still clothed pussy. You moaned and whined throughout the whole process.

"Beomgyu please, stop teasing," you whined as your hands found their way to his hair.

"Alright, you've been a very good girl," Beomgyu said, pulling down your undies. He quickly used his whole tongue across your whole entrance making you moan and squirm. He wasn't messing around when it came to giving oral, apparently. He ate you out like you were his last dessert to ever enjoy. He collected every last bit of your arousal. Beomgyu's long fingers then found their way inside you making you moan before covering your mouth. Gyu quietly hushed you before continuing to venture inside you. His fingers quickly moving around inside you to find that specific spot that'd make you scream his name. He decided to go as deep as possible into you and he found one spot that made you jolt up to him. You mumbled out "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God," a bunch as he kept hitting that same spot over and over.

You then felt your walls tighten around his slim fingers and your legs quivered. You warned Beomgyu about your high before his fingers were coated in your juices and his ears filled with loud moans. After you released everything his fingers went to his mouth, cleaning up all the mess you made on them.

"You taste so good," he moaned as he bent back down to your clit and started licking it. That's when the door burst opened.

"Alright Beomgyu get out your shifts over," the scene girl stood there not even phased by the situation at all.

"Close the door! My girlfriend doesn't want the whole world seeing her naked!" Beomgyu yelled and the girl closed the door.

"Fair. But Beomgyu if you don't get out I'll pull you out by your choker," she said outside the door before walking away to help some customers.

"Girlfriend?" You asked as you put on your clothes with Beomgyu.

"Oh um yeah," he said awkwardly as he slipped his jeans back on. "I thought since you just gave me a blowjob you'd want to be my boyfriend…" he said awkwardly as his cheeks filled with blush.

"Haha of course, babe," you said with a smile.

[elvenxwarrior]

Quality Time - Mammon

Masterlist

You can also find this posted on my AO3!

Mammon had noticed you had been rather... off, as of late. You weren't as talkative, seemed tired almost all of the time and spent most of your time huddled away in your room.

He didn't like that. He missed you coming straight from class and jumping into his arms and kissing him, telling him about your day or funny things that happened to the rebellious clowns of your class.

You were stressed, overwhelmed and exhausted.

Now you'd just walk with him, attentively listening to what he has to say but not really responding.

-

Mammon knocked on your door, earning a sleepy "Yes?" from inside the room.

"It's The Great Mammon~" He sang, wriggling the door handle, smirking to himself.

"Come in, babe."

He opened the door and slipped inside, making his way over and plonking himself next to you on your bed.

"You okay?" He asked, gently stroking your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

"Mm... I don't know..."

"Well, you're nappin' a lot more and a lot longer than usual... not to mention you've been actin' different when I come to meet ya after class..."

He was now stroking the top of your head, "I'm worried about ya, darlin'..."

A lazy smile crept onto your face, "I know, baby, I've been kinda worried about myself too... Life's just getting a bit overwhelming y'know? All the media, news stories, motivation..."

Mammon listened intently, whilst grabbing your D.D.D. from your bedside.

"Mammon, what are you doing?"

"Muting things."

"Wh-"

"You need a break. Get up, have a shower, get dressed- do whatever ya need to do to get ready and meet me at the entrance, okay?" He placed your D.D.D. back on your stand, and swiftly left the room before you could speak.

You sigh with a smile, shaking your head slightly before kicking your sheets off and heading for a shower.

You were feeling fresh after your shower and decided to leave your hair slightly damp due to the lovely, sunny weather. When it came to putting on some clothes, you chose a light dress (or shorts and a tank top for my readers that don't like dresses!) that would keep you cool in the summer breeze and a pair of converse in a complimentary colour.

You wandered downstairs to the entrance, seeing Mammon stood waiting for you. He wore his signature yellow glasses, with a plain black tank top and white shorts; he was holding a small bag, interesting you.

"There ya ar-" He stopped at the sight of you, "[N-Name]... you look..."

A smile graced his lips, "You look stunnin'!"

You took his arm, "Thank you, sweetie. Now, what have you got planned, and what's with the bag?"

"S'for me to know and you to find out~" He teases, booping your nose slightly.

-

After a short walk from The House of Lamentation, you were at a lovely little park; it was a large field with trees on its perimeter, flowers dotted every so often.

"Mammon... this place is beautiful!" You released his arm, taking a few eager steps ahead of him to get a better view.

"Thought you'd like it... Where d'ya wanna sit?" He was now behind you, placing an arm around your waist.

"I... I like it here. You can see everything..."

You turned as Mammon removed his arm from you, seeing him rooting through the bag he had brought. He pulled out a medium sized blanket and rolled it out onto the soft grass.

"Then here we shall sit!"

You felt all warm and fuzzy in your chest, sitting down next to Mammon on the soft blanket. Mammon was still preoccupied with the bag he had brought with him, pulling out bottles of water, juice and some of the fizzy variety alongside food - human food!

"There was this store I managed to quickly go to, and they actually had a human realm section so I-"

"Wait, wait, wait." You interrupted, "So, not only have you planned this absolutely wonderful picnic date, but The Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed actually spent money for someone else?"

His expression was one of being flustered due to you actually naming this plan as a date and one of slight annoyance, "Well... yeah! I-"

You chuckled lightly, "I'm not complaining, Mammon. This is so nice of you, I appreciate it."

You gave a soft peck to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.

"... You're welcome, darlin'..."

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Of Dresses and Disguises

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

A plan of dresses and disguises is bound to be a disaster.

CONTENT WARNING: self-harm scars, self-harm shaming, drug usage, aphrodisiacs

To be truthful, you have no idea why Alver had suggested to recommend you a designer when you already knew one, but when he mentioned the bill being on him, you immediately jumped on the offer.

"The dress isn't complicated to make at all — it's simple and short," you had explained to the designer as you sketched out what kind of dress you wanted.

The designer takes your sketch, eyes raking the drawings with a keen eye, and over time, they began to glimmer with interest. "How scandalous!"

You let out a chuckle, taking a seat on the couch in the parlor. "I need it in black. And please add a white shawl so I won't get cold."

"In black? I must say, Miss [Name], your taste is impeccable," the designer complimented. "To have this style of dress shortened and corset removed. Would you like it to be form-fitting still?"

"Yes," you answered. "Shall we get my measurements?"

The designer clapped their hand and their assistants began to move. They measured and took notes of your size, jotting them down quickly before having you choose the fabric for the dress. Afterward was picking on jewelry and a matching purse to go with the dress.

It didn't take long for the designer to finish making the dress — they have been warned that your order must be prioritized as it was for urgent use — so when they returned two days later with the finished dress, purse, and jewelry, the operation began.

Your dress was a short black dress that stopped mid-thigh with a straight-across neckline and a thin draped hanging sleeve. You chose an elegant, tiered, pearly choker and a black purse with a golden chain to be your complimentary attire. You also added a white, sheer shawl to drape around your shoulders and tangled with your arms.

You were in the middle of doing your makeup to make sure you'd look unrecognizable when a few knocks on your door interrupted you. Reaching for kohl from your little makeup pouch, you exclaimed, "Come in!"

You began to stain your waterline with the kohl, seeing Cale appear from your door, dressed in a sleek black button-up with black trousers. He wore a black-based vest with golden detailing that made him look so regal. In his arms was probably his black blazer, folded neatly. His red hair has turned brown, tied with a golden ribbon.

You quickly finished your makeup before dusting your dress and turning around to face the man. When you faced him, you see Cale looking at you with a soft gaze.

"You look amazing," you complimented him with a smile, eying him up and down appreciatively. "Gold suits you."

"And you would, too," he says, handing you a black masquerade mask with golden detailing. You raised an eyebrow, noting that Cale was holding a plain black masquerade mask, silently asking why Cale was choosing to be humble tonight, to which he gave you a shrug as an answer.

You turned to the vanity, placing the mask on your face and before you could tie the ribbon behind your neck, Cale came over behind you, "Excuse me."

His fingers worked skillfully to tie the ribbon behind your head and when he was done, he caressed the point where your neck and shoulder meet gently. Shivers ran up your spine upon feeling his touch and you grasped it, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

Cale leaned down, kissing the back of your neck affectionately. "You look breathtaking."

He glanced up at both of your reflections before his other hand came up to your thigh where your dress had hiked up, caressing the pale, straight bumpy lines that were peeking out. "Are you fine being dressed like this?"

You posed a little with a melancholic grin. "Just this once. No one will know who I am."

Cale stared at you through the mirror before he pulled away. He fixed the shawl properly around you so it won't look ruffled and crushed, his hand brushing against the scars on your biceps.

"You look amazing."

"Human!"

You both turned around when Raon burst the door open, flying into the room with a pout on his face. "Human, human, are you sure I don't have to follow you and [Name]?"

'Oh, so cute—!' You thought when you heard his confused, pleading voice. You saw Ohn and Hong walking into the room, their claws clacking on top of the hardwood floors. 

"Wow, you look so beautiful, [Name]!" Hong complimented you, coming up to you and nuzzling your legs. "Thank you, Hong."

"I'm sorry you couldn't work beside us this time," you told them. "It's too risky."

"Just be careful," Ohn murmured, sitting on your vanity table to look up at Cale while Raon is perched around his shoulders.

"We'll be fine," Cale says, his other hand ruffling Ohn's head. 

"Excuse me, Young Master-nim, Miss [Name]."

You all looked up to see Ron standing by the doorway. He gave you and Cale a polite smile. "Choi Han is ready."

"Oh, we have to get moving," you told them, moving to grab for your purse.

"Human, are you sure you can handle this?" Asked Raon anxiously, pouting.

You stood next to Ron, watching Cale talk to the kids to ease their anxiety about leaving Cale — most likely because he had been down in the dumps lately (you being the reason why) and they worry over him doing something dumb or borderline suicidal. 

"I assume everything went well?"

You smiled at Ron's question. Of course, he'd want to know. "Yes. We both agreed to talk about it after things have settled down."

Ron let out a derisive chuckle. "Knowing what type of world we live in, I doubt that day will come soon."

"Mhm."

"Then?" Ron continued, now finally glancing at you. "Will you stay despite knowing that?"

He was asking whether or not you were still intending to leave to seek whatever it is that you wanted. Would you still leave even though you knew Cale returned your feelings? 

You wished you could spit at the old man that he was purposefully making you feel selfish, but in a way, you are, aren't you? You were reminded of the voice that has been giving you headaches a few weeks ago, your head being so oddly quiet that you wanted to scream.

Despite the headaches, the voice was leading you to take your first step to get more clarity. They had given you a few days to choose whether you wanted to leave this all to pursue the answer of your existence here. 

You turned to look at Ron with a sad smile. "No."

Ron's expressionless face cracked and you were stunned to be able to witness the way his eyebrows twitched in disappointment and eyes glazed with a melancholy look. He turned to look at you and while you never once had a father to care enough about you to be disappointed, you think about how bitter it must be because Ron's look was enough to crush your heart.

"I'm sorry," you murmured. Ron didn't say anything in response, turning to look at Cale instead when he came over with the kids.

Cale nodded at you and Ron. "Let's go."

Walking towards the parlor, you repeated some of the things you had agreed with Cale. His name was Robert Miles, a rich merchant that's traveling between the continents. You kept your name, [Name], posing as his escort for the night.

"Count Theo has several proposals, some accepted, some rejected by yours truly," you reminded him even though it wasn't necessary when you were nearing the parlor. "Road repairs, destroying functional bridges to make a better one, rebuilding a couple of administrative buildings, and many more."

"Cale-nim! [Name]!" Choi Han greeted you when Ron opened the door for you.

You saw that he was facing a mana communication device and it was on top of the table. Ron shut the door behind you all while you neared Choi Han, seeing Alver's face on the device.

He looked surprised when you came into the screen, perhaps barely able to recognize you. He smiled when he finally processed your appearance. "You look great, Miss [Name]." 

"All thanks to you, Your Highness," you say, bowing your head a bit. "The designer you recommended me was amazing."

"I'm glad you went with the dress of my choice," Alver said.

Cale did a double-take. "Wait, what?"

"Now let me update you all—" Alver wastes no time to change the topic. "We spotted Baron Davis coming into the gambling house accompanied by escorts and Count Theo is already in there as well."

Baron Davis was the owner of the gambling house Count Theo frequents. He had connections with drug rings and a little bit on human trafficking, where some of the women he bought were allegedly used for his pleasures.

"Any chance they'll both be sitting at the same table tonight?" You asked. It'll be a bit of trouble if you're going to be distracting Baron Davis when Count Theo is near.

"Count Theo had been glancing towards Baron Davis ever since the man came in," Alver answered, massaging the bridge of his nose. 

"Damn," you murmured. You'll have to go all out and make sure Count Theo doesn't recognize you at all.

"I suggest teleporting there as quick as you can," Alver said, eyes glancing at Cale for a second before he looked back to you. "And, Miss [Name], again, you look wonderful."

You rolled your eyes seeing that the man was purposefully doing that to get some kind of reaction from Cale, though you doubted anything could get through the man. Alver gave you a gleeful smile before shutting off the call.

"Alright, let's go there before the night gets later," you turned to the rest, fixing your shawl.

Cale nodded towards the Black Dragon, wearing his plain black mask. "Raon, please." 

"Leave this to me!" Raon acknowledged enthusiastically.

When you all appear in an alleyway not far from the gambling house, Choi Han and the kittens merged into the shadows to watch from afar and collect any documents they could use to incriminate Baron Davis.

"Human, I want to go with you!" Raon pleaded, looking at Cale with his big eyes.

"I guess—" Cale had just begun to speak when you grabbed his arm. 

"Cale—!" You hissed under your breath. "You cannot be serious. That gambling house is full of cigarette smoke, drugs, and god knows what kind of pornographic scene we'd stumble upon inside. You want to let a child see all of that?"

Cale shut his mouth close and you let him go, opting to hug Raon instead. "I'm sorry, baby, but you can't go inside. You'd have to be older to get in."

"But I'm the mighty Raon Miru," Raon whined, surprising Cale because Raon rarely had to whine to get what he wanted.

"Well, in that case, the mighty Rain Miru could watch the area for me and Cale, right?" You cooed, holding Raon by his jaw and directing him to look into your eyes. You gave him a sweet smile with your dark red lips, "Hm? You can do it, right? Make us proud?"

It was endearing to see you bargaining with a child. Raon pouted before finally giving in, going limp into your arms as he mourned over not being able to work beside you all.

"Alright, go to your brother and sister and watch us from afar, okay? And listen to Choi Han well."

Cale watched Raon leave you both with arms crossed in front of his chest. You turned to him, slipping your arm into the crook of his elbow, and began walking together, "The night hasn't even started but I'm already tired."

"You're good with kids," Cale commented off-handedly, both of your eyes trained on the entrance to the gambling house. 

"I try my best with them," you replied, walking closer to the entrance and seeing a tall, bulky man guarding the door. "I don't recall any security measures when entering the place."

"Evening, Sir," the man greeted you and Cale. "Your name?"

"Robert," Cale answered, taking out a few gold coins and giving them to the man. "Robert Miles."

Receiving the coins with both hands, the man scrambled to let you both in and bowed his head low as you walk passed him. You noted how he doesn't even ask you for your name, which means you must've looked like an actual escort. 'Good for me, I guess.'

Upon entering the building, your senses were overwhelmed by the colorful dresses and masks, the stench of tobacco, and something herbal in the air. Your best guess for the last one would probably be drugs. There were more women compared to men in the building, some of them crowding a noble or two, some sitting together, and you can see someone pining for a woman and making out with them on the dark corners.

"Vulgar," Cale said, eying the booths where a man was seated with a woman on his lap, swapping spit and grinding against each other. "Thank goodness Raon isn't here to see this."

'This place is like an orgy party,' commented the Fire of Destruction. 

'It's gross,' murmured the thief with disgust. 

'Smells horrible,' added the priestess.

"Look for our man," you reminded him. "Let's look around together."

A waiter with a tray of drinks passed you both and Cale easily snatched a glass, drinking the liquor with an appreciative hum. "Don't drink anything while you're here. They got some pretty strong stuff."

"Hmm, I know," you murmured, hugging his arm closer to your chest, and Cale's face reddens. "We'll look suspicious if we don't mingle with the others."

"Before that—" Cale began. "The dress. Was it... Hyung-nim's choice?"

You turned to look at him with wide eyes. "Please don't tell me his words managed to get under your skin."

"It didn't," he says. "But, again, why did you give him the privilege to choose your dress?"

'Are you upset she didn't ask you?' asked the Super Rock with a tone that Cale knew had he had a face, it would be smiling.

"Are you upset I didn't ask you?" You voiced out the Super Rock's question to the world. "I just think he'd know what kind of dress would be the most outrageous, considering he's more on the reserved side."

"Am I not reserved?" Cale asked with a frown, not because he was upset, but because he was confused. 

"You've seen me with nothing but a bathrobe on and you didn't flinch," you reminded him of the incident in Ubarr territory, causing his cheeks to redden upon the memory. "You've seen more of a woman's skin compared to him. Besides, your standards of modesty are perhaps a bit skewed compared to his."

"Hello, hello..."

You both turned to the new voice that had greeted you. You were stunned when you were met with a middle-aged man with navy blue hair with strands of white hair slicked back, showing off his ruggedly handsome face that was accompanied by light wrinkles and crow's feet on the corner of his eyes.

On his sides were two women, looking slightly older than you were as they hang onto his arms. 

"Good evening, Baron Davis," Cale greeted him first, bowing his head down, which you followed mutely.

"Oh? You know who I am?" Asked Baron Davis with a grin.

"It would be unbecoming of me to enter a party without knowing who's the host," Cale replied.

In an almost comedic timing, a waiter passed by and Cale placed his glass on top of the tray they were walking around holding. He held out his hand and Baron Davis took it, firmly shaking each other hand.

"Robert Miles," Cale introduced himself.

"Simon Davis," Baron Davis says slowly, eyes raking all over your body as if Cale wasn't standing in front of him. "What do you do for a living, Mr. Miles?"

"I'm a merchant," Cale answered, going through the background Alver have prepared for them because if he was going to pay attention to Baron David practically leering at you like a piece of meat, he might as well fuck up this whole plan and beat the shit out of the guy. "Born in the Roan Kingdom but my parents themselves are merchants so I could never stay in one place for far too long."

"Oh, the life of a nomad, eh? How wonderful," Baron Davis says. "And may I ask what about the lady beside you? What is her name?"

You bowed your head humbly, feeling Cale's arms tense the whole time you were holding him. You can feel the glare of the women beside him, most likely not wanting to have the man looking around for other women when they haven't sucked him dry yet. "My name is [Name], Sir Davis."

Baron Davis raised an eyebrow. "No last name?"

"I am a commoner, Sir Davis," you answered. 

"You were wearing such an... elegant dress, I thought you were a part of the nobility." Baron Davis's attempt to flirt did not go over your head.

You let out a giggle and placed a hand on Cale's chest, leaning into him with a pout, ignoring the frantic drum of his heartbeat underneath your palm. "It's all thanks to Mr. Miles right here, Sir. He bought me everything I'm wearing today. Isn't he so kind?"

Baron Davis hummed. "What kind of merchant are you, Mr. Miles? Anything specific that you sell?"

"I focus on textile tradings," Cale answered automatically. 

"I see..." Baron Davis kept his eyes on you, a sickening grin on his face as he enjoyed the view. "Well, I have a booth that I use to sit down and talk with anyone I find interesting. Mr. Miles, would you do the honor of being that person tonight, along with Miss [Name], of course?"

Cale had a feeling Baron Davis was only after you tonight but hey, at least the plan was working, right? 

"It would be such a privilege to share a conversation with you, Baron," Cale said smoothly.

'Human, is everything alright?' Raon's anxious voice appeared in his head just as they were heading to a booth together.

'Everything is fine,' Cale replied. 'How is everything on that side?'

'Choi Han and a couple of other people are looking over papers in an office but we haven't found anything yet,' Raon explained, voice sounding so disappointed that he couldn't tell Cale any good news.

'It's okay, try to look behind bookshelves or under the floorboards,' Cale reassured the dragon. 'Keep us updated.'

"They've got into his office but they haven't found anything incriminating yet," Cale whispered to you while Baron Davis and his women were sliding into the booth.

"Oh, it's so soft," you say gleefully when you sat down on the plush seats of the booth, keeping up an act of an innocent girl.

"You think so, Miss [Name]? My bed is softer than these seats," Baron Davis suggested with a grin that Cale wanted to rip off. "Maybe I should show you later tonight."

You tried your best not to gag. "Oh, I would love to but..."

You snuggled to Cale, hand on his chest as it slowly trailed down to hold his clenched fist. "I promised Mr. Miles I'd warm up his bed tonight."

"I envy you, Robert," Baron Davis muttered, leaning back into his seat. "Tell me, what part of Miss [Name] do you like the most?"

Cale didn't have the chance to even think of an answer when Baron Davis continued to speak of you in the most perverse way Cale has ever heard; "Is it her tits? Does she sucks you off good?"

You were thankful for the dim lighting near the booth area because your face is flared red and your eyes had grown glossy. Never in your life have you ever heard someone talk about you so degradingly. It made your stomach drop and makes you feel nauseous.

"Are you the type to stuff her cunt full?"

You wanted to fucking cry.

You didn't expect Baron Davis to be someone so fucking disgusting to the point he could talk about this so openly and without any shame. You expected a little bit of decorum! Were your expectations set too high?

You held onto Cale's clenched fist, noting that it was shaking out of pure anger. 

'What the fuck,' the thief cussed. 'Is this guy fucking sick in the head?'

'How dare he—!' the Super Rock was at a loss for words upon hearing such disgusting remarks.

'Burn him! Burn him alive! What a fucking sicko!' shouted the Fire of Destruction with rage. 

Before Cale was successfully persuaded by the crazy bastard's suggestion to burn this whole establishment down, a figure appeared beside their booth.

"Simon!"

You tensed, hearing the familiar grating voice enter your ears. You turned, seeing Count Theo — you would recognize the slimy bastard even if he's wearing a mask — standing while holding a gorgeous mahogany box with an iron latch.

"Theo!" Baron Davis greeted enthusiastically. "Come, sit down, friend! How have you been? How's the Palace treating you?"

Because Baron Davis was already sitting with two women, Count Theo opted to sit next to you, placing the box on the table. You tensed a bit, shuffling closer to Cale until one of your legs was hanging onto his thigh.

Count Theo sighed. "It's been hell with that bitch [Name] around." 

You saw Baron Davis glancing at you for a second and immediately reacted. "Oh my, I don't work at the Palace, though?"

"Huh?" Count Theo looked at you with a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, pardon me, Sir," you bowed your head a bit. "My name is [Name]. I had thought you were talking about me."

Count Theo's eyes drank the image of you and stopped only when Cale's arm appear to pull you by your waist. He glanced at Cale for a moment and when he saw brown-reddish eyes already glaring darkly at him, he stand down and looked back at you instead, "Where do you work, Miss [Name]?" 

You tried your best to mimic Marilyn Monroe's iconic tone. "Well, Mr. Miles said I just need to look pretty and warm his bed. I would never work in the Palace when Mr. Miles treats me so kindly."

Count Theo's eyes glanced at the arm around your hips. "Mr. Miles...?"

"Theo, this is Mr. Robert Miles and his company tonight, Miss [Name]," said Baron Davis, gesturing to Cale. "Mr. Robert Miles, this is Theo, a good friend of mine."

"Mhmm, nice to meet you, Mr. Miles," Count Theo said before looking back at you and grinning. "Mhm, yes, you're not the [Name] I was talking about. She doesn't have tits and legs as great as yours, and she certainly wouldn't be dressed like you. The bitch's a fucking prude."

He raised his hand, the back of his hand caressing your arm and pausing when he came across your scars. "Oh, what's this? What a shame to see scars on such a beautiful body. They ruin you."

"Scars?" Questioned Baron Davis.

"Hmm, I've heard from my colleagues that that bitch [Name] always wore long sleeves probably because she has a lot of scars like this, something about being sad—" Count Theo snorted. "What a waste of fucking time. If she wanted to die, she should have just ended her life instead of seeking attention like that."

You felt your throat throb uncomfortably as you forced yourself not to cry, chest going tight as you mull over the decision of wearing such a dress. God fucking dammit, you get that it looks a bit horrid, but must such hurtful words be said?

"May I ask what's in the box?" Cale asked, pulling you closer to him and rubbing your waist with his thumb to calm you down.

You leaned to his neck, burying your face there to calm yourself down — feeling his warmth, breathing in and out with him, his scent calming the hurricane in your head, and using him as a place to lean on. You placed a hand on his neck and placed an appreciative kiss there. 

"Thank you," you murmured against his skin, as quietly as you can. You can feel his heart pounding and smile at the effect you had on him.

"I am glad you asked, Mr. Miles," said Count Theo, opening the iron latch of the box and showing a few herbs rolled into a sheer, thin white paper.

'Shit,' Cale thought. 

"Oh, my friend, you're a godsend!" Baron Davis reached and grabbed for one and Count Theo grabbed for his own.

"Mr. Miles, you must have one for yourself," Baron Davis said, having one of the women light up the end of the blunt for him. He inhaled with the blunt still in-between his lips, the end of it lighting up slightly before dimming and then he inhaled the smoke, some of it coming out of his nostrils.

You peeked at the box and many thoughts ran through your mind. Was Cale familiar with drugs? Had he ever done it back in the day? Does he get high easily? Can he even get high?

'Fuck, I didn't expect this,' you thought. You tried weed once or twice in college and thankfully you didn't get addicted to it — actually, you smoked more cigarettes back in college than weed.

Cale was the most rational between the two of you so he must not be in any situation where his consciousness and rationality be compromised.

Mustering the most innocent and cute voice you have, you asked; "Can I have one?"

Cale glanced at you, most likely confused. You whisper to him, "Just follow my lead."

"Of course, you can, sweetheart," Count Theo said, pushing the box towards you. "Mr. Miles, look at how Miss [Name] is willing to try one. Won't you grab one for yourself as well?"

"It's okay," you say, reaching for one. "We'll share it like how we always do!"

Cale was flabbergasted. What? Too many variables have shown up tonight that he was slowly growing frustrated with each time he has to improvise.

He watched Count Theo light up your blunt and you held it in between your fingers. With a grin, you settled yourself to straddle his lap, your center pressed against his crotch. His arms are around your waist, pulling you close so your breasts flushed against his chest.

"Whatever you do, don't inhale the smoke," you murmur to him before taking a drag of the blunt while pulling down Cale's chin so he'd open his mouth.

You leaned close to him, open your mouth to exhale the smoke into his mouth, and then crashed your lips together. You inhaled all the smoke back right into your lungs to prevent him from inhaling too much and let him kiss you, your hand still holding the blunt. You wanted to cough but swallowed it down, causing your throat to ache and you squirmed on top of him.

Cale licked your lips before pushing his tongue in, exploring your mouth, and twirling your tongue together just like how you did it to him a few days ago. His hand came up to the small of your back, wanting you to be so impossibly close to him that you'd merge as one.

"Mhmm," you whimpered when Cale unconsciously pushed his hips up to yours, the growing bulge brushing against your damp panties. "A-ahh..."

You pulled away from the kiss, licking your lips before taking another drag of the blunt while Cale spoke to them with his cheeks and the tip of his ear flushed red, "Hm, it's nice, I suppose."

'... That's genuinely the hottest thing I've ever seen a woman do,' the thief commented.

'I know, right? She was good with it, too,' murmured the Fire of Destruction.

"What an interesting way to share," Baron Davis pointed out, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy, no doubt having a hard-on.

"Say, Miss [Name], do you think we could share as well?" Teased Count Theo, exhaling a puff of smoke from his mouth.

"Oh, no, I can't," you say, removing yourself from Cale's lap, showing off the hard-on the man was having to the world. "I can only do it with Mr. Miles."

Count Theo flicked his tongue. "You're a greedy one, aren't you, Mr. Miles?"

Cale thought about how close the two of you are and how embarrassed he was to grind up to you like earlier. "I suppose I am."

"Sir, what is it like to work in the Palace?" You asked, looking at Count Theo with big, puppy dog eyes. "Is it as fun as they say? Do you get to meet His Highness every day?"

Seeing such a beautiful woman questioning him about his line of work with so much awe, Count Theo puffed up his chest and spoke with pride; "Of course! I used to be able to converse with His Highness Alver every day, however ever since that bitch came, my plans been going down the drain."

"Hmm, is it because of that [Name] woman?" you asked, prodding further, hoping Count Theo would admit something. You mustered up the courage to touch his arm and asked, "What did she do?"

Count Theo's face flushed red. "O-oh, she's a friend of His Highness and got a job through him. The bastard put her as a supervisor for project proposals in the  office and she's been rejecting mine every time I applied one."

"Oh, proposals? What do you do with a proposal?" You asked, putting up a clueless facade hoping the bastard is into that sort of thing. Your body tensed when you feel Cale's hand on top of your thigh, his thumb brushing your skin. You took up the blunt again, taking a long drag of it before inhaling the smoke.

To be truthful, even though he wasn't used to being so intimate with someone, much less to make out with them but the mission so far had been in his favor with you being someone by his side because you have been putting your attention on him all night, but now that Count Theo has been the one to take your attention, he's slightly irked seeing you only talking to the man.

"Oh, you know, I try to make the people's lives better -- give them proper housing, this and that," bragged the Count. 

Cale raised an eyebrow. What the hell is he talking about? According to you, all of Count Theo's projects mostly caused a disturbance to the commoner's day-to-day activities so you would only accept the ones you deemed urgent enough, but Count Theo was always trying to drag through the whole thing to make it last longer than necessary. "Probably so he can yap about how busy he is to his colleagues," you have told him earlier.

Cale heard you coo, no doubt thinking about how you'd rather stick your socked foot into a washbasin full of water than do this. "How kind of you."

"Don't tell me you're the one responsible for the rebuilding of the bridge near the administrative building?" Cale piped into the conversation, an amused eyebrow raised. He wants to see what type of outrageous shit Count Theo would spew. He had no idea which bridge he himself is talking about but he did manage to remember that small detail when you were complaining about it. "It looks much better than when I last visited."

"Oh, you've seen the contractors working, huh?" Count Theo seemed proud. "See, Mr. Miles, you can see what type of changes I'm doing to the kingdom."

"Though, I must admit that you put a lot of attention on that part of town," Cale pointed out. "Any reason why? A family member living there?"

You covered your mouth and put up an expression of scandalized when Cale continued, "Or perhaps a mistress?"

Count Theo frowned, eyes narrowing suspiciously at Cale. "You're quite the curious one, aren't you, Mr. Miles?"

"No need to feel ashamed if you do," Cale pressed on, placing his arm around your shoulder. And for an added flair, his other hand reached for your chin so you would face him instead, "After all, I'm not exactly a refined man myself."

Count Theo looked at the way Cale was now looking down at you and squishing your cheek while you were whining for him to let go or he'll ruin the makeup you've done so hard on. He let out a low chuckle, "No, not a mistress. But something much more valuable."

"More valuable than a woman?" Cale questioned, making sure to have his tone as bewildered as possible. Count Theo snorted, "Mr. Miles, there are many things that are more valuable than a woman."

"I have several friends in that area, you see," Count Theo said with a grin. "They can't exactly... work being so near to the building but with my people in the area, they're having a much easier time."

"What a smart man, eh?" Baron Davis suddenly added, snickering. "He decided to risk it near the place they wouldn't be looking around in."

'Human! We found it!' Raon's voice smacked him back to reality. 'There was a space under the floor and Choi Han destroyed it! He said he found the proof we need!'

Thank Gods! Now they can run from this establishment. 

"Please have something to nibble on while you all enjoy your time here," said Baron Davis, snapping his fingers and a waiter coming over with a tray of cut-up chocolate bars. "Especially Miss [Name]."

You gulped a bit, watching Baron David and his women eating a piece each. You reached for the chocolate and ate it, trying to erase the slightly spicy, bitter aftertaste in your mouth from the blunt. Goddamit, why couldn't they just make edibles instead of rolling a horrible blunt?

You sucked on the chocolate, finding it taste a bit different than your average chocolate. It was sweet with a bit of a bitter tang to it and a spicy aftertaste. 

"[Name], they've done it," Cale whispered to your ear, his breath caressing your earlobe causing you to jolt.

"G-good," you stuttered, your whole body feeling like it was on fire. 

You leaned to Cale and when he touched your cheek to see what was wrong, you whimpered. Cale's face reddens when he heard the lewd sound and when he tried to help you sit up straighter, you mewled and nuzzled to him.

You feel uncomfortable to the point it was excruciating and the slightest touch by Cale set your whole body on fire. You feel your panties going damper than earlier and tried to look at Baron Davis through bleary vision, seeing him sitting there while making out with his woman, one of his hands squeezing her chest.

"C-Ca—!" Cale's hand came up to cover your mouth to stop you from saying his real name. His eyes widened when he realized how hot your skin was.

You grasped at his wrist weakly and gave him a pleading look. He slowly lowered his hand and leaned to you, hearing you whimper, "We... have to... out..."

Cale immediately stood up, knowing something had gone wrong. 

'Cale, it's either the drug or the chocolate, or both,' suggested the Super Rock. 'She has been drugged.'

"Theo, it was nice meeting you, but I'm afraid [Name] and I will need to go first," Cale said, excusing you both.

You leaned to him, body feeling heavier than usual. Your shawl dragged through the ground, some of it still tangled around your arm. Cale cursed inside his head and approached a waiter, "Excuse me, but is there a private room?"

He would love to go out and look for the others immediately, but your temperature was spiking up at a concerning pace and it made his heart race. The waiter had pointed out the way to Cale, looking nonchalant despite you whimpering in his arm and looking unwell. Cale concluded that many have probably drugged women and taken advantage of them here.

Cale rushed into the room the waiter had pointed out and locked it behind him. He leads you to a couch in the room and before he could lay you down, you gave up trying to stand up on your own two feet, letting yourself fall on top of him.

He let out a groan of pain, his head banging quite loudly against the couch. "[Name]?"

"C-Cale," you whispered his name, borderline moaning it. You pushed yourself to crawl up so you can be chest-to-chest, looking at the man with eyes clouded with lust.

You stared at him for a second before kissing the man senselessly, grinding yourself against his bulge and whimpering in his mouth. Cale froze on the couch, feeling you grab his hand.

"Oh, Cale—" Your voice sounds strangled. You lead his hand to your breast, forcing his hand to squeeze it. "Touch me, please."

'Aphrodisiacs! The chocolate was laced with aphrodisiacs!' screamed the gluttonous priestess in panic. 

'Cale, stop her!' Yelled the Super Rock when you began to pull down your dress by the neckline. Cale grabbed your hand and the other hand was used to fix your neckline.

"[Name], calm down—!" Cale jolted when you pressed down your center to his bulge, moving your hips. You moaned loudly as you did so, the sound so fucking erotic and sexy that Cale could feel his pants becoming too tight.

'This woman is a fucking menace when horny, holy shit,' commented the Fire of Destruction in awe.

"Can you please focus?!" Cale yelled at the ancient power, switching to hold you by your hips so you won't move. You whined and Cale switched the position so you would be the one lying down while Cale sat on your abdomen, pining your wrists above your head to lock you in place. 

You looked up at him, face flushed red, hair messy, and pupils blown with lust. You closed your eyes, letting out a whine, "C-Cale..."

'Knock her out!' The thief commanded.

'With what?!' Cale questioned. 

"Cale, please, please, please," you pleaded in hushed whispers, squirming underneath him. "Please, touch me."

Cale closed his eyes so he doesn't have to see you beneath him, pleading to be touched. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

"Cale, pleaseee," you moaned, feeling like if you don't get to be touched, you can die from the heat of your body. "Cale, I feel horrible. Please, please, touch me."

Cale kept his eyes shut but his ears were still able to hear the noises you make.

'There's no way you can last like this until the aphrodisiac's effect disappears,' says the Super Rock.

'I say let the woman cum,' said the thief. 'Give her the relief she needs and let's get it over with.'

"I'm not going to take advantage of her," Cale stated firmly, holding you down when you squirm, thrusting your hips up to get some kind of friction. He'd leave you alone if he could so you could probably deal with this yourself but he can't do that when they're in enemy's territory, one where it's crawling with men waiting for a vulnerable woman to corner.

"Cale," you whispered. "Please?"

'You know, your self-control is something else,' said the Fire of Destruction, genuinely in awe. 

'Instead of being like this, I suggest at least trying to reach the exit with her,' Super Rock said. 

Cale knew that waiting for help like this is useless and might get you both in more trouble if you were caught. He sucked in a deep breath and slowly released your wrists, prompting you to curl yourself up just as he got off of you. 

"[Name], we have to get out of here," he whispered to your ear, taking your arm and putting it across his shoulder. "We can't stay here."

He pulled you up, trying his best to ignore the way your lips brushed against his jaw so lovingly, going down to his neck and leaving a bunch of lipstick marks all over his skin. He stood up with you hanging by his shoulder, holding you by the waist and nearly limping to towards the door. Cale finds relief and disgust at the fact that everyone in this place is so fucked in the head that they don't see anything wrong with a man dragging an intoxicated woman across the establishment. Plus, it seemed everyone is either stoned or drunk to even realize he was summoning a little bit of wind to his feet to help him get across quicker.

'You're gonna leave without causing at least some degree of havoc?' taunted the thief and if Cale could see them, he's sure he would find them with a smirk and an eyebrow raised. 'That's not very Cale Henituse of you.'

'Come on, kid,' added the Fire of Destruction, 'That David guy talked about [Name] like that and you're just going to let him slide?'

'I don't agree with causing havoc but... perhaps make sure they could never do that sort of thing again,' suggested the Super Rock.

'Make them regret it,' said the priestess.

Cale exited the place with you nearly passing out, not even going to stop and question where that bulky security man had been standing by when they entered the place. Once you were both out of sight, Cale flew to the top of the smaller houses where he had seen Choi Han's silhouette.

"Cale-nim! [Name]!" Choi Han called, eyes wide when Cale landed gently beside them with your face flushed red, sweating, and panting. Choi Han takes you from Cale's hold, carrying you bridal-style, and was immediately stunned to feel your how hot your skin was. "What happened to her?"

Ohn and Hong who are perched on Choi Han's shoulders looked at you with concerned gazes while Raon floated right on top of you, "Human, she looks so red! Like a tomato! Is she going to be okay? She's not going to die, is she?"

"She's going to be fine if we go back to Ron to have her looked at," said Cale, taking off his mask and throwing it away before he took off his blazer as well and draping it on top of you. "She had been drugged, most likely aphrodisiacs. She had previously been smoking a drug, too, so I'm hoping at least maybe Ron would know the after effects."

"Raon-nim, please transport us quickly to Ron," Choi Han said to the Black Dragon.

Cale sees your head lolled to the side before they are teleported into the duchy, specifically into your room. Choi Han quickly placed you on your bed, turning to look at Cale when the man got to the side of your bed, sitting by your bedside. Cale looked anxious as he turned to give Choi Han a command, "Choi Han, go look for Ron."

"Yes, Cale-nim." Choi Han turned around and left while Raon showed himself to Cale. 

"What about me, human? What should I do?" asked the child anxiously, restless as he threw glances at you.

Cale held the dragon close so he keeps his eyes on Cale and not you. "[Name] would want you to not stress about this. She's okay, she's just a bit out of it, okay?"

Raon looked down, nuzzling to your side with the kittens. You huffed, feeling your whole body being set on fire but having some sense in you to not push the kids away. You fluttered your eyes open, glancing at Cale's anxious gaze. "W-what's happening?"

"You were drugged with aphrodisiacs in the chocolate," Cale answered. "After smoking that drug, I just need to be sure there's no after-effect for you."

You remembered smoking that blunt and let out an anxious laugh. "S-sorry..."

"It's alright," Cale reassured you. "You saved our disguise."

Your bedroom door swung open by an anxious Choi Han, Ron following closely behind. He approached you on the bed, looking over your complexion quickly before checking your temperature and pulse. He took off your mask to get a proper look at your full-blown pupil and let out a sigh, "The aphrodisiac she consumed are quite strong for her stature and body weight. Choi Han mentioned about drug usage before the aphrodisiac entered her system?"

"We were forced to smoke some kind of drug but [Name] managed to get me out of that situation," Cale explained. He refused to explain how you managed to do that since it'll be too much for both him and you for everyone to know.

"It probably intensified the effects of the aphrodisiac and make it last longer," Ron explained. "Since we don't really have an antidote for such things, the only way is to have her sleep this one out until the effects disappear. I'll have to knock her out."

Cale paled. "O-okay."

"She will be safe in my care, Young Master-nim," Ron reassured him with a benign smile. "Now please leave us alone."

The kittens jumped to Cale's arms and everyone had to anxiously leave you to Ron, but before Cale could leave, Ron stopped him. The butler gave Cale a slightly playful gaze. "Perhaps clean up a bit before you meet anyone else, hm, Young Master-nim?"

Cale stared at Ron for a minute before nodding slowly, leaving your room and heading towards his.

Ron turned to look back at you and let out a tired sigh. 'Oh, what should I do with you, Miss [Name]?'

Meanwhile, Cale was busy ignoring the surprised and flustered gazes of the servants when he walked by them. However, when he managed to meet his stepmother in the hallway, he knew something was wrong when he saw his mother's slightly scandalized look.

"Oh, uh, Cale," she greeted him, looking him up and down. "Where have you been? You're... dressed up nicely."

Cale didn't even try to think much of a lie. "[Name] and I went to dinner."

Violan covered her face with her fan, eyes scanning over Cale's face. "I-I see that [Name] have forgiven you for what you've done."

"Fortunately, yes."

Violan looked away from Cale and hurried to leave. "Well then, have a good night, Cale."

Cale nodded. "You as well, Mother."

He finally arrived to his room, letting the kids invade his bed first as he took off his vest. He approached the vanity and eyes widened in shock when he saw lipstick marks all over his lips, jaw, and neck. Is this how he had been walking around this whole time?

"I'm an idiot," he murmured to himself, rubbing his temple in exasperation. 

[security-chief-odo]

The Gala Job

Eliot Spencer x Reader

*NSFW in chapter 3

Description: You are sent to charm the team's target on the final leg of the current job. You get in a sticky situation that Eliot has to get you out of. After the job your feelings for Eliot become undeniable, but surely he doesn't feel the same, right?

Smut in the 3rd chapter, a fade to black ending at the end of the 2nd if that's not your thing.

• • •

Your job this time wasn’t to fit in though, you were here to stand out, and that you did. You wore a velvet dress that hugged your figure tightly before flowing out at your legs. Adorned with matching jewelry, you certainly weren’t comfortable, but you definitely stood out among the crowd.

Usually it fell to Sophie to charm her way through a case, but she had already had a run in with Mr. Whitehall and you couldn’t risk him catching on this late in the game. All you had to do was get his flash drive, have Parker make a copy, and escape. It had all of the evidence you would need to bring both Edgar Whitehall and Apex Systems Limited to justice.

The room is buzzing with idle gossip and far too much champagne. You try to subtly keep an eye on the whole room spotting Parker in the server’s uniform to your left, Nate in the opposite corner of the room from you, nursing a drink he probably wishes was whiskey, and Eliot in a simple, flattering suit by the door, acting as a security guard, surrounded by several older women who were almost as enamored by his southern charm as you were.

Spotting your target at the bar, you gracefully head that way. You hear Sophie in your earpiece “Now slowly approach and place your hand between his shoulder blades. Pretend not to notice until after you order your drink.”

You did as she said and gently placed your hand on his upper back as you flagged down the bartender. “I’ll have a vodka soda, please.”

You remove your hand from Whitehall and turn towards him, now having sufficiently caught his attention, “I am so sorry about that, Mr.” you trailed off waiting for him to supply you with his last name.

“Whitehall, Edgar Whitehall. Please just call me Edgar.” He pauses for a second placing a hand on your arm. “Now, what may I call you my dear?”

The touch sent a shiver down your spine and not in a butterflies kind of way, but still, you kept up the act. “Y/N.” The bartender places your drink in front of you, you pick it up with a nod and place a tip down on the bar.

“Well, Y/N, would you join me at my table? I am starved of pleasant conversation at these events and starved even further of pleasant company.” He holds out his arm for you to loop yours around, and reluctantly you do. You let him lead the way, using the distraction to reach into his pocket and grab the USB.

As you sit down next to him, you sneak the flash drive into your purse and hear Hardison chime in through your earpiece, “Great job. Now hang on tight and keep him talking.” That one may be easier said than done.

You tried to make pleasant conversation with him, asking about his work, telling him lies about yours, waiting for an opportunity to present itself. Soon Parker approached, offering complimentary wine to the people around you.

As she approached you and Edgar, she pretended to trip, spilling pinot noir all over his suit. You felt bad for Parker as he started to berate her, but were able to cut him off while keeping up the act. “Edgar, I believe there is a bathroom just down the hall, why don’t we go get you cleaned up?”

He looked frustrated but turned it off in a way that seemed disturbingly calculated. “I certainly can’t turn down the opportunity to have you alone Y/N”

You could hear the others discussing the drive in your earpiece as you slid his jacket off and started to try to get the stains out of his shirt first. If you could drag this out long enough, you should be in the clear. Until then, you dabbed the wine out of the shirt with a wet washcloth. There was no shot in hell of this stain coming out, but there was nothing else to do until the team was ready for you.

Once you got the green light from the team, you started wrapping things up with Whitehall. “I’m sorry Edgar, but I think we may have to just get you a new shirt altogether. I really should get back out there” You slid his jacket over your arm to carry back to your seat, hoping to slide the flash drive sneakily back into his pocket once you got back to your chairs.

Much to your chagrin, he took the jacket and slid it back on. As you head back to your chairs, he starts to panic “Where is it? I know I had it with me tonight.”

“What’s wrong Edgar?”

“I had a thumb drive in this pocket and now it's gone. I lost it.”

You calm your breathing. You can handle this. “I’m sure it’s around here somewhere. Let’s just notify security and get back to our seats. I’m sure someone will find it”

“No, that’s not good enough.” He started to spiral. “ Maybe it’s in the bathroom or on the floor. Maybe someone stole it.” He froze, and turned on his heel to face you. Getting in your face and backing you into the wall he accused “You took it didn’t you? My father always said you couldn’t trust the pretty ones”

You tried to plead with him, “I didn’t take anything. It probably got lost in the commotion. I’m sure everything is fine.”

He spoke over you “Don’t try to tell me everything is fine.” You saw him raise his hand to hit you, but before you had a chance to process it, he was laying on the floor, out cold. You glance up to see Eliot smiling at you, only his hair out of place.

“Ma’am” he offers his hand to you in an obnoxiously chivalrous move to guide you over Whitehall’s sleeping body.

“I could have handled him myself” you huff as you head back to grab your purse. You sneak the flash drive back into his jacket pocket and hope he doesn’t remember a damn thing about this night.

Eliot and you both exit the gala. "I didn’t need you to save me, Spencer. I can handle myself.” You storm off ahead of him.

“He was going to hit you Y/N. I’m sure you can handle yourself, but you were cornered”

“I was handling things Eliot” you spat with a venom you didn’t really mean, but it was frustrating to not be trusted to take care of things. “Why were you even following so closely after us anyways?”

“I was just looking after you darling, besides –”

“I am not your darling”

You don’t quite hear Eliot whisper “Not yet”

Suddenly you hear Nate’s voice in your ear “Guys!”

“Sorry” you and Eliot say in unison as you walk up to Lucille. Getting in, you see everyone already seated and ready to head out.

You were grabbing drinks to celebrate another job well done, but you were far over dressed. As Hardison parked out front, the others piled out of the van, leaving you and Eliot to change into outfits more fitting of an Irish pub.

You both turned your backs as you grabbed your spare clothes to change “Sorry for snapping at you El. I know you were just trying to help.”

“Nah. I’m sorry Y/N. I should have trusted you to handle things. I know you are more than capable of handling a single man in a fight.”

“Thanks,” you said softly as you struggled with the zipper on your dress. “Um, Eliot, would you mind?” you asked, glancing behind you to see him shirtless and in jeans. That is a sight you could get used to.

“Of course darlin’” he said, stepping behind you softly. You don’t object to the term of endearment this time, smiling softly to yourself at hearing it.

Eliot undoes the zipper, certainly slower than was necessary, doing everything in his power to avoid staring at you. God did he just want to stare at you for hours, but he peeled his eyes away. Tur ning back to his own clothes.

“That dress looked great on you by the way” he said as he buttoned up his shirt.

You can almost feel your walls go back up as you say “I’m not quite that easy Spencer.” You wished you believed he meant it, but he often just flirted for flirting's sake, though you could hardly judge in that regard.

“I mean it. No one in that room could take their eyes off of you.”

You brush it off with a scoff as you both exit Lucille and head into the pub.

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Chapter 2

[toomuchracket]

birthday-party matty helping girlie pick an outfit for an event! they’re in a department store maybe, she’s trying on dresses and stuff, and he’s helping her pick. how do you think this would go?

oh he is NO HELP. i'm thinking rather than a department store you maybe go vintage shopping (idk why. i've never been but it seems vibey!) in london, and you take him with you because a) cute day out with the bf and b) he's got good taste, so you figure he'll be able to help you pick something nice out. the first bit is true enough - you get the tube together all don't delete the kisses-like, and you get coffee and a little treat (my raison d'être actually) beforehand - but the second? not a chance. yeah, matty has good taste, but when it comes to you that man simply cannot be objective; he's FAR too simpy for it lmfao. everything you try on - "god, you're beautiful, darling", or "my gorgeous girl", or "i actually fancy you so much lol". a nightmare! so you basically narrow down the options to a final three by yourself, and then you try them all on again - with some styling by the incredibly-entertained shop assistant girl, just for a better idea of the finished looks - and go back out to matty like "right. i need you to focus, baby, alright? i am going to buy one - ONE - of these outfits, and i need to you to give me your input on which one i should get". matty's like "ok i promise i'll help. let's go"; he's appropriately complimentary of the looks again, but when you ask him to pick his favourite this bitch genuinely goes "😬 i don't know. i think you should get all of them. i'll get them for you!", and you sink to the floor with your head in your hands like "baby PLEASE we can't get them all. be serious. i have nowhere to wear them". and he's like "we'll find excuses! it's fine!", and you facepalm - matty sighs and says "alright, fine, if i have to pick just one... the green one", and you're like "OH THANK GOD AN ANSWER" (and a good one! you really like the green dress! happy days). as you're waiting for the girl to wrap it up all nicely for you - and trying to swat matty's hand away from the card machine, before giving up and letting him pay - you're like "what is it about that dress that made it your favourite, baby?", and matty gets all coy and mumbles "s'the same colour as the one you wore to mine the first time i really wished we were together, when your novel got published and it hurt that i couldn't kiss you to congratulate you", and you genuinely almost swoon lmao. he's very cute, actually, even if his simp tendencies are sometimes infuriating lol <3

[pbandjesse]

Today did not go as planned and honestly I feel really bad today. I am just absolutely exhausted and it's insane how I have not been able to get anything done at all today.

And I know it's because I worked until 1 am. But I thought I would sleep and be good but I just was not and it sucked.

I had a lot of fun last night. The wedding went great. The couple was super nice. I had a mango sorbet push pop and a piece of blueberry cake. It was a little hectic. I had to tell Jesse he was doing to much. That he's great at the job but he's making himself stress for no reason.

There was only one stress last night and it was when the women's room completely ran out of toilet paper and I couldn't find Jesse or the keys to change the rolls. That was embarrassing but we handled it after a bit of running around. Those stupid dispensers are the worst though and I hit my elbows every time I went to change one. Terrible design.

Clean up went fine. Jesse did his best to restrain himself and stay behind the desk and let me be in charge. And overall I did great except one of the doors I locked was unlocked again and I forgot to make sure catering brought all the trash cans back inside. So I would have to deal with that but it was all good.

We took some extra time to go over the lights and I remembered where almost all of them were. And he showed me how to lock the gates. And then we were off.

I was really happy to be home. My shoes were doing good until right at the end. I had tried to just sit for a bit during the last hour of the party and was just knitting but when I got up again I guess my feet had swollen and so I spent our last 45 minutes during lights out barefoot. I was just really excited to go home. I'm also going to start bringing slippers to change into like I do at camp.

I got home right at 1. And I was tired but I had some stuff I wanted to accomplish first. I held sweetp for a bit. I took a really excellent shower. And I tried on the new things I got myself yesterday. James briefly woke up and kissed my hand. And soon I was getting in bed and going to sleep.

Had to wake up 3 times to pee. And the last one when when the sun was fully up and making our room so bright. I would put a sleep mask on and go back to sleep.

I hate sleeping until 10. Always have. But James was there and tried to be encouraging. They said that we would need to replace Crabcake's light and heating element which both seemed to stop working. And that we had a full errands to run anyway. Cate and Ross would be coming by around 11 to drop off the bookcase they are getting rid of. So I had time to take a quick wake up shower and get dressed.

I actually wore eyeliner today and I did it slightly different then normal and felt really pretty. My hair always was looking pretty nice. I have razor cut some of the top layers before I went to bed last night and I guess I just needs the movement.

James made me an omelette and a hashbrown. And I ate it outside on the porch swing. I asked for a sprite but it ended up tasting repulsive to me. Very odd. But water was fine.

I wasn't feeling amazing. I put on my best face when Cate and Ross came through. I was happy to see them. And they were so kind to bring us their old book shelf. It will be great in the studio for all of our art books.

They didn't stay long. They had other people to drop things off too and meet with. So we said goodbye and I let myself go lay back down outside.

James said that when I was feeling up to it we could go run errands. We apparently had a miscommunication in this. I thought that they meant that they were ready and so when I was okay enough we would just go. So I gave myself a mental deadline of noon.

But when I was ready all of a sudden James wasn't. And they were all rushed and I was super confused. But I was like. Okay it's fine. I felt exhausted and not thrilled. But James was being really complimentary and telling me how pretty I was and how pretty our baby is going to be, make all the other babies jealous. I was trying to put a happy face on.

But then we get to the pet store and I find out James never checked the heating element and the bulb plugs to make sure they didn't just get turned off. And I wasn't happy that we were going to spend $80 on a maybe. And then James says it's because we rushed out of the house. And they forgot the stuff they needed to do the hardware store run. And I was just. Done. I was so close to tears in the turtle care aisle.

I told James I never even wanted to come out. I felt terrible. I was so tired and uncomfortable and I just wanted to go home. I just kept saying it and I felt like I was stuck in a loop. James said okay let take you home and apologized but we had a very silent drive home.

When we got back here I went and laid down and James collected what they needed. The turtle light and heating element were working fine. And they promised to send me a picture of the menu at Rita's to get me something still.

So they left. And I laid there. And I didnt sleep. I was so very tired but I did not sleep.

Around 2 James was home. They brought me a lemon flavor misto. I had never tried that before but it was nice. And I had that and a pretzel stick. And then I fell asleep. While James working on setting up our dryer (and then doing our first load of laundry in our house!!). And I slept.

I slept until almost 5. And I felt horrible. I feel slightly less horrible now but it was very bad. I was dizzy and nauseous and dehydrated. I felt like I had been running the way I was huffing and puffing. I was not having fun.

Drinking water helped. James made us spaghetti for dinner. We laid in bed together. I can't seem to find the right temperature but I tried to just be calm. I picked out outfits for the week. And we filled out my check in documents for my appointment on Thursday. But mostly we just rested.

Now I'm in the bathroom tub. Considering having a bowl of cereal. But mostly I just want to go to sleep. I'm not sure what tomorrow will hold. If I'm going to go to camp or not. If I still feel this bad in the morning I will probably stay home. And I am trying hard to not feel bad about that.

I hope you all have a good night. Sleep well and be safe. I love you dearly. Good night!

[4ft10tvlandfangirl]

I'm a week late on 9-1-1 so I just watched 6x15 and 6x16 together. Kind of glad I got the news of the abc move first because now the hopeful feeling I always have during the buddie scenes was turned up a notch. I'm legit excited.

Eddie and Chris having a graveside conversation then Buck and Eddie doing the same thing was interesting. We've never seen them visit Shannon's grave before & while I know processing death and moving on from it was the point here, Eddie being apart of both convos is important. Like how he deals with death/will deal with it is important.

Chris obviously misses his mom but Eddie does too despite the difficulties he and Shannon had. She was a part of his life, will always be Christopher's mother, so it's still good to see him mourn her loss. Now Marie is no one to Buck or Eddie but she affected them both in their brief interaction. For Eddie she highlighted something he is clearly concerned about, dying alone. For Buck, he respected the ease with which she confronted her death (with help from Natalia who is lovely & I genuinely like her). Buck still doesn't know how to deal with his death but he seems to want to choose the positive way.

"From here on out, it's all a gift."

I'm not upset about the 'she really sees me' line. Eddie's immediate side eye and expression was worth it imo 😅

I don't feel like it was romantic either. This is a stranger who has no connection to Buck. When they talk about his death it feels purely from a fascination & wanting to understand perspective. Not the heavy, "You died Buck." (we almost lost you) that he hears when his sister or Bobby or Eddie says it. Buck wants to process it all without the weight of that I think and that's why talking to Natalia about it is so appealing to him.

Buck and Eddie wearing similar earthy tones throughout the episode and looking very complimentary had me feeling like Tía Pepa somewhere saying, "You two are still dressing alike I see..." 👀

Also! Buck is wearing a similar plaid jacket to the one he wore in 5x14 when he introduced Eddie to equine therapy and they had that first meaningful talk about the shooting & second chances at life.

They were wearing complimentary shades then too. In both instances talking about the 'after' of a near death experience and what it all means. Buck in each instance seemed to be the more positive while Eddie was quietly reflective. Although, Eddie is in a much better place now because he was being positive too.

I love that he reaffirmed what seems to be the prevailing idea between them this season; 'you don't have to put on a show/act or pretend for me anybody'. 👀👀👀

We got another shout out to the universe in all her glory when the picture of Shannon fell off the fridge. Like unprovoked, it was perfectly fine there all along and then it just fell? Talk about a SIGN.

Last but not least, the couch of it all! Chris falling asleep in almost exactly the same way Buck had right after Eddie went to go get something for them from the kitchen?

Yeah...these parallels are not even subtle. I can't be normal about any of these scenes at all and I refuse to be! Straight clowning but with renewed hope. Thanks abc 😅

[swirlingtorments]

RX for Love

I took a moment to start a fanfiction that actually is close to my heart. It holds a lot of true events that happened in my life. The events are not great, but hey, we all can chose to rise, no matter what life throws at us. I think Edward and Isabella are perfect for telling this story.

Summery:

Losing a patient drives Dr. Edward Cullen, the perfectionist, to the brink of madness. Isabella is down on her luck, to the point of madness.  A dark cold night in New York, and a lapse in judgment leads to an act of desperation.  They didn't expect to ever see each other again. "Miss Swan, Dr. Cullen will see you now." ExB/AH.Cannon Couples/Doctor-Patient Love. 

Chapter 1:

Why did I always have the worst luck? Homeless and desperate I agreed to get into a black Mercedes and let a man fuck me.

It was unexpected. He pulled up to the curb, his car window gliding down before he beckoned me closer. Leaning in, the first details that caught my eye were his striking silver eyes, the impeccable tailoring of his black Armani suit, and the gleam of a Rolex watch on his wrist.

Indeed, I had an eye for class and could distinguish the true high rollers from the pretenders. And he exuded the aura of the former. Curiosity piqued, I speculated about his profession and his reasons for choosing me.

Surely, I didn't fit the profile of his usual company. Clad in my half-torn mini dress, smudged makeup, and hair slick with grease, I stood out starkly against his elite standards. Yet his demeanor wasn't that of a gentleman either. His actions were unrefined—tinged with anger and a hint of desperation.

It was almost like…he needed me. He didn't know me, but he needed me to be with him in that moment.

So, what the hell was he doing at a medical clinic offering charity care to the less fortunate? It was weeks ago, but I knew his face. It was him. Damn.

I let out a horrific cough as I watched him from across the medical clinic, providing medical check-ups to the less fortunate. He exuded an air of sophistication and expertise, effortlessly portraying the image of a polished and accomplished doctor. However, behind closed doors, or should I say in the front seat of his car, he transformed into a commanding and dominant force, unleashing his inner animalistic desires. The stark contrast between his professional demeanor and his raw, primal nature was unsettling.

It had been ages since my last medical check-up, and I was painfully aware that I was overdue for one. Fortunately, at least, it wouldn't cost me anything. Every winter, the Cullen clinic would offer complimentary routine check-ups to those living on the streets or anyone struggling financially. In addition to healthcare, they also provided shelter when the weather turned dangerously frigid.

Surviving New York's relentless winter cold was a merciless struggle. A ragged cough clawed its way out of my chest, triggering a throbbing pain in my head. Luck never seemed to be on my side. All these years, I had weathered the biting cold of New York winters without falling ill. Yet, this year, it seemed my good fortune had finally run out. It had to be this year, of all years, that I fell sick – and just my luck, he was the doctor on duty. What was he even doing at a charity clinic, anyway? With his status, you'd think he'd have more prestigious places to be than attending to the homeless.

"Miss Swan?" called a woman with a friendly voice.

"Yes, that's me," I replied, rising to my feet. My gaze followed as her hazel eyes found mine, offering a warm smile that beckoned me closer. Wrapping my arms around myself, I glanced down at the scuffed sneakers I wore and walked toward her.

"This way, please," she instructed, leading me through a corridor and into a cozy examination room. As the door clicked shut, she presented a clipboard. "How are you feeling today, dear?"

"I'm not well," I stammered. "I've got this persistent cough, and it's been keeping me up at night. I was hoping to get something to help with that."

"That sounds tough," she sympathized. Producing a digital thermometer from a cabinet, she swept it across my forehead. The beep was followed by a concerned frown. "102.4—you've got a fever," she observed, jotting notes onto her clipboard.

"Would it be possible to get some cough medicine?" I asked hopefully. "I would be fine skipping the full check-up if I can get that." She offered a patient smile.

"Let's have the doctor take a look first. If they agree it's the best course of action, we can get you a prescription. A doctor's approval is necessary, however."

"Oh, when will I be examined?" I asked with a hint of unease.

"The doctor will be with you shortly," the nurse reassured me. "He's just wrapping up with another patient but has been informed that you're next."

I pursed my lips in thought. "So, he's the only doctor here?"

"Yes, unfortunately. There's a lot of illness going around, and he's covering for tonight," she explained. I exhaled a resigned sigh. Just my luck. "Don't worry," she said with an encouraging smile. "He's a very kind man and an excellent doctor. He'll take good care of you."

Sure he will.

"I'll start by taking your weight and blood pressure," she said, proceeding to do so efficiently. After recording the results on her clipboard, she fetched a cloth gown from the cabinet. I eyed it with surprise as she placed it beside me.

"Um. What's that for?" I asked.

"It's for you," she answered, smiling kindly. "Please undress and put on the gown, with the tie at the back."

"Wait. W-why? Is that necessary?"

"Since you haven't had a medical examination in a while, as noted on your paperwork, Dr. Cullen prefers to be thorough. Believe me. I've worked with him for a long time. He's going to request it. He'll need to conduct a comprehensive check-up to ensure your medical records are current and to provide an accurate diagnosis."

My heart sank. No, I thought to myself, I can't do this. I shook my head faintly.

"It will be all right," the nurse reassured me, sensing my discomfort. "I'll be present during certain parts of the exam. It's not pleasant, but if you go through with it, I'm sure Dr. Cullen can prescribe the treatment you need."

Sighing, I wondered if it was truly necessary. "I just need some cough medicine," I said, hoping for simplicity.

"I understand, dear. But it's all part of the protocol," the nurse replied.

Resigned, I responded with a terse "Fine." It seemed I had no choice but to comply—either play the role of a patient or suffer another sleepless night.

She offered a comforting pat on my knee. "The doctor will knock before entering to ensure your privacy. I'll take your chart to him to ensure everything is prepared and will go smoothly."

Smooth process? That seemed unlikely. Left alone, I began to disrobe, reflecting on how little I wore: a frayed, black mini dress, hole-ridden stockings, and a faded red bra that now appeared black. The oversized, unattractive green jacket that I had snatched from a Goodwill donation truck completed the ensemble—an ensemble that was far from charming.

It made me wonder again… why had he desired me that night?

Dressed in the provided cloth gown, I perched nervously on the examination bed, the paper crinkling beneath me. My hands twisted into anxious fists at the thought of meeting Dr. Cullen.

I had no knowledge of him being a physician—let alone that he was the proprietor of this entire clinic. How could I have guessed that the man who had fucked me with such primal intensity was the owner of the Cullen Med-Clinic and Hospital?

Would he recognize me? Perhaps not. He might have already dismissed the memory of our encounter.

After all, to the world, I was just another faceless figure in the crowded streets of New York, a homeless girl. That night, it seemed as though he had detected my dire need for money and sustenance, exploiting my desperation.

The images from that night were still vivid.

I was desperate. And he knew it. He knew I wouldn't say no. Once I was in his car, he didn't ask how much I wanted. He didn't even ask what I was willing to do.

He ensured I wouldn't say no by setting a stack of bills on the dashboard. Sure, I had thought about leaving…but I couldn't take my eyes off the stack of bills he so carelessly threw on the dashboard. Nor could I ignore the lust and hunger in his eyes as he looked me up and down.

Once he was sure I was all in, he simply grinned, his silver eyes taking me in. That's when he spoke for the first time. His first word to me?

"Strip."

"What?" I had said to him.

"You heard me. Strip. Now. Everything off."

It didn't take long before I was sitting on his lap in the driver's seat of his car, my legs straddling his hips. Him, reclined against the seat, his white shirt unbuttoned, his bare chest glistening with anticipation, telling me how good I felt. His finders dug into my thighs as I rode him, with all the strength I had, the smell of sweat in the air. I moaned as he sucked my breasts and spouted vulgar words between raspy breaths.

Even when I told him I couldn't go on, his response was to effortlessly flip me over and, without mercy, and take me from behind. And I let him. Yes. I had reached that point out of sheer desperation for money. The mere thought of money and a warm meal eclipsed whatever shred of pride I had remaining.

After we were done, he gave me time to redress.

He observed me with unnerving interest yet remained silent throughout. Not a word of thanks, not a single query of whether he might have caused me harm. Instead, silence loomed until I was fully clothed.

Only then did he retrieve the wad of money from the dashboard and extend it to me. Clutching the bills in my lap, I found myself questioning whether the act I had just performed was worth the compensation. I didn't consider myself a prostitute. I had never engaged in sex for money, nor had I ever casually entered a stranger's car to grant them their desires.

It was out of character for me, yet there I was, the weight of shame growing in the car's silence. Eventually, he broke it. "Do you need a ride somewhere?" He asked me.

I had declined his offer. In response, he leaned across, opened the passenger door for me—an unmistakable nudge to exit. And I complied. Once I stepped out, he accelerated away, his engine's roar punctuating the sudden void he left behind.

I never expected to see him again. That night, I had sworn to myself that I would never sell my body again.

The sudden knock at the door made me jump. "Miss Swan? Are you decent?" came a voice from the other side.

I closed my eyes. It was unmistakably his voice. My breath hitched, turning into a nervous cough. "Yes," I managed to reply.

I steeled myself for what was to come. It was time to face the examination.

Just be natural Bella. Act like you don't even remember him. Maybe he would behave the same way and we could just pretend it never happened.

….Yea….This was going to be awkward as hell.

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[kuraitsune]

PROLOGUE

TRAiN TO 200 FLLWRS EVENT PAGE

READER'S PROFiLE - ...GN!reader. it is whoever you are, isn't it?

DiSCLAiMERS - in no way am i a professional writer, i just like english lol. please know that these writings are a work of fiction and are the appearance and persona of the character! not the person behind the screen.

iMPORTANT NOTE - the kickoff event writing! no specific pairings for this one, you'll see what happens.

Standing under the overhanging ceiling of the station, you waited for your train. The skies were turning a violet blue, speckles of glowing white stars in it when you boarded your night train.

You didn't exactly know how you got here, all that it was that you and several other people received an invitation to "the dream realm." Whatever that was.

Looking around the place, you could tell it was made with careful attention to detail. By the corner of your eyes, you could've sworn you saw a rift of purple-blue light somewhere. But it disappeared as soon as you tried looking for it.

Comfortably seating yourself in a comfortable corner, you examine what you'll be working with on your trip. The train was split into rooms instead of seats, leaving enough room and privacy for each guest to have one of their own.

Your room had a small bed, fit for one person, a mini tray(like the ones on bullet trains or airplanes), and a long seating area that connected to the wall. There was also an engraved shelf full of things, with a sign saying, "Complimentary Snacks & Drinks."

'Huh, neat,' you think, turning yourself towards your temporary bed. Setting down your bags on the wall seat, you lay down on the bed, surprisingly comfortable for a night train.

After several minutes, you hear footsteps coming closer to your room. Looks like someone was checking in with every guest.

Knock, knock! You open your door to reveal a shorter woman with wide fennec fox-like ears. She wore a cute lolita dress with flowy sleeves.

"Hello there, you must be [name], right?" she asked, smiling. Oddly suspicious that she recognized you without you ever meeting the foxy woman.

"Yep, is there something wrong?"

"Not at all, I'll be explaining about this trip to you. My name is Kuraitsune, but please, call me Kura. Just for simplicity."

"Oh?" you tilt your head slightly to the side, curious to what Kura would have to explain.

"As you know, you were invited to this train to visit... a dream realm. In which where you will find all your dreams come to reality. You may rest freely whenever you wish, once we reach our destination... you'll find everything that you could've ever dreamed of. Whether it be a certain scenario or perhaps a thing you wished to happen, you'll find it there."

"Just take a deep rest until we get there. You'll know when we arrive, [name]. Oh, and if you need anything, ring that bell by the shelf to call for me and I'll be there. Have a great trip and enjoy your stay!" she gracefully bowed before closing the door and leaving to the next cart of the train.

"Where... I find all my dreams come to reality..?" you say softly, thinking of your ambitions. You absolutely think that they could never come true.

But that Kura girl. She seemed truly genuine in her words... Sighing, you lay down in your bed, preparing for probably the longest sleep you'll have. It'll be worth it, you kept repeating to yourself.

"Where all dreams and ambitions come to reality..."

NOTE - hehe, tbh this seems pretty controversial because well uh i can't exactly make everything a reality. but, we can always keep dreaming. at least, writing is like another world. don't you think so too?

enjoy the rest of the event! (at least once i finish writing everything <3) and thank you for the current 170+ followers!! kuraitsune, signing off for today.

DO NOT: repost or copy any of @kuraitsune's works! sharing is fine with credits.

[colleenmurphy]

@aristobun a tiny little Drabble about the girls wedding dress shopping for Col's wedding to Charlie. He was the boy in the corduroy pants and she wore light pink.

"This one?"

"Nah, too much...frippery."

This was the third store they had stopped in just to look at wedding dresses and Colleen was nearly to the point of tears. It was an absolutely beautiful autumn morning and here she was knee deep in frills and bows with her best friend in the world near the point of blubbering over the fact that she was never going to find a damn dress to her own wedding let alone Helene's maid of honor dress. A hiccup resonated through her chest as her lip stuck out further.

I look like a pom pom.

She thought to herself as she stood on that impossibly stupid cushion. She was already The sales assistant who was downright pushy to the point of Col wanting to take one of those complimentary champagne flutes and stick it up her impossibly tiny upturned button nose, plopped a horrific veil onto Col's head with enough force that it jarred her and gave her scalp a sting enough to make her wince. The Murphy part of her wanted to throttle this woman, She had inherited the sensitive Murphy scalp. The Sheehan side, the ever patient part of her she had inherited from Minnie had schooled her features. WASPY Mary Colleen was coming out to play.

"Do you treat every paying costumer like this or have I offended you in some way?"

A quick glance read the name tag 'Donna.'

"Is your manager in, Donna? I think I'd like a word with them."

The overly pushy sales persona was gone and fear was present. Scuttling backward out of the room Donna excused herself with defeat and Col almost felt bad. Then she remembered the backhanded compliment of needing a specialty measurement taken for her bust line. Her was it was 'too narrow' in Donna's opinion and she was a smidge too tall for what she had picked out on her own.

Yanking off the veil Col sighed as she hopped down onto the overly cold tile.

"I say we make a run for it before she comes back."

She had mulled it over in her head. Why not just use go to Goodwill or something? Who even said it had to be white? They were rarely home these days and they probably weren't going to have a regular reception. The place they had purchased in Byrdcliffe New York and had been putting blood sweat and tears into for home base was nearly finished. Charlie was actually up there now putting the finishing touches on the place. The Barn had just been renovated into a performance area with the old milk house being converted into a recording studio. They were doing just fine for themselves, no thanks to Donna and her opinions. She smiled for a moment.

"I think the thrift store down at the Buffalo Exchange is having a sale. Wanna go there?"

Slipping on her jeans once more she attempted to remove the offending cupcake like dress. She'd forgotten about the buttons up the back and felt like a dog chasing it's tail.

"Oh Jesus it's got me!"

[kindaeccentric]

Americans are so weird about Gerard's military outfit, like. I'm literally a Polish person in Poland and EVEN IF it was supposed to evoke WW2 dictators there's this fun little thing called political satire which allows you to use controversial imagery to convey a more complex message. It's ok. Gerard wore costumes inspired by Diana and a Manson family girl, do I have to explain to you how it's exactly the same line of thinking on his part? That by dressing as Diana he didn't mean to say 'I'm your dead iconic princess that could do no wrong' and by the Manson girl 'killing is ok if done by a girl, look how innocent I am'? No, you understood the complexity, the duality, the disparity between media coverage of these women and how complicated they were as actual people. He knows what he's doing, Gerard Way isn't an idiot, he knows what he cannot wear, but what would awaken a specific feeling in spectators, he cannot be naive enough not to know what our immediate association is, but has enough tact to do it subtly, and together with the running theme of American identity, American values and criticism of them it's not literal, it's a subversive take. Just like the casino guy drag wasn't supposed to be complimentary, but a mockery of a certain kind of American man, this too is a mockery of the cult of personality, of the cult of an exceptional individual, of a 'charismatic' leader, who's actually paranoid and just plain insane. The screens being black and white, the makeup, the movements-what is it if not a propaganda film? It should be obvious. And since it was When We Were Young festival and they have opinions on it, Gerard said with the costume 'Oh, so you want me as the crazy mastermind? You liked me more when I was controling and losing my mind? You want to idolize me, make me your leader? You want to excuse everything I ever did? You'll get it in spades.'

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Prom- Eddie Munson (2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Characters: Eddie Munson

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 518

Author: Charlotte

Normally you weren’t one to dress up or do anything elaborate with your hair, but you were desperate to be seen, even if it was just by one person. You wanted to be beautiful and to feel like a princess and although you knew that an extravagant gown and makeup wasn’t going to be the best answer, you were going to make the most of the night.

Once you were in your gown, you struggled to stop twirling around your living room, letting the layers of the skirts rustle around your legs and float up as you moved. You moment of innocent joy was broken when you heard a knock on the front door. You instantly panicked. For as long as you could remember you had liked Eddie as more than a friend and you hoped that he would feel the same, but you always doubted it. You knew that getting him to be your date to a dance that he didn’t want to go to, wasn’t going to change anything, but you couldn’t help how your heart fluttered at the thought of him.

With a deep breath for courage, you opened the door. There stood your best friend, the one person you had wanted as your date even if it was as a friend. He wore an ill-fitting suit, his tie not done up around his neck rather just draped there and his normal messy curls pulled back in a ponytail to try and tame it.

“Woah,” he whispered as he looked you up and down, taking in every inch of you. “You look… woah.”

“Is that a good thing?” You laughed, looking down to avoid his gaze.

Eddie couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face. “It’s amazing. You look stunning.”

Your cheeks begun to feel warm at the compliment. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been complimentary to you before, but this was different, maybe he didn’t just see you as his friend, but a girl who he could like.

“You look very handsome,” you responded. “I didn’t even know you had a suit.”

“That’s because I don’t,” he chuckled, attempting to run a hand through his messy hair but getting caught due to the bobble holding it in. “It’s Wayne’s, it’s the best I could get on short notice.”

He looked different but somehow the same. It was unlike him to wear a suit, but he looked comfortable in the lazily tucked in shirt, still donning his silver rings and holey old shoes.

“D-do you need help with your tie?” You asked, gesturing to the fabric draped around his neck.

His eyes widened, having forgotten about it. “Oh… yeah… Wayne had left, and I’ve never needed to do one.”

You offered him a gentle smile, taking a step towards him, your skirts falling atop his shoes. You reached up and tied the tie for him, feeling his breathing hitch as your fingers grazed over his chest.

“There you go,” you smiled softly, trying to calm the heat that was overwhelming your face.

“Thanks… erm, we should get going, right?”

You nodded your head.

[ladychlo]

Hii Chay,

how are you???

my thoughts are a bit muddled so this might not be all that clear. sorry for that. i saw you answering that gender queer anon and gave me a little push to type this out. you've always been really kind and amazing and cool so i felt a little courage to come here and you so nicely wanted to hear if anyone wanted to rant so i guess here goes hehe.

Anyway, i'll come to the point. for months, i've been kinda questioning my gender identity. (wow this is so weird to get it out in the open. lol i feel like squealing.) the thing is i've been questioning do i really feel like a girl? a woman? but what even is it to feel like a girl? i mean there are some days i don't feel girlish/feminine and i like what i see in the mirror when i put my hair in a bun, all pulled back, dressed up in stereotypically masculine clothes, manspreading when i sit and have that stupid strut in my steps and that puff in my chest. and i get so pissed when my mum mentions these are boys clothes or these are girls clothes. and then me and my sister both scoff at her like what is this boy-girl?? clothes are clothes. and she doesn't mean anything by it like she never says we shouldn't wear it or it doesn't look good or smth. we wear what we want. for her, she's just pointing it out coz that's what she knows. and that's when i ask myself, is my annoyance because of this general classification of binaries or is it something i feel personally for myself regarding my own identity. like is it merely because i know there are people who exist outside of these binaries and these classifications are stupid??

and that's what i don't know how to differentiate. like me behaving a certain way or wearing certain clothes is even a classification in the first place due to stupid stereotypes and i am just the way i am as a girl or am i identifying with a different gender identity? and even saying this phrase out loud, 'i am a girl' feels weird sometimes. but what if it is due to my own internalised misogyny that i don't wanna say i'm a girl coz people inherently will assume i'm weak or cannot handle something?? because obviously that has happened even if not outright and i am a fucking overachiever so what if it is that influencing my thinking??

i don't know lol, suffice to say i'm confused. anyway sorry for this utter mess 😭

Hello love 🌼 its not a mess! I'm so glad you guys feel comfortable to share stuff like this with me, always makes happy to help with anything even if just listening!

Anywaaay, you know these whole questions you're asking are absolutely legit and not confusing, its actually good to wonder how we perform our gender bc at a point we dont know if we preform what we feel as our gender or what we just are supposed to preform. And I always remember a saying by Tede Mathews (he was a gay liberation and anti-war movements activist), he said "we are all born naked and anything anyone wears is drag" which is to say, like drag, what you wear can be a performance but also a self-expression. Whatever we wear is an expression of our gender, the materialization of it in real life.

What you wear doesn't determine your gender ofc ik you know this, but it is a way to articulate what we feel as our gender, I for so long identified as a girl but always wore what was considered masculine clothes but then it was like a way to question my gender identity as a whole bc starting with what you wear it helps you understand how you identify and how you express it are two different things but complimentary as well. The possibility of you ''playing'' or creating a fluidity around your gender can actually start from what you wear bc it is as I said a material part of our gender and how we want to be perceived. Also, you can still identify with your assigned gender but you can express it away from the norm or what is your cisness suppose to look like.

the classifications are predictable, bc gender is one of the oldest systems of power, people need these classifications to situate themselves according to these dynamics of power, you can't escape these classifications but you can choose not to abide by them or follow them and they can so strange to you and foreign and they can be your source to be creative with how you express your gender. but yeah no, never limit yourself, and never let these feelings of confusion stop you from exploring how far you can get with your gender. on the contrary, these confusions will give you a sense of yourself and once you go there you can have a sense of control and understanding of who you can be and who you are, I always say that it feels like a none ending process, you can always keep questioning your gender and its totally fine, that can be it, constant self-expression that changes, always, but yeah, you're doing alright! if you wanna talk about it more or a specific thing I'm here, mwaaaah xx

[khaleesiofalicante]

Oh, I have a lot of gossip to tell you!!!

Idk where I left the last update, so I hope this is right

Sooo, Thomas has been talking a lot with Emily recently, right? And he definitely likes her again. IKR??? What in the romcom hell is happening here?? They aren't "officially" dating again, but everyone with eyes can see something is definitely going on already

Yeah, sad. ANYWAYS! We are still good friends, like we continue to talk everyday and talk about our day, etc. It's not the same as it was, bit it's still good :)

Buuut, now the thing is everyone thinks something is going on between Andrew and me omfg😂

And we are totally platonic, but we do get along pretty well, and I kinda understand that people think that bc we are always together (bc, you know, that's what you do when you are friends with someone!! Of the same class!!! And we happen to sit together!!)

And also, we act kinda flirty without acting flirty. The other day we were looking for pictures of ourselves for a project and the conversation went something like:

Andrew: Oh, the other day I took a photo and I think it's my favorite one so far. I look kinda hot. Wanna see it?

Me: sure, show me!

Him: It's good, so prepare yourself

Me: I'll try not to faint! *He shows me the picture* Yeah, you do look hot

Him: right? Thanks!!

Me: look, I found this one of myself. I think it's also my favorite, I definitely look amazing in that dress!

Him: You can use that! You do look good!!

Everyone: ....

And we also talk so much about the girls we consider pretty (respectfully of course) and we give each other advice, or just tease each other about the people we liked or the people that liked us

We are both kinda aware that some people think we are going out but we don't really care

Aaand, just the other day Thomas and Emily were playing volleyball and one friend suggested that we joined them, but Andrew and I were like "let them have some moment just them"

So, my other friend said: "I mean it would be awkward if you two went there bc, you know, Emily used to like Andrew and Thomas used to like you, and now they are going out again after a not-so-nice breakup but now they think there is something going on between you two"

And we just stay there letting our situation sink in 😂

Also, not so fun fact: Apparently Emily and Thomas have been like, agreeing on what to wear somedays. Like, they both go of one color, or same flannels, etc (god, couples are so cheesy jdhskdhdj)

But the thing is, I accidentally keep bringing the things they wear😂😂😂 similar flannel, same color... Fuck, I accidentally wore almost the exact same overall as Emily once. I high fived her about it but that's not the point!!

This is getting annoying tbh, but also it's so freaking hilarious lmaooo

That's it with the update with the mess of my life ;)

How are you doing??? Hope you did one nice thing for yourself today🔪🥰

💙.💙.💙.

*crying softly* i love gossip thank you so much 😭😭😭

"everyone with eyes can see something is definitely going on" - I SCREAMED AT THIS. I WANT TO USE THIS IN A FIC. THIS IS POETRY.

i love how everyone is obsessed with the four of you dkjnckjandkc LIKE THEY DEFINITELY HAVE A GROUP CHAT BRO. THEY HAVE A GROUP CHAT TO DISCUSS THIS SHIT.

straight couples matching their outfits should be a crime. like don't do it.

This whole thing is giving me Euphoria vibes (idk if this is complimentary or not lmao) and I am here for it.

Me and You and Andrew at this point: