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songtoyou · 4 years

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PRomance - Part One

Paring: Chris Evans x Famous Reader

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1,436

Warnings: Slight mention and jabs at Hiddleswift.

Description: Chris needs some good press. He convinces one of his closest friends to partake in a PRomance.

A/N: This idea came to me one night. It is pure fiction as I do not know what Chris believes when it comes to politics and policy issues.

I do not permit my work to be to be posted on any other site without my permission.

Note: Updated for grammar and punctuation edits.

When it comes to overseeing a celeb’s image, implementing public relation arrangements can help manage the release and spread of information about a celebrity. Establishing a “PROmance” with another star is not about love but creating a higher and stronger profile towards the media and public. However, one has to be careful when entering into at PROmance. Fans and the media will be able to detect if it is all for show. The key to any successful PROmance is not to overplay or underplay one’s hand. Just look at how bad Hiddleswift turned out. While that pair made a lot of sense on paper, the way the two went about their “coupling” was too public and too staged. There was no balance when it came to Hiddleswift. They were also in your face with the paparazzi catching their first kiss, to meeting the parents, along with their romantic getaway to Rome. Does anyone remember the 4th of July pics at Taylor’s Rhode Island beach home? Tom still is not able to live that down with his ‘I Heart TS’ tank top.

If Chris were to partake in a PROmance, he and his team would have to make sure there would be no cracks showing. Chris was no stranger to using PR to help provide a cleaner image for himself. Thankfully, being attached to Marvel and Captain America had improved his image. He was no longer viewed as the playboy who got kicked out of a club. Now Chris was considered “family-friendly.”

On the one hand, Chris was excited to move on to the next chapter of his career. On the other hand, with his Marvel contracted complete, Chris no longer had the cushion of the company’s PR machine. He still had so much to do and achieve in his life. Chris always liked his freedom and being able to come and go whenever and wherever he pleased.

Since the beginning of his new venture with A Starting Point, Chris was able to garner press for the project, particularly about which politicians he interviewed for the website. When certain politicians posted pictures on their social media with Chris, some fans were upset. They did not like that Chris was giving politicians like Senators Ted Cruz and Marsha Blackburn or Congressman Dan Crenshaw publicity and allowing them to share their ultra-right-wing policies. Chris was getting called out left and right on Twitter. He was worried ASP was already in jeopardy before people had the chance to see what the website was supposed to accomplish. The backlash was pretty harsh that not even a cute picture of Dodge could help calm the storm.

Chris knew partaking in a PROmance was a quick way to divert the negative attention he received onto something else for fans to focus on and talk about on social media. With his PR representative, Megan, at his side, the two looked over a list of potential actresses willing to partake in this arrangement.

“It’s too bad Ana is already in a PR relationship with Affleck,” Chris teased. “She’d been a good choice since I already know her. Plus, we had surprisingly good chemistry on the press tour for Knives Out.”

“Yeah, Ana would have been a good pick. But what about her?” suggested Megan as she held up a picture of Lily James. “She’s pretty and played Cinderella in the live-action version. You’d have yourself a Disney princess. Captain America and Cinderella. The headlines practically write themselves.”

Chris thought about it as he looked at Lily’s picture. She was pretty but did not know anything about her. It was too much of a gamble to start a PR relationship with someone he did not know.

“In this day and age of social media, fans want something that comes off more transparent and honest. I don’t know this girl, and the fans will see right through it as they did with Lily Collins. Plus, another Lily? Really? No, I need someone who the fans are used to being around me and who won’t hassle her or make her feel intimidated. She needs to have a higher profile than me. That way, fans won’t accuse her of using me for fame. I think I have to go with Y/N.”

“Y/N! Really? Do you honestly think she would accept? She doesn’t normally do PROmances. Plus, you guys are close friends. Wouldn’t it be weird?” asked Megan.

“No, it shouldn’t be weird. Why would it be weird? Some fans ship us together.”

“It’s just… you two…have always had this ‘will they, won’t they’ vibe. It is weird how you would want to pursue a PROmance with Y/N and not a true romance. Am I wrong?” Megan raised another question.

“You aren’t wrong. But Y/N is one of my best friends. I know she will be there for me if I need and for this situation, I need her. I can make the call to Y/N personally,” Chris suggested, to which Megan agreed. She was not going to press the issue of her client’s harboring feelings for one of his closest friends.

But for Chris, this was business, and Y/N would understand. He sent her a quick text asking if she was available to FaceTime him. When a message from Y/N popped, Chris accepted.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked him.

“Hi. Nothing much. I just wanted to say hi and see how you were doing.”

“Everything is going well. I have been busy with the talk show, which has been amazing. I’m surprised it has been a pretty easy transition from scripted television to the new daytime talk show host on the scene,” you shared with Chris.

He was not surprised that you were succeeding in your new venture. You had a personality that was likable and relatable. People enjoyed watching you. That was why you had been successful for so many years.

“How about you? How are you holding up?” you asked, and Chris could not hold back his sigh.

“Oh…I’m doing alright.”

“What’s with that sigh?”

“Look, I am going to propose something to you, and…first and foremost…please know that I love and respect you. I would never pressure you to do anything you aren’t comfortable doing. But please know that what I am about to ask is because I desperately need your help,” Chris explained.

You felt your stomach drop at how sullen Chris was being. Your mind went straight to the worse scenario.

“Chris,” you spoke up and added, “Is Everything okay? You’re not like, sick, are you? You don’t need a kidney or anything, right?”

“What! No!” Chris then barked out a laugh. “I’m not dying, Y/N. Good Lord! Your mind sometimes…”

“Well, freaking eh man. You scared me there for a second,” you laughed. You were glad that it was not anything too serious.

“Okay, I’m just going to say it,” Chris began and quickly added, “I need you to partake in a…PROmance with me.”

There was a blank look on your face.

“First of all, what the hell is a PROmance?” you inquired skeptically.

“PROmance…it’s an amalgamation of PR and romance,” Chris clarified.

“Okay. Second, why are you still doing the PR dating bullshit? They never end up well. Hello, do I need to remind you of Hiddleswift.”

“Y/N, I would not ask you for this if I didn’t seriously need your help. It’s just a few outings here and there. We control the narrative. There won’t be any cracks for the fans or the media to see. We’ll be subtle about this situation. Alright? I need something else to distract everyone from the bad press ASP has been getting lately. Stepping out with you, a person people genuinely like, that will help take the edge of things.”

You could not hold back a groan. It was not like you were not prone to PR ploys in the past. You just made sure to steer clear of PR couplings as they never interested you and were a waste of time. However, Chris was one of your best friends, and you could tell he needed support. If it were a few outings with some assigned paparazzi tailing you both, then it would not be the worst thing in the world. As Chris said, you both would be in control of the narrative.

With a sigh, you told Chris, “Okay, I’ll do it. Let’s hope; for both of our sakes, this doesn’t end in a disaster. Both of our reputations and credibility are on the line.”

“We’re not going to fuck this up. We’re going to be smart about this whole thing. You have nothing to worry about, Y/N. I got you.”

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you

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ladyartemisia28 · 4 years

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Say Amen (Saturday Night)Chapter 4

Pairings: Prinxiety, side Logicality, Platonic Moxiety, Platonic/Family Logince.

Warnings: Cursing?

Words:4179

Summary: Sanders Sides Human College AU

Chapter 4- Nine in the Afternoon

Author’s Note- Very advised to get a hold of the song Welcome to the Black Parade- by My Chemical Romance.

After they finished gathering their things, Roman led Virgil out to the parking lot.

He slowly shuffled his feet as he caught up to Roman who walked up to open the trunk of a very nice red car. The symbol on the front of the car was a large L.

Virgil raised his eyes up from the ground to look at the vehicle with wide eyes.

“This is your car?” he roughly tossed his bag in the back set

“Yeah, I was hoping for a Lamborghini.” Roman joked with a wink as gently placed his bag in the trunk.

Virgil attempted silence small bitter voice in his head.

“When I was 14 and my cousin, Adora, got her Quiñceanera. She chose me to be her chambelán de honor or chosen escort. I was SOOOOOO JEALOUS!” He dramatically flourished with his hands as he grabbed the trunk lid and closed it shut. “So to bribe me my parents told me that they'd get me a car a year early.”

“Sorry but I have to ask, but I...I'm not sure what it is?” Virgil asked

“Oh uh, sorry” Roman apologized with a smile.

Virgil hummed as a response.

“It's the big birthday that Cis Latina girls get when they turn into 'women'. Silly and patriarchal, I know!” Roman added with a open palms gesture when he saw the eyebrow raise that Virgil gave. “But it was so fun, so fancy and beautiful!”

Roman pushed the key fob to unlock the car and they got themselves settled in.

“It's fucked up that other genders don't get anything like that.”

“Yeah I even stole the catalogue that she picked her dress out of. I cut out my favourites and glued my face on them. Put them all up and down my mirror.” Roman said with a proud smile remembering the happy memories.

Images of Roman in slinky cocktail dresses rushed into Virgil's mind. His face dropped to a small frown as he struggled to stop that particular train of thought.

Roman was unsure if he had said something that upset Virgil to make him clam up again.

"Uh you can pick the music if you'd like?” Roman offered as a break in the sudden silence. “CD's are in the middle.”

He waited for Virgil to buckle himself in before he pulled his car out of the parking lot. Virgil went through all the preset radio stations before opening the middle console.

“CD's? I would have thought that you would have your car set up with Spotify or Pandora or something like that?” he said as he opened opened the console and looked through the collection

“Eh, CD's are great. No commercials for long car trips. ”

All of the Cds were for musicals, a few that he had heard of like Phantom of the Opera, Wicked, and Guys and Dolls. And some that Virgil didn't know, Dear Evan Hanson, Six the Musical, and...Legally Blonde? He did not know that that was a musical.

Then he spotted one that Roman had mentioned.

“Um, any suggestions from Heathers? You said that I might like this the 7/11 song?”

“I usually go through the whole thing in order....but I suggest for you, Track number 4.”

“Could I get some context?” Virgil asked as he pressed the button for the track number.

“The uh, 7/11 scene in the movie...But in song.” Roman offered with a bit of a smug smile.

“I probably should have guessed that.” he admitted with a grumble.

Virgil closed his eyes as he listened to the song and imagined the scene in his head.

Just like in the Heathers movie JD was recounting to Veronica how he travelled all over the place because of his father. And because of that he didn't feel like he was able to connect to the people and places. No place felt like home, except for 7/11.

It was always a weird scene in Virgil's opinion. Like JD is just opening up to this person he just met and telling her his very strong feelings about a convenience store and Slushies.

Even though it was strange Virgil had to admit, it was a good song. Parts of the song were a little to close to home, like “When the voice in your head says you're better off dead”.

“So what do you think? ”

“Yeah I get it. Its good.”

“That's all?” Roman asked exasperatedly

“I guess I was expecting something different???”

“Like what?”

“I just thought that JD was going to be a little more intense. Like crazy sounding or something?”

“Ah what YOU are searching for is 'Meant to Be Yours' number 17.”

He pressed the button until he reached the number and sat back in his seat to listen.

“So is that was you were expecting?” Roman asked as they exited the car after arriving at the store.

“Yeah, it was” Virgil smiled “Real Intense.”

The pair stopped after they reached to threshold to get their bearings.

“I get so lost in here.” Roman complained with a slight whine to his voice. “I don't usually do the grocery shopping.

Before Virgil could comment Roman continued.

“Lo likes to go to make sure that the budget is kept tight, but he's been so busy with his job. He just got his a new taker for his math tutoring.”

“So Logan's your brother?” Virgil

“My brother, well Step brother. My Mama married his Papa. When I was old enough to remember that I was getting a new family, but young enough that it's no longer weird.” Roman offered a little bit more information than necessary.

Roman briefly considered mentioning that he was at the party and Virgil had briefly seen him, but he didn't want to bring up the previous night.

At lest he didn't want to bring it up first.

They were getting along so well that he didn't want to make Virgil uncomfortable.

“Really, I grew up with him so he is my brother. Soooooo do you have any siblings?” Roman began to play with the sleeves of his jacket as he attempted a more personal question.

“Uh yeah, a older sister” he muttered.

“And her name is...?”

“Melantha,” he responded with little inflection “she prefers to be called Missy.”

“Melantha?! WOW, huh! Did your parents just grab a baby name book and open a page at random for ALL their kids!” Roman teased with a mocking laugh as they arrived at the Dairy and Juice section.

“Yeah haha, Virgil's got a weird name. I've NEVER heard that before.” Virgil rolled his eyes as his tone changed from frosty to salty. “You know Roman isn't really the most common name either.”

“I am far from COMMON! Besides I wasn't saying your name was BAD! It is 'strange and usual like you'.” Roman winked as he tried to steer their conversation back to more friendly waters.

“Quoting Beetljuice at me? You'll have to do better than that.” Virgil grinned in spite of himself as he grabbed a six pack of orange drink and placed it in the cart.

“Come on you gotta give a guy some credit for remembering what your interests are right?”

“Yeah I guess” he said with a reluctantly happier tone.

“Hey do you see the Almond Milk?” Roman asked after he finished his scan bottles and cartons.

“Uh no, I think that might be over in the Organic or like Vegan section. Why does your brother have you on a specialized diet as well as his, what was it? His extremist water agenda? What does that even mean?” Virgil chuckled as he took the cart from Roman and led him toward the other end of the store.

“It's just what I call his super weird thing about getting enough water everyday. And yeah he does keep our kitchen stocked with a lot of green veggies. Also he checks to sure I kept up a sleep schedule”

Virgil's eyebrows rose in surprise at hearing all things.

“Yikes, he sounds like a bit of a control freak...”

“Yeah he is sometimes. Like I have hide my Butterfinger stash from him.” Roman complained. “He's not as bad I make him sound...NEVER tell him I told you that.”

Roman went over to the shelf and looked over the choices, Soy, Almond, Lactose- Free lined the shelves.

“Oh and to answer why the special milk, I'm THINKING of starting the Paleo diet right now. My brother has no influence on this though, just want to try and see what works. I might try Keto if this one doesn't work for me.

“ah right.” Virgil nodded eyes slightly widened hoping that the look on his face didn't betrayal the fact that he did NOT know what the heck a Paleo or a Keto diet meant.

Virgil felt heard a chime from his pocket so he pulled out his phone.

“Hey I'm going to get this.” he shook his phone up to show Roman before he stepped away from the cold of the meat section.

Roman nodded in return as he turned to look at the selection of skinless chicken.

Virgil got a message from Green_Tea_Gay on his Instagram account, Anxious_On_Main.

'Hey so that “Study Partner” is a hot piece!'

'Remy do you have a point' Virgil replied

'Gurl do you know? have you seen his pics? HOW is he Single!!'

After the three little dots disappeared in their place were several pictures

His face reddened as he looked at the pictures of the previously mentioned selfies. Roman wearing tight jeans in front of a mirror with his backside captured on the camera. Another with him laying on his stomach caught at an angle getting his short clad behind in shot.

He quickly glanced over to Roman, who was still distracted.

He looked back at him phone and quickly texted back.

'Don't send me those!'

'They are posted to the public! I didn't hack his phone'

'I don't care, no more pics of his butt'

'K'

Just about the time he was going to put his phone back into his pocket another chime stopped him.

The next series of pictures were of Roman exercising posing with a dumbbell doing a curl, stretching, and other gym activities,

And the last was Roman in swimwear that exposed more skin than he thought was allowed outside of certain websites.

His body felt instant heat and he looked and took a few calming breaths before returning to message Remy.

'I said no more pics!'

'Sis you told me no pics of his ass'

'DO NOT SEND PICTURES OF ROMAN SANDERSON!'

'Easy there Baby! No need to get your knickers in a twist. I'm just trying to help. Look at what you will be missing if you don't Snatch. That. Up!'

'What the hell Rem! We are NOT getting together! He is not into me.'

'Nah sweetie, you should have been paying more attention. That is totally a smitten kitten'

'You are the worst'

'No I am literally the best and you two are soooo getting together. Don't worry I know I made my point.'

'You asshole'

'Enjoy the pictures ;)'

Roman noticed that after he returned from his handling of his phone business Virgil had gotten quiet again and seemed to shift his gaze away from Roman.

'Did I spent too much time with the chicken?'

They walked down to the breakfast aisle.

As Virgil picked up some a box of Count Chocula cereal Roman slowed the cart to a stop behind him.

“You can only get this one around this time of year” he looked at it with a fondness that made Roman's stomach flip.

“So what are you planning on making?” Roman asked as he leaned his arms on the handle bar of the cart.

“Making? Uh, nothing, just like a bowl of cereal.... like with milk...from a cow” Virgil tilted his head to one side.

Confusion on his face as he held up the box and gave it a shake.

Roman could feel heat creep over his face, he was very caught off guard by the unexpected softness on Virgil's face.

'Shit!...now he thinks I'm an idiot who doesn't know how to eat cereal!'

Virgil turned around and did not see Roman's flushed face as he hide his own.

Basic cereal... I guess I could be making something with it like a cereal bar or something? A cake? Maybe? It isnt very impressive...and it's probably not on the platleo diet or whatever it was...

They stood in awkward silence until Virgil turned back around.

“I guess that cereal isn't something that YOU would be eating.” he looked at the cart. “From what I see here, you eat like you are going to be in the next Avengers movie or something.”

“Thanks, I mean I try.” Roman said with his eyes downwards as his body did an uncharacteristic shy sway.

“Yeah, I gues if you workout half as much as you take all those pictures, you could get away with more than the occasional Butterfinger.” Virgil's eyes widened as he realized what he had said.

'.. shut up! shut up! shut up!'

Roman's head snapped up to look at Virgil.

“You've seen my gyms pictures?” Roman asked in a whisper.

“Ah Yeah that's like all over your Instagram page,” he attempted to sound super casual

He did not sound casual.

Like at all

They felt a charged moment between them and the longer it went on the longer they were unsure of who was going to break the silence.

Roman took it upon himself to interrupt the quiet as he tool the box of chocolate cereal in hand.

“I like the marshmallow bats.” he said with sheepish smile.

When they returned to the car they loaded Roman's groceries into the trunk and Virgil's bags into the back seat. Then they got themselves settled in their seats.

“SO where am I uh dropping you off?” Roman asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“I live in the dorms," Virgil asked as he started his usual habit of checking all the radio stations. “You don't?”

He found a song that he seemed to like on one of stations, Roman recognized it as a song by Imagine Dragons.

“I live in a apartment a little bit away from the college, with Logan.”

“Um, I live in the north dorms.” Virgil said as he a small bit of nervousness as took his thumbnail between his teeth. “With Patton, my best friend.”

After that song ended, a G piano note began the next song. Roman vaguely recognized it from somewhere he couldn't place. He figured when it got to the singing part he would be able to identify it.

Virgil tensed out of both excitement and fear.

He was about to embarrassed himself in front of Roman. At lest Roman was driving so he wouldn't be stared at. So he took a breath and let himself focus on the lyrics.

“When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city” Virgil sang out beautifully. “To see a marching band”

Roman's jaw dropped and his breath stilled. He felt like he was going to swoon.

He was so very grateful that they were at a red stoplight.

“He said, son, when you grow up Would you be the saviour of the broken The beaten, and the damned? He said, will you defeat them Your demons and all the non-believers?”

Virgil sang with closed eyes losing himself in the song. While Roman's heart thumped hard in his chest and he felt an assortment of warring emotions.

“The plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you A phantom to lead you in the summer To join the black parade”

As the song picked up in tempo Roman realized where he had heard this song before. He remembered that he had a few friends who were into My Chemical Romance, it was 'Welcome to the Black Parade'.

“When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up Will you be the savior of the broken The beaten, and the damned?”

Virgil continued a little more intensely. As the song got more upbeat Roman joined Virgil in singing and continued his drive toward the dorm.

“Sometimes I get the feeling She's watching over me And other times I feel like I should go”

Virgil eyes popped wide open and he smiled.

“And through it all The rise and fall The bodies in the streets And when you're gone, we want you all to know

We'll carry on, we'll carry on And though you're dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And in my heart I can't contain it The anthem won't explain it”

As Roman turned a corner they continued to sing together

“A world that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black And take it back Let's shout it loud and clear Defiant to the end We hear the call”

Roman followed the music with dramatic hand gestures as he continued driving with his left hand. Even Virgil joined in with less dramatic the hand motions.

“To carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches”

Virgil sang with a full grinning face, his relief at Roman joining him in singing the song had caused him to relax and he was able to sing louder with more feeling.

“On and on, we carry through the fears (Oh, oh, oh) Disappointed faces of your peers (Oh, oh, oh)”

Take a look at me 'Cause I could not care at all”

Roman held onto the note at the end for a bit. Virgil continued on with the lyrics

Do or die, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try, you'll never break me We want it all, we wanna play this part I won't explain or say I'm sorry I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar Give a cheer for all the broken Listen here, because it's who we are I'm just a man, I'm not a hero Just a boy, who had to sing this song I'm just a man, I'm not a hero I don't care

They arrived at the dorms parking lot and Roman parked.

We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on You'll carry on

And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches on

Roman contuined his singing the longer held notes as they song concluded.

Do or die, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try, you'll never break me We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on) Do or die, you'll never make me (We'll carry on) Because the world will never take my heart (We'll carry on) Go and try, you'll never break me (We'll carry) We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)

“We'll carry on!”

They both sang as the song ended to the sounds of drums.

At the conclusion of the song both Virgil and Roman were out of breath and grinning.

Roman felt his heart race.

He had thought that he had experienced maximum attraction that morning toward Virgil. But he was very wrong.

'Damnit Virgil why does your voice have to sound like sexy melted chocolate!'

He fought every instinct to just lean over and initiate a vehicular makeout session.

Roman caught a brief glimpse of Virgil's eyes peak out from underneath his bangs and he gave him a very full smile.

Virgil nervously took a glance at Roman from underneath his dark hair.

Roman had the brightest and most authentic smile that Virgil thought he ever saw on his face.

It wasn't like Virgil thought that Roman faked his other smiles, the feelings of joy and friendliness were not false. But it seemed a lot of the other smiles that Roman gave seemed too perfect, Virgil guessed he practised his expressions in front of a mirror.

This smile was of shear amazement, it was pointed in Virgil's direction. Like he could not believe what he heard, it caused Virgil to feel an annoying sensation in his chest.

“I didn't know you could sing” Roman spoke softly breaking the silence.

“Uh sure I guess I can sing a tune here or there.” Virgil shrugged with a dismissive sigh.

“I think its more than that!” Roman attempted to offer him a very sincere compliment.

“Yeah I'm not about to sell out stadiums anytime.” Virgil chuckled at the thought.

'I wish you were in a band. I'd buy all your albums. Be front row in your concerts, I'd....shit I can't tell him any of this!'

“So My Chemical Romance huh?” Roman said with a wide smirk.

“What about it?!”

“They are like the most cliché Emo band ever.” Roman snickered.

“Ah cliche? Really YOU want to go there do you?!” Virgil said

“Whatever do you mean by that?” Roman asked with a raised eyebrow.

“For a theatre kid you would think you'd dress a bit more stylish or something?” Virgil attempted to say with an indifferent air.

“What like take the costume from Hot Mikado out around the quad?”

“Absolute no clue what that is.” Virgil laughed as he exited the vehicle.

“It's....never mind that. I have only dressed subtly to spare those around me. ” Roman responded as he walked to back of the car. “How would anyone be able to concentrate on their schooling if I were to show up in full regalia?!”

“Full Regalia, huh, you sure think highly of yourself don't you? I'm not sure you should be bragging quite so much.”

“Is that a formal challenge?” Roman felt his racing heart in his chest in the midst of their back and forth.

“Not sure how impressive you'll actually be, but I'll keep an open mind, I guess.” Virgil shrugged with a small smirk as he began to take out the bags.

'I'll show him'

Roman noticed a few heavier bags that he could chivalrously offer to help him with.

“I can help you carry some of your groceries to your dorm?”

“Ah you just want an excuse to come to my room.” Virgil teased in a deep low voice as he waited for Roman to banter back.

“YES YOU BET I DO!!!!....play it cool, Roman play it cool!'

“N...no...! I uh... as a gentleman I ... have to help anyone I see that is in need...” Roman sputtered out before he took ahold of small package of bagels “You ...you have... you have to carry..lots there.”

Virgil read his flustering as a rejection of his flirtation.

“No thanks! I got it! ” he quickly and loudly shouted in a panic as he took the bag out of Roman's hands.

Virgil thought that he and Roman had just shared a moment together.

'You just were imaging it! You shouldn't have believed Remy, you complete moron! ' He sling his messenger bag over his shoulder.

Then he draped the loops of the several other bags onto each elbow crook. And then took another bag into his left hand.

As he struggled to stuff the bagel bag into an already full bag, Roman again attempted to offer help.

“It's not a problem!” Roman gestured to the bagels.

“NO! I got it” Virgil just wanted to disappear as quickly as he could. He then placed the plastic of the bag in between his teeth.

“Cee Ou ENESAH.” Virgil shouted through clenched teeth as he retreated.

“Uh yeah.” Roman spoke to an empty damp parking lot. “see you”

Author's Note

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE SO SORRY for the long wait!

The long pause was due to new job and lack of constant access to a working computer.

I think I will still have a job later after the situation clears, but I am unsure....

ANYWAYS!

What do people think of me backtracking and converting all of the mentions of DEE to JAE? It won't be too much trouble as he has not even appeared yet.

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ssixa · 3 years

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CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe, smut (in this chapter)

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 5.7K

Warning: explicit language, SMUT!!!!!!, mention of piercings, drinking, switch, slight restraining, breath play

A/n: sorry for the hella late post! I got in this solid routine of studying and I didn’t want to break my stride with it lol. This is the first legit smut scene I’ve written before the narrative about Narachan that I posted. I’m still not very good at writing smut though, but I enjoyed writing from the y/f/n pov!

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Eight

~y/f/n’s POV~

I opened up Yug’s profile and clicked chat.

“I can’t believe this bitch, imma kill her one day. But I’m happy, a little more happy then I thought I would be. How do I even start to message him? Why am I so nervous he’s a crackhead fetus. Ok, here we go” I thought to myself.

“Heyyy it’s y/f/nnnn” damn too many y’s

“Um hey y/f/n nuna” he replies almost instantly with a nervous emote

“Yug, sweetheart you don’t have to call me nuna, y/f/n is just fine” I respond slightly flirtily

“Oh ok...y/f/n. Um~” he responds

“Yes?” I respond already having a hopes of what he’s going to ask

“I was just wondering if you wanted to come hang out with me at the hotel? I fully understand if you don’t want to though and you would much rather stay with y/n” he sends with almost a nervous sense.

“I don’t mind as long as I’m not interrupting your rest time” I reply back just being certain

“Oh no you’re not interrupting, I invited you didn’t I?”

“True, well I guess y/n can drop me off at the hotel then. You can go ahead and send the address to her”

“Yes ma’am hahaha”. Wow this boy has no limits, this will be an interesting night. I look to y/n who is on her phone purging the bad pics and videos from the concert.

“Yo y/n, Yug said he’ll send the address of the hotel to you. You can drop me off there and go to your boo” I laughed

“Lol ok ok...Mrs. Kim” I joke

“Well said Mrs. Im” we broke out in laughter. What a circumstance we’re in. y/n starts the car and we leave heading towards the hotel. We keep ourselves occupied with small chatter back and forth when it occurred to me,

“Wait I just realized, when the boys were coming over to our side during the concert, was that because of you?” I ask

“Yup, apart from Mark, that was the first time they had ever seen me in real life. So I guess they just wanted to be idiots” y/n replies with a laugh. The drive wasn’t long, but that’s probably because we talked the whole time. We arrived at the entrance of the hotel and I texted Yugyeom that I was here.

“Ok, go ahead and head to the 7th floor. Room 723” he replied almost instantly

“Gotcha” I replied. I said goodbye to y/n and walked inside. I headed to the elevator and walked in. I hit the seventh floor button and rode my way up. I took some deep breaths going up and until I was standing in front of his room. I knocked lightly and I heard footsteps rushing towards the door. A moment later, the door opens and I’m met with Yug’s adorable face. His smile is wide and he invites me in. After closing the door, he heads into the room and awkwardly stands a bit away from me. The air is full of an awkward silence until I speak up,

“Um do you mind if I take a seat?” I ask kind of nervously

“S-sure here” he points to the bed and neatens it up before I take a seat.

“I guess that’s his bed huh” I think

“D-do you want something to drink? The boys and I went out together yesterday and I bought some drinks in case I had some time to enjoy it” he mentioned

“Oooo what kind?” I ask since I was in the mood for some drinks tonight anyways

“Some flavored soju” he says with a smile

“Perfect! Then of course! Can we also play some games too?” I ask excitedly

“Yes! I love games! What do you want to play?”

“Mmm, how about we start off with cham cham cham? Do you mind if we take a couple of shots first” I suggest excitedly.

“OK!” he jumps up and grabs the drinks from the minifridge. He grabs a couple solo cups and returns to the bed. He pours a shot's worth into both of our cups and we take the shot together. He asked me what type of drinking games Americans play and I gave him a few ideas.

“We have games like flip cup, beer pong, or even a card game like Uno” I relay

“Oh wow! Can we play one of those games?”

“We can play beer pong since we can play it with two people, but if the others get back we can play flip cup! It’s one of my favorites and super fun too!”

We continue small banter back and forth and we are a few shots in when we decide to start the game. I guess it’s because he plays this a lot more than me that Yug is really good at the game. I lose a good few times and the penalty is taking a shot or a flick on the forehead. We decided to make it more interesting and cut up slips of paper and put ‘F’ for flick and ‘S’ for shot. We grabbed an empty cup and threw the slips in it so whenever one of us loses, we shake it up, pick a slip, and do what is on it. It was my idea for this since we could easily drink all the alcohol he had.

The game continued on with shots here and flicks here. A little while later, I could tell that we were both pretty tipsy; not super drunk, but gone enough to become really comfortable with each other. It was my turn at the game to cham cham cham him and he ended up seeing past my trick and dodging the direction my hand went. Next was his, he ended up winning so I had to take my draw from the penalty cup. To my demise, I ended up picking F which caused me to hide the slip. Yugyeom caught on to my sneakiness and asked to see the slip.

“y/f/n, let me see the slip!” he says laughing

“Noooo!” I reply in a laughing

“Come oOooOOoOnnnn” he pleaded

“Nope nope nope” I replied, shaking my head. My mother always told me my stubbornness would get me into trouble. I jumped to the other bed in the room trying to avoid Yugyeom. He got up and chased me there, I dodge him and roll off the bed jumping to his. No wonder he’s the main dancer because he changes direction and heads towards his bed. He hopped on top and fought to grab the slip out of my hands. I tried my best to keep it away from him, but all things considered, let's just say I lost.

After we were done cutting up and trying to catch our breath is when I realized what position we were in. My back was against the headboard with my legs crossed while he leaned over me pinning my arms above my head with one hand. It’s when I finally opened and focused my eyes that I realized he was staring at me. His eyes looked glazed yet so dark. His nose and cheeks slightly tinted with a light shade of pink though I was unsure if it was because he’s embarrassed or because he was drunk. The contact remained persistent for only a few more seconds when he suddenly bent down and connected our lips. His lips were so soft and warm. The kiss was long and innocent and yet had me holding my breath.

He broke the kiss and had both of our lungs trying to recapture the air that wasn’t breathed in. His facial expression changed suddenly

“I-I’m so sorry y/f/n” he said with a sense of panic. I couldn’t even react properly, I just kept staring causing him to panic more. He quickly pushed off of me and scooted to the end of the bed.

“I don’t why I did that! I must have drunk too much..” he continued to panic and ramble on as I sat up.

“Yug, it’s ok, really, it was nice” I look to him trying to calm him down with a gentle smile

“I know I should’ve asked and not just done it, I-” he paused

“You- it was nice?” he asks surprised at your choice of words

“Yeah~ you did catch me by surprise, but it was a nice surprise” I said quietly

“T-then would you-” he stammered

“Yes” I answered

“You didn’t even know what I was going to ask” he laughed slightly

“Then what were you going to ask then” I say with a smirk

“W-would you want to continue?” he asks without making much eye contact. Scared that your previous answer was going to change.

“Yes Yug. I told you I knew what you were about to ask” I laughed

“Hahaha I guess you did”

“Well then, are you going to come back here” I ask

“Anything for you” he replies as he slowly crawls back to me and centers himself between my legs. He closes in again where our lips are barely inches apart, but only a second later does he close the gap between us once again. Our lips move hungrily against each other, almost like he hasn’t had a sensation like this in a while if not ever. The kiss stayed heated and I tried to reach out to touch him in any way I could, but he tightened his grip on my wrists..

“Yug, please let go of my wrists” I beg

“I don’t think I will, baby girl” he replies lowly. The effect of the new nickname did it’s job in making me know my place. I find it hard to believe that he’s younger than me and yet he is this dominant. Then again I shouldn’t be surprised that the main dancer has a different personality. That’s one thing I’ve learned from being a kpop fan for so long. You can never trust these “sexy on stage” idols; them mostly being the main dancers at that. We go back to making out when he uses his free hand to slowly lift my shirt. I froze. It wasn’t that I couldn’t sleep with him it was that I couldn’t imagine that the person I was hooking up with WAS him. I started this day off going to the concert with my best friend only to find out she’s best friend’s with the group, and is now dating the leader.

“Like damn, I really be living the “y/n” life right now” I think. Before I knew it, he somehow managed to pull my shirt over my head and now I was just sitting there in my bra and skirt. When I looked at his face, it showed no emotion, almost disappointed.

“W-what?” I ask nervously with obvious concern in my voice. I start to panic, normally I’m really bold with my foot always forward and my head high, but his gaze and just who he is...what the hell has this child done to me. I look down to see if there was something wrong and look back up when I don’t see off. When I look back into his eyes, he’s just staring at me.

“Yug...you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”

“You’re..just so…” he starts

“Yug don’t you fucking dare” I say almost angrily.

“...beautiful” he concludes. I thought he was going to say something else before I warned him, but when I looked at his eyes, all it showed was the most sincerity in the world. The black glaze from earlier was gone and his beautiful brown eyes sparkled like they just gazed upon the most beautiful picture in the world. He leaned back in starting to kiss my lips once more then making his way down to my neck and truthfully I can’t tell if there will be a mark left after this. Goosebumps start to form as he keeps moving down onto my shoulders. Light, yet warm kisses coated my skin that was left bare to the air conditioned room. He got down to my chest where he was able to unsnap my bra from the back which REALLY led me to think that he wasn’t as inexperienced as he looks. My thoughts were suddenly brought out of its state of euphoria when I heard a gasp. I snap my head up,

“Fuck...how many piercings do you have?” he questioned

“Oh sweetheart there’s more to come” I comment with a smirk

“Will I have a chance to see them?” he questioned a slight smirk and raised eyebrow

“Anything for you” I wink. What the hell is wrong with me. This isn’t like me at all! I’m never this cheesy when it comes to getting my back blown out, but I just can’t figure this kid out. One moment he looks like he could devour me whole, while the next he looks like a kid in a candy store.

“That’s all I needed to hear princess” he says with his voice almost significantly deeper than usual. He goes to suck on one of the nipples while kneading the other and the pleasure is beyond the roof. I let out a soft moan which wasn’t soft enough because his actions suddenly changed. The hand kneading the one breast made its way down my stomach and to the edge of the skirt. He pushes back,

“Now, I’m going to release your hands and I’m going to need you to take off your skirt for me. Why don’t you be a good girl and do that for me?” he says

“Ok...but” you start

“I can’t be the only one fully naked out here. At least take off your shirt” you conclude. Finally, after this whole night since the concert ended, you’re showing signs of yourself once again.

“Whatever you want sweetheart” he complied, releasing your hands. You get off the bed causing a look of confusion. You turn towards him and put your hands behind your back. You slowly start undoing the zipper at the back and you see the realization suddenly hit his eyes. He sits at the edge of the bed leaning back using his arms as support, enjoying the show that he knows is only for him. As I start shimming out of the skirt and seeing his eyes watch where my hands are, I stop.

“Why’d you stop?” he questions

“Last I checked, I said I wasn’t going to be the only one without clothing” I relay

“Sorry, just enjoying the show. I hate missing good moments of a great movie” he winked

“Well looks like you hit the rewind button” I comment pulling my skirt back up and reaching for the zipper.

“Oof you’re really going to make this a fun time huh?” he laughs

“Of course” I wink. He stands up and removes his shirt showing his pale yet fit self. You just stand there gazing as this boy built for the demigods. That’s when you truly realize that god truly picks favorites, though I know he’s worked hard for that body.

“Like what you see?” he slyly says

“Who wouldn’t” I replied without looking back up. It didn’t take you long to rid yourself of your skirt. Though he was still wearing more clothes than you were, it still felt better that he didn’t have a shirt. This wasn’t a moment of teasing during a concert where it is only a moment that a shirt gets raised, this is close to permanent and with more purging of clothing coming down the road. You both stood there just looking each other in the eyes. A deep breath held by much tension was let out and that’s when Yugyeom picked me up behind the knees and laid me down on the bed.

It wasn’t a foreign fact that his hard on was rubbing against my clothed core. He knew exactly what he was doing, he grinded harder and I let out a subtle moan. He dragged one of his hands down my sides and past my underwear. He rubbed my clit in circular motions with just the right amount of pressure. His index finger slid down my slit, teasing my opening

“Fuck Yug, please” I begged.

“Damn you’re so wet” he seeths. Luckily he wasn’t fully ignoring my pleas. He slipped his finger in and slowly started pumping. The moans that left me could not be described with words. He easily found the one spot that could ruin me and made sure to hit it. Suddenly, he slides in a second finger. I let out a louder moan than before and continued to receive the pleasure he had been giving. He pumped harder and rubbed my clit faster and the tension in my stomach kept building,

“Fuck I’m close daddy” I moaned out. My eyes shot open in realization of the word that just left my mouth

“What did you just say?” he says in a low voice

“N-nothing” I squeaked out avoiding eye contact with him

“Say..It” he growled in what I would’ve thought a demon would sound like.

“D-daddy” he said quietly

“Louder” he commanded

“Daddy” I muttered slightly louder and more boldly. This I knew about myself; this daddy kink has always been a thing about me, but I have never uttered that word from just finger play and even someone younger than me.

“Now what would you like daddy to do? Hm?”

“Please, I’m so close”

“As you wish sweetheart” he replies. He throttles the two fingers back into my warmth and curves his fingers up; with his thumb back on my clit. Knowing exactly where to hit, I let out a loud moan. My respirations grew deeper and faster as he kept pumping. The tension built more and more until I couldn’t bare it anymore.

“Fuck fuck fuck” I moan out. My body erupts in spasms almost immediately and it takes a minute for me to calm back down. My breaths slow as I catch my breath and realize how this might look. I couldn’t think of how I might look and I shield my face.

“Why are you covering your face?” Yugyeom lightly chuckles

“I probably look a mess right now” I reply back

“y/f/n, you look beautiful” he compliments removing my hands from my face. He lays down beside me, almost exhausted himself.

“Why are you the one that’s tired? You weren’t the one that just got finger fucked” I laugh

“Seeing you like this, truthfully takes my breath away...and you forget that we just performed a two and a half hour concert” he replies back jokingly

“Wow ok cringe, and that makes sense” I reply back. I lay to my side and he pulled me into his chest.

“Don’t you want a turn?” I ask after a moment of silence

“Nah I’m fine. Let’s just lay here” he says soothingly. Now, I know better and though I’m sensitive and truthfully tired, he seems to have unfinished business that is screaming to be dealt with. I slowly start moving my butt against him trying to gain a reaction from him. He slightly growls,

“W-what are you doing?” he asks nervously

“You seem to have some unfinished business and I just wanted to solve it for you” I replied. I started moving faster as I feel him growing harder and...bigger?

“Y-y/f/n” he moans out

“Now tell me what you want baby boy?” I reply back slightly

“P-please…” he sputtered

“Please what? Use your words” I state. I was happy that I was finally getting back to my regular self.

“Please, I need you” was all I needed. I turned to face him and pulled my arm down to his crotch. My hand grabbed his covered member and started slowly massaging it. He let out a small moan, but tried to keep it suppressed. I was determined now to make him moan louder. I put my hand in his sweats and realized

“No underwear?”

“Well they tend to be a little constricting so I choose not to wear them when I don’t have to” he mumbles out. I nod understanding his position. Hell, I understand because I hate wearing a lot of clothes when I’m at home. I grab his member and start pumping slowly. His breaths were getting deep so I decided to switch my tactic. I turned him on his back and got between his legs. I grabbed his waistband of his light gray sweatpants and slowly started inching them down. Throughout this whole process, my eye contact never left his. His stare was so innocent and his face was obviously getting red. I locked my eyes back on his pants once they were pulled far enough. His hard member shot up finally being set free from the constraints of the waistband.

He was a decent size, not super big but not small either. It stood boldly and was already slightly oozing with precum. I knew better than to gawk because he might take the opportunity to take control back and I sure in hell wasn’t going to let that happen again. I pumped him more and lowered my mouth to it. I start to bob my head up and down at a steady pace. A string of curse words made their way out of his mouth along with some moans as well. I kept bobbing and stroking his member for a little while longer until I felt him jerk his hips up. I hold them down preventing him from bucking them up again. I do help further the pleasure by hitting the back of my throat a little more often than before. He tried grabbing my hair and I decided to hold down his arms. That proved to be pointless since he was a lot stronger than me.

I released his member from my mouth and he snapped his head up.

“Why did you stop?” he wined

“I can’t have you grabbing my hair now can I?” I comment

“S-sorry” he apologizes

“No~ that won’t work now will it” I smirk. I got off the bed and looked around for a second until I found what I was looking for. I went to his luggage, opened it, and started looking through it.

“What are you doing?” Yugyeom questioned

“Just looking for something...found it!” I exclaim. I turn around and hold up two belts with a smirk on my face.

“W-what are you going to do with those?” he shockingly asks with wide eyes

“This will keep those lovely hands of yours to yourself” I reply

“Fuck, this is going to drive me insane not being able to touch you” he sighs

“Mmmm, I’m going to enjoy this” I say as I get back on the bed and straddle him. Luckily, and unusually, the hotel beds here came with a “usable” bed frame. I grabbed one of his arms and pulled it back. I tied one belt around his wrist then around the bed post frame. I grabbed the other arm and did the same. This is one thing I can say I’m good at, though I don’t think girl scouts taught us tying skills to be used for this reason. After making sure the belts were nice and tight, I went back to being stationed between his legs. I place my mouth back on his stiff member and my hand at his base helping me pump as I suck. He moans more than before and I guess it’s because of being restrained that causes it.

“Fuck I’m so close, keep going, I’m so fucking close” he moans out. I picked up my pace to get him to reach his climax. Only a few seconds later do I feel his hips bucking up, hot liquid shoot to the back of my throat along with a string of curses. I milk him for all he’s worth taking my time to look at his face curling in pleasure. I release him and crawl my way up to his face. He opened his eyes and we made eye contact. I swallowed the liquid and used my finger to swipe my bottom lip showing that I would leave nothing of his wasted.

“Fuck...I can’t….fuck” he mumbles. I smirk as I scooted to get off of him, fully satisfied by my accomplishment. That was short lived when I realized that his member was still slightly erect.

“I see that someone isn’t satisfied quite yet” I laugh

“What can I say, you have me horny as fuck” he replies with a sigh

“Well we can’t have that, now can we” I smirk. I get off the bed and remove my underwear that proves to be pointless at this point. I get back on top of him and center myself above his member. As I began to lower myself down, he stopped me

“Wait I think there’s a condom in my bag” he states

“Don’t worry, I’m on birth control” I state. With a breath, I slowly let myself down onto his member. We both let out moans of pleasure as I was being filled and he was being enveloped around my walls.

“Fuck, y/f/n, you’re so tight. god you feel incredible” he moans out

“Yug you feel so good, fuck” I moan out as well. I give myself a little time to adjust from being stretched out so suddenly. Once I felt settled I started moving slowly. More strings of moans were let out by the both of us. Yug tried to reach out, but groaned out of anger forgetting he was restrained.

“Damn, y/f/n let me out of these. They’re driving me insane” he uttered angrily

“Hmm we’ll see, I quite enjoy this” I laughed. To increase the torture I decided to pause for a moment.

“Why did you stop?” he growled. I said nothing and just looked him in the eye. I put my hands on my boobs and slowly started massaging them. I slowly started moving my hips back and forth trying to stimulate myself as much as possible. I threw my head back in pleasure that I was inducing myself. Yug was struggling to rid his arms of the restraints,

“Shit, take these things off of me. I can’t stand it, FUCK I can’t touch you” he angrily says. Seeing him struggle and beg just turns me on even more. I think it’s because of how much he exudes big dick energy, that seeing how he looks so vulnerable had me at my wits end.

“Fuck, please!” he begs

“Damn, ok. I bet your arms are tired” I slightly give in. I lift up off him and go to untie his hands. As I release the second arm, I realize my mistake; maybe I riled him up a little too much. He suddenly pulled me on the bed and flipped me over with my arms yet again trappe above my head. My eyes were wide and my heart racing fast,

“Sweetheart, you made daddy very mad by all the teasing” he commented with his eyes covered by his bangs. Damn he looks hot.

“Oh did I?” I say with an innocent look

“Don’t play innocent sweetheart, you knew exactly what you were doing and now you’re going to pay for it” he says with a growl. He grabs my arms and one of the belts and ties them up. Well played Yug, well played. He leans over me and without warning, shoves his member into me.

“FUCK, SHIT!!” I scream out. He thrusts at a sporadic pace that drove me crazy. I knew this was payback and I greatly regretted torturing him earlier. He was missing my g-spot intentionally every now and then and it was driving me up the wall. He reached his hands up to my boobs and started massaging them while he started grinding at a slower pace. I moaned out in pleasure and I could see a smirk form on his face

“Damn, do you feel that good?” he cocks. Nothing but a string of moans leave my mouth as a response.

“So how does my princess want me to continue?” he asks continually grinding into me

“Please...harder...harder” I reply

“Harder what beautiful?”

“Please harder daddy”

“As you wish my queen” he replies. Damn that new name change just increased this ecstasy. He did as he was told and went harder.

“Fuck I’m so close Yug” I moan out

“Me...too” he moaned out a reply. He slowly slid his hand up around my throat and slightly squeezed unexpectedly which caught me by surprise. My eyes crept open making direct eye contact with him

“Yug…” I squeak. His eyes are dark and lustful, but it was almost like he was broken out of a trance, he snatched his hand away and halted his movements altogether.

“y/f/n, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I...I..” he panicked

“Yug, it’s ok. Shit it was hot please keep going I’m so close” I assure him

“A-are you sure?” he looks with such innocent eyes

“Yug I swear If you don’t finish what we started I will end you” I threaten

“Alright alright” he says as he leans back down to kiss my lips. He started to pound into me quickly and without warning or hesitation again . He returned his hand back to my throat and after the two words of “I’m close” slipped my lips, he started to squeeze harder. I could tell he was reaching his climax due to his movements getting sloppy and the rhythm being less consistent. Deep moans rung throughout the room as we both hit our climaxes. The constriction around my neck really made it all the more euphoric. He thrusted his hips a few more times helping me ride out my high. After a few deep breaths were given out before Yugyeom collapsed beside me.

“Oh my god…” he says still trying to regain the lost air

“...that was amazing,” I finished. We turned to look at each other and he leaned down giving a long kiss to my sweaty forehead. He pulls me into his chest and I feel my eyes getting heavy.

“You getting sleepy?” Yugyeom softly speaks up

“Mmm” was all I could respond

“Do you want to get cleaned up a little first?” he suggests

“I know I should, but I’m so lazy now” I whine in almost a sleep type manner

“Here let me help you” he responds. I feel the dip in the bed disappear and I force my eyes slightly open. Before my brain could comprehend what was going on, I felt my body being lifted off the bed.

“What are you doing?!” I exclaim in a slight chuckle

“We both need to freshen up anyways and…” he draws out

“And what?” I look at him in confusion

“Well, I don’t think Mark hyung would be appreciative of us stinking up the place” he laughs

“True he would probably stop rooming with you during tours” I laugh as we proceed to the bathroom.

“I can’t have that!! I get really lonely during tours and no one else wants to share a room but he’s the only one that doesn’t mind” he fake cries. (V Live, 05122018; http://kpopherald.koreaherald.com/view.php?ud=201805131852414957228_2)

“You cry baby” I laugh while lightly hitting him on his shoulder

“Do you mind putting me down? You’ve been standing in the bathroom, holding me in this bridal style for the past 10 minutes” I continue

“Nope, this is nice” he grins, but puts me down into the already filling bathtub...wait...when did he even do this? Oh well nevermind. I see him grab some soap he brought from the sink and pour it into the bathtub. I’m surprised, and also not, that this man would enjoy bubble baths, but I can’t complain, who doesn’t like bubble baths. After pouring a decent amount in, he hops in and sits behind me. We sit in the quietness of the bathroom with the warmth of the water and our bodies keeping us comfortable. We continued small banter back and forth until we decided that it was time for us to get out and dry ourselves off.

Yugyeom told me to wait as he ran into the room and came back with one of his shirts for me to wear. I threw it on as he put on his own clothes as well. We went back in the room and Yugyeom jumped in the bed while I headed to the window.

“What are you doing?” Yugyeom looks over to ask

“Opening the window, this place might need a little airing out. Let’s spare Mark the details” I laugh

“Makes sense, but sometimes I like to bully hyung. I’ll refrain this one time though” he laughs. I laugh along as I return to the bed after opening the window. Luckily, it was a cool night so leaving the window open wouldn’t be too much trouble. We cuddled together and I could feel some heavy breathing from behind me. I turn around, and smile slightly to see he’s fast asleep. He looks so precious and cute it’s crazy to think that this same boy was the same one who went crazy down on me earlier. I turn back around to have my back against his chest when I hear my phone go off. I reach and answer it,

“Bbbiiittcchhh you done getting your back blown out?!” I hear y/n scream through the phone

“y/n you drunk?” I ask laughingly

“Well of course! Now ANSWER MY QUESTION!” y/n sasses

“Yes we’re done lol. I was just about to fall asleep when you called. Now I’m pretty sure you’re too drunk to drive back to my place so you spending the night with your new boo?” I ask slightly groggily

“Good! I made sure the dinner lasted a little while longer, so you’re welcome. And yes! They’re letting me head to JB’s room first to avoid any suspicion and he would follow me in later” y/n rambles on

“That’s nice, well a bitch is getting tired so imma have to talk to you later”

“OKIE DOKIE GOOD NIGHT!!!” y/n replies and hangs up the phone. I place my phone back on the nightstand and cuddle back into Yug before drifting off to sleep.

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SM3: Nice Jerks are the Worst

I don't know about y'all, but I had big plans for 2020. Now, maybe those big plans will still happen, Idk. But, this was supposed to be our year! - that's what people say, right?? This was the year that you were going to go on that vacation. You were going to drop that dead beat spouse, leave that spouse with the kids, and run off to Mexico, right??!. You were going to start that business. Gain that weight. Come out of the closet. Finally tat that left butt cheek. You were going to stop doing hardcore drugs. Maybe this was going to be your year to start doing hardcore drugs. I'm not here to judge, only to ramble.

But, 2020 quickly turned to shit. Now, we're all looking for someone to blame. Someone has to pay for our horrible haircuts or hairiness, our newfound hatred for our families, and for plenty of much more serious stuff.

I, personally, like to turn to movies for lessons about life. And I think I have the perfect movie to help us figure out who to blame - you guessed it "Spider-Man 3"

This first attempt at a motion picture SM was doing so well. We loved Spidey (though some didn't care for Tobey Maguire, playing him).

Spidey and Mary Jane (Kirsten Dunst) are adorable. Then, this thing showed up and everything turned to shit (not unlike Covid-19).

Let's look into what went wrong, and who is to blame.

First, let me say that I really liked the action in this movie. There are three villains in this movie: Venom (played by Topher Grace), that thing you see above.

Green Goblin (played by James Franco), who is... a green goblin.

And Sandman (played by Tommy Church), who has a body that is now kinda made of sand - which seems silly if you pick it a part... though so does a man with the powers of a spider.

There was lots of action, and it was all shot well. There is one action scene where there is NO ONE around... I mean NO ONE. It's frickin NY. Peter Parker (not dressed as Spider-Man) and Green Goblin are causing all kinds of damage and making a lot of noise, and not ONE new yorker has anything to say about it? Unless you're a healthcare worker, I bet new yorkers are still cursing at each other from their homes. This was glaring, but Imma let it slide, cuz the action was good.

That's about all of the good I have to report:)

Quick plot recap:

1) MJ and Petey are on the rocks 2) James Franco is an asshole, trying to destroy Peter for killing his father (which he didn't) 3) Venom is trying to kill Spidey (what else is new??) 4) Venom, at one point, infects Peter Parker, to become "Black Spidey" - this, of course, is also when the people of the city started to hate him.

5) Oh, and Peter, mm! He's the worst. I've got something for him later.

There are two major reasons why people talk shit about this movie.

1st - Casting/Characters

Nobody is likeable in this movie

From the very first scene, MJ is singing to us, annnnd it's sooooo boring. I don't think it was supposed to be. Someone in the audience should have been booing. We can’t just allow entertainers to get comfortable, thinking that they can do whatever the hell that they want! - that’s how you end up with stuff like this

It was like, if Snow White were to perform a number for a large crowd.

Just Snow White - I ain't talking about no cute animals around or the suspense of menacing dwarves that might turn on Snow White at any moment. Not even a prince who might be gay (that’s the word on the streets). Just a long movie filled with songs from Snow White; that's what we're talking about. First, MJ bores me, then she's pathetically whining throughout the whole movie.

Sandman is cool (despite his love for striped shirts), but we don't really get to know him.

Side note: He gets his powers by accidentally getting trapped in a science experiment. The scientists, btw, ( And Lord knows what they were up to) knew that something could have been trapped in there, assumed it was a bird, and kept on going. See, this is why certain people don't trust y'all.

James Franco is James Franco (an asshole). Not worth a pic.

Venom doesn't really have a personality (and his host... well, he ain't no Tom Hardy)

PLUS, Peter Parker is a dick (again, we'll get to that later).

The most likeable person in this film is JJ Jameson, and we're not really supposed to like him.

A person with that look shouldn’t be your most likeable character.

Look at this stage -

Who is likeable up here? Fauci, maybe? But, betting by the amount of times that he puts his hands to his face,

- there are things he's not allowing himself to say, so though perhaps likeable, if we can fully trust him. And as far as Trump... Even Trump supporters can't HONESTLY say that they LIKE the man (I mean, if he weren't the prez, would you honestly want him around? - your family?). They certainly can't say that they trust him - though I guess the amount of people looking into ingesting cleaning products after Trump mentioned something along those lines, would beg to differ.

This is the group we're looking to for direction?!

And this is also a problem in the movie. I have to be able to like SOMEBODY!

I need to be able to trust someone to stop the cheesy-written shit storm that is this movie.

"Cheesy Shit Storm" - how bout that for a visual? :)

2nd - dance numbers!

I actually didn't mind the first one, when Peter is dancing through the streets.

Ha! Wow, he is going for it. Come get it while it’ s hot, ladies!

It's odd, but it's supposed to be. It's supposed to be funny, and it kinda is. You ever dance a lil bit while you're out at a store? I know I do; especially now that we're wearing pandemic masks - no one knows who I am. NBD to dance a bit in public, but if you keep going passed a certain point, it just becomes annoying.

That's why the second dance number is bad. Plus, it doesn't make any sense.

At this point MJ and Peter have broken up. She's singing in a bar, and Peter interrupts her song with a dance number (while using his new girlfriend to poke at MJ). Now, While MJ’s songs of boredom deserve interruption, she didn’t deserve that.

Venom is like a drug. Venom brings out the worst in a person. You're telling me that Peter Parker, with all of the rage built up from Uncle Ben and villains and his life not being all that great; the best or I should say "the worst" that he can do is Jazz hands? With all of his superpowers, he should be out there slaughtering everyone in sight. I mean, he did slap the shit out of MJ though (by "accident"). That's when he snapped out of the evil dance number. I don't know what kind of message that sends.

"MJ, it wasn't until I slapped the holy hell out of you that I realized the error of my ways, so... thank you? I'm just going to go on about my day now."

I see this misguided scene as a metaphor. Peter Parker is dancing around his issues:

His relationship with MJ has been bad. He's on that stuff (Venom). And honestly, MJ knows that he's Spider-Man. Why couldn't he have just explained to her what was happening?

"Sorry, baby. I got possessed by an alien again, you know how it is."

And he was dealing with the fact that the person who killed his uncle is on the loose. Another side note: MJ, even though they had just broken up, still cares for Peter while he's dealing with the news about Uncle Ben's killer. That's a damned good friend right there! - especially the way Peter had been acting towards her.

We've got to deal with stuff, people! We can't just get bad haircuts, wear weird clothes, and do drugs! Eventually, that will lead us to slapping the shit out of someone that we love. There are a lot of realities that we're prob not facing at the moment (and some we prob have no intentions of ever facing). A lot of things that we could have done to prevent certain things from escalating, but... we were busy doing our typical dance.

Peter was warned about Venom and did nothing about it. He told himself, "I got this", and clearly he didn't. Honestly, the whole city was screwing up by not helping Spider-Man at all. At the end, when the big fight is happening, and MJ is near death, everybody is just watching all of this go down. Where were the cops?! The S.W.A.T?! Other superheroes? New Yorkers themselves! - they're bold! But, to be fair, Venom came from outer space, so... it was a bit unprecedented; people were prob scared. I'll cut them and Spidey some slack.

You know who I won't cut any slack - Tobey Maguire's Peter Parker!

Peter Parker is a jerk. I'm thinking that Tobey's Peter Parker has always been a jerk; a nice jerk, but a jerk. Have you ever met a nice jerk? They do all of the things that a regualr jerk does, but they'll rationalize their behavior, and look puzzled when you react to their awfulness. I didn't notice this in the 1st movie, cuz I was just happy to get Spider-Man. I didn't notice in the 2nd movie, cuz those kids were just too darn cute. But, his niceness was so annoying in this movie. And he treated MJ horribly : He never listens to her, he’s always late, he only talks about himself, he’s too damned nice, he never knows when they’re in a fight, he kisses other women right in front of her and then is like “What did I do?”

I kept wanting her to punch Peter out; he would have deserved it.

The foundation of the character of the 1st Spider-Man was a problem from the start! If the foundation is shaky, then - whew! I'm glad that we finally fixed it:)

Plus, he never said he was sorry. He did one of those "Well, I'm not perfect." things. She ain't asking for perfection, just quit being a jerk!

A better movie would have been if MJ had been infected by Venom. For starters, she would have given a better performance, in the beginning. Something more like this -

She would have banged Peter's friends. She would have destroyed her critics. And most importantly, she wouldn't have taken any shit from Peter. That could have been the main plot. Instead of a convultued blend of three villains around the nice jerkiness of Peter, it would have been Spider-Man vs MJ - beatening each other up all throughout the city; though I guess that would be considered domestic violence. But, why dance around real issues out there!

It could have been a family-friendly movie about drug abuse (Venom) and domestic violence... and possibly some make-up sex in the middle of the city. But, after that, one of them, if not both, are going to jail! We gotta deal with the problems, people!

Grade: an entertaining D+

I did enjoy it. It wasn't as bad as I remember it, and I'd prob watch it again. But, I can't deny that on a technical level, it's crap.

"Who’s to blame?" isn't really the question. It's more "Who deserves what percentage of the blame?" There's a lot of blame to go around here... even to us who enabled Peter's jerkiness in the first two movies.

I like the direction that we're going in now.

A better Spidey A better MJ Better villains

And even a better Aunt May

- looking all good with Tony Stark.

- imagine Tony aggressively flirting with the older one

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worryinglyinnocent · 5 years

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Fic: Picture Perfect

Summary: Gold’s off at an auction out of town, and Belle is missing him in more ways than one. A not-so-innocent text message sparks the beginning of some fun for both of them.

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling prompt: sexting/sending nudes

Rated: E

Picture Perfect

Belle was bored. There were no two ways about it.

Well, there were.

She wasn’t actually bored. She was frustrated, and as such she couldn’t focus on reading, and as such she had nothing to occupy her mind with except her mounting frustration and watching the hands on the clock tick down towards five when she could close up the library and go and do something about that frustration.

Because, truth be told, frustrated was really just a euphemism for ridiculously sexually aroused, and the idea of going over the road to the pawn shop and fucking her boyfriend into next Thursday was so tempting that the only thing keeping Belle in the library was the fact that Gold was not actually in the pawn shop. He’d gone to an auction in Boston and wouldn’t be back until the next day, meaning Belle was going to have to rely on electronic relief for her frustration.

She groaned, leaning back in her chair to stare up at the ceiling. The next time Gold went away for any length of time, she was going to bring her vibrator to the library with her. She wondered where he was now and if he was feeling the same way she was. She didn’t want to disturb him if he was actually in the auction room and needed to focus on bidding, but if he wasn’t, well, she thought she might be able to take the edge off things until closing time.

Sitting upright in her chair again, Belle grabbed her phone and tapped out a message to Gold.

Are you busy? How’s it going?

The response was almost immediate, which was a good sign.

Lunch break, auction starts again in 20. How are you?

Bored. Missing you.

I miss you too. Whatever shall we do about this terrible state of affairs?

Oh yes, he was definitely in the mood for a little teasing for the next twenty minutes. Belle smiled and checked that there was no one in the immediate vicinity before unfastening a couple of buttons on her dress and snapping a quick pic of the centre gore of her bra.

Does this give you any ideas?

Many. All of them thoroughly depraved.

Belle got up and tiptoed down into one of the lesser-used reference aisles, opening her dress further so that she could slip one breast free, pinching her nipple and sending another picture.

You are a naughty, naughty librarian.

What are you going to do about it?

A picture message arrived; Gold’s tie was loose, his collar buttons undone. On him, that was practically naked.

Getting a little hot under the collar there, are we, Mr Gold?

She did so love to see him dishevelled and disturbed, such a far cry from the tightly buttoned up man that was presented to the rest of the town. She wondered how far she could get away with pushing him. The fact he’d sent the picture in the first place seemed to show that he was an eager participant in this little battle of titillation. Now all she needed to work out was how far she would dare to go herself.

She pulled up her skirt to bunch around her waist and snapped a picture of her white lace panties. Then, feeling emboldened, she pulled them down and took another photo of them around her ankles.

Oh Belle… I can almost smell how wet you are, my little minx.

Do you want to see some more?

You know I do.

Another picture followed, this time of Gold’s crotch and his obvious erection. Belle stepped out of her panties and stuffed them in her pocket before setting her top to rights and dashing across to the library’s back office. If this was going any further, then she wanted to be absolutely certain that there could be no onlookers, as thrilling as it had been to be partially exposed in the library itself.

Once inside, she pulled up her skirt again and took a picture of her bare ass. She was getting to be quite the pro at this photography business.

Gold responded in kind; his trouser fly was now open, his cock bulging against the fabric of his boxers.

That could be interesting to go into an auction with, Belle typed back.

I’m sure that you can help to relieve this tension.

Belle looked around the office, wondering how to get the best angle between her legs. Whilst she’d sent Gold quite a few topless pictures before now, this was the first time she was going lower. Finally, she settled herself on the old desk, pulling one foot up to open herself up, taking a picture of her pussy. She hovered over the send button for a long time, not sure if she dared. In high pixel close-up, it was obvious how wet and slippery she was just from their texting, her nether lips flushed dark with need.

She hit send before she could second-guess herself any further and dropped her phone onto the desk with a clatter, hand immediately going between her legs to touch her aching clit, rubbing circles around the swollen pearl. She almost cried with relief as the pleasure surged through her, but it didn’t stop her grabbing her phone as it buzzed back into life with the arrival of a new message.

You always look so delicious. I could just eat you up, lick you till you scream for mercy.

With shaking hands, Belle typed out a new message.

Show me yours and I’ll show you more.

The wait for his response was agonising, and Belle gripped the desk with white knuckles, determined to go no further on her own until she had something back from Gold showing her that he was in just as much of a state as she was. Finally, a picture message came through, Gold’s hand gripping his hard cock, tip red and already glistening with beaded precum.

Belle groaned, pushing one finger up inside. Her inner walls clutched at it, greedy for more and for movement, and she lay back on the table, her breath quickening as she continued to flicker her fingertips over her clit, fingers pumping in and out in the same way Gold would do if he was here with her, his tongue making her scream.

Another message arrived, and it took a moment before she could compose herself enough to read it. At this point, the communication was becoming more of an annoyance than a welcome aid; she was so close to completion and she didn’t want to break off, but at the same time, she loved it when Gold talked dirty to her, and this was the next best thing in his absence. Her hips jerked in protest as she moved her hand away from her clit to grab her phone and read the message.

I’m so close, my love. Aching to bury my cock in your sweet little pussy. You must be dripping by now, my naughty librarian. Show me how wet and needy you are.

Belle pulled her fingers out slowly, not sure that she wouldn’t explode if she did anything with any degree of haste. She was so keyed up from their little textual liaison, so sensitive that even the lightest touch of her fingertips sent fresh tingles of pleasure rushing around her veins.

She snapped a picture of her wet fingers, warm liquid dripping down onto her palm, and she tossed the phone aside, pushing her fingers back up inside and rubbing at her clit frantically. Everything else was forgotten as she worked her way back to that desperate peak; nothing could make her break off now, not even someone walking in on her. She’d been so frustrated for so long and exchanging messages with Gold had only made her more so. She needed the release and she needed it now.

Belle gasped as she came, her channel clutching tightly around her fingers and her chest heaving. The ceiling seemed like it was spinning above her, and she just watched the tiles move in and out of focus as she came back down to herself. That had certainly been an intense few minutes.

Once her heart was no longer pounding like a racehorse, she sat up with some reluctance, fishing around in her pocket for her panties. She had work to do and a library to get back to, and Gold had an auction to attend, as much as they both might want to stop what they were doing in its tracks and rush home to fall into bed together. Or onto the hall floor if they couldn’t make it to the bed; that had happened in the past when they were both as aroused as they were now.

Belle grabbed her phone from where it had skittered across the desk and snapped a final selfie. Her hair was a mess and her eyeshadow was smudged at the corners with sweat, her dress buttoned haphazardly, but the effect was just what she wanted to invoke. Dishevelled and debauched, and thoroughly looking forward to round two.

Gold replied just a moment later.

The very picture of demure. Perhaps I can get another photo tonight? I’d love to see the whole picture, my sweet. My naughty librarian wearing her high heels and a smile and nothing else.

Belle grinned, already setting in the scene in her head, positioning her cheval mirror just so to send him the perfect nude.

She tapped out a final message before rebuttoning her dress and attempting to make herself look presentable again.

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

#rumbelle fic #A Monthly Rumbelling #Belle French #Mr Gold #Fic: Picture Perfect

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ryqoshay · 6 years

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How to Handle a Nico: Sleepshirt Swap

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1.4k Rating: T’ish Time Frame: Some time during Maki’s 2nd year and Nico’s 4th year in college. Story Arc: Stand Alone

List of all HtHaN scenes

Author’s Note: After writing about both sleepshirts, I decided I wanted an illustration to accompany them. It was just supposed to be a nice little visual but on seeing noelclover’s rough sketch the idea for this scene came to mind.

Edit: The pic has been completed!

“Welcome home!” Nico called from the stove as she heard the door open, unsure who would be arriving first from among Maki, Nozomi or Eli, but not caring.

“I’m back.” The subdued voice of her girlfriend replied.

“Hey, Maki-chan!” The raven-haired girl greeted the redhead entering the kitchen. “How were classes?”

“Ughn…” Maki grunted, tossing her bookbag onto the table.

“That good, huh?”

“Mmmm…” The younger girl moved toward her girlfriend.

Knowing exactly what was coming, Nico braced herself for impact. Sure enough, arms slipped around her waist and a chin plopped down on her shoulder. Nico had known Maki was a creature of habit for years, but now that they were dating and they saw each other more often, she was seeing firsthand how strongly the younger girl clung to the routines she formed.

This wasn’t to say Maki was incapable of being spontaneous or doing something different from time to time, but more often than not, it was at the suggestion of someone else. That said, as Nico tilted her head up for the incoming kiss, she was reminded just how much she enjoyed these little rituals.

“Going to start the rice for me?” The raven-haired girl inquired as the redhead let go.

“Mmmm…” Maki replied, shuffling over to the device.

“Thanks, my dear.”

“Oh…” Maki said after a moment. “I brought something for you.”

“Oh?” Nico half turned toward her girlfriend, avoiding diverting all of her attention away from the stove. “What’s the occasion?”

“Just because.” Maki pressed the button to start the rice cooker and made her way back to the table.

“What is it?”

“This.” From her bag, she retrieved something grey.

Nico smiled as she recognized the item as her girlfriend’s old workout shirt from high school. “I thought that was my designated sleepwear when I stayed over at your place.”

“It is.” Maki nodded. “But, uhm...” she fidgeted a bit “you haven’t been staying over much lately.”

Nico laughed. “Well yeah, because you keep coming over here.”

“T-that’s because… uhm…” The younger girl fumbled for a response as her cheeks flushed.

“I know, I know. It’s because you like it here.” The older girl turned the burner down to its lowest setting and stepped over to her girlfriend. “Nico happily accepts her beloved Maki-chan’s gift.” She took the shirt, turned and held it out. “You know, I always did like the way this looked on you.”

“I like the way it looks on you now.” Maki admitted quietly.

“Why, because it’s short?”

“…” Though she didn’t respond audibly, the fact that her blush brightened by several shades told Nico everything she needed to know.

“Nico’s legs are extremely adorable, aren’t they?” The part-time idol couldn’t help teasing. “Well if you’re giving me this, then…” She grabbed her girlfriend’s hand. “C’mon, I have to give you something in return.”

“Wha? Nico-chan, th-that’s not necess…” Despite the medical student’s protests, she gave little physical resistance and let herself be led toward the other girl’s bedroom.

Nico tossed her newly gifted sleepshirt onto her bed before moving swiftly to her dresser. There, she yanked open a drawer and retrieved the item she sought. “Here we go.” She said proudly, turning to present it to her girlfriend.

“That’s…” Maki blinked in recognition.

“Yup. The shirt I lent you the first night you stayed here.” Nico grinned before something clicked in her mind. “The first night after we started dating that is.” She amended.

Maki accepted the garment and examined in her hands for a moment. It still really wasn’t anything near her normal style, however it wasn’t like she disliked it or anything. More importantly, it was something Nico had worn. The last time Maki had worn the shirt, she had been too focused on other things to really appreciate the fact that it was Nico’s. Nico’s sleepshirt…

“Thinking about changing into it now?”

“Buweehh?” Maki jolted back to reality, almost dropping the shirt in the process.

The raven-haired girl giggled. “Well, Nico is going to put hers on now.” She said, moving over to the bed. “Seeing how Maki-chan lo~ves how Nico looks in it.” She sang merrily, beginning to change. “And Nico would be su~per happy to see Maki wear her gift as well because she looks so~ cute it in. A~lmost as cute as Nico.”

“Idiot.” The redhead’s cheeks matched her hair.

“You love it.”

“Maybe…” Maki conceded, beginning to change as well.

“Tired?” Nico asked, catching her girlfriend’s yawn.

“I’m fine.” Maki responded, somewhat unconvincingly.

The couple was currently cuddling on the sofa, watching some cutesy show Nico had picked. Shortly before Nico had finished preparing dinner, Nozomi had sent them a message informing them that she and Eli would be going out with some friends from the latter’s school. Thus, with no roommates to bother them, they had decided to spend a peaceful evening simply enjoying each other’s company.

“We can shut this off and head to bed if you want.” Nico offered.

“I’m fine.” Maki insisted, shaking her head.

“Well, if you’re not interested in the movie or in going to bed…” The older girl shifted her position a bit. “Perhaps this will interest you more?” She pulled herself up and to sit sideways across Maki’s lap.

“Nico-chan?” The younger girl breathed as an arm slid around her shoulder for support.

“Hmm, this is quite comfy.” Nico commented before pulling herself forward to peck a quick kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek.

Maki responded quickly by wrapping her arms around the other girl and pulling her closer. Turning her head, she angled herself so she could kiss Nico fully on the lips.

“You know…” Nico said, pulling away for air a few moments later. “You really do look cute in pink.” She tugged playfully at the sleeve of Maki’s shirt.

Maki opened her mouth to respond but snapped it shut at the sound of the front door opening.

“We’re home.” A voice declared, a little too loud for this time of night.

Maki stiffened as her instinct insisted she disengage completely from what she was about to do with Nico. However, with her girlfriend still sitting on her lap, she couldn’t move.

Nico took note of the other girl’s reaction and rolled her eyes. Smiling, she held a finger to her lips. “Shhh.” She whispered. “Maybe they won’t notice we’re here.” She stuck out her tongue at the dubious idea.

Nonetheless, it turned out that Nico was half right as Eli stomped purposefully straight towards Nozomi’s bedroom without so much as a glance to either side. The slower moving spiritual girl, however, paused, swaying unsteadily, just before walking past the corner that would obstruct her view of the living room. Then, with a movement far more fluid than her drunken demeanor implied, she pulled her phone out of her purse.

Maki’s eyes widened in surprise and every fiber of her being wanted to shove Nico off and scramble over the back of the couch to avoid what she knew was coming. Nico, however, quickly threw up her signature gesture and winked.

Click!

“Hey, send that pic to me!” Nico called as her roommate turned to depart.

Though Nozomi gave no audible response, a few moments later, Nico’s phone buzzed on the side table. The raven-haired girl twisted to retrieve it and unlocked the screen.

“This is a pretty good shot, Maki-chan.” The ruby-eyed girl turned the screen toward eyes of amethyst. “I should print it out and frame it.”

“What? No! It’s emb…” Maki’s gaze met Nico’s. She glanced again at the picture. Nico did look adorable with her expression and pose. And she certainly liked seeing her girlfriend wearing that shirt, heck that was why she had just given it to her tonight. “Maybe…” She reached up to twirl a strand of her hair. “Maybe that would be alright. Uhm… I guess… I’ll take a copy as well.”

Nico grinned. “We can take care of that tomorrow. But for now…” She turned off the screen and let the device slide down to the carpet. “Where were we?” She smirked as she pulled herself back up so her face was only a few centimeters from Maki’s.

Maki’s eyes drifted toward the hallway.

“Oh, don’t worry about them.” Nico dismissed softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her girlfriend’s face. “They’ll go at it for a bit and then be dead to the world for the rest of the night. For all intents and purposes, we’re alone again.”

Maki continued to hesitate.

Nico smirked and turned her head so she could whisper into her girlfriend’s ear. “Trust me.” She breathed, sliding her hand down Maki’s neck to the collar of her shirt. “We can do whatever we want.”

A circuit snapped closed in Maki’s brain and she immediately wrapped her arms around Nico again so they could pick up where they had left off moments ago.

Author’s Note Continued: I know I’ve mentioned it a time or two elsewhere, in the comments on other fics, but I am not sure if I’ve mentioned it in the notes of my own fic; I love the trope of couples sharing clothes. There is a certain intimacy in the practice that appeals to me greatly. It is for that reason that I’ve included it in both HtHaN and HL. And I doubt very much that this will be the last scene where I include it.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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emisonme · 7 years

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Tyren, Tyren, Tyren................

A shit load of people keep asking for my opinion on Tyren. Instead of answering all the different asks, I'm just going to put it in a post , to answer all the questions about them, at the same time. So, here it is...

What some need to understand, with all the Social Media platforms out there today, and everyone using them to follow what's happening, with anything and every thing, the Music Industry doesn't have to do PR stunts, like they did in the past.

They used to have to call the professional Star chasers, otherwise known as Paparazzi, and stage photo ops, use the rag sheets, or tabloids, and the Red Carpets, to promote a PR Relationship. That lead to THEM having to "confirm" the "relationship". The problem with confirming a PR relationship, is when it's served it's purpose, THEY then had to stage a "break-up". Drama, Drama, Drama. PR relationships was a very messy side of promotion.

Now, with the various platforms of Social Media, the world of PR has become a lot less messy, for the Stars and the Industry. It's easier to control the message, using the Stars own SM platforms.

If they want to promote a PR relationship now, all they have to do is get the two people together someplace, take a few pictures or short videos, and when they are ready, send them out through the Stars SM accounts, and presto, PR relationship has begun. They don't have to pay the middle man. When they are ready for the world to catch on, they shoot out a notification to the likes of the TMZ's and Perez Hilton's of the world, and it is known by every "media" outlet in no time.

It's not even really necessary to have the stars together, to make people think they are together, at any given time. A member of the Stars Team could go, take a short video/pic, log onto the Stars SM account that they have unfettered access to, send it out, and there you have it, everyone thinks that's where the star is at that time. It's really that easy.

What makes it even easier and effective, they can take these video/pics anytime, anywhere, and post them anytime from any place, to make people think the star is at a certain place at a certain time. This is a favorite tactic for them to use, because it serves it's purpose and it costs nothing.

Social Media has become the most cost effective way for the Music Industry to push a narrative, or anything really. A PR relationship, a song, a video, an album, anything, SM allows the promotion of an Artist and their projects to be seen by millions in minutes. Now-a-days, the majority of an artists promotion and success is driven by the fans through Social Media. They succeed by the fans, they fail by the fans.

Now, with all of that in mind, lets address the question on everyone's mind. Is Tyren real or PR? I personally think it is nothing more than a PR stunt. What makes me think that? Lets look at how Tyren started. It started as a rumor on the internet, on January 20, 2017. That rumor was, that Lauren hooked up with a married man. People took to SM and deduced, that man was Ty $. People didn't think much of it, until the Women's march happened after Trump's Inauguration. Lauren and Lucy was at the same march, but they were not marching together. Uh oh, trouble in Laucy paradise.

When the time was right, Ty started sending out little cryptic tweets, here and there. People started thinking that Lauren cheated on Lucy with Ty. Then we got the release of the Laucy photo shoot, and the photographer "confirmed" Laucy, after they had "broke up" After that, they started the process of being more "open" with Tyren.

They started giving us "proof" that they were together. They have gone so far as to make people think they are happily living together with a new dog and everything. Ty would shoot out a tweet about taking his Bae to the airport, just to have Lauren's account shoot out a pic shortly after of her at an Airport. He has sent snaps of Leo, only to find out they were sent to him to present on his SM account.

To this day, have we ever seen Tyren alone together? Not to my knowledge. They are always surrounded by other people, at concerts, sanctioned events, birthday parties, and there is always someone there to make sure a pic and video is taken to prove they were there together. They need to make sure the public see's them together.

Hell, Lauren went to Jamaica to celebrate her birthday, and Ty was sure to tweet that he was on his way there as well. Lauren, Ty, and her friends weren't the only ones that went. Lauren's Manager Tara, her Social Media manager Sheila, and her choreographer Sean, and Ty also took his personal Professional Photographer. How convenient!

Are you starting to see the pattern here? They pretty much did the same damn thing with Laucy. We always knew when Lauren and Lucy were together, because they wanted us to know that they were together. They even had Lucy's professional photographer friend take a bunch of the pictures they would send out as "proof".

That's the reasons why all of this Tyren shit screams PR stunt to me. I predicted the Laucy kiss pic to drop, because I had a really good idea what was happening, and what to expect. When you realize and start to understand how these things work, it helps to get a clear picture of what's really going on.

I'll move on to one of the other questions people seem to be very confused about, and that is; Why Tyren? People keep trying to connect Tyren to Camren and Camila. There are no dots there to connect, so no need to keep trying. They effectively "killed" Camren with Laucy and Camila's departure. Tyren has nothing to do with Camren or Camila's "straight" image. Tyren is about Lauren and Ty's image.

It actually serves three main purposes. First, when the Music Industry makes the decision to let a female artist come out as Bisexual, it is handled in stages. Step one is to get another female to PR with.

The MI has never hooked two successful female artists up together in a PR relationship. They either choose a known actress or model, or they will use a close friend of the Artist, that can be trusted. They start the stunt with some close pics and videos, just to get the possibility of a "relationship" circulating. When they are ready, they stage a scene, usually an innocent kiss picture, or a slightly more intimate but short video, usually taken from a distance, almost like it was caught on camera by "accident".

They "leak" the "proof", and once it has made it's rounds and picked up by the gossip blogs, the Artist officially comes out of the closet publicly. Once that has been done, the PR relationship comes to an end, usually within a couple of months. It has served it's purpose and is no longer needed, or wanted for that matter. They are eager to move on to the next stage.

This step is an almost immediate PR relationship with a male artist. They do this, because they want their female Bisexual to be out and proud, just not seen as "gay". Yes, the homophobia in the Industry is that bad. They don't mind that Lauren is an out Bisexual, they just don't want people thinking she has a preference for the Ladies. Insert Ty Money here!

The second reason for Tyren, was "Strangers". That is the reason they took Tyren from rumorville to public PR stunt, when they did. They needed to solidify the Tyren "relationship" to the fan base, before "Strangers" was confirmed and released.

The last thing they wanted, was for people thinking there was something going on between Lauren and Halsey. They were just two out Bisexuals, who happen to be friends, that decided to do a song together, to represent their LGBTQ+ community. It's also fitting, they relaesed the song just in time to celebrate Pride Month. They perform the song a few times live, but there are no worries, because Lauren is with Ty, right!

Lastly, why Ty Dolla $ign? Well, they had spent time together during their WFH run, and the possibility of it seeming legit was real because they had hung out and partied together after performances and award shows. The connection was already there to play with...Plus he is about to drop a new album.

He has his, "rapper reputation" to protect. Most rappers are "known" as players. It doesn't matter if that's the way they are in real life. That is the image they are given. What better way to represent that image, than to have him "cheat" on his "Ex" with a hot young Latina that's 11 years younger than him. Yep, that done the trick.

Beach House 3 is supposed to be dropping soon. There has been speculation, Lauren and Ty have a collaboration on the album. If that is true, and they plan to make that collaboration a single, Tyren will continue until after the release and promotion of it. If it is not true, or they don't plan on releasing it as a single, Tyren will only last a month or two, after the release of BH3.

If I'm wrong about Tyren, so be it. May they live their happy high life together in harmony...but I don't think I am. Either way, we'll find out soon.

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sugar tales: Amoladora

Amoladora sent me a wink on whatsyourpice. I had all but forgotten about that site. Never been a fan of it really. Most of the girls I’d met were only looking for some quick cash IMHO. But after Ripoff, I couldn’t do any worse at this point. I reply back with an offer and 3 days later we’re texting.

Amoladora isn’t in town at the moment which works for me. I use the time to get to know her better and more importantly see if she is serious about a SD. Generally, I’m not as stern about wyp dates and if nothing happens as a result its no biggie. But I was admittedly salty after Ripoff and down about 3 stacks with nothing to show for it.

As we talk, she puts me at ease and I relax. I realize I can’t hold every sugar chick accountable for what someone else did. Feeling like I got part of my mojo back, I jump on SA and peruse the ads. I see Ripoff is still on there wrecking havoc. Bitch. I send out several messages, one to a young lady I’ll blog about next called Casino and another who would become Firecracker.

Btw, sorry it took so long to update my sugar tales. I was busy answering all your anons and private messages. Some of you ladies are really going through some things so glad I could help. Some of you other’s are too much.

Besitos Cohiba :)

And this one took longer because I still had the messages (text, email, etc.) so I went through them to write the post. Its still a bit choppy from my POV but I had to shorten it.

Anyway....within a couple of days Amoladora has allayed any concerns I have for the moment. I bring up allowances, but she shy’s away from any commitment until after we’ve met. We go silent for a day or two, can’t remember how long really. Then she surprises me one morning and text me 7:30am. It’s amazing and funny how chicks know you’re up that early just because you have a job. Baby wants to meet up that day. But the whole ordeal of Ripoff floods back into the mind and suddenly I want to cancel.

I shrug it off and by 1:30pm I’m pulling into some nice upscale apartments. I was shocked I got to pick her up actually. Lot of sugar chicks don’t go for that sort of thing. I haven’t had another chick in the car with me for quite some time including my wife (she hates my car). My passenger seat still looks new. I’m always meeting chicks somewhere or at the hotel. It’s always “I’ll meet you there…” or some stuff like that.

As I wait in the parking lot, I catch a glimpse of this sexy as Latina coming down the stairs. At first I think its someone else but as she comes closer I see its Amoladora. Nice. Cuter than her pics. Body is nice too. A little extra belly fat, but nothing to complain about. She gets into the car all perfumed up. “Nice car she says.”

We chit chat along the way. “You’re really cute,” she says randomly. Amoladora runs a manicured nail along the back of my hand and up my arm as I shift through gears. Then she smiles at me, “I wasn’t expecting that. You got like a little preppy boy face.” Not sure if she was lying or not, but it sounded good. I needed the ego boost.

I pick an upscale chain. Its after the lunch rush so we get seated quick. We spark of a fairly decent conversation. She thinks I’m funny. Laughs at all my jokes. “So how are you a Mexican from Missouri,” I asks. She laughs. “Oh you have jokes Mister.” I go on cracking jokes for almost an hour. We manage to talk about our lives, experiences in the sugar bowl, our background. We run out of things to talk about so I bring up the allowance again.

“I think we’re looking for two different things sweetie,” she says. “That’s too low for me.” I smile and ask, “Well how much baby?”

She throws out an amount and I immediately agree to it. Too quick. She kicks me under the table. “Really? You were just giving me a shitty offer to see if I would take it?” I tell her yes and we both laugh.

“I better watch you,” she says, wincing at me, pursing those full lips at me. She touches my hand again. “You’re really cute. “

I know tumblr. I’m a bastard. But hey, I was understandably a little salty after the last month with Ripoff. We order another set of drinks and then go on talking about some minute details of our arrangement.

“Can I ask a question babe?” she says, serious all of a sudden. I give her the nod as I sip of my drink. “How big is your penis?” I nearly spit my drink out. “How big is what?” I ask. We spend a few minutes talking about my size. Smh. She tells me she doesn’t like big penis’. Something to the effect she’s small down there and how she’s shaped. Smh. Only in the sugar bowl.

I tell her to relax. If it becomes uncomfortable we can stop. “Ok baby,” she says. “I trust you.”

By now its time to get back to work. I’m going on my second hour for my lunch break. If I leave now I can make it back by 4:30ish and be in my office when all the big boys walk by on their way out. So I ask when we can have our second date. It’s the moment of truth. Is this the usual wyp date for me or am I on the verge of a new beginning? Amoladora shocks me – she tells me something about her roommate is gone and she doesn’t have anything planned for the rest of the day. “We can get started baby,” I remember her saying. “Or do you have to get back to work?”

I did! I whip out the phone and send a few emails to cover myself for the afternoon. “I’m all yours baby,” I say putting my phone away.

Back in the car I tell her I have to run by the bank. “You need condoms too sweetie,” she says, confirming how the next 2 hours are about to go down. I’m thinking in the back of mind, “I’m about to tear the kitty up!!!” At some point Amoladora tells me she could really use some weed. I tell her no prob. I got the connect.

“No fucking way,” she says wide eyed. “You look so innocent. I wouldn’t think you did stuff like that.”

I don’t. About a week prior to our date, I was at a gas station when this fine ass black chick pulls up. I’ve been lazy about approaching girls in the vanilla world. I just don’t have that hunger I did when I was in my 20’s. And since I stay coochie down to the socks, its hard to put forth the effort and work the vanilla scene requires. But I couldn’t pass up this hottie. Maybe she’s into sugar? We spark up a conversation and two minutes later I’m going nowhere fast. Then I realize she’s high. I ask her if we could hang out, maybe smoke a little ganga. Her whole demeanor changed. The conversation went from 0 to 100. I got a kiss, hug, phone number and the promise of a potential vanilla/side piece type relationship. But my old ass didn’t save the number when I put it in my phone and later lost it. A day later I consult the Oracle about upping my game with a little 420. She tells me “Hell yea.” Says chick’s who smoke weed love a dude that has some. Can get it. “Shit, I met let you hit this if you come through with a bag,” she tells me. The Oracle is immune to my charm and money, so it means a lot coming form her. Never knew 420 was such an aphrodisiac….Back to our story.

I tell Amoladora I don’t smoke it, but I’d try a little with her.

Within the hour we’re walking up the stairs to her apt. She tells me something about her roommate may be home so when we walk in I need to be as quiet as possible. A flag is raised. I see flashbacks of a month ago where Ripoff was disappear into a back room to change into something more comfy. The some bitch ass dude comes in all nonchalant like he just went to the store. Outside, more of the homies are waiting for backup…..My eyes dart around to see if I see anything suspicious. I’m nervous, but Bartholomew (my second brain) is in control now and I’m throwing caution to the wind. She opens the door and we walk into this upscale apt. with wooden floors and pretty swanky layout. I only take a few steps before she diverts me into a door on the right. It’s the bathroom and has another door to her bedroom. She pushes me in gently, follows me in and closes the door behind me.

Oh snap. It could be the perfect setup. Big wad of cash in my pocket. In a room that’s dark. Some buster could jump out at any minute. WTF? How did I let myself get back into this situation? Am I about to get robbed again?

Amoladora picks up an open bottle of wine on a nearby night stand and says, “let’s finish this.” I sigh in relief. Heart stops pounding. I chuckle at being smuggled in like I’m some guilty pleasure of hers. Reminds me of back when I was teenager, sneaking into some girls house. She runs to the kitchen and returns with 2 glasses. We sit on the bed and talk, sipping wine. Before long we start to kiss. I can taste the sweet taste of wine on her supple lips. Even as I type this, I can recall the taste like it was yesterday.

By now, Bartholomew is about to bust through the zipper. Then I realize I hadn’t took my Lamar Odom’s (herbals for those who don’t know) before I left work. Oh well, I don’t think I’ll be having a problem today anyway.

Before long we’re taking turns removing clothes articles of clothing. After several minutes of play, I’m naked. I push her back on the bed and go down on her. The kitty is fresh and clean. I pour a little wine on her, just a few drops, as began to thrash her with my tongue. I watch her face and upper body to see how my efforts are going. Sometimes licking the clit directly doesn’t always achieve the right results. And even if it does, there is a certain amount of pressure she might like, hard, soft, medium, and then there’s speed – fast, slow….it’ a guessing game at best. I lick the kitty in several places until I find the right spot. She’s squirming and arching her back now. Got her. I cup my hands under her buttocks and raise her up. Her back arches and she becomes stiff. I got the muff right in front of me now. A couple of times she tries to push my head away but I ignore it. She’s playing the game so many before her have – refusing to cum.

I’ve had girls tell me its against the rules. They’re not suppose to enjoy it. Blah blah. Probably in some sugarbaby rule book somewhere. The shit I hear I tell you. As usual, I just bulldoze right over that bullshit and mercilessly thrash the clit with my tongue. Before long she’s cums. Her body twitches violently as she grabs the back of my head. I remove my hands and let her fall back to the bed, then I wrap my arms around her thighs. No sooner does she cum then does she push my head away. She tries to move away but I anticipate as much and I pull her back to me and continue my assault on the clit. “Babe, st—“ she tries, but I’m going to town now. No intention of stopping.

Before long I’ve chased her across the bed, with my head buried between those creamy thighs.

She’s about to fall off the side when she sits up and says, “Okay. Stop baby. I’m sensitive now.”

As I move away from her slightly, I still see her stomach fluttering and her lower body twitching. I kiss and rub on her legs and lower torso while she recuperates. “I never came twice in a row baby,” she says, rubbing a hand over my head. That’s my cue….. I go back down again. She stops me and tells me its my turn. My kind of girl :) We switch. She licks the shaft a few times and looks at Bartholomew. “Its big baby,” she says, voice sultry now. She continues on, licking the shaft before taking Bart in her mouth and going down a quarter of the way. She has a pretty good technique of suction and simultaneously working the tongue on the shaft. Now it’s my turn to twitch and squirm like a little bitch. Pretty good fellatio I’ll admit. No deep throating, not a lot of saliva, but I’m satisfied. She stops suddenly and apologizes that she can give me a better BJ due to some teeth problems.

She doesn’t know I’ve heard that one many times before. “Oh I can’t give head because I had a tooth pulled” or “I’ve had some recent dental work so I can give you a BJ” or “I have braces, it may hurt you” or “I have braces and can’t open my mouth as wide …” or “I have problems with my wisdom tooth” even though she’s 25. But maybe Amoladora is telling the truth. She does happen to have Bartholomew in her mouth when she says it. I tell her to keep going, she’s doing a good job despite her “mouth” issues.

I had no idea that was a precursor to future problems.

When Bart is good and hard, we slide on the condomn. She tries to get on top, but she can’t take it. I’m too big. We switch and after a few gentle strokes, I’m able to get a good rhythm going. Baby is nice and wett. I think she’s a keeper. Before long she’s raised her legs and wrapped them around me, encouraging my thrust. I oblige, burying myself deeper inside her with each thrust. Amoladora bury’s her fingernails gently in my back.

If you’re wondering how I remember this even so vividly its because no sooner than it began then did it end. I cum before I know it. Damnit. I wanted to enjoy it more. But since I was sans Lamar Odom’s, my stamina was off. Bart was down and out. I would have taken them if I had known we’d be getting physical on the first date. I totally expected to pay for the wyp date and call it a wrap.

Afterwards we lay in the bed chatting. I inquire about her living situation and she tells me she has an old friend who lets her stay in the apartment. As long as she respects him she can stay but she wants her own place.

Him?

She explains its just a guy she knows that’s helping her out. But doesn’t offer more details. Smh. Always some weird shit in the sugar bowl.

I start to wonder if everyone on SA and Wyp is homeless or something.

I’m hard again from all the talking. Baby’s brown skin is enticing and sulty voice as she lays on my chest is getting me aroused again. But Amoladora isn’t interested. No second round for Daddy. She does want me to come back later though. Tells me we can sit on the porch and enjoy the 420. Her roommate will be working.

I get dressed and rush back to work. Almost five when I sit down behind my desk, just in time for everyone to walk past my office. Most thought I’d been there the whole time working with my door closed. Cool. As I put on the appearance of a long day of work, I get out my phone and get my connect up. No answer. I text baby the news but she still wants me to come back anyway. I close my eyes and thank whatever deity looks down on sugardaddies. I’m going to be taking my time tonight.

The family is out of town so I got the house to myself. I’ll be joining them in a few days. Going back to kick it with Amoladora is not a problem. No excuses to make up tonight. No lies. A few hours later, I’m omw back to Amoladora. I stop and get more wine and fruit. Back at her place, we sip wine and try and watch tv but we mostly talk.

Then she asks me the big one. “Would you mind helping me get an apartment down here?” The question catches me off guard. “Um yea. Sure.” Baby unloads about her situation. She wants an apartment in town and already has it picked out. She just needs help getting it. Finding a job has been close to impossible. “Honestly, I really don’t want to work at all,” she says. “I just need a daddy to take care of me,” she says.

I feel the S burning on my chest again. I have to control myself before I leap off the couch and into my Cap’n-Sav-a-hoe outfit.

I hear my cape flapping in the wind as I prepare to swoop down and save her. Ok I’m being silly.

But her request comes with strings. She wants me to get the apartment in my name. Uh…..

Suddenly I’m doubtful. I tell her I’m not comfy doing that. But she says she can’t get it in her name due to not having a job. I tell her how I can get her the documentation she needs, but she feels that’s fraudulent and doesn’t want to go that route. We go back and forth but baby is adamant that she wants the apt and wants it in my name. Amoladora tells me I’m less likely to run out on her if its in my name. It’s a story I’ve heard before. Babies want me to get a car or apartment in my name that way I’m obligated to pay for it. Not a bad approach actually. The only time I don’t want to do something like that is when I know the sugar isn’t going to last long.

But its never worked for me. Last time I signed a lease, baby girl ran out on the lease. Left me holding a fairly big rent payment. She was gone, apt was empty and I had 3 months left to pay. And that was the second time that happene dot me. The first time the girl left after a month and she damaged the floor. I’m still jaded about signing leases and stuff. So naturally, I wasn’t looking to even take the chance.

“Would you at least consider it?” she asks. Sure I say. With that, we start playing. We end up back in her room but she only lets me make out with her. WTF? Says she’s a little sore. I would have stayed home if I knew I wasn’t getting any nookie. I know. I was being selfish. I get up to leave, but Amoladora doesn’t want me to go. She lays on me to prevent me from getting up. I like it. Feels good to be appreciated. “This is how it’ll be when we get my place.” Nicely done Amoladora. I’m warming up to the idea. We end up rolling around in the bed playing around before she falls asleep. I stay up another hour, Bart hard as a rock and nothing to do with it.

Fuck. I can’t win.

Staying the night is rare for me. Sugar babies usually don’t get down like that unless you’re off on a trip or something. Baby lays on me the first part of the night like I’m a teddy bear. But I wake up about 3am and freezing to death and hearing this grinding sound. I look down at my body and I have no cover. I look over at Amoladora and she has all the covers. WTF? I’m so cold I’m starting to go numb. I keep hearing this gnawing, grinding sound. I manage to get part of the sheet from her stingy ass but it only mildly keeps me warm. I manage to doze off for a bit only to be awakened again by the sound. Now baby is back on me again, wrapped in the comforter, grinding her teeth together.

I can’t win I tell you. Smh. No nookie, freezing my ass off and this teeth grinder over here (Amoladora ) wants her own place. Only in the bowl.

I fall back asleep despite the cold and noise. I wake at 6 and I got morning wood. Really? Any other morning my old ass would be be as soft as tissue. But this morning I’m standing strong and nowhere to put it. I give. The sugar gods are frowning on me.

I wake Amoladora up and tell her goodbye and head back home to freshen up. I get to work but luckily for my tired ass things are slow. All the big boys are gone for a conference. Cool. I might close my door and catch a nap. Then my phone starts blowing up. Amoladora wants to know what I think about the apt. I see she’s well rested. We spend the rest of the day talking, mostly her trying to convince me to put the apt in my name and me saying no. Amoladora tells me she wants me to come back over that night. I have to fly out the next day to join the fam so I’m not sure. But she insist. She wants to get a hotel this time. Turns out her roommate came home and saw my shoes at the door and got uncomfortable. Said he couldn’t sleep with another man in the house. Go figure. I tell her we can use the house, which is usually a big no no. But the fam’s out of town so I’ll bypass the hotel. She also wants me to try and get the weed again. I hit up my connect and after work I swing by and pick up the cannabis.

I go by and pick her up. “Your car’s so loud,” she says. “It vibrates. Its kind of naughty.” I look over at her in disbelief and think to myself, I am so tearing this pussy up tonight.” We stop by the store for some cigarillo’s and we head back to my house.

I pop the garage and drive right in letting the garage down behind us, just in case the neighbors were watching. We head to the guest house and she cracks open the cigarillo and re-rolls it with the 420....

and then we head out to the patio with our drinks and stuff.

I pull out a Cohiba and light it. Hadn’t had one in awhile. We sip wine, laugh and talk as she blazes.

Damn I hope the neighbors aren’t in their backyards too. I put the cigar out and take a couple of hits with baby. Amoladora finished it tho, while sipping wine with me.

We’re both sweaty from being out in the summer heat so we go back inside and watch a little TV. She brings up the apt. again. I keep telling her I’m fine with paying for everything but she wants it in my name still. I tell her I’m strongly considering it, just to keep her from talking about it anymore. I’m ready to get to the rest of the night’s festivities. Before we can get started she’s got the munchies all of a sudden. We make a quick dash to the burger spot, get the combo and then back to the house.

After she eats half of everything (love how you sugarbabies hate to eat all your food around men. It’s the cutest shit ever. But I know your asses are hungry. ). We retire to the bedroom to have more fun. She excuses herself to the bathroom and a few minutes later she comes out wearing some sexy lingerie.

As we kiss, baby tells me she wants to spend the night again. And I remembered to take my Lamar Odum’s too? OMG I’m sooooo going to miss my flight in the morn.

But, things weren’t as good as the night before. I go down and taste the kitty, but she stops me early and says, “Come fuck me……” I climb on top. No quickie’s tonight. I’m full of the herbals and I’m ready. Not sure how long I went, but baby grabbed me by the chin and asked me to hurry up and cum. Told me it was hurting. I decide to end things, dumping my unborn into the plastic latex. Afterwards, we lay in each other’s arms and talk more. She doesn’t bring up the apt. again. Instead we talk about all the things we’ll be doing together once she lives here permanently.

“We don’t have to use condoms daddy,” she tells me. Only in the bowl. “Once you get the apartment I’ll get on BC and everything. You’ll be the only guy I’m sleeping with.”

Then she hits me with more news.

“I have a son,” she says. I’m like WTF? Why the cloak and dagger. Why not tell me upfront. Not that it was a big deal or anything but I felt like we had a pretty good beginning so no need to lie. She tells me she didn’t want to scare me away. As a sugar daddy I’ve seen most everything so her having kids is no big deal. We kiss passionately and I try to get some more kitty but she’s not having it. We fall asleep at some point and she starts grinding her teeth again. It doesn’t keep me up this time and the next thing I know I’m staring angrily at the alarm clock going off.

We jump up, get dressed. “Can I keep the weed daddy?” she asks as we head to the garage. “I’ll keep it for us so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Heeeeeeeeell naw. She ain’t smoking up all my shit.I might need this in the coming weeks.

But I say nicely, “Oh no. i’ll give you some of it.” We head out before the neighbors are up leaving for work. I drop Amoladora off and then speed to the airport.

Over the next few days we keep texting here and there. Mostly staying in touch and talking about how much time we’re going to spend together when I get back. She wants me to hit up the apartments first thing when I get back. I must admit, by the time I board the plane to return to the states, I’m missing Amoladora.

I get back a couple days ahead of the family. Big board meeting on Monday so I had to be there in case the BoD had questions for me or my dept. For lunch, I go by Amoladora for some fun. She’s wearing a maxi dress, nothing underneath. We do little talking as I raise the dress up over her head to reveal her naked body underneath. I get a strong whiff of the body wash, signaling she’s all fresh for Daddy. Once again I push her back gently on the bed and bury my face between her legs, thrashing that pink muff. This is a few rounds later so I know right where to concentrate on. Within moments she’s squeezing my head and ears…She tries to pull away but I’m unstoppable. She starts shaking again and but she’s not running from me this time. She lets out along moan, signaling the bell had been wrung.

I get her up and make her turn around on her knees. Time for some doggie. I give her a nice slap here and there as I pound her from the back. Then I stop, grab her by the waist and pull her back and forth on me rapidly and repeatedly. “Daddy....” The ass looks like it has waves rippling through it as she she slams into me. I wish i could have took a pic of it too.

Yea I know.

Afterwards, we freshen up and swing by the apt. complex. Nice place. Two story condo’s. Nice neighborhood in uptown. They’ve completely renovated the apts. Wouldn't mind living there myself if I were single. We look at a few that are big enough for her and the youngin then go back to the office to fill out the paperwork and then we’re gone. She’s hungry so we stop by one of my fav Chinese places. The tone is changing rapidly. She’s nice now. More attentive. Even takes back my order because they messed it up. We talk more about the apt. She tells me about her son and how she came to be in the situation she’s in. Then she surprises me again, “Is it ok if I work daddy?”

“What do you mean?” I ask. She tells me with me paying her rent and giving her an allowance plush child support from baby daddy she doesn’t really need to work. But at the same time, she’s new to town so she can’t fathom what she’s going to do with her time. So she’s thinking about getting a job at a bar or restaurant. Cool with me. I take her home and just stop long enough for her to get out. “You don’t’ want to come in daddy?” she says, rubbing my arm.

Nah. I got to get back to work. I kiss her by and head back to work. I needed to get home before the fam came home and make sure nothing incriminating was left behind. I give the guest house a once over and then I have cleaning lady tidy up. That night, I meet with the Oracle. Needed to discuss the apt. thing. The whole idea of it in my name has me nervous. I need advice. The Oracle tells me it’s a bad idea. If I had known the girl more than 7 days, she’d say yes. But its too early. She reminds me of the last time I did this and how I was left paying on an apt for months while baby up and left. She also reminds me of the risk I’m taking. Anything could happen. Baby girl could run out on the lease and damage the place and I’d be responsible. Something could happen to her and her son and I’d be involved. On and on.

Hadn’t thought about all that. A few hours later I text Amoladora and tell her I’m fine what paying for everything, but I just can’t put the apt in my name. Too risky and . For the next 24 hours we text back and forth on the subject. But I just can’t do it.

Then it happens. Just like many of the girls before her, the text start trailing off. Generally its not apparent, but I notice immediately. I try to keep it going but Amoladora is fading fast from my grip. Damn. I thought we had a good thing too.

By now I’m texting I’m talking regularly with Casino and Firecracker. I’m also getting ready to meet Firecracker for the first time. As the days go on, Amoladora becomes more and more silent. Before text would be answered right away, but now hours go by. Soon, no response at all.

Amoladora’s exit is bitter sweet as it were. The pics of Firecracker and Casino got me quite excited. Two bad ass black chicks. Hadn’t really been involved with any since Nebraska. And Casino’s body is just quite simply – extraordinary. I hate it that things didn’t work out with her. I’ll tell you all about it later....

A week after things go cold, I’ve gone out with Firecracker. Casino’s stopped texting. But I still send Amoladora a text to see if she’s gone for good. No response. I do actually like her and other than the name on the lease I was going to make her quite comfortable. Then to add to my woes a week after that Firecracker goes MIA. She stops texting too. Sigh. I am not winning.

Now we’re in July and I’m SBS (sugababy single). Its looking like its going to be dry spell for the summer. Perhaps its time to get out the sugar game? Put up my Capn’ Sav’em outfit and cape?

By the time I’m ready to call it quits, Casino text me. She’ll be back in town the next day and wants too meet when she gets back….To be continued

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alanakusumas · 7 years

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Not How I’d Like It (Sean x Michelle)

Title: Not How I’d Like It Fandom: Endless Summer Prompt: Based off of @hollyashton‘s #ChoicesCreates prompt, “So...what’s the story behind this picture?” Word Count: 2604 (oops)

Summary: Weeks before leaving for La Huerta, Sean discovers a piece of evidence that sparks his suspicions in Michelle’s loyalty. Michelle knows it only gets worse from here.

A/N: My take on a possible theory behind Michelle cheating on Sean. I know it’s not canon, but in my head I like to imagine all the college-aged characters in the Choices universe go to Hartfeld. And from there on out, I stringed the characters relationships together. Hope it’s an okay read!

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“Come on, Mich,” Sean sits impatiently on the edge of your bed, rapidly typing away texts to the rest of his teammates as they quickly buzz back replies. “We gotta get ready for the after party. All my teammates are asking me where I am, and I can feel Craig getting antsy from down the block.” You hear him let out a short chuckle, and then a short sigh quickly afterwards. “How’s the lab coming along?”

“I’m almost done, Sean,” You snap at him, but immediately take it back in your head. “Just…let me finish this paragraph. Please.” Beside your laptop, you hear your own phone buzzing restlessly as well. Why does everyone care so much about where you are?

Sometimes, you wish you could just cut off all of your friends and Kappa sisters, tell them you could care less about how “worried” they are about you, when you know damn well all they talk about is how “undeserving” you are of Sean. Little do they know, their little favourite QB is just as occupied with practices as you are with labs and studying. It’s not your fault you’re not giving up on your spot on the Dean’s List for a frat party every single weekend, like the rest of them. Scoffing, you quickly punch in your phone’s passcode and toss it behind you, hearing it thump on your comforter. “Babe, could you respond to my messages for me? Since you have so much time on your hands…”

“Yeah, sure.” Your boyfriend mumbles.

You shut your eyes gently, concentrating hard to channel every piece of knowledge you have in your brain to conclude your genetics lab. You know how important it is for you both to be at his teammates’ after party. You know what his teammates say about you behind your back. You know you have to show up to prove all of them wrong. All of them except –

“Hey, what’s the story behind this pic of you and Logan?”

All of your thoughts take a sudden halt in their tracks. A knot twisted quickly in your chest and for a split second you felt a shortness in breath. You know exactly which photo he’s referring to. You know if you were to tell the truth, your life would crumble before your eyes. You know you would basically be giving everyone a reason to talk. So you turn around oblivious. “Ugh, I’m frickin’ busy. What photo?” You question him, a slight annoyance lingering in your tone.

Your boyfriend flips your phone over so your screen is facing you now. You feel your breath hitch, you feel a lump forming in your throat, and you can feel the stammer that’s going to jump out if you speak. On your phone, two faces lay on a comforter too familiar to you and stare back. He’s smiling, and you’re sticking your tongue out. It’s almost as if he’s smiling at you, smiling at the current guilt you hold. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” You claim, “Just hear me out.”

“Oh, I’m listening.”

You remember every single detail of the night. The both of you, a little too intoxicated for good decisions, a little too disappointed in your own partners’ negligence.

Two weeks ago, Sean said he’d be home at 8, after practice. Both of your schedules were packed, and it’s been a week since you had any real interaction with your boyfriend. You were starting to miss him. So you headed on over to his house, wanting to surprise him. You had a new set of lingerie on underneath your clothes, but that doesn’t really matter at this point. “Two weeks ago, you said you’d be done practice by 8. So, I stopped by your house.”

His housemate Logan opened the door. You asked him if Sean was home yet, and he said Sean was still at his one-on-one practice. “Logan answered the door, and he told me you were still at practice.”

You guess he noticed your face drop, because he invited you in to watch ‘Most Wanted’ with him while you wait for your boyfriend to return home. “I guess I kinda looked disappointed, because he invited me in to ‘Most Wanted’ with him while I wait for you to return home.”

So, Logan led you into his room, and honestly, it made you nervous, made you feel uneasy. “It turns out he was watching it in his room, and honestly, I didn’t even think much about it.”

Sean’s housemate offered you a beer, which you accepted. And then he unpaused the season finale of ‘Most Wanted’. You texted your boyfriend to ask where he was, and he said practice went overtime, that he’d be home in twenty. “And then we were just watching ‘Most Wanted’. I texted you in the middle of it, remember?” Sean glances down, trying to recall what you are referring to, and nods lightly.

You remember that one scene, the scene where the female marshal, Sam, and the L.A.P.D. member, Dave, walked along the shore, admitting that they both felt a spark. But things just wouldn’t work out. “You know that scene in the season finale, where Sam and Dave basically admit that they have feelings for one another?”

“Yeah, I do. I thought it was a nice touch.” The corner of Sean’s mouth lifted upward, but suddenly his entire face twisted with confusion. “Wait, what are you implying? You and Logan didn’t – did you?”

“Oh hell, no!” You defended yourself, almost taken aback by his suggestion. That was when he opened up about his issues with his girlfriend – how he found out she cheated on him, but he didn’t have the courage to confront her. For all he knew, she could be with the guy he’s being on cheated on, right now. “That scene reminded Logan of what his relationship could have been. But, he found out his girlfriend was cheating on him – as you might already know.”

Sean shifts on your bed a little. “Yeah, I know, don’t worry. This is safe with me.”

“Okay, good.”

“Please, continue.” Your boyfriend urged.

Logan in pain and venting about his girlfriend’s obliviousness sparked the realization that Sean hasn’t been there for you lately. You couldn’t help but let off steam yourself. “To be honest, Logan venting about his girlfriend’s obliviousness to his discovery really had me thinking.” You let out a short sigh. “I realized you’ve been super busy lately as well, so I just let it out as well.”

You notice Sean’s bottom lip twitch. He’s a little taken aback, you can tell. “Michelle, I’m really sorry. I didn’t even realize,” His voice is deep with regret, “You’re important to me, and so is football. I’ll try harder not to prioritize one over the – “

“It’s fine.” You jut your hand out to stop him. “You’re busy. I get it. I’m busy too. I just wanted to get it off my chest that one night.”

“Soo…what happened next?”

You shut your eyes and try to recall the events of the night.

By then, at least an hour as passed, and there was no sign of your boyfriend returning home anytime soon. You remember Logan pulling out two more beers from the fridge, and this time you take it without hesitation. “Cheers to our cruddy relationships,” He states sarcastically.

A light chuckle was forced out of your chest. Your new-found friend’s toast was more painful, more realistic that you wanted it to be. The realization hit you, and you took one, two, three giant gulps from your bottle.

The night got blurrier and blurrier, with the two of you gossiping and giggling about each other’s friend circles, admitting your first impressions of one another – Logan thought you were “drop dead gorgeous, typical sorority chick material” – and spiraling to one of those deep, meaning-of-life conversations. Needless to say, you two eventually ended up laying on his bed, and the alcohol had done it’s job once again in bringing two (almost) strangers together.

You whipped out you phone from underneath your pocket to check if Sean texted back. Still no response.

You stare at your phone background for a while. It was a photo of you and Sean, dressed to the nines for a Greek formal. A couple of months ago, you stared at this photo with complete admiration. You had hope that the two of you would last a lifetime - him being the star football player, and you being the renowned doctor that everyone adores. It was the perfect dynamic duo. Now, your mind was a blank slate. You felt…helpless.

You don’t know what drove you to do this, but, you swiped to the camera option on your phone, and flipped it so your own reflection was staring back at you. “Can we take a photo, just to remember this weird night?” You asked Logan cheerfully.

“Sure,” He grinned, “Let’s do something silly.”

“Good idea,” You responded, and adjusted the camera so both of your heads fit in the frame. “Okay. One…two…three –“ You stuck your tongue out, while Logan kept grinning cheekily at the camera. “Hey! You said to do something silly!”

“Sorry,” He chuckled, “This beer is making my face tired.”

Now you were the one grinning. “That’s not how beer works.”

“It doesn’t, but whatever. You looked cute anyway.”

Logan’s sudden compliment startled you, and you glanced upward to read his facial expressions. He returned the gaze, and you could see the genuineness in his eyes. “I really hope that’s the alcohol talking,” You breathed out.

“It’s not. I was serious.”

For a moment, you could tell the two of you were getting lost in each other’s eyes. You don’t know where this sense of euphoria bubbled from, but it urged you to seize the opportunity laid upon you right at the very moment. And you had a feeling Logan returned that urge. Slowly, but surely, you inched closer, and he leaned into you, and you were certain you two were going to do something regrettable –

That was when your phone, that you were still clutching onto, vibrated in your hands and shook you back into your reality. The screen lit up.

“K, going home now”

Sean’s text woke you up from the faze. You immediately jerked up from Logan’s bed, and scrambled to ensure you left no trace of evidence that you were in Sean’s housemate’s bedroom for such a long period of time. “Sean’s coming home now,” You informed Logan while you frantically gathered the beer bottles and straightened his bed sheets.

Logan rose up, startled as well. “Are you going to wait for him here?”

“No, of course not, dummy! It’s, ugh, it’s –“ You check your phone again - 10:40 P.M. – and let out a sigh. “There’s no point. It’s getting late, I should go.”

He nodded, and you took it as a sign of understanding. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You arrived here with intentions of reviving what you had with Sean, but you’ve somehow managed to kill it even more.

Just as you were about to head out of Logan’s door, you heard him shout from behind. “Hey, Michelle?

“Hmm?”

He moved to sit near the edge of his bed. “I know what I said about cheating…but I’m not going to tell Sean. Not until you figure it out.”

Hearing those words comforted you, and you let out a sigh of relief. You felt exhausted – and dealing with what happened was not at the top of your list for the rest of tonight. “Thank you,” You said softly, “I really appreciate it.” You took one step out, and then retraced back in once again. “And, I hope you figure things out too.”

Logan’s mouth lifted upwards into a smirk. “Yeah, I’ll try.” He mumbled, “I’ll see you at our house party in a few weeks?”

“I’ll try to make it. You know how busy I am,” You forced a chuckle out. “Okay, bye, for real now.”

“See ya.”

And that was the last time you saw the man in the photo.

You blink one, two, three times to escape the trance you are in from that memory. In front of you still sits your boyfriend, the supposed love of your life, and yet you still can’t manage to muster out the truth - the absolute, complete truth for him.

“We just…we were talking a lot. And I felt like that was the first time I got to know him, you know? I just thought it was worth documenting.” None of this is a lie, but somewhere deep inside you know you’re suppressing a feeling, the truth that is hard to put into words. “Sorry, I guess I should have told you.”

Sean looks down to take one more glance at the photo, back up at you, and then shuts the phone off to set it aside. “I’m not going to lie, Michelle, I’m a little hurt you didn’t tell me about this.”

Upon hearing this you felt a pang on your chest. “I know, and you have every right to be. All I wanted was to see you that night.” Normally, you would stand your ground, and defend yourself by pin-pointing everything the other person had done wrong. However, the guilt of betraying your boyfriend’s trust suppressed your urge to call him out for not giving you the attention you wanted.

Sean’s chest puffs out as he heaves a heavy sigh. “I know you wanted to see me, but we’re both so busy. We gotta plan these things out in advance, okay?”

How will you know he won’t be held back late, just like he was two weeks ago? Will you be disappointed again? Will you start thinking about that moment you had with Logan when it happens? All these outcomes run in your mind, but all you manage to respond with is –

“Sure.”

“Good. Welp, now that that’s settled…”

Your boyfriend offers his hand out, beaming at you with so much admiration and love, as if you’re the only thing in the world that makes him happy. “Wanna head out now?”

You take a quick glance back at your lab. There’s still half a conclusion to finish, but time with Sean right now is so, so valuable. You’ll admit, there was a short pause in your relationship, but maybe this could be the fresh start you both needed.

So you take his hand, and the star quarterback leads you out of your room. You can’t help but hold onto his entire arm; sometimes, it feels nice to have someone to lean on. “I’m a big fan of being annoyed at Craig, but even I feel bad for making him wait this long.” Your boyfriend explodes in a hearty laugh.

“I’m sure he’s chugging some “Aggro-Craig” right now, and completely forgot about us.”

“You mean that horrifying drink he makes, where he pours cinnamon whiskey all the way to the brim? Blech, gross.”

“Can’t hate it ‘til you try it.” Now the both of you are all smiles and laughter, hearts filled with compassion and pure joy. You lean in for a quick peck, which he returns right in sync.

“I love you,” You whisper to him as you stroll out of the sorority house.

“I love you too.”

“What do you say we make our rounds at the party – say hi to my sisters, your teammates – and then spend the rest of the night to ourselves?”

You feel Sean squeeze your hand. “I couldn’t agree more. Maybe Logan might be down to hang out with us too.”

That’s when your genuine smile drops, and a feigned one rises back up. Sean doesn’t seem to notice. That wasn’t what you meant. That wasn’t how you’d like it.

“Yeah, maybe.”

#choicescreates #playchoices #sean x michelle #fanfic #endless summer #my writing

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amusoosanto-blog · 6 years

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A Room, Please

It has been a long time since I have had the urge to take so many risks. I’m beginning to think that maybe I haven’t changed as much as I had hoped. Or just maybe, I’ve changed more than I could have ever dreamed possible.

This all started when I created that profile. As they say, you can’t win the Lotto if you don’t play. I’ve known for a while that I’m not happy with my current place in life: my marriage, my job, my life in whole and in parts. A little over a year ago I was not loving but I was living my happy, mediocre, Midwest-life. I was making medium income and managing a messy marriage. I met the best people, loved my job and my network was strong enough to distract from the weight of the void I was trying so desperately to avoid thinking about. It was what I had become accustomed to because to be honest, it’s what I settled for. And I knew that. When I moved from the Deep South to the Midwest, I told everyone it was for love, but deep down I knew it was to save myself. I didn’t belong there and I knew it.

Since my family moved us to the middle of Trump country, when it was still just Jesus and the Confederate Flag country, my senior year of high school, I knew what kind of shit my present and foreseeable future had in store. So I busted my smart ass and took my grades from a 1.2 my freshman year to a 3.2 my Senior year. I wasn’t stupid, I just lived in a foreign country from 8th-10th grade and happened to live it up a little too much. I passed my tests but didn’t do the homework, and didn’t show to class. Skipping class and getting into mischief suited my priorities at the time. Roaming the foreign countryside and meeting the world face to face was my passion. To my parents disappointment of course. So when we moved to the South, of all places, I knew this would be the best place to tighten up a little and find the direction I was looking for. And for a while it was exactly that....Except until it wasn’t. The first five years were straight dedication, a little bit of distraction, and very good on paper. Then heartbreaks happened. Eventually I began finding solace in other lost souls. This led to about five years of wandering through the various drug scenes as you can imagine. I tried almost everything once and most of it I liked, in moderation. But then came the time when moderation when straight out the window and I found myself in a jail cell for 2 months, praying I hadn’t fucked my life up entirely at that point. Fast forward and I am on probation. I am also unemployed. I’m back in Community College, but living at home with no opportunities, as I saw it.

That’s when he came into my life. I’m going to save that story for another chapter, because this one is a little further from the beginning of when a “Happily Ever After” didn’t seem like such a fucking laughable and obscenely misleading form of emotional torture. The lies we tell ourselves from youth are forgivable, believing them when we grow up is not. He came into my life and I accepted it wholly. I was finally ready to give something my all, and he was giving me his hand as to escape from this hellacious bubble I had found myself in. Little did I know that I was just going to be trading in one prison for another. Where could I even begin? I won’t, but let me just say that I was way too kind and way too giving, and in the end it has shown me that you can’t just save a little bit of yourself, you have to save all of yourself.

So this is chapter one of how I decided to save myself.

I met Fabio on a hook up app. I have always been more selective than most when picking my lovers. I haven’t always been able to filter out the bad lays, boring conversations or awkward encounters, but over time I’ve gotten much better as choosing wisely. There was one guy recently, before Fabio. He was conveniently located within walking distance, and on paper represents all of the qualities I am searching for in an extramarital love affair, but to be honest, he was not even close to the mark. He was juvenile in character and when he took his shirt off, you could tell he lived his 20s reliving the 90s by tattooing every inch of torso and limb on his body with all of the cliche pop culture tattoos that were popular in that entire decade: tribals, Chinese characters, alt bands, clowns, and you name it, he had it. I was more turned off by how he bragged about nine inches while only packing half of that, and he guaranteed multiple O’s that he did not deliver on. So I was already over him and looking for the next best one when Fabio popped into my inbox. The conversation was honest and brief. He had only one pic, a topless torso that was ripped and tan, with a clenched left fist. Straight up to the point, his bio mentioned discretion so I came out with that I was married and asked if he minded. He said no and that he is married too. He asked if I liked to party and in the back of my mind something registered. I was picking up the hints. I asked what he was doing and he said he was about to smoke. I asked if it was cannabis, he said no to guess again, so I guessed tobacco. He said no, again. So I said “Tina?” Not knowing exactly what I was onto but having a pretty good idea. “Bingo.” He replied.

I can’t tell you exactly how it went from there but he gave me his number, and then we texted. He told me to download an app, and I did, so we could keep our messages private and also to send some naughty pictures and videos. This went on for a couple of days then I had a day off coming up and we made plans to meet, get a room, and go from there. But I was anxious and got called in to work. I wouldn’t have gone in except that my husband and I work in the same place and he called me for my supervisor, volunteering me. So I blew Fabio off once. I thought that would have been the end of it but he still wanted to get together. Then on the next day off I got called into work again, and explained to him I was sorry, but we would make it happen. Well, finally I resolved that Monday was it, while the hubby was a work, and behold, it happened. Fabio picked me up, a few blocks from my house by a neighborhood park. I walked there and I still wasn’t sure of my decision the whole time, that is, until I got into his truck. He had a huge smile on his handsome and rugged face. He hugged me and we drove off in the direction of the back roads I knew led to the hotel. We had to be careful for many reasons. I knew half of the Sheriffs department personally and one in particular is my neighbor who’s wife and coworker who has a huge fucking mouth. Also, pretty sure crystal meth is still illegal and I knew he had that. But he touched my knee, then my thigh, then he leaned in to kiss me while the truck raced down the bending half-canopy road. I was in pure bliss. It had been over two months since my husband had initiated anything, not that it was even worth mentioning. I honestly had been craving the touch of someone else for almost a year. To hell with behaving. It was time. I let myself get lost in the intimacy and by the time we got to the hotel, I was flushed and my legs were jelly. He had such a flirtatious and electric vibe. We got out of the truck and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his side while he ran a finger through my hair and kissed me passionately. We walked into the lobby and in an instant, my face must have dropped because his face went from cheesy grin to straight grimace. Nina! An old supervisor from like five years ago. She was perched at the check in desk in conversation with one of the housekeepers. I had seen her recently, maybe 9 months ago. She shopped at the store I work at and I was certain I told her I moved away, got married, had a house fire so “we” moved back. Yes, house fire, but that’s another chapter all together. My head was thinking “shit” but my body was like “We gonna get a room so we can fuck”. So we walked up to the counter and she immediately recognized me. As I get to the counter, she sees I have a friend with me and proceeds to say in front of her coworkers and another guest “You know we don’t rent by the hour!?” To my complete and utter shock. I’m fucking appalled. But I know this is the only hotel for 20 miles that’s anywhere within my budget. So I blow off the insult and make up an excuse, I have guests arriving and need a room. One night. I play it cool until we get the key cards and go to the truck to bring up the goodies to the room. Once we get inside, it’s on.

To be continued...

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