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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Follow You Anywhere 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You're online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: I couldn't help myself.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

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"So... this is what it looks like today?" You aim your camera at the sky outside your window, "sorry, the screen is kinda in the way."

You let out a nervous chuckle and flip the camera to yourself. You make a silly face. You were never overly fond of your image on the screen but the vlogs help. Like a little diary, mostly for yourself. You and your seven followers on Insta.

You bat your lashes and fix the clip in your hair, "oh, I got this free. Yeah, I bought a new hair oil and they threw this in the bag." You let your thoughts run wild from your tongue. You found a journal too daunting, the blank lines leaving you just as empty. This is easier. "Anyway, I shouldn't have spent the money to begin with."

You give another splintered laugh. The one you let out when you're anxious, or scared, or happy, or even mad. You bite your lip and catch yourself in your digitized reflection. You stop and turn your camera to your bedroom.

"Today, I'm gonna clean this mess. Me and you guys together."

You scour the room with the lens. Your laundry is piled on the floor and you have a stack of books you need to put on the shelf. It isn't the worst it's been but it's getting cluttered.

"But first, we'll have breakfast, can't start the stream on an empty stomach," you chirp and nearly drop the phone, "oops, uh..." You fix your grip and check the number in the corner. You have one viewer; on a good day, it's three, most days, it's just you talking to the void.

You go into the kitchen, just down the short hall from your bedroom, opening into your living room. You go to the counter and prop up the phone so the camera is on you again. You tap your fingers and hum.

"What should we have for breakfast?" You ask. You don't feel as crazy talking to yourself even if there's really no one watching. "Oo, French toast. Gotta use up the eggs."

You go to the fridge and pull out the eggs and the milk. You bring them back to the counter, shuffling around for a bowl, a whisk, and the cinnamon.

You mix up your ingredients and dip the bread, one piece at a time. You put on a skillet and fry up the slices, presenting a stack of three to the camera. You smile and dust some icing sugar over the top.

“Probably shouldn't have all this sugar for breakfast,” you shrug at the camera, “alright, quick break…”

You put the stream onto the ‘back soon’ page and take your plate to the small foldout table against the wall. You're not a fan of eating on camera. You finish and rinse up before snatching your phone up again.

You return to your bedroom and put the phone on a middle shelf and flip the stream back to live. Still that one viewer…

“Anyway, I'm back,” you wave at the lens.

You hesitate, looking around as you stand straight and spin. Cleaning, right. Before you can set to work, the phone dings.

A message?

You go back to your phone and squint at the chat bubble floating up.

‘Looked delicious too.’

“It was,” you agree with a grin, “thanks.”

‘Don't mean the toast.’

The next message has you blinking. Your nape burns. They can't mean… you clear your throat and giggle.

“Well, let's get started,” you back up and clap your hands, “you know, I've been so carried away with work. This place is a pigsty.”

You sit on the floor and sort through the clothes. You toss them into the basket as you sit in silence. You stop yourself and glance at the phone.

“How about some tunes?”

You walk on your knees to your bedside and turn on your bluetooth speaker. You go to your phone and find a playlist before pulling the stream back to full screen. As you do, you hear a noise you've never heard before.

‘BourbonBear has tipped.’ Huh? Really?

“Oh, thanks, er, BourbonBear,” you giggle around the name, “how nice. Maybe one day I can afford a proper camera for this, huh?”

You smile and go back to the dirty clothes. You quickly ball up a pair of panties and shove them in the basket. You carry on until they're all untangled.

You move on and tidy your desk, bending underneath to gather up a few loose pens. You make your way around the bedroom, putting away books, fixing the blankets on the bed, and straightening the little figurines on the shelf above the bed.

You grab the stick vacuum and suck up the dirt and proclaim your task done. It took a lot longer than you thought. It's after eleven. The one viewer is still there.

“Whew, okay, I'm gonna get myself washed up and go to the park. Maybe I'll post that later,” you give a thumbs up next to your head as you talk to the phone, “thank you.”

You end the stream and let out a sigh. Your videos aren't much and you doubt they're very interesting but it's like venting for you. Almost like having an invisible friend. You think you will take some pictures of the flowers to share.

🧸

You take your usual path through the park. The walks help you unwind your worries. You try to come after work at least a couple days during the week and both days on the weekend. You find the mindlessness of the routine to be calming.

The deeper you get into the wooded length of the path, you slow to admire the birds in the branches and the critters crawling in the brush. You take out your phone and snap a few photos of a blue jay before it wings away shyly. You smile and flip the cam, smiling as you take a goofy selfie. You can add that to your post.

The path winds ahead and you follow it in the din, listening to the river just down the incline to your left and the tweeting from the sky. You lift your face and inhale the woodsy scent. The sudden crack of a twig startles you and you spin to face the noise. There's no one there. Sometimes you forget other people are free to just walk on through.

You chuckle at yourself and continue on. The path leads out to a suburban street where you like to look at the houses. They're much more spacious and pretty than your grimy brick apartment building.

You come out from the shade of the trees and wander along the avenue. There's a mailbox painted to look like the house it stands before and a little nook for second hand children's books to be borrowed through the neighbourhood. Sometimes you picture yourself living in one of those houses though you don't think it could ever truly be.

As you crane your head, you sense a shadow in your peripheral. You're walking a bit slow. You sidle to the side to get out of the way of the other pedestrian. When no one passes, you look back. No one.

You must be imagining things. You shrug and plod along. You're already thinking of what kind of tea you'll have when you get in.

🧸

You sit down with your mug of ginger citrus tea and set to editing your post. You add a light filter to the photos as you shuffle through them on your laptop. The process is slow as the computer is nearly five years old now and chuffing on its 4GB drive. You get to the selfie you snapped, a stop.

You lean in to get a better glimpse of the background. It's fuzzy but there's a figure just over your shoulder. How could that be? You looked and there was no one there. That's so strange.

You stare as a chill courses through you. You're thankful you hadn't put your earphones in. You wouldn't have heard whoever it was and they may have even snuck up on you. Or maybe it's just a trick of the light.

You hit ‘post’ and try to shake off the foreboding. It's nothing. You're being silly. Besides, you're home and safe now. Next time, you'll be more alert.

A message pops up. You stare at the dot over the chat bubble. You tap with your thumb and bring up the DMs.

'Stream tonight?' BourbonBear asks.

You tilt your head. You already did some today. You're tired and want to lie down and enjoy your time off. You type back 'sorry, not tonight. tomorrow <3' and another notification vibrates. A comment on your latest post.

'Pretty sweater', also from BourbonBear. You heart their comment and leave a thanks below.

You flip back to the selfie. You can't really see your sweater in the picture, just the scalloped knitting of the collar. Well, you suppose it does look cute. You put your phone down and leave it on your desk. That's enough Insta for today.

🧸

You time your shopping trip for the least busy hour. It's early and the store is almost empty except for employees stacking bread on shelves or wandering listlessly around the deli. You have your phone in the basket of the cart, aimed at you as you roll it along slowly and check your list.

The stream is just as empty. It's only just started but you don't expect too many people to be up at this hour. You stop and grab a loaf of sourdough, checking the date before showing it to the lens and putting it in the cart. You smile and announce the next item.

"Strawberries... you know I was thinking I might get raspberries instead," you say, catching the eye of one of the yawning employees. You must seem like a weirdo. It's why you typically don't film in public.

As you roll around to the fruit, you notice the count change. One viewer. You choose a basket of raspberries and show those. You see a message float up; morning.

You smile and return the greeting softly and place the berries down carefully beside your phone. You need yogurt to go with the berries.

You work down the list, making some substitutes as you tick off each item. You linger in the ice cream section a bit too long and talk yourself out of a gallon of rocky road. You lean on the handle of the cart and smile down at the lens.

"Going to check out," you say, "see you all later."

All? There's still just the one. You end the stream and take your phone out of the basket.

You wheel around to checkout and line up at the only open till. You put your items up as you greet the cashier with a smile. She seems tired as she gives a dull response.

As you put the yogurt on the belt, you sense someone join the queue behind you. You glance over as a large man stands only feet away. He's tall and burly and staring at you. Maybe he heard you talking to your audience, or he would think, yourself. You continue to unload your groceries.

"Never tried those," he comments as you take out a box of strawberry Pocky.

You pause and hold them up, chuckling nervously, as you do.

"Pretty good," you answer, "I eat way too many."

You notice the man doesn't have a basket or a cart. That realisation needles under your skin. Maybe he's just getting lotto or smokes?

"You like sweet stuff."

"Too much," you squeak even though it doesn't sound like a question.

He just stares, not saying a word. You swallow tightly and pull the last few items out of the cart and get behind it to wheel it through the lane. As you do, he looms closely, adding to the sweat gathering on your lower back.

You roll along and wait for the cashier to ring through the rest of your things. She bags them up neatly in two large paper bags. You pay with your card and thank her as you lift the first into your cart. The man behind you moves forward and grabs the second, startling you.

"Got it," he says as he places it with the other, squeezing by you, crowding you.

"Oh, excuse me, sir," you stammer, "oh," you lean on the cart to roll it to the end of the lane as you make space between you and the stranger. "Thanks, er, uh... thanks."

You turn and grab the handle, jittering. He's really weirding you out. Especially as you realise he's walked right by the cashier. He's following you.

"I can help get ‘em in your car," he offers in a drawl.

"Oh, that's alright, I... bus," you cringe as you realise you've said too much.

"I could drive you. I have a truck."

"No thank you," you walk faster, the cart rattling with your pace.

"Why not?"

"I don't know you, erm, sorry--"

"You don't?" He catches up and shoves his phone in your face, your Insta profile glaring back at you, "I paid for the milk, maybe the berries..."

"What?" You stop, just by the door and turn to him. "I don't--"

"You haven't eaten, have you? I'll take you for French toast. That's your favourite."

"Um," you blink at him as your eyes tinge, "I don't..."

"You got me through a hard campaign, just wanna say thank you," he adjusts his cap and you notice the pin on it. He's a veteran. Oh, 'campaign'.

“Just got back home," he shifts on his feet, a meek gesture for such a large man, "and... your videos helped me remember it. Helped me hold onto it in the sh-- in the stuff."

"I... wow, okay, that's... I'm glad I could do that."

"I really don't mind giving you a ride. Lots of weirdos on the bus," he insists.

"That's nice but--"

"Please," he softens his tone, "been a while since I sat down and had breakfast without worrying about the sky falling."

You shudder and grip the cart tight. You don't know how to say no. You didn't think about who was watching. You always just assumed they were bots. Then you think of the chaching noise and the amount flashing on the screen.

"BourbonBear?" You ask.

"Yeah," he cracks a crooked smile and smooths his hand over his thick beard. "Everyone calls me Syv.”

#dark!captain syverson #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #follow you anywhere #sandcastle #captain syverson #dark captain syverson #captain syverson x reader

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fyregrayfong · 18 days

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A Ride To Remember

paring: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

word count: 1.4k

Warning: none?

"I'm glad we have another thespian in Abbott," Jacob said as he settled into the backseat of your Honda Accord. "I'm not a thespian. I just watch" you gently offer. Earlier in the week during lunch, Barbara and Jacob had been discussing an upcoming production at the Bushfire Theatre. "I can't believe 'Life is a Dream' is being showcased here," Barbara chimed in as she fastened her seatbelt.

"Well, from the sounds of it, it sounds... interesting," Melissa quipped as you closed her door and got into the car. As you joined them, you listened to Jacob and Barbara excitedly exchange how the theater will portray the characters, shaking your head softly as you exchanged a smile with Melissa.

Once the two decided to see the play, Barbara asked Jacob if she could invite Melissa, given that the two had become friends since becoming roommates. Jacob agreed and suggested you join to keep the group in equal numbers. Since Janine has been busy in her new district role. You insisted on driving the four of you to the theater.

"So, who's the Quasimodo guy?" Melissa asked from the front seat as you began the drive downtown.

"Segismundo," Jacob gently corrected her, launching into a detailed explanation of the main character's background and history. Despite Melissa's regretful expression, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at her mistake.

—

While the play unfolded onstage, your eyes frequently wandered to Barbara and Jacob, who were captivated by the performance. You slid your hand into Melissa’s, surprising her and earning a warning look. The two of you exchanged a silent discussion, gesturing to your friends who were engrossed in the play. Melissa relaxed and intertwined her fingers with yours, both of you enjoying the subtle intimacy as you softly ran your thumb over her hand while watching the play. With each exchanged glance between you and Melissa, the connection between you deepened, amplifying the enjoyment of each other’s presence.

—

As the four of you navigated through the crowd exiting the building, you kept holding Melissa’s hand to avoid losing her in the sea of people. Once outside, you both let go, and you breathed a sigh of relief. "The play wasn’t that bad," you remarked with a smile.

Barbara agreed, letting out a happy sigh, while Jacob suggested grabbing coffee before heading back to end the night. No one opposed, and Jacob led the way to a nearby coffee shop. As Jacob and Barbara walked ahead, discussing the theater’s performance, you and Melissa followed, enjoying the quiet moment together, with your hands occasionally brushing against each other, a secret dance of affection in public.

Barbara looked back and saw the two of you oblivious of the action. "Do you agree, dear?" Her question caught you off guard. "I’m sorry, what?"

Jacob jumped in, redirecting the conversation to the play's conclusion “Segismundo’s conclusion at the end of the play. How he condemned the rebel soldier but Barbara is saying it’s about moral awakening”. You and Melissa exchanged a glance, scrambling for an answer. "Umm… I would think both of you are correct? It seemed like Calderón purposefully made it ambiguous, whatever the viewer takes and in return adds additional tension and depth to the play" you offered.

“Nerds,” Melissa scoffed, breaking the tension. Jacob and Barbara nodded, taking your words into account and continuing their discussion. You chuckled softly, grateful for Melissa’s quick save, as the four of you continued to the coffee shop.

—

Jacob opened the doors to The Toast Cafe, and you let Melissa and Barbara pick out a table. "What would you like to drink, Barbara? My treat," you offered, pulling out chairs for both women. Barbara requested tea, while Melissa nodded in agreement with your usual order. You met up with Jacob, letting him order his drink, and then you ordered for yourself and the two ladies.

After the barista made the drinks, you joined the ladies and handed them their beverages. "Oh, you did order a drink, Melissa," Barbara commented, noticing Melissa’s slight hesitation. She held her coffee cup and nodded “Yup, must’ve not heard me” she quickly took a sip to prevent the conversation from continuing.

—

On the drive back to Abbott, the group enjoyed watching the city lights while listening to soft music. Seated comfortably in the back were Barbara and Jacob. Meanwhile, in the front seats, you and Melissa exchanged furtive glances. After a while, Melissa absentmindedly reached her hand over and intertwined your fingers, resting them on your thigh as you navigated through the city streets. Melissa softly stroked your hand as you focused on the road.

Jacob looked away from the window and glanced over at his colleagues, noticing Melissa's hand. He thought with how dark the cabin was that he was seeing things but as each street light passed the image was clear. His face lit up with surprise, and he exclaimed, “Oh my god!”

The sudden outburst startled everyone, causing you to slightly swerve. Melissa’s hand immediately withdrew, her fight or flight instinct kicking in, while you regained control of the steering wheel after swerving out of the lane. "What?!" you exclaimed, “Yeah what the hell Jacob!” Melissa looked back at you just as Barbara grabbed onto the car and her chest, thinking this was the end.

Jacob looked at the both of you. “You two… you’re seeing each other!”

You and Melissa froze, exchanging panicked looks as you struggled to come up with a plausible explanation.

Barbara, ever the voice of reason, shook her head. "Come on, Jacob, don't be ridiculous. Melissa and y/n are just... friends, right?"

Jacob raised an eyebrow skeptically, his grin widening. "Oh, please. I may teach sixth grade, but even I can see the sparks flying between those two. No need for headlights with how bright they are"

Melissa cleared her throat, attempting to steer the conversation away from their personal lives. "Don’t be ridiculous. How about that Quasimodo dude and Rosario chick?"

“I already told you, Segismundo and Rosaura,” Jacob gently corrected her, launching into their stories before he stopped. “Oh, nice try, Schemmenti,” he added with a knowing look while Melissa stares daggers at him. The both of them having a silent discussion with just their looks before he relents “Alright, I'll drop it... for now.."

But Jacob's intuition couldn't be swayed. His playful demeanor masked a keen awareness that sent a shiver down your spine. You and Melissa exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the precariousness of your situation.

Once leaving the parking lot, dropping Jacob and Barbara at their cars, leaving Melissa last. You drove around the lot before leaving the lot entirely to actually drive her home. Once arriving at her apartment building you walk her to the steps of her building door, offering Melissa your leather jacket. You slide your hands in your jean pocket as the Philly air gets chilly. The both of you share a look before letting out a laugh. “That was close,” you murmured to the redhead. “Yeah, it was my fault. I forgot they were in the backseat when I took your hand,” her cheeks blushed softly, and you shared a smile. “It was weird driving without your hand there,” a slight smirk on your lips as you looked around, in case Jacob was driving up. “You think the coast is clear?”

Melissa glanced over then up at the window for a second and nodded. “Jacob’s gotta be asleep by now,” she whispered, and you took your hand out of your pocket, closing the space between you. Gently tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, you whispered, “Goodnight, Melissa,” gazing into her green eyes.

“Goodnight, hon,” she whispered back, resting her hand on your cheek. Your hands rested on her waist as you leaned in, sharing a series of slow kisses that deepened into a short makeout session.

Melissa let out a small laugh as she pulled back, softly resting her forehead against yours. “You should go before Boy Wonder sends out a search party,” she teased, lightly tapping your cheek before sliding out of your jacket and handing it back to you.

“You’re right,” you agreed, letting out a soft chuckle, sharing a last kiss then whispering to agree to see each other in the morning. You waved goodbye once you reach down to your car as Melissa went inside her house, not driving away until you saw the door close behind her.

Neither of you noticed that Jacob was watching the whole exchange from the bedroom window, a smug look on his face as he turns to walk back to his room. “My gaydar is never wrong.”

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti fanfic

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greynatomy · 4 months

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vogue

kyra cooney-cross x reader

been in a bit of a writing slump and haven’t written anything until last night when i couldn’t sleep

something a bit different

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Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the sunlight that’s peaking through the curtains. Grabbing your phone, seeing as it’s seven in the morning. Rubbing a hand across your face, you sit up with your back leaning against the headboard, you start to record yourself on a camera you were given.

“Hey, guys.” You whisper. “It’s currently seven o’clock and i just woke up. Vogue had asked me to show you all my morning routine. So let’s get started.”

The video cuts to you standing in your bathroom.

“Okay. As you can see, I am now in my bathroom. I gotta still talk quietly though, so hopefully you can hear me.” You grab some things and lay them out in front of you. “So, today is a pretty chill day. I’ve just finished up my tour and I am back to living that domestic life. Since I don’t have any interviews and all that jazz, I’ll just be washing my face with this CeraVe face wash.”

A song plays as you put a headband on to keep your hair off and you wash your face, making sure it suds up nicely.

“Gotta make sure you get every crevice and have it nice and bubbly. I’ve seen other videos of people washing their face, but they’re not? Like I don’t even think they used any soap.” You laugh, rinsing your face with water and wiping it with a towel.

“Okay. Now, I’ve got this moisturizer. Also CeraVe. Love this brand, not sponsored by the way. Once that sets in my skin for a bit, I use this sunscreen that I got from Trader Joe’s. It’s my favorite because it doesn’t leave your face feeling oily.”

As you’re putting your sunscreen on, you fail to notice the door of the bathroom open.

“Darling.”

Turning around, you see your girlfriend slowly shuffling her feet towards you.

“Hey, babe. Finally up are you?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m filming that thing for Vogue. Wanna introduce yourself?”

Kyra pulls out the stool she kept in the bathroom, grabbing your waist to sit you on her lap.

“Oh, yeah.” Kyra is now more awake, now aware of the camera in front of her. “Hello, Vogue. My name is Kyra Cooney-Cross.”

“This is my girlfriend and now it’s her turn to wash her face.” Kyra washes her face as you talk to the camera, getting off her lap for a little while. “She uses the same products I use because she said ‘I know best’ and she didn’t know which to buy.”

Kyra sits back down on the chair so you sit back down on her lap, a routine that the viewers could tell that’s been going on for a while with how fluid the actions were.

“And now she’s going to put whatever products she chooses on my face.”

“Very needy this one is. I usually sit on her lap a different way, but let’s keep it pg.” You put the same products you put on you on her face.”

The video cuts to you in the kitchen.

“Now, it’s time to make breakfast. Kyra isn’t allowed anywhere near the stove because of an incident that happened a while ago.”

“At least I didn’t burn the house down.” Kyra walks up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hold you close. She was now dressed in her training kit.

“But I will be making some avocado toast with an egg for the both of us. This is all we’ve been wanting to eat for breakfast lately so I’m making it again.”

A time lapse shows you and Kyra eating with music playing.

Now back in the bedroom, with clothes all over the bed can be seen.

“Okay. Today Kyra has an open practice meaning that fans are allowed to be there while they practice. I’ve chosen to wear something comfortable so I went with some joggers and one of her jerseys. I was gonna go with a ‘Russo’ jersey but she threw a fit.”

“I did not!” The faint sound of Kyra’s voice was heard.

“She did.” You cup a hand around your mouth, whispering to the camera. “And this bucket hat to hopefully keep me incognito.” You take a step back to show your whole outfit.

The video cuts to you in the backseat of a car.

“We are now on our way to training. I will not be training but they are.” You flip the camera towards your girlfriend, Katie, and Caitlin. “Kyra doesn’t have her license and I refuse to drive on the other side of the road so we’re carpooling! Yay! Guys say ‘hi’ to the people.”

“Hi, people.” “Hey, guys.”

“Katie is the one driving us and Caitlin is the other one.”

“Wow! I’m just the other one?” Caitlin places a hand over her chest, feigned hurt by your words.

“Yup. And that’s really all for my morning routine. I’ll be doing some work on my laptop that I’m bringing and watching all these athletic people workout and make me feel bad about myself. So, yeah. Thanks for coming along this morning. Say ‘bye’ guys.”

“Bye!”

#woso x reader #woso #greynatomy #woso imagines #woso imagine #kyra cooney cross #kyra cooney cross x reader #kcc #matildas

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earlgreytea68 · 3 months

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For most of my adult life, I have consistently watched home improvement shows. I find the rhythm of them soothing, the fact that they're entirely predictable. Sometimes that's just what I need. The swoops of fiction are too much for me, and I just want to watch something that requires no thought on my part. (I also love cooking shows.)

Anyway, every single home improvement show, without fail, as they're working on the home, they uncover the fact that the previous people didn't do the job right. Whatever job that might be. It doesn't matter what it was, it was done incorrectly, and must be fixed. This happens on EVERY SINGLE EPISODE of EVERY SINGLE SHOW. And I've always kind of assumed this is manufactured drama because they think viewers want to see raised stakes or something. It just seemed impossible to me that every single house in America and Canada -- where these shows primarily take place -- has been incorrectly built.

And then.

AND THEN.

I decided to take on my own home improvement project. This is supposed to be one of the simplest little home improvement projects you can do: I am changing out the hardware on my kitchen cabinets. My kitchen's a little dated and not my preferred style, but it doesn't really need to be overhauled, so I thought I'd just switch up the hardware to something I like better and that it would make a big difference in how I felt about the kitchen. This seemed like a smart plan and totally doable.

No, no, it is HUGELY ANNOYING. Like, at least half of the time the new hardware doesn't exactly fit the holes left behind by the old hardware. Not by any measurement that you could be like, "Oh, you bought the wrong size." No, I have the right size. It's just that, like, the hole is often times 1/64 of an inch off, and then that makes your life absolute hell, and you are contorted into this weird angle to try to get at the screwdriver and pulling with all your weight to try to get everything lined up correctly and you know what?

Very quickly I was like, "That's good enough." Sometimes there's only one screw in instead of the two the handle is supposed to have. Whatever, it's good enough. One of the handles is crooked instead of flush. Good enough. Like, I am now no longer surprised that no one performs any home improvement task correctly. I THINK IT MIGHT BE IMPOSSIBLE. For the first time I completely understand why all these prior people couldn't be bothered to do things the right way. In fact, I am raising a toast of solidarity in their direction. I get it now. You were like, "Good enough." I cannot blame you.

#home improvement

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skamenglishsubs · 14 hours

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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 6

Out here in the real world it's been a week since the cliffhanger ending of episode 5 where Simon broke up with Wilhelm, but in-universe it's just the next day, and Wilhelm is being comforted by Felice.

Subtext: This entire episode is incredibly meta, there are so many times characters say things that reference earlier seasons or episodes, or the entire series as a whole. This is the first time, and Felice is saying what we're all thinking. IS IT REALLY OVER?!? 😱

Blink and you miss it: Felice gives Wilhelm her sunglasses and dries his tears so he can hide the fact that he's been crying. Also, look at that gorgeous Swedish summer. It is so pretty.

Culture: The third-years are painting the banners that go on the trucks on graduation day.

Culture: They're also signing each others' student hats, which is a common tradition. You can just sign your name or write something funny or do whatever.

Culture: This car is what we in Sweden call a sossecontainer. It's an old 90's Volvo, it's square, it's ugly, and it was pretty cheap and reliable, so it was very common and popular among working class and the lower middle classes. It was never a high-status car, so it perfectly illustrates the Eriksson family.

Subtext: Oh look, another throwback to season 1 when Sara argued with Simon about their dad, and said that he should stop giving people second chances.

Culture: Oh look, another poem by Karin Boye. This time it's Eternity, a poem about cherishing your time with your loved one, and the text is about how good times feel like an endless summer, which is what it certainly looks like for the kids and their teacher in the lush landscape. But just like in the poem, their endless summer is about to end.

Culture: This is pretty much exactly the reason used when real-world Lundsberg was temporarily closed.

Culture: And Wilhelm isn't wrong, the shitty traditions are in the walls of the place, it's always been like that, and it's always been upheld by everyone involved with the school, parents, teachers, staff, and students.

Subtext: Since this is the last episode, let's prepare the viewers to say good bye to the show, and let's do it with a little montage of students crying and taking their stuff down and emptying their rooms.

Culture: This is a 100% factually true statement, Göteborg is the worst city in the world. Source: I'm a native Stockholmer, and you just have to trust me on this, ok? Look, it's just common sense, alright? Don't listen to people from Göteborg, they're just jealous they're not living in the glorious capital. Also, they talk funny. And they have no sense of humour! And everyone is named Glenn or something.

Culture: I don't think they're referencing an actual school here, and the current Norwegian royal children went to school in Norway, not Switzerland. But the current Danish crown prince went to some boarding school in Switzerland for a while, but then he went to the Danish elite boarding school Herlufsholm. However, it was rocked by a bullying scandal in 2022, so they had to pull him out of that one and deny all knowledge of the events. Feels familiar?

Culture: Solliden is the private summer palace of the real-world Swedish royal family located on Öland, an island off the south-east coast of Sweden. The show has consistently stayed away from every likeness with the real world, but I guess they couldn't be arsed making up a fictional summer palace for the YR royal family so they went with something familiar.

Subtext: Farima is talking about the problems of finding a new school for Wilhelm from an academic perspective, but he's just thinking about how this means he won't be close to Simon any longer.

Culture: Vincent and the boys are pouring one out for Hillerska. It's a way to toast a dead friend, or in this case, a place.

Blink and you miss it: August places a king chess piece on the table before telling his friends that he's Wilhelm's reserve and might be king someday.

Subtext: And he's still so blinded by the glamour of it, despite everything. Thankfully, his friends can bring him down a couple of pegs.

Blink and you miss it: While Wilhelm is returning Kris, the book from last season, the second book in the pile is a book by Kjell Westö, Den Svavelgula Himlen - Yellow Sulphur Sky. It's about a working class kid in Finland becoming friends with his upper-class neighbour family, and his struggle maintaining a relationship with the girl of the family because of their class differences. Slightly on the nose there, show.

Meta: Henry interrupting our boys at the worst possible time is just a running joke at this point. How many times has it happened now? Four times? Five? Read the fucking room, Henry!

Subtext: Last chance to have a party together, but also last chance to see Simon, "maybe ever". Oh no, we have to start preparing for a sad ending!

Culture: Red solo cups are not a thing anywhere outside the US really, but you can buy them as a gag gift in Sweden, because to us they're just a weird movie prop we've seen American movies. Every other party scene in the show has featured regular plastic cups.

Culture: Drinking with the teachers?!? Yeah, sure, why not, everyone is an adult.

Subtext: Emo outfit? ✅ Sitting on the floor? ✅ Full of self-pity? ✅ Exaggerating the catastrophic state of his world in the way only a 17yo disaster boy can do? ✅

Meta: Another throwback to how Wilhelm was referred to as the party prince back in season 1.

Blink and you miss it: Felice hides the wine bottle behind her back before Malin comes in. She knows, Felice. Malin knows everything.

Meta: Another throwback to when Wilhelm was eating the dirt at the very same football field that disaster emo boy Simon is now sitting at together with his friends, who are trying to convince him to go to the final party.

Subtext: This time, August isn't just sorry that he got caught, he is genuinely sorry for everything he did to Wilhelm. He in turn forgives August, and we're all getting closure for this plot point.

Meta: Hey, hey, hey guys, do you remember that scene in season 1 episode 1 when Sara helped hold Felice's hair while she was throwing up? We're doing a throwback here!

Meta: Hey, hey, hey guys, do you remember that scene in season 1 episode 3 when Felice told Sara that maybe you don't have to speak the truth all the time? Well, Sara still doesn't understand why you would lie, but this time she's right, Felice was right to tell the truth.

Blink and you miss it: Stella and Fredrika are making out at the party, Felice saw it, and is making a very funny face. This is also why Stella rudely rejects Rosh, because of course she's gonna choose Fredrika, Rosh was just a distraction to make her jealous.

Subtext: Vincent is talking about Nils, who just came out, but August just saw Sara, and that's the whoever he wants.

Subtext: But despite saying that he doesn't care about anyone else seeing them, he still ducked behind a stack of pallets for this conversation.

Meta: This is a brutal Fleabag reference.

Cinematography: This scene is overwhelmingly lit in that sickly greenish fluorescent hue, but there's golden light coming from somewhere, so Sara and August share one final kiss in that golden light. But there's not enough of it to go around, not enough for their love to last, so August is left standing there alone, and all the golden light is gone.

Cinematography: Wilhelm and Simon left the party sometime after midnight, this is supposed to be a very early morning summer sunrise, and our boys are just gonna be bathed in the golden light throughout the entire scene. Gods, it is pretty.

Meta: Hey, hey, remember that scene in season 1 when Simon was singing that song, and Wilhelm instantly fell for him?

Meta: Hey guys, remember that scene in season 1 when they were discussing welfare politics in class and Simon threw shade on Wilhelm? This is a throwback to that.

Cinematography: Just fucking look at this shit. What a nice view. The nature and the sunrise is pretty, too! Going naked into the water? Yeah, that's a rebirth metaphor as well. Lisa said so!

Subtext: This entire scene is basically Wilhelm trying one last time to get Simon back. They said they weren't gonna, but he's trying anyway. They're talking about that politics class where Wilhelm couldn't speak up because he was "not allowed". So he's still bound by his royal duties, which is why Simon broke up with him last episode.

Subtext: And since Wilhelm is still stuck, he's left on dry land, while Simon swims away from him, free. Guys, I'm thinking we're actually gonna get a sad ending! This does not look good! 😭

Blink and you miss it: Stella and Fredrika are sleeping in the same bed and making out the morning after, and millions of #Stedrika shippers are rejoicing! Yay, fanservice!

Blink and you miss it: Walter is helping Henry up after he passed out in the grass outside after the party, and millions of #Walty shippers are rejoicing! Yay, fanservice!

Subtext: The last photo Wilhelm takes down from his wall is the one with him and Simon, because that's the most important memory of this place.

Blink and you miss it: Wilhelm shuts off his red lightstrip in his room. Those lights have typically been a symbol of his love for Simon, but he's turning it off. Sad ending confirmed.

Meta: Listen, it's a lovely little song that Simon wrote for Wilhelm, but it's 100% fanservice, it's referencing events in the show that Simon actually didn't witness, and it's even referencing the soundtrack to the show itself! I mean, come on! And we're getting yet another sad boy Wilhelm montage of him moping around Hillerska with his earbuds.

Subtext: Remember how the frog snowglobe was a gift from Erik, who in turn got it from their grandpa, the king? It's so obviously a symbol of the monarchy, but Wilhelm is dumping it in the trash. Are we... Are we not getting a sad ending?

Cinematography: The shot of the flag being raised is cut off at half mast, which is a pretty universal symbol for mourning. Oh ok, we're back on track for a sad ending.

Subtext: This is the first time this season that Simon speaks Spanish with his mom, and the first time in the entire series that Sara does, which shows that they're fully themselves again, they've pulled themselves out of the Hillerska world.

Culture: The graduating students are having a champagne breakfast before the graduation ceremony, that's also very common in Sweden.

Subtext: Felice and the rest of the choir decided to have a little rebellion and not sing the boring old Hillerska song, and instead the new improved one that Simon made last season. No-one told him about the switch though, which is why he's so surprised.

Culture: After the ceremony, the graduating students will run out of the school to find their parents and family and friends, who are waiting for them, usually with a big sign with the most embarrassing baby picture they could find of them.

Blink and you miss it: August's mom and stepdad have also made a huge sign with an embarrassing picture of August Malte as a kid. Adorable.

Lost in translation: The queen is saying "lilla gubben", which literally means "little old man", a very common term of endearment in Swedish families. The show has been pretty consistent in that Wilhelm's family are all using normal words, just like any other family would. So it's pretty funny that despite everyone else using titles and styles all the time, to Wilhelm, his parents are simply "mamma" and "pappa", as if he was a regular kid.

Subtext: As a graduating student you get little gifts from your family, flowers, champagne, stuffed animals, all with a blue-and-yellow ribbon so you can hang them around your neck. August is family, so the Queen gives him one as well. Of a frog with a crown. Which is a symbol of the monarchy in the show. Wilhelm threw his frog in the trash, August is getting a frog from the Queen. I think there might be symbolism here! I think we're setting up August to become the next king! Do we dare hope for a happy ending?

Cinematography: Just fucking look at this shit. The composition, the contrast, the height difference, the distance between them. It's so pretty. And they're talking about how good it was while it lasted, just like how a TV show with a sad ending can still be an amazing experience. Hint hint.

Subtext: We're saying our goodbyes, Wilhelm and Simon are saying goodbye to each other, Wilhelm wishes Simon a nice summer, just like how Simon wished Wilhelm a good Christmas back in season 1, and just like back then, they both understand that they love each other, but can't be together.

Cinematography: And then Simon exits the scene, again, leaving Wilhelm standing there alone, again, having seemingly chosen his family and royal duty.

Culture: It's common to either rent a truck as a large group of students, or to be driven in a flashy car alone or with a friend. The two girls in the centre are sitting in a very nice Aston Martin, while a bunch of their classmates are on a truck. I can't make out the full text on the banner, but I think it says something like "Lock up your sons because tonight we become like animals".

Culture: Svensson is a very common Swedish last name, so to "be a Svensson" basically means that you're super average and mediocre, you're like everyone else. Whereas these elite kids are used to having everyone else bow and scrape for them, so that message is on brand.

Cinematography: We're in the car, it looks like the ending of season 1, and we're doing a close-up of Wilhelm's face. We're ready for the fourth-wall-break of him staring sadly into the camera, having been once again broken down by the system and not getting the boy. We've said goodbye to everyone, roll the credits, start your crying...

Cinematography: ...except the show isn't ending here. We're having an honest conversation between Wilhelm and his parents for the first time. Because every other time he's said that he doesn't want to be crown prince of the next king, he's been angry or upset, he's been threatening, and definitely impulsive. But he's never wanted any of it.

Cinematography: His parents let him go, they open the door to their van, Wilhelm exits, and the show turns up the volume of the soundtrack. "Energetic music" my ass, it's the Harmony theme! It's the main theme of the entire show playing as Wilhelm runs away.

Subtext: Oh, yeah, August sees him run away, and understands that he's next in line now. Sorry buddy, sucks to be you, but never mind that now. RUN, WILHELM, RUN!!! GET YOUR MAN!

Cinematography: The shows turns into the most perfect rom-com, with Wilhelm chasing down Simon's car through the incredibly lush and green Swedish summer. He catches up to them, tells Simon that he ditched the crown for his own sake, and asks if it's really over between them.

VAD FAN TROR DU?

As if the soundtrack wasn't triumphant enough, it now starts playing As Long As you Are Here as they throw themselves in each other's arms. Happy ending! They're crying, I'm crying, we're all crying! 😭

Cinematography: A montage? With all the best scenes between our boys from the entire show? With the text of the soundtrack perfectly matching the montage? I should be outraged at how cheesy this is, but it is perfect. Perfect. I love it. I swear, this fucking show.

Subtext: Finally we are at the true ending of the show. Wilhelm has managed to escape Hillerska, him and Simon and Sara and Felice have all escaped the hierarchies, the expectations, the duties, and the toxic environment of the school. He arrived in a Ferrari, and is now running away with his boyfriend and friends in a crappy Volvo station-wagon. The stiff suit jackets are gone, they're all in white, his hair is ruffled in the wind, and for the last time ever Wilhelm looks into the camera. And he smiles.

He is finally free.

#young royals #young royals subtext #young royals analysis #young royals season 3

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wally-darling-hyperfixation · 1 year

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The Show Must Go on Darling. Part 2: Wally x Parent GN Reader

@malamilkbeats made this artwork. I like it so much. I hope you like the story. Someone on here has been making boarders and I absolutely adore them and use them. I’ll reference them in another post. I’m now. Making Wally part blue.

You wake up from a jolt in your bed. Your daughter Zoey is bouncing up and down. “ Today we go to the studio! Today we go to the studio,” she squeals jumping up and down. You let out a chuckle and grab her tickling her causing her to grab her stomach. “Yea we are my little silly monkey. We going to have a wonderful day together,” you say laughing as you tickle her. She laughs and surrenders so you stop and she rushes to get dressed for today. You laugh and go the the closet. You have these billowy rainbow pants you been dying to wear but they weren’t work appropriate so you put them on with this nice loose long sleeve white shirt. You put an ascot on (it’s either in your hair as head band or pony tail or on your neck). You slip on some nice leather shoes you had. Comfy and head out to the kitchen where little Zoey was in her tie dye dress waiting. You hum and cook breakfast real quick. Just some eggs and toast and fix her a glass of apple juice. “Go ahead and eat and we will head on out ,” you say setting a plate in front of her biting into your toast. She quickly eats her food gulping it down super fast. You pat her back so she don’t choke. “I’m all done! Can we go ? Let’s go!!!!” She says excited putting dishes in sink running out to car. “Wait , I’m coming,” you laugh grabbing your keys chasing after .

Wally was rubbing his hands nervously. Ronald had made sure that the parent and the little girl were the only ones to show up today. He was pacing on the stage back and forth. The others were so confused about why he was pacing. “Hey Wally, are you ok? You are passing across the stage. You look like you are about to have a panic attack,” Julie says worried. “We just having a shooting today,” Sally says confused. He honestly didn’t want to say why. Not really sure what he was feeling. He just really liked how a parent loved their kid. He was just really excited about the idea of seeing you again. It felt really weird this new feeling. “You can do this Wally,” he says this to himself. He fixes up his hair and looks toward the window fidgeting when he sees the two walking in.

You were confused walking in seeing how y’all were alone . Zoey was so excited. They could get front row and be close up to the window to watch. “Come on. Come on. Let’s sit down (P/N). Please ? ,” she grabs your hand pulling you to the front and y’all sit down. You fix her hair gently and the show starts . This episode seemed to be about painting but you were freaked out cause it seemed like Wally was staring at you. But Zoey was enjoying the show. She watched everyone draw what they loved and they all put pictures and you were just happy Zoey was enjoying it. Wally thanks the viewers for watching and heads into Home. Zoey claps her hands. As you and her head to leave , Mr. Ronald stops by and starts talking. “Did y’all enjoy the show,” he asks. Zoey sets down her bag and starts aching all excited. She explains how she wants to paint and was so happy about the episode and her love of the puppets.

Wally sneaks off the stage and was in the room. He watches the people talk and sees the backpack. He sneaks over and gets over to the backpack. He unzips and climbs in. He really wanted to get to know them. The back pack was picked up and he was watching as they leave. He gives a thumbs up to Ronald as they leave and hides in the back pack. As they drive , he loved listening to your voice. He watches as y’all stopped to get burgers and such to go home. He really wants to see where y’all live. He was so comfortable listening to your voice. He fell asleep for the rest of the way .

Enjoy!!!!!!!!!

#wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home fandom #welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #welcome home x y/n #wally darling x self insert #wally x y/n #wally x reader

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lxrd-ren · 10 months

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Side Effects Of Being A Viewer Of The QSMP:

● Multilingual - Naturally learning words from other languages, from learning "Tu puta madre" from Roier to learning "Fofo" and "KKKK" because of the Brazilians chats to knowing 'Pomme' is apple in French

● Sudden Change In Time Of Day = PANIC (Self Explanatory)

● Eggs Suddenly Seem A Lot More Child-Shaped

● Shit Sleep Schedule (Looking At You Fellow BBH Watchers)

● Dreams Of The Eggs Dying / The QSMP In General

● Way Too Many Songs Have Been Added To Spotify Playlists (Welcome To The Mato, Pac E Mike, Eh Vegetta, Muffin, Free Shit, Etc Etc)

● Sunsets Reduce People To Tears (R.I.P Bobby Chingon)

● FOUND FAMILY OVERLOAD

● Straight Ships? What's That?

● Avocado Toast = Go-To Food (But NEVER eggs and NEVER apples)

● International Jokes Everyone Gets (QUACKITY, POR FAVOUR, PAGA EL SELVIDOR / OHNANANA / TURBO AD / Etc Etc)

And finally,

Gegg.

#qsmp

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gabessquishytum · 6 months

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Dream is an HGTV designer who has Hob on his show for a design job. The sexual tension is so strong, they might not be able to show the show on TV.

The production team (Matthew, Lucienne and Joanna) aren't sure how to produce a cleam cut of the show! The whole master bedroom segment is unusable; the backyard segment where Hob is "helping" cut wood (OR hammering along with the team building the pergola) is just Dream staring in a human representation of blue screen of death - Dream had 2 pages of script to get through. Matthew thinks Dream forgot words when Hob lifted up his shirt to use the hem to wipe his forehead sweat. Hob isn't any better -- the "demo" day segement is just Hob standing in a corner watching Dream knock out the cabinets.

The final design is beautiful, but the crew think some time during the late night sprint to finish, the two gave in and now there are soo many shots of Hob and Dream necking behind corners, what they think is out of frame of the cameras --- it's so not.

Akskdjfbasjdbd Matthew gets them both into the studio and he's like "should we just go ahead and upload this to pornhub? BECAUSE THATS ALL SOME OF THIS FOOTAGE IS FIT FOR, YOU HORNY ASSHOLES!"

He's yelling because he's been up all night going through the footage. And also because it's not like this stuff can be re-filmed. The project is finished, they can't knock it down and build it all over again!

Hob has the good grace to look apologetic. There's an enormous hickey on the side of his neck, and he refuses to sit down on any of the chairs, so it's fairly obvious that he got absolutely railed within an inch of his life. Dream glares at Matthew, ever the asshat, and says that it's not his problem that the camera happened to be there.

Matthew puts his head in his hands. Jo is honestly trying not to laugh. Her suggestion is to simply leave the (pg 13) kisses in and make a feature out of it for the show. Maybe do an interview with Hob about what it was like to get a newly designed house AND a boyfriend in the same week?

In the end, the steamy looks remain in the final cut of the show, while the kissing and groping is edited out. A few extra scenes are added with Hob talking about how much he loves Dream’s design, with a few spicy innuendos to make the whole sexual tension kind of comedic? And they tag on a final scene at the end where Hob and Dream sit on the gorgeous new patio and share a toast to the completed project... and Hob presses a family friendly kiss to the back of Dream’s hand.

The whole episode takes 10 years off Matthew's life... so it's a good thing that it goes viral and brings a whole new lease of life to the show <3 especially when the viewers notice that massive fucking hickey ajsbsbdb <333

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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seospicybin · 2 years

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GLASS.

Han x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Han is a photographer who just moved into a new apartment and he couldn’t tell if it was accidental or fate that he saw you through the window of your apartment with his camera. And the next thing he knows, he spends most of his days watching you through his camera lens. (10,5k words)

Author's note: Just Jisung being a pervy neighbor :)

Content warning: Infidelity.

People should fall in love with their eyes closed.

But Han falls in love with his eyes wide open, through the looking glass.

After traveling to a few countries for his photography exhibitions, he decided to get back and got someplace to settle for a little while until new ideas struck his head and the cycle starts all over again.

When his eyes first landed on you, it was accidental.

He went out to the balcony one morning, trying to capture a picture of the gargoyle of the building. He took a few shots then dragged his camera while kept looking through the viewer and eventually found you.

He looked through the window and saw you were staring at your own reflection in the mirror while sitting on a stool and gracefully combing your hair with so much care.

It wasn't every day he saw women brushing their hair yet it also wasn't something as extraordinary as jumping off a plane for skydiving but peculiarly, he found it very interesting.

He took a few pictures of you just sitting against your vanity, combing your hair, and once in a while raking it with your fingers.

Then you put the hairbrush down and just stared at your own reflection like you haven't seen it for a long, long time.

You were looking for something in the reflection of yourself as it looks back at you.

Then from out of nowhere, another person entered the frame. A man came behind you and put his hands around your shoulders.

You talked to each other through the reflection in the mirror then he kissed the top of your head before left.

The smile that you put on your face for him faded like the day turned to night.

And you faced your reflection again with eyes that were still searching for something in it.

Han couldn't help himself.

Not when your apartment was right across from him and he could see everything like your life is a living miniature except that he couldn't play with the person in it.

In the morning, he woke up around 7 because he knew you would wake up around that time.

He had put on a tripod for his camera that was set just behind the window of his balcony.

As he waited for the coffee machine to finish, he looked through the camera with squinted eyes.

You were awake but didn't get up from your bed yet.

You had one hand under your head and your eyes were looking at the void of your bedroom, out of your head, out of this world.

He always took this moment to adore you, how you looked so beautiful by just being awake.

Then your boyfriend came into the frame again, shattering your bubble of thoughts and saying bye to you for he was going to work or whatever business he has to do outside, Han couldn't care less.

Having him out of the house felt like his least favorite movie character was absent from the scene, it was when Han felt the most triumphant.

That was because he can have you for himself.

Han had been observing you for a week now. He learned a lot from just watching you through the lens of his camera.

Other than you have a boyfriend, you are a model. He had seen some of ads you did for a few fashion brands.

After stretching on the bed, you woke up and went to the kitchen, it was out of his sight but you would return with a plate of breakfast of toast and scrambled egg, ate it on the sofa in the living room while watching something on the TV.

After that, you would change your clothes to workout attire, you usually do yoga but that day, you decided to run on the treadmill while catching up on the TV series you were watching from last night.

Han finished his breakfast when you got out of the bathroom, it usually took you more than half an hour and he believed today you took the shower.

You would choose your clothes with a lot of consideration like it would decide how the day would turn out for you. It took most of your morning and you settled with pair of jeans and a white peasant blouse, then spread them out on your bed.

After that, you went to the dresser and pulled the top drawer open to choose your undergarments.

You took the matching one in pale blue color.

"No, not that one!" Han whispered as if you would hear his opinion.

Somehow his manifestation worked as you put them back on the drawer, you took a pair in cream color and another pair in pale pink color with floral embroidery.

Han hissed, also got torn between the two.

"I think you would look good in both," he said to the quiet of his apartment as his words bounced back to him.

The cream-colored one was chosen at the end.

"Let's see if you make the right choice!" He beamed and swallowed air as he knew what view he would see in mere seconds.

You untied your robe and let it slide onto the floor.

Han swallowed hard and all of a sudden, he was getting thirsty but it was not the kind that would be easily quenched by water.

The curve of your body, the arch of your back, your damp hair stuck to the skin, you slightly turned to the side, revealing yourself to him as if you knew you were being watched.

And he could see all of you, the hikes and dips of your body but his eyes when to your pelvic bones that led him to see that heavenly thing between your legs.

His mouth got dry and he so badly wanted to lick the beads of water rolling down your skin.

You put on the chosen undergarments and stood by the standing mirror, checking yourself out.

It was really obvious that you are a model from the way you tuck your foot to the front as if you were posing for a photoshoot.

Han sighed delightfully, "seems like you are right," he agreed on your choice, the color complimented your skin tone so well.

It was fascinating for him to watch you pacing around the room to get ready for the day. He was there just admiring everything from afar but sometimes it felt like he was there with you.

You bent down the vanity as you applied lipstick on your lips, smacking them together and rubbed off the excess from the outer line of your lips.

You took one last look of yourself in the mirror then smiled in satisfaction.

It was such a simple gesture but enough to make his heart flutter inside.

Han quickly turned off his camera and headed out as well, so he could meet you.

The elevator happened to be stopping on his floor and he ran to hold the button to keep it open, then rushed inside. He knew you would be coming in any second so he holds it open as long as he could.

He sighed in relief when he saw you came into his line of vision not long after and went inside the elevator.

"Good morning!" You greeted him while clutching your bag in front of you.

"Morning!" He muttered back with a sheepish smile.

You returned the smile but it got cut by the sound of your phone ringing in your hand.

"Yes, hello?"

"I'm on my way," you talked to the phone.

It was hard not to overhear the conversation since the two of you were stuck inside a small space and he could hear everything including the person you were talking to on the phone.

"I have two castings today," you spoke to the phone again while softly scratching your elbow.

"I'll see you there. Yep, okay. Bye!" You ended the phone call and shoved your phone into the back pocket of your jeans.

When the elevator arrived at the lobby, he let you out first and walked behind you, watching you hail a taxi with your arm outstretched.

And after that, he got back to his apartment because it was all that he needed to see.

To know what time you'll get back is a bit tricky. He always has to check once in a while but from what he heard from your phone call, you were most likely having a packed day ahead of you.

So he did some other work to pass the time, when he checked after dinner, he got unlucky as he found your boyfriend instead, playing a video game in the living room with the volume up that he could hear the faint blasting sounds coming from across the balcony.

He dreaded his way outside to send his trash down the chute and the elevator chimed open, then you came out of it dressed in a different outfit from the one you went out.

He made a run back to his apartment and turned off the lights, it was vital to keep himself in the dark, or else you will know that he had been watching through his camera.

The scene unfolded right in front of his eyes, you came into the apartment and came to kiss your boyfriend on the cheek.

He said something without looking at you.

You whispered something to him, your mouth pressed to his ear with your hand went down his abdomen.

He paused the game to give you a proper kiss and looked at you, he said something then kissed your hand and to Han’s surprise, he went back to his game.

You went to your bedroom and stripped all of your clothes, went to the bathroom only in your undergarments.

Han patiently waited for you to be done showering with a can of beer in his hand and took one last big gulp when you came back into his view.

You stood by the standing mirror again, just stayed there for a moment staring at your own reflection in the mirror with your bare feet and bathrobe on.

It always got him wondering what you were searching for as you stared at your own reflection like that. What were you searching for? Were you dissatisfied with what you see? Did you feel ugly? He wanted to know the reason.

His profound thought got derailed as you started touching yourself, and ran your hand from your neck down to your chest, parting the bathrobe open.

Slowly, your hand slid the robe open and let it slide down half your body, tugged by the elbows. You walked backward until the back of your legs hit the bedframe, then climbed onto the bed.

Feeling like he was right there with you, he let out an inaudible sigh.

You touched your breast and softly rubbed your nipple with your fingertips as it turned hard from just a simple touch.

You licked your fingertips before circling them around your nipples again.

"Fuck!" Han muttered under his breath, gripped the tripod so hard hoping it would lessen the urge to touch you.

You reclined on the bed with a hand propped on the bed and slowly spread your legs wide, you just sat there at the end of the bed looking at your reflection in a provocative pose.

He held his breath from imagining if that mirror were him and what you would look like to him.

His cock twitched from the sudden need, Han have nothing to complain about but to give what his body wanted.

Apart from physical needs, he needed to do it to experience the same thing with you, it was either going all in or nothing to him.

He worked open his jeans and let them drop, pooling around his ankles. He pulled his semi-hard cock out of the confine of his boxer and began to give it slow pumps.

Looking through his camera again, he saw you shoved your two fingers into your mouth then bring it down south, to your cunt that he believed looking flushed from all the blood rushing there.

"Baby..." he breathlessly called for you with a pet name he secretly called you with.

"Touch yourself for me!" He said while his hand started to steadily pump his cock.

His eyes couldn't focus on one thing because every part of you offered just the same enticing sight. The way your head was thrown to the back with your eyes shut, your mouth parted open and he hated that he couldn't hear your moans, the beautiful arch your back lifted off the bed as you grind at your fingers, and then the occasional glance at your reflection on the mirror.

"Fuck baby, so good for me," he praised with a hoarse voice, hand pumping his cock at an impossibly quick pace.

"I want to touch you so much," he said again through his gritted teeth.

The silence that hung in the dark of his apartment was replaced by his grunts and whimpers.

"Baby, oh..." his hand vigorously pumping his swollen cock like there's no end, "keep touching yourself for me..."

He saw your body held in the air with your mouth gaping open and he believed you were close to your climax as well.

For a second, Han's eyes flicked to your boyfriend who was still busy playing a video game with headphones on, unaware that his girlfriend was touching herself in the next room because he refused to have sex with you.

What a fucking fool! Han thought in his head.

If he were your boyfriend, he would make love to you all day you don't even have to ask. He would drop to his knees and worship your heavenly body, shower it with sweet praises. He would not only kiss you on the top of your head when he leaves for work, he would kiss you and give you a warm hug, he would treat you better. That's what he can promise you.

If only he had the chance. Just one chance!

He let out a strained groan as milky white of his seed spurted out of the tip of his cock, he hurriedly covered it with his hand to not let it shoot all over the glass window.

Didn't want to miss anything, he immediately looked through his camera again as you kept stroking your clit with your fingers.

Han kept going even though he had reached his peak, over stimulating himself.

He saw your body hung mid-air on the bed and it seemed like you reached your high as you clamped your hand between your thighs.

The thought of masturbating together with you and cum together, well, apart from being in separated places, would be the closest and the most intimate thing he would ever do with you.

At that moment when you closed your eyes almost at the same time as Han, he believed he shared a moment with you. It was as if your consciousness met in a space where you were one and tethered, or that was what he wanted to believe.

Han staggered backward, drained from two orgasms and overstimulation he gave himself, and collapsed onto the bed, he stared up at the ceiling and thought of that shared space with you, how peaceful and happy he would be in there.

He woke up to his jeans still open and his cock peeking out from the waistband of his brief.

It felt as if he took a strong sleeping pill but without the side effects.

He rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the light.

And his first instinct was to get up so he could see how much he missed.

He groaned when he found his camera running out of battery, he hurriedly took another from his collection.

He put it on his tripod and zoomed in right away, he knew where to look without having to aim it first. It was like his eyes already knew where to look.

Thankfully he didn't miss much, you were still in your nightdress and having a bowl of cereal cross-legged on the sofa.

He took the chance to wash up and changed the clothes that reeked with his body sweat, fix himself a cup of coffee and a quick slice of toast.

The day went slow, the only significant thing that happened was that you ordered a magazine with your photoshoot in it. He reminded himself to the newspaper stand to buy one for himself.

And you spent the rest of the afternoon working on your laptop and just stared at it while talking on the phone in the living room.

Han got used to moving from one place to another, living out of a suitcase that he loses track of time for most of his life. But as he watched you collecting dirty laundry from around the house, he realized that day was Friday.

On Friday, you always went to the laundromat on the corner of the street.

Han hurriedly went to collect his dirty laundry as well, it wasn't hard for him since his dirty clothes lying around his apartment.

He went there first before you so he would be less conspicuous that he stalked you, he sorted his laundry so slowly to stall with eyes looking at the entrance of the laundromat, waiting for you to come.

Fifteen minutes later, you came while carrying two bags of laundry, one you carried on your shoulder and the other hung on your forearm.

You dropped the bags right across his on the row of washing machines lined up on one side of the wall. You went to change your money and got coins in return then went back to your laundry.

You already sorted your laundry at home and straight away, put them in the washing machine, bending down while wearing a miniskirt.

He liked it that it looks good on you, especially that bit where he could see the white underwear you wore underneath but he also hated it because he wasn't the only one that could see it.

Han purposely closed the lid of the washing machine so loud to make the elderly man in the corner stop ogling at you.

Your head also turned in his direction out of reflex.

“Do you need a change?" You offered.

It took him aback for a second, that you were talking to him.

"Huh?"

You exchanged a glance for a second then he understood.

"Yeah, I run out of..." he paused to scratch his head, while in fact, he already has in the pocket of his denim jacket.

You took a few dimes from the little purse you carry and handed some to his open palm.

"I happen to change my money too much," you said with a grin.

Your fingers brushed his palm ever so slightly but he could feel the electric feeling coming from it, "thanks!"

In exchange, Han went to buy two cups of coffee from the vending machine and handed one to you.

"Thanks!" You beamed, holding the cup a bit higher at him in gratitude.

You held it to let it simmer for a while, "you're my neighbor, aren't you?"

"Yes!" He answered, a bit too eager. He was ecstatic to know you recognized him.

"I remember because we always ride the elevator together," you said.

He hoped it wasn't suspicious of you to say so, he stifled a nod to confirm. He didn't want the conversation to end so he thought of a question real quick.

"Do you always go to the laundromat even though you have a washing machine at home?" He asked and he wasn't aware of the detail he input in the question until you asked him back.

"How do you know I have a washing machine at home?"

He swallowed, trapped by his own words.

"Well... Uhm... because I do have a washing machine at home as well," he stammered, unsure if his answer is convincing enough for you.

“I do have a washing machine at home," you gathered your hair and clipped them together with a hair claw.

"But I like the sound of these big old washing machines, I find it very calming," you cracked into a laugh again, "I know that's so weird of me!"

"No, no, no," Han strongly denied, "that's not weird at all!"

You took a sip of your coffee and hummed, "how about you? Why are you here on a Friday night?"

Han held his coffee cup in his hands and between his legs, looking down at your legs crossed and revealed your beautiful legs.

"They have the best coffee here!" He playfully replied while taking another sip of his coffee.

Your eyes found each other and like it was timed, you both laughed at each other.

"Now that's weird!" You poked fun at him.

With the constant whirring sounds of the washing machines, the smell of fabric softener, and the color of the clothes going swirling inside the machines that slowly hypnotized him, Han finally understood the appeal of it. It was like taking a snooze button in life and it was indeed therapeutic.

"So, what do you do for a living?" You suddenly asked as you took out the freshly laundered clothes into a basket.

"I'm a photographer," he answered.

"How fitting!" You beamed with a wide grin.

"I'm a model!" You paused while holding a pair of damp sweatpants in your hands to tell him that.

Han smiled, he knew who you are but the way you introduced yourself got him smitten. He was expecting someone fierce just like how you posed in the magazine you modeled for, in reality, you were bubbly in person, overflowing with charms.

"What kind of photography do you do?" You asked, closing the lid of the washing machine with your hips.

"Sceneries mostly," he shortly answered.

You nodded in awe, "Can I see some of your works?"

The request took him by surprise, he fumbled to find his phone in one of the pockets on his denim jacket.

"I'll return after putting these in the dryer," you told him.

When you returned, you sat next to him and picked up your coffee cup again. Han was so nervous because he had never been this close to you, your heads barely touched as you huddled close to see the photos he took for his exhibitions.

"These are amazing!" You praised.

Even your coffee-tinted breath smelled so sweet to him that he inhaled it.

"Thank you!" He sincerely said.

You turned your head at him with your mouth open, he knew you were planning to ask him something but hesitated.

"Do you want to ask something?"

You closed your mouth and shook your head.

"I was about to ask you for a favor but I realize that it's a silly request," you explained and drank your coffee.

"Please, go ahead! Ask me anything!" Han encouraged, moreover he was curious, deadly curious.

You stifled a laugh then brushed a stray hair to the back, "I was planning to ask if you can take my photos," you finally admitted.

"I'd love to!" And he hated how he sounded too eager once again.

You sheepishly smiled, "I need new ones for my portfolio but I understand that you're way too professional for that," you refused the idea.

"Hey, I'm not that bad at taking profile photos!" He remarked.

"Oh no, that's not what I mean!" You immediately denied it.

"I can do that, plus I don't have anything to do anyway," he said this time he looked you right in the eyes to convince you.

You nodded, feeling assured that he wasn't offended by your request.

"Tomorrow afternoon then?" You asked with anticipation.

"Tomorrow afternoon sounds fine!" Han answered and it couldn't come any sooner.

After watching you turn out for the night, sleeping on your side of the bed alone without your foolish boyfriend for the third time this week.

He went to his bed, replaying all the moments he shared with you in the laundromat. Your warm smiles, your hair tickled his ear when you huddled close together your soft fingertips brushed his palm, your cute responses to his playful remarks, that miniskirt you wore that he wished you wore only for him and for his eyes only.

Han slept in peace knowing that he had a day well-spent and for every second that passed, he was getting closer to tomorrow afternoon.

He knew you were coming.

It took you exactly three minutes to walk from your unit to his.

He heard you knock on the door, once, twice. He stalled a little so he didn't seem like he had been anticipating your visit for the last 15 hours.

He opened the door on the third knocking.

He welcomed you with a teeth-baring smile that came out of nowhere but he believed it was from within him.

"Hi! I hope I didn't disturb you!" You said with your hands folded behind your back.

"Not at all!" He replied, he stepped aside to let you in. He had removed the tripod from the window and anything suspicious that would uncover his inappropriate behavior.

You walked further inside and looked around the place with curious eyes.

"Oh, you were having lunch!" You said as you spotted his unfinished burger on the dining table.

Han was too nervous about today that he couldn't finish his lunch.

"My stomach suddenly got upset," he came up with an excuse.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm okay now," he lied, he was getting fidgety and didn't know what to do next.

You walked to the shelf with all of his cameras on display and your hand reached for one of the vintage cameras, "you also shoot in film?"

"Yes," he shortly answered because when it came to that subject, he could confidently answer.

Han took one of his favorites that he used the most the polished body of the camera started to fade from overuse, "this is my favorite!"

"May I?" You asked to hold it.

He handed it to you carefully like he passed a newborn baby.

You put it up in front of you and aimed it at him, without warning, took a picture with a flash that blinded him.

"Oh, I thought there's no film in it!" You quickly apologized.

He burst into laughter instead, "it's only fair if I take one of you too!"

You glanced at him and slyly smiled, "okay," then handed his camera back.

You smiled for the camera until the shutter clicked and your smile was frozen in time, that is the magic of photography. He can treasure this moment again whenever he wanted it.

You turned on your heels and saw the mini photo studio he had set up for today with the white background, "so I guess you'll be taking my pictures there?"

"Yes," he shortly replied.

You went there while unbuttoning your cardigan and took it off, putting it on a chair nearby.

You were still dressed in a white tank top and denim skirt but why did he got flustered like a middle school boy who saw a grown woman's tits for the first time?

He had seen naked women before, either for work or on his sexcapades. Looking at your nipples visible through the white fabric and knowing how you like to touch them, distracted him a little but mostly, he got the urge to touch them.

The photo shoot was quick and it was all thanks to your professionalism, it was obvious you are a model with so many experiences and that made you easy to work with.

You went to him and checked the results with him on the laptop, he caught you staring at your photos like you always do when you see your reflection in the mirror.

He so badly wanted to know what were you thinking when you stared at your reflection like that. The curiosity was starting to suffocate him.

"Is it bad?" He asked.

It seemed to work to snap you out of your daze, "these are amazing!"

"But you're looking at it like..." he didn't want to presume so he decided not to continue his sentence.

You smiled at him and sighed, "it's just that... sometimes when I look at my own pictures, I feel like I'm seeing someone else," you uttered.

He could see your glossy eyes waver and seem like they were about to shatter.

You cleared your throat and stood up straight, "can I have a glass of water?"

Han felt stupid for not offering you a drink the second you came into the house, "yes, sure. I'm sorry, I forgot to offer you!"

"That's okay!" You said with a comforting smile.

When Han returned with a glass of water for you, he didn't find you where you were by his laptop in his little studio. He got panicked thinking that you went into his bedroom uninvited and feared that you find something he didn't want you to see.

He dashed to his bedroom and then stopped when he saw you were outside, on the balcony.

You turned around at the sound of the glass door sliding open, "sorry, I was curious as to what my apartment looks like from here," you said.

He got flustered, scratching the back of his head feeling embarrassed about himself.

"Here's uhm... your glass of water!" He handed you the glass with the water sloshed onto his hand.

"Thank you!"

You took a big gulp and gasped in satisfaction, "how much should I pay you?"

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry if that sounds rude, but I don't feel good not paying you for the photos," you said, looking down and feeling bad for the way you asked him.

Han held his hands up at you, "you don't have to pay, really," he kindly refused.

"I'm very sorry," you sheepishly muttered.

"At least, let me pay for it with dinner?" You offered another way to return the favor.

And how can he resist? It was a chance that came unannounced, a gift, a blessing.

"Yeah, okay," he succeeded in trying to sound coy.

"I have to go out of town for work for a few days. Let's have that dinner when I get back?" You leaned against the concrete barrier with your hands holding the glass of water in front of you.

He got disappointed that the dinner couldn't be that night or the next day, but for you, he was willing to wait.

"I'll clear my schedule," he said even though he didn't have the so-called schedule.

You softly chuckled and put the glass on the small round table, turned back to face your apartment.

Han took the opportunity to stand next close to you.

"Wow, you can see everything from here!" You sighed then looked up at the sky that begins to turn into shades of golden brown and orange, and every shade in between those colors.

"The sky is so beautiful today," you said with a contented sigh.

"So beautiful," Han added but he was looking at you and how you glowed under all the beautiful colors of the sky, rapt.

You closed your eyes and smiled.

He fisted his hands on his sides and leaned in close, he always thought that if he could observe you this close, he would somehow feel satisfied but that was wrong. He couldn't get enough, you endlessly mesmerized him.

"Whenever I look at your apartment, it was always dark," you suddenly said out of the blue, derailing him from his daydream.

Han dryly laughed, "I... I rarely stay in the house," he lied his way through.

"Ah, that makes sense!" You beamed.

You checked your phone to see the time and decided to leave, "I have to go. I have to cook dinner for my boyfriend," you told him.

Did you have to tell him that? Were you trying to make him jealous? Because you shouldn't have said anything, he was already jealous and mad that you have a boyfriend.

"I'll work on your photos and get it done soon," he told you.

"No, please take your time," you resisted.

He led you back inside and handed you your cardigan back, he held on to it a little longer just to have you here a few seconds longer.

"Bye, Han!" You said to him right before you get out of the door.

"Bye!" He said back.

All the good things that happened to him that day vanished as he watched your boyfriend take you to the bedroom then the two of you fucked.

He stopped looking the second he stripped all of your clothes off, he didn't need to see that, or else, he'd perished by his fiery rage.

He caught you entering the elevator the next morning as he was about to get out of it, this time was accidental. He didn't purposely meet you there, he was coming back from doing a little grocery from the convenience store across the street.

Han immediately hid the magazine he bought and shoved it deep into the paper bag to get it out of your sight.

"I thought you were already leaving!" He said to you in surprise.

You dragged your carrier behind you, "I woke up late!"

Han pushed the button to the lobby for you, "you'd better hurry then!"

"Thank you!"

He stayed to watch the elevator door slide close but before it went completely shut, he waved bye at you.

And he caught you waved bye at him.

He didn't expect he would feel the sudden emptiness from not having you around for him to watch and spy on.

His days turned bland, long, and boring. He wanted to get some work done, but he always caught himself going back to the photos he took of you.

He would look at it as long as he could, minutes, hours. The day passed so slowly and turned dark.

At night he went to the bed after showering with the magazine he bought that morning.

He flipped to the pages to where your beautiful face filled the whole page then of you in various colorful dresses. You looked so different in the photos, vibrant and alive. He thought over with what you said you looked different in the photos and he didn't find any fault in that, he would say that was a good thing. You played your duality well, that's what's important.

He only felt bad for everyone else who didn't know that you looked even more beautiful in real life.

He slipped his hand under his pillow and pulled out that cream-colored underwear he stole from your laundry basket that day back in the laundromat.

He cover his face with it and inhaled the scent that clung to it, that reminded him of your enticing cunt while his hand went to his cock.

He could jerk off to the thought of you multiple times in one day.

Even that day started by him jerking off to the photo of you with your nipples poking through your white tanktop and resulted in his cum went all over his office chair.

He drifted to sleep so easily after getting off and woke up in the middle of the night to his hand still inside his boxer, sticky with his cum drying on the skin.

He groaned and got up to clean himself, not until he faintly heard music playing outside and it was coming from your balcony.

He went to check and saw your boyfriend kissing you, or so he thought.

He doubted it in the next minute because you said you'd be away for a few days so he looked into his camera and zoomed in.

She wasn’t you but your boyfriend was fucking her on the very bed you sleep on.

And he always knew that your boyfriend is an undeserving asshole.

He had to wait behind his door for you to come knocking on his door. This time, he didn't wait for you to knock for the third time.

"Hi!" You brightly greeted him the second he opened the door.

"Hi!" He said back with a smile.

Han had been trying not to let his emotions go all over the place. He was so mad at your boyfriend for cheating on you, he hated how you were oblivious to it and ultimately, he couldn't bring himself to tell you about it.

"I came here to see if you're done with the photos," you said because you had been standing in the doorway for a while.

Han hurriedly got ahold of himself and let you into his apartment.

"You want to check the photos?" He asked as he led you to his work desk.

"No, that's okay, I trust you!" You said.

"Okay then, give me a moment to transfer the files," he sat on his chair and started working on his laptop.

"Okay," you replied.

Then he finished, and you showed him a copy of the magazine you were in.

He got caught red-handed by you, his face turned red and at the same time, it felt all of his blood has been drawn from him. He had a lot in his mind that he forgot to put away.

"Do you know that I'm in here?" You innocently asked.

He couldn't lie to you, not to your bright, beautiful face.

"I'm... let's say I'm your fan," he shamelessly admitted.

You burst out laughing then put the magazine down, "I think you are my only fan," you said while still laughing.

That was what he wanted, you smiling and laughing. Telling you about your cheating boyfriend would only make you sad.

"Can I see your bedroom?" You asked.

It wasn't a strange request but he found himself nodding, like his brain programmed to submit to your wishes.

You walked into his bedroom and pushed the door open, Han was grateful he put the tripod away to the other corner of his bedroom.

You gasped as you saw another collection of cameras in his bedroom, "how many cameras do you own?" You asked in awe.

"Enough," he humbly answered.

You took one and easily knew how to use it, "I have the same camera when I was the school's photographer," you explained.

Han shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans to hold the urge to touch you, being in his bedroom alone with you was already too much for him.

"Gorgeous!" You praised as you took a few pictures of him.

Han laughed in response but loud enough to fill the room.

He got the taste of what it would be like with you, being your significant other, and sharing a space with you. He believed he would do better than your lousy, cheating boyfriend.

But to fill that dream, he had to tell the hard truth.

You were picking up a video camera when he dropped everything.

"How do you turn this on-"

"He cheated on you!" He blurted out.

It took you a second to process his words but it seemed like you already knew from how you handled it calmly.

"I know," you softly said.

You put the video camera down on the table again and went to sit on the bed, "I known about it for some time," you confessed.

Han went to sit next to you on the end of the bed with you covered your face with your hands, this was what kept him from telling you the truth.

"I decided to keep quiet about it because I thought it was just a fling and he would eventually stop," you sadly muttered.

The saddest part of it was you playing dumb and at the same time, giving him a chance to come back to you even though deep down you knew it wasn't just a fling.

You looked at him with watery eyes, "I'm so stupid to think he would choose me," you said with a snide laugh.

He put his arm around you but kept it in his mind that it was for an effort to comfort you, "stupid are the people who don't choose you," he consoled you.

You weakly smiled at him and stared deep into his eyes that he could see the crack in that glassy eyes, he didn't want to see you shatter so he kissed you.

He kissed you like it would mend your broken heart like it would piece it back together and make it brand new.

And he would be okay with you not returning it. He was okay with your hand reaching for the collar of his shirt and yanking him away but no, you fisted it in your hands and pulled him closer, deeper into the kiss.

You climbed onto his lap and straddled him, breaking the kiss to catch a breath.

With your hands on his neck, you looked at him and asked, "would you choose me?" Your voice was whispery, almost gone with the wind.

"Certainly!" He answered without a beat.

You kissed him again, harder and it felt like you need them like air instead of the other way.

The kisses seemed like a search for validation that you are still worthy of love and to be loved.

And Han would gladly provide it for you.

He held you close and kissed you like he always wanted to, so passionately, hungrily with tongues and teeth clashing together.

His brain was slow to catch up to what was happening, but his hands were moving to remove your clothes and you followed suit.

The process of stripping each other's clothes off happened in a blink of the eyes, clothes flying everywhere and littering the bedroom floor.

He always thought of how he would take his time with you, showering your body with praises and kisses like he planned in his head but all that was thrown aside when the desire for your body burned his logic.

Han went on a kiss rampant all over your body, aggressively kissing every inch of skin with searing, wet kisses.

His mouth landed on your abdomen, he kissed the skin right under your belly button and you sighed at the fluttering feeling stirred inside you.

He saw how your face blushed with a sleepy smile on your face.

"Baby..." he sighed, and it slipped past his mouth just like that. He was sure you heard it too but it was too late to take it back.

You took his hand to suck on his fingers and let it go with a loud pop.

"Yes, daddy?" You said back without any sort of hesitation, it rolled off the tongue like you had called him with it a thousand times already.

Daddy?

It kept ringing in his ear.

From all his past experiences, no one ever called him that during sex. He knows that there are people with this type of kink and it was completely normal for you to have it. But he blanked out, he didn't know how to react to that.

"What is it, daddy?" You asked him again, then slowly put his thumb in your mouth.

And he liked how you were so obedient, literally and figuratively under his thumb.

"Baby, you're so beautiful!" He murmured then pressed another kiss on your pubic bone.

You sighed then softly giggled, "thank you, daddy!"

And he never thought he would like being called that apart from hearing your pretty noises right in his ears.

You kneeled on the bed in front of him, kissing him with your hair draped on one side of your shoulders.

Han's hand went down to your wet heat, so inviting to the touch, and made his cock throbs at once.

You turned on the bed with your back against his chest, you took his other hand, running it all over your body.

You sucked on his fingers and with those wet fingers, you made him play with your erect nipples all the while he was fingering you.

"So good, daddy," you moaned into his mouth.

Your hand groped around his body to find his swollen cock, your trailed his girth coiled with veins. You almost laughed at how aroused he was, you gently stroked his cock and hastily kissed him on the mouth.

"You're so big, daddy," you told him in a whiny yet sultry voice.

He let out a snicker and it shocked him that it was coming from him, "you think you can take daddy's cock?"

You put your hand on his and led it to knead on your breast together, "try me, daddy!"

The words provoked him on a whole new level.

You slightly bent down for him as he teased your entrance and you softly moaned in response.

Han fantasized about this moment countless times and each time it aroused him the same, if not his hand ended up inside his pants with his cum all over it.

But this.

This was beyond what his brain could comprehend. His imagination would never be able to describe how it feels to penetrate you, the way your velvety walls welcomed him and let his cock stretch your tight hole, snug and warm.

He groaned and whimpered at the same time, basked in unadulterated pleasure he couldn't get anywhere else.

His eyes lingered on his cock that kept pushing inside and he started to think if he would ever hit the extremity.

He gripped your waist in reflex and teeth bit his lower lip, "baby, oh..." he got so overwhelmed he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Keep going, daddy," you breathlessly said, encouraging him with your sweet voice, "I can take it."

But it was him who couldn't take it.

Having his need fulfilled was one thing but having that need beyond his expectations was a whole other thing.

He let out a raw groan the second he bottomed out at the same time you sighed so beautifully, almost melodic.

You moved backward, sending him deeper inside you.

"Oh fuck!" He spilled, he was almost lost at that very moment.

Your hand went to grab his chin and turned his head at you, "I can feel your big cock inside me, daddy," you said with little giggles.

Again, he didn't know how you were able to make him feel a lot of things at once.

You were so cute, so attractive, so sexy, and stunning. You endlessly fascinated him.

"You take daddy's cock so well," he praised back with an assertive voice and put his hand around your neck, tipped your head upward to meet your gaze.

He gave you an upside-down kiss as he rolled his hips to adjust himself not the other way around.

You hummed in delight, syncing your movements by softly grinding on him.

"You feel so good, baby," he whispered into your ear.

"Yeah, daddy?"

He hastily kissed your mouth again, "so good to daddy!"

He didn't know how he could act upon the title so well and liked something that he never tried before. He felt like he discovered something that pleased him in a new way.

He put a hand around your waist and the other around your neck, he began thrusting into you at a steady pace.

"Oh, daddy!" You moaned.

Your throat vibrated as you suppressed your moans, the shape your body took as he rammed from behind you was so beautiful he wished he could take a picture of it with his camera.

Han dared himself to explore more, stifled a hard thrust into you, and earned a loud moan from you.

"You like that, baby?" He asked through his gritted teeth.

You nodded, gasping for air before providing him a verbal answer, "I like that so much, daddy!"

He slightly pushed you down just enough to make you bend lower, and took a handful of your hair in his hand.

He picked up his pace and thrust into you harder, deeper, and reverberating through your body, sending you closer to your high.

"Harder, daddy!" You sweetly asked him.

He slowed down and folded your hands behind your back, pinned them on your back with one hand.

"I'm giving it to you cause you're such a good girl!" He responded, picked up the pace once more and harder just like you asked him to.

You constantly moaned with your mouth open that you drooled over the bed, breasts bounced with every motion of his hips ramming into you.

"Fuck," you cried.

Han abruptly stopped thrusting and pulled you close by your hair, roughly kissing your mouth he took your breath away.

Seeking friction, you started moving against him and being the one moving in and out of him.

"You want to ride daddy's cock, huh?"

"Uh huh," you were incapable to form a coherent answer.

Han gave you time to ride him but he got impatient and gripped your waist, thrusting into you again at a quick pace.

You clawed his thighs with nails dug into the flesh, "so close, daddy,"

But he once again halted his movement and took you onto his lap, putting his hand on your cunt to play with your bundle of nerves.

"Daddy," you whined, gripping his wrist to stop him but it was a fruitless effort, he kept circling and applying gentle pressures on your clit.

"Daddy wants to make you feel good," he cooed at you.

You let go of his hand and pulled at his head instead, sloppily kissing him on the mouth.

Without warning, he pushed you down the bed, pressing your head on the pillow with a hand on the nape of your neck.

You yelped in surprise, while continuously moaning and crying in pleasure, but the sound was muffled by the pillow.

With his hands on each side of your hips, he positioned your ass and jutted it up higher in the air.

Seeing you all bent down for him, it amazed him how he could be so dominant, maybe he have been one but never figured it out until then.

He put all of your hair to the side and tenderly kissed your neck, shoulder, your back, and anywhere where he could land his lips.

"You can take a little more, right baby?" He asked.

"Mmh... yeah daddy," you answered with your eyes closed and panting.

He put his hand back on the nape of your neck and continued his effort to prolong the pleasure until you both snapped.

Your body shook with him still buried to the hilt inside you, clenched and on the brink of orgasm as well.

One, two, three more thrusts, he stilled.

He felt like levitating in unspoiled feelings of happiness and peace, like the hurt in the world didn't exist in the world in that duration, it was pure bliss in an infinite amount.

His eyes fluttered shut, his hips kept moving to ride out his high at a slow, sloppy pace to eventually collapsed on top of you.

After gaining a little control, he woke up to not weighed you down and carefully pulled out of you. Drops of cum still dripping from his slit, he cum a lot and he could see that he filled you full to the brim.

He rubbed the back of your thighs as he admired the lewd sight right before his eyes. He didn't even dare to dream of such sight but who is he to refuse such a heavenly gift?

"Baby," he called while dragging his lips across your shoulder blade.

"Yeah?" You slurred.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

You slowly turned on the bed to lay face up the bed, "that was the best I ever had!"

He didn't want to get cocky but he couldn't help himself from smiling.

You kissed him then held his face in your hands, "thank you for following suit," you said.

Unable to respond to that indirect praise, he returned it with a kiss.

You proceeded to make out on the bed and Han fought his drowsiness because he wanted to use this chance to the fullest, who knows it might be his first and last time to do so.

You pulled away to get on top of him and straddled him with your legs on each side of him.

"Wha-"

You shut him up with a kiss, "let me take care of you now," you assured him with your hand on his magnificent pec.

You took him once again and with your still slick with his cum, you easily slid him inside.

"Oh my..." you sighed with eyes closed with a faint smile on your face.

He dragged his fingertips down your thighs and did it repeatedly all the while you moved on top of him.

You purposely clenched around him to make him grunt, "you like that, baby?"

"I like that so much but if you keep doing that, I might cum too soon," he honestly answered with a gentle squeeze on your thigh.

You giggled again and placed both of your hands on his chest.

Han was intoxicated by your slow thrusting and soft grinding, your occasional little giggles and light touches.

In contrast to the sex that you both had before but it offered him the same amount of pleasure with a little more intimacy.

When he cum inside you again, he soared high up to cloud nine.

The sweat that coated both of your bodies didn't stop him from holding you close, giving you cuddles, and whispering sweet praises to you.

He could say it was the best part.

He watched as you sleep with his arm as a pillow while he ran his fingers through your hair, lulling you to sleep.

He felt weirdly at peace like everything was right in its place and he wanted to take a long rest afterward.

He closed his eyes despite wanting to watch you sleep a little longer, his eyes droopy and getting heavier. Before his eyes completely shut, he caught a red light from across the bed but he was too fucked out to care.

Han was certain that he had the best sleep of his life.

That was also the reason why he was unaware of you leaving him sometime this morning.

He got disappointed to find you nowhere in the space next to him, it was just a crumpled sheet and an empty pillow.

As he brushed his teeth though, the recollections of last night rushed through his mind. He felt a tingle inside him, funny that it felt like he discovered sex all over again and he would remember you as the one who took his virginity.

Maybe it wasn't always about the first person who did it with you, maybe it was about doing it with the first person that you have a real connection with.

He went to the kitchen to get his first intake of caffeine, he saw the magazine was parted open and someone wrote on your photos.

He pulled it close and saw the writing.

To my one and only fan, you wrote with a black marker and below it, an autograph of you.

He picked it up and observed your writing real close like it would summon you there.

He sighed, he missed you much even though he spent the whole night with you.

Then he remembered about you finding out about the affair.

He took one of his cameras from the shelf and looked through it, you got him searching for you in a panic until you showed up carrying bags of groceries to the kitchen.

You made yourself busy the whole day, cooking in the kitchen and he didn't want to believe that you were doing it for your boyfriend.

From how you decorated the dining table though, he knew he was right.

You set the table nicely, with folded napkins and shiny cutlery with candles in the center. The food you served was made for a feast.

You even put on a nice black silk dress for him, styled your hair into soft waves, and spritzed some perfume on your neck, wrist, and inner thighs.

Could it be that you tried to get to his best side and offer him a chance to start again?

He wanted to be oblivious but his curiosity won him over, he stayed until your boyfriend came back and you welcomed him with a kiss and acted like everything was alright.

He should have known that you didn't mean to break up with him, you were seeking an answer from him, not validation.

He gripped the tripod so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Your boyfriend seemed surprised by the dinner you prepared for him, you went over to the dining table and handed him a wine glass.

He took the wine bottle and poured each glass with wine.

You made a toast to each other and kissed for a long time that your lipstick faded when you let go.

You whispered something to him and he nodded.

Han didn't know why he couldn't look away, he intently watched the scene unfold before him like he knew something grand was about to happen.

You took him to sit on the sofa and you flicked your remote in the direction of the TV, it looked like you were about to show him something.

Han aimed his camera at the TV and focused on it, waiting in anticipation until you pressed play.

He didn't recognize it at first, but then he saw the familiar scene.

Once he knew, he jerked his head away and looked through your window with his naked eyes to take a reality check.

He braved himself to look at it again and his heart beat out of his chest.

He took a step back from his camera and stared straight ahead as the scene came to its grand finale.

That smug, that fake smile, the smell of his perfume that used to mildly arouse you made you sick to the stomach.

"You look so beautiful, my love!" He praised you.

You managed to put on a smile even though his mouth reeked with lies and bitterness.

"I prepare a special dinner for you!" You showed him the dining table full of food you had cooked since the afternoon.

"Special dinner?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

You went over to get the wine glasses and cradled the wine bottle, he voluntarily took the bottle and poured both glasses with an aphrodisiac scent wafting around you.

"I want to show you something," you announced.

He cocked his head to the side, intrigued.

"Did you get that high brand contract?" He guessed.

You shook your head and sipped your wine, "it's better than that," you teased.

You gestured for him to drink his wine to calm his nerves, you never believed in "strike when the iron is hot". You would rather strike when the enemy least expects it.

"You just did another TV ad?" He guessed again as he finished his wine in one long gulp.

You giggled at him and kissed him, making sure you kissed him like you usually do but less affectionate. You gasped when you broke the kiss,

"I'll show you!" You said then led him to the sofa.

He refilled his glass with more wine when you turned on the TV and shot you an intrigued look.

"Better be good!" He told you.

"This will blow your mind!" You said to him with unwavering eyes.

You pressed the play button on the remote and the video started playing with a black screen in the beginning.

Your boyfriend shot you another look with a smile that looked stupid on him, then leaned forward to take a closer look at whatever you were about to show him.

Then there was the low moaning sound and on the screen, two people were fucking each other on the bed.

His smile started to fade when he recognized that one of the two individuals is you.

His hand tried to snatch the remote from you but you were quick to throw it to the wall, broke it in half and the batteries rolled on the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" He screamed at you, his face turned red with jaws clenched so hard that a vein popped on his forehead.

You grabbed his chin and forced him to watch the video again, "it's a video of me getting fucked hard by another guy," you innocently responded.

"What? You think you are the only men who can fuck me hard and I call daddy?" You laughed condescendingly, "you are so fucking wrong!"

You witnessed his eyes turn dark and his hands balled into fists on his thighs, "YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU-"

"YOU FUCKING CHEATER! HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A BITCH WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE WHO SECRETLY TOOK A GIRL TO THIS APARTMENT," you paused to correct yourself, "MY APARTMENT AND FUCK HER ON MY FUCKING BED!" you emphasized your ownership over your things to put him in place.

The video kept playing in the background of Han fucking you with his hand pulling at your hair.

"Harder, daddy!"

"I'm giving it to you cause you're such a good girl!"

Your boyfriend shot up from the sofa and dashed to punch the mirror hung on the wall and made it shatter with some pieces falling onto the floor.

You let him unleash his rage with everything in his grasp while you watched him from across the room with your arms crossed in front of you.

"Don't bother looking for your things. They're downstairs next to the trash bin," you nonchalantly informed him.

Your boyfriend screamed out of anger but you ignored him, you ran out of patience for him. He had been holding you back from so many things and it felt good letting it all go.

When he left with the sound of the door slamming shut ringing in your ears, you poured yourself more wine and watched the rest of the video of Han fucking you down the bed.

You secretly recorded everything with one of his cameras in his bedroom and made a copy of it when he was still sleeping.

Yes, you secretly involved him in revenge sex to get back at your boyfriend.

But you also knew that he had been spying on you and watching you through the windows.

Working with cameras for years made you aware of its presence, and one time, he forgot to turn his lights off, an error he shouldn't have made.

It was tit for tat.

Bon chat, bon rat.

At least after everything, the two of you were back on square one.

When the video ended you got up from the sofa and walked over to the broken mirror.

All these times playing dumb just to save a relationship that didn't worth saving made you hate yourself.

As you stared at the cracked mirror with a few missing pieces, you couldn't really see your reflection on it, but you like how you looked.

There was only one thing left to do.

You headed to the balcony and stared through the window, to one specific spot where you could see his camera aimed at you, and you guessed he was watching you right then.

You sipped your wine and took your lipstick from your purse, you wrote on the glass in a mirrored way.

You stared into his camera through the word you wrote in red lipstick.

Dinner?

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