my ankles are showing

The foxes as a list of shit i pulled in high school

Dan Wilds: Told someone to get their fucking act together back stage when my mic was on and it rang out over a sea of toddlers who were just there to see the wizard of oz (sorry guys)

Andrew Minyard: had an illegal copy made of the keys to the drama room and used them to break in whenever i felt like for all of senior year

Matt Boyd: used said keys to break in the night before the last day of school and filled the drama room with over 700 balloons (all blown up by 3 people and w/o pumps we’re pretty sure we passed out from lack of oxygen at some point)

Kevin Day: one time my friend brought vodka in a water bottle and you better believe i did shots and then went to history class

Neil Josten: Fell off the set of the musical i was in, badly sprained my ankle, told everyone i was fine and went on to finish the show in high heels (i was, in fact, not fine)

Nicky Hemmick: Went to the first GSA meeting of the year, told everyone i was gay and did not return for any subsequent meetings

Aaron Minyard: once kicked someone in the shins because they wouldn’t stop making fun of me for being short (they went on for like an hour in my defence)

Renee Walker: Someone told me i was intimidating and i said “good” and then “but why i’m literally the nicest person ever”

Allison Reynolds: someone bet me i wouldn’t tell my theatre teacher to shut the fuck up and guess who was $20 richer? that’s right i was

Seth Gordon: my friend convinced one of my classes that i was dead when i was out for three weeks after an appendectomy and when i came back a girl screamed

Wymack: once drove my car to school, turned into the parking lot, drove around the outside of the parking lot and went home because i was not fucking feeling it

School Days

It was never easy telling someone their ‘perfect little angel’ was a bit of a monster. Especially when said ‘angel’ was likely this way due to improper parenting.

I knew this would be the case the moment I brought up Rachel’s behavioral issues to her mother, Eliza Jane.

Eliza was the daughter of a wealthy recluse, their family had been involved in medical business for apparently the last century. They owned several hospitals and even helped design some of the newest state of the art equipment. Things that could create the absolute smallest incisions with no scarring.

But with wealth can come pride. Entitlement.

“This isn’t a laughing matter, ma’am. We need to talk about your daughter’s behavior towards others.”

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teamfreefuckery-deactivated2017  asked:

contributing to your scar kink: peggy has a scar on her thigh from the first time she snuck out with her sister, she got caught in one of the bushes. she shows the scar to to laff and laff's reaction is a: "were you ok? did it hurt?" just genuine concern and b: "PEGGY'S THIGH IS BEING SEEN BY MY EYEBALLS" btw weren't they in an era where showing your ankle is considered scandalous?

Oooooooo i love this!! Leggy makes me weak!!!

  • Scary godmother: I love your dress Ruby!
  • Ruby: 'dis old thing? I was practically buried in it.
  • Count Maxwell: HM. New fangled fashions! I remember when the queen used to look like a queen! *hisses*
  • Skully: Me too
  • Ruby: Oh Max, It's just a modern little fashion.
  • Maxwell: Too modern and too little for my tastes.You can practically see her ankles! *shelds eyes*
  • Scary godmother: Don't freak out Max, After all. You can see my ankles! *lifts leg*
  • Skully: *pulls off leg and shows it* mine too~
  • Scary godmother: I think she looks nice!
  • Maxwell: Ohhh. Ravishing, yes! Beautiful, of course!. BUT HER ANKLES. REALLY?! ONE CENTURY IT IS CORSETS AND BUCKELS NEXT THING YOU KNOW-
  • Maxwell: *snaps fingers* EXACTLY

This is how I went to school today (October 12th). I also had a leather jacket. When I walked inside my high school, I got yelled at.
My ankles were showing.

And it wasn’t just me. I saw at least 5 girls being sent home because their jeans were “too short” and their ankles were visible.

I never saw this happen at my school. For some reason, ankles are now considered vulgar and have to be hidden, especially if you’re a girl.

I was luckier than a few of my friends, since they actually decided that I could attend history class without having to hide my shameful and disgusting ankles.

By the end of first period, at least 10 girls had been sent home.

This has to change. You cannot force students to hide their ankles (ANKLES!!!!) when they go to school, a place dedicated to their education.

Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls. PART 5. [BTS x Reader fic]

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

**DISCLAIMER: Since this is the second saga of MASQUERADE, there will be SPOILERS! So if you haven’t already, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you read Masquerade first before this for context and for better understanding, plus you won’t spoil the ending of that story for yourself. ;) **

Link to previous story here: MASQUERADE

Summary: Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them…

       But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets.    

Link to Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Fluff & Smut

Originally posted by bwibelle

Originally posted by jeonsshi

         You stepped out of the shower when you heard the ringing of your doorbell. You hadn’t expected anyone to come. Hurriedly, you wrapped a towel around yourself and padded outside to witness Jimin throwing up, wincing at the gross scene.

           Tae carefully guided him around the puke, ushering a limp Jimin into the house.

           "Good Lord, Jimin.“

           You gasped as you grabbed hold of him while Tae went to grab something to clean up the mess. Jimin stared down at your cleavage and groaned, realizing you were simply just in a towel. You were torturing him.

           He whined and leaned into you as you dragged him to your couch. He lay down of his own accord, hugging his favorite pillow tightly. You sniffed him.

           "How much did you drink? Wow.” You wafted the air playfully.

           He cried, kicking his feet cutely. “My head hurts and my stomach. Wahhh!”

           You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Let me go get you stuff.”

           Kicking your garbage can next to his head, you waltzed to your kitchen humming happily. You were used to taking care of Jimin, considering at least one of you was plastered every time you came home from a party in college. That is, if all three of you came home together at all. Contrary to his usual suave and friendly demeanor or even his flirtatiously seductive one, Jimin was an absolute child whenever he wasn’t feeling in tip-top shape.

           Jimin glared at Tae who was kindly cleaning up the mess he had made on your doorstep. The two of you seemed so domestic already, he wanted to insert his head into your trash can and barf all over again.

           His expression immediately contorted back into one of pain when you appeared beside him with water and medicine.

           "Y/N.“ he whined.

           "Yeah, yeah. I’m right here. Stop calling for me.” You exhaled. “Up.”

           He pushed himself up and opened his mouth. You popped the pill in and shoved the glass into his hand.

           "Why’re you here?“ You hissed as you checked that Tae wasn’t within earshot. "You are killing the mood!”

           "Why is HE here?“ Jimin eyed you.

           "He turned out to be V.” You whispered timidly. “We had sex last night…twice.”

           Jimin  began choking on his water violently. You patted his back.

           "Easy there.“ You chuckled.

           "You what?” he stated lowly. “What about the Maroon mask guy? Was he there?”

           "Yeah.“ Your eyes looked around. "I’ll tell you about it another time. Are you really not feeling well?”

           Jimin frowned and held the end of her towel cutely.

           "Fine.“ You believed him. "You stay here. You know where everything is. Walk around with the trash can if you get up from the couch.”

           "Wh-what…?“ He blinked.

           "Tae, you wanna go out somewhere to get ourselves hungry for dinner?” You called out.

           "Yea, sounds good.“ Tae giggled. "I just need some clothes to change into.”

           You glanced down at Jimin, and he shook his head threateningly. Ignoring his gesture, you stood up.

           "Yeah, Jimin left some here just in case he comes back here plastered. He and our close friend Hoseok used to crash here since my house is the closest to the Club. It should still be here from back then.“ Your eyes widened sternly towards Jimin so he wouldn’t refute your statement. Then you gestured for Tae to follow you. "I don’t know if it’ll fit you since you’re taller than him.”

           Jimin’s eye twitched angrily at the comparison.

           "I’m sure I can rock showing my ankles. I don’t mind.“ Tae giggled and your room door shut.

           Jimin scrambled off the couch and tiptoed to your room, pressing his ear against the door.

           "They’re just sweats, but try them on.”

           "Okay.“ Tae beamed and slipped out of his pants as you blushed, averting them respectfully as he changed nonchalantly. You sat on the bed holding your towel together.

           "Good?” he smiled.

           Although, it was oddly baggy but short in length, the style worked on him. You nodded in approval.

           "Lemme go shower first.“ Tae chuckled as he threw the clothes off until he was just left in his boxers. "Sorry, I have a dislike for clothes, especially shoes and socks.”

           You smiled timidly. “I don’t mind.”

           He giggled and came over to kiss you. You leaned back, letting him crawl on top of you as you mirrored the movement of his lips. Jimin coughed and gagged loudly outside, causing them both to jump, finally remembering they weren’t alone. Tae laughed and pecked you chastely before walking out of your room. Jimin hid until the bathroom door shut and the shower was on, and then he marched to your room.

           You raised your eyebrows as he lay on your bed in fetal position.

           "What’re you doing?“

           "If you’re leaving me here, I get your bed.”

           You rolled your eyes.

           "Is my little baby Chim Chims sulky because I can’t take care of him ~“ You cooed, going to pinch his cheeks but he swatted your hand away.

           "Btdubs, we had sex here and the couch.” You smirked.

           "Noooo!“ Jimin groaned and he hurriedly threw your sheets off your bed. "I’m going to do your laundry and wipe down your couch. COME ON! I SLEEP THERE!”

           "You have your OWN house Jimin. But you’re totally welcome to do my laundry when I’m gone.“ You snorted and stuck your tongue out. "Probably the only time you’d get to touch my lingerie anyway.”

           Jimin scoffed as he pulled off your beddings, shoving you off your own bed. “Sperm. Sperm everywhere!”

           "Oh jeez Jimin. Like you don’t have your own sperm.“

           "Yeah it’s mine! I don’t like sleeping in someone else’s!” he retorted.

           "Are we really having this conversation right now?“ You looked at him amused. "What’s really happening Jimin? You don’t like drinking alone.”

           "How do you know I was drinking alone?“ he moped, sitting in your now bare bed.

           "Well, for one, if Hoseok was with you, he would never have let you come over here wasted. And I was also preoccupied as you see, so your two drinking buddies were not available last night. You left a gazillion messages on my phone which meant you weren’t with a girl. So you were drinking your sad ass away.”

           "I wasn’t SAD.“

           You put a hand on his shoulder sympathetically. "Are you upset that I’m getting some action for free?”

           He lunged at you so that he was on all fours looking down at you. You crossed your arms over your towel, unfazed.

           "Are you frustrated over that girl that fucked you good last weekend?“

           He stared at you, debating on how to answer that and you immediately knew you hit the nail on the head.

           "Oh my gosh.” You grinned at his hesitancy. “You can’t forget about her!”

           You laughed out loud. “Oh my gosh. Park Jimin can’t get a girl out of his head. Oh wait – did you sleep with her?”

           "Well no…not exactly…“ he trailed off.

           "She REFUSED to have THE PARK JIMIN ram inside of her? Oh WOW.” You cracked up, smacking his chest happily. “You have found your challenge, sir!”

           He grumbled as he rolled off of you. “Get changed. Unless you’re planning to flash the entire neighborhood.”

           "Well I’m waiting for someone who’s supposed to be hungover to get out of my room.“ You slapped his arm. "I need to dress up decently for this date.”

           "Your date is wearing MY sweatpants. I wouldn’t dress up too much.“ he retaliated.

           "Well I don’t think a towel will be good either.” You argued.

           Jimin smirked and tugged at the end that was squeezed between your breasts to hold it up. You gasped, hugging the towel against yourself, and gave him a strong punch to the arm.

           "Out. Park Jimin. Be glad I’m not kicking you out after hacking on my door mat and ruining a perfectly good chance at afternoon sex.“ You retorted.

           "Well you still can. I’ll watch.” he teased.

           "Out. Now. Go clean the couch if you want.“

           "I’m going on your bed.” He grabbed your beddings defiantly, and scurried out the room.

           You rolled your eyes and locked your door, just in case he had any ideas.

           "Don’t stay too long.“You glared at Jimin. "You had things to do today right?”

           Jimin smirked. “What things?”

           "You know those things you were telling me about that you needed to GO HOME for?“ You gritted your teeth, sending threatening vibes to Jimin.

           Should the night end well with Tae, you didn’t want to be cockblocked in your own apartment. Nor did you want him to think anything weird about yours and Jimin’s relationship.

           "Have fun bro.” Jimin waved.

           "Thanks.“ Tae grinned, waving amiably in return.

           You gave one last pleading look towards Jimin, in which he simply blew you a kiss playfully. You rolled your eyes and shut the door.

           Jimin huffed and whipped out his phone. He had received a billion calls from Hoseok that he had completely ignored and now, his best friend was calling once again.

           "Yo.” he greeted coolly.


           Jimin sighed, figuring that you naturally told Silver, who told Hoseok, who quick-wittedly put two and two together.


           "That doesn’t mean you sleep with her too!“ Hoseok hissed. ” And YOU’RE the sketchy one! What the fuck are you thinking? This could ruin your entire friendship, Jimin.“

           "Well I’m assuming you haven’t told your girlfriend since I’m at her house and she’s still clueless. So as long as we both keep quiet, she won’t find out so don’t worry.”

           "What are you doing in her house?? Leave her alone! Why did you even do that in the first place?? And I didn’t tell my girlfriend because I DON’T WANT OUR FRIENDSHIP TO BE RUINED BECAUSE OF YOUR DICK!“ Hoseok yelled, causing Jimin to pull his phone away from his ear.

           "It’ll be fine, Hoseok. Trust me. This guy looks like he’s going to hurt her. He’s like too perfect. Nobody can be that perfect. So I need to stop that before something happens. And that’s why I’m here.”

           "Why on Earth would you do that? Neither of us have ever done that. Jimin, you need to let her LEARN on her own. She’s a big girl. If she gets hurt, then we’ll be there like we always have. Please, please, PLEASE stop this Maroon mask thing for my sanity.“

           "But you don’t see how into this guy she is. She’s buying the lie of this dating app and believing they’re the perfect match.”

           "And what if they are, Jimin? What if they’re not? Who are you to get involved? And none of this explains why you fucking slept with her!“

           Hoseok paused.

           "Don’t tell me…do you have feelings for Y/N?”

           Jimin cracked up. “What? Me? Oh please Hoseok, ask something plausible. It was all in good fun.”

           Hoseok sighed. “Well if you don’t want a relationship with her then stay the fuck out of her love life Jimin. It’s already messed up enough without you jumping in there.”

           Jimin hummed, no longer paying attention to his nagging friend.

           "And for goodness sake, get the hell out of her house.“

           "You two are close, huh?” Tae giggled.

           "Our friend Hoseok has a girlfriend now so Jimin’s still trying to cope with the loss of the trio.“ You explained shyly. "It was always us three getting into shenanigans since college.”

           Tae grabbed your hand and smiled. “You’re so sweet.”

           You grinned, glad he didn’t take it weirdly. “I’ll try to have you meet Hoseok soon. He used to work at the Club too.”

           "Oh, why doesn’t he now?“

           "Well we have rules in the Club.” You stated. “None of the hosts can be in a steady relationship. So when they find someone they’re really serious about, we call it ‘graduating’ out of the Club.”

           "Wow, that’s such an interesting concept.“ Tae blinked. "I think the whole place is pretty intriguing.”

           "I think so too. I’ll introduce you to the guys next time you swing by.“

           "I’d like that.” he giggled as he led you somewhere. “So I was actually going to take you here later on as well you, not Coffeegirl.”

           You blinked, urging him to go on.

           "I wanted to do something holiday-ie and I found that they decorated this park like a Christmas village. I wanted to see it with you.“ he blushed. "I had a bunch of things I prepared, but obviously, this was so unexpected…”

           You laughed.

           He took his scarf off and wrapped it around your neck, sweetly kissing you on the nose.

           "But I guess I’ll have to improvise.“

           He pulled your hand into his pocket and continued your stroll. Your grin widened, feeling immense butterflies at his romantic actions.

           "We’ll walk around and then grab hot chocolate with marshmallows!” he giggled.

           "I love those!“ You beamed, excitedly hitting his arms as he laughed.

           You leaned your cheek onto his shoulder as you walked through the Christmas village. His eyes twinkled enthusiastically as he watched children running around, playing with the fake snow. You were so busy admiring the intricate designs with the lights and the realistic igloos that you didn’t realize Tae gathering snow.

           "Y/N.” he called out.

           You turned your head and he threw a snowball at your face, giggling. You gasped and laughed in disbelief.


           You bent down to collect snow too and he skipped away, hiding behind the nearby children, and telling them to protect him.

           "She’s an evil monster! We must defeat her!” he cried out.

           The children innocently played along with Tae’s story, so you were pelted and tackled by the adorable kids until they were stacked on top of you, cracking up with glee. Tae snickered as he helped you up, after thanking the kids for their brave fight. You felt yourself melt at how he lifted one of kids up easily and made funny faces to incite fits of laughter from her. He caught you staring and after whispering something to the young girl, handed her over to you.

           "You’re really pretty.“ the girl blushed as you held her warmly.

           "Why thank you.” You smiled then whispered. “Did he tell you to say that?”

           "Yes.“ she laughed.

           "Yah.” Tae whined. “It was supposed to be our secret!”

           The girl squealed and wrapped her arms around your neck as Tae crept over to you two.

           "Run, run, run!“ the girl giggled and you scurried around playfully avoiding Tae.

           In no time, the girl’s mom came to take her, apologizing for the inconvenience.

           "Bye bye~” Tae waved and gave the girl a high-five then he pointed to you, giving the girl a wink.

           She grinned and beckoned you to come down to her level. Curiously, you did so. The girl leaned over and kissed you on the cheek. If you had the ability, you probably would’ve turned into goo at that moment.

           "He told me he’s been wanting to do that to you.“ she giggled.

           The mom scooped her daughter up and you blushed.

           "Kids.” Tae shook his head lightheartedly. “Too honest.”

           You chuckled as you intertwined your fingers into his. “I’ll pass it on then.”


           You pressed your lips onto his cheek, tiptoeing to reach him. Then you hurriedly looked down at the ground. Tae’s grin widened and he skipped to the next section of the village, giddily.

           "Thanks…for everything.” You blushed as Tae walked you out of the Lounge. But this time, your hands were interlocked with his. Everyone was envious of yours and Tae’s new public displays of affection. It was hard to hide how smitten you two were and frankly, neither of you wanted to.

           "I had fun.“ he chuckled. "I’ll see you tomorrow?”

           You nodded, a bit disappointed. But he leaned down and kissed you. You grabbed his shirt to pull him closer. He broke the kiss, smiling goofily, and waved before scurrying to his apartment.


           Dating didn’t guarantee you would have sex every day. It was about more than that. You shook your head, trying to shake off the feeling of disappointment that he didn’t invite you over or ask to stay the night again.

           This was going to be different than your other experiences, because Tae was different than all of the other guys.

           This was good.

           You slipped into your house and you were thoroughly impressed to find that it was spotless.

           "Must’ve been bored.“ You snorted, throwing your coat and keys onto the couch freely.

           Then you spotted a light emerging from your room so you padded over there. You chuckled as you found Jimin curled up inside your freshly washed sheets. Your laundry was neatly folded beside him and some late-night game show was playing on your television. Carefully, you removed your laundry and put them away in their appropriate places. Then you sat beside his peaceful figure, smiling at how innocent he looked for once.

           "Nobody would think you were the spawn of Satan and the enemy of women.” you chuckled as you pulled your blanket up to cover him fully.

           You caressed his shoulder, lulling him to deeper sleep. As you were leaning over to turn off your lamp, you felt his fingers curl around your wrist.

           "You’re home?“ he groggily stated.


           "What about Tae?“ he yawned as he rubbed his eyes.

           "He went home.” you chuckled.

           "Aww I’m sorry.“ he frowned. "It doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to.”

           You laughed, knowing Jimin understood your struggle.

           "I know. This is just different. But do-able.“

           Jimin sat up. "How was it?”

           "Wonderful.“ You smiled fondly.

           "I’m glad.” he patted your hand. “Sorry about my freak out this morning and for intruding.”

           "It’s all good. You were just worried about me.“ You squeezed his cheek. "It was cute.”

           Jimin scoffed.

           "Well rest up.“ You urged. "You’ve had a rough day so get some good sleep. I know you have a special relationship with my mattress.”

           "It’s the best.“ Jimin exhaled as he sunk back into your pillows.

           You shook your head and stood up to grab your pajamas.

           "Just sleep here too.” he offered.

           You glanced at him before you stepped out of the room.

           "I’ll be on the couch.“

           Jimin exhaled as you lightly shut the door.

           "Where are we going Tae?” You giggled as he held your hand and gripped the steering wheel with the other.

           "I told you…“ Tae’s lips curled up as he turned into a new street. ”…it’s a surprise.“

           "I’m curious though.” You pouted and he laughed.

           At a red light, he leaned over and kissed you. You immediately deepened the kiss, but he returned to driving.

           "Okay, you’ve convinced me to tell you.“ he laughed. "We’re going to my workplace.”

           "The animal hospital??“ You gasped. "Oh no!”

           "What?“ he sounded concerned.

           "I should’ve dressed up more.” You teased. “What if they don’t like me? I should’ve brought some treats!”

           He giggled and kissed your hand.

           "They’re going to love you.“

           You smiled.

           Timidly, you walked beside Tae as people bowed to him happily.

           "This is Y/N.” he introduced you to his workers and some of the pet owners he knew well. “I wanted to show her my favorite patients.”

           He winked at you and you giggled as he knelt down and patted a dog that was lying down patiently in the waiting room. The dog perked up, recognizing him.

           "Hand.“ Tae held his hand out and the dog positioned his paw onto his palm obediently. "Good boy. I want to introduce you to my friend.”

           You knelt down, waiting for Tae to instruct you.

           "Here.“ he placed a treat in your hand. "You have to make a food offering first.”

           You giggled and placed your hand near the dog, waiting for it to take the treat. The dog cautiously sniffed your palm and licked the treat out of it.

           "Now you can pet him.“

           You grinned and scratched the dog gently, causing him to move over and lay his head on your lap, enjoying your action.

           "Wow, you’re a natural.” Tae laughed. “He hated me at first.”

           He whispered to the owner. “He knows a pretty girl when he sees one.”

           You cracked up. “Oh Tae.”

           "Come. I’ll show you the rabbits.“

           You perked up. "Rabbits?”

           Tae gave the dog one last treat to free you and took you to the back.

           "If we need to keep a close eye on the pets, they stay here for a couple of days. Of course, families can visit or stay with them.“ Tae led you to a room that was playing soft, classical music. "The music soothes my patients so I like playing it.”

           "Oh my goodness.“ You cooed as he led you to a pen of rabbits.

           Tae grinned as he watched you play with them endearingly.

           Later on, he took you to the hospital cafeteria, where you felt that all eyes were on you. Just like he was at Burlesque, he was probably the object of affection for a lot of his co-workers here. You giggled, reminded of Jimin and his office workers.

           "What’s funny?” he found a table for you two.

           "You must’ve gotten a lot of confessions while working here.“

           "Mostly anonymous though.” Tae laughed. “How’d you know?”

           "I sense these things.“ You flirted playfully. "Am I the first girl you brought here?”

           "Yeah.“ Tae smiled and you blushed, not expecting the answer.


           "Yeah.“ he giggled. "My workplace is important to me so I don’t bring people here casually.”

           You smiled gratefully, feeling extremely special and honored.

           "Let’s eat. Food’s great here.“ he giggled.

           You nodded and did so.

           "What made you want to be a vet, specializing in animal surgery?”

           He hummed as he chewed.

           "I lived on a farm in Daegu so I grew up raising animals. I found myself always wanting to keep them healthy and figuring out ways to help them if they got sick, and well it went from there. I commuted from home while I was working in a different branch of the hospital over there, but I really wanted to move to the city. I told you about my friends who own businesses right?“

           "Yeah, how you became a bartender?”

           "One actually paid for the down payment of my apartment while the other hooked up me with his new enterprise– the Lounge. So I’ve been saving up to pay them back and saving up to open my own hospital.“

           "Wow. You have fantastic friends.” You gawked. “I don’t know if I’d lend Hoseok and Jimin money…well probably, if I had it.” You contemplated. “They should be doing that for me! I’ve been jipped!”

           Taehyung laughed. “If they ever come to visit me, I’ll be sure to introduce you.”

           "I’d like that.“ you grinned. "I have to thank them for bringing you here.”

           You then cringed at your cheesiness.

           "Cute.“ Taehyung grinned as he continued chewing.

           A week later, you finally set up a double date with Hoseok and Silver.

           "You wanna come?” You asked Jimin after work, since the Lounge was closed for the day. “I feel like I haven’t seen you around.”

           "Sure, why not.“ he shrugged. "I don’t wanna miss out on the fun.”

           You smiled and stepped out of the Club, where you both found Tae waiting for you.

           "Chims!“ he greeted as he wrapped his arm around your waist. "Good for you to join us!”

           "Thanks.“ Jimin stated flatly.

           "How was work, sweetie?” Tae looked down at you fondly.

           "Good.“ You giggled as you two walked ahead.

           Jimin snarled and rolled his eyes as he was forced to watch you two act lovey-dovey.

           "Silver! Hoseok!” You beamed as they waved you down.

           Silver squealed and scurried to you, excited to finally meet your perfect match.

           "Oh my goodness. You must be V or Tae.“ she grabbed his hand and shook it frantically. "I’m so happy to finally meet you!”

           Jimin rolled his eyes as Hoseok shrugged apologetically.

           "I’m sorry. She’s just heard a lot of good things about you from Y/N.“ Hoseok appeased and they shook hands.

           You elbowed Silver and mouthed for her to calm down.

           "It’s great to finally meet you! I’ve heard great things about you from Y/N too! She said you really kept her sane throughout college.”

           "I really tried. Really.“ Hoseok snickered and you glared at him. He coughed and gestured to the table they had reserved. "Let’s sit?”

           Naturally, the couples sat in one side of the booth with each other and Jimin slid beside you, ignoring Hoseok’s dangerous gaze. Jimin noticed that there weren’t enough utensils and began cleaning the ones in front of him then sliding it over to you. You nudged him and Hoseok shook his head.

           "Oh no. There aren’t enough utensils!“ You moved the utensils back to Jimin sneakily.

           "Oh here. Have mine.” Tae raised his arm. “Can we get one more set of utensils here?”

           Jimin huffed.

           When the meals came out, Jimin unconsciously started moving the green peppers in his to your plate. It wasn’t until Hoseok kicked him lightly that he looked up to find everyone staring at him.


           He caught your threatening glare and he chuckled.

           "She just has an odd love for green peppers and I don’t care for them, so we like to give them to her. Right guys?” he glanced at Hoseok and Silver, who smiled weakly.

           "Oh.“ Tae laughed. "Then you can have some of mine too!”

           "Oh no. It should totally be fine. I’m not THAT obsessed. He just doesn’t like them so they automatically go to me.“ You nervously explained and glared at Jimin when Tae returned to his food.

           Jimin shrugged, amused, but remained silent the rest of the night, simply listening to you four exchange places you’ve gone to for dates. At the end, you all said your goodbyes. You and Jimin glanced at each other when Tae disappeared back to his apartment close by, and Hoseok had picked up Silver in his car since they parked far.

           "That was fun.” he stated sarcastically.

           "Sorry.“ You chuckled. "You felt a bit left out, huh?”

           He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Want me to drive you home? I actually brought my car today.”

           "Is it the nice one?“ you grinned.

           "Come on.” he chuckled, throwing his arm around you.

           "Is it?“ You nudged him as you both walked to the Club parking lot.

           And for weeks on end, there wasn’t a moment without Taehyung. He was in the Club randomly, and he walked you home or stayed over. The only time Jimin had with you was between clients– which was roughly 5 minutes if he hurried the deed.

           Even then, the banter wasn’t completely the same. You were preoccupied with your phone, smiling like an idiot. Your stories were all about what Taehyung did or said, where he took you. So he visited you less frequently, because frankly, he didn’t care for those details.

           Instead, he took on more clients and spent every night hopping clubs around Masquerade Boulevard. He’d sleep with whoever he could get his hands on, sometimes sleeping with two to three girls separately in one night.

           But almost every time, he would leave the girls and slip into your apartment since it was close by.

           "Holy crap.” You flinched when your front door opened as you were heading to the shower. “Jimin!”

           "Oh sorry. I didn’t think you’d be up.“ he chuckled. "It’s a weekend. Why’re you awake so early?”

           "I have work at the cafe. What’re you doing here?“

           "Just wanted to crash.” He stretched and you studied him.

           You smirked. “You got laid again, huh?”

           "Of course.“ he chuckled as he sat on your couch lazily. "When do I not?”

           You rolled your eyes. “And you left her again.”

           "I never said I was going to see them again.“ he yawned. "Why do girls assume things like that when guys sleep with them?”

           You exhaled.

           "Probably cause it’s a big deal to open up our legs and risk getting pregnant?“ You retorted, sitting at the arm of your couch to stare at him challengingly.

           "But you don’t have that issue.” he looked at you questioningly.

           "That’s because I can make it fun without them being inside me.“ You winked playfully and he chuckled, kicking you lightly.

           "You’re such an ass.”

           "Who’s the bigger ass out of us two, huh?“ You slapped his leg.

           "Well I think we have an equal amount of ass.” Jimin turned so that his butt was up. “What do you think?”

           You smacked his butt loudly. “Well if your ass wants to come with me to the cafe to grab breakfast, then you better be ready when I get out of the shower.”

           "Yes, mom ~“ he lounged on your couch, exhausted.

           After a few minutes, you walked into your room to find a half naked Jimin in the middle of it. You squinted your eyes at him and he finally took notice of you.

           "I swear I’m not seducing you.” he laughed then stepped closer. “Unless it’s working?”

           You rolled your eyes as you pulled up the towel securely around you. “Your clothes are in that drawer. Tae returned them and I rewashed them again cause I know you like my laundry smell.”

           "Thanks.“ he chuckled as he grabbed his change of clothes, walking past you and into the bathroom.

           You exhaled and hurried to change.

           Jimin was typing frantically into his computer. He was wearing his glasses and a furrowed brow as he read through lengthy business proposals.

           "I’ve never seen you actually working.” you chuckled as you placed his coffee order on his table.

           He smiled as he sipped it. “Now you can see why my co-workers fall for me.”

           "It is a kinda hott.“ You whispered into his ear playfully.

           He shivered as you walked away to tend to your other customers. His lips curled up as he eyed you before returning to his paperwork.

           Many cups of coffee later, he stretched and spared a glance over at you behind the counter. You were laughing about something your customer had said and he didn’t miss the way the guy’s hands covered yours when he handed you his card. He chuckled and rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his coffee.

           Typical move.

           "Hi babe.”

           He nearly choked when he heard a familiar voice greet you.

           "Hey!“ You beamed as Tae appeared in front of you.

           "I’ll take a hot chocolate.” he grinned.

           Jimin scoffed, judging his taste.

           "Sure thing. Jimin is over there doing some work, if you wanna go wait with him. I’ll bring your drink over to you.“

           Tae turned and waved enthusiastically towards Jimin’s direction. Jimin smiled weakly and raised his hand to acknowledge him.

           "Sounds good. I’ll keep him company.” he giggled and scurried over.

           Jimin was continuously chanting in his mind, don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t fucking come over, oh damnit.

           “You didn’t have to come over!” he greeted Tae, a little too enthusiastically.

           "It’s okay. She said to keep you company.“ Tae giggled.

           "Did she?” Jimin nodded, trying his best to smile. “What’re you doing here?”

           "I work at the animal hospital nearby.“

           "Oh?” Jimin nodded. “My co-worker’s cousin apparently works there too.”

           "Oh who?“ Tae tilted his head.

           "Here is your hot chocolate.” You grinned as you sat down with them. “And I am officially on my break!”

           Jimin smiled and closed his laptop gently. “Well I’m going to head to the office to pick up some things to finish this weekend. Thanks for the coffee, Y/N.”

           "Anytime.“ you grinned and he raised his cup gratefully.

           "See you Tae.”

           "Bye Chim Chims.“

           On his way out, Jimin was stopped by your trainee at the door.

           "Who’s he?” he questioned.

           "I didn’t think we were on 'sharing secret’ terms.“ Jimin smirked.

           "You gonna let him take her like that?” the boy hissed.

           "That is her real boy toy. I’ve been pulling your leg, kiddo.“ Jimin patted his shoulder.

           The boy grumbled under his breath as Jimin turned to leave. "I’d have preferred you better.”

           Jimin froze and walked back to catch up with the boy. “What? Why?”

           "Because I can compete with you, but that guy seems like a legitly good candidate.“ the boy stated nonchalantly.

           Jimin huffed. "I thought we could’ve been friends, but you just crumpled that up. I’m glad I played with you, you fool. Kids aren’t her type so move on.”

           The boy glared at him and Jimin laughed, making his way out of the cafe, catching a glimpse of you and Tae chatting happily with each other as he passed by.

           “Damn you’re so wet.” he whispered as he left open mouth kisses against your skin while digging his fingers inside you.

           "Add another finger.“ you breathed.

           And he stuck two more in there, stretching you out.

           "Fuck.” you writhed as he made his way down to your nipples, licking it tauntingly.

           "How bad do you want my dick inside you?“

           "Not bad enough.” You croaked, trying not to cave into his game.

           "Oh?“ he slipped his fingers out and sucked on it.

           He lined the tip of his cock infront of your hot, soaking entrance and pressed his taut muscles onto of your body.

           "Still don’t want it?”

           "No.“ You breathed although, he was already pressing inside you, and your hips were raising up to meet his.

           "No?” he pulled out. “What about my tongue then?”

           You swallowed.

           "You haven’t seen what I can do just yet.“ he rubbed his body against you as he crawled down. He blew into your core and you cried out of need. "I’m going to have you screaming my name.”

           His tongue licked you torturously slow as you exhaled at the immense pleasure. He stuck three fingers back into you and began ravaging your clit with his tongue simultaneously.

           You gasped and sat up, your core throbbing, and your heart racing. Glancing over worriedly, you found Tae snoring lightly beside you. You groaned as you gently slipped out of bed, naked from your session with Tae just hours before, and made your way to the bathroom. You fanned yourself and splashed water on your face.

           It had been weeks since your last encounter with Maroon mask, yet like a teen in heat, you continually had recurring dreams of having hot sex with him. Even with Tae sleeping beside you, you felt your body burn up and heat pooled down to your lower abdomen whenever you had the dream.

           What was happening?

           Things were so sweet with Tae. You two had a great time hanging out and dating. It was magical and he made you feel precious and wanted. It was everything you dreamed of feeling when you started seriously dating. He was great guy. He looked out for you, never forgot anything you said you liked, and he was incredibly attractive. You made love every so often, but for some reason, you would have hot, realistic dreams about the masked man.

           What was wrong with you? You groaned as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

           This was going to pass.

           It was a bit…hard that Tae seemed to be taking things slowly, but it was just a pace you weren’t used to. Maybe serious relationships started off like this then progressed.

           Right, you guys would grow together.

           Maroon was just a temptation of your old lifestyle. You hadn’t gotten to fully experience him and that left you with some unanswered fantasies seeping into your subconscious.

           It was perfectly normal.

           "Oh. Jimin.“ a high pitched whine emerged as she rocked her hips up. "It feels so good!”

           Jimin grinned as he pulled his face away from his latest conquer.

           "Want to try something for me?“ his eyes twinkled and the girl smiled enthusiastically.


           Jimin pulled out a blindfold from his pocket. “Be a good little girl and put this on.”

           Everyone was crowded in front of that motel room, wondering what the screaming was all about.

           "That was…that was the best sex of my life.“ the woman exhaled, panting heavily.

           Jimin smirked as he pulled the blindfold off her face and chucked out the condom.


           "How was it for you?“ she breathed.

           "Do you want the truth or what you want to hear?”

           The woman turned to him, seductively displaying her body. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

           Jimin traced her figure softly and leaned down to kiss her. “It was perfect.”

           "What’s the truth?“ the girl whispered happily, expecting a romantic line.

           "That it was okay.” Jimin pulled back and her eyes widened.


           Jimin shrugged. "I’ve had better.”

           The girl exhaled incredulously and smacked him with a pillow angrily. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

           "Hey, you asked for the truth!“ Jimin laughed.

           "You’re an asshole! Get out!” she screamed.

           "Was on my way anyway.“ Jimin shrugged, grabbing his pants.

           "No wait.” the woman’s eyes widened fearfully and latched herself onto Jimin. “No wait, I can do better. I promise! Don’t leave.”

           Jimin exhaled. “What’re you going to do for me?”

           The girl smirked as she shimmied in front of his cock and flicked her tongue out. He hummed.

           "Alright. Give it a try. Make me stay.“

           She pinned him against the wall aggressively and began passionately sucking his cock. Jimin put his hands behind his head, wondering how you would take his dick, or how you would do things differently than the stranger in front of him. Would you be good at that too? His body shivered as he ultimately knew you probably would.

           He felt sorry for the woman on her knees in front of him because she was just not getting him aroused. Closing his eyes, he let his imagination run wild to help get to his release faster. Afterwards, she clung onto him as he showered her with fake compliments until she went to sleep. Then as always, he pried himself off and made his escape.

           He stared at the texts he had received from you earlier.

           Y/N: Tae’s sleeping over tonight. You know what that means ;)

           Y/N: So don’t you dare come over.

           He chuckled and started his car to drive back to his house.

           Boy could he not be any more royally fucked up.

           Or so he thought.

           His incessant fantasies of how sex would be with you soon followed himm to the Club and his clients there. He would be in his head, pretending they were you, and then comparing them to how you would be. He was sure he was infatuated with the mystery and novelty of you, but he didn’t have a cure.

           And then he fucked up even more.

           "Y/N.” he moaned as he was grinding into one of his clients. He froze, immediately realizing that he had said that out loud.

           "Oh. My. God.“ you gasped, pulling off your earphones.

           You had been listening in to check in on him and you sat at your desk, stunned.

           Did he just…did you just hear…was that YOUR name??

           Your heart raced and you hurried to shut the monitor frantically to get rid of the evidence.

           As expected, that very client was storming out angrily and you jumped into action.

           "What happened?” you feigned ignorance.

           The woman was in tears. “I’m so embarrassed. He said SOMEONE ELSE’S name. That means he was thinking of someone else while he was IN me. I’ve been his long time client. How could he?”

           "Oh honey I’m sorry.“ You hugged her and gave a look towards Jin, who was eating sweets during his break. "He’s just a bit off today. You have to forgive him. Would you like to use the rest of your time with one of our best gentlemen personas? I’m sure he’ll cheer you up.”

           "Okay.“ she sniffled and Jin swooped in warmly.

           You exhaled, having avoided a crisis.

           "You.” You called out to another host on break. “Man the desk for a sec. I need to see Chims.”

           The host nodded knowingly and you marched to the room you know he had been in.

           But he wasn’t there.

           You hummed then knocked in front of his favorite room.

           "Don’t.“ his muffled voice was heard and you chuckled.

           "Chims, what happened?” You feigned ignorance, praying that it had just been some kind of joke or mistake. Like he was thinking about you because he wanted to eat with you at the diner. Or a funny story about college popped into his mind and he was laughing your name but then it turned into a moan. You shook your head, trying not to delve into it.

           "I said someone else’s name. I fucked up.“ he exhaled.

           You lay a hand on the door.

           "You’re human, Chims. You’ve never made a mistake with a client before, it’s about time.”

           "But that’s ME. I am good at this!“ he whined.

           "And you are FANTASTIC at this. This mistake doesn’t mean you’re sucky in bed. Come on. You know that.”

           He breathed.

           "Are you crying?“

           "Not cause I’m upset. My blue balls is fucking killing me.” he sniffled.

           You chuckled, amused. “I’m coming in.”


           Before he could finish his statement, you stepped into the dark closet and you felt something touch you as you did.

           "Oh shit.” You gasped. “Jimin! Your dick just stabbed me!”

           "I told you! Blue balls.“ he stated shyly as he turned his body away from you.

           "Wait– are you naked?”

           "Do you want me to answer that….“ he sniffled.

           "You’re naked in a dark closet, crying about your blue balls after messing up your time with a client.” You teased. “I can’t wait to tell Hoseok.”

           "Don’t you dare.“ he threatened.

           You laughed, "I won’t. I won’t. What happens at work, stays at work.”

           "Do you think I’ve lost my groove?“ Jimin mumbled.

           "Not from what I’ve seen.” You shrugged. “I’ve been getting great reviews about you recently.”


           "Yeah. You’ve definitely upped the aggressive factor.” You smiled weakly. “Though I was getting concerned about you.”


           "Are you sexually frustrated?” You whispered.

           "What?? I’ve been having plenty of sex!“ he said defensively.

           "I know, I know. But like GOOD sex.” You commented.

           Jimin stayed silent.

           "You know what’ll make you feel better?“ you chuckled. "It’s actually pretty dumb and I haven’t told anyone.”

           "What?“ Jimin murmured.

           You took in a deep breath and shut your eyes. "I’ve been having sex dreams about Maroon mask.”

           There was a dense silence in the closet.

           "Am I totally a terrible person?“ You asked meekly.

           Jimin felt his heart quiver with anticipation at the thought that you were thinking about having sex with him as much as he had with you.

           "It’s been happening almost every day regardless of whether or not Tae had had sex. And don’t get me wrong, the sex is very, very good with Tae. Woo his tongue!” You fanned yourself.

           "Okay, Y/N, Y/N. Focus.“ Jimin snapped his fingers to bring you back. "You’ve been having sex dreams about another man even when one is sleeping next to you.”

           "I can’t help it!“ You groaned. "It’s my dreams! I don’t know how to get them to go away. I tried masturbating. I tried porn. I tried even reading some boring textbooks, and having really, REALLY sweet sex with Tae when he’s over. But Maroon STILL appears. Like he’s lodged in my brain like an annoying tick.” You gushed angrily.

           After a few seconds of silence, Jimin blurted out.

           "Sleep with him.“

           "What?” You gasped then as if it really sunk in, you yelled. “WHAT?”

           "You’re having dreams about him because you want to know what he’s like. Or you have this idea of how well he’s going to please you that you want.“

           "Yeah but…”

           "Are you and Tae exclusive?“

           "No, but…”

           "Has he asked you to be his girlfriend yet?“


           "Then you’re JUST dating and you can just have one hot night of passion with this Maroon mask.“ Jimin emphasized. "You’re body is practically SCREAMING for you to do it. It’s perfectly normal for you to be curious about something you find mysterious. But it’s your human right, to go out there, unravel this mystery, and BANG him like you want to. ”

           "I…I don’t know, Jimin.“ You bit your lip.

           "I’m telling you. Just get it out of your system. One night. Hot sex. Probably multiple times. No strings attached. You don’t even know WHO he is!” Jimin urged. “Then you can find out whether he’s the best random sex you’ve had in your life and then happily settle for your sweet sex with Tae for the rest of your life.”

           You groaned.

           "You know I’m right.“ Jimin smirked.

           You covered your face with your hands as he waited for you to speak.

           After a few more seconds of silence, you looked up.

           "How do I see him again?”

           Jimin smirked triumphantly, not that you could see it in the darkness.

           You slipped on a tight, short black dress, feeling the tingling of excitement course through your body at the thought of what you were going to do.

           It was Friday night– Masquerade Ball night.

           Your dress exposed your collarbones and shoulders seductively and this time, you boldly displayed your legs. It had been weeks since you met Maroon mask. Would he still be interested in you?

           You lined your lips with an alluring red lipstick.

           It didn’t matter if he didn’t want you anymore.

           You would just make him want you all over again. You smirked at yourself in the mirror.

           This was your element after all.

           You adjusted your Gold mask and pushed up your boobs as you entered the Masquerade Ball. You could feel eyes on you as you walked in and you smirked. Surely, Maroon wouldn’t pass up a chance with you, especially if you were garnering this much attention in merely a few seconds. Then your heart sped up when you spotted him, sitting arrogantly once again at the bar.

           You made your way to him, ignoring the caresses on your hips, or the attempts of hollering at you. Your eyes never left him, afraid he was going to disappear and be a hallucination. Then your body heated up when he locked gazes with you. The corner of his lip turned and he chugged the shot in his hand, straightening up as he watched you strut to him.

           "I’ve been waiting for you.“ he smirked.

           You pressed onto him, cupping his face. "Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we?”

           Immediately, your lips crashed onto each other’s hungrily. Both your hands were roaming any part they could get into, like you guys were on a ticking time bomb. He squeezed your thighs and knowingly, you wrapped your legs around him, neither of you parting from the heated kiss. Both of you were groaning desperately as he led you back into the stall from a few weeks ago. This time though, you jumped off of him, and unbuckled his pants hurriedly, wanting again to see the cock you had been taunting you in your dreams.

           You wrapped your hand around his thickness and began pumping as he moaned and stuck his tongue down your throat. You thumbed the head of his cock and covered your palm with his pre cum.

           "Leaking for me already?“ You smirked.

           "Are you just going to give me a handjob again?” He breathed.

           "Not a chance.“ You bit his bottom lip as you pumped him faster. "Better hold on long enough to see what I can do.”

           Maroon growled and attacked your lips hungrily, traveling down to your collarbones as you whined. You pushed him against the stall wall and kissed him senseless.

           "Me first.“ You raised an eyebrow as your hands traveled down his torso and finally, you knelt in front of him. "How do you like it?”

           "However you want to give it to me.“ Maroon whispered. "Show me what you can do, Gold.”

           "Don’t fall in love with me.“ you chuckled as you swirled your tongue around his tip.

           He groaned.

           "Already whining?” You traced his length with your hand as you continued to toy with the head of cock with your tongue. “Eyes on me, baby boy.”

           Maroon glanced down as you looked at him excitedly.

           "Watch how I take you.“

           His cock was so hard already, from the pent up fantasies and frustrations, and now the added reality of your fucking dirty mouth and tongue. But he watched as you sucked only a section of his dick teasingly, torturously. You swirled your tongue in places that he didn’t think could feel good.

           "You taste good.” You hummed.

           He swallowed as you finally pushed his entire cock into your mouth. He groaned as you swirled your tongue around and then hummed. The vibrations of your voice stimulated him and he bucked his hips forward. Your hands gripped his sides and you pulled away.

           "I move. You don’t.“ You demanded.

           "And if I don’t follow?”

           You stood up and kissed him. “Then you get tortured even more.”

           He exhaled as you took him in again and began bobbing your head. Then he moved his hips forward instinctively and he hissed at the lost contact. You smirked and began kissing his hip, flicking your tongue playfully. He groaned.

           "Get on my cock, now.“ he ordered.

           "I said it was me first. You can have me do whatever you want next.”

           Your voice saying “next” pulsated through his mind and excited him. You wanted a next part to this. This night was going to be longer than he hoped for.

           Taking him by surprise, you began sucking him speedily. He grabbed your head and pushed you forward to take him deeper. You didn’t mind that so you bobbed your head faster as you massaged his balls. He moaned.

           You pulled back, making a lewd sound at the end, and looked at him as your hand replaced your mouth.

           "Would like me to swallow?“

           You hummed as you kissed his hips, his lower abdomen, and his inner things teasingly. He threw his head back as the image flashed in his mind of you swallowing as he cummed.

           "Fuck yeah.”

           "Good boy.“ You smirked.

           "Your tongue feels so good. Don’t stop.”

           A few minutes of dirty talk and cursing later, he came in your mouth and you swallowed happily.

           "Now we’re even.“

           "Not yet.” he grabbed your wrist after zipping his pants up. “It’s my turn.”

           You inhaled sharply as he passionately kissed you and you felt like putty at the way his tongue worked your lips and the inside of your mouth. As if sensing your thoughts, he smirked.

           "I have a pretty gifted tongue.“

           Your eyes twinkled with mischief. "Let’s see if it’s up to my standards.”

           Maroon growled and you jumped back onto him; the tension between you still thick and the lust dripping inside you throbbing needily. With ease, he made his way to a room he had rented inside the venue, carrying your weight easily with one arm as you left love bites on his neck. You wanted to paint his untainted body, leaving your mark as deeply as he had affected you.

           He stumbled into the room eagerly and you both crashed onto the bed, lips still locked, not getting enough of each other.

           "Dance for me.“ Maroon whispered onto your lips and you got shivers from the request.

           "As you wish.”

           You climbed off of him. Luckily, the music from the Ball could still be heard so you swayed your hips, trying to recall moves you found particularly effective from your Burlesque routine. You pulled your hair up, exposing the nape of your neck, as you touched yourself while you danced.

           "Come here.“ he ordered with lidded eyes.

           You smiled and walked to him, but sat on his lap unexpectedly, rubbing your ass on his clothed cock. He groaned, getting hard again.

           "You wanted me to dance.” You flirted.

           You swayed your hips against him and then turned to straddle him. You grinded into him along to the faint music as you gave him a lap dance. His lips found your mouth in no time and you continued to push against him as he trailed your body with kisses. You succumbed your torso to him, but your waist-down was there to tease him.

           Your hands traveled down to his hips and you felt something in his pocket.

           You stopped and pulled out a silk fabric. Your lips curled up as he stared at you.

           "For me or for you?“ You asked before leaning over to kiss him, excitement bubbling inside you. You had had a good feeling about Maroon mask and this just confirmed he was as open to experiments as you had hoped he was.

           Before, Maroon could answer, you were already wrapping the blindfold around his mask. Almost immediately, his senses heightened.

           This was different.

           He got chills when he felt your breath near his ear, and you whispered. "Bet you use this for helpless girls looking for something fun, but you’ve never tried it yourself.”

           Maroon swallowed. She was right. I mean, it was his blindfold, why would he block his own sight?

           "Let me show you how it feels.“

           You licked his neck and he gasped. Without his sight, the rest of his senses were more sensitive. You worked his neck as you unbuttoned his shirt then you pushed him down, pulling his pants off once again.

           He was completely naked in front of you. He didn’t know where you were, what you were doing. His heart was racing.

           "Tell me what you’re doing baby.” he called out.

           "Detail by detail?“ You giggled.

           "Fuck yes.”

           "Tell me what you want me to do.“ you muttered seductively.

           "I want you to unzip your dress.” Maroon breathed and soon, he heard the sound of your zipper.

           His cock twitched, wishing he could see your bare body.

           "And then?“

           "Pull your sleeves down, very slowly, as you stare at me.” he wrapped his hand around his cock. Two could play at this game.

           You moaned as you saw him playing with himself.

           "What next?“ You asked breathlessly.

           "Step out of your dress.”

           He heard the dress lightly hit the floor.

           "And you’re going to come over here and straddle me.“

           The bed dipped and he felt you hover over him. You leaned down and kissed him as he continued to stroke himself. You hummed into his mouth.

           Soon, you felt his hands traveling onto your skin gently. You sighed into his touch as he found your clothed center and hooked his finger up.

           "So wet for me baby.” he smirked then slapped your butt. “Turn for me.”

           You obeyed and he sensually pulled down your underwear, then smoothed his hands out on your ass.

           "Sit on my face.“

           You inhaled sharply."What?”

           "Nervous baby?“ he teased.

           You scoffed as you crawled backwards so that your core was in line with his mouth. Feeling your body still, he flicked his tongue out. You groaned, your arms almost giving way. He gripped your hips and licked a strip into you.

           "Oh my god.” You cried, clutching into the sheets.

           He chuckled and stuck his tongue inside you, pushing in and out as you winced from pleasure. He tickled your clit with the tip of his tongue and you were panting already. You shivered when one of his hands left your hip. As you anticipated, he pushed a finger inside you and hooked his finger, causing you to scream.

           You felt him chuckle as he continued to suck at your clit, and his smugness irritated you. You smirked and he cried out as you dipped your head down his cock. Since he couldn’t see what you were doing, the wave of pleasure was unexpected and it sent electricity throughout his body.

           "Fuck.“ he hissed and he pushed a second finger into you. You groaned against his dick as he scissored into you. "Can you handle a third, baby?”

           "Please.“ You begged as you sucked him, his hips rising up into you. He added a third finger and you grunted, needing to stop to just take in being filled up. Then he began moving his fingers in and out. You gripped his thighs as you rocked into his finger. Then he pulled out and began expertly eating you out.

           You cried out and brought your head down onto his incredibly hard cock.

           With the blindfold, every sound you made, shot straight to his dick. Every moan, every cry, every curse. Then every swipe of your tongue felt intensely more pleasurable with his increased senses.

           "I’m so close.” You whispered.

           "Come for me. Come on my face.“ he smiled as he pressed his face deeper into you while his finger found your clit.

           "Oh fuck.” You hissed as you began riding his face aggressively, forgetting about pleasing him. You orgasmed so hard your body twitched involuntarily and your rhythm was erratic. After you finished, you spun around and reached for your purse.

           "What’re you doing?“ Maroon breathed, the cool air hitting his face now that you weren’t sitting on him, but his sight was still blocked.

           Suddenly, he felt latex roll over his cock and he licked his lips in anticipation. You straddled him, soaking and already stretched, and sat on his dick without a word.

           "FUCK.” You both sighed, neither moving just yet.

           Maroon sat up, reaching for you, and you met him halfway, crashing your lips into him.

           "I’m so close already baby.“ he hissed.

           "I just wanted to feel how you were inside me.” You replied and his mouth covered yours again.

           He flipped you over and bucked into you as you moaned. You were highly sensitive already, but you knew he was close. He couldn’t see your expressions of pleasure so you became more vocal.

           "You fill me up so well.“ You panted. "Keep going. Don’t stop. Faster.”

           Maroon groaned, remembering the last time you had said those words but playfully. Now, he was inside you and it felt incredible. You sat up and kissed his neck, continuing to whisper dirty statements as he continued to push into you until he came.

           "Well damn.“ he cried as he rolled off of you.

           You exhaled as you stared at the ceiling, exhausted. "Damn for real.”

           Maroon pulled off the blindfold, finally seeing your fully naked body heaving beside him. He groaned and threw his head back.


           He had slept with his best friend, and it was fucking fantastic.

           As he recited that realization in his mind, you also had yours. Gasping, you sat up and scrambled to grab your clothes.

           "Where are you going?”

           "I-I-…“ you stammered. "I’m sorry I need to see someone else. This was fucking amazing though, but yeah…”

           You stared at him as you attempted to zip your dress.

           "Okay I’m sorry. Can you zip me up?“ You questioned.

           He chuckled and walked over. "Yeah, of course.”

           "Yeah I’m sorry. I’m kind of seeing someone but I really just needed to get this out of my system and oh my god….“ You exhaled and smiled at him fondly. ”…that was great.“

           Maroon chuckled. "It really was.”

           "But I really like this guy and I don’t know you…“

           "It’s fine. Go.” Maroon stated. “I understand.”

           You grinned. “Thank you.”

           "Yep.“ Maroon waved as you rushed out of the room, disheveled.

           He grumbled as he fell back into the bed.

           It still wasn’t out of his system.

           Your heart was racing as you drove to Tae’s apartment. The sex was every bit as amazing as you had imagined – no it was even better, but it dawned on you that you wanted that. But you wanted that with someone that would hold you afterwards, someone that would chat about your days after giving each other multiple orgasms. You wanted that with Taehyung, and you might’ve just ruined your chances, but you didn’t want to hide it from him.

           You were still confused. Normally, you would have wanted Maroon mask. The bad boy– seductive, mysterious, and oozing sex, but then Tae was a great guy, warm, consistent, reliable, and his feelings were evident for you. You already felt yourself falling for him.

           Tae yawned as he heard frantic pounding at his door. His eyes widened when he found you, staring back at him with big, round, worried eyes.

           "Y/N.” he breathed as he cupped your face. “What is it? Are you okay? What happened?”

           You closed your eyes.

           "Tae, I need to be honest with you.“

           He ushered you in and served you hot chocolate while you frantically tried to collect your thoughts. You were worried he was going to end things, but you didn’t want to hide your confusion from him anymore so you just blurted it out.

           "I slept with someone else.”

           Tae stilled from where he was in his kitchen. He wasn’t sure how to react.

           "I met him when we were first supposed to meet. And I thought he was you so we kinda connected and did stuff.“ You explained. "Then when I actually met you, he was there. That Maroon masked guy that was dancing behind me when we were making out.”

           "Ah.“ he simply nodded, his expression unreadable so you continued.

           "And I just couldn’t get him out of my head. Because the me before I met you, well I slept around a lot and in fact, I’ve never been in a legitimate relationship so I’m not sure how slow or fast we’re supposed to be going.” You gushed. “But I’ve been having dreams about this guy and I just needed to get him out of my head so I found him today. And we slept together.”

           You chugged your hot chocolate, already feeling like a complete ass hearing the story come out of your mouth. You didn’t care that it was burning your throat, but you needed something to hydrate yourself before continuing your explanation.

           "I’m so sorry Tae. Oh my gosh. I just…we weren’t anything official and I didn’t want my dreams of him to come in between us so I was going to hide it, but I didn’t want to lie to you. I really like you, but I just feel like I’m so torn right now. It’s like my past and my future are going at it and making me crazy. I don’t want to lose you, but I know it’s also unfair to you that I’m being like this.“

           You surely felt wide-eyed and crazy at the moment.

           "Shh shh.” Tae smiled as he sat beside you and stroked your hair. “Calm down Y/N. I’m not mad and I’m not going to end things with you.”

           You stared at him. “Excuse me? What?”

           Tae chuckled, repeating. “I’m not mad and I’m not going to end things with you.”

           "But I SLEPT with someone else.“

           "Okay well, that hurt to hear and it was shocking– and the fact that you’re having sex dreams about someone else makes me feel a bit…inferior.”

           You frowned and reached out for his hand.

           "But it’s something we can work on, right?“ he stated. "And you’re right. We’re just dating too. We haven’t even talked about whether we were exclusive or not. I wanted to take it slow, because I also want to be sure about you– and about us– before I committed. I’m sorry for not explaining it to you sooner, why I’m taking things so slow. I think we’re just simply doing the figuring out part a bit differently from each other.”

           He squeezed your hand. “I’m so happy you were honest with me though. If you want and need to date and try both of us out, then do it.”

           You looked at him incredulously. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

           "I can’t say I’m completely okay with it…“ He scratched the back of his head. "But I really care about you. And I know I don’t like the pained look on your face right now, and if this is what’s troubling you, I want you to be able to figure it out so you can smile fully again.”

           Your heart clenched at his sentiment; you leaned forward and kissed him, gratefully and longingly. You had never met anyone like him.

           "I’ll still like you all the same.“ He grinned as he intertwined his fingers into yours. "And I’ll trust that we’re going to be the perfect match in the end.”

           You smiled and squeezed his hand, praying your chemistry with Maroon mask was simply just going to be a temporary phase too. He kissed your forehead and pressed his own against yours.

           "Try me and this Maroon guy out, Y/N.“ 


The Illustrated Woman

My body is a kaleidoscope of shapes and colours, an endless jigsaw puzzle, a patchwork quilt pieced together out of strokes of ink, bold and fine, light and dark, wavy and angular. Good thing that wielding dual blades (not always daggers; sometimes I pick up two swords as well, or even two barely wieldable war hammers), I can use both my left and my right hand with equal ease, which means that no inch of flesh on either side of me (on the front, at least) is going to be left uncovered.

I began tattooing myself back when I lived in Orzammar - in secret, at first, adding neat little rectangles and zigzags and dots where my clothes would conceal them, because I was not sure how my father’s law-abiding merchant side of the family would react to such a hobby. Tattoos are the hallmark of the casteless, after all, of my mother’s people: they are forced to walk with a brand of shame all their lives, shadows of dust, untouchable by respectable dwarves (unless, like my father, you are desperate for an heir and will turn to a pretty noble hunter ‘for help’); but some of them take pride in the lines etched into their skin, and expand them on purpose, adding new colours and geometrical forms till their whole body becomes a statement. 'Yes, I am casteless; you sodding sons of nugs have been trying to trample me down, to mix me into dust, but I am still standing, so eat it!’

I, on the other hand, was not really trying to make a statement. Not… Not like that. I wish I was, actually; I wish I was as bold as the casteless; I wish I stood up earlier, and gave a good, long glare to my father, with all the expectations he had for his precious 'heir’, and said, loud and clear,

'I am a woman, duster. Eat it’.

But I did not. Through most of my youth, I left those words unsaid, tucked away under my tongue, at the back of my throat like a lump that sometimes would not let me breathe. I was too afraid of how my family, the people around me would react: my father would probably just refuse too listen, absorbed as he was by listening to his own voice retell the plans he had flr my future; his merchant relatives, not too thrilled by him having taken in a noble hunter, would probably have thought me crazy, my head muddled by 'that damn brand’s foul blood’; and my mother’s kin, who were elevated in caste after I was born, would be angry and terrified, as  caste is passed down from father to son and mother to daughter, and me being a daughter would have meant exile back to Dust Town for all of us.

So down my throat I pushed those words, choking on them in silence, and in the quiet of my room, I decorated my body with tattoos - which felt like the only way I could shape myself the way I wanted to. The only way I could have control over what I looked like, and actually smile when I touched my own skin.

But then, in my late twenties, a day finally came when the words that had so long burned at me from within burst out, loud and resounding, just like the bang of the door when I burst out of my father’s house in the Diamond Quarter and, dodging the guards with some secret tricks taught to me by a perpetually tipsy ex-casteless uncle, made it straight towards the surface.

Once out in the open, my head floating away into emptiness, I have mustered enough  courage (once the initial wobbly feeling passed, that is, and I settled down in a human city) to begin inking the parts of me that everyone can see. My face. My neck. My forearms. And not just with abstract shapes, either: I have turned my skin into a chronicle of my adventures (and, since I stumbled my way into this Inquisition business, there have been many); a collection of Memories to rival the Shaperate’s, honouring the friends I have made and the journey we have all travelled together.

There is a swirly flame tongue curling round my right bicep, rising out of a twisting stream of water - a symbol of that line they say in the human Chant, about a woman who is made strong by her faith, so strong that, when she walks through fire, it touches her softly and gently, like water would. Or, well, at least that’s what I assume it means; I have felt too awkward about asking, being a supposedly heathen dwarf and all; I suspect that if I did, the Chantry ladies would have just clucked at me angrily instead of explaining. Either way, the fire and the water stand for Cassandra, while next to them, there is a picture of a rose, with blood-like droplets oozing off its curling petals.

I found the picture of the rose in one of those botany books Dorian and Vivienne dig up for me (at odds as they often are, they both call my fascination with surface plant life 'endearing’) - and I was very proud when I managed to copy it onto my skin. It symbolises Leliana, and I guess it would have been more logical to tattoo it on my other bicep, because Left and Right Hand of the Divine and all - but the spot on my left arm has already been taken by a swarm of bees, shaped like a pair of hands giving the middle finger. This one is for Sera; I added this design to my collection of tattoos in her presence, to amuse her when she grew restless and aggressive after our blood-curdling trek through the Raw Fade (apparently, this much walking upside down and wading through jiggly-bellied black spiders was too much even for most of the people who have dreams every night). The middle fingers stretch out when I flex, and this never fails to make Sera howl with laughter.

And now that I have mentioned Dorian and Vivienne, my flesh Memories also include a tattoo for each of them. The latter gets a string of diamonds, trailing along the veins of my left arm, with many facets and tiny sparkles floating around them; I was very meticulous when tracing their outlines, as Madame de Fer only deserves the very best. The former is symbolised by… no, not a snake; that would have been too predictable. His Memory is the image of the mouth of a cave, as seen from within, with stalactites and stalagmites framing it, a little bit of crosshatching showing the floor, and tiny clouds and   rainbow just barely visible outside. This tattoo is personal for both of us: we have lived our youths inside a dark cave, Dorian and I (both figuratively and literally, in my case), stumbling in the dark, and stifled by always screaming on the inside - and then, we found our exit. I think that Dorian teared up a little when I showed the recently inked picture to him; though that might have just been the spicy food Bull was whipping up for us.

Bull’s tattoo, in turn, shows a literal bull racing across my calf (pun… probably intended), wrecking some vague dark squares and rectangles, with a tiny cream-puff on his back (that little thing has stick-figure-like limbs, spread out gleefully, and a broad grin on its face). I do not quite remember how that thing appeared on my leg; I think I may still have been drunk after celebrating our very first successful dragon hunt. But, ridiculous as it is, I cherish it as much as the others; Bull crouched down next to me when the dreadnought burned, the gaze of his only eye travelling to where he knew that charging beast was drawn and, nodding in silent understanding, I kicked off my muddy boot and let him take the night of it in, until a small smile touched his lips.

Josephine’s tattoo is an intricate lace-like pattern round my ankle, retouched with golden ink, based on the Antivan leg jewellery she showed me when we decided to distract ourselves from the finale of that House of Repose business by going shopping in Val Royeaux. Whereas Varric’s encircles my other ankle: the words 'Well, shit’ written on a serpentine papyrus scroll in the most over-the-top calligraphic font I could think of. He loves it to bits, by his own admission, and has made me promise that if I ever trip up my enemies in combat, I use only this foot.

Cole, who often watches me work on the canvas of my skin, making those jumbled comments of his, the more creepily accurate the more you think of them, has asked for a rabbit - because 'everything is better with rabbits’.  So now there is a chubby long-eared fuzzball nestled about over my shoulder blade, 'little paws hopping, hurrying, hearing the whispers of the stories that live in your skin’. While I made the design, I had to ask Solas to help ink it, since I read somewhere that tattooing people is a huge part of elven culture, which he knows so much about - but for some reason, he seemed disgusted, if not outright horrified by my request, almost slamming his door in my face with a sharp, slightly hoarse 'No!’. But after, startled by such an abrupt change in my usually reserved and courteous elven companion’s behaviour, I explained what my tattoos were for, he mellowed a little and gave me an apology (a bit stiff one, but an apology nonetheless), and we spend the afternoon occupied by a very interesting conversation about the memories of the dwarves Solas had seen in the Fade (I especially loved the one about the casteless rising up to defend their city from the darkspawn when no-one else would), while I lay on his couch and he etched a rabbit into my back.

He proved surprisingly good at it (though he might have cheated with a spell or something; you never know with that magicky folk), so, since my other shoulder blade still had a blank spot left, I offered Solas to add a tattoo of his own, one that he thought would best represent himself, but he shook his head softly and evaded the subject, offering to draw me a lion for Cullen’s strength and courage, instead. I agreed, especially since I had recently had to comfort the Commander in his struggle to break free from lyrium addiction, and an image like that seemed encouraging - and quite a fine lion it has turned out to be, too, with many curls in his mane, like frothing sea waves, with snatches of shattered chains flying off him in all directions. As for Solas’ tattoo, I still do not have one - because body art seems like a bit of sensitive subject for him, and I would rather not hurt his feelings. He is my friend, after all.

And finally, right over my heart, there is an image of a shield, which I began working on late at night, when still caught up in the feverish flush of the kiss I shared with Blackwall - that is why the wings adorning it on either side stand not only for the griffins, the ancient and noble companions of the Grey Wardens, but also for this soaring feeling that spreads inside my chest whenever I catch his gaze and he calls me the thing that a younger me would never have dreamed of being called. 'My Lady’.

That feeling is still there, even after that life-changing step he took forward on the gallows, with such a look on his face that you might have thought there was a bottomless black abyss at his feet. That feeling is still there - perhaps even stronger for it, because I know what it is like, living among people who are convinced that you are someone else. And luckily enough, when I first tattooed myself with the shield, I never really added any emblem to it - this has allowed me to fill it in after Blackwall’s judgement. With the picture of one of my absolute favourites among the weird things that happen in this vast and wondrous sky: rain clouds drawing apart, a single ray of sunlight shining through.

Maybe it’s because it’s 5:23 on my day off, but I want to talk to you all about being fat in Japan.

It’s gonna be a bit of a ramble.

So I see fat people on a daily basis in Fukushima City. I wondered, at first, if it was because I wasn’t in Tokyo, and therefore was removed from a standard of fashion and body look, but I realized that no, no matter where you go in Japan, there is an expectation about your body and relation to space, and that weight loss, body policing, size, and the like are national, not just a Tokyo thing. Still, I see a lot of big bodies, particularly big women: women who are Watanabe Naomi size, twice the size of what a Japanese woman is supposed to be based on a desired average of no more than 110 pounds. I’d dare say that like America, most women deviate from that on either side.

Certainly, they don’t escape the critical eye of body policing in Japanese culture: they’re constantly under the scope, are likely to receive horribly invasive comments from Doctors, and like me, struggle to find clothing that doesn’t have a hideous floral print to hide our wide stomachs, thighs, and backsides.

However, they exist and inspire me.

Big girls here are stylish: they wear ankle pants, skants -wide legged pants, essentially- wear vibrant prints, pair layers, wear long cardigans that don’t hit right at the hip, don’t hide their bellies, and do everything I was told not to do so much of my life. Like I said, they’re not mythical: bigger bodies in Japan are heavily policed, are made comical and a joke, and are still not a positive thing overall, though certainly, La Farfa and Nissen’s Smileland line are changing my life at the very least.

There’s something so powerful about seeing that: about seeing big women break rules. I can’t wait to break them myself, especially in my new ankle pants.

As I start to turn my future towards one with costumes again, I think about what I’m saying about bodies in Japan: that we have a right to the same look. the same aesthetic and style, as thin bodies, as average bodies: that we want to be proud of our form, work hard to be healthy, but still want to dress and enjoy the skin we’re in. 

In fact, I’ve never felt healthy than living here: certainly I’ve lost weight, but anyone would if they walk 1,5 km -,9 miles, so basically, a mile by the time I cross to the East Exit at the central station- at least three times a week and rode a bicycle -roundtrip- half a km each day too. I also eat a lot of cabbage and veggies now: more than I did during grad school where my only veggies were the french fries at Wendy’s half the time, and I was a lot more depressed.

Fact is, I’m still big though, but I honestly… like it.

I feel energetic and healthy and proudly plump, wear clothes that work for my body now instead of hiding beneath layers. When it’s hot, I wear shorts and short sleeves and ankle socks that I get from the 100en store: when it’s cold, asymmetrical jackets and skinny jeans with leggings beneath for warmth. Skirts and tights, leggings beneath cute dresses in Spring. Tennis shoes always because I’m a teacher. And now, ankle pants that show my wide thighs and strengthed, 4th floor climbing calves. Pants that would be a big no-bo as a big person because they’re a bit more fitted.

Pants that make me happy.

My body is really nice now, basically. It’s fat and brown, has stretch marks, but it’s healthy and plus-sized and carries me through my day. Certainly, the kids know I’m big, but if it matters, it hasn’t come up yet. If anything, they tell me I’m a cute teacher and listen more for help with language, not watch to see if my hips can’t fit.

Certainly, Japan is not a fantasy for the fat person, but you have a right here too. No one should be denied a right to be feelin’ themselves because of body policing and shame: I’m not going to let anyone bar me from being happy here.

tl;dr: I’m a fat black person in Japan, with a big belly, big thighs, and a big backside, and I’m very, very beautiful. Especially in those ankle pants!


shimada (+1 mchanzo) doodle dump.. all i can say about these is that im sorry

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Love Can Heal (Part 11)

 Pairing:  Paul Lahote X Reader / Emmett Cullen X Ex!Reader

 Word count: 964

 Warnings: Depression; self-harm; pretty much stuff like that.


 Part 1

 Part 2

 Part 3

 Part 4

 Part 5

 Part 6

 Part 7

 Part 8

 Part 9

 Part 10

 Part 12

 Part 13

 Part 14

 I’m locked in the bedroom, waiting for them to shut up. Kevin is knocking desperately, but I tell him to go away. I just want Paul. I need him. It means I’m weak, but right now I don’t really care.

 The rain falls heavily outside, and somehow the urge comes to feel it on my skin. Without thinking too much, I open the window and jump. There’s a sting on my ankle, and the back of left my hand is bleeding. But I get up, closing my eyes to feel the rain. It’s so cold, but it feels good. My bones ache, from the cold or from the sadness. I hear my name, but I keep standing there like an idiot. Because that’s what I am. An idiot.


 Someone calls me again, a distant sound. The woods before me are green and white, like a beautiful dream, a beautiful place to spend the last moments of my life. But I’m floating again, the cold rain replaced by a warm feeling.

 “It feels good,” I mutter, my arms holding on this soft fabric, my head lying on his neck.

 “Don’t sleep, Ivy. Stay with me.”

 “I’m here, Paul.”

 My eyes are heavy and my knee hurts. I don’t want to sleep again, not now that Paul is here. God, I hope he’ll always be here. He puts me down on the bed, and quickly checks my ankle.

 “Is not broken.”

 “My hand is bleeding.” I show it to him, ignoring the blood starting to drop. “Can you help? I may need a band-aid. ”

 Paul disappears for a moment, leaving me to check on my cut. It’s disgusting, so I just keep it away from my body. When he’s back, he starts cleaning the blood, so delicately that I barely feel it.

 “Do I need stitches?”


 He cleans the wound carefully, while I keep talking like a fool. I need to think about anything else than the blood. When Paul’s done, he kisses my hand, right above the wound.

 “What’s that for?”

 “Kisses can help you heal.”

 “Can you kiss again?” I sit up, noticing that his bed is wet because of me. “There’s rain on your bed.”

 “I know.” Paul leans closer, and those butterflies in my stomach start flying around again. “Can I kiss you?”

 “Kiss me.”

 His lips meet mine as soon as I finish my sentence. I melt into his kiss, my hands wrapped around his neck. That’s what I want. I want to be fine and be with him. But first thing first, I need to get healed so I won’t be just a dead weight. But I made up my mind. Depression isn’t what I want. It isn’t where I want to be.

 I wake up and I’m smiling. Raising my head to look around, I see Paul standing at the doorframe. It’s creepy, I’m not gonna lie, but I ignore it and keep smiling.

 “Paul, what time is it?”

 “About five p.m.. We can still go out if you want.” He hands me a glass of water as I get up.

 “I don’t want to.” There’s a new message on my phone, but I don’t want to read it, so I throw it at him.


 “I want to stay right here.”

 “Doing nothing?” Paul keeps staring at my phone, which he grabbed in the air before hitting the wall, and that makes me get up too. I stand by his side, looking at the message Emmett sent me. My aunt and uncle are finally coming to visit me. I don’t feel happy about it because I think they should have a kid and forget about me. They should try to be happy.

 “They have to meet you.” Without noticing, I hold his hand. I’m blushing, but when he doesn’t pull away I feel comfortable enough not to move.  

 “That means you’re going home?”

 “I thought I was already home,” I whisper, bringing a smile to his lips. Paul drops my phone and hugs me, lifting me up. I kiss him softly, laughing.

 “Now. Kevin wants you to help him with the Christmas decorations.”

 “Why me?”

 “Sam doesn’t want to help. His girl is on a trip. And Kevin likes you, so I kinda promised him you’d help.”

 “Why would you do something like that?”

 “Because Kevin is a good company for you. Being an idiot and making you laugh is what he does best.” He puts me down, his warm hands on my cheeks. “I’ll take you there and meet the Cullen.”

 “Sure. We need to know how to explain everything to Laura and Andrew.”

 “Yes. Being honest, I want to keep you away from Emmett.”

“You don’t have to worry about Emmett. I want to be here. I want to be around you as much as I can.” I stop suddenly, my heart is beating too fast as Paul keeps silent. I look at the floor, cleaning my throat. “Sorry, I shouldn’t say things like this.”

 I run out the room, a bit impressed that I can actually run now without losing my breath. Someone knocks on the door, but Paul grabs my arm before I reach the stairs, forcing me to look in his eyes.

 “Someone’s knocking,” I mutter.

“He can wait. I want to be around you too.”

 His words make my whole world fall into place, somehow. I just smile a true smile. Right now, there’s no pain that can reach me. I’m floating, lost in his beautiful eyes.

 “Paul? Ivy? Can you guys stop this romantic moment and open the door for me, please?” Kevin shouts and can’t help but let a small laugh escape my lips.

 “Kevin wants attention.” Paul pecks my lips before heading to the front door.