It is a big part of sugar baby’s lifestyle to be comfortable go out on dates with their SDs to high-end restaurants, opening galleries, charities, fundraisers, and balls. What most newbies do not know/lack is the proper etiquette habits.
For those men who surround themselves with successful people 24/7, would be a big turn off to be with a young lady who does not know how to behave and know the unspoken rules in the public. It is important for all sugar babies to know how to act classy and elegant, take your time, don’t be in a rush, be sophisticated and be a mystery for your SD.
When you are dating a millionaire, the right manners and ways of conducting yourself assume an even a greater importance since they indicate grooming and class – qualities which are important in the upper classes.
Here are a few tips on dating etiquette if you are seeing someone rich and successful and wish to come off as his/her ideal partner.
#1 How to Communicate
Not every thought that comes into your head should come out of your mouth. Vet your thoughts. Speaking your mind does not mean sharing every thought. Some thoughts are not appropriate and could cause irreparable damage to your relationships.
Never gossip. Most gossip is bad, negative and damages relationships.
Look everyone in the eye for no more than 5 seconds at a time, then divert your glance for another 5 seconds. Practice will turn this into a habit.
Make eye contact with people you speak with.
Never criticize, condemn or complain about anyone to another relationship. It’s a giant red flag. People will assume that you are bad mouthing them and will try to stay away from forming any strong relationships with you.
#2 Focus on your partner
When dating a rich man , it is important to let them know you value the time and effort your partner is spending on you. And one of the best ways to do this is by being attentive to your date. Maintain steady eye contact with him and listen actively to what he has to say. Smile often and present a positive body language. Also avoid fiddling with our phone (do not take pictures of the food, take snapchat of yourself, etc. do not present yourself as immature girl.). Unless you’re on call at a high-pressure job, you have no excuse for frequently checking your PDA. Flashing expensive technology makes you look self-absorbed and immature. If you must take a call or check a text, apologize for being rude, and tell your date why it’s necessary.
#3 Eating Etiquette
Believe it or not, most people don’t know how to eat. In the adult world of the successful, you need to know how to eat at social settings. Let’s go down the list:
As soon as you sit in your chair take the napkin off the table and drape it over your lap.
Never begin eating until everyone has their meal.
Never chew with your mouth opened.
Never talk while you’re chewing your food.
Never dip any food you’re eating into a sauce everyone is using.
Don’t wolf down your food. Eat at the same pace as everyone else at the table.
Never hold a spoon, fork or knife with your fist.
Outside fork is for salads, inside fork for the meal.
Never make gestures while your utensils are in your hands.
Never reach for anything like salt and pepper. Always ask someone to pass things like that.
Don’t slouch at the table. Sit straight up.
After the meal, excuse yourself and go to the bathroom and make sure you don’t have any food in your teeth. Carry a toothpick or something similar in your wallet or purse wherever you go.
If your date orders, compliment his choices, whether it is his choice of dessert or the wine. At the end of the dinner, thank your partner for inviting you out and don’t leave it for the next day.Focus
#4 Dress Etiquette
When dating a millionaire, it is crucial to turn out in a classy and elegant manner. Adopt a personal style which highlights your best features and above all, get the basics of grooming right. Even though you may not be able to afford a Louis Vuitton handbag or a Cartier watch, ensure that whatever you are wearing is suits you and is appropriate for the occasion.
Work and Job Interviews – Some professions have special purpose clothing like construction, roadwork, electricians etc. If you work in an office, dress like your boss or your boss’s boss. In some offices it’s business casual, in others, it’s a suit and tie for men. For women its slacks, or skirts with open collars, heels or no heels are ok.
Weddings, Wakes, Funerals – In most cases, this will be suit and tie for men. For women, it’s the same as work clothes but many women like to wear more formal gowns or a more stylish cocktail dress, usually worn with heels. Some cultures have special dress codes you need to be aware of.
Formals – Usually formals are black tie optional, black tie or white tie for men. Optional usually means a dark suit, tie or black bow tie, dark shoes. Black tie means black tuxedo, dark shoes, white tie means black tailcoat, white wing-collar shirt, white bow tie, black shoes for men. For women, it’s a long formal gown or short cocktail dress or dressy long skirt and top, usually worn with heels. White ties are very rare.
#5 Introducing Yourself
In life, you will be forced into situations where you will meet new people. This is an opportunity to develop valuable relationships.
There are 5 basic rules to making introductions:
Make Eye Contact
In one sentence explain who you are, why you’re there and who you know at the event
Ask Questions About the Person You are Introducing Yourself to.
#6 Basic Manners
Be punctual (Being punctual is especially important when dating the rich since for them time is money, and as soon as they find you tardy, they will see you as a waste of time.)
Excuse me when interrupting or entering a conversation
Don’t interrupt someone while they are talking
Don’t roll your eyes when someone says something you disagree with
Don’t look away when someone is talking to you
Never check your cell phone when talking to someone
Stay positive and keep criticisms and negative comments to yourself
Compliment, compliment, compliment
Thank anyone hosting an event, dinner etc.
Never curse or use inappropriate language during social events
Never be rude
#7 Learn to handle embarrassing moments
No one is born with perfect manners and it is all a matter of practice. So while dating your SD if you realize that you have committed a faux pas, make as little of it as possible. Ignore whatever you did or didn’t do and force your mind onto something else. Go on smoothly as if nothing happened and very soon people around you will do the same.
-Eddie owns a little corner flower shop. He offers coffee and tea to all his customers and listens to their problems as he arranges their orders
-His favorite regular is Bill, who always comes in for a custom bouquet on Saturday mornings and tells him all about this boy he’s been on five Saturday afternoon dates with–well, now it’s six
-One day, the empty shop across the street is suddenly renovated and turned into a tattoo parlor run by some guy named Richie
-In favor of flowers who’s beauty is short-lived, Eddie stays on his side of the street. Tattoos are so barbaric and immature, not to mention permanent
-But a week later, Richie shows up in his doorway
-The two are like night and day: Eddie with his pastel apron covering his pristine white collared shirt, and Richie with his old Guns N’ Roses t-shirt and an arm littered in a sleeve of black ink
-”A client of mine wants a tattoo on her ribs of a dahlia and I don’t know what the fuck a dahlia is”
-So Eddie begrudgingly shows him, even handing him the pink blossom free of charge
-Richie thanks him, saying how he’ll try his best not to fall in love with him after “this obvious token of your admiration” as he heads back to his side of the street
-But this slowly becomes a constant thing. Richie keeps bringing new names of flowers clients want, Eddie provides one for free, and Richie says some stupid joke about Eddie courting him before he leaves
-Eddie doesn’t realize until Richie doesn’t come across the street for a week that he kind of likes the tattooed boy who lounges up against the orchids in his doorway and thanks him like he really means it
-He decides one morning to start leaving a single flower up against the tattoo parlor door, a tulip
-A few days later, Richie is sat on the flower shop’s doorstep at the crack of dawn, waiting for Eddie to show up and to show him the tulip tattoo on his forearm
-Within a couple months, Richie’s arm slowly becomes more and more filled with flowers, always asking Eddie to choose
-Eddie finally has someone to tell Bill about instead every Saturday morning, just before Richie crosses the street for their daily coffee date
Since the response to Draco’s Soulmate was amazing (and also bc it was Harry’s birthday on Monday) I decided to write it from Harry’s perspective! I still cannot believe the other fanfic has over 900 notes! That’s actually insane. Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this just as much!
“Today’s the day isn’t it?” Ron asked when Harry entered the kitchen this morning to make himself breakfast. Harry sighed and nodded. He didn’t really care about soulmates. Thought it was rubbish to have to be forced together with someone just because the “universe” said so. He’d much rather find love on his own.
“Come on, Harry. You’re not even the least bit curious as to who she is?” Harry rolled his and continued to make his breakfast. “Harry?”
An AU where Johnny is a mafia leader but accidentally falls in love with a girl.
Oh boy, I’m probably gonna die after this
But anyways, Johnny, as a mafia leader….interesting
He is really intimidating, mostly because of his hard stare and frame so tall and strong
He dressed up smart but shaggy at the same time. To a normal person, he would look terrifying
Tattoos, piercings all lining his body, contaminating his milky white complexion
But that was what caught your attention when you saw him sit across from you in the local bar
Hair shiny, slicked back. His hands were big, veins popping from underneath the skin, his fingers slender
Johnny was the kind of person no one wanted to mess with. Leader of the most terrifying mafia clan in town, hard to contradict and extremely hard to win against
He had a special way with words. His talk more than often manipulating people in dangerous ways. His illegal smirk whenever he got his way
You were sat on your uncomfortable seat, a Martini in hand and time to spare. He was so different from other people that you couldn’t help but stare at him
His strides were so calculated and soft that it would bring a cat to shame, movements so confident and assured that you wanted to give him an award
When he ordered a Sunset Rum, you had caught his voice. Deep and thick with his funny but sexy accent. He hadn’t noticed you ogling at him yet and you decided to enjoy the view for a while
Your blind date had ditched you and left you sitting in the tight red dress your friend had forced you into
So much for being that strong, independent girl who never needed to impress a man
But today you were needy, for something. Something that made you feel alive, painful yet pleasurable. Which is why you put extra effort in your appearance
Johnny finally noticed your burning stare and raised his eyebrows at you. You gave him a small smirk with your bright red lips, bringing your drink closer to your face
He looked away, smiling to himself and staring at the small glass with his drink. He wore a black coat and white collar shirt. It wasn’t ironed which added to his distraught yet intriguing look. You were never into good boys who dressed straight with matching underwear
He lifted himself up and brought the drink over to you,digging his gaze into you
Both of you just sat in silence, not knowing how to strike up a conversation. You wished people could just initiate sex without flirting or a hearty conversation. As rude as it was, it was easier
He smelled like honey and smoke
“Did you get stood up or something?” He asked. Your eyes widened at how close he was. The voice that melted you from within so far away was now ringing in your ear as close as anything could be
“Did you come back from a funeral? You’re definitely dressed like you are.” You were good at retaliation. Most of your attempts at flirting came off as mean and rude but he just smirked. He liked your vigour. One question led to another and his hands were up on your thigh. He was close, close enough for you to kiss his plump lips. “Not here,” he said, giving your thigh a hard squeeze. You bit your lip and just stared at those damned lips of his. He pulled you by the hand and led you out of the warm bar. The air was cold but his hands weren’t and as he led you to his car, you grew colder and more impatient. No one had turned you on like this
The pressure between your legs was immense as you were carefully thrown into the backseat of his car. Rough but gentle, he was. His movements and the smooth skin of his abs were the only thing you remembered. Followed by the intense euphoria his touches sent you into, a bliss, desperation for more, begging, screaming
He talked dirty but didn’t make you feel like a slut. It was more deep. This guy knew what he was doing. His tattoo covered arms were blush red, the blood running vigorously through him. His black hair had a blue sheen to them as they grew wet with his sweat. His tattoos making your small head wonder and the piercings that felt cold against your skin
When you both were done with your little activity, he sat back, instantly pulling out of you. Most boys would fall against you and whisper something sweet. Like “that was amazing babe” or “Maybe we should catch a drink later.” But not this lad
He sat back, pulling on his pants as you tried your best to cover up as quickly as you can. Heart beat faster than a horse and cheeks burning because of the excessive exposure of skin
He brought a cigarette to his lips, setting fire to it god knows when. You sat there staring him in awe, feeling a bit used as he didn’t say a word. I mean, you guys literally just fucked
He offered you a smoke but you denied, wanting to leave. “Uh I should go,” you uttered. He blew a puff of smoke through his nose and turned to look at you. The parking lot was empty and unlit. The only source of illumination was the moon and the far off street lights. The piercings on his ear glistened against the faint light. He looked like the devil, a beautiful devil that allured people into his den of sin. He leaned in, the fragrance coming back. He reached for your face and slid the stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your face was a mess. Red lipstick smudged and eyes black with run down mascara. You had faint red hickeys all over your collarbones. “Can we do this again sometime? And preferably not in my car”
A mistake once committed becomes a lifelong habit. You both slept with each other a daily basis. He was always stressed because of money dealing, drug dealing, enemies coming for his life. And you just needed to kill your boredom. Your fucked up relationship remained a secret to his gang and your friends. The last thing you needed was your friends to know that you sleep with this dubious boy who you knew nothing about
He never told the boys because he didn’t them to think he was in love. Which he wasn’t, at least he thought so. He was the leader, the person that made everything run within and outside his clan. The leader people feared because of what he can do. A powerful delinquent who could not be moved from his stance
You were a distraction for him. Your hard demeanour, dainty face, small body. It was what attracted him. How you weren’t shy, how daring you were, how you never judged, never asked him who he really was
It had been a month and his feelings began to change. He was a broken person, love was the last thing on his mind. The last time he witnessed love was when his father had kissed him on his head and told him to be a good boy. The last kiss, the last glance and then he was gone. Taken away by the car crash, Johnny was alone. His mother remarried which made her even more distanced. She hated him, thought he was the reason why she had to marry his father. And once he died, she wasted no time in providing him with an abusive step father
When you arrived at his lavish place,one day, his gaze was different. His touches were softer and voice slow, like he was reciting the words to his favourite poem. You felt weird after, leaving his apartment with millions of thoughts in your mind
Later that week, he arrived at your place. It was a shock at first because he didn’t seem the kind of guy to arrive at a girl’s place. You were in your ugly pyjamas, not looking your best self. But he was a bloody mess. Red liquid spilled from his wounded lip and a big purple bruise sat on his eye. His white collar shirt was shredded, showcasing the wounds and gashes that were dangerously swollen and bloody
You were almost in tears, you had never seen anyone so broken before. He had been drinking too with his fists red carrying slits and bruises. He leaned against the door before falling into your arms. His hair were dishevelled. He still smelled the same. You could recognise his scent anywhere. You carried him to the couch, sitting him up and fetching a first aid box
You sat on his lap and cleaned his wounds. His eyes were closed and breath short and steady. He’d often flinch as you applied the anti septic to his sickly wounds
You didn’t know when you fell in love with him. Didn’t even know how and why. It just happened. That day, when you guys fucked..no..had sex. There was a difference between the two. There was definitely an unspoken feeling between you two
He finally opened his eyes and smiled when he saw you. “Hey beautiful,” he said. He still looked as breathtaking as ever. “Why Johnny? Why…” you cried, not holding back anymore. He pulled you into his chest and caressed the small of your back. You pulled away and stared at him with wet eyes. “Why do you do this to yourself? Get into fights, smoke, waste your life drinking?”
He stayed silent for a minute and then spoke. “If I told you, will you leave?” He almost whispered. You shook your head, throat in painful knots. “I’m a mafia leader,” he managed. You had a hunch he was related to people that were up to no good. That he was up to no good. You nodded, understandingly. As you raised your hand up to clean the wound on his cheeks, he stopped you. “I’m poison Y/N. I destroy things, decay them, make them cease to exist. But I’m-” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m also in love with you.” You smiled at that, half relieved and half excited. He held your face in his palms that had a metallic whiff to them, and pulled you in for a soft kiss. A kiss that tasted like salt, like water on a hot hot day. It was gentle, polite, beautiful. You wanted more.
That night he had made love to you,telling you he loves you with every move. You woke up next to him, his face still swollen and messy
Johnny wanted to keep your relationship undercover, still not letting the boys know about you. He acted strange at times, often cancelling plans because he wanted to spend time with you
It was less sex, more cuddling. More watching movies and exchanging jokes. He became human around you. Whereas with other people he would be tough and a pure hoodlum, he was so sweet towards you
He often warned you about people who might try to hurt you. He had made a promise to not lose you, after his father. He wanted to protect you the way he couldn’t prevent his father’s accident
He slowly broke the news to the boys, who were caught off guard
His clan was filled with gorgeous boys, ranging from teenagers to early adults. They were all so much more playful around each other, joking and running around like hooligans. It was a surprise because you had expected them to be dark and scary. Although they were like deathly wolves with other people, they were nice to you. One of the boys, Taeyong, would often thank you for the ways in which you had changed Johnny. In ways he had become more human, more gentle with the boys
Johnny wasn’t perfect. He was still a mafia leader who would interact with the wrong guys, carry out activities that were against the rules of a civilised society. He didn’t change completely. He was still the Johnny people feared and respected. But not with you. You were his everything. Every ounce of him yearned to protect and love you. And you didn’t want to change him either. For who he really was, broken and cold, made you fall in love with him in the first place.
A/N: I still can’t write smut and maybe it’s lacking smut stuff but eh…enjoy!
This is 2 months too late but Ima do it anyways. Ima review the wedding fashions at the Naruto & Hinata wedding. Let’s get into it.
Kankuro and Gaara.
The Sand brothers were not great but not terrible.
Kankuro should have taken that thing off head to let his cute full head of brown hair breathe and flourish. As always, he came with his face BEAT! I respect it. These white gloves are interesting but Ima let him cook.
Konohamaru looks ADORABLE! He looks so sharp!
This pink dress is cute on Moegi.
Udon also looks sharp.
Now, Ebisu goofy, cheap ass is another story. Take that thing off your got damn head. I know he balding. Has to be. This jacket silhouette and color palette is all wrong. Green trimming, red pocket square, navy blue, & black??? I wouldn’t have let him into the venue if I was working the door.
Now. *deep sigh* Kiba, sis. This attire is not for an iconic, historical wedding. This dog chain. I am not one to discriminate against a fur trim but you should have just came through with a floor length white mink. Go hard or go home.
Shino. SHINO. I am uncomfortable just looking at him. He looks like he about to shoot up everybody. I’d be by the exit just in case, tbh.
Kurenai is giving me a strong look. Powerful mother figure two piece. She will definitely cuss out anybody who is off the shits on sake.
Choji. Adorable. These suspenders are surprisingly very him.
BIIIITCCCHHHH! TENTEN LOOKS GOODT!!! GIVING LEG!!! AND SOME THIGH! FOR WHO?! FOR EVERYBODY!!! A snack!!! I know people tried their luck & tried to scoop her up and she casually flashed a pastel pink kunai from her titty. The print on her dress is so cute. Omg. These gold cuff bracelets giving me Wonder Woman teas. She did what? That.
Gai and Rock Lee. They look nice. I personally would rather die than to match with anybody else but that’s very them and very on brand.
Shikamaru and Temari.
Shikamaru looks EXCEPTIONAL! GQ ready tbh! I was pleasantly surprised. Suit tailored DOWN!!! Who the fuck put him on to a turtleneck??? Nara clan repped to the fullest! And of course, as always, his ponytail was snatched to the heavens.
Temari. Now, girl. I love you down but this is very basic. Not attrocious but I expected more. That white collared shirt screams 9 to 5 realness.
Sai and Ino.
BEST DRESSED COUPLE!!!
Sai stayed true to his usual color palette but peep the pocket square, it matches all of Ino’s accessories, the bracelets and hair tie. Thoughtful. Cute as shit.
Ino’s fit is not show stopping but she looks very, very cute and that high waisted skirt looks goodt on her. Love the necklace. Bang always perched.
Sakura. I love you girl but this dress didn’t do it for me. This is very similar to Moegi’s dress but you grown. This is a dress you wear to church. You could have gave us some shoulder.
Iruka and Kakashi.
Iruka, work. The drunk older single aunties were getting real spicy with him. Tryna become Naruto’s honorary mama by the end of the night.
Kakashi cleans up nice. I wish he would have snatched that mask off and fucked us ALL UP. Also had all the girls (and dudes) following him around. Kakashi is anti-social but he the Hokage so he scattered shadow clones around the reception so he wouldn’t be rude.
I know Yamato wasn’t seen on the last episode but I don’t give a fuck!!! I won’t accept him babysitting Orochimaru. Anyways….Yamato didn’t disappoint. Go off.
Hiashi and Hanabi.
Hiashi could have came harder as he was the bride’s father. This is a very bleak look.
The man he sees across the room fits in too perfectly; lean body in a royal blue Isaia suit that’s tailored to aching perfection, the inseam of the trouser cut short to reveal a scandalous sliver of bare ankle, and a white band collar shirt instead of a traditional button down to accentuate his long neck. The man is quintessential classics with the precise amount of unorthodox edge to suggest he is a man who is always on the precipice of something.
He watches the man run his fingers through his silver hair like lavish strands of spiders’ silk. The man screams expensive. How many millions of dollars would you be holding in your hands if you had this man underneath you?
He must be brave. There’s no time to waste. He steps across the ballroom and into the man’s social circle with his chest out like he belongs there.
“Katsuji Yuuta,” he introduces himself. “May I buy you a drink?”
“Vitaly Nikonov,” the man replies, smiling. “And I already have a drink. But you may keep me company.”
“What are they doing?” Yuri whispers a little too loud, watching Katsuki slink over to where Victor is talking to a handful of sponsors.
“Maybe this is like that banquet where they pretended they were meeting again for the first time,” Otabek offers, stealing a stuffed mushroom from Yuri’s plate and popping it into his mouth. He licks at the grease left on the tip of his thumb. “Remember that last year? They even brought that old tie and Victor cried when he tied it around Katsuki’s head like a crown.”
Mila laughs into her champagne flute and Yuri suppresses a shiver.
“This feels worse than that. This feels,” he says, pauses, curls his nose, “this feels weirder.”
“So what brings you here?” Vitaly Nikonov asks, rolling his wrist and watching the maraschino cherry swirl around in his manhattan. “I haven’t seen you around.”
“Funny,” Katsuji Yuuta says, and he looks Vitaly Nikonov up and down like a question and an answer all at once. He tilts his head at the group Vitaly’s with and takes a swig of his own champagne. “I thought we might be here for the same reasons. But I see you here, and suddenly I can’t remember why I came.”
“Oh, Mr. Katsuji,” Vitaly says, voice lowering. “I don’t think you’ve come close to coming yet.”
“Uh, guys,” says Mark from Sony, bumping a fist on Vitaly’s shoulder. “Victor? Yuuri? I’m gonna–me and the boys, we’re gonna, uh, step away for awhile.”
Vitaly Nikonov hums as if Mark from Sony is very, very far away. He can see nothing else but Katsuji Yuuta’s soulful, brown eyes.
“Spies!” Mila does not squeal as she runs back to Otabek and Yuri with a refreshed drink and a plate of bacon wrapped scallops. “They’re pretending they’re rival spies. Or maybe Yuuri’s a honeypot? I don’t know, all I could hear is them talking about trading intel upstairs and–”
“Gross,” Yuri says, stealing her champagne and downing it in one gulp. Yuuri and Victor at banquets are going to drive him to an early retirement. Next to him, Otabek is stoically looking at the chandelier over their table, trying not to laugh.
“Mr. Katsuji!” Victor moans dramatically, his band collar shirt torn open, buttons flown across the room. “Oh, if our agencies found us this way, they would kill us!”
“Stop!” Yuuri laughs on top of him, tucking his face away in the curve of Victor’s neck. “Now it just sounds stupid.”
“We must run away together!” Victor says, rolling his hips up to greet the inviting curve of Yuuri’s ass through his briefs. “Change our names! Go into hiding! The two of us against the world!”
“Victor, you said if I won gold you would take this seriously,” Yuuri whines, and he nibbles at the soft of Victor’s earlobe to make him gasp and still.
“I am taking this seriously,” Victor says softly underneath him. He rolls his hips up slower this time, a little more sluggish drag to prove how earnestly invested he is, dick hard and needy between the undone fly of his own pants. “I was going to tell you of a bungalow I know tucked away off the coast of Bali. We’ll think up new identities. You can be Yuuri Katsuki. I’ll be Victor Nikiforov. Former figure skating champions. We’ll fall asleep to the sound of waves every night, and no one will ever find us. What do you think?”
Yuuri grinds his ass down where Victor is waiting for him. “I think you should keep going.”
There is a boy with casually tousled orange hair, glittering
dark brown eyes that hold untold secrets, and plump, rosy lips that are more
often than not curved into a smirk. He wears the standard Hogwarts uniform, but
somehow he makes it look like it came straight off the runway with the loosened
scarlet and gold striped silk tie, white untucked collared shirt with the top
few buttons undone, and fitted black pants that do plenty of justice for his
Park Jimin is, without a doubt, a living paradox; after all,
how can someone so angelic looking be so sinful?
He’s a natural born heartbreaker with girls falling
undeniably in love with him, even after they swore they never would. He’s a
walking cliché: the bad boy who has countless rumors of how he beat up so and
so last week or three days ago, who has a different girl for every day of the
year, who every girl wants to be the one to change him– the one who would be
his last. But, it’s simply all a game to him and any girl falling victim to his
ways is just another pawn piece that’s so easily replaceable. And if you aren’t
careful enough, you might be thrown onto his chessboard.
GOT7 Jinyoung x Reader
Genre: Smut/ Angst / Fluff
Warning: Explicit and Swear words
Word Count: 12k+
Summary: You had your rules. No dating or hooking up with any of your brother’s friends and that included housemates. You learned your lesson from the last time you were burned. But you saw no harm in flirting with his housemate Jinyoung and keeping up the sexual repartee.
Queen Trashmouth / Henry Bowers x Reader / Chapter One
(A/N: hey guys! so I wrote this in second person cuz it felt right, but you’re a particular character, Stacie Tozier of Derry, sister of Richie lol. so that’s kinda weird, but I hope u guys enjoy it anyway!! ❤️)
You were given the nickname “Trashmouth” first. Your brother simply inherited it.
You were older, anyway. You learned all the bad words, their meanings, and how to use them before he did. Teaching them to Richie was part of the fun. After you’d entered high school, you parents blamed you for riddling Richie’s vocabulary with swear words, and though they were right, you knew the transformation was inevitable. The attitude you both sported made cussing impossible to avoid, and even if you weren’t there to teach him, one way or another, he still would’ve picked up the habit.
Of course, the attitude would get you two into trouble on occasion.
You were walking past the gymnasium just after school got out on a Thursday, the new cold chill of autumn finally giving summer its cue to leave. You shuddered as you walked, thanking the you from this morning for putting on a sweater. Suddenly, in the midst of your stroll, you heard a familiar voice cry out.
“Get the fuck away from me, you assholes!”
Hoping that the voice didn’t belong to who you suspected, you switched directions and turned down the hall, walked out the opened doors, and found your brother up against a brick wall, a flock of boys surrounding him.
As predicted, the notorious Henry Bowers led the attack, holding the youngest Tozier by his white t-shirt collar, one fist free and ready to punch.
You made a beeline to the scene. This hadn’t been the first occasion of Bowers fucking with your brother and his friends; Richie complained about him every week after school. You’d always promised him that if you were ever there, you’d intervene and save him. Now was your chance.
“Hey! What the fuck?” You said, loudly enough for each member of the Bowers gang to turn around and look at you.
Richie turned with a bloody nose, and upon seeing you, he smiled. “Oh, hey, sis.”
As your gaze fell upon the leader of the gang, it seemed as if you were initiated into a sort of staring contest. His piercing blue eyes locked with your golden brown ones, and you couldn’t look away.
Henry was a lot better looking than you remembered him to be. The last time the two of you had ever noticed one another was during middle school, and you’d done your best to fly under the radar since.
You could tell by the gleam in his eyes, somewhere inside his head, he remembered you.
Slowly, the mullet-wearing teen stood up straight, tossing Richie to the ground and onto Patrick Hockstetter’s feet. Richie quickly crawled behind you before Patrick could grab him.
“This little shit is your brother?” Henry asked, a smirk on his face. His eyes danced over your body, up and down again. “I don’t believe it.”
You didn’t hesitate. “What, did the fuckin’ circle jerk get interrupted, Bowers? You and your goons had to fuck up some kid to get off?” You stepped up in front of him, getting close enough to challenge him, but not close enough to get hit.
The boys were like vultures swarming you. Henry simply smiled and cocked an eyebrow, looking at your mouth.
“I get off in better ways than that, princess. Usually involves a slut like you.” Henry stared at you with dangerous suggestion in his eyes, and your breath instantly hitched in your throat. What were you supposed to say to that?
“Usually involves your right hand-” Richie butted in, and you turned your head around to look at him so fast that he jumped, backing a few steps away from you with his hands up.
“You talk real dirty with that pretty little mouth of yours, Tozier.” Bowers continued, moving ever closer. “What else can you do with it?” He asked, and Belch and Patrick chuckled loudly to themselves.
You narrowed your eyes at him, and replied without skipping a beat. “I can use it to talk to your dad. He’s pretty good friends with my dad, actually. I think if I told him that you tried to fuck up my brother’s face, he’d have some choice fucking words for you, too.”
Henry’s smile faded fast, and the boys’ side laughter had silenced. You didn’t know Henry that well, but it was common knowledge that he wasn’t scared of anything but his dad.
He took two big steps forward, and you didn’t move a muscle, nor look away from his stare. His face was only inches apart from yours.
You couldn’t tell if your heart was beating faster out of fear, or because he was so fucking close to you. Maybe both.
“I won’t fuck with your little brother anymore.” Henry said, quietly. He took another look down at your lips, quickly glancing back at your eyes, almost as if hoping it would go unnoticed. It was almost intimate, the way he stared at you.
You were about to pinch yourself in disbelief at the resignation, about to question why it seemed like he wanted to kiss you, why you nearly wanted to kiss him, an asshole delinquent who just gave your brother a bloody nose - but he began to back up, his typical smirk slowly growing on his face once more.
“I won’t have to. I’ve got a new target.” Henry added, and he walked away, the other boys following after him with equally devilish grins.
Flustered, you felt the rush of adrenaline reminding you to stand your ground. You couldn’t believe he was just walking away.
“Yeah? Hit me with your best shot, you fuck! I’ll be ready for you, whenever you wanna fucking try me!” You called after him, and the boys turned around for only a moment. You were frozen, wondering if you were about to eat your words.
The leader gave you one last chilling glare.
“Watch your back.” Henry warned, and the group stalked off and out of view.
You and your brother stood alone, and you drew in a long, deep breath.
“Wow… You just booked a one way ticket to hell on the Mullet express.” Richie quietly mused.
You turned to him, sighing shakily. “Well, I don’t care, I did it for you.” Tenderly, you wiped a small trail of blood from under his right nostril with your thumb. “Dammit, Bowers.” You hissed under your breath.
Richie looked concerned. “I wouldn’t test him too much, Stacie. He’s not afraid to hurt girls. He’s a real ass.”
“I can tell.” You quietly replied.
Walking back home with your arm around your brother, you felt a wave of uneasiness. Were you really destined to be Bowers next victim?