#ooooh my word this was BREATHTAKING and so well-said

[ohgaylor]

In 2006, the year Taylor Swift released her first single, a closeted country singer named Chely Wright, then 35, held a 9-millimeter pistol to her mouth. Queer identity was still taboo enough in mainstream America that speaking about her love for another woman would have spelled the end of a country music career. But in suppressing her identity, Ms. Wright had risked her life.

In 2010, she came out to the public, releasing a confessional memoir, “Like Me,” in which she wrote that country music was characterized by culturally enforced closeting, where queer stars would be seen as unworthy of investment unless they lied about their lives. “Country music,” she wrote, “is like the military — don’t ask, don’t tell.”

The culture in which Ms. Wright picked up that gun — the same one in which Ms. Swift first became a star — was stunningly different from today’s. It’s dizzying to think about the strides that have been made in Americans’ acceptance of the L.G.B.T.Q. community over the past decade: marriage equality, queer themes dominating teen entertainment, anti-discrimination laws in housing and, for now, in the workplace. But in recent years, a steady drip of now-out stars — Cara Delevingne, Colton Haynes, Elliot Page, Kristen Stewart, Raven-Symoné and Sam Smith among them — have disclosed that they had been encouraged to suppress their queerness in order to market projects or remain bankable.

The culture of country music hasn’t changed so much that homophobia is gone. Just this past summer, Adam Mac, an openly gay country artist, was shamed out of playing at a festival in his hometown because of his sexual orientation. In September, the singer Maren Morris stepped away from country music; she said she did so in part because of the industry’s lingering anti-queerness. If country music hasn’t changed enough, what’s to say that the larger entertainment industry — and, by extension, our broader culture — has?

Periodically, I return to a video, recorded by a shaky hand more than a decade ago, of Ms. Wright answering questions at a Borders bookstore about her coming out. She likens closeted stardom to a blender, an “insane” and “inhumane” heteronormative machine in which queer artists are chewed to bits.

“It’s going to keep going,” Ms. Wright says, “until someone who has something to lose stands up and just says ‘I’m gay.’ Somebody big.” She continues: “We need our heroes.”

What if someone had already tried, at least once, to change the culture by becoming such a hero? What if, because our culture had yet to come to terms with homophobia, it wasn’t ready for her?

What if that hero’s name was Taylor Alison Swift?

In the world of Taylor Swift, the start of a new “era” means the release of new art (an album and the paratexts — music videos, promotional ephemera, narratives — that supplement it) and a wholesale remaking of the aesthetics that will accompany its promotion, release and memorializing. In recent years, Ms. Swift has dominated pop culture to such a degree that these transformations often end up altering American culture in the process.

In 2019, she was set to release a new album, “Lover,” the first since she left Big Machine Records, her old Nashville-based label, which she has since said limited her creative freedom. The aesthetic of what would be known as the “Lover Era” emerged as rainbows, butterflies and pastel shades of blue, purple and pink, colors that subtly evoke the bisexual pride flag.

On April 26, Lesbian Visibility Day, Ms. Swift released the album’s lead single, “ME!,” in which she sings about self-love and self-acceptance. She co-directed a campy music video to accompany it, which she would later describe as depicting “everything that makes me, me.” It features Ms. Swift dancing at a pride parade, dripping in rainbow paint and turning down a man’s marriage proposal in exchange for a … pussy cat.

At the end of June, the L.G.B.T.Q. community would celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots. On June 14, Ms. Swift released the video for her attempt at a pride anthem, “You Need to Calm Down,” in which she and an army of queer celebrities from across generations — the “Queer Eye” hosts, Ellen DeGeneres, Billy Porter, Hayley Kiyoko, to name a few — resist homophobia by living openly. Ms. Swift sings that outrage against queer visibility is a waste of time and energy: “Why are you mad, when you could be GLAAD?”

The video ends with a plea: “Let’s show our pride by demanding that, on a national level, our laws truly treat all of our citizens equally.” Many, in the press and otherwise, saw the video as, at best, a misguided attempt at allyship and, at worst, a straight woman co-opting queer aesthetics and narratives to promote a commercial product.

Then, Ms. Swift performed “Shake It Off” as a surprise for patrons at the Stonewall Inn. Rumors — that were, perhaps, little more than fantasies — swirled in the queerer corners of her fandom, stoked by a suggestive post by the fashion designer Christian Siriano. Would Ms. Swift attend New York City’s WorldPride march on June 30? Would she wear a dress spun from a rainbow? Would she give a speech? If she did, what would she declare about herself?

The Sunday of the march, those fantasies stopped. She announced that the music executive Scooter Braun, who she described as an “incessant, manipulative” bully, had purchased her masters, the lucrative original recordings of her work.

Ms. Swift’s “Lover” was the first record that she created with nearly unchecked creative freedom. Lacking her old label’s constraints, she specifically chose to feature activism for and the aesthetics of the L.G.B.T.Q. community in her confessional, self-expressive art. Even before the sale of her masters, she appeared to be stepping into a new identity — not just an aesthetic — that was distinct from that associated with her past six albums.

When looking back on the artifacts of the months before that album’s release, any close reader of Ms. Swift has a choice. We can consider the album’s aesthetics and activism as performative allyship, as they were largely considered to be at the time. Or we can ask a question, knowing full well that we may never learn the answer: What if the “Lover Era” was merely Ms. Swift’s attempt to douse her work — and herself — in rainbows, as so many baby queers feel compelled to do as they come out to the world?

There’s no way of knowing what could have happened if Ms. Swift’s masters hadn’t been sold. All we know is what happened next. In early August, Ms. Swift posted a rainbow-glazed photo of a series of friendship bracelets, one of which says “PROUD” with beads in the color of the bisexual pride flag. Queer people recognize that this word, deployed this way, typically means that someone is proud of their own identity. But the public did not widely view this as Ms. Swift’s coming out.

Then, Vogue released an interview with Ms. Swift that had been conducted in early June. When discussing her motivations for releasing “You Need to Calm Down,” Ms. Swift said, “Rights are being stripped from basically everyone who isn’t a straight white cisgender male.” She continued: “I didn’t realize until recently that I could advocate for a community that I’m not a part of.” That statement suggests that Ms. Swift did not, in early June, consider herself part of the L.G.B.T.Q. community; it does not illuminate whether that is because she was a straight, cis ally or because she was stuck in the shadowy, solitary recesses of the closet.

On Aug. 22, Ms. Swift publicly committed herself to the as-of-then-unproven project of rerecording and rereleasing her first six albums. The next day, she finally released “Lover,” which raises more questions than it answers. Why does she have to keep secrets just to keep her muse, as all her fans still sing-scream on “Cruel Summer”? About what are the “hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you,” in her chronicle of self-doubt, “The Archer,” if not her identity? And what could the album’s closing words, which come at the conclusion of “Daylight,” a song about stepping out of a 20-year darkness and choosing to “let it go,” possibly signal?

I want to be defined by the things that I love,

Not the things I hate,

Not the things that I’m afraid of, I’m afraid of,

Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night,

I just think that,

You are what you love.

The first time I viewed “Lover” through the prism of queerness, I felt delirious, almost insane. I kept wondering whether what I was perceiving in her work was truly there or if it was merely a mirage, born of earnest projection.

My longtime reading of Ms. Swift’s celebrity — like that of a majority of her fan base — had been stuck in the lingering assumptions left by a period that began more than a decade and a half ago, when a girl with an overexaggerated twang, Shirley Temple curls and Georgia stars in her eyes became famous. Then, she presented as all that was to be expected of a young starlet: attractive yet virginal, knowing yet naïve, not talented enough to be formidable, not commanding enough to be threatening, confessional, eager to please. Her songs earnestly depicted the fantasies of a girl raised in a traditional culture: high school crushes and backwoods drives, princelings and wedding rings, declarations of love that climax only in a kiss — ideally in the pouring rain.

When Ms. Swift was trying to sell albums in that late-2000s media environment, her songwriting didn’t match the image of a sex object, the usual role reserved for female celebrities in our culture. Instead, the story the public told about her was that she laundered her affection to a litter of promising grown men, in exchange for songwriting inspiration. A young Ms. Swift contributed to this narrative by hiding easy-to-decode clues in liner notes that suggested a certain someone was her songs’ inspiration (“SAM SAM SAM SAM SAM SAM,” “ADAM,” “TAY”) or calling out an ex-boyfriend on the “Ellen” show and “Saturday Night Live.” Despite the expansive storytelling in Ms. Swift’s early records, her public image often cast a man’s interest as her greatest ambition.

As Ms. Swift’s career progressed, she began to remake that image: changing her style and presentation, leaving country music for pop and moving from Nashville to New York. By 2019, her celebrity no longer reflected traditional culture; it had instead become a girlboss-y mirror for another dominant culture — that of white, cosmopolitan, neoliberal America.

But in every incarnation, the public has largely seen those songs — especially those for which she doesn’t directly state her inspiration — as cantos about her most recent heterosexual love, whether that idea is substantiated by evidence or not. A large portion of her base still relishes debating what might have happened with the gentleman caller who supposedly inspired her latest album. Feverish discussions of her escapades with the latest yassified London Boy or mustachioed Mr. Americana fuel the tabloid press — and, embarrassingly, much of traditional media — that courts fan engagement by relentlessly, unquestioningly chronicling Ms. Swift’s love life.

Even in 2023, public discussion about the romantic entanglements of Ms. Swift, 34, presumes that the right man will “finally” mean the end of her persistent husbandlessness and childlessness. Whatever you make of Ms. Swift’s extracurricular activities involving a certain football star (romance for the ages? strategic brand partnership? performance art for entertainment’s sake?), the public’s obsession with the relationship has been attention-grabbing, if not lucrative, for all parties, while reinforcing a story that America has long loved to tell about Ms. Swift, and by extension, itself.

Because Ms. Swift hasn’t undeniably subverted our culture’s traditional expectations, she has managed, in an increasingly fractured cultural environment, to simultaneously capture two dominant cultures — traditional and cosmopolitan. To maintain the stranglehold she has on pop culture, Ms. Swift must continue to tell a story that those audiences expect to consume; she falls in love with a man or she gets revenge. As a result, her confessional songs languish in a place of presumed stasis; even as their meaning has grown deeper and their craft more intricate, a substantial portion of her audience’s understanding of them remains wedded to the same old narratives.

But if interpretations of Ms. Swift’s art often languish in stasis, so do the millions upon millions of people who love to play with the dollhouse she has constructed for them. Her dominance in pop culture and the success of her business have given her the rare ability to influence not only her industry but also the worldview of a substantial portion of America. How might her industry, our culture and we, ourselves, change if we made space for Ms. Swift to burn that dollhouse to the ground?

Anyone considering the whole of Ms. Swift’s artistry — the way that her brilliantly calculated celebrity mixes with her soul-baring art — can find discrepancies between the story that underpins her celebrity and the one captured by her songs. One such gap can be found in her “Lover” era. Others appear alongside “dropped hairpins,” or the covert ways someone can signal queer identity to those in the know while leaving others comfortable in their ignorance. Ms. Swift dropped hairpins before “Lover” and has continued to do so since.

Sometimes, Ms. Swift communicates through explicit sartorial choices — hair the colors of the bisexual pride flag or a recurring motif of rainbow dresses. She frequently depicts herself as trapped in glass closets or, well, in regular closets. She drops hairpins on tour as well, paying tribute to the Serpentine Dance of the lesbian artist Loie Fuller during the Reputation Tour or referencing “The Ladder,” one of the earliest lesbian publications in the United States, in her Eras Tour visuals.

During the Eras Tour, Ms. Swift traps her past selves — including those from her “Lover” era — in glass closets.

Dropped hairpins also appear in Ms. Swift’s songwriting. Sometimes, the description of a muse — the subject of her song, or to whom she sings — seems to fit only a woman, as it does in “It’s Nice to Have a Friend,” “Maroon” or “Hits Different.” Sometimes she suggests a female muse through unfulfilled rhyme schemes, as she does in “The Very First Night,” when she sings “didn’t read the note on the Polaroid picture / they don’t know how much I miss you” (“her,” instead of that pesky little “you,” would rhyme). Her songwriting also noticeably alludes to poets whose muses the historical record incorrectly cast as men — Emily Dickinson chief among them — as if to suggest the same fate awaits her art. Stunningly, she even explicitly refers to dropping hairpins, not once, but twice, on two separate albums.

In isolation, a single dropped hairpin is perhaps meaningless or accidental, but considered together, they’re the unfurling of a ballerina bun after a long performance. Those dropped hairpins began to appear in Ms. Swift’s artistry long before queer identity was undeniably marketable to mainstream America. They suggest to queer people that she is one of us. They also suggest that her art may be far more complex than the eclipsing nature of her celebrity may allow, even now.

Since at least her “Lover” era, Ms. Swift has explicitly encouraged her fans to read into the coded messages (which she calls “Easter eggs”) she leaves in music videos, social media posts and interviews with traditional media outlets, but a majority of those fans largely ignore or discount the dropped hairpins that might hint at queer identity. For them, acknowledging even the possibility that Ms. Swift could be queer would irrevocably alter the way they connect with her celebrity, the true product they’re consuming.

There is such public devotion to the traditional narrative Ms. Swift embodies because American culture enshrines male power. In her sweeping essay, “Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence,” the lesbian feminist poet Adrienne Rich identified the way that male power cramps, hinders or devalues women’s creativity. All of the sexist undertones with which Ms. Swift’s work can be discussed (often, even, by fans) flow from compulsory heterosexuality, or the way patriarchy draws power from the presumption that women naturally desire men. She must write about men she surely loves or be unbankable; she must marry and bear children or remain a child herself; she must look like, in her words, a “sexy baby” or be undesirable, “a monster on the hill.”

A woman who loves women is most certainly a monster to a society that prizes male power. She can fulfill none of the functions that a traditional culture imagines — wife, mother, maid, mistress, whore — so she has few places in the historical record. The Sapphic possibility of her work is ignored, censored or lost to time. If there is queerness earnestly implied in Ms. Swift’s work, then it’s no wonder that it, like that of so many other artists before her, is so often rendered invisible in the public imagination.

While Ms. Swift’s songs, largely written from her own perspective, cannot always conform to the idea of a woman our culture expects, her celebrity can. That separation, between Swift the songwriter and Swift the star, allows Ms. Swift to press against the golden birdcage in which she has found herself. She can write about women’s complexity in her confessional songs, but if ever she chooses not to publicly comply with the dominant culture’s fantasy, she will remain uncategorizable, and therefore, unsellable.

Her star — as bright as it is now — would surely dim.

Whether she is conscious of it or not, Ms. Swift signals to queer people — in the language we use to communicate with one another — that she has some affinity for queer identity. There are some queer people who would say that through this sort of signaling, she has already come out, at least to us. But what about coming out in a language the rest of the public will understand?

The difference between any person coming out and a celebrity doing so is the difference between a toy mallet and a sledgehammer. It’s reasonable for celebrities to be reticent; by coming out, they potentially invite death threats, a dogged tabloid press that will track their lovers instead of their beards, the excavation of their past lives, a torrent of public criticism and the implosion of their careers. In a culture of compulsory heterosexuality, to stop lying — by omission or otherwise — is to risk everything.

American culture still expects that stars are cis and straight until they confess themselves guilty. So, when our culture imagines a celebrity’s coming out, it expects an Ellen-style announcement that will submerge the past life in phoenix fire and rebirth the celebrity in a new image. In an ideal culture, wearing a bracelet that says “PROUD,” waving a pride flag onstage, placing a rainbow in album artwork or suggestively answering fan questions on Instagram would be enough. But our current reality expects a supernova.

Because of that expectation, stars end up trapped behind glass, which is reinforced by the tabloid press’s subtle social control. That press shapes the public’s expectations of others’ identities, even when those identities are chasms away from reality. Celebrities who master this press environment — Ms. Swift included — can bolster their business, but in doing so, they reinforce a heteronormative culture that obsesses over pregnancy, women’s bodies and their relationships with men.

That environment is at odds with the American movement for L.G.B.T.Q. equality, which still has fights to win — most pressingly, enshrining trans rights and squashing nonsensical culture wars. But lately I’ve heard many of my young queer contemporaries — and the occasional star — wonder whether the movement has come far enough to dispense with the often messy, often uncomfortable process of coming out, over and over again.

That questioning speaks to an earnest conundrum that queer people confront regularly: Do we live in this world, or the world to which we ought to aspire?

Living in aspiration means ignoring the convention of coming out in favor of just … existing. This is easier for those who can pass as cis and straight if need be, those who are so wealthy or white that the burden of hiding falls to others and those who live in accepting urban enclaves. This is a queer life without friction; coming out in a way straight people can see is no longer a prerequisite for acceptance, fulfillment and equality.

This aspiration is tremendous, but in our current culture, it is available only to a privileged few. Should such an inequality of access to aspiration become the accepted state of affairs, it would leave those who can’t hide to face society’s cruelest actors without the backing of a vocal, activated community. So every queer person who takes issue with the idea that we must come out ought to ask a simple question — what do we owe one another?

If coming out is primarily supposed to be an act of self-actualization, to form our own identities, then we owe one another nothing. This posture recognizes that the act of coming out implicitly reinforces straight and cis identities as default, which is not worth the rewards of outness.

But if coming out is supposed to be a radical act of resistance that seeks to change the way our society imagines people to be, then undeniable visibility is essential to make space for those without power. In this posture, queer people who can live in aspiration owe those who cannot a real world in which our expansive views of love and gender aren’t merely tolerated but celebrated. We have no choice but to actively, vocally press against the world we’re in, until no one is stuck in it.

And so just for a little while longer, we need our heroes.

But if queer people spend all of our time holding out for a guiding light, we might forgo a more pressing question that if answered, just might inch all of us a bit closer to aspiration. The next time heroes appear, are we ready to receive them?

It takes neither a genius nor a radical to see queerness implied by Ms. Swift’s work. But figuring out how to talk about it before the star labels herself is another matter. Right now, those who do so must inject our perceptions with caveats and doubt or pretend we cannot see it (a lie!) — implicitly acquiescing to convention’s constraints in the name of solidarity.

Lying is familiar to queer people; we teach ourselves to do it from an early age, shrouding our identities from others, and ourselves. It’s not without good reason. To maintain the safety (and sometimes the comfort) of the closet, we lie to others, and, most crucially, we allow others to believe lies about us, seeing us as something other than ourselves. Lying is doubly familiar to those of us who are women. To reduce friction, so many of us still shrink life to its barest version in the name of honor or safety, rendering our lives incomplete, our minds lobotomized and our identities unexplored.

By maintaining a culture of lying about what we, uniquely, have the knowledge and experience to see, we commit ourselves to a vow of silence. That vow may protect someone’s safety, but when it is applied to works of culture, it stymies our ability to receive art that has the potential to change or disrupt us. As those with queer identity amass the power of commonplaceness, it’s worth questioning whether the purpose of one of the last great taboos that constrains us befits its cost.

In every case, is the best form of solidarity still silence?

I know that discussing the potential of a star’s queerness before a formal declaration of identity feels, to some, too salacious and gossip-fueled to be worthy of discussion. They might point to the viciousness of the discourse around “queerbaiting” (in which I have participated); to the harm caused by the tabloid press’s dalliances with outing; and, most crucially, to the real material sacrifices that queer stars make to come out, again and again, as reasons to stay silent.

I share many of these reservations. But the stories that dominate our collective imagination shape what our culture permits artists and their audiences to say and be. Every time an artist signals queerness and that transmission falls on deaf ears, that signal dies. Recognizing the possibility of queerness — while being conscious of the difference between possibility and certainty — keeps that signal alive.

So, whatever you make of Ms. Swift’s sexual orientation or gender identity (something that is knowable, perhaps, only to her) or the exact identity of her muses (something better left a mystery), choosing to acknowledge the Sapphic possibility of her work has the potential to cut an audience that is too often constrained by history, expectation and capital loose from the burdens of our culture.

To start, consider what Ms. Swift wrote in the liner notes of her 2017 album, “reputation”: “When this album comes out, gossip blogs will scour the lyrics for the men they can attribute to each song, as if the inspiration for music is as simple and basic as a paternity test.”

Listen to her. At the very least, resist the urge to assume that when Ms. Swift calls the object of her affection “you” in a song, she’s talking about a man with whom she’s been photographed. Just that simple choice opens up a world of Swiftian wordplay. She often plays with pronouns, trading “you” and “him” so that only someone looking for a distinction between two characters might find one. Turns of phrase often contain double or even triple meanings. Her work is a feast laid specifically for the close listener.

Choosing to read closely can also train the mind to resist the image of an unmarried woman that compulsory heterosexuality expects. And even if it is only her audience who points at rainbows, reading Ms. Swift’s work as queer is still worthwhile, for it undermines the assumption that queer identity impedes pop superstardom, paving the way for an out artist to have the success Ms. Swift has.

After all, would it truly be better to wait to talk about any of this for 50, 60, 70 years, until Ms. Swift whispers her life story to a biographer? Or for a century or more, when Ms. Swift’s grandniece donates her diaries to some academic library, for scholars to pore over? To ensure that mea culpas come only when Ms. Swift’s bones have turned to dust and fragments of her songs float away on memory’s summer breeze?

I think not. And so, I must say, as loudly as I can, “I can see you,” even if I risk foolishness for doing so.

I remember the first time I knew I had seen Taylor Alison Swift break free from the trap of stardom. I wasn’t sitting in a crowded stadium in the pouring rain or cuddled up in a movie theater with a bag of popcorn. I was watching a grainy, crackling livestream of the Eras Tour, captured on a fan’s phone.

It’s late at night, the beginning of her acoustic set of surprise songs, this time performed in a yellow dress. She begins playing “Hits Different.” It’s a new song, full of puns, double entendres and wordplay, that toys with the glittering identities in which Ms. Swift indulges.

She’s rushing, as if stopping, even for a second, will cause her to lose her nerve. She stumbles at the bridge, pauses and starts again; the queen of bridges will not mess this up, not tonight.

There it is, at the bridge’s end: “Bet I could still melt your world; argumentative, antithetical dream girl.” An undeniable declaration of love to a woman. As soon as those words leave her lips, she lets out a whoop, pacing around the stage with a grin that cannot be contained.

For a moment, Ms. Swift was out of the woods she had created for herself as a teenager, floating above the trees. The future was within reach; she would, and will, soon take back the rest of her words, her reputation, her name. Maybe the world would see her, maybe it wouldn’t.

But on that stage, she found herself. I was there. Through a fuzzy fancam, I saw it.

And somehow, that was everything.

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[harryssweatcreaturee]

Sunflower.

a/n: (another part for painter!harry) this took me waayyyyy much longer than it should have, but finaallllyyyyyyyyy here it is... many many many thank you’s to my literal queen @lollypopsx for always reading over my work and giving me great ideas. ILOVEYOU.

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Harry has a special fascination for sunflowers. He loves to paint them, draw them, sketch them on the corners of papers if he’s too distracted to focus on what he had to be writing. He doesn’t remember the specific reason or day he grew this captivation for them, but it has yet to falter.

The blinds of his hotel room were wide open, as well as the balcony door. Harry sat outside in the fresh air, an 11x16 canvas sitting on the round table, scattered with acrylic paint. Tubes of yellows, blacks, white, and browns, a couple of brushes and a plastic cup of water. He started at the bottom left with a wilted sunflower; petals dark and droopy, some nearly falling off the disk florets. The middle of the canvas was perceived with a little more life. Some sunflowers missing petals, but more yellow than brown. The stems a darker green, roots still attached as if they’d been pulled out from the soil. And the top of the canvas, adorned in sunflowers filled with life, beautiful and bright as if their purpose were to bring smiles to faces and happiness to hearts – Harry’s mind instantly drew him to (Y/N), brush in hand, stroking white paint over the last few petals of the sunflower at the top right of the canvas.

His heart was racing at the thought of (Y/N). Harry was a bit sad that she hadn’t texted him since last week, but at the same time, he was somewhat glad because he had no idea how the hell he’d gather enough courage to text back. Harry couldn’t explain why (Y/N) made him so nervous. Her beauty was breathtaking, and though he had yet to see her art, he knew she had to be amazing at that too. Her confidence stuck out to him even if in contrast, he lacks it. He could sit down and write twenty-thousand reasons why she makes his heart race, even if they hadn’t known each other for so long.

Once Harry finished his painting, he sat and admired his creation with a small smile on his face, then carefully lifting it up to set it inside for it to dry. Harry’s phone let out a *ding* as he placed the canvas on the table by the front door, his eyes widening a bit at the thought that it could be (Y/N).

And of course, it was.

From (Y/N): ‘Hi, H! Hope you’ve had a good week so far. How are you? What have you been up to?’

Harry’s heart was racing. Her message requested a simple response. Harry had a fine week, he is good. But of course, Harry being Harry, things are never that simple. He grew nervous, rereading the message about a hundred times as if the wording were to change if he looked away for a couple of seconds. He huffed, throwing his phone onto his bed as he paced around the room, racking his brain for an answer.

“C’mon, you idiot. S’just a message.” Harry told himself, shaking his head as he reached for his phone, finally replying to her.

To (Y/N): ‘Hey, (Y/N)… My week was good, hope yours was too.’

To (Y/N): ‘I’ve been good, just working on a painting right now.. You?’

Harry immediately widened his eyes, cursing at himself for double texting. Does that make him seem too desperate? Will she know he had been waiting for her to text him so eagerly even if he was too nervous to even reply?

His mind was going a thousand miles a minute, picking at his cuticles while he thought of ways to apologize if she said something about his way of replying but no… she couldn’t even give him more time to think before she was replying less than a minute after his reply and of course, she mentioned nothing about him double texting her. What a relief.

From (Y/N): ‘Mm, I had a good week too. Thanks. (:’

From (Y/N): ‘Ooooh, mind showing me what you’re painting?’

Harry smiled at his phone like an idiot. She double texted back. Anyone else would find that so insignificant but to someone like Harry who stresses every minute detail of every little thing he does, it made him feel so much better. But regardless, her message got him all anxious again. He never really showed his sunflower pieces to anyone. They were for his eyes only, to safeguard and keep as his little fascination and hobby, away from the rest of the world.

To (Y/N): ‘Well, it’s nothing special. Just some sunflowers, y’know…’

And again, almost instantly, Harry sees those three bubbles show up in the chat and he rushed out of the app, letting out a small huff.

From (Y/N): ‘OMG! I love sunflowers, H… they hold a very special meaning to me. If you ever want to show someone, I’m always here, yeah? Besides, never really seen your art, ha. We never sit near enough to admire each other’s work.’

Somehow, someway, Harry kept on texting (Y/N) for a few more hours. He felt a little more relaxed given that they were only speaking through a screen, and he wouldn’t be stumbling over his words like an idiot in front of her.

The evening was approaching, and Harry realized it was nearly 6 PM meaning it’s been a few hours since the results of a painting contest had been released.

Back when he first arrived in Italy, Harry noticed a poster on a bulletin board near his art class displaying a painting contest with a reward that called out to Harry’s attention: a voucher for another summer abroad for an art program, only it would be in France, and it could be taken any summer within the next three years. A couple more rewards were listed, but really, all Harry wanted was that damn voucher. He remembers making a reminder on his phone for today’s date, but texting (Y/N) had his mind completely revoked from anything else.

Harry rushed to the website, putting in his credentials to log in, pressing buttons that lead him to the status of his entry. His eyes widened, a small gasp emitting from the back of his throat.

He won.

Harry won the voucher and whatever else they were giving.

“No way!!” Harry laughed excitedly to himself, his shaky hands trying to take a screenshot to send to his mum and sister, typing in a messy but excited message that made no sense but got the point across.

Once the excitement died down a little (which wasn’t really possible, but he tried his best to stay calm), Harry went back into the website to accept his rewards, this time thoroughly reading them to find out what else he had won. Harry won the voucher of course, a brand-new set of high-end brushes, and two tickets to the sunflower field museum here in Italy. Harry was surprised. That museum was always sold out, tickets never being able to be held if not bought at least two months in advance.

Harry felt like a little kid opening Christmas presents, nonetheless. The rest of the evening consisted of Harry feeling like he was bouncing on clouds with every step he took around his hotel room. He showered with music blasting, took thousands of pictures of his new canvas that was now dry, there wasn’t a thing that could ruin his bubble of happiness.

The following day started perfect for Harry. He woke up a few hours before his noon class, took himself on a stroll through the city to find himself a cute little café for breakfast (maybe to find some inspiration for his next piece too). After finding the perfect place, Harry pulled out his phone from his pocket – still chewing on a piece from his half-bitten muffin – somehow using both hands to take pictures of the beautiful scenery before him. Busy people roaming the sidewalks of Italy: some puffing on a cigarette, others busy looking down on their phones, a couple walking in pairs and small groups talking about God knows what with huge smiles on their faces.

Who wouldn’t be happy while in Italy? Harry surely was. He’s in an amazing art program that allowed him to travel on a scholarship, he has the most supportive mother that pushed and pushed for him to pursue his artistic abilities despite his fear of rejection and neglection, and well, a pretty girl that makes his heart race with just a look. Harry would never forget Italy.

Noon started to approach, and Harry knew he had to get up and go. He gathered his trash and dumped it, making sure he’d leave the small table he sat at as tidy as possible so the person who would come clean wouldn’t have much to do. That’s just how Harry is and even though someone got paid to come and clean after people, he couldn’t bare leaving a trashy mess behind.

Thankfully, Harry made sure to bring his book-bag with him to avoid having to go back to the hotel before class which gave him more time to spend outside in fresh air. Maybe the fact that he had a great night made him see everything in a brighter light - the sky more blue than usual, the leaves on the trees bright and lively, the wind hitting his skin so nice and chilly in the most perfect way.

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“Good afternoon, studenti. Today, I will be giving you all back your still life canvas’ with your marks before you leave. So please, remind me if I forget.”

Harry did his best to listen attentively to Professor Vitale despite her monotone and low baritone voice, only paying attention when it came to the work he was to do for the class. Especially when he had a little bit of trouble concentrating when his mind was elsewhere, focused on (Y/N) and how pretty she looked that particular day.

Picking apart words and orders, Harry knew today’s focus was on shadows and depth. Thankfully, the professor allowed them all to choose what they could draw as long as they could perceive the features she asked for. And that was fine, Harry could do that.

Given that the room was now adorned with stools and easels in a different placement, they were in two rows, four columns, but facing each other.

Harry could see (Y/N) from where he was sat at the corner of the first row, and perfectly to his advantage, she was at the other opposite corner of the other row. (Y/N) looked up from her easel as if to find inspiration in the room, right until her eyes landed on Harry. She smiled and gave him a little wave in which he returned the smile but awkwardly waved a dry brush at her, furrowing his eyebrows quickly and looking down at his lap as his cheeks flushed red. The epitome of awkward. Harry swore anyone could find his name on the dictionary right by the word.

Nothing came to him. Harry looked around the room, even thought about the beautiful things he’d seen earlier in the morning, but nothing would help him perceive depth and shadows. That was until he looked over at (Y/N) again, the sun creeping in through the window lighting up only one side of her face and - right then and there - Harry knew exactly what he was going to paint.

For a second, he froze. What if she finds out he painted her, and she doesn’t like that? What if that’s inappropriate? How would she even find out? Professor Vitale only gave the canvas’ back to whoever painted them and never displayed them. Really, (Y/N) would only find out through him.

On the other side of the room, (Y/N) just so happened to painting Harry for her own grade. She was just as stuck as he was. She didn’t want to be basic and a paint a flower in a field with the sun shining on it to portray its shadow on the ground right behind it. So, Harry seemed like the best bet. He was at a perfect view from her stool, sitting on the darker side of the room. What could be better?

Both painting each other without a clue, stealing long glances from each other though trying to avoid looking straight into each other’s eyes like the bubonic plague. Anyone looking at them from an outside perspective would laugh at them, would poke fun for two grown individuals crushing on each other like grade school kids.

The length of the class always varied. It all depended on the benchmark that day, whatever Professor Vitale had in mind. After all, they were all there for that specific class so if the professor warranted for an eight-hour class, then that’s how long they all had to be there. It had been about four hours, Harry finishing up his last touches on the shadows he’s created on (Y/N)’s face, content with the masterpiece created before him, all at the wake of his hands dripping every bit of his talent. Has he ever created such a breathtaking piece? He doesn’t think so.

Harry cleared his throat, a little nervous to speak up while the room was dead silent. “Professoressa Vitale… mi scusi signora. I’m done.” Harry doesn’t know why speaking up in class always works him up, feeling embarrassed to interrupt people’s peace and serenity just to speak up and say he was done. Nonetheless, he let out a deep breath as the professor walked over. She stood behind Harry, admiring his work with a stern nod and that same stoic look on her face, always seeming unimpressed. Harry looked up at her from his seating position on the stool, noticing how the professor looked towards (Y/N) for a second before looking back at his canvas.

“Hm, you’ve done very well, Harry. Assolutamente fantastico. Puoi andare.” Harry let out a breath in relief, nodding with a shy smile as his eyes trained over his perfect canvas. With a quick grab of his bag, Harry rushed out of the class. He looked at the time on his phone, eyeing inside of the room through the small window the door offered, eyes focusing on (Y/N) as he decided he’d wait for her until she was done – no matter how’d long she’d take.

It didn’t take more than 30 minutes of Harry waiting outside sat by the door before (Y/N) was walking out with that killer smile on her face. Always so happy and it warmed Harry’s heart. “Harry? You waited for me?”

Harry got up with a sheepish chuckle, wiping his sweaty hands on his black jeans. He shrugged and took in a deep breath. “Uh, yeah. Hope that was okay…” (Y/N) giggled and nodded, her hands shoved in her back pocket as they both slowly walked to the parking lot. “Of course, H. Don’t mind at all. Did you find today’s benchmark hard? Took me a bit to finally find what I wanted to paint.” Harry was grateful she didn’t ask what he had painted, he’d properly pass out trying to lie.

“Mm, I like shadowing. Wasn’t awfully hard. But yeah, struggled too finding my inspiration, ‘till it jus’ came to me.” A comfortable silence fell over the two, but of course, Harry didn’t do well with that. In his mind, it felt like it just gave (Y/N) time to find things wrong in Harry and never talk to him again. She was far too good for him, or so he thought.

Harry scratched the back of his head nervously, finally feeling a little braver to speak up again. “So, um, y’know that sunflower museum they’ve got here? The one near that pretty tower in Tuscany?” Immediately, her face lit up with a small gasp. “Oh, yes! I’ve been dying to go there but they’re always sold out! The next dates available are for when the program is over, so I won’t be here.” Harry felt his heart pick up in pace, his hands even sweatier than usual as he chuckled at her little bout of excitement.

“Hm, well… I have two tickets. I was wondering if maybe you’d… y’know, maybe want t’come with me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Jus’ have a spare ticket and I’ve no one else to go with so- “

(Y/N) stopped Harry’s rambling with her hands now on his shoulders, halting their steps as Harry’s eyes widened nervously. Did he talk too much? Is she annoyed by his nervous rambling? He was not ready for her rejection. Can the world just crack open and swallow him?

“Of course. I’d love to come with you, Harry. I’d go anywhere with you.” Harry felt his heart now stop in comparison to its usual fast pace around (Y/N), a shy smile finding residence on his pink lips in something close to relief. “Really?” He asked above a whisper, eyes hopeful and soft. “Yeah. Anywhere. I like being around you.” Harry felt his heart rush again, pumping blood throughout his body once more to bring back the color to his cheeks. (Y/N)’s hands dropped from his shoulders, down his arms and he felt her warm fingers wrap around his wrists for a few seconds before she completely dropped her hands back to her sides. His skin felt cold again and he’d do anything to feel her touch once more.

“Um, I’ll text you then… I’ll pick you up on Saturday if that’s okay.” (Y/N) smiled at his nervousness, giggling softly with a nod. “Perfectly fine by me. Can’t wait for our date, Harry. See you soon.” Just at that, she left Harry standing in the middle of the parking lot with his eyes wide and throat dry. A date… Harry sighed as his mind went miles a minute. He started thinking about what he’d wear, what time he’d pick her up, what cologne he’d have on that hopefully (Y/N) would like.

Harry didn’t want to go straight to the hotel. He still had curiosity in his bones to explore more of Italy. Without another plan in mind, he got on his Vespa and drove off to the opposite side of the hotel.

He ended up in a street decorated with a bunch of small shops, parking nearby to walk into every shop one-by-one. He was fascinated and directly drawn to the art store hugged by a jewelry store and a gelato parlor. The lights were only dimmed with bulbs accentuating what’s being sold, an older gentleman behind the counter with a newspaper in his hands, and soft piano music filling the store. Harry felt happy. He was like a kid in a candy shop, his eyes looking at everything, and if he really could he’d buy the whole damn store. He nearly did, leaving with a bag filled with new tubes of paint and a couple new brushes which he stuffed into his book-bag as he headed out. The night was getting closer and closer, but Harry didn’t want his little excursion to end just yet.

Looking into the jewelry shop, Harry thought about possibly getting his mum a little appreciation gift for being so supportive of all his choices. He went inside and after roaming the clear countertops encasing the most beautiful jewelry he’d ever seen, Harry decided on a simple silver bracelet. As he reached for his wallet in his back pocket, Harry’s eyes landed on a gorgeous silver necklace with a palette pendant that held the primary colors on a tiny little brush. His thoughts ran straight to (Y/N).  How weird would it be if he got her that? Maybe she’d like it. But what if she finds the gesture sweet and thoughtful?

After a long internal debate, Harry decided to hell with it and bought it too. He decided he was tired of being too afraid to make the wrong choices and learn to live a little on the edge – but just a little.

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Saturday couldn’t come any slower. Anyone would think Harry would want the days to fly by. But the closer Saturday got, the more nervous Harry grew. Knowing it was going to be a date made him feel pressure. Harry’s a detailed person. He remembers everything. He’s all about the small things that people appreciate, even if it’s just the thought that someone was thinking of you, so they bought that silly pen with a panda at the end of it because you like it. But God, he felt like he had to impress her, as if being himself wasn’t enough.

After (Y/N) had texted Harry her current location, Harry gave himself a quick pep talk in the mirror as he fixed his hair and spritzed on his favorite cologne.

“Y’got this. You look just fine.”

Harry huffed, shaking his head at the fact that he really just spoke to himself in order to soothe his nerves. Before heading out, he made sure he grabbed the navy-blue velvet box despite his shaky hands and messy thoughts.

The drive to (Y/N)’s location wasn’t long. It was near to their class and after realizing she was staying in a house, he wondered if she knew someone here in Italy or was staying with a host family. His thoughts were then interrupted once (Y/N) came out of the door. She was wearing a beautiful sundress which funny enough was covered in sunflowers. That signature smile on her face that Harry tells himself she pulls out only for him to make himself feel better.

“You look beautiful, (Y/N).” Harry parked the Vespa and used his foot to keep balance on the ground though that didn’t do too much because his nerves nearly threw him to the ground. (Y/N) murmured a soft thank you as she hiked her leg around from behind Harry and sat comfortably, her arms hugging at his waist and there it was. Harry felt all his nerves wash away and his heart steady in pace. Her presence and touch brought him comfort and though he was only slightly nervous, this was okay. This was good.

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“Look, H! They fixed the bushes to look like an archway to the sunflowers!”

Harry was so happy to see how excited (Y/N) was to be there. She was holding Harry’s wrist and guiding him to everything she wanted to see, and Harry couldn’t help but follow behind her like a lost puppy. He was almost overwhelmed by all the beauty. In between his favorite flower and (Y/N), he could drown and perish happily.

Standing in the middle of the sunflower field was exhilarating. This was all Harry every painted so perfectly and in every way. He took so many pictures (even sneaking some of (Y/N) walking through the field), finding inspiration for his next canvas.

Harry looked around and was pleased to find that they were in a spot that wasn’t heavily filled with people that could overhear their conversation or peek at what they were doing. “Hey, I’m going to get something from my scooter really quick. Wait for me here, please?” (Y/N) looked up from where she was kneeling at the flowers, furrowing her eyebrows a bit to Harry. “Are you sure? I can come with.” Harry felt his nerves kick in again and quickly shook his head before he rethought all of it over and decided on not giving her the necklace. “Yeah, it’s okay. Uh… just wait here.”

Before she could say another word, Harry scurried off to his scooter. His mind ran different scenarios of how things could go wrong before thinking of the first one where this was all a good idea. Harry finally reached the scooter, opening the seat where things could be stored and grabbed the velvet box. Harry let out a deep breath as he walked back towards the field, promising to himself that even if she wasn’t happy with the necklace, she was happy to come to the sunflower field and that was enough for Harry.

He wasn’t surprised to find that she was in the exact spot where she was once he left, only now she was sitting on her legs and holding a sunflower in one hand with her phone in the other. Harry mirrored her position by sitting on the ground beside her, holding the box in both hands. “So… the other day I was at this store getting my mum a gift and I saw something y’might like… Couldn’t help myself to get it for you. I’m sorry if it’s not something you like but it’s just that it made me think of you and-“

It seemed like it was redundant at this point. Every time Harry went on rambling, (Y/N) would do something to stop him and assure everything was okay. She dropped her phone onto her lap and wrapped her fingers around his forearm, her thumb rubbing his skin in soft movements. “Harry, listen to me. You don’t ever have to be nervous around me, okay? You could never say anything wrong. You’re so sweet, you know that? And more importantly, you could’ve gotten me a napkin and the thought alone is more than enough for me to like it. I’d be so happy no matter what.”

Harry let out a nervous chuckle and nodded at her words, rolling his lips into his mouth as he built up the courage to show her the necklace. “Means a lot to me…” He looked down to his hands then back at (Y/N), handing her the velvet box as his eyes attentively watched her despite her affirmation that she’d be happy no matter what.

(Y/N) opened the box, instantly being greeted by the prettiest necklace she’d ever seen, a huge smile on her lips as her arms wrapped around Harry. “Harry, this is beautiful! How- I just. Wow, I don’t even know what to say. Thank you for being so thoughtful.” Harry was so glad she liked it. Nothing could’ve prepared him if this were a different case. He wanted everything to be just as beautiful as (Y/N) but that was impossible. Nothing could beat her beauty. “Would you put it on me?” Harry smiled and nodded, reaching to grab the necklace from the box and getting on his knees to be a little above her level and clasping the necklace around her neck.

For a second, Harry felt all the air sucked out him as soon as he sat back down, and his eyes landed right on (Y/N)’s. Her face was soft in expressions but seeming as if her mind was stuck on something and Harry was afraid of what it could mean. He swallowed hard as his eyes widened just a bit and his suspicions seemed to be true when (Y/N) leaned in. Harry stupidly yanked a sunflower from the ground and put it in between them, grabbing her hand and handing her the flower. “God, I’m so sorry.. I- I just don’t want to mess this up and now I’ve done something I’m sure isn’t allowed and I look like a fool.”

Harry was sure (Y/N) would be upset, maybe a bit embarrassed but instead, she broke into a fit of laughter as Harry stood up nervously shifting from one foot to another. She held onto her stomach as she tried to get up, holding onto Harry’s arm before she started to run. Harry was confused but he followed behind her until they stopped at his scooter, and both fought as their lungs did everything possible to suck in fresh air and settle down. “What? Why- why did we run? Are you upset?” (Y/N) shook her head as she giggled, holding a finger up as she tried to compose herself, softly huffing when she finally gathered that she was okay and could speak.

“Harry, I could never be upset. I understand how you feel, and I should’ve asked first. I ran because you yanked a sunflower from the ground and that can get you banned from coming ever again.” He smiled at her and looked down at her hand holding the sunflower as he chuckled, “Um… guess you’ve got souvenir then?” (Y/N) nodded and hummed happily, standing on her tippy toes to plant a sweet and chaste kiss onto Harry’s red cheek. “Take me home, sunflower.”

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[atinymonster]

[KINGDOM: LEGENDARY WAR] episode seven

ateez 9th member.

➴ taglist: @banhmi07, @jiyeons-closet​, @jaeminpeachy​, @mochibabycakes

➴ masterlist

when jiyu wasn’t seen in any of the previews,

fans were scared and lowkey shocked since they thought she wasn’t in any of the subunits

until the 120 second kingdom contacts came out and she was in the thumbnail with...

peniel!! :D

meaning she was in the dance unit

as she should because have you heard of her performances from rounds one and two???

“What do you mean I’m scary?” Jiyu asked with a pout. She never pinned herself as intimidating, but apparently the few murmurs of agreement from the others watching on the side. 

“Not in a bad way!” Peniel quickly explained. “It’s just that you’re so different now compared to when I see you on stage that it’s just scary sometimes.”

“Ahh,” she hummed, understanding what he meant. People have always commented on her stage presence, but this was the first time someone told her outright that it was intimidating. 

“I even mentioned it on Dive Studios the other day...”

“Eh? Really?”

“Yeah, Eric started laughing at me until I showed him your fancam from the first round,” Peniel chuckled, recalling how Eric’s face morphed into amazement that “such energy came from a small girl”, so he said.  

She suddenly felt shy at the thought of senior idols from Dive Studios watching her fancam. Cupping her pink cheeks in her hands, she heard Wooyoung’s loud voice ring throughout the room.

“AHH Baby Monster’s shy!”

when changmin started announcing rankings,

she was surprised they ranked second overall

baby was just happy they ranked in the top three :((

when changmin introduced super junior’s shindong and donghae as two of the special judges out of the 33,

she gasped and went :o (like literally all the boys)

she was really anticipating all of the stages since it wasn’t everyday they could collab with each other

but she had a dilemma since her boyfriend was in the opposite team and in the rap stage :((

she remembered sunwoo fanboying over bobby to her when she visited his dorm for his birthday :((

but she also found it really ironic that sunwoo and hwiyoung were performing together after all that happened

either way, she jammed out to their beat and lyrics

when wooyoung said hwiyoung was sexy and jongho went “i told you” she did a double take

“oOoOh jongho”

“i’m surprised you managed to save hwiyoung from sunwoo” (yeosang)

“...it took a while, but i managed”

(but that didn’t stop sunwoo from being the tiniest bit of savage towards hwiyoung when they were preparing—)

(and why hwiyoung felt the need to use formal language with sunwoo—)

cheered so hard for the mayfly rap team

she was already mesmerized when she watched their rehearsals, but the actual performance was just breathtaking

“that’s our leader!!” 🥺

when minhyuk made his grand entrance she went :O

she made sure to not hit anyone out of excitement with her left hand since it had the claw rings on them and she didn’t want to accidentally stab someone

she pat hongjoong’s head when he came back to the waiting room :((

(she’s the only one he allows to do that because he likes happy jiyu)

please when it was the dance unit’s turn she really stood up and started stretching even though they go after it’s one

but she found it’s one’s dance performance so pretty and elegant

“they all look so pretty!”

it seemed to fly by because before she knew it, it was mayfly’s turn

she actually wasn’t as nervous this time because she had a duo part with felix :D

but that didn’t mean she felt pressure

since they also recorded the song with their own voices, she was also able to showcase her rapping in the beginning (after felix’s part)

please, everyone wasn’t expecting her to sound so different when she raps 😭

her and felix’s duo part when they made eye contact? everyone ate that up

because they both looked so immersed in the performance and the feral look in both their eyes

and she lifted her left hand to accentuate the accessories on her fingers

peeked over her shoulder real quick to look at felix and wooyoung’s stunt before silently cheering that they safely succeeded

please, after the performance and her ending fairy moment, 

she became the junior artists’ idol crush right then and there

even the other judges were impressed with her energy and power

but that persona went away as fast as it made its appearance because when the staff gave the okay, her earlier facial expression dropped and she lowkey started tearing up when they started to cheer and gather for a group hug

“oh no baby monster’s crying!” 

“n-no i’m not!”

(thanks for exposing her wooyoung—)

“why why why?”

got crushed my mama seonghwa’s hug as he asked why she was tearing up :((

“Jiyu was pretty worried about the performance,” Wooyoung explained, patting her knee. “She was worried about not being able to keep up and it kind of stressed her out since she didn’t want to be the reason we lose points. It got to the point where she was the last one out of the practice room almost everyday.”

She nodded along to what he was saying, remembering all those nights when she stayed late to go over the choreography over and over again until she was satisfied.

"Don’t worry, our maknae did so well!” Peniel reassured, turning around to shoot her a grin. “She killed it out there!”

A small smile appeared on her face at everyone’s attempts to reassure her. because she was genuinely worried about falling behind or even lacking at certain parts of the performance. But those worries were quickly dispelled. 

“We all managed to become really close with one another within this time period, and whether we win or lose, there’ll definitely be no regrets since we gave it our all. And even though after this, our time as a Mayfly will be over and we go back to competing against each other again, but we’ll always be cheering each other on,” she finished with a small nod. 

Everyone nodded, agreeing with her words. They all appreciated the time they had together, even though it was endless, tiring hours of perfecting their performance. 

“Who said this decides when the journey ends?” Peniel joked, earning whoops of “ooh’s” and agreement.  

Jiyu chuckled at the man’s hype. “If that’s the case, it looks like this mayfly lives on for eternity!”

in conclusion, she grew really attached to the mayfly dance unit 🥺

bonus: peniel managed to get over his intimidation of her after spending time with her and realizing she was just a kid (that turns into a monster whenever she has to peform) :D

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[butterysalt]

Thanks For Existing | Sherlock x Reader

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x reader (gender neutral)

Summary: In order to make a point to Irene, Sherlock goes out of his way to express his gratitude and make sure that you know what you mean to him.

Word Count: 1,504

Contains: Soft Sherlock

A/N: Haha I guess I much prefer writing Sherlock as “only a little bit of an asshole”. Enjoy!

You and Sherlock were in the records room for a few hours now searching for a very specific piece of information for a case. He stood beside you, watching idly as you flipped through the evidence files in the big metal cabinets. It wasn’t as though you had really noticed that he stopped looking around to be able to jab at him.

When you were concentrating on something and your mind isolated itself — your own “normal people” version of a mind palace, if you will — your eyebrows would furrow or twitch and you would gently grind your molars… Like how Sherlock noted that you were doing now.

“Hah!” Your eyes lit up suddenly and a bright grin flashed on your face. You drew out a single vanilla folder, flipping through the papers to check its contents and nodding triumphantly. A small smile crept onto Sherlock’s face as he watched you claim your success and do a ridiculous victory jig in the records room.

You shuffled over to him, still bouncing, waving the flat file at him in a taunting way and playfully bopping your fists into his shoulder. “I found ittt, I’m so resourceful ooooh,” you sang, mocking him shamelessly. Sherlock rolled his eyes at your nonsense and made a deep groveling chuckle that buzzed within his chest. Then he sucked in a slow breath and pondered silently.

“Y/n,” you rose a brow and urged him expectantly as you slipped the evidence report into your bag. “Are you free to get dinner with me tonight?”

You tensed up, snapping your head towards him incredulously. Sherlock stood, anticipating your response. Even for a mechanical detective like himself, you dared to go out on a limb and say he looked a little nervous.

After a few seconds of tense staring, you sputtered to yourself and saw that he was being completely serious. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, readjusting the strap of your bag on your arm and checked the clock.

“Oh… uhm, well, we finally found that bloody file so I suppose I am for the night,” you murmured unsurely, mostly to yourself. Your eyes rose carefully to meet Sherlock’s. It was so  nerve wracking to make eye contact when his icy stare was so trained on you. “Where did you have in mind?”

Sherlock grinned, “Oh, just something in mind.” The careful response surprised you and your eyes squinted at him in suspicion. He only winked at you and turned to leave the room. For now, you dismissed his secrecy and followed the tail of his trench coat, pursuing the mystery.

The supposedly super-secret location that Sherlock was taking you to was his favorite hot chips stand. A part of you was confused due to how grand he was hyping up the destination to be. But it was fitting. You’ve known Sherlock long enough to know that chips were one of the only things out of the very few in this world that could get through to him during some of his darkest times.

Both of you paid for your chips and sat on a cold bench on the bridge. The deep vibrant painted sky that the setting sun had cast over London was dispersing into tufts of a dark red and blue. The view was breathtaking.

You never had as much time as you’d like to admit to stop working and appreciate what life had to give. Your heart swelled greatly at the realization that no day ever changed. The birds danced with the merciful breeze, singing a devoted song for another. The water underneath the bridge slapped against the brick structure, ringing special bells and melodies in your ears.

The last yellow light over the horizon was pacing its way down the tall buildings of the city, decorating the glossy towers with dazzling sparkles. And then, the whole world was enveloped by a dark velvety cloak of stars and constellations. For a moment, time became irrelevant and everyone was forced to revel in it. This is what you’ve been missing out on all this time.

“Sherlock?” The detective hummed as he chewed his fresh chips. His eyes remained in front of him, gazing towards the blobs of light dancing in the city across the ocean.

“Why did you ask me to dinner tonight?” You asked warily. Sherlock stuffed his face with another handful and downed it as quickly as he consumed it. He shrugged stubbornly. “I wanted chips.”

A puff of disbelief slipped out and you allowed the growing smile to spread on your face. You rustled your own chips in your tray and began to clench and unclench your hand subconsciously. “... Was that all?”

Sherlock leaned back into the bench, eating in a much more polite manner this time. “It’s a thank you,” he said simply. You frowned and tilted your head in his direction. “A thank you? For what?”

“... Being here,” he uttered before shoving another chip in his mouth. Your eyes widened and you felt your lips parted in surprise. He wouldn’t look at you but rather just continue distracting himself with food. That’s a first.

A warmth grew in your cheeks and you lingered in contemplation before taking a bite of your own chips. You both looked forward, ignoring the silence among the two of you. But the setting was calm. Now that the sun had already set, so did the city.

You murmured quietly, “Well in that case, thank you as well.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him either as you thanked him. You darted your eyes in any other direction and hastily chewed.

Sherlock glanced at you from the corner of his eyes and his lips formed a smirk. Even when you weren’t directly looking at him, he could see the way your eyes sparkled and lit up when he was around you. You enjoyed each other's company and that was enough proof for Sherlock to believe that you really do mean something to him.

“You don’t want to have dinner with me,” Irene asked, but it came out more as a statement.

“No thanks,” Sherlock responded flatly. The woman rose a brow and a sly expression graced her face. She crossed her legs and leaned forward. “Oh? Now that’s interesting.” Sherlock kept his eyes closed as a way to actively ignore her but he perked a silent brow.

He could easily hear the smirk in the Woman’s voice. “Are they that special to you?” This made his brows twitch. Despite her personal jabs, Sherlock still refused to look in her direction.

A sultry laugh came from her throat. “To prove me wrong, you, Sherlock Holmes of all people, would go out of your way to play with another one of your pets. You really can’t lose at anything, can you?” Irene chuckled to herself and tilted her head, gazing at the slight facial tremors on his features. “Unless, you want my attention that badly?”

“Excuse me?” Irene grinned and bounced her shoulders. “I’m only stating, Mr. Holmes. It is a mystery how you work. You deny it, but you’re very emotional.”

His eyes were wide open now and glaring at her. He dropped his hands on the chair’s armrests. “You don’t know anything about me, Ms. Adler.”

“Is that right?” She hummed. Irene slowly got to her feet and approached the detective until she was standing in front of him. “You’ll do anything to win, Holmes. Trust me, I know. But is it possible for you to win anything and everything? A very specific person of interest by chance?”

“I don’t understand,” Sherlock said carefully. Irene lowered herself onto his lap and rested against his chest. The man did not flinch nor move away. He stared her dead in the eyes.

“You don’t know how to be intimate with someone. How to satisfy a person. At least not properly.” Sherlock rose a brow, questioning that notion.

Irene flirted and adjusted her position, leaning all her weight against him now. “Believe me, I can see the lechery in your eyes. But you won’t be able to keep them, you know. It's all a game to you. Do you really think that these boring people have the will to put up with geniuses such as you and me?”

Sherlock remained stone in his spot, glaring at the woman straddling him. Irene thought she was effectively intimidating him until he leaned forward, close enough to say words only they could hear.

“You’re not special to me.” Her eyes rose to meet his and she felt a chill run through her. “You’re not different. Not unique nor brilliant. You’re the same as any one else I’ve ever perceived. Just way in over your head.”

Sherlock easily pushed her off his lap then stood and shoved his hands in his pockets, turning away from her. The Woman stood back, staring at his back in shock.

Holmes opened the door to his bedroom and hollered behind him, “Lock the door before you leave, thanks!”

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Uhm,,👉🏽👈🏽 could I request a lil smth for draco who maybe has a crush(?) on a hufflepuff who's rowdy but acts like a sweetheart once you're close enough to them? Very much someone who play fights but will also hold hands an kiss their friends, if u don't wanna it's okay! sorry if this is a bit much <:0

Owl Me. {Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader} 

(if you wanted this in the reader’s pov i sincerely apologize)

Warnings: fluff, maybe one curse word, jealous!draco

a/n: this is legit my first request ever, and I had so much fun writing it. however, I’m not really sure if I like the final product so please leave some feedback if you can.... anyways,, enjoy!!

She is holding my hand.

She is holding my hand.

SHE is HOLDING MY HAND.

Don’t screw this up, you bloody idiot.

“Malfoy, you need to hurry! We’re going to miss the announcement!” Y/N dragged me along, leading the way down to the Great Hall. 

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, L/N, I’m sure McGonagall is still fixing her hair--” Letting go of my hand, she whacked my shoulder, “--ow!”

“Can it.” She narrowed her eyes. However, her glare softened up quickly as her amused laugh filled the corridor. I stopped dead in my tracks, crossing my arms, nevertheless she began yanking at me once again.

“Okay, I’m sorry!” Y/N surrendered, “But seriously? Move faster.”

Deciding to oblige with the incessant Hufflepuff, we ran down the last of the corridor, making it to the Great Hall just in time. Enveloped by the awkward silence, we parted ways, sitting at our respective tables as Professor McGonagall began her speech.

“Sneaking off with the ‘puff?” Whispered Blaise.

I immediately scoffed, rubbing my shoulder, “I wouldn’t call her that…”

“--The Yule Ball is first and foremost, a dance. I expect nothing less than standard behavior, and I will be most seriously displeased if any Hogwarts student embarrasses the school in any way…” McGonagall continued.

From across the room I could already see Cedric Diggory staring at Y/N, who kept her eyes trained on the professor, completely oblivious. I wanted to get up, say something, be jealous, do the dramatics. But something stopped me.

Diggory was clearly the better match. The rest of the happy-go-lucky Hufflepuffs would surely encourage them to go together, and I’m sure it would be best if I chose a girl of my own house to escort. But the simple truth was: I didn’t want to.

Yes, it would be easier. And yes, it would involve far less courage. After all, I am no Gryffindor, right?

Catching my stare, Y/N sent a dazzling smile in my direction before turning away.

Merlin help me.

---Five Days Until Christmas---

“I don’t understand why we can’t just go together, Draco, it’s not like either of us have dates yet.” Said Pansy as my friends and I walked out into the Courtyard.

“It’s because he’s too busy pining over L/N, can you imagine?”

“Piss off, Nott.” 

Pansy rolled her eyes, “Well good luck with that, because it looks like Diggory is stealing your date”

Our heads snapped over to the columns, where the two had been talking back and forth. Irritation flew over me, my dislike for the supposed ‘Quidditch Star’ intensifying. To make things worse, their conversation ended with Y/N planting a kiss right on his cheek before walking away.

“Ooooh,”

“Yikes.”

“Better luck next time...”

I was no longer in the mood for my friends’ sympathetic jests, so I left, trying my hardest not to hex Diggory on the way back to the common room. He’s probably picking out ties right now, planning out all the ways he can win Y/N over.

The mere thought of them dating filled me with such envy, to the point where it felt embarrassing. I, Draco Malfoy, a bloody Slytherin of all houses, am giving up my crush without even trying? What a painful thought.

Y/N has been on the forefront of my mind since the fifth year, when she suddenly approached me after a Quidditch game. To my utter surprise, she complimented my abilities as seeker, despite her house losing badly just minutes prior.

“Draco?” The slapping footsteps behind me caught my attention, “Are you alright?”

Unclenching my fists, I turned around, only to see Y/N completely out of breath. “You just stormed out of the Courtyard, did something happen?” She asked, stepping closer.

I avoided her question, crossing my arms. “You and Diggory, huh?”

Her face dropped, suddenly confused by the passiveness, “Diggory?”

“Yes, him.”

Y/N’s face flashed with first embarrassment, then realization, “You saw that, didn’t you.” She tried going in for a hug, but I quickly stepped back. “What the hell?” She asked. Sensing the silence, she began to explain, “Draco, I turned him down.” 

“You did what?” I asked, basking in the slight mental relief.

“I said, I turned him down. Cedric and I are just friends. I really don’t understand why you’re so upset by this.” She said genuinely, tugging at the sleeves of her robe.

But she kissed him on the cheek, is that a Hufflepuff thing? I seriously cannot wrap my head around this girl, “It didn’t look like you were turning him down.” I responded, relaxing my stance. “You know, I’m sure this won’t be the first time someone asks you to the dance.”

“Really?” She asked, suddenly sheepish.

Right then and there, I wanted to tell her everything, and just face my fears. It took every last bit of courage within me to blurt out these words. Even if she does reject me, at least I can sleep at night knowing I gave my full honesty.

“You know, Y/N, around you, people feel safe, that's just how you affect us all. I'm sure there are a lot of people who have a crush on you. I'm one of them. I realize this could all have been platonic, like it was with Diggory, so I won’t blame you if this is all unrequited.  But by any chance, if you feel the same way, if any of this resonates with you. Send me an owl.”

By the end of my speech, my hands were stuffed into my pockets out of nervousness. Without another word, I pulled them out, despite their shakiness, and gently placed them beneath her ears. After pressing a singular kiss to her forehead, I walked away, unable to face any immediate rejection.

The next morning, the Slytherin table was harassed by incoming letters. Nearly ten of them, all addressed and written with the same scraggly handwriting, were dropped directly in front of me. And yet again, from across the room, the most breathtaking sent my heart into shock.

#draco imagines #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco fic #draco x fem!reader #draco x female reader #draco x y/n #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy fluff #jealous!draco #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy imagine #malfoy x y/n #malfoy x reader

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My Golden Curse - Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: Hello again, I may have stumbled upon the Pedro Pascal fandom and I can’t get out, and I saw someone posted that they wanted an imagine with Maxwell Lord and the reader in which one of them gets kidnapped and the other just goes ballistic, and I basically kept getting that idea stuck in my head, this was only supposed to be a drabble but oh well. This depiction of Maxwell Lord is closer to the DC Comics version of him and not the movie but it has Pascal’s Lord’s likeness, so it’s like a combination of the two.

Also, I have survived my finals and had taken a break from writing for a while but I’m back and I have some ideas for my Lucifer multi-chapter fic as well. I also have an idea for a John Wick fic but I have no idea if anyone wants to read that.

Warnings: Typical comic-book violence, cursing (like two curse words), blood mentioned, kidnapping, bruises and injuries (like ribs breaking, a concussion, and a few lacerations

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Maxwell Lord IV prided himself on presentation. Everything had to be pristine and everything, even the garbage can by his desk had to be impeccable, because his business and himself in general, are put out on display for the public. He is a figurehead and a showman, so when you came along to be his assistant and secretary he was at first apprehensive because you didn’t dress as provocatively as he may have like and you didn’t look as model-esque as his other secretaries in the past. You didn’t apply to Chimtech to be fucked by your boss, you were good at your job and you aspire to show off your skills.

However, time went on when you first started to work for Maxwell Lord and you did a phenomenal job, whenever he was in a meeting you would always make sure to listen and take notes of what he needed while he was in the meeting. Whenever he requested for you to fax an item you would’ve made sure to have done it five minutes prior. Maxwell had no idea how you could be so efficient at your job, but he damn well appreciates it even if he rarely ever mentions it to you.

It’s an odd relationship that you guys have worked yourself in, a friendly relationship it seems, but both of you are teetering on the edge of wanting more. There have been teasing nicknames, mostly from you, you had a plethora of nicknames that you would give him, ranging from “Sandy” to “Ken”, but “Golden boy” was your favorite.

You would never admit this to him or even to yourself but you actually liked his blonde locks. In certain lightings, when you look at him you swear he was Midas, covered in his own golden curse. It was breathtaking to watch him at some points, but you always try to cover up your flustered state.

You knew Maxwell well, some may say too well for a secretary, but you rarely saw the side of him that most of his competitors and fellow businessmen saw, and that was the merciless and ruthless side to his tactics on getting what he wanted. Everyone in the public eye saw him as just the “King of Infomercials” but there was a reason why and how he got that title in the first place. Who knew the infomercial world could be so cruel and hectic?

You were able to catch glimpses of Maxwell’s amazing abilities of persuasion and showmanship, he was able to get people to admit to what they want and get them to go out and seize, whether that was good or bad. There was a particular talent that you find out he has and it was his ability to drag out people’s hidden desires, there were times when the people he used this talent were a shock as the people around them when they admitted to what they really wanted.

He was a golden idol of his own creation; he had to be especially to the people around him. However, that golden facade can only keep him held up for so long when the people he handed gold to realize that it’s fool’s gold.

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It was earlier in the day, you just woke up and got dressed in your office attire with a cup of coffee in hand as you try to will yourself to get going. You looked up at your apartment’s clock and it was 7:00 am, you needed to get going if you were to make it to Chimtech in time.

As you stepped out of your apartment building you felt a gloved hand over your mouth and panic flooding your whole body, but before your body could even fully process a flight or fight response you felt a sharp pain in your neck and you passed out.

When you come to, your vision is blurred and you can’t understand where you are and your brain just has confusion filling your senses. Why can’t you process what is around you? What happened to you? After a couple of more seconds went by you felt a rope tightly woven around your wrists, and you comprehended that you were sitting on a floor. What happened to you?

“Ah, there’s the little doll’s eyes! I was wondering if you were beginning to ever wake up,” a voice filled your ears. You blinked furiously trying to get your eyes to focus and you found yourself face to face with a man, who was grinning at you like a shark finding the prey they smelled a mile away.

“I’m sure you understand why you’re here? I don’t need to monologue it to you, do I?” the man asks.

“Mr. Vince, right? You were in a meeting with my boss Maxwell Lord, a month ago, right?” you questioned him as the drug and weariness started to seep out of you, and you gained more awareness of your surroundings. The man, Mr. Vince was a part-owner of a tech company that Chimtech was interested in making an investment in, however from what you were aware of was that the true goal of the meetings with Vince and his company was to absorb it into Chimtech, forcing Vince and the other owners to give up their powers over to Maxwell Lord and the other board members of Chimtech.

“I see the drugs didn’t impair your memory, I assume you are aware that I am no longer a CEO? That I was tricked by your goddamned boss?! That he put me in a corner to give up my company over to him!” he screamed. He was half an inch from your face and you were terrified of this man, he was unhinged.

“What does this have to do with me, Mr.Vince?” you asked, forcing yourself to not push him over the edge.

“Ooooh this has everything to do with your boss, I remembered that you are his secretary, so you must know some secret of his, something I can leverage against him to make him give me my company back,” he said.

“Even if I have any sort of information to give you, the damage is already done, your company is done in, it’s already been processed into Chimtech, there is none of your company left.”

That was the wrong thing to say as you felt a kick to your stomach. You groaned and rolled onto your side, and before you could recover from that there was another swift kick that you felt go directly to your ribs.

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Minutes blended into hours of constant yelling from Vince to him pulling you off the ground to throwing you back down like you were a piece of litter to being his personal punching bag. It was all you could do to just protect yourself and persevere through the pain because you were just a secretary, you were never trained in self-defense, hell you never even did track in high school.

Through the pain, you felt complete distortion and a high pitch whining going through your head, and you finally realized it was a telephone- a landline. Where the hell did this guy get a landline in this beat-up place?

Then, you hear Vince say, “Oh you want to hear how (Y/N) is?” you hear footsteps coming towards you then cold plastic was pressed to your cheek then Vince continued loudly, “Well here she is, talk.”

“(Y/N)?” You heard Maxwell, your golden boy, say your name and all you can do was say his name back in a raspy voice.

“What did he do to you?” Maxwell asked.

Before you could say any more the phone was taken away from you and Vince’s voice filled your ears.

“Tick tock Maxwell, I want my money and you can get your fuck toy back.”

Then silence, a sickening silence filled the room which made you feel every ache and pain that has been put on your body has made itself known by increasing levels of agony. You didn’t even feel it in you to even try to correct Vince’s words about you. You just wanted to sleep and not wake up for a whole day, maybe if you laid perfectly still and just not move a muscle the pain would go away.

As you lay there you tearily open your eyes back up and you can hear the tinny sounds of the echoing footsteps of your captor pacing back and forth in the room you were held in. It was nauseating, and you were confused as you thought, When did you close your eyes? How long were you out?

Then you fell back into your head, and you felt like you were spiraling in your own mind mixed with dizziness and nausea. You just wanted this to end.

A male voice was shouting so close to you and you can feel the panic coming out of his voice, and you can tell it wasn’t Vince because why would he do that?

You felt yourself being lifted from the ground and all you could do was cough sporadically from the new movements on your injuries. It hurt, it hurt so bad.

“I know (Y/N), but you just need to keep going a little bit longer,” the same voice told you.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint where you heard that voice before but you thought it was your boss, Maxwell Lord, but it couldn’t be. That would be the last thought that went through your mind before you lost it to the void.

All you can see at first was just bright and it hurt so bad. When you turned your head you saw a flash of gold and your first thought was, ‘Maxwell’. When your eyes adjusted to the room around you it really was your boss, Maxwell Lord in the hospital with you. He was slumped down in a chair beside your bed and you saw there were roses in a vase on the table next to you.

“Gold-golden boy, hey,” you rasped out trying to wake him. You coughed and then groaned as you felt the lacerations and bandages around your torso.

You saw him stir in the chair and his eyes opened and landed on yours. “Hey boss,” you whispered cringing at your voice. Your hands clenched at the sheets around you as you saw him blink furiously and stood up fast. You flinched at the fast movement but he didn’t seem to notice, as he moved closer to you.

“I am sorry about what happened to you, I didn’t think that our clients would go so far as to do this to you. I can’t believe that bastard did all of this to you-”

“It’s okay, I mean it hurts like a bitch but you ended up finding me didn’t you? What happened to him anyway?” you cut him off.

“Ah well, I may have gotten violent with him before the law enforcement could get him,” he said twisting his hands around and that’s when you saw the scrapes on his knuckles.

“I don’t know if you were a white knight to me but you certainly are a golden devil for doing that,” you replied.

He huffed out a laugh at your reply and he opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted when a nurse arrived.

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After the nurse left, you found out you still have a concussion lingering still, three bruised ribs and lacerations across your whole torso and arms.

When he listened to the whole list of injuries that you had gotten in the three days that you were with Mr. Vince, he felt rage boil over him but he tried to keep calm as he remembered the battered state he left Vince in. At least he made him feel some of the pain that he made you go through, Maxwell was a very prideful man in how he acts so for him to act like that was completely out of character for him.

He must be looking worried because he noticed your furrowed brows and you glancing at him every so often.

“Did you want to say something?” he asked

“Well, I was gonna ask you a similar question because I think you were interrupted by the nurse. Also are you okay?”

Your question startled him and the mention of the interruption made him clear his throat and fidget with his suit to try to hide the blush that was threatening to come up to his face. Your inquisitive expression on your face was watching him.

“I’ve been thinking that if you would like to leave the company, I won’t force you to stay, especially with what happened this week,” he said.

Listening to him say this made you panic and as you tried to sit up, Maxwell came up to you quickly as he says, “What do you think you’re doing? You got to take it easy.”

As you are situated in your bed you went to reach for Maxwell’s hand as you say, “Why would I want to quit? I love my job and I love working with you even if at times I don’t seem like it. None of what happened to me was your fault, how could you have known that Vince would react to the merger the way that he did.”

Maxwell was startled by this, he never had anyone in his family nor his company is so willing to stay with him especially when they are given an out.

He bowed his head toward you and said, “If you keep saying things like that I might want to keep you by my side for a long time.”

You laughed as you replied, “If you let me I will, you are a weird but kind man-” you stopped yourself as a thought came to your head.

“How long have you been here? What about Chimtech?”

“Ah well if my secretary didn’t get kidnapped and injured I wouldn’t be here right now, but you made me worried and how can I do my best work without my best assistant around me?”

“Now you’re just flattering me”

“But it’s true”

“Hmmm if you say so, Sandy”

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Four days have gone by and you were finally released from the hospital to go back to your apartment. You tried to go back to work at Chimtech, but Maxwell found you were released and gave you the rest of the week off to recover. You would become the envy of the company at this rate with how well the boss has been treating you.

Now that you have been just lounging in your apartment watching TV movies, and eating takeout for meals it has given you time to properly understand what happened to you for the past two weeks.

The way your boss, Maxwell, has been treating you made you see a whole new side of him. At first, you thought of working for him as both a blessing and a curse. At first, it was hell on earth, you ran yourself ragged making sure everything was up to par with Maxwell’s standards but after the next three years working with the man you considered him a friend of sorts. Even though you always tried to make sure to never consider employers and colleagues be separate from your personal life but it’s hard to do that when all you have is your work life.

Ever since the kidnapping incident, Maxwell had visited you every day in the hospital he even gave you flowers on the last day of your hospital visit, it was a beautiful vase of sunflowers.

You didn’t realize how long you were sitting on your couch thinking about your boss when you heard a knock on your door. You looked at the clock near your tv and realized it was nearly midnight.

‘Who could come by to my apartment at this hour?’ you thought.

You got up carefully minding the bruises still littering your body, and you opened the door surprised to see Maxwell.

His hair was a bit disheveled and he didn’t have a suit jacket on showing off the suspenders he likes to wear. He looked quite cute seeing him like this.

“Come in, Mr. Lord. What brings you to my place this late at night?” you inquired.

He ran his hand through his hair as he entered your apartment and he turns to look at you as you closed the door.

He sighed as he said, “I don’t know how quite to put this without sounding terrible, but after what happened to you, I can’t stop thinking about you. You are the best woman-the best person I’ve known and for you to still want to work with me after everything that has happened.”

He looked like he was getting frustrated with himself, you were shocked because how could you have gotten the king of infomercials to be so frustrated with his own words?

You took a tentative step forward to him as you placed a hand on his arm.

“Sandy, what’s going on?”

He was silent for a moment before he looked into your eyes with a strong determination as he says, “You know more about me than my own mother does, and after all this time together I’ve grown to respect you more and more. When I saw you in that hospital I wanted to kill the bastard and send him to hell when I found you like that in the warehouse.”

“I-I don’t know what to say, Mr. Lord-”

“Call me Maxwell, none of your silly names, not boss, not my last name, just Maxwell”

You could tell he was earnest with this and sincere it took your breath away to see him like this. He was beautiful and it made your heart flutter when you realize what he might be trying to confess to you.

“Maxwell” you breathed out testing his name out. You said his name once before and that was when you had gotten kidnapped but now this is completely different, almost like a prayer. A prayer to this golden devil of yours.

He smiled when he heard you say his name and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I wish I could kiss all the scars away from your body so you never have to live with them again. I wish that I could be yours, fully and I want to be clear that I would never use you like I may have done to my secretaries in the past. I want to be yours, in any way you may want me.”

“Oh Maxwell, I think I might have to grant your wish this time,” you say blinking away tears that were threatening to spill as you were listening to his confession.

“(Y/N)” he whispered reverently.

He cradled your face with both hands as he studied your face to see any resistance than he gently placed his lips on yours.

You made a small gasp as you finally felt his lips on yours, you clutched onto his shirt as you pulled him closer to you. He tilted his head and pushed your chin up to meet in for a deeper kiss. It felt amazing and you felt loved.

When you parted you were chasing each other’s lips to crash back into each other as you kissed each other until you both need a break. Both of your lips were swollen and you looked at him with such love that when Maxwell saw, he almost wanted to take you then and there but he was mindful of how fragile this love could be.

Author’s Note: I might do a second part if people want it but whew this took a lot out of me, I hope you guys like it!

#maxwell lord x reader #pedro pascal x reader #Pedro Pascal #maxwell lord #imagines #x reader #wonder woman 1984 #max lord x reader

[nerdyfangirl67]

Rare Jewel - NCIS Reader Insert

Pairing: Gibbs x plus-size reader

Warning: language

Word count: 1673

Requested by: @soggy-enchilada​

“Can I please request a Gibbs x plus size reader? Maybe they have to go undercover to a gala or smth together and the reader walks out in this figure hugging dress feeling and looking FLY AS FUCK and Gibbs is like hot damn. You get where I’m going?”

A/N: Alright, trustno1 is the reader’s chat URL, just for clarification (its a nod at something, send me an ask if you can figure it out! ;) ). I made up the gala name for this fic, at least to my knowledge, too. I sincerely hope this is what you were looking for @soggy-enchilada​. I haven’t ever written a plus-size reader POV, and I truly hope this is what you wanted. I loved this idea BTW!!  Anyways, here it is!

You had been staring at Gibbs, who unaware, had been conversing with Director Vance in the hallway of the upper level of the NCIS offices for the last fifteen minutes. The conversation wasn’t what had caught your attention. Rather it was the tall, silver-haired fox of a man that you had been watching. And this intense staring hadn’t gone unnoticed by your team members, or at least by DiNozzo.

He creeps up to your desk the first chance he has, an all-knowing “I know what you’re doing” falling from his lips. You, of course, vehemently deny anything, a little too quickly with an “I don’t know what you are talking about DiNozzo.” This causes him to let out a bark of a laugh. “Sure you don’t sweetcheeks. And I bet that Director Vance will love to know that you’ve been staring at him for the last fifteen minutes. In fact, why don’t I go tell him for you now.” He turns from your desk, heading towards the steps to the second floor.

You let out a frustrated hiss, which momentarily drew the attention of McGee. “DiNozzo, get back here.” He laughs loudly, grabbing McGee’s attention once more, as he turns and saunters back to your desk. “You’ve got it bad. And good ole Jethro doesn’t even know.” Despite your current situation, you had to let out a small laugh at his use of Gibbs’ first name. You know he would never call Gibbs that to his face.

Gibbs was still completely in the dark about the way you felt about him, which wasn’t like him. Gibbs, usually, was rather intuitive, yet despite the many obvious tells you had revealed in the past two years, some accidentally and some on purpose, he still thought you felt no more for him than a coworker.

“At least I know what I want.” You say in response, giving his a teasing reminder that he still hadn’t found ‘the one’, or at least focused on one woman in a long time. He waves a hand at you as if to distract you from the topic. “Okay, yeah. But at least I’m not drooling over our boss.” You make a face in response. “You’re wrong.” It’s the best you can come up with, and you know DiNozzo is going make fun of you for it.

“You’re wrong? Is that all you’ve got? You’re worse than Probie. At least he can come up with comebacks better than that.” He responds in jest, opening his mouth to say more but a voice stops him.

“DiNozzo, knock that shit off and get back to work.” Gibbs’ voice is as cold and unyielding as steel as he makes his way back to the bullpen. His voice startles you, making you hope he didn’t hear any of what the two of you were talking about. DiNozzo made a face at you as he backs away from your desk.

“The Military Officers Hall of Fame and Awards Gala is this Friday night and Director Vance has agreed on an undercover operation. Y/L/N and I will be attending as a couple, while DiNozzo will be going as a member of the waitstaff and McGee will be running interference in one of the surveillance vans.” He says, his voice leaving no room for argument. You nodded, nervousness already consuming you at the thought of having to find a dress that fits you comfortably. DiNozzo surprisingly doesn’t say anything except a quick “Alright” and McGee answers with a number of questions regarding the statistics of the undercover mission, which Gibbs gruffly answers with as little syllables as possible.

A ding sounding from your desktop computer, grabbing your attention. A notification blinks on your chat app, letting you know you have a new message. You open the app and see it’s from DiNozzo. You roll your eyes dramatically, knowing he is watching you from his desk before opening it.

DiNozzotheGFather68: ooooh, a whole night pretending to be a couple with Gibbs? 😉😉

trustno1: go find yourself a tray DiNozzo! i know you are gonna have to practice to make it believable

DiNozzotheGFather68: oh, bite me! no, actually, why don’t you go bite Gibbs 😉😏😗

trustno1: eww DiNozzo, stop being gross

You shut the chat app after that, not ready to deal with another round of DiNozzo’s relentless teasing. You decide to try and get some of the paperwork finished from the ever-growing stack on your desk to distract you from the growing anxiety filling your chest.  

---- The rest of the day passes uneventfully and soon, you are leaving to go home, dreading the fact that you will have to scrounge through your closet to find something that would be dressy enough for the gala. You highly doubt that you’ll find a dress, which means you’ll have to go shopping, which is something else that you dread.

The ride home is short, shorter than you would have liked today, and before you know it, you are changed into your lounging clothes and staring at your closet, your favorite snack in hand, paired with a much-needed glass of your favorite drink. Opening your closet doors, you heave out a sigh at the task ahead of you. You could already see two potential dresses but you knew that when you pull them off the rack, you’ll change your mind.

After downing your drink, you pull out the first one off and immediately throw it onto your bed. That one would be one of the last ones you would wear. You would sooner go in your rattiest pajamas, in front of Gibbs, than wear that one. The second one wasn’t much better in your opinion but you tried it on anyway, not really wanting to go dress shopping tomorrow. This dress was a black mermaid style dress, with a large taffeta bottom and lace sleeves. The tag was still on it and you couldn’t even recall where you had gotten it from in the first place.

Upon first glance you feel rather confident in the dress, but the more you stare at your reflection, all you can see are the flaws in the dress. It was a bit tight across the chest and the mermaid style made it almost impossible to move, not to mention that you had no spot to put your standard issue handgun. It didn’t take you long to shed the dress and turn to the second one, a deep red velvet bodycon style dress with spaghetti straps and a flare along the bottom.

You reluctantly pull it off the hanger, and wiggle into it. Dread settles on your shoulders as you turn to look in the body length mirror. That dread quickly flies from your shoulders though, replaced with a feeling of astonishment and surprise. Not only did the dress fit, you hadn’t thought it would since it had been sitting in your closet for months, but it fit well. It hugged your thick curves and made your chest, and your butt as well, look far more pronounced, which you liked.

“Damn”, you murmur as you continue to look at your reflection. “I look like a badass bitch in this dress.” You were starting to feel excited about the prospect of spending the evening being Gibbs’ date, especially now that you looked so good.

----

Two days later, and you find yourself getting ready for the prestigious gala. You had your hair up in a fancy updo, the loose tendrils hanging around your face were casually curled. You had on your favorite diamond pendant and were wearing your sexiest black heels. You had just finished touching up your makeup when you saw the time.

“Shit.” You exclaim, grabbing your gun and shoving it into your thigh holster, which you barely managed to cover with the edge of your dress, and your shiny, almost maroon colored, clutch. You quickly, or as quickly as you can dressed as you are, get into your crappy little car and floored it to the event’s location. The engine sputters a few times in protest at the speed along the way, but you make it to the large establishment only five minutes later than when you were supposed to be.

You enter the nearly empty lobby, scanning it for the tall, muscled figure of Gibbs. You don’t see him and decide, after sucking in a deep, fortifying breath, you pull open the ballroom doors. His eyes found yours immediately, widening at the sight of you. You maintain eye contact with him as you make your way through the crowded room, past dancing couples and stately individuals.

When you reach him, he lets out a slow uncharacteristic whistle. He smiles at you, offering you a hand. You take it and he suavely spins you before pulling you close. “You, agent Y/L/N, look beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking.” He places a hand on your lower back, leading you to the dance floor. A slow, classic number starts just as the two of you reach the dance floor. He pulls you into an embrace, moving you into a slow two-step.

You rest your head on his shoulder, caught up in the act of pretending to be a couple with Gibbs. I like him, a lot. “Who?” Gibbs' voice startled you out of your daydreaming. “Hmm?”

“You said you like him? Who?” You quickly realize upon hearing his words that you had said those four words out loud.

“Him, you.” You say before you even know what you’re saying. “I like you. A lot.” He slowly breaks out in a smile. “Took you long enough.” He says simply.

“Wait what?” You ask quietly. “You knew?”

“I’ve known for a while. I just wanted to hear you say it.” He said, brushing a tendril of your hair away from your face. “And I like you too.”

Your heart thumps widely in your chest. All you could think about was what life would be like if the man holding you was yours . What a truly wonderful life it would be and you felt that you were finally on the way to this life.

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[bubblyani]

Better

(Adam Sackler x Reader)

An Adam Sackler One Shot

Genre: Fluff

Request: Been trying really hard to come up with something. So its not that great of a request. How about Adam Sackler x Reader. You wrote a jealous Adam. How would Adam react if his girlfriend was jealous? If you are inclined to make it super fluffy at the end. I wouldn’t be mad at ya. Please please please? 💖💖 @danceyreagan​

Author’s Note: Writing for Adam Sackler is fun cause I could dive into the style of dialogue they have in GIRLS. Hope y’all enjoy!

The way his large, generous hand enveloped yours, it was clear that even the harshest of winds would not be able to blow you away from Adam Sackler’s grasp. Yes, as dramatic as it sounded, you felt that secure.

Warmth, it exuded through his hand, powerful enough to bring you only comfort and nothing else. It was cooling yet warm at the same time. Perfect for the summer. Your mind, it was at peace with him. Even when he took you on a stroll on the streets of Brooklyn on a lazy afternoon.

“I don't get  it…” Adam began, in a matter-of-fact tone, “…why are people so weirded out by hand holding in public?”


“Uh…” Suddenly thrown off by the question, you formed a response, “I guess some people are not as open to PDA…Adam, are you okay?” You inquired, fascinated by his enthusiastic behavior. “Me? I’m great…” He said nonchalantly. Looking at you, he smiled, “You know what?…fuck those people! Hand holding rules…I get to hold on to my girl all the time” he said proudly, raising the held hands together as if he won a trophy.

“Ooooh!” You giggled, thoroughly amused. 


“And I get to do stuff like this…WHOOOO!”

Squealing, you felt like a paper blown in the wind, when Adam started to run, pulling you with him. To the average passerby, the two of you may have looked like lunatics. But running together hand-in hand, you felt like a child. Although you were sure you weren’t so active back then as you were just this moment.

Catching one’s breath after running for a while, Adam released your hand, walking ahead while rambling of the most random topics he could come up with. Listening to him was never a burden for you. You always did so with a smile on your face. For you were genuinely inclined to. It was Adam. His silliness , his wackiness was nothing compared to the love and joy you felt being with him. And you were finally happy to share the silliness with someone who equally did not care of the social norms that had no impact. You both existed in this life, to share the embarrassment together. And you did not mind.

With your eyes solely focused on him alone, you suddenly found yourself bumping into someone, who just emerged from the retail shop nearby.

“Oh! Sorry-” You said involuntarily. Judging by the soft locks of hair that brushed against your face, you guessed it was a woman. And looking up, you were right. “It’s okay…” The woman answered. Overhearing, Adam quickly turned. He could not help but freeze in his tracks. “Mel?” He said, looking at the woman. With widened eyes, the woman opened her mouth with surprise. 


“Adam…Hey!” She cried out, but with an unexpected surprise of a tone. It sounded shy. “Hey…” Adam replied, in an equal manner.

Awkward silence emerged for a few seconds as you could not figure out what was going on. The woman finally came to her senses when she realized you had accompanied him.

“I’m sorry…” she said to you, “I’m Melanie…Mel” she added extending her hand out to you. “And this is Y/N…” Adam replied, putting his arm around your shoulder, “ …my girlfriend”

Mel looked more surprised than before. At this point you have already realized they knew each other. “Oh wow…” she began, taking the time to process the information as you shook hands with her, “…nice to meet you” she said slowly.

“You too” you said, in a confident yet curtly manner. The moment Mel let go of your hand, it seemed like you had suddenly disappeared from her eyesight, for it was only on Adam.

“You look…good…” she said to him, nodding. Surprisingly silent and obedient, Adam nodded back. “So do you…” he said softly, while they both acknowledged one another.

Feeling like the 3rd wheel in this situation, you were deeply inclined to stealthily move yourself. And you did, a few feet away. But at the same time, you stood close enough to asses the entire situation, for you were no fool.

Mel, she was beautiful. If her beauty was to be described in one word, it would be as breathtaking. With your hands folded, you watched them with the same intensity as watching a complicated sports game. Your eyes were busy analyzing their every move. Their manner of talking was soft, which clearly did not fit the description of long time friends. Their choice of words were careful.  And from the angle you stood, you could clearly see how her eyes dilated by the sight of him every second.

For a second, you wished you knew Adam’s reaction too.

This sort of behavior, you’d certainly be a fool to not know what they were.

A minute or two later, Mel made her exit. But not before nodding at you. Nodding back with a constrained smile, your arms remained folded as Adam walked  over to you.

“So…” He began awkwardly, “…uh…that was-” “Your ex?” You asked, wearing the same tense smile. Adam nodded quickly. “Yep…”

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(An hour later)

“Hey…Hope you’re not feeling sick or anything. Just so you know, if you need me to come over…all you gotta do is ask…okaaay. Anyways, I’ll talk to you later, Bye!”

As soon as Adam’s voice message ended, you tossed the phone away, as you tossed to the other side on your bed. Truthfully, you wished you were sick. Rather be sick than have this feeling, you thought.

The stroll, it continued after Mel left. You remember how your eyes lingered on Adam  while he continued with his ramble. Except your conscious was nowhere near there. Suddenly you could not smile the way you used to. You felt unhappiness, poking you in the heart with a reminder. At first you did not know why. But with each step you took, you came to the realization.

Sure, we all had past relationships. So did you, so did Adam. It was a given. In fact, when you first met him, you were well aware of the fact he was getting over his previous relationship, which had ended horribly. But never did you expect to meet the woman behind it all. You did not think it was someone who was as perfect as Melanie.

The more you were aware of her existence, the more sour you felt. Jealousy, it was knowingly swallowing you whole to the point you could not pretend anymore. It was tiring to feign enthusiasm. And since Adam did not dare to expand on the topic even after the encounter, you felt pressure in holding it all in.

So much so you excused yourself to go back to your apartment, alone.

Jealousy, it turned you into someone different entirely. Sighing deeply, you closed your eyes as you drifted off to sleep.

If your normal self was Dr.Jekyl, the Jealous you was definitely your Mr.Hyde.

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(The next morning)

“…and boom! I got this sweet ride for half the cost. Isn’t that awesome?” Adam’s voice woke you from your thoughts. “Hmm….” With arms folded, you remained unmoved as you stared ahead sitting on the passenger seat of the car. It was Adam’s niece’s birthday, and his sister had decided to hold it at a place outside the city. Though you were far from willing to step out of the apartment with Mr.Hyde inside, you still joined your boyfriend when he rented a car to go there.

Surprised by your silence, Adam kept driving. Though it was obvious he was deciding to move over to another topic. “So…uh…you wanna listen to something?” He inquired, reaching out to the radio. No answer. It was as if he was the only occupant in the car. 
“Okay…still silence it is then…” He muttered awkwardly. The outskirts of the city welcomed the both of you when Adam decided to speak once again.

“You know…” he began, “I’m not the one to usually bring up stuff like this but…” he continued, “Did you bring any makeup with you?”

Turning your head to him with annoyance, you shot him a look. “Why? Am I not pretty enough?” You snapped. 


“NO no no…Jesus!” He replied quickly. Sighing, he added “It’s just that…this is kinda of a formal thing, and I really don’t want you to regret not putting anything on…cause you usually do”

You looked at your reflection on your phone. Mr.Hyde seemed to have convinced you to care lesson yourself you even forgot to put on makeup before the trip. Adam was right. But somehow you just felt worse.

“Well…”you began sternly, “if that’s the case then …why don’t you ask MEL to accompany you, huh?” To your horror, you almost felt yourself bark by the end of the sentence. But at that moment you really did not care.

Exhaling deeply, Adam quickly pulled the car over, bringing it to a steady halt. “Why are we stopping? You asked angrily. “Cause we need to talk…outside” Adam said, surprisingly very calm. Unable to smile, your face was stuck in a resting bitch-face mode as he gestured you to get out of the car.

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The outskirts of New York deserved more of the attention. But today was not the day. Amidst the trees and bushes by the road, Adam watched you. With his hands is his jacket pockets, he watched you pace from side to side.

“Y/N…” Adam began calmly, “You okay?” “Uh huh….” Nonchalantly you answered, trying your hardest to avoid the question.

“See? I can tell that you’re definitely not okay” Adam finally spoke up in a tone that made you pause. Taking his hands out of his pockets, he took a step towards you. “You’re upset about something. And… you know what? no matter how long you’re gonna stand here sulking….I don’t give a shit” he said, with a serious tone, “You’re gonna tell me what the fuck is going on with you. Cause I’ve never seen this side to you, Y/N. And its making me worried-”

“OKAY!….” you cried out. His incessant ramble finally broke you down. But what really broke you was his concern in particular. It made the insensitive side of yours break it’s walls, to see how patient he was with your stubborn behavior, ever since yesterday. And how patient he was now.

“Okay…I’ll talk. I’m gonna talk.” You said with a sigh.


“Great” “But I’m gonna talk a lot.” “Well…good. Cause that’s what I want” Your heart melted upon hearing those words. “Really?” You asked. “Yeah!” He answered without hesitation. Taking a deep breath, you looked right into his eyes. 
“Okay…Look! You’re a hottie… and-” “What? THAT’S IT?” He asked confusingly, making you burst out laughing to his surprise. “Stop! I’m trying to be serious” “Yeah… well, that was a good start” He replied with sarcasm, making you chuckle harder. “Sackler come on!” You said, playfully smacking him on his chest, “ I mean it. You’re this …hella attractive guy, and I knew going out with you, I have to put up with the women throwing themselves at you. Being an actor and all. And I didn’t mind. I didn’t care. I really didn’t give a fuck” “You didn’t ?” “I didn’t ” you repeated, “But…When I saw your ex…she…I mean, Mel is gorgeous. Like mad gorgeous” “No she isn’t” Shocked by his quick response, your jaw dropped. “You gotta be blind if you really mean that” you said, appalled. Adam raised both his hands. “Is this… some kind of self validation on appearances or something?” He asked. “NO No…I normally don’t care but…” you said, frustrated, “…seeing her, and seeing the two of you together talking…I just felt so horrible. Like a legit stomach pain. Not because I’m worried of how she looks better than me…It’s just that..with you guys having such a long history, I wondered, are you guys suddenly gonna have hope for each other again?” You said, as you let your thoughts take you, “Maybe you’ll start…thinking about her again and…One afternoon you guys would probably wanna meet up for coffee, but will it end with just coffee? NO! It won’t” Engaged in your green thoughts, you did not even notice your voice breaking with emotion, “And the next thing you know, you’ll tell me you don’t love me anymore and… leave me and-”

“Hey hey hey! Shhhh!” Adam cut you off gently, pulling you into an embrace,  “Where the hell did you just go?” He asked. As vulnerable as you were, you welcomed this warmth gladly. “I’m sorry…” you sniffed, “When I get jealous I get…super paranoid. And it just goes down the spiral…it’s crazy. It’s bad I know. I’m sorry-” “Shh…” he repeated, “It’s okay…” patting your back gently. With eyes closed, you remained in the warmth of his embrace for a few minutes. Both of you dwelled in comfortable silence while the birds chirped and the soft wind caressed your bodies.

“Do you know why me and Mel broke up?” He asked, making you pull away all the sudden. “No…” wiping your nose, you answered, “… cause I didn’t want to pry into the your romantic past. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable…” Adam chuckled, upon hearing your response, “You know, this was one of the reasons I liked you so much” he said, stroking your head lovingly, “You’re so cool. Like… in the best way” “Shhh stop!” You smiled shyly, hugging him again. “So… why did you guys break up?” You asked him. Adam’s chest rose as he took a deep breath. “She cheated on me…” he said, “When I confronted her about it, all she could say was…she wanted someone better” With widened eyes, you tried your best to process the news. Adam chuckled. “Imagine how that made me feel?”  He asked. “Yeah, that must have sucked…” you said, voice muffled against his jacket, “…I mean..how can she say that? About you especially?” “Yeah?” He asked, pulling away to look at you. “Yeah…that’s just crazy talk” “You know what else is crazy talk?” He said softly,  “You…thinking I might leave you”

Embarrassment swallowed you whole completely, you had nowhere else to look but down. How could you act this way to a man like him?

“Hey!…” Adam began, “…C’mere” taking your chin by the hand so that you eyes met. “Mel may have thought I wasn’t better…” he said, “… but she’ll never be better than you-” “Adam, I don’t care if I’m better…It’s not a competition” Your voice got emotional again, “I just want you to love me as much as I love you”

Those words, they sealed the deal when Adam swooped in, kissing you passionately on the lips. You felt the closet to being saved when those lips fed you the sweet nectar of the love you indulged from him all this time. Melting in his arms in completion, you held onto him with your dear life as he lifted you up, taking you on a spin before he put you down again. Your heart, it felt light, it felt refreshed.

“Y/N…” Adam began,  “Being with you, I spent possibly the happiest days of my life. Do I need to say more?”

Your lips quivered with emotion as you cupped his face.

“No need” you said, as your fingers traced over his goatee, “… that was more than enough”

And in a flash, his generous hand enveloped yours, providing you with the security and warmth you longed for. But more importantly, providing you with the absolute certainty of the real love you both shared for one another.

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the sunset and you.

summary: first kiss with boyfriend!seokmin warnings: none! fluff and a bit of angst if you squint?? word count: 1626

a/n: hi! so like.. this is my first EVER imagine, please go easy on me. I've never been good with things like this but man.. i love svt so much and i jUST UGH idk if i should make more. i just hope you guys enjoy! Expect errors here and there jdfnjdfn :(

Another day, another attempt. It's honestly been weeks that you've been trying to get yourself to kiss him - your boyfriend. It hasn't even been too long since the start of your relationship with him, in fact it's only been 6 months. That's not too long for a first kiss... right? Normally people would begin to question their relationship in cases like this. One would even dare to think that there's probably something with them and yes, "one" is you. Although you know it well that despite him having an outgoing personality, Seokmin can be really shy. It even took him weeks to get used to openly holding your hand in front of the members. At first it was difficult, you felt as if he was embarrassed to be seen with you, to be with you - but you decided to just cling onto the hope of him opening up to you slowly and surely though there were many days that you doubted his feelings, yourself and it pained you. You knew that you had to talk to him about it, you were just afraid that he'd take it the wrong way and having a fight with him, hurting his feelings would be the last things you want to happen. 

Seokmin and the boys finally had a weekend off of work and you guys decided to spend some time away from the city, away from busy crowds and noisy roads. Seokmin had invited the boys along to spend the weekend in a vacation house you booked not long ago. After 4 hours of driving, you and the boys had finally arrived in the location. It was perfect, being a private property and there was no one else around so the boys wouldn't be too worried about paparazzis sneaking up on them. Everyone had already chosen their rooms and roommates and surprisingly, Jeonghan ended up with someone else since you would sharing a room with Seokmin - you'll be sharing a room with Seokmin. For the first time. Your heart started to race at the thought as both of you stood in front of the door, just staring and obviously hesitating to go in. "Let's.. let's go," Seokmin breaks the silence while you nodded and followed him suit into the room. Both of you were speechless at the view you had in your room. The bed faced towards a huge window where you can see a bunch of slender trees and even a part of the blue ocean. The both of you stood by the window to take the view in, your breath hitching at the sudden feeling of his warm hand linking with yours, making you look up at him and give him the sweetest smile. "It's beautiful, isn't it? I'm really glad we came," you said to which he hummed and nodded as a response. The look he had on his face was a little hard for you to interpret but he was staring right into your eyes as if he wanted to do something, I wonder what's going on in his mind right now. Please tell me, you thought to yourself - sight unconsciously setting on his couplets. After a short moment, you snapped yourself out of your stare with your cheeks ridiculously red now, worried he noticed. You looked back out the window again, clearing your throat. "Shall we head out? The boys might be looking for us." "Ah.. right," he sounded dejected but he managed to immediately have his usual tone back "let's go! I won't allow them to have all the food to themselves!" He exclaimed before he rushes out to meet the boys, if you saw it right, his cheeks were flushed. "Yeah.. haha.. I'll just- I'll see you there!" You called out before frowning to yourself and proceeded to put your luggage aside before heading out to meet the rest of them. The boys looked so happy just spending their leisure time. Jeonghan and Cheol looked like they were having some deep conversation while Mingyu, Joshua and Chan were busy grilling meat - Mingyu looking silly with the goggles he had on, claiming it protected his eyesight. The others were happily eating and you glanced to where your boyfriend was, he looked rather serious speaking to Soonyoung. "y/n! Where have you been? Come try this," Hansol interrupted your thoughts with his dorky smile, trying to feed you the lettuce wrap he made earlier. "Oh hi - I," you chuckled before accepting the wrap, eyes glowing at the taste. "Yo.. this is great," you hummed. "I know, what can I say?" He jokingly boasts, making you snort. "Silly." The sun was on it's last few minutes before setting and most of the boys were either tipsy or drunk - Cheol already started his heart to heart talk with some of them and you were sitting next to Seokmin, your head on his shoulder while he sang to the song being played from Hansol's speakers. Thinking that none of the boys would pay you guys any attention, you sneaked a hand down to hold onto one of his gentle ones, interlocking your fingers with him. For some reason, he confidently pull your linked hand to rest it on his lap, glancing down at you to give you a smile. "Having fun, baby?" he asks. "Mhm! The boys look like they're having fun," a chuckle sounded from you to which he laughed along while shaking his head "bunch of idiots, I know. I love them," "I know you do. Who wouldn't?" "Ooooh, hyung and noona~" Chan interrupted the both of you while wiggling his body to playfully tease the both of you. "So. I have a question. This is COMPLETELY random," he sounded drunk.    "Have you guys ever.. kissed? I've never seen you guys kiss AT ALL. Shouldn't couples be like.. all over each other? HAHA, man I think I had too many to drink, I'm sorry-" "LEE CHAN - WHAT-" Seokmin nervously stopped the younger man, letting go of your hand to quickly lead Chan away from you and have him mess with the others instead.    The question kept repeating in your mind and you soon had enough of it, you wanted to be alone and in a quiet peace so you excused yourself to head closer to where the ocean is. Once you were finally alone, you released a heavy sigh, sitting down on the sand while you hugged your knees close to your chest - the wind blowing your hair back and you were left alone with just the sound of waves and the chirping of birds from far away. The view was breathtaking and the sunset adorned your skin perfectly, you were relaxed in no time. "You alright?" Your ears perked up and you saw Seokmin with a concerned expression on his face, eventually sitting down right next to you. You only gave him a quiet nod before facing front, eyes set on the waves approaching the shore. "Seokmin, I... Chan's questions earlier, why haven't we-? I mean.. we've been together for months and I know that you're shy but I can't help but doubt myself. Am I doing something wrong? Are you embarrassed to be with me? Do I look weird?" You were now looking at him while you rambled on, frowning. Guilt could be seen in his eyes and he soon tried to avoid yours. "I'm really sorry that I made you doubt yourself. You're perfect to me, I'm honestly too lucky to have you even. I just - you make my heart race too damn fast sometimes and I'm nervous that I might do something you don't want. It's not that I'm embarrassed, no! I - can you please look at me, baby?" It didn't take you long to look at him, finding his eyes again. The words that came out of his mouth made your heart flutter. You needed him to say that. "You're beautiful and I- I really, really want to kiss you," he says rather timidly with his lips pursed. "I just can't seem to find the right timing all the time, I imagine it to be perfect - to be romantic. I just.. want it to be memorable for the both of us," he continues to ramble on, only stopping to blink when he heard you laughing with the back of your hand covering your mouth. "What?" He asks you. "I'm sorry. You're just too adorable sometimes," you exhaled, taking his hand in yours to hold onto firmly. "Kiss me," you said rather softly but loud enough for only him to hear. It didn't take long for him to reach over with his free hand - a thumb landing on your cheek and the rest extending down to the back of your neck carefully. He leaned in slowly and once your noses touch, both eyes were now shut. Heart fluttering at the very contact of his couplets. The kiss was gentle and calm, but oh so filled with love even if it lasted for 5 seconds. Seokmin obviously needed time to control the overflowing feelings inside of him. Your cheeks were beet red as you watched him laugh, your smile just as bright as the sunset before the two of you. "I'm.. gonna do that again," "mhm, you really should," you chuckled and with that he comes back in for a second kiss, lips perfectly placing into yours as if it were a puzzle and he pulls you close to him, keeping you secured in his arms. "I love you so much, y/n." "I love you more, Seokmin."

"THEY- THEY KISSED! HYUNG!" "Chan shut the fu-" It was wonderful. Everything about it was perfect and he didn’t even have to try.

#svt imagine #seventeen #seventeen imagine #seventeen imagines #dokyeom #dokyeom imagine #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua #junhui #soonyoung #wonwoo #jihoon #seokmin #minghao #mingyu #seungkwan #vernon #chan #seventeen fluff #seokmin x reader #seventeen fanfic #lee seokmin #seokmin fluff #dokyeom fluff

[novamm66]

From Earth to Sky - Chapter 5

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Happy Friday! I am really excited to post this chapter and that it’s Friday!

This is the first chapter were there will be references to the Red Sky in the Morning story line. I am hoping that I made it teasing enough to spark interest as well as not give any surprise twists away.

I hope you enjoy.

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“Lady Pentaghast, may I have a private word?”

Cassandra eyed the Orlesian lord in front of her with distaste. “No.” The lord gawked at her, and she arched a brow. “You were hoping for a different word?”

“I…” the lord stammered, Cassandra walked away from him. She was tired of the propositions that her family name and title always seemed to come from the nobles she encountered.

She could have left the Winter Palace when Kiaya did after they had stopped the assassination, but Cassandra had volunteered to stay. Their plan of having two Inquisitors was working well; Evelyn was filling the role perfectly. Everyone wanted a dance or a word with the Inquisition’s hero. Any threat to Evelyn was low, but Cassandra wouldn’t feel comfortable until both women were safely away from this viper pit.

Cassandra made her way out to the gardens. Varric was holding court, basking in the attention of a large audience as he recounted the adventures of the Inquisitor, somewhat embellished. Cassandra stayed hidden behind a wall of ivy to watch and listen to his warm, rolling voice.

“With a roar, The Iron Bull slew the rage demon, and the Herald closed the rift with a thunderous clap of power. We had saved the villagers of New Crestwood and allowing the rebuilding of the old village to commence.” Varric ended with a flourish and bowed to the applause from the crowd around him. Cassandra barely caught herself before she joined in and stuffed her hands in her pockets.

Varric graciously declined the calls for another tale, and the group started to break up, with a few hangers-on.

“So, tell us Master Tethras, is the lovely Inquisitor spoken for?” The lord’s question had Cassandra rolling her eyes. It was a popular question tonight.

“My Lord, you are not the first to wonder that.” Varric was smooth as silk, and it brought a smile to Cassandra’s face.

“And what of your heart, Master Dwarf?” A lady purred, brushing her hand across Varric’s neck in a way that made Cassandra bristle.

Varric smoothly ducked away from her, bowing as he answered.

“It is indeed, my lady, and the rest belongs to my writing. Now, if you will excuse me, I am simply parched.” Varric quickly slipped away and masterfully vanished into the thinning crowd. Cassandra froze, trying to track where he had gone, only to jump when he spoke from behind her.

“I thought they would never let me stop. Can we get out of here? I am about tapped out of civility.”

“But, you manage it so well.” Cassandra was hoping the shadows were enough to hide the colour of her face.

“Even I have my limit, and I am standing on that line,” Varric said.

Cassandra was quick to agree. “Let’s go and find Josephine. This thing must be winding down soon.”

“This is Orlais. I wouldn’t count on it.”

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Varric hadn’t been able to sleep after leaving the Winter Place. A storm was rattling the windows, and the fizzy drinks the Orlesians had plied him with was making the room was spin. The common room was warm from the fire, and Varric was ignoring the writing he had brought with him.

His job at the ball had been relatively easy, distract and entertain, and drum up support for the Inquisition. He usually would enjoy those things, but worry had proven too distracting. Varric shifted in his chair. Watching the Seeker run into danger without him had burned in Varric’s chest each time.

“I see you couldn’t sleep either.”

Varric turned to see Cassandra standing in the doorway. She was dressed for sleep in a loose shirt and trousers. Her hair was mussed, her braid hung down her shoulder. She was breathtaking. “I- No. Too many windows in this place, they rattle in the wind.” Varric swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

Cassandra nodded, and a flash of hesitation crossed her face before it disappeared. “Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Yes, I mean, no.” Varric sighed, “I would love for you to join me.”

He silently cursed his awkwardness, shifting to hide his embarrassment. Instead of sitting in the chair opposite him, Cassandra settled on the floor at his feet. She leaned forward, hugging her knees before stretching her legs out in front of the fire with a small groan.

“Are you alright?” Varric asked, his voice slightly rougher then he would like.

“Yes, just a little sore. Fighting and standing in those fancy boots were not comfortable.” Cassandra stretched her back, and Varric didn’t know where to look, “and I am drained and a little worried. It was a long night.” She was rubbing her neck, her fingers reaching down her shoulder blade, and without any thought, Varric was reaching forward to rub his knuckles along her spine.

They both stilled for a moment, Varric froze in shock at the brazenness of his hands, but Cassandra hummed quietly and then pressed herself back into his knuckles. His hands began to massage her back, without needing much input from him and Varric floundered for something to say. “What are you worried about?”

Cassandra made a noise of pleasure when his fingers found a knot, and the sound made Varric’s blood hum in his ears. He was suddenly very grateful the woman was facing away from him. It took him a moment to focus on her answer.

“Kiaya.” Cassandra sighed. “She had more control over the mark then she told us. It was disturbing to watch her use it against our enemies, not only with how deadly it was but also because of the toll it took on her.”

Varric concentrated on breathing slowly through his nose for a moment, which meant he could smell her hair, which was now very near his face. Varric swallowed thickly before answering. “Smudges has a good head on her shoulders. She is unlikely to abuse the mark's power, and it sounds like its no easy to choose using it. Maybe it was a reaction. She’s done that before with her magic.”

Varric was proud of his coherent answer when he was feeling anything but. Lavender and steel floated through his senses. He leaned back to try and clear his head, but that only succeeded in bringing his hands up to her neck and onto bare skin. Varric groaned inwardly; he was done fighting. The heat of her skin against his fingertips was intoxicating, and he leaned forward again, bending lower than before.

“Why did you stay? At the ball? After everything was done?” He asked quietly. He felt her shiver under his hands, reacting to his breathe against her neck and ear.

She swallowed a few times before answering. “I wanted to stay.” Her voice shook, “with -“

The door banged open, and the whirlwind that was Sera and Lyra burst into the room. Both were very drunk and headed straight for the bottles in the cabinet on the far wall, but Blackwall, who entered behind them, seemed less so.

Varric had snatched his hands back, and Cassandra was on her feet and out the door before the girls noticed. Varric wasn’t standing up any time soon, so he picked up his papers again and glared at Blackwall as he sat down opposite Varric. The two girls, more drinks in hand, flopped down in front of the fire.

“Wait,” Lyra looked hazily around the room, “wasn’t there someone else here?”

Blackwell coughed, a poorly disguised laugh, and Varric answered quickly. “You’re drunk, Chimes. Must be seeing things.”

Lyra pouted. “I’m not that drunk.”

“Ooooh, let's get so drunk we see things!” Sera exclaimed and immediately swallowed half the contents of the bottle in her hand. The two dissolved into laughter.

Varric shook his head and shot Blackwell a dirty look. “If you’re encouraging this, you’re cleaning up after them.”

Blackwell did laugh this time. “What kind of man do you think I am?”

Varric glared at him. “At the moment, I think you’re a smug bastard.”

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They were close to the Shrine of Dumat. The camp was tense this evening, quiet. Everyone could feel the hum of the red lyrium on the night air. Cassandra knew that tomorrow’s battle would possibly be the worse they had seen. It wasn’t a pleasant thought.

“Hey.” Kiaya settled on the ground next to Cassandra. Kiaya was wrapped in a blanket, her boots untied. “Not sleeping?”

“I haven’t tried yet.” Cassandra shrugged. “It’s too hot.”

“And Dorian says it’s not hot enough,” Kiaya said. “Could be worse, could be the Mire.”

“True.” Cassandra looked up at the canvas of stars shining overhead. “How is Cullen handling things?”

“Better then I feared but not great. He’s asleep for now.” Kiaya sighed. ”I am worried that I made the wrong choice of letting him come with us.”

“It means a lot to Cullen to be here. I don’t think you have made a mistake.” Cassandra answered and studied the woman beside her. Kiaya looked tired and worried, but underneath there was a peace and happiness that Casandra hadn’t seen before. “It’s good to see you both happy together. Present circumstances notwithstanding.”

Kiaya smiled softly. “It’s strange, for the longest time, I believed that I was meant to be alone. But now I feel like I have a home.” Kiaya smile turned to a grin, “and I found it in the middle of this mess.”

“How did you know it not because of this mess?” Cassandra asked. She expanded at Kiaya’s questioning look.

Kiaya chuckled. “I didn’t, still don’t. But resisting my feelings wasn’t making anything easier. And maybe it’s selfish wanting Cullen as much as I do while I suspect my days are numbered but facing Corypheus feels less daunting with Cullen to go home to.” Kiaya bumped her shoulder against Cassandra’s. “So, is it really worth denying your feelings for Varric when none of us know how many tomorrows we have?”

Cassandra sighed, looking in the direction of the Shrine. “You make it sound easy.”

“I know that it’s not that simple. Nothing is, but Varric makes you happy, doesn’t he? Is the possibility of future pain really worth not being happy now? But you are right as well. It is both a gift and a curse. Being with Cullen makes facing what I have to do easier, but I regret not listening to my heart sooner, so we could have more time, and I regret what it will do to him if I die.” Kiaya stopped talking an cocked her head. “I’m not helping anymore, am I?”  

Cassandra snorted. “I’m not sure, although I appreciate the intention.”

“Well then, I will call that a win. I just want to see you two happy.” Kiaya squeezed Cassandra's shoulder and started to get up. Cass raised her arm to help her automatically to help her, it was never a smooth transition for Kiaya. “Thanks. I am going to try and sleep again, and you should too, Cass.”

Cassandra nodded, although she didn’t move to get up. “I will. Soon.”

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#Varric x cassandra #Varric Tethras #Cassandra Pentaghast #dragon age fanfiction

[abluescarfonwaston]

listen i see your tags on that mind reading post and how veRY DARE YOU

Hahhahahah You know what i realized like 5 minutes after i wrote that? Doesn’t even have to be at the bar afterwards. Yennifer in Canon rescues Jaskier from Nilfgard torture. (So i hear anyway)

Here! Have some complementary Yenskier to make up for the Sad Angst i inflicted on you in the tags!!!!

“Well at least We don’t have to worry about them having gotten anything useful out of you. Did they bring in a mage for you to sing to death bard?”

“Yes. Given their frustration it seemed a remarkably effective strategy.” He stared out the window idly plucking at his lute. The only reason she’d even thought to look for him, when it had arrived at her door. No bard in tow.

She reached into his mind, just to check. If she was curious what terrible song he was screaming on repeat, well, no one would know but her.

‘i owed him that much’ comes the tail end of a thought. No song drowning it out. No song at all. Not even an undercurrent of a melody. Just a thought in still silence.

“Him?” The question escapes her before she can think better of it.

His lips twitch downward but its her who bends to the consuming waves.

Geralt. Geralt. Geralt. All the kindness and affection Jaskier had ever received from him paying out in vibrant color. Every time the man had saved him. Nights, baths and meals shared. She hear the crickets chirp, feels the hot water splash, tastes the cheese melting on her tongue.

Jaskier’s mind is vibrant in a way she has never seen. Never Felt. Not personally or in others. For a moment she cannot help but love the world in all its wretched breathtaking beauty. 

“All of it.” The world is a single deep voice ringing in her ears. “If life could give me one blessing.”

She riped herself from Jaskier’s mind having almost drown in it. The world does not feel beautiful or breathtaking or vivid.

It feels like it has ended. And everyone else just missed the memo.

“Jaskier.”

“Thought you’d know better than that by now.” She realizes now his eyes are unfocused as they stare in the direction of the window. They have been this whole time. ���I’ve caused him nothing but troubles. You’ve even said as much before. The least i could do was make sure none of the secrets i’d stolen from him got out. No more troubles from me.”

He wasn’t crying. He didn’t even look particularly sad, draped over her chair like that. His voice steady and calm like he’d just read a particularly boring piece of news.

She stands. Turns his face to look at her with her perfectly designed fingers. His gaze focuses, if only slightly.

“You love him.” A statement. Obvious. How had she never realized. The endless loops of songs in his head and irritating disposition had distracted her. Let her see only the idiotic bard who clung too tightly to what was hers.

“Do you?”

He’d asked her this once. She hadn’t managed a response then. Instead thrown him to the street while people hunted him, who sought to kill him to insight a pogrom against the elves.

She did. She could feel the way her heart beat in tune with Jaskier’s. Where they loved the same. But.

“Not like you do.” She didn’t know if she could love anything, not the sunrise or flowers or the smell of bread baking as much as he loved them much less love someone as messy and complicated as Geralt.

He covered her hand with his and leaned into her touch. Eyes soft and warm. “Yennifer we are not meant to love the same. The shape of it doesn’t matter. Only that it is real. That it exists.”

“Real? I will never know if it is real or fit is merely some curse corrupting my heart into something it was not.”

“Oh Yennifer. Love is love no matter how it starts. It need not be a curse.”

“He has cursed me and he has cursed you just the same!” She felt the end of the world in his heart. Her nails dug into his fragile skin, barely healed.

“No Yennifer. It was my love that cursed him.” He wrapped her hand in his and lowered it. Covered it in his larger hand. Fingers long and delicate. “My love has always been a curse. And much like you, it was one he had no choice in.”

She looked at those hands. She longed to be loved the way Jaskier loved. To be so important their rejection spelled the end of the world and their smile brought back the dawn.

Had her world not been made and broken within the confines of Jaskier’s heart she never would have asked. Yet still the words spilled out.

“Could you love me like that? Like you loved him?”

There was a beat. “No.” Of course not. “I can only love Geralt as I love Geralt and I could only love you as i would love you. To love you any other way would be a lie.”

He stood, still holding her hand in his and bent as if to kiss her but did not. “And how would you love me Bard?”

“I do not love mages Yennifer and i do not love Witchers and I certainly do not love danger. I would love you as a person and nothing more.”

“I am a difficult person to love.”

“I have loved people more difficult than you.”

She swallowed him in a kiss then. Shoved him back into the chair and straddled him.

“Ooooh! The sex we are going to have!”

She yanked his hair. “Don’t make me regret this bard.”

Sadness flit through his eyes before they darkened. “Why Yennifer, taking me to bed is not something you’d regret.

True to his word, she did not.

#I'm not trying to be ominous with the read more thing tumblr keeps putting it at the top and won't let me delete it #yenskier #mind reading #geraskier #jaskier #i feel a little bad tagging that even tho its true since Geralt does not appear #yennifer #i may have stolen things from the hexer show #shutup i love that show #episode 5 was so damn good and yall need to watch it

[cosm1c-w1tch]

The Timelord Adventures of The Bell

Summary: The Ruth Doctor and Annabel Lee find themself on Orphan 55 in the deep jungles of New York City. When they go to explore they find a water fall and lake. They go for a swim unaware of the dangers that lurk below.

The Jungle Known As NYC

By Mo Henry-Rivera

Deep in the city juggles of planet Orphen 55, there was blue telephone box, and out of it cans Annabel Lee and The Ruth Doctor.

“Umm, Deary, do you happen to know where in the bloody hell we are? It doesn’t seem, well, it’s just, you said you’d take me to New York City to see Times Square!” Annabel pouted

“Relax Love,” The Doctor put a hand of the girl’s shoulder, looking at the girl and not really her surroundings, “This is time square, just in the futu—Oh dear.” The Ruth Doctor finally looking around, “This is not good, not good at all!”

With that The Doctor ran back into the Tardis to check the data one more time to see if it was correct, then ran back out to the still frozen in place Annabel.

“So bad news, I might of sent us a little too far into the future, when, hmm, how should I put it...well, to be frank with you, we’re in the time after the planet earth was abandoned and called Orphan 55. Humans aren’t extinct, they just up and left, due to the planet no long being habitable.” The Doctor explained

“So you’re saying, we’re in New York City’s Time Square? This place is a jungle. Also we’re standing on an uninhabitable planet, which mostly likely means there’s something dangerous out there...” Annabel observed her surroundings very closely, and after finally making contact with The Doctor, raising an eyebrow as she did so.

“That is exactly what I’m saying.” The Doctor answered while looping arms with the shorter Timelord female, “So my brilliant girl, shall we go see what this Dangerous thing is?”

Annabel’s blank expression disappeared slowly turning into a bright smile, “You know it Deary!”

After exploring for about an hour the two end up in what seem to be an old grade hotel, and come across a breathtaking waterfall that spilled into a decent sized lake.

“Ooooh it’s so beautiful! I want to go swimming.” Annabel jumped up and down in excitement.

Ruth Doctor had already taken off her coat, over shirt, and socks and shoes, leaving her in just a tank top, and pants, “Why not then?” She motioned towards the water. She then made a perfect swan dive into the shimmering water, and after a moment submerged she came back to the surface treading the water.

Annabel looked uncomfortable, she was internally conflicted.

“Whatever is the matter Love?” The Doctor asked concerned.

Annabel signed, “It looks so fun, and I do want to go swimming, but it’s just, do you remember the first time I died and had to regenerate?”

The Doctor thought for a second, then recognition showed on her face, “Yes! Your brother, The Master, thought it a good idea all three of us skip class at The Timelord Academy to go to the swimming hole on Galaifray, because it was extremely hot that day. We were all having a good time, but you, you drowned...”

Annabel had a sad smile on her face, “Yes, well, I apologize for just telling you now, but ever since then, I’ve had a huge fear of large bodies of water. Haven’t gone voluntarily swimming in anything bigger than a small pool since.”

Ruth Doctor frowned, “Oh dear, I had no idea! I can get out and we can go if you’d like?” The Doctor started to swim to the edge of the lake to get out.

Annabel stopped her, “No no no!” She sighed, then stuck a brave face on, “Now is as good as any other time to get over my fears, right?”

The Doctor expression turning excited, “That’s my girl!”

Annabel took off her clothes, though leaving on her under garments. She walked up to a higher point to jump of, then ran, and caught air. The girl’s shiny long, straight, black hair going everywhere. In the air she did a double front flip, and dove in perfectly. A few moments later she came to the surface right next to The Doctor.

“Show off!” The Doctor said with a grin, and splashed some water on the girl.

“Oh shut up Theta! You know you love my extra, dramatic, flair!” Annabel teased

The Doctor chuckled, “Well, you’re not wrong.”

Annabel opened her mouth, probably about to say something cocky, when all a sudden something slimy wrapped around her ankle and yanked her under the water.

“Bell, that isn’t funny.” But After a few moments when there was no answer, and Annabel still hadn’t surfaced, The Doctor started to panic, “Bell?.....Annabel!”

The Doctor dove under and what she saw terrified her.

A huge mutant it was like a cross between a shark and a squid. One of the mutant’s long purple tentacles was wrapped around one of Annabel’s ankles.

Annabel’s face full of horror, but then she made eye contact with The Doctor. She felt comfort knowing she was here with her. A surge of courage ran through Annabel as it seemed she pulled out her red twin pair of tactical combat curved knives out of nowhere. She had a knife in each hand, and with two swift move she cut off the tentacle holding her hostage. It almost looked like the mutant screamed in pain. The two Timelords made eye contact, nodded, swam to the surface, then got back onto land.

“Well, that was eventful. Are you alright Love?” The Doctor asked as she kneeled down to see black and blue bruising in the shape of succession cup marks on the girl’s ankle. ‘It must have been holding her extremely tight for it to bruise a Timelord.’ thought The Doctor.

“Yeah, it’s just a mark, I’ll be oka—“ she stopped mid-word as the gigantic mutant surfaced. Annabel froze, then mentally slapped herself to get with it.

‘What should I do?’ She thought, but the monster didn’t attack, all it did was protectively wrap a tentacle around a nest looking thing with about 20 baseball sized eggs in it.

Suddenly it dawned on Annabel, “She’s just a mother protecting her young. She felt like we were threatening her babies, and that’s why she attacked.”

Annabel looked at the creature with sad eyes, then looked at the the tentacle that’s end was cut off and bleeding. Annabel immediately felt a sting of regret.

Annabel walked up to the bleeding out tentacle that laid just on the edge of the lake.

She looked up to the creature, then back to the Doctor, “Doctor do you remember learning with species this is?”

The Doctor cocked an eyebrow, warily assessing the situation, “Yeah it’s a Sharid, why?”

“Good, I remember learning their language at The Timelord Academy.” suddenly Annabel started talking in a language that kind of sounded like humming.

In English it translated to:

‘I’m so sorry for hurting you. I had no idea you were only trying to protect your younglings. Please let me make it up to you.’

Annabel ever so slowly knelt down and held the bleeding tentacle. Yellow regeneration seeped out of her hands filling the air.

The Doctor gasped at what she saw, “What are you doing?! You’re going to lose a regeneration!”

When the light tan skinned Timelord let go of the tentacle it was like brand new. The Sharid made a happy humming noise, and Annabel smiled, and hummed in the Sharid’s language, ‘Your welcome. Keep them safe.’

Annabel walked over to The Ruth Doctor, held her hand, and smiled, “Let’s go Theta. The Sharid and her young are going to be okay now.”

The Doctor squeezed Annabel’s hand, “You can be such a sweet girl sometimes Love.” Then The Doctor lifted the girl’s hand up to her lips to kissed it, “Alright, lets go.”

#doctor who #doctorwho #dw #theta #theta sigma #timelady #timelord #the timeless child #ruth doctor #ruth #the doctor imagine #the doctor #orphan 55 #planet earth #alien

[leelee10898]

Born to Love you: Spell bound (1/?)

Leo & Alicia, what really happened....

This is from the CGW(Cordonians gone wild)universe. A collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @cocomaxley @riseandshinelittleblossom and myself.

If you have not yet read the original when Leo met Alicia, you should do so. References will be made from that, and events will coincide with it. You can do so HERE

Santorini

Leo opened his eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room. The sound of ringing coming from across the room. He jumped up digging through his pants. “Hello? Liam is that you?”

“Yes its me, where the hell are you?”

“I'm not really sure at the moment?” He held the phone between his face and shoulder,  tugging his jeans on.

“What do you mean you don't know where you are? I thought you were in Santorini.” Liam sighed, Leo could picture him pinching the bridge of his nose, which made him chuckle at the thought.  “I am, I just don't know exactly where or who's house i'm at, right now.”

“Jesus Leo. Look, i'll be there April 9th to come get you. That gives you a month to get your shit on order.” Leo looked at the phone confused. “for what? Ooooh, the wedding,  right. How long you need me for again?”

“yes the wedding. Your the best man Leo. Look if you don't want to do it, I can always ask-”

“NO! I told you, I want to do it Liam. I'll be ready.” Leo heard shuffling outside the door. “Hey, I gotta go Li, I'll talk to you later. And i'll be ready for the wedding, don't worry.” Leo hung up the phone, he slipped his shoes on and pulled his shirt over his head.

“oooo a wedding, I love weddings. I could be your date.” The woman spoke as she walked in the room. “yeah, you're not going.” Leo snorted as he grabbed his leather jacket. “Where are you going?” she asked. “This had been great and all monica, but it's time for me to move on.”

“But my names Beth.”

“Monica, beth, susan… all the same.” He shrugged and walked out of the room, Beth following him out. “But I thought we had something special, that maybe we would end up together.” Leo spun around, one hand on the door knob “Look. Beth. Its Beth right? I don't do relationships. Never have never will.”

“But what if the right girl came along, what if i'm her and you just walked out on true love.” she pouted.

“I have been around, trust me if she's out there, I haven't met her yet.”  He opened the door and left.

Bronx, New York

“Hey Nitah, How's the wedding planning coming along?” Alicia walked down the dimly lit street, she had just closed up the bakery for the night and was headed home with dinner and desert for Mark.

“It’s going! It’s so hectic! I can’t wait for you to get here!”

"I know, I can't wait either. I need a vacation, like stat! Seriously like now would be great."

“I need a vacation too, from all of this planning. Do you have any idea what goes into a royal wedding?” Anitah dropped her voice to a whisper, “some of this shit is so ridiculous.”

"No, but I will find out whenever I get there." She giggled.

“Speaking of when you get here, I’m going to be coming to get you on the 7th.”

"The 7th? The wedding isn't until June, so i'll be staying for 2 months?"

“Please! I need you here,” Anitah whined.

"Um Fuck YES! Absolutely! I will be there. I will need to take care of some stuff for the bakery but, it's not a problem. Oooh I can't wait." Alicia couldnt help but grin.

“I’m so excited!” Anitah squealed. “I already told Liam you were coming. He’s very thankful,” she laughed. “Um...are you bringing the dick head with you?”

"I will have to ask,  you know he doesn't want me to go without him. But, I could use a vacation from him too.”

“Well I purposely sent your invite without a plus 1 option,” Anitah snorted.

"You're such a dick. Hey, I just got to Marks apartment, im gonna get off here. But Anitah, Thank you. Love you. "

“Love you too!”

Alicia ended the call, pulling out her key to marks apartment she walked inside and flicked on the lights. “What the fuck?” she screamed dropping the bags on the floor.

“Alicia, shit. This isn't what it looks like.” mark put a throw pillow over himself.

“Then what the fuck is it Mark? Because it looks alot like you fucking someone else. And fucking Tessa? Seriously dude, you're supposed to upgrade,  not fuck clown school rejects.”

“Hey! You can't talk to me like that.” Tessa yelled.

“Shut the fuck up Tessa before I punch the dicks off your brows.”

“Alicia. I'm sorry I don't know how this happened. I thought you weren't getting off until 10.”

“Yeah well got off early. I brought you dinner.” she opened the container of ziti and tossed it all over tessa.

“What the fuck Alicia. You're crazy.” Mark screamed.

“Oh you haven't seen crazy. Here enjoy desert.” She smashed the whole cake in his face. She cocked her arm back and extended it. Fist connecting with his face.

“Fuck, I think you broke my nose.” Mark held his face.

“oh. And you have a little dick. Enjoy it tessa. Were through.” She slammed the door and took off for home.

Cordonia....

Liam walked in from the veranda as Anitah ended her call. “So Leos in.”

“Alicia too.” Liam sat down giving her a kiss.

“you think they'll get along?” Anitah asked as she leaned into him. “well, Leo's a sexed crazed playboy, who cant stay put in one place for long.  Is Alicia anything like that?” Liam chuckled.

“Definitely not. She's been with her current thing for about 2 years now.” Anitah putting extra emphasis on the word thing. Liam chuckled. “it'll be fine love, don't worry.”

One month later…

“Seriously Alicia, you've been sleeping for days, let's get a move on.” Anitah sighed sitting on the bed. “i'm done in the shower, just let me grab my bra and shit.” Alicia yelled as she ran out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Anita's phone rang, facetime from Liam.

“Hey you. I thought you had meetings today?”

“we wrapped it up early. Im at Leo's hotel room, or dump, which every you want to call it.” Liam scrunched his face. “Haha.” Leo shouted from the background.  

“So what I was calling you for, was to let you know I'm coming home today. Well, that is if Leo ever gets his shit together.”

“Really? Yay! I'm so excited. Don't get me started about not being ready.  Were supposed to go shopping if ALICIA STOPS RUNNING AROUND IN A TOWEL.” she turned behind her yelling. “im working on it, shit.” Alicia called out.

“Who's running around in a towel?” Leo rushed to Liams side.

“Anita's friend is getting ready, they are going shopping. Will you get away.” Liam slapped Leos hands “Just, let me see,  I want to say Hi.”

Leo wrestled with Liam trying to get the phone,  he put him in a headlock, grabbing the phone and running to the other side of the room. “Heeey, there's my favorite soon to be sister.” Leo said out of breath.

“Ah hey Leo, um is everything ok? Where's Liam?”

“Oh yeah everything's great. Liam's um, over there. So your friend-” Liam darted across the room tackling Leo to the ground.  

“Liam!” Anitah shouted

“I'm trying here.” He called out as they scrambled for the phone.

“What the fuck is going on?” Alicia pulled a pair of jeans on looking at Anitah.

“oh, Liam and his brother are fighting over the phone. That's all.”

Liam grabs the phone.  “Sorry, i'm pretty much dealing with a horny teenager.” Liam chuckled as Leo snatches the phone. “So as I was saying before.” Alicia stood next to Anitah. They couldn't see her face, just her front half.

“Ooh they sound like fun,  Hi Liam's brother.”

Leo stood there stunned

“Shirt. Shirt!” Anitah hollered.

“Oh fuck.” Alicia ran off grabbing her shirt, pulling it on.

Finally Liam tackled Leo to the ground, knocking the phone out of his hand and through the open window.

“You broke my phone Leo.” Liam snapped.

“No, you broke your phone when you tackled me. That's on you.” liam rolled his eyes.

“So, you've seen this friend? What's she look like, she had nice tits.” Leo smirked as he continued putting clothes in the suitcase.

Liam pinched the bridge of his nose. “For fucks sakes Leo, NO. You're forbidden.”

Bastien entered the room, sir Anitah is on the phone. Liam gave Leo a pointed look, leo stood there and smirked. “Hello?”

********

A couple hours later Leo kicked his feet up on the coffee table in Liam and Anita's quarters. “So, what's on the agenda for the lead up to the engagement? Since you guys aren't doing a tour that is?”

“well a few dinners, balls, galas, charity events.  A garden party or two.” Liam folded his hands on his lap, an amused grin in his face as he watched his brothers face fall. “ugh Liam, this is the shit I ran away from, can we do something fun?” Leo groaned.

“Well, Anitah is planning a bachelorette party, we may be able to fit a few trips in before the wedding.”

“Alright, now we're talking.” Leo perked up rubbing his hands together. Bastien entered the room “Sir, we got a call. Anitah is at the bar, the guard assigned to ger can't get her to leave.” Leo snorted,  Liam gave him a pointed look.

They walked into the bar immediately finding Anitah. Leo noticing the woman sitting with her.  It was like time slowed, he felt immediately drawn to her. “Who's that sitting with Anitah?”

“Thats Alicia her bestfriend…” thats all Leo heard, he blocked Liam out almost instantly as they walked over to where the women were.

Alicia turned, her eyes locking with the brightest set of blues she had ever seen. She mumbled some stupidity she instantly regretted. God, He was sexy. His lips, his eyes, that cocky grin that sent a tingle through her body. There was something about him, a feeling she couldn't shake. Nothing bad, all good.

Leos breath caught in his throat,  she was beautiful from a distance but up close, she was breathtaking. The way her long brown hair flowed over her shoulder, those deep chocolate eyes that he could see himself getting lost in. Her full lips and that Gorgeous smile that met her eyes. She said he was hot, god he wanted to tell her she was hot to but the sight of her rendered her momentarily speechless,  a feat no woman had ever accomplished.

He took her hand placing a soft kiss on it. Both of them feeling a jolt pass through them as their eyes locked.

“I'm Leo.”

“I'm Alicia. Nice to meet you, Leo.” ........

I was a wild child between lost and found. Then you spoke my name, it was a sweet sound. - Lanco

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[scuzmunkie]

Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 9

A/N: My darling little pumpkins!! How I love you so!! Thank you so much for coming in this journey with me!! I’ve made some amazing friends along the way and I appreciate each and everyone of my followers!! You guys have no idea how emotional I get when I read your comments!! Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much!! And now for chapter 9! You know the drill, lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list and if there are any mistakes!! Enjoy! Smooches!! Baron Corbin x OFC Word Count: 2000+ Warnings: language and moderate sexy times. (I suck at writing smut, so I don’t attempt it lol) Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you..... +++ “Baron, I need some space.” Addie giggled, trying to gently push him away. This earned her a low growl and a soft nudge against her head. “Too bad, little rabbit, I wanna be close to you.” He rumbled. “Ok, love birds. As cute as you two are, I have a match tonight and I need to look flawless!” Alexa said giving them a mock scowl. “Watch it, pixie.” Baron growled, playfully snapping his teeth in Alexa’s direction. Addie softly bopped him on the nose with her pointer finger. “Be nice,” Addie stood on her tiptoes and pecked Baron on the lips, “I’ll see you later.” “Fine...” he mumbled against her lips, “I love you. See you tonight.” “Love you too.” Squealing when he smacked her ass as he walked away. “THAT’S RIGHT!” Alexa beamed, “Tonight’s your first change!! Ooooh, are you nervous?” “Um, a little. From what the others have told me, the first time is pretty painful.” Addie chewed her lip as she put the finishing touches on Alexa. “Michael offered to use his magic to try and dull the pain but I want to feel it all, y’know? Get an understanding of what Baron went through.” “Well, you’re a hell of a lot braver than I am. I’d spring for that magic offer faster than a jack rabbit on a date.” “Thanks for the visual.” Addie said as she grimaced. Alexa placed a loving hand on Addie’s. “You’ll be fine babe. Baron won’t let anything happen to you, he’ll be there every step of the way.” With that, she kissed  Addie’s cheek leaving a huge lipstick kiss mark. —- Baron stood in front of Addie, his nose buried in her hair. He held her small hands in his calloused ones as the night air kissed their skin. The wind blew through the trees as the leaves rustled. He could hear her heart beating faster than normal. It was natural for his little rabbit to be nervous. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ve got you.” He whispered as he pulled her into his arms. He loved how perfect her body fit with his. Leaning down, he kissed Addie, trying his best to calm her nerves. She happily welcomed the distraction. “Ok,” he whispered when they pulled apart, “first thing’s first, take off your clothes.” “What?” Addie squeaked out. “Don’t worry, I’ll put them in my backpack. They won’t get dirty.” He said as he nodded his head to the bag that hung from one of the handlebars of his motorcycle. It was a sweet gesture but her clothes getting dirty wasn’t what she was worried about. Although they had been together since that horrible night, they hadn’t been intimate yet. Addie still felt self conscious  about her body even tho Baron reassured her that he loved her body. Sensing her unease about shedding her clothes in front of him, Baron kissed her forehead. “Baby,” Baron murmured, “we’ve been over this, I think you’re sexy as hell. You don’t need to hide your body from me.” “No, I know... it’s not that, well not totally that. I got sick in my teens and I’ve only really been with one guy. We had math together. It was just one time and it wasn’t great.” She rolled her eyes when Baron growled at the mention of another guy touching what was his. “Oh stop that. What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m not super experienced and not used to people seeing me naked.” “Oh babe,” his voice low and husky, “I don’t give a shit about how experienced you are. When the time comes I’ll take care of you...” he buried his face in the crook of her neck, “I’ll make you feel things you’ve only dreamed of.” He gently bit her sensitive skin, “I’ll worship this gorgeous body so good, you’ll be a whimpering mess begging me to never stop.” He pulled back and kissed her lips then her forehead. By now Addie felt like she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to let go and lose control around Baron. But there was something that had to be done first. Taking a deep breath, Addie backed up, reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly undressed under the light of the full moon. Once she was completely bare before her alpha, she looked at him for further instruction. Baron was currently in a daze as he stared at his mate’s voluptuous, perfect body. His wolf was practically biting at the chops to take her right then and there. Shaking his head, he quickly removed his shirt knowing that the skin to skin contact will help her through her change. He walked towards Addie, pulled the hair tie from her braid and brushed his fingers through her hair. “This’ll be easier if we’re sitting, ok?” He watched as she nervously nodded her head as she sat on the ground. Sitting behind her, Baron wrapped his arms around her soft tummy and pulled her between his bent legs, against his chest. He kissed her shoulder where his mark was, pride running through his body when he felt her shiver under his touch. “Relax baby, breath with me.” Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back on his shoulder as she placed her arms on his. “You’re going to feel a dull heat throughout your body and it’s going to intensify. Do you feel it?” “Y-Yeah, it’s not that ba- OH! I lied!” Her nails dug into Baron’s skin. “It feels like I’m on fire, it hurts Baron!” She winced and whimpered in as it got worse. Baron tightened his hold on her while kissing her mark again, trying to ease her pain. He knew that what was about to come would be the most excruciating pain she’d ever feel in her life. “I know, baby, I know. I need you to listen, next you’re body is going to morph into an entirely different being.” He murmured against her ear, “Your bones will break and reform into your wolf. It’s going to hurt but I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” “I’m scared, I don’t know if I can-!” She was cut off by her own scream as her back arched as they both heard that pop of her first broken bone. Just as she was about to scream in agony, Baron sunk his now sharp teeth into her shoulder. Addie moaned in pleasure and pain as her body leaned into Baron’s. He did all he could to distract her from the anguish that was tearing through her entire body. Unable to hold onto Addie anymore, Baron jumped back as her body changed into a breathtaking red wolf. Finally able to catch her breath, Addie looked at Baron with big eyes. She tried to stand, but wasn’t yet used to this new form. Her head felt like it was going to explode as all of her senses felt like they had just been cranked to eleven. “Easy babe, take your time.” Baron whispered as he slowly approached his luna. “It’s going to take some getting used to.” He helped Addie to her feet, running his hands over her fur once she was able to stand on her own. He stroked her fur, marveling at how soft it was. Unable to stop himself, he leaned into her side lying his head on her side as his hands continued to pet her soft coat. Closing his eyes, he listened to her heartbeat, never taking it for granted as he thought about the night he had almost lost Addie. It had been almost a full month since then and he made sure to tell her everyday how much he loved her. Feeling antsy, Addie gently shook him off. Her paws started to fidget, like they needed to dig into the earth while she raced through the trees. ‘Patience, my dear.’ A voice said in her mind, causing Addie to yip in surprise. ‘What?! Who are you?!’ Addie asked, trying not to freak out. ‘I’m your wolf.’ Addie recalled Baron trying to explain this to her, though she didn’t feel prepared at all for the real thing. ‘Relax and trust our alpha, he’ll take care of us.’ Baron stood in front of Addie, running his fingers through the fur around her neck. “You are so beautiful.” He whispered as he leaned her head down so he could place his forehead on hers. Stepping back, Baron took off the rest of his clothes and took on his wolf form as well. Addie watched as Baron crouched, his body morphing into a dark grey wolf that easily stood a foot and a half taller than Addie’s. Walking towards her, Baron ran his muzzle along hers, scenting her. Once he was satisfied with his work, he kicked her neck then playfully nipped at her. Wanting to be closer to him, Addie nuzzled under Baron’s neck. Nudging her head with his nose, Baron tilted his head towards the open woods. He started to run from her, barking for her to follow. Addie didn’t need to be told twice as she took off after him. When they had their fill of running under the night sky, Addie and Baron laid on the ground near his bike. Sensing that the sun would be up in a few hours, Baron stood and changed back to human. “Turning back into human is a lot easier. Close your eyes and picture your human form.” He instructed when she too stood and tilted her head to the side. Closing her eyes, Addie did as she was told. Although it took some time, she was finally back to her old self. She opened her eyes and looked at Baron. He looked so majestic under the light of the full moon. Closing the gap between them, Addie used Baron’s shoulders to pull him down into a heated kiss. Growling, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against his body. Her plush body felt like heaven against his hard body. Pulling away, Baron quickly ripped open his backpack and pulled out a large blanket and laid it on the ground. Sitting on the blanket, Baron reached out a hand towards his beautiful Addie. Once she was in his arms, he laid her on her back as he hovered over her as he nestled between her luscious thighs. She cupped his face pulling him down for another kiss. Moving from her lips, down her jaw, finally reaching her shoulder, he left open mouthed kisses on her skin. He bit her skin as she dug her nails up his back, causing him to growl against her neck. Her thighs tightened around Baron as she ground her hips into his. “Little rabbit, if you keep that up I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to control myself.” He growled against her ear. “Maybe I want to lose control with you.” She purred, pulling back to look into his now glowing eyes. “I need to hear you say it Adelina.” He said, a cocky smirk on his lips as he watched her shiver at the sound of her name on his tongue. Growling, she pulled him by the back of his neck, crashing her lips against his as she bit his bottom lip. “Take me, alpha.” She said as she stared into his eyes. Letting out a roar, he held her tightly by her hair as he marked the delicate skin of her neck with his teeth. She dragged her nails along his spine as she arched into him. Under the stars, Baron kept true to his word, reveling in every gasp, whimper and moan he drew from her as he showed her body the love she deserved. At the height of their love making, Baron stared into Addie’s eyes. “Tell me you love me.” Baron growled out. “M-More than anything.” She panted out as she bared her neck to him, a little tip Ruby gave her. Throwing his head back, Baron howled at the full moon then sunk his teeth into her neck as Addie cried out his name. Collapsing on her soft body, Baron held Addie close as they basked in each other’s afterglow. A single tear fell from Baron’s eye as he stared at the beautiful gift the moon goddess bestowed upon him. Stroking her hair as she let out a small yawn, Baron pulled a few things from his bag and gently cleaned their bodies. He pulled her to her feet and helped her get dressed then throwing his own clothes on. Packing everything back up, Addie took the bag from his hands and put it on her back. With ease, Baron lifted Addie and placed her on his bike then mounting it himself. Wrapping her arms around his torso, kissing his back between his shoulder blades. “I love you.” She whispered as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Baron turned his head and kissed her cheek. Staring into her eyes, Baron leaned back and exposed his neck to his luna, a sign of full submission and respect. Addie softly bit his neck, shivering as he moaned under her teeth. When she pulled her teeth back, she kissed the small mark she left on his skin. “It’s official now.” Baron whispered. “You’re my luna, my equal, my moon. Mine as I am yours.” “Yours as you are mine.” Addie whispered. “Forever.” He said as he kickstarted his bike and made their way back to the hotel. “Forever.” She whispered back as the wind cooled her heated skin. The Moon Goddess smiled down as she watched her wolves start their new like together.

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[unvillges]

Fools | Chapter 11

Pairing: min yoongi x ofc

Summary: min yoongi is a world famous producer and needs an assistant to help him out, but what he got was much more

Word Count: 5,070

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I shouldn't have been upset that Yoongi just wanted to forget what had happened between us, and I knew deep down that I couldn't forget about it because it just felt too good, like it meant more than it should of. But I tried to brush it off the next few weeks after, trying to just get back to normal or semi-normal.

It took a few days for us to get over the awkward interactions seeing each other in the hallway or the break room, and then another week for us to move past the "good morning, how are you?" "can you call this person?" "thank you" conversations that we had been happening.Things weren't 100% and jokes were pretty limited, so I decided to distance myself as much as I could so it wouldn't get too weird or personal again.

HOSEOK (10:39am)

Hello????

HOSEOK (10:49am)

Where have you been?

Sadly, even from Hoseok. It was tough to step back from that friendship since he had been there for me in the moments that I needed someone the most. He was a true friend, and I always appreciated it but i didn't want him to compromise his friendship for the sake of ours. Him and Yoongi had been through hell and back they were practically family and who was I to try to come in between that?

It was hard, I tried to cut contact down to as simple as possible keeping it to just business or when Yoongi needed me to ask him for something. When he invited me out to lunch I passed it off as being busy or that I had plans already. I knew that Yoongi would eventually tell him the truth and I was bracing for impact.

TO: HOSEOK (10:49am)

Well, it's Saturday, so I'm home

In my bed trying to sleep to be more exact

HOSEOK (10:50am)

You know what I mean

I haven't seen or talked to you in weeks

Ever since the day you told me about you and Yoongi

TO: HOSEOK (10:52am)

I just saw you at the office on Thursday

I've been busy

HOSEOK (10:53am)

For like a second

Are you ignoring me??

TO: HOSEOK (10:53am)

No

I've just been busy

HOSEOK (10:54am)

Make yourself un-busy for tonight

I'm having a small get together at my apartment and I want you to come

And I won't accept no for an answer either

This was a bad idea and I knew that too but at the same time I knew that if I said no that I wouldn't hear the end of it. That he would just come into my office on Monday and demand to know what was wrong, to know why I was doing what I was and then ask Yoongi, the last person I wanted to get involved, about it. The only way to get through this was by going at it head on and just seeing what happens

TO: HOSEOK (10:56am)

Fine. What time?

HOSEOK (11:00am)

8

I'll send u my address later

:))))) see you then

I sigh and drop my phone on my bed, immediately letting out a loud groan afterwards knowing that this night was going to have to happen eventually. In the off chance that Yoongi wasn't there then I knew Hoseok was going to ask what was going on and seeing what he could do about it. And if Yoongi was there that it'd either be minimal conversation  that would catch someone's attention. Either way, I knew that I'd have to explain myself to them and it seemed that no matter what the outcome was it was happening that night.

But what was going to happen if I didn't want to speak about it? What if I didn't want to bring up feelings that once again I had pushed to the side for the sake of this friendship and for this work relationship? I didn't know what to do if anyone asked me what was going on because I didn't feel like myself, not anymore. I felt like I was closing myself even more than I had before; before nothing was spoken about and I could live a life in complete ignorance, but now that there was even just a slight talk about these emotions makes it harder to ignore.

I wondered if it was just as hard for Yoongi, weeks had passed and although I could tell it was awkward between us I couldn't tell if it was because I was making it that way or if he also had the same train of thought that I did. Maybe he felt like he couldn't talk or joke around with me the way that we used to. It was possible that he thought that things were never going to be the same again but was hoping that the more he put it off the less she had to think about it. But, I would never be sure.

Hours passed and after a few more text exchanges with Hoseok I got ready to head over to his apartment. I kept my outfit simple but classy, knowing that it was probably more casual than anything but didn't want to be under-dressed in case it wasn't. He lived in the city which luckily wasn't too far from me and the more I went the easier the commute became. I was lucky I was able to navigate where I was quick enough that I was just a few minutes late for the party.

I wasn't sure what I was anticipating, I knew he said it was going to be intimate but we had two different meanings of the word small. See, Hoseok was a people-pleaser in the best of ways he always loved to be around his friends and more importantly he wanted to do his best to make sure they were happy and having a good time, which I didn't blame him. But, it did leave him to have tons of friends, all of who I assumed were going to be here at this party.

"You came!" Hoseok smiles when he opens the door, snapping me out of my thoughts and back into reality. A smile matched his enthused words, a glass of champagne in his free hand hinting that he was having a good time even prior to my entrance. "Welcome!" He says, before taking a step aside so I can walk into the apartment.

It was big and open, his kitchen to the right immediately when you walked in. A huge living room filled the interior until a short hallway lead down to his bedroom and a bathroom, a door at the end of the living room led out into a large balcony that overlooked Central Park, it was mesmerizing and breathtaking. For a one bedroom it was spacious and brand new, all the furniture and the building itself felt like it had just been built with how modern it was. People were in the living room, taking up space on the couch or standing and chatting with the person next to them. Surprisingly, it wasn't as many people as I thought would be there but still more than I would have counted as "intimate".

I scanned the crowd and saw Yoongi standing in the corner talking to a woman who looked a few years older than him. Blonde hair, around the same height and they seemed to be having a pleasant conversation. I brought my gaze elsewhere before he could look up and make eye contact, wanting to push away talking to him for as long as I could.

"Make yourself at home! The drinks are over there." Hoseok explained, pointing to another side of the room. "But before that I want to introduce you to someone." He said before grabbing my hand and pulling me further inside and into the living room. "Namjoon." He says, tapping on the shoulder of someone who was mid-conversation. Turning around was a man a few inches taller than Hoseok, a smile plastered on his face probably from the voice of his friend. "This is Yoongi's assistant I was telling you about, Lili Clark." He says which causes the other guy to say "ooooh".

"Kim Namjoon." He says extending his hand out towards me. "I've heard a lot about you, it's nice to meet you." I grab his hand and shake it before letting mine fall back down to my side.

"It's nice to meet you too, and I hope only good things?" I ask, raising my eyebrow before looking over at Hoseok who just laughs and shoots me a wink.

"Namjoon and Yoongi used to work together back in Korea, Joon here didn't make the jump with us but he does know everything there is about Yoongi and how difficult he is, so feel free to talk his ear off." Hoseok jokes which earns him a quick slap on the shoulder form Namjoon before he walks off and leaves the two of us alone.

"So you're Yoongi's new assistant, how's that going?" Namjoon asks. I can feel my cheeks heating up but just play it off, trying not to dwell on it too much or make it too obvious that even the mention of his name can send me blushing like this.

"Good, I've been working for him for about ... wow, five months already. Things have been going pretty good."

"Good, that's what I like to hear. He can be hard to get along with sometimes which I understand. Music is his passion, it's what bonded the three of us and we really do live and breathe it, but sometimes he's easily taken away by other things, or people." He says before taking a sip of the cup that was in his hand, from the smell I could figure out that it was beer. "I heard he ran away a few months ago." I can't help but let out a laugh and nod my head at him.

"Yeah, just for a little while but he came back."

"Good, Sofia is no good for him." He says. "Hoseok told me that's who he was with. I'm not sure how much he's told you but their break up was a messy one, I'm not sure why he even keeps in contact with her." He shrugs. "Anyway...".

He slowly fades into another conversation and completely forgets about the last thing we were talking about. And we learn a lot about each other, I learn about why he didn't move with them, where he's working in Seoul and just general facts about him all while trying my hardest not to look over at Yoongi. I could feel his stare burning into the side of my face but I couldn't bring myself to look at him, to watch as he had a conversation with someone but was completely and utterly focused on me and me only. I knew my heart would sink into the pit of my stomach and I would have just zoned out of my conversation with Namjoon who was welcoming with open arms.

"Is he talking your ear off?" The voice went up my spine and gave me goosebumps, it was the voice that I was so desperate to hear but also trying so hard to avoid.

"What's up, man." Namjoon laughs as he wraps Yoongi in a hug before stepping back. "I was just telling her about some music I've been producing, hopefully I wasn't talking her ear off."

"You weren't." I smiled and shook my head to reassure him that he definitely wasn't.

"That's awesome, but do you mind if I steal her for a second?" Yoongi asks causing me to become stiff, becoming completely aware of the possible conversation that we were about to have.

"Yeah go ahead. It was nice talking to you, Lili."

"You too, we'll catch up later." I smile before turning to Yoongi who extended his hand out for me. I take it, hesitating at first, and let him lead me out onto the balcony. Night fell on the sky but the city seemed as bright and awake as ever before. Although the balcony wasn't the most quiet space for us, it was the most private. "What's up?" I ask as he shuts the sliding door, leaning back against the balcony railing as I looked at him.

"We haven't had a moment alone in a while." He comments as he steps forward. "I just wanted to see how you were." I took a sip of the drink that Hoseok snuck into my hands at some point of when I was talking to Namjoon and just shrugged.

"I've been okay, how about you?"

"Same, just thinking about a lot." He says as he stands next to me, resting his elbow against the railing and looking at the city ahead of him. "You know?"

"Yeah, definitely." I mutter.

"We didn't really leave on good terms with out last talk, did we." He states which causes me to nod my head, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "I think there might have been things that I was like afraid to admit or to talk about at the time. I mean, I know it was only a few weeks ago but like I've done a lot of thinking."

"Are you telling me that you want to talk now?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at him.

"Possibly, if you don't mind."

"Uh..." I hesitate for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Sure." He nods his head, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts before he opens his mouth, shutting it immediately. "Well?" "I just don't know how to start this off, honestly. I don't know back then I was just so confused and I still am. I just didn't want to go too much time without telling you that I knew, although you seemed to conveniently leave it out of your story..."

"I'm sorry." I smile a little bit and he flashes me one back.

"It's okay, but I was still trying to register what happened and then Sofia was there earlier." Ah, yes, that was who it was. "And she seems to always pull me back whenever I'm in a really compromising position. And after our talks I was with her for a few days, I didn't disappear like last time but I was fully convinced that something was going to change between us again. But we've done it so many times and it just leads us down this deeper path of heartbreak and confusion and bad... things, just bad things."

I nod my head as I talk, letting him get out everything he needed to as it seemed like he was holding in a lot.

"And then I woke up one morning and she was there and I realized that I didn't want her to be. I didn't want her to be the one I woke up next to and it was the first time I've ever realized that." He said with a frown. "I realized that I was pushing away these other feelings for someone who didn't care about me nearly as much as you did." He says, looking me in the eyes which causes me avert my gaze. "I'm not saying that I want to take you home and have you wake up with me tomorrow, I'm just saying that things are obviously different between us, in the sense of like... there are potential feelings there and it's so mind-blowing to me but it's the truth." He speaks fast, almost too fast as I'm trying to understand where he's coming from but I know he's trying to sort out his own feelings while he's at it.

"Wait...what?" I ask, lifting my head up slightly to look at him, my eyebrow raised in confusion. "Feelings?" His eyes open wide and he stands up a bit straighter.

"I'm not reading the situation wrong, right? Like there's a small chance you have feelings for me....right?"

"You barely could remember the kiss last week and now here we are talking about feelings I-"

"Wait, but am I wrong? Like is there not a chance you have feelings for me?"

"I didn't say that, I'm just saying this is all so left field. The last time we even tried to talk about this you were kissing Sofia and pretty much made it seem like what happened between us should just stay in the past."

"And I'm trying to explain that I was an idiot. I didn't remember that night initially, sure, let's blame that on my total intoxication but that doesn't mean there wasn't a purpose behind the kiss. It wasn't just some out of the blue - okay it was out of the blue - but the feelings behind it weren't." He says taking a deep breath. "And I'm not sure where you stand on this, like was it something you wanted? Am I making all of this up?"

"No, I mean..." I bit down on my bottom lip and took a deep breath, shaking my head slightly. "It caught me off guard for sure, and I thought about it a lot in the sense of like 'did I always have feelings and this made me realize it' or 'am I making myself have feelings because this happened'?"

"And?"

"And then I walked in on you and Sofia."

"Oh."

"And I realized that I didn't really know what I was thinking anymore because I wasn't expecting it, I wasn't sure what to do."

"Did you think about it?"

"Yeah."

"And?"

"And you're my boss, Yoongi. Like, this was supposed to be just a work relationship that didn't turn into anything more."

"But?"

"Why are you assuming there's a 'but'."

"There's always a 'but' when it come to us, Lili."

I sigh at his words because, fuck, he was right there was always a 'but' with us. He was my boss but I calmed him down from having a freak out in the middle of a meeting by holding his hand and comforting him. He was my boss but there was a part of me that wished he didn't let me leave that night, even if he was drunk and didn't know what was happening. He was Yoongi but I was in love with him.

"Fine, but, then it started to make me think about what I really wanted and I'm not even totally sure. I just know that this has been brewing for quite some time now, and I was just pushing it away because nothing happened and nothing was supposed to happen but when it did it confused the hell out of me. It made me wonder what was going to happen and just..." I sigh, shaking my head. "I was looking for answers and when we wanted to talk about it, it just got acknowledge and swept under the rug once again. We can't keep doing that."

"I agree." He continues, nodding his head. "And I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to sit here and wonder if I should have said something different or anything at all."

"So what do we do?" I ask, wondering what was up next for us, what was the plan between the two of us. And just as Yoongi was going to open his mouth to speak the door opened, causing us both to look back at Hoseok who had a surprised look on his face.

"Hey! I've been looking for you guys, come in we're about to do the listening."

"Okay, we'll be in, in a second." Yoongi smiles before the door shuts again, leaving us back to just the two of us. "We'll continue this later?"

"Yeah, sure." I force a small smile before walking past him and back into the apartment. The once spread apart guests were now consolidated into the living room, waiting around for everyone to settle. I found my way to an open spot behind the couch, standing so that I could see Hoseok standing in the middle of the room with his glass of champagne and a smile on his face.

"Thank you all for coming, I know most of you thought this was just a get together but we just finished producing a few new songs and I'd like to show you guys first before it drops. All of us at the studio are excited to be producing this." He continues his speech but my mind wanders as he starts to thank everyone individually, starting to become conscious of the fact that Yoongi was standing right next to me. His hand was pressed up against mine as if he was waiting for the right time to take it and hold it.

"Lili Clark!" Hoseok's loud voice snapped me back into reality at the exact moment I felt Yoongi finally slip his hand into mine, giving it a squeeze - it was as if they had planned it. "Thanks for taking away Yoongi's mundane daily tasks so he had time to actually work on this song that I've been begging for him to do for months." Everyone, including myself, let out a laugh at his words. "Also, thank you for being just a new friend, but a good friend. Both of us appreciate you being here and if it wasn't for you, who knows if this song would have ever gotten done. Thank you." He smiles and sends me a wink before he turns his attention to his friend who was right next to me.

Hoseok's speech has distracted me from the fact that we were holding hands right now, from the fact that anyone could see us if they looked hard enough. But, even as the attention focused on him, Yoongi didn't let go or try to hide it.

"Min Yoongi, Agust D, Suga, which name do you prefer this year?" He asks which causes everyone to laugh, Yoongi cracking a smirk. "Thank you for always having my back, even when you can be the most annoying and cranky. Thanks for helping write and produce this, obviously, but thank you for never giving up on me. I love you, brother."

"Oh, God." Yoongi groans as he rolls his eyes, the outward affection from his friend too much to handle for him in front of this many people. "Come on!" Hoseok chuckles before he says a collective thank you and turns to play the songs.

They were amazing to hear, although I have heard parts of them before from the times Hoseok will send me them and ask me how I feel to the night in LA where we were up so late listening to the same song over and over.

But it was different time, it clicked in my head that the songs were talking about something much deeper than I had thought. The first one was about heartbreak, it's soft melody and deep voice showing the stress of breaking up. The lyrics were filled with late night arguments and early morning heart aches. I could feel Yoongi getting tense next to me as if the song was cleaning a wound that had been there for quite some time.

The next one was more upbeat, it was fun and it was fast. It spoke about first meetings, sparks and uncomfortable glances. It spoke about how sometimes things aren't always lined up perfectly and that it might need more time than was necessary to start it all up. And from the way that Yoongi was avoiding my gaze, I could tell that it spoke about me, about us.

I knew that he had written songs about me from how Hoseok had told me just a few weeks prior, but I would have never thought they would have been shown in front of me, let alone to other people.

The next few songs played and they were nothing like the first two, but good a mix of electronic and rap music, something that only the two of them could create so well and so easily. It was astounding the music they wrote and produced and how well it all fit together with the other type of music they had put out already. It was like they cracked the code on how to create the best hits and it would surprise me if these songs didn't make it big in the next few weeks that they would be dropping.

"Thank you guys again!" Hoseok says once the songs were over and everyone finished applauding. "I couldn't have done it without any of you, please continue enjoying yourselves!" He says before the crowd starts to disperse again, back to mingling among each other and grabbing drinks. Yoongi drops my hand from his when he sees Hoseok walking over to us, a smile plastered on his features. "We did it!" He cheers joyfully before hugging his friend who is excited, but doesn't show it as visibly.

"We really did." He chuckles as they pull apart, now both of them looking at me. "What did you think?"

"I loved the songs, you guys did a great job." I said, although I was completely aware of the meaning behind them, it was probably going to be a conversation for later.

"Thank you, Yoongi here helped me write the first two. Didn't he do such a good job?" Hoseok asked, obviously trying to instigate the situation even more.

"Yeah, he did." I say which causes Yoongi to look away from me, his cheeks heating up slightly hinting to me that he was embarrassed about the situation.

"Thanks." His voice was small, as if he would rather be in just about any other conversations at that moment then the one he was involved in. "I'm glad you like it, I hope everyone else does too."

Hoseok glances between us, noting how I stood there awkwardly while Yoongi was making eye contact between just about everything but me. It was obvious that he was putting all the pieces together at the moment. He narrowed his eyes at the both of us before he spoke up. "Okay, what's going on here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't ask what I mean, Lili. You guys are being so weird. These past two weeks you've barely talked to him or me and then I walk outside and you're having a full blown conversation but the second I walk out you guys get all weird. And not to mention, you." He points to Yoongi. "Have told me jack-shit about anything. So, what's going on?"

"I...uh..." I couldn't figure out an answer to his question because we hadn't gotten that far. Yoongi looked back over at me, and for a split second I couldn't help but to plead 'help I don't know what to say' with just a look. He turned his attention back to his friend and took a deep breath, stepping into the conversation.

"If you give me about five minutes." He reaches over and grabs my hand once again, our fingers intertwining together. "I can figure it out and let you know." He says before pulling me away, Hoseok's mouth parted in shock as we walked away.

"That was mean." I say with a frown as he pulls me into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. "And this is inappropriate, we shouldn't be in his bedroom."

"It's the only private part of this apartment unless you wanted to go back to my place and just leave Hoseok here sad and alone with these people."

"Okay, good point but let's just try to make this quick then. I don't want him sitting out there upset or something for a while."

Yoongi nods his head and takes a step closer to me, looking down at me for a second before taking a deep breath. He keeps walking until he stands all but a few inches from me. His hand moves to rest on the side of it, while the other one rests on my neck, softly lifting my head up. He rests his forehead against mine so that his lips hovering over mine not quite pressing against them in a kiss, but just hovering. It was almost as if he wanted to savor the moment and both of us just standing there. My eyes flutter shut as my hands move up to rest on his wrists, to keep his hands in place right before he closed the minimal space between our lips and kissing me.

The kiss was different from the last one, besides the absence of alcohol of course. It was softer as if it wasn't a race to see what was going to happen when we pulled away. It was gentle and full of words that we have been saying, but just putting more feeling into them. He traced his tongue across my bottom lip, crossing the line between soft and romantic to more passionate. We pull away a minute or so later, Yoongi leaving soft pecks as he did so.

"Was that quick?" He asked, as we both opened our eyes to look at each other, neither of us moving from the positions that we were in. He cracks a small smirk that makes me roll my eyes and laugh softly.

"Yeah, but still leaves me with a question."

"Okay, shoot then."

"What are we? And I hate asking that question it sounds so dumb and like out of a cheesy teen movie but seriously."

"I don't know. I know I came in here to figure that out but we should really have a long talk about it."

I nod my head in agreement and he gives me one last kiss before opening the door back up again, Hoseok standing on the other side with his arms folded against his chest. "Excuse me! What's going on?" We both laugh and I sneak past him, letting Yoongi stand alone in front of him.

"I'm going to let you two boys talk, enjoy!" I said before sneaking back into the party leaving a very confused and slightly annoyed Yoongi to fend for himself.

I ended the evening on a high note, there were some answers to my questions but mostly a new perspective to something that was so confusing not too long ago. I hoped that we could talk this out and make something work, otherwise who knew what the future had in store for us.

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[julia-highstorms]

The Third Park (Damien x OC (Ellie)) - Part 2

Summary: Damien Nazario is having the worst day of his life, because today is Allen's wedding and he is his Best Man.

Note: (most) characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. Damien is 100% human in here. Part 1

Pairing: Damien x OC (Ellie)

Rating: PG-13 (language/alcohol)

Word count: 2050

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Damien Nazario walked out of the restroom a few minutes later, his bow tie undone.

“Uh, I might need some help with this.” – he said. Allen chuckled and stepped closer, tying his bow tie skillfully.

Damien felt his cheeks getting hotter with the sudden approximation. Fuck. Allen was looking fantastic on his own tuxedo.

And he couldn’t help but remember the sensation of his lips against his. He would never forget it.

But it would never happen again. Because Allen was marrying somebody else.

“Done.” – Allen said, tapping his shoulder affectionately. – “If I hadn’t see you before, I’d never think that you walked here looking like a drunkard.”

“Shut up.” – Damien said again, making Allen giggle. – “Where’s Steve?”

“He’s in another room. Hayden too.” – Allen’s smile widened and Damien felt his heart cracking a little. – “As Nadia. But I  bet she’ll come here soon...”

Suddenly, the door from the adjoining room flied open and a small figure in white walked in.

“D! You freshened up good!” – Nadia exclaimed, holding a plate full of chocolates. Yeah, she was stressing eating.

“Famous last words.” – Allen chuckled.

“Oh my God...” – Damien muttered, his eyes watering. – “I usually don’t cry in weddings... But because of you I might. You look splendid, Nadia.” – and he hugged her.

“No! Get off me! I swear, if you cry on my dress, I’ll kill you!” – she punched him in the arm.

“Have I already told you how cute you look when you’re angry?”

“Oh my God, you didn’t just do this.” – Allen said.

“I’m not cute!” – Nadia protested, making both men laugh.

The double wedding happened that evening at the same time in the Terrace Room, a breathtaking view from New York on the back. It was a sunny and beautiful day of June.

Steve cried when Nadia appeared and Allen shedded a tear too when he saw Hayden. He smiled the whole time.

They had already eaten the formal four-course dinner and were mingling now. There wasn’t much for Damien to do. He had already greeted some guests before the weddings – mostly Parks, since neither Hayden and Steve had a family, and artists friends of Nadia and some college friends of both cousins. People that he didn’t know or had met just a couple of times before that evening – and that was it. Sloane came all the way from Washington D.C. (she was working at Nasa now) just to be their maid of honor. They exchanged a few words and he easily concluded that Sloane was still the same. Feeling a little out of place with that event – he didn’t blame her, he was feeling the same way –, but super excited and happy for all of her friends.

After a super boring chit chat with one of Nadia’s eccentric friends, Damien went to the restroom to freshen up. He might have drunk a few too many champagne flutes already.

When he walked outdoors, he found Nadia and Allen talking to a woman in a red dress, her back turned to him. He casually leaned against a wall, eavesdropping the conversation.

Bad habits die hard and he was a detective, after all.

“We thought you couldn’t make it!” – Nadia shouted, a little altered because of the alcohol.

“Almost! My train delayed. But I got here just a few minutes before the ceremony, so I had to sit on the back. I’m sorry I didn’t come to talk to you both earlier. Grandma already scolded me for being almost late.”

“That’s okay, what matters is that you’re here. And where’s your father?” – Allen answered her.

“He didn’t come. I guess the trip all the way here would exhaust him. He always says he’s too old to do anything now. Oh, but he sent you gifts!” – they all shared a laugh. Damien suspected that she was their cousin. They might have said that they had another one...

“So you came alone?!” – Nadia shouted again, her jaw dropping.

“Well, yeah.”

“Didn’t you bring... a partner?”

“Girl, after all that shit my last girlfriend put me through… I’ve quit dating for a while.”

“Oh yeah, I remember when you told us about her! But you’ve been single since then?! It’s been like decades ago!”

“It’s been just two years, Nadia. Besides, if I weren’t single, you wouldn’t be looking at the new Art Editor of the Mortif Magazine!”

“Ooooh!” – the cousins beamed together, clapping to the strange woman, who bowed to them.

“Oh, and let me say this: a double wedding?! Be honest with me, you both did this just to make us spend twice with the gifts, didn’t you?” – the three of them shared a laugh when Nadia spotted Damien.

“D, come here!” – she gestured at him to come closer. He grabbed himself another drink from a passing waiter and approached the trio. Allen welcomed him with a warm smile. That smile that always made him feel happy and special. – “I guess you’ve never met another cousin of ours! Damien, this is Ellie. Ellie, this is our great friend and Best Man, Damien Nazario!”

And then, the woman turned to him and he finally saw her face.

Fuck.

The woman looked at him, a sympathetic smile on her face. She extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Damien. I’m Eleanor, but you can call me Ellie.” – he greeted her, still feeling a little numb.

Fuck. She was gorgeous.

“The ‘third Park’, as we like to say.” – Allen chuckled.

“Although I’m not a Park technically. My surname is Zhou.”

Eleanor Zhou.

“Details. You still have Park blood running in your veins!!” – Nadia said. – “Ellie, D is that friend of ours that we told you about! Do you remember him?”

Her brown eyes were back to his, looking at and through him with new interest, head to toes. He felt himself getting hotter.

“Oh my God. You’re the one.”

Damien cleared his throat, trying to act more normal. As if he wasn’t desperately attracted to the woman right in front of him.

“I hope this is a good thing.” – he said, that charming smile he always used to get information from some suspects back on his lips.

He saw a side smile tugging on the corner of her lips, red like the dress she was wearing, when Nadia said:

“You know us, D! We always say good things about you! Unless when we don’t say it.” – his friend definitely was too drunk, by the way she giggled with her own joke.

“Alright, Nadia, I guess you should stop drinking for today!” – Allen said, taking the glass from his cousin’s hand. Nadia tried to grumble something unintelligible as Steve and Hayden approached the group.

Eleanor greeted her cousins’ partners. Damien felt like someone punched him in the stomach when he saw Allen’s face lighting up by just seeing Hayden, who leaned and kissed him on the cheek. He drank all his champagne in one go.

“Uh, I’ll get myself another drink.” – he quickly excused himself before walking away, desperate to be free of those “love’s in the air” vibes.

He stopped by the restaurant bar, asking for an Old Fashioned. There were a few people indoors, mostly still on their tables, chatting. He drank it while looking through the East River. That was a great view of Lower Manhattan at night.

He heard a few light steps approaching and a voice he knew asking for a red wine. When Damien turned to the person standing next to him, her dark brown eyes were already on him, staring back, catching him by surprise. He even stopped breathing, his eyes locked on hers.

“Damien Nazario, right?”

“Yep. Eleanor Zhou?” – he saw a smile tugging in the corner of her red lips. She nodded. – “Uh... I thought you were talking to the happy couples?”

“Yes, but they have newlyweds duties, such as talking to all their guests and not spend the whole time with their cousin who they can text every day. So here I am.” – she shrugged. He nodded, not knowing what to say and drank the rest of his drink.

He rarely acted like this, especially around someone he would find attractive. But there was something inside his head telling himself to keep his distance from Eleanor.

Well, it probably was because she was a Park. Well, sort of.

“So...” – she kept saying softly. – “You’re the hot detective friend who helped Nadia with that creepy stalker dude. The one who helped Allen and Nadia bring that evil Corporation down, and saved their...” – the woman hesitated for a second. – “...partners.”

...And the one who Allen left for a robot.

Damien cursed himself mentally. He had promised himself that he would stop thinking about that. That he would stop feeling sorry and pity for himself. He was a grown man, dammit.

He was the one who told Allen, two years before, that he would understand if things wouldn’t work between them, when Allen told him he was on an open relationship with Hayden after they found out their true nature. And it didn’t.

But, yes, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed and broken hearted when Allen chose to be with Hayden. Damien kind of knew that it would have happened anyway. Allen (and Nadia) brought Eros down because of their “Perfect Matches”. Of course he was going to choose them.

And, even though Damien was very aware about it, it hurted like hell, anyway.

“...Yep, that’s me.” – he answered and asked for another drink to the barman.

Yep, he knew he was abusing on the alcohol again and that he had promised Nadia that he would behave, but that was not being his favorite day. The person he had been in love for six years had just married. And he was his Best Man.

He deserved that drink. And all the drinks.

“Hey... hey, are you okay?” – Eleanor asked the man beside her. Damien turned down his second drink and she’s been there for, like, just five minutes.

“I’ve never been better.” – he answered, putting the glass down on the counter a little too hard.

Oh God. She had promised herself that she would stop taking care of stupid drunkards who weren’t able to know their alcohol limitations. She always ended up listening to unwanted confessions and her clothes smelling like vomit.

But hey. She had eyes. And that was a very attractive man. Her cousins didn’t lie when they told her he was handsome and hot (although Eleanor always felt a little suspicious about Nadia’s taste in men)...

But Damien Nazario was hot. There was no doubt about it.

...And he looked like someone who wanted to drown himself on whiskey.

The man was going to ask for another drink, when Ellie suddenly grabbed him by his elbow and pulled him away from the bar. She threw a fifty to the surprised bartender, not caring how much it cost for their drinks, and dragged the drunk man to the restroom. She shoved him inside, and ordered him to wash his face. Damien thought that she was stronger than she looked. Was it a Park trait? Be stronger than they look?

He could have refused following her bossy ways. But that was a kind of turn on. He liked when they were more dominant.

He ended up doing what she instructed him, with Eleanor watching him from outside the toilet, that was too small for both of them, like a hawk.

“Feeling better?” – she asked as she watched him drying his face with a towel.

“I guess so.” – the woman rolled her eyes to his answer. – “Uh, thanks...?”

“You’re welcome.” – she said as he walked out of the restroom, untying his bow-tie. – “So. You look like a reasonable guy, when you’re not trying to get drunk.”

“Thank you.” – he answered sarcastically, but she just ignored him and took a small step towards him, her face just inches from his, and kept talking:

“....So maybe you can tell me. What the fuck is going on here?”

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