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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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skin starving

tony stark x f!reader fluff. no warnings, just a few f-bombs. touch starved tony’s third person pov. words: 2,5k. no beta because i just really needed to get this off my chest.

recommended music to go with the story: two feet - 'love is a bitch' & 'quick musical doodles'. Or any lo-fi hip-hop radio really.

It started as an itch. At first, a small but bothersome thing, that kept him up at night, steering the already unreasonable hours of wakefulness into dangerous territory. The cold of his bed was unappealing and more often than not, he’d started passing out on the flat surfaces nearest to him: workshop, lab, common room couch, the lazy boy in Bruce’s apartment.

The team noticed, of course, they weren’t blind. They all had been on edge the first few months after Pepper left him. They expected him to act out, lock himself up in his lab or go back to his old habits of boozing and bringing home a different girl every night. And he had tried that, once or twice, but airheaded twenty-somethings weren’t appealing anymore. Most of the time their ass kissing and blatantly flattery annoyed him further into self-loathing abyss. He simply couldn’t step up to be the kind of man they described him to be - it seemed as if every woman on planet Earth had a whole list of expectations he specifically could not meet.

With Thor off planet, not one remaining person on the team was particularly touchy-feely. And that was the thing with Tony Stark: as an engineer, as a mechanic, he made his way through the world hands-first, every approach he had was hands-on. During late nights and early mornings, he laid in bed, sleepless and dreamless, desperately refusing to admit his own touch starvation.

Whenever Rogers threw an arm around his shoulders during a particularly successful team bonding activity, it took every ounce of willpower Tony had to not lean into it and purr like a cat. He hadn’t truly forgiven Steve for his cold, cruel words of criticism shortly after Pepper’s departing. He wasn’t going to chummy up to a man who thought him selfish, opportunistic and self-absorbed.

Tony became irritable and withdrawn. He simultaneously craved and avoided even the casual, friendlier attention his teammates gave him on a daily basis. His usual snark became that much more biting, having caused several people to storm out of team meetings.

On a cold autumn morning, Tony had found his way at the tower’s Starbucks on the employee floor. He had squeezed a generous five hours of restless sleep and he was sick of the plain black coffee in his kitchen. A spontaneous desire for something sweet and creamy and caffeinated led him to the place in line at the cafeteria, only a few early birds ahead of him.

Tony’s brain was hazy as it had been past few weeks, dull from the lack of rest and the hyperfixation of his own skin feeling alien to him. For once, he wasn’t typing away on his StarkPhone as he usually did to avoid being bothered; Tony stared straight ahead, unseeing, nothing but white noise in his usually racing brain.

Two women stood in front of him and he couldn’t help but overhear a part of their conversation.

“… Are you really horny or just lonely or touch-starved, though? I mean, Tinder? It’s not really your style.”

“Eh, I dunno. Probably the second but it’s not like men go on Tinder to find a cuddle buddy.”

“Well, maybe? I’ve heard about arrangements like that.”

“No offense, babe, but it’s probably kids in their early twenties. Those gen-z’s, babe, are weird. I’m not really up to date on all of that.”

The topic of the conversation was what piqued Tony’s interest; the world liked rubbing salt into his wounds and hysterically laugh at his misfortune. Bleary-eyed, he briefly scanned the two women: both appeared to be interns or junior techs in his company, evident by the purple employee badges hanging from their bags.

“So what are you going to do?” One woman asked the other as their turn to order took Tony one step closer to obtaining his desired caffeine.

“Unless someone normal magically appears with an offer of no-strings-attached, good ole’ snuggle fest, I guess I’m getting dicked down on Saturday,” The other replied with a teasing tone. The lack of excitement in the last part of the sentence was obvious.

“Gross,” The first one shook her head and hurriedly rattled off her order to the barista who looked about as disgruntled as Tony felt.

Hours and three coffees later, Tony’s overactive brain was still stuck on that woman from the cafeteria. Her back, her purse stuffed full of colorful manila folders, her neatly gathered hair - Tony Stark had nearly perfect memory and he remembered every single detail despite his brain fog. Objectively, she was attractive, no more no less than a different dozen of women he’d seen at any point in his life before. So why was he hung up on her?

It didn’t take him a long time to find her file, faster than he’d liked to admit. Manually sorting through hundreds of interns, lab technicians and various second-tier employees wasn’t exactly considered productive but with Pepper and her nagging out of the picture, Tony could afford to slack off a little bit.

So he found her name and her e-mail address, skimmed over her performance report with satisfaction, finding her to be a busy bee in the 90-th percentile. Her superiors considered her trustworthy, hard-working and communicative, all good traits.

Pepper’s absence meant he’d have no one to cover his ass should he get slapped with a harassment suit; however, he was the Tony Stark after all. He had more money that he’d cared to count and an army of lawyers at his disposal 24/7.

Amidst the jumbled mess of wires, circuit boards, tablets, empty coffee cups and the occasional piece of paper, Tony typed up an e-mail to the woman sharing his… Condition.

“I heard you and your friend talking at Starbucks. I could use a cuddle buddy. Wine and Netflix at my place? What’s your takeout preference?”

No. That came off way too creepy, like he was some kind of a dirty eavesdropper.

He contemplated some more, typing up and erasing multiple e-mails with various proposals: his penthouse, her place, a three Michelin star restaurant, a walk in the park. Almost all of it screamed ‘date’, like he’d drag her off to bed the very moment an opportunity wouldn’t present itself. It wasn’t so: Tony Stark, the playboy genius, had his dick firmly tucked into his pants. The thought of fucking her crossed his mind only briefly, quickly being chased away by the thought of her fingers running through his hair. Her warm, soft body in his arms. Just laying on his couch, eyes closed, reveling in each other’s arms.

Tony hit send on the least obnoxious option. He baited his breath, clicking his fingers in anticipation as the message showed itself to having been delivered.

“Mary, is this you trying to be funny? Stark is going to fire you if he finds out you’re impersonating him to stop your friend from going on a questionable date. Grow up.” Came the very prompt reply, ending with a short string of angry emojis. Tony could totally trust a person who used emojis unironically and generously.

“For the record, I wouldn’t be mad if somebody pretended to be me for the sake of saving their cute friend from a creep. The problem would be making it look credible.” Tony typed up the answer without thinking, quickly snapping a picture of himself holding the Starbucks cup with his name written on it, throwing his usual sloppy peace sign. He attached it to the email and hit send.

“WTF” Came the reply not a minute afterwards. He let it sink in, giving the woman some time to gather her wits. She did not disappoint. “Okay, even if we pretend this is real - which I doubt - what’s in it for you? If you heard our conversation, you surely know my stance on the matter.”

“I’m always glad to prove you wrong. I’m a genius - comes with the territory.” Tony simply couldn’t resist adding a generous dose of snark. “You’re welcome to meet me after clocking out. Use the private elevator, my AI will beam you up.”

The reply took a considerably long amount of time, seeing as previously, she typed back rather quickly. “Please don’t be a creepy rapist, Scotty. Fingers crossed.” Tony managed to almost break his stylus twice. His hands shook, and he had to tell himself to breathe - still, he laughed at the clever way she replied.

Several more hours later, during which Tony had nearly paced a hole through various floors on the residential side of the tower, he took a quick shower, dressed in a flattering but comfortable designer sweatpants and polo combo and made himself at home on the obscenely large living room sofa on his own, private penthouse floor.

He was up and running towards the elevator when Friday’s voice notified him of the woman entering the elevator on the employee floor. Tony tousled his hair, adjusted his glasses, fiddled with the drawstring of his pants.

The woman was wearing casual office wear, pants and a loose blouse, a lab coat loosely draped over her arm and her purse hanging off the shoulder on a thin strap. Her hair was loose now, a little frizzy as if she continuously ran her hands through it. Tony quietly rejoiced at not being the only nervous one.

Clever eyes scanned the room with unhurried interest before finally landing on him. “Not too shabby, if I say so myself,” The corners of her mouth tilted in an attempt at a smile, it was obvious she was studying him.

“Thanks, I try my best,” Tony smirked. Humble he was not. “So, how do you want to do this?”

“I see a comfortable couch,” She looked to be grateful for being given the opportunity to lead this interaction. “Let’s park our behinds on it, bicker for ten minutes about a movie choice and settle on one none of us really like. Then we can tell each other our no-no zones and, well, yeah,” She started out confidently. Probably practiced in the elevator. But towards the end, her shyness took over.

For Tony, it was kind of cute. A nice change from suck-ups that flocked him at every social gathering in hopes of getting something out of him. The woman that had tossed her bag carelessly on the far end of the couch and untucked her blouse looked and felt like the exact opposite of those people. She looked willing to give.

Tony sat next to her, keeping a couple of inches of free space between them. “Food preferences? Food allergies?” He asked, tapping the food delivery application.

“Nope, and I will eat just about anything.” He felt more than saw her side-eyeing him. Both of them were jittery. So uncharacteristic for Tony, to be blushing and stammering like a high school boy. Sex was easy, but intimacy? Complex. It was addictive and eventually, painful.

Movie decisions were surprisingly easy and she said so. They settled on a Tarantino classic, an old flick neither of them had watched in a long time. As the discussion progressed, Tony used his wits to find out more about her without making it seem like an interrogation. He had run a background check on the woman and her family but those only went that far, besides, it was a great opportunity to practice the tips Natasha had shared with him at one point or another. Being friends with spies had it’s perks.

They ate their food until their bellies were full. A comfortable, relaxing stupor, being warm from the inside out.

Tony noticed when the woman spoke, she spoke with her hands. She had caught herself grasping his forearm multiple times when they’d got more passionate about their discussion. And what Tony loved the most was that she refused to apologize. He saw a kindred soul in the woman; quiet until something struck her fancy. Then, she became a whirlwind of ideas and opinions.

In no time, it became a natural action to extend his arm and wrap it around her shoulders, reclining backwards. There was little grace in laying belly-up like a dead fish but the woman didn’t seem to mind. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she laid down sideways, throwing a leg over one of his own.

Her palm traced the outline of his arc reactor when something on the screen caught her in a moment of intense interest. Tony preferred to avoid the cursed thing - scars around it definitely did not do any favour to his aging, marked body - but he found himself exhaling the tension when it was obvious the woman really did not care. An occasional quiet hum of satisfaction was the only noise that came from her: he noticed the sound escaped her lips every time his thumb began fiddling with the sleeve of her blouse and rubbed against her arm.

He was quite content. It was warm, he was surrounded by so much warmth.

The hug was mutual when she left home, both of them comfortable with the gesture for people who had met in a rather unconventional way.

She started coming over a couple of times a week, a quiet evening of the best takeout in NYC and (mostly) interesting movies. A solace, always a single e-mail away.

Tony saw her in the cafeteria once or twice; he appreciated the brief, tiny secretive grin she gave him out of her friend’s eyesight. She never approached him. He was grateful for that. He didn’t want to deal with all the drama and all the fuss surrounding incidents between him and his employees. It was nobody’s business what any of them did after clocking out - and him and his cuddle buddy, they weren’t even fucking, for Thor’s sake.

Maybe they would get there someday. Or maybe they won’t. It was only now for Tony. The rare free Saturday night he had, he truly took a vacation from all the bullshit and lured her in with promises of very expensive wine, her favourite New York style pizza and the willingness to entertain watching a few of those funny YouTube videos she liked.

They did watch them and Tony didn’t mind. He stepped over the irrational fear and the initial discomfort and curled up around her, hiding his face in the soft cotton of her worn hoodie, his own breath tickling his face in warm puffs. The hand running through his hair was tender like it never was with Pepper - his ex was far too preoccupied to baby her grown-up boyfriend. But the woman moulded to his body like an extension of himself was happy to do so. Tony’s hair was longer now and it glided perfectly along the woman’s palms.

His heart was steady, thumping in his ears, overshadowing the noises coming from the TV. He exhaled and felt her other hand begin tracing circles on his back, as if she saw the stress and the bitterness leave his body with every caress, every brush of their bodies. Maybe she did?

He held onto her, held her back like she’d held him. Safekeeping the warmth inside of him. Guarding his peace.

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princess-of-riviaa · 4 years

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Tastes So Good

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: He’s your best friend’s step-dad, but that hasn’t stopped you from lusting after him since day one.

Author’s Note: Dark(ish) oneshot with Henry Cavill’s Walter Marshall from Night Hunter. Although he has a daughter in the movie, the character Ana is made up for this story.

Warning(s): age gap (reader is 18), daddy kink, size kink

Word Count: 4.1k (I’m really sorry, this was supposed to be short but my Henry-Cavill-thirsty ass can’t shut up about this man)

YOU

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” you told Ana as you climbed out of the pool, water droplets sliding down your body.

Your best friend didn’t even reply, too caught up in the conversation she was having with her boyfriend. The pool was filled with people and the backyard was loud. Ana knew a lot of people and had invited at least thirty people to her seventeenth birthday. Your birthday was last week, and though it was a milestone--18 years old, you were finally an adult!--you had opted to just spend the day with Ana at the mall.

You walked inside the house. Everyone was busy partying outside, so the living room was completely vacant and quiet. You entered the kitchen to find Mr. Marshall standing at the island with a cake, looking very much out of his depth. You giggled at the look on his face. He wasn’t one to get overwhelmed easily. And he clearly had yet to realize he wasn’t alone, otherwise his face would have been a blank mask. It was impossible to tell what your best friend’s dad was thinking at any given time.

That was the main reason you’d refrained from making a move on him all these years; that, and the fact that, as a loyal follower of the law, he wouldn’t have gone anywhere near you as a minor. So you were left to your own fantasies of what those muscled arms would feel like wrapped around you and exactly how skilled those hands were at certain activities.

But now you were an adult. And currently, you were half naked, dripping in his kitchen. You mustered up your courage and moved closer to him. “Need help with the cake?”

He looked up at you, then eyed your outfit and the way it did little to cover up your intimate parts. Though his eyes lingered, his face was unreadable as always. He said, “I didn’t hear you come in, Y/N.”

You gave him your sexiest smirk. “I’m good at sneaking around.”

Whether he caught the double meaning in your words or not, he said, “This is embarrassing but, uh, I can’t seem to figure out this icing.”

You laughed and walked around to his side of the island. He held the icing container in his hands, though the cake was still undecorated.

“I’m not exactly an artist,” he admitted.

You held your hand out to him. “Good thing I am.” You weren’t an artist actually, but you did know how to cook and bake, and you’d been decorating cookies and cupcakes since you were a little girl.

He handed the container over to you and began your work. You were only half aware of the way he watched your tongue stick out slightly in your concentration, though the majority of your attention was on the icing. It took no more than five minutes to cover the cake and write “Happy Birthday Ana” on the top. Your body had stopped dripping with pool water by the time you finished.

“Thank you,” Mr. Marshall sighed, clearly relieved. “The cake would have been a horror show if I had touched it.”

You giggled.

He grabbed the container and slid some frosting onto his finger before handing the container to you. “Want some?”

You nodded, but instead of taking the container you grabbed his hand. His eyes were locked on you as you put his finger in your mouth and licked the icing off, keeping your eyes on his the entire time. You continued licking his finger long after you’d gotten all the frosting off and moaned before saying, “Tastes so good.”

“You really don’t know when to stop,” he said, but he didn’t pull his hand away, his focus locked on your mouth.

You watched his gaze darken as you added a second finger to your mouth and began sucking and licking, showing him just how good you could make him feel if you had another part of him in your mouth. You pulled his hand back just to say, “I’m eighteen now, you know.”

His blue eyes jumped back to yours. For a second he looked between your eyes and your mouth, and your stomach clenched because you thought this is it, he’s finally going to kiss me. But he looked away and sighed. “You’re Ana’s best friend.”

“She’s thinking about graduation and college and her boyfriend,” you pointed out. “I doubt she’s really going to care who her father is fucking--”

He snapped back to look at you and brought his hand back to his side. His expression was hard, cold. “I never said anything about sex, Y/N.”

You raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “So you don’t want to fuck me? You don’t want me on my knees for you, my tongue teasing the tip of your co--”

He closed the distance between you and grabbed your chin in his hands, making you shut up. “Don’t say another word.”

“Tell me you don’t want me,” you dared, your hand trailing down his chest. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you, or you don’t want to see me naked, or you don’t want me writhing beneath you and moaning your name--”

His mouth was against yours a second later. The kiss was fast and rough and dizzying. His beard scraped against your jaw and the feeling made your stomach knot with need. You moaned into his mouth, half out of surprise and half out of lust, and he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you tighter against him. The outline of his erection pressed against your bare stomach. You wrapped your hand around his length and began to stroke him over his jeans.

But as quickly as he’d kissed you, he stepped back. A shaking hand shook his curls out of his face. You stepped towards him but he spun and put his back to you. “I can’t do this. You’re a child.”

“Mr. Marshall--” you began, but he was gone before you could finish your sentence.

...

WALTER

The house is quiet when he comes home from work. Ana is at her mom’s until summer break, so he has the place to himself for the next two months. He tosses a frozen, pre-prepped dinner in the microwave and waits for it to warm up. One glance at the island, at the spot where he’d kissed Y/N less than forty-eight hours ago makes his stomach knot. She’d offered herself up completely for him, the picture of temptation, and he’d almost given in. He’d almost fucked her right on the island besides his daughter’s birthday cake. His dick twitches in his pants at the thought of it. Ana’s best friend. Of all fucking women to be attracted to, it had to be his daughter’s best friend.

The microwave beeps and he jumps, startled from his thoughts. He takes the steaming food out--an unappealing meal of chicken and steamed vegetables--and grabs a fork before moving to the living room. He opens the file of his current case and begins reading the overviews of the top three suspects.

Walter’s only halfway through his meal before there’s a knock at his door. He’s instantly tense. Ana is at her mom’s. There’s no one else who should be knocking on his door at eight in the evening. He grabs his gun from the kitchen table, where he’d set it down after coming home, and heads to the front door. One look through the peephole tells him it’s Y/N. He sighs and tucks his gun into the back of his jeans before opening the door.

She’s dressed in a black trench coat and heels. It’s May, so the weather doesn’t warrant the need for a trench coat, and Walter’s instantly suspicious. He can see the faint shine of lipgloss on her mouth and her hair is hanging around her shoulders and wavy--she didn’t straighten it like she normally does (which is definitely not a feature he’s noticed about her, that she can’t stand her natural hair and straightens it every morning before going anywhere).

“Y/N,” he sighed, hating how his body reacted to the sight of her--his hands longed to reach out to her; his mouth ached to kiss hers; and his dick was suddenly alert and awake. “Isn’t it a school night?”

“I graduated last year,” she reminds him. “You keep forgetting that I’m a year older than Ana.”

Ana. The first and foremost reason Walter couldn’t claim Y/N as his own.

“She’s not here,” he told her.

“I know,” Y/N confessed. “I just finished hanging out with her an hour ago. She’s cramming for her AP tests next week.”

“Then why are you here?” Walter questioned. It came out colder than he’d intended for it to, but if being mean made Y/N go away then he’d do it, even if he didn’t like it.

But it seemed to have the opposite effect. Her eyes lit up, making the brown of her irises look golden. “Can I come in?” When he opened his mouth to say no, she added, “I’m thirsty.”

He sighed. It would be ungentlemanly to turn her away while she was needing a drink, so he stepped back and let her in. He walked to the kitchen and she followed him. She stayed back as he poured her a glass of water. But when he offered her the glass, she didn’t take it.

She looked up at him through long lashes. “That’s not what I’m thirsty for.” Before he could respond, she untied her coat and let it fall to the floor. She didn’t wear anything more than a bra and underwear underneath. They must have been a set because they were the same shade of baby pink and had the same lace designs. Walter’s dick jumped, straining against his jeans that were suddenly too tight.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” He questioned, but his voice came out weak and breathy. God, the things he wanted to do to this girl.

Y/N stepped closer to him and said, “I’m proving to you that I’m not a child.”

YOU

Your heart had been racing as you’d knocked on the door, when he answered it, when he finally let you in... But the look on his face when you took off the coat had made all of it worth it. He wanted you. You knew that without a doubt now. And tonight you were both going to get what you wanted.

“Y/N...” he said as you knelt in front of him. His tone was a warning, but he did nothing to fight you off as you reached for the button of his jeans.

You pulled down his jeans and boxers enough to release his cock. You gasped at the sight of it, already hard. Hard for you.

“What are you--fuck!” He cried out once you wrapped your mouth around his tip. You ran your tongue along the sides of his cock, teasing him. “I’m going to hell for this,” Mr. Marshall moaned as he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy you.

You spit onto his head and wrapped your hand around him, moving your spit up and down his entire length. He was large in length and girth and you struggled to fit all of him in your mouth. The tip of his cock brushed against your throat and you struggled not to gag and you continued taking in all of him. You struggled to breathe through your nose as he gripped your hair and began moving your mouth along him to a speed that he liked. You coughed and gagged, your throat tightening around his length with every other thrust, but he didn’t stop fucking into your mouth. Your eyes began to water. Your tears mixed with drool but you didn’t care. You’d wanted this for so long, wanted to taste him and let him use you, and now he finally was. God, you loved being legal. His cock twitched in your mouth. You’d been with enough guys to know that that meant he was close to coming. You moaned around him and he grunted as he began thrusting into your mouth faster, faster, faster--

And then his cum was shooting down your throat. It was warm and salty--addicting. You wanted to taste him again and again. After several moments he pulled out of your mouth. The kitchen was filled with the sound of both of you breathing heavily.

You looked up at him, your eyes still watery and vision still slightly blurred. His eyes met yours and he cursed under his breath. With the tears and drool all over your face, you probably looked disgusting. You stood up and stepped towards the sink, wanting to clean yourself off, but he just pulled you against him and kissed you. His lips were soft but rough against your own, a completely different feeling from his cock. His tongue pressed against your mouth and you parted your lips, letting him lick inside your mouth. He was rough and needy and impatient, fighting for dominance against your tongue. You let him win, basking in the way his tongue licked inside your mouth and made you feel like he was kissing every inch of you at once.

“Jump,” he breathed into your mouth. He moved his hands under your thighs and you understood what he wanted. You jumped and he wrapped your legs around his waist, your mouths never leaving each other. You gripped his curls in your hands, clinging to him. He began walking somewhere but you didn’t know where. You were too busy kissing him like your life depended on it to notice what was going on around you.

He finally set you down against something soft and warm. You pulled away from him to see you were now in the living room. He’d lain you down on the couch, still slightly warm from where he’d been sitting a few minutes ago. There was a TV tray to your left, upon which sat a plate of chicken and broccoli, half-eaten, and a folder with work documents inside.

“Mr. Marshall,” you said as you looked up at his body hovering over yours.

He frowned and said, “Don’t call me that, Y/N.”

“What would you prefer?” you wondered.

“I’d prefer for you to stop talking so I can kiss you,” he said before latching his mouth onto yours.

You moaned into his mouth and reached for him. You clutched his shirt in your hands and struggled to take it off. He understood what you wanted and pulled back just long enough so he could take it off and toss it on the ground. He leaned towards you again but you pushed his chest back, wanting to admire all the muscle and hair on his chest. He looked even bigger without a shirt on. You hadn’t thought that was possible. He was twice your size and ripped with muscle, from his shoulders to his abs. His arms were huge too, veins barely visible along his biceps. You eyed the dark hairs that swirled around his pecs and the hair along his stomach waist, which disappeared beneath his jeans.

“Like what you see?” The words were joking but his voice was serious.

“You have no idea,” you admitted before reaching for his jeans. “Take these off.”

He paused and considered something. “Tell me you’re not a virgin.”

“Would you still fuck me if I was?” you wondered, purely curious.

He thought about it. “I don’t know. I can’t say yes, but I can’t say no either. Your first time should be right. You should be with someone you care about, a boyfriend that’s actually your age.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his sweet words. “Well then it’s a good thing I’m not a virgin,” you said as you began tugging at his pants.

“Someone’s impatient,” he noted as he rose to his feet and undressed himself.

“I’ve been wanting you to fuck me for two years,” you admitted. “Of course I’m impatient.”

“With that filthy mouth, I’m not sure why I ever thought you were a virgin in the first place.”

You didn’t reply. The words had been lost in your throat as you took in the sight of him in front of you. His thighs were thick and sculpted with muscle like a greek god. You wanted to ride those thighs, to feel them clench and press against your pussy as you came on top of him... You eyed his cock, already growing hard again. His body was so perfect it was unreal. The thought of this man fucking you... You moaned.

He was back on top of you a second later. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pressing him against your clothed core as he looked down at you. He took in your dark, lustful gaze; the way your mouth parted with need; the way you arched your throat for him to kiss.

“How bad do you want me, baby girl?” he whispered in your ear before sucking on your earlobe.

You threw your head back and latched onto his shoulders. You were dripping for him already. You had no doubt you’d already stained your thong--the thong you’d bought specifically with him in mind. He pressed his bare thigh to your core and applied just enough pressure to make you moan. “Fuck, daddy!” you cried out, and then you froze with embarrassment. You couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Daddy, hmm?” he growled into your ear. “I like the sound of that, little one.”

You moaned and writhed beneath him, bucking your hips up against his thigh.

“You’re dripping,” he breathed, feeling your wetness pool in your underwear. “Already so needy for me.”

“Fuck me,” you moaned.

“Ask nicely,” he replied with a smirk as he kissed down your neck and chest before grabbing your breasts between his hands.

Your body warmed under his touch as he massaged your breasts in his large hands, which made you look so tiny underneath him. “Please fuck me, daddy!”

“Shit, baby girl,” he breathed before burying his face between your breasts--

And then ripped your bra clean off. You gasped in surprised and looked down to find your breasts bare to the world, your nipples hardening in the cold air. “That was a hundred dollars!”

His blue eyes jumped to yours. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he promised before taking one of your nipples in his mouth and squeezing the other one between his fingers.

You moaned and clenched onto his hair as he made your body writhe with pleasure. “Daddy... I need you inside of me.” Your hips continued to buck up desperately. You rubbed your core along his thick thigh, but that wasn’t enough. Not right now. You needed his cock. You needed him to make you come undone.

“Okay, baby girl,” he agreed before pulling back and resting his weight on his thighs. He eyed your thong and smirked mischievously. “Well, since your bra’s already ruined...” In one quick pull he ripped your panties in half. “Might as well finish these off too.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he raised your underwear to his nose and sniffed the mere sight of that filthy act made your walls clench around nothing.

“You smell like heaven, baby girl,” he muttered. “I can’t way to see what you feel like.”

You whined and reached for him. He let you hold onto his forearm as he lined himself up with your entrance and entered you. You cried out, both in pleasure and in pain at the size of him.

His gaze jumped to you. “I really don’t want to stop, but if you need me to--”

You shook your head. “Just go slow.”

He hesitated before pushing himself further inside of you. Your walls clenched so tightly around him that you thought you were going to cum before he’d even bottomed out. He leaned forward and kissed you softly as he entered you further. Your moans and occasional whimpers were swallowed in his mouth between kisses. It took a full minute for him to fit all the way inside of you. Even then he didn’t move for another minute, letting you adjust to his size. He kissed you deeply as he began to move inside of you. His hands grabbed onto your breasts and began massaging them again. You cried out, already feeling yourself too close to the edge.

“You gotta stop,” you breathed, “or I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s the goal,” he replied against your lips and moved even faster inside of you.

You cried out, clutching tightly to him as your vision went white and you came around his cock. He didn’t slow his pace, didn’t show any mercy on your body as he claimed you as his own.

“Fuck daddy...” you whimpered.

“You feel so good baby, feel so good around daddy’s cock,” he murmured, clutching tightly to you as he picked up his pace again. “I want you to cum again. Cum for daddy, baby girl.”

Your legs were already clenching tightly around his waist as you neared your second orgasm. He felt like pure heaven inside of you. His cock was so big, touching every inch of you as he pounded away. Within a matter of seconds you threw your head back and came again, milking his cock with all the energy left inside of you.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby girl.”

“Cum inside me,” you moaned, only half aware of everything in your blissful state.

He continued fucking you hard as he said, “As much as I want to, and you have no idea how badly I wanna fucking cum inside your tight little pussy, I’m not about to start something I can’t finish.”

“Then cum in my mouth,” you compromised. “I wanna taste you again.”

He groaned at your words and tightened his grip on your hips, chasing his own high. He let out filthy groans and grunts as he fucked you. The look on his face was so fucking hot--the way his mouth fell open in a grunt, how his eyes and nose scrunched up in absolute pleasure. God, it was filthy. He pounded into you a few more times and then pulled out of you in a flash.

“Get on your knees,” he barked.

You complied and a second later he shot his load straight into your mouth, your lips wrapped around his cock. You swallowed every last drop of his warm seed, savoring the bitter aftertaste.

He pulled out of you once he was done and sat down on the couch. The look on his face was impossible to read. “You should get home. It’s late.” He wouldn’t look you in the eye.

You shook your head, though he couldn’t see. “No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to have your way with me and then just kick me.”

His eyes were cold when they flicked up to you. “That’s what you wanted.”

“I wanted the first part,” you agreed, “not the part where you treat me like a whore after.”

He looked like you’d slapped him. “Y/N, we shouldn’t have--”

“But we did!” you exclaimed. “And we both liked it.”

He breathed in deeply. “You’re right. I’m sorry. You’re not a whore, Y/N. I care about you, and that’s why I can’t let this happen again.”

“No,” you were sobbing now, your heart breaking right in front of him. “You don’t get to do that either. Don’t act like you’ve had your fill of me!”

“What the hell do you want me to do?” he shot back. “It’s not like you can be my girlfriend. I can’t take you out on normal dates. Even if you were closer to my age, my lifestyle... I don’t have room in my life to date someone.”

“You mean you can’t risk it,” you clarified. “You can’t risk losing someone.”

“No!” he agreed. “And I sure as hell can’t risk losing you!”

The fear was clear in his eyes. You didn’t know what to do to comfort him. So you just straddled his lap and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him for as long as he needed it. Hesitantly, he hugged you back.

“Okay,” you agreed. “We’ll figure this out. But you don’t get to shut me out.”

His arms just wrapped tighter around you in answer, like he was never going to let you go.

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tsipasce · 3 years

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Same Difference Ch.18

A/N: Shoutout to Kurono, The Lawful Evil Wingman™.

Making the long trek down the hallways, Nanami began mulling over her hypotheses about what transpired. She opened the door to find Chisa—I mean Overhaul—looking pensively and found herself glad they were on the same, confusing page.

“So, I think we should go over the chain of events.”

“Agreed.” He concurred as he pulled up the notes he made earlier and she went to the whiteboard to write.

“Ok, so at 5:30 AM we woke up like usual,” how easily the ‘like usual’ part came out after only a week together made her stomach flip, but she did her best to ignore it, clearing her throat before continuing,” we ate the same thing for dinner, and neither of us had eaten breakfast or ingested anything besides water.”

Having no idea what caused their shared quirk, they thought it best to keep track of their eating habits and refrain from taking any medication unless absolutely necessary. It resulted in a couple days of cranky Nanami as she rode out the odd headache every now and again, but it was just another rule to help ensure their results were as accurate as possible.

“At 6 AM, we began running. And I remember my phone reading 6:15 AM when I changed the song, so the reaction had to have happened around 6:20 AM.” She said, finishing the timeline on the white board. “At 15 minutes in you wouldn’t have been using the latent abilities of overhaul yet, so we were both neutral at this point.”

Considering the facts for a moment, he interjected,” I think this would work best if we tried to replicate this scene exactly to our best ability in the testing area. Kurono will spectate so we can avoid injury like last time.”

“I figured,” her voice gave away a hint of apprehension as her back was turned to him, still facing the board but writing nothing. She knew whatever it was was an accident, but the possibility of sustaining injuries like she had before was still very unappealing. She heard a chair move and then footsteps.

“As I said, it won’t happen again. This is just a reenactment, you’ll be safe.”

She turned to see him a safe distance away but could tell the look in his eyes was sincere. After a beat, she simply nodded, “Ok, let’s do this.”

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The next day, they woke up at the same time and went out doing the same routine, except they would jog in the testing area so Kurono could take notes and supervise. When the reaction happened, he’d at least be able to slow them down and mitigate the intense injuries from before. Nanami put in her earphones, listening to the same music and making the same movements as the timer they’d made to signal events buzzed, letting them know when to begin each interaction. They jogged around the room at the same pace and the timer sounded again, signaling them to begin talking, or rather arguing.

“It wouldn’t make sense to ignore that we were pretty riled up at the time, even though neither of us activated our quirk. So, do what you do best and get on my nerves.”

“I was going to say the exact same thing.”

“You’ll have to escalate this further, your heart rates have risen, but they’re still not high enough.” Kurono remarked, checking the charts. Thankfully Nanami had been wearing a BitFit when running so they knew the goal was at least 189 BPM. As it stood, they were only at 150 with only another 4 minutes to get it up.

Thinking quickly, Kurono decided it wouldn’t be very plausible for them to work themselves up if they were aware of it. He thought it best to help, “By the way, Dr. Watanabe, did you still need me to text that guy friend of yours for you to reschedule your date? I’ll need to drive a bit so the signal hits the right cell tower, but Tanaka just sounded so excited to see you again.”

At this Nanami was a bit confused. She was supposed to reschedule her dinner date with Tanaka, but Kurono had already done that last week and both of them knew it. What’s he talking about…

“…Date?” Overhaul’s voice was low and accusatory.

“Yeah, we go on them all the time, but I’ve had to put them on hold since this whole obligatory quarantine with you.” She replied plainly.

“’All the time’.” He intoned, sounding almost disgusted at her response.

“That’s what I said... Is there a proble-- ”

“Exactly how long has this been happening?”

“A while.” She wasn’t sure why the air had shifted between them, but his temper was starting to grate her nerves, “I followed procedure and haven’t left this entire time. Why do you even care?” she asked half-jokingly.

“I do not care. It is physically impossible for me to care any less about you and who you associate with.”

“What the -- why are you being such an ass?” She said getting closer, similar to before.

They continued to argue as Kurono calmy monitored their vitals, satisfied they were now at the appropriate BPM. Making his notes, he looked up to see them dangerously close and noticed something they hadn’t considered before. There was usually a noticeable tension between them, but today it seemed more like the air was almost electric or filled with a static of some sort. Soon, due to their proximity and Nanami’s tendency to gesture with her hands when she spoke, Kurono took a gamble. Hoping they were too entranced in their own spat to notice he quietly and quickly walked up to them stopping short to cut them both with his hair. Both of them now slowed, he moved them into the safety of the observation deck, hoping his gamble would pay off as Overhaul and Nanami looked royally pissed. He explained before unfreezing them, “You know I wouldn’t do it unless I absolutely had to. Just look closely at the spot I moved you two from.” Unfreezing them, they tabled the argument to observe. Then an explosion happened, just like before.

They gathered around the monitor in the room and played back the recording, zooming in on the spot and fast forwarding to the exact moment the explosion happened. Seeing it in slow motion, a spiderweb of blue light fractured outwardly before the explosion happened. It looked like lightning and was just as fast, so missing it in the midst of the blast was easy. Watching it back again, they all shared a look of realization.

“It’s the air.” They said in unison.

“I’ll compile the footage. Dr. Watanabe, could you retrieve the supplies for collecting blood and sweat samples as well as the barometer? Fluid samples and air conditions need to be collected and noted as soon as possible,” Kurono reasoned.

“Agreed, be right back!” Nanami nodded, jogging out of the room.

Kurono turned to Overhaul, the terminal he was using to monitor their vitals still in hand, “Kai, you can relax a bit, I only needed it to be 189 not 21—”

“Do not speak to me.”

Kurono sighed, realizing it would be best to put his friend out of his misery before he said anything else stupid today to potentially ruin his chances with the good doctor, “I won’t say another word, but… it’s probably important to note Dr. Tanaka has a cute wife—not as attractive as our dear doctor, but a looker nonetheless. She and Nanami seem to be great friends…” glancing out the corner of his eye he could see Overhaul’s brow furrow as he reluctantly listened,” All three of them hang out pretty regularly, you know. They go on these things called ‘dinner dates’. They poke fun at Dr. Watanabe for being single, but she seems to enjoy her time with them nonetheless. Just a bit of information I thought I’d share.”

At this Overhaul’s head slowly turned to his direction, an incredulous look on his face as Kurono finished speaking, “You motherfu—”

“Dr. Watanabe! You’re back.” Kurono interjected with a level of enthusiasm that felt foreign as he wisely walked over to her, creating distance between himself and his friend.

“Um… yes. Here I am.” She said, a bit confused as to why the usually even-keeled Kurono was so animated while Overhaul now looked like he was having an existential crisis. “You guys good...or?”

“We’re fine.”

“We’re great!”

Not wanting to be in the middle of whatever had happened in the 2 minutes she’d been gone, she thought it best to gloss over it. “Oki doki then… let’s collect these samples.”

Kurono withdrew blood from Nanami then placed gauze on her to absorb the sweat before walking over to Overhaul to do the same. His glare told him it was best not to be within striking distance and promptly handed the supplies to Nanami. “I’ll just be back in the lab computer lab while you guys get some air readings and finish collecting the sweat samples. Be back in 30.” Kurono said while hurriedly collecting his laptop and the camera’s SD card before leaving. He spared his friend a sympathetic look that was spitefully ignored before closing the door to the observation room behind him.

They sat in silence for the first 5 minutes as Nanami tried to think of a way to break the ice. Having been in the situation so often, she felt like an expert and decided to just go for it, “So, what was that all about?”

“What was what all about?”

“Oh, you know, the plotline of the soap opera that was on last night,” she mocked in an airhead voice before continuing seriously, “—you know exactly what I mean. Don’t play dumb, you were so mean back there!”

“Of course, I was.”

“I can’t believe yo—wait what?”

“I said of course, I had to be rude. We needed to recreate the scene and you were too calm in comparison to that morning for it to be accurate.”

She raised her hand to point at him, her mouth opening to speak, before stopping short and putting her index to her lips, a pensive look on her face. “So, that was just you… acting?”

“Exactly. Your acting skills being so subpar, I’m not surprised you didn’t recognize it.”

Brushing off his comment, she continued thinking, “But how did you get your heart rate up so high?”

“Practice. Plenty of people can control their heart rate and work themselves up with enough discipline.”

She didn’t have anything to say to that, feeling a bit foolish for letting her feelings cloud her judgement, “Well, wow,” she chuckled derisively to herself,” now I feel silly for getting genuinely worked up at you. Sorry abou—”

“Don’t be. It was for the experiment; your reaction was as it should have been.”

“… Ah. Alright then. Well, how do you want to spend the next… 23 minutes? Besides just working up a sweat, of course.” He gave her a look and she realized it could have been worded better as she rubbed her temples hoping to hide her now very warm cheeks, “... I’m just going to stop talking for the foreseeable future.”

“That’s acceptable, however,” he looked over to her his hand extended as his eyes glanced from her to her bag in the corner.

“… I hate you.” She grabbed her planner and a pen, flipping it to the bookmarked page. Begrudgingly, she handed it over, refusing to give him the satisfaction of eye contact. He’d been merciful letting a multitude of opportunities slide since that night in the bar, so this time she knew it had to be done.

He placed the tally mark next to her doodle portrait as he first had months ago, satisfied the score was close to being even. “Now, let’s talk theories.”

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eternalstann · 4 years

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Out Of The Rain

You give Peter a ride home...kind of?

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Angst

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School lunches fucking sucked. Right now you really regret not waking up early enough to pack one at home. You stared down at the unappealing plate, before tentatively lifting a piece of limp broccoli to your mouth.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” The sound of your best friend Lexi’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Hmm?” You grumble, mouth now full with the gross green vegetables. “Ms. Jones said we’re having a surprise practice today” she informs you and you groan. “Damnit! I didn’t wear sneakers” You exclaim looking down at the moccasins on your feet. “My uniform is in my locker, maybe I left a pair in there” you hope out loud. “Girl I hope you did, that would be shitty if you had to run all the way home to get some” You nod in agreement before getting up and jogging to your locker.

You sigh upon opening it, you find your uniform....but no sneakers. You yank out the skirt and cropped shirt before slamming the small metal shut. You change into the clothes before making your way back to the cafeteria. You loved cheerleading but Ms. Jones was getting annoying with these unannounced practices. You stand in front of your table of friends - “do ANY of you have an extra pair of sneakers?” You ask, face dropping as you watch all the girls shake their heads no. “Damn Y/N, you’re already hot but In that uniform you’re smoking!” Brad smirks and you roll your eyes. “Thanks anyways girls” you speak to your friends, ignoring Brad and the laughs from the guys sitting with him.

You were about to sit down when you remember you and MJ always wore about the same shoe size. The two of you used to be inseparable- but you just grew apart. You attempted to still spend time with her, but most of the time she turned you down. And then both you were incredibly busy - her with the academic decathlon & science club - and you with cheer & multi-cultural club. You walk over to her table, occupied by only three people. Her, Ned Leeds and Peter Parker. You never understood why they sat with just the three of them. Ned was hilarious, he sometimes controlled the score board at basketball games and his comments always had you cracking up from the sidelines. MJ was drop dead gorgeous, though you wished she’d let her hair down more often. And Peter- well you could go on and on about the brown haired boy.

“Michelle!” You called out before plopping down across from her. “Hey Y/N” she gives you a half smile, looking surprised that you were talking to her. “You wouldn’t happen to have an extra pair of sneakers would you?” You ask as sweetly as you could. “Um...no? Just the ones I have on” she answers and that’s all you needed - “Please trade shoes with me!” You plead. “I just need them for cheer practice I’ll bring them back tomorrow I promise” MJ looks confused but complies and you let out a breath of relief, “thank you so much!” You thank her, a grin breaking out across your face.

“Oh my god I’m so fucking rude; hey Peter- hey Ned” you finally greet the two boys. Ned gives you a cheerful hello, but Peter is frozen. He’d been in a trance since he saw you walking towards them. You were a vision of beauty. He was sure he’d never seen a girl as pretty as you. And you were smart. He was always impressed with how well you did in all classes. He’d often help Mr. Harrington grade papers and you never got below a 90. Peter thought you were perfect.

He hadn’t even realized he’d been staring at you until MJ punched his arm. “Stop being creepy” she whispers under her breath and he feels a blush rise to his cheeks. He tried to pull his eyes away but it was a done deal when you bent forward, giving him a perfect view of your breasts. Peter felt his breathing pick up - fuck - the tops of them jiggled as you wiggled your foot around to get the sneaker on and he had never been more grateful for V-neck shirts.

“Thanks again Michelle. Oh by the way; I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies on Saturday, my treat?” You offer and before she can respond Peter speaks up for her. “She’ll be there!” You smile and nod. “Okay, see you then. Bye guys!” You wave just as the bell rings.

Ned turns to MJ as soon as you’re gone, the three of them standing to make their way to next period. “Why didn’t you tell us you were friends with Y/N?!” He whisper yells, and Peter is curious too. “I don’t know, you never asked” she shrugged. “She’s literally gorgeous” Ned continues and MJ shakes her head.

“Maybe that’s why I didn’t tell you dorks”

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It was last period, you were doodling in your journal when you heard the loud crack of thunder shake the room. You jump before looking outside just as it started to pour. You loved the rain, it made you wanna go home and curl up in your bed. A couple of minutes go bye before you hear your principals voice. “Attention students, due to the thunderstorms ALL after school activities will be canceled this evening. Please, be safe on your way home. That is all” the voice cut out and you were kind of glad practice was canceled.

All you could think about was leaving the last twenty minutes of class and you were the first one up when the bell rang. After going to your locker, you make your way outside and dash to your car. You shiver when you get inside, immediately reaching to turn up the heat. You start the engine to your 2007 Ford Explorer, and you’re about to pull off when you spot Peter Parker running through the parking lot with nothing but his book bag over his head like a makeshift umbrella. You blow your horn at him, and wave for him to come over. He pauses and squints his eyes at you before making way over.

He stands outside your car, looking at you through the window and you give him a funny look. “Get in Parker!” You instruct after he’s been standing for at least 30 seconds in the rain. He gets in the passenger seat, completely soaked. “You wanna ride home?” You ask him, and he sputters. “I- uh, I don’t want to be a bother. It’s fine I can walk..” he replies and you groan. “Well too bad, I wasn’t asking” you chide before pulling off with a giggle. “Thanks Y/N” he smiles and you glance at him. You wish you could’ve looked longer but driving in the rain was hard enough.

“I should be thanking you!” You counter, “thanks for getting MJ to hang with me....I really miss her” your voice breaks off into a whisper. Peter stares at you, he can tell you really mean it. “You’re welcome, I know how she can be sometimes. But today; I could tell she misses you too” he spoke placing a hand on your thigh. He’d meant it to be comforting but after he’d done it he realized how fucking creepy it must’ve been and pulled his hand away. His eyes traveled to the soft skin where his hand had been. You thighs were full & toned - probably from years of cheerleading. They were covered in droplets of water, and god, he never knew thighs could be so attractive. He let his eyes move upwards over your exposed midriff, even your belly button was cute. Peter really wished he’d stopped there, but he didn’t. His gazed continued, eyes taking in your dripping hair, water sliding down your neck and down the valley of your breast. You cheer top, was soaked making it cling even tighter to your skin than usual. But your face- for him that was the most stunning thing about you. Warm eyes, that made him melt every time you looked at him... and those lips. He wondered what they tasted like.

“Hey, do you have to go straight home?” You question before you can overthink it and Peter shakes his head. “No, why?”; you take a deep breathe. “Do you wanna come over?” You bite your lip and wait for him to answer. “Yeah, I’d love too! I mean; yeah that’s cool” he coughed. “Okay, I think my big sister Mya is home but don’t worry she’s like waist deep in her textbooks 24/7. She’s studying for her bar exam” You tell him.

You both talk more about your families, how it’s just him and his aunt. How your parents are always away. And even though it was almost a twenty-five minute drive to your house, the time you spent in your talking in your car with the rain falling all around you still didn’t seem long enough.

You pull into your driveway, smiling when you see your sisters car. Looking back to make sure Peter was still behind you, you reach to unlock the door. When your hand touches the handle you jump back when it swings open - “Damnit Mya, You scared the shit out of me!” You yell and she bursts out laughing. “Oh my god, I’m sorry” she apologizes, smirking at you still. “Anyways, who’s this cutie?” She asks gesturing to Peter. “This is Peter, we go to school together” you say as nonchalantly as you possibly can, but you know Mya sees through your calm demeanor. “Nice to meet you Peter, I’m going out for a little while so you two have fun. But not too much fun” she winks and you groan in embarrassment. “We can go to my room” You mutter, still frustrated at your sisters remark.

Peter can feel himself start to sweat the moment he walks through your bedroom door. The baby blue walls, covered in pictures of your friends and family served as a reminder to how popular you were and he knew you were beyond out of his league. What was he thinking coming here? “Sit down!” You call out to him, patting the spot on your bed before turning on your tv. You flick through channels before decided on Jumanji.

“Peter, can I ask you something?” You whisper, almost nervous to ask. “Anything” he smiles back and you sigh - “What do you think of me? Like we’re cool, but you don’t know me very well, what do you get from just my basic outlook” you inquire thoughtfully. “Wow- um, I don’t know where to start. I see a girl that’s kind, and talented. Dedicated, hardworking, smart, and super beautiful.” He blushes and you can’t believe all the things he just said. “Really?” You ask wondering how he’d gathered all that from the few times you’d spoken.

“Yeah. Kind; You gave me a ride so I didn’t have to walk in the rain. Talented & dedicated, all the time and effort you put into cheer. You always look the best on the field by the way- I don’t know how you learn all those routines. Smart; you don’t miss anything. You’re so quick and you do amazingly in school. And anyone who doesn’t see you’re beautiful is either blind or stupid-“ you cut off his compliments and lean in to kiss him. Peter freezes in shock and you pull back. “I’m sorry- I should’ve asked you first it’s just you’re probably the sweetest, cutest most intelligent person I’ve ever met and..” now it’s his turn to cut off your rambling.

He kissed you and you can’t help but to smile against his lips. “You smell good” You murmur and Peters staring at you with a grin like you’ve never seen. “So do you” his voice is almost as soft as his lips. All he did was look at you and you felt that familiar tug low in your stomach.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” you smirk before pulling your shirt over your head and Peter followed suit. “Woah” you’re shocked by his strong build, letting your finger run down the length of his abdomen. Peter shuttered as he watched your manicured nail trace his chest. You reached the hem of his jeans, looking up at him expectantly. He gulped before reaching to tug the denim off his legs. The tight briefs he wore left little to the imagination and you couldn’t wait to get him in your mouth.

You rub him through the thin cloth and he’s already twitching. “Can I take these off?” You ask, staring up at him. He wanted to tell you that you could do anything you wanted to him; but instead opted for a quick nod. You were about to slide the briefs off when a ringing came from the pants on the floor next to the two of you. “

“It’s yours” you tell him reaching down and grabbing the phone. “Mr. Stark?” you Squint at the face on his phone screen - “Holy shit; is Tony Stark calling you?!”

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omg hi you guys sorry I’ve been mia I’ve just had so much going on I don’t even know where to begin! But I have so much stuff written up for you guys and I’m excited for you to read it. I love and miss you all so talk to me! ❤️❤️❤️

ps part 2 will be up Tuesday night

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shieldcreek6 · 3 years

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3 Beliefs you'll need to Have About you to ultimately Find a relationship that is good

12, 2018 february Though a complex subject that is psychological we can decipher it in simple terms. Every boy and girl, man and child carries basic, fundamental beliefs about themselves. Similarly, they carry basic, fundamental beliefs about others and what to expect from the world overall. The subject is important because these beliefs have everything to do with the quality of your relationships. Specifically, there are a few basic beliefs you have about how appealing (or unappealing) you are as a potential partner. It does not automatically mean that the partnership is any good before we continue, a caveat: Just because someone is in a relationship. So relationships that are many are active today will have expired a month and sometimes even per week from now, while some guys and ladies may stick with their partner unhappily for years in the future. The objective, needless to say, is discover a relationship that is happy one that makes each partner feel good about himself or herself. In order to find that relationship, your view of yourself – how you feel about yourself – needs to be pretty good. The following beliefs are ones that you need to have about yourself if you’re serious about finding a partner.

I will be appealing and desirable for some. You don’t need to feel desirable to the majority of people, but one does have to walk into a relationship trusting that you are desirable for some. Women and men with low self-esteem or other psychological issues will need this sentence — “I am attractive to some” — and adding “but they aren’t the ones that I want.” This sort of negative belief will screw up any future romantic relationships. You need to feel positive that you are desirable to some of the same people you desire about yourself overall, and you must trust. If you don’t have this belief yet, you are not ready for a happy and lasting relationship. I don’t expect a relationship in order to make me happy – just happier. One of many most distorted philosophy many men and women have in dating could be the mistaken notion that a relationship – oh sweet, everlasting bliss! – will finally cause them to become delighted. The thinking that is pathological like this: I will have someone to travel with and hang out with; I will have the warmth and excitement of physical intimacy; and I will have someone who always loves and wants me. While relationships unquestionably bring good things, they also bring occasional stress and conflict. Relationships – especially new ones – are filled with doubt! Who knows if it shall all end? The most successful strategy that is mental approaching a relationship would be to walk in with the comprehending that this relationship will not entirely change your lifetime, make you delighted, and rescue you from any unhappiness you felt before. Expect that a relationship that is new simply allow you to be happier – but not always full-blown happy – than you're before. I don’t get insecure or freak out if my date doesn’t call straight back until a day later, or appears less happy to speak with me during a random phone call. New dating relationships fail every single day because someone gets insecure and panics, and the acting out begins. Some men and women have an underlying fear that, at any minute, their new date could pull the rug out from under them and stop liking them. It’s almost as they are trying to identify the day and time when it will happen if they are expecting to be rejected, and. I work with clients who share insecurities about so-and-so sounding different on the phone during the last call, or so-and-so not texting as usual for a couple of days in a row. If you want to find a happy and lasting relationship, always give the other person the benefit of the doubt. Sure, you may wonder if their feelings have changed, but you need to have a faith that is little remember that people get busy while having bad days every so often. Wait a week and you will have clarity on the issue. The larger point: People who have good, lasting relationships can stay with their feelings as opposed to having to act out on them every time one thing triggers them. The final point… About yourself, there’s still hope if you don’t feel so hot. However, you have work to do. You need to get to a point where you believe – and feel! – each of these three beliefs: that you’re appealing to some, and so forth. If you aren’t yet in a place where you have these three positive beliefs, you probably aren’t ready to begin a long-term, happy relationship. You may have the habit of depending on the other person too much to validate and reassure you as it stands now, your self-esteem is still too shaky, and. (That gets tiring quickly for the other person.) If you actually desire to make a change, keep reading articles with this blog, look for therapy, or check the self-help section out at the bookstore STAT. It will be worth it in the run that is long. About the Author: Dr. Seth is a licensed psychologist that is clinical author, Psychology Today blogger, and TV guest expert. He practices in Los Angeles and treats a range that is wide of and disorders and specializes in relationships, parenting, and addiction. He has had extensive training in conducting couples therapy and it is the author of Dr. Seth’s Love Approved: Overcome Union Repetition Syndrome and Find the Love You Deserve.

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Sims 4 Cat Got Sprayed By Skunk Eye-Opening Tips

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4 Year Old Cat Peeing On Floor

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Cat Pee Get You High

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Snow No You Didn’t

Most people think Halloween is the creepiest time of year. That’s a lie. The actual creepiest time of year is ski season.

I don’t know if it’s just me, or if it’s something else; but every single time I have spotted a ghost or Cryptid, I did so while skiing. I don’t know why that’s the case. All I know is that it just happens.

I think the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen while skiing happened last year, around Christmas time. And, of course, I wasn’t supposed to go skiing that day.

Why wasn’t I supposed to go skiing? The reason was simple: the ski excursion was part of Fred Putnam’s bachelor party. By virtue of my sneaking on their bus, I had crashed their bachelor party. I have no idea why I did that. I also didn��t expect them not to notice. In fact, it surprised me that they didn’t notice I was there.

What didn’t surprise me was that one of the guys (a short, unappealing idiot with a ponytail) complained for the entire bus ride about the lack of strippers at the party. “You know,” he said in total exasperation, “we’re living in a society, and when you were going to a bachelor party, the implication is that there will be strippers…”

“Yeah, yeah Gilbert,” I heard a voice say, “you’re the reason nobody could get a word in edgewise when we did the toasts because you spent the entire time complaining about the lack of strippers.”

That voice. I recognize that voice. Andy, Fred’s younger brother. He sits behind me in chemistry. “Really,” I replied, “they had to impose a time limit because as that guy I went on a rant about no strippers?” I laughed. “That’s hilarious!”

I doubt Andy heard me. He just got on the chairlift as I started to say anything. Oh well, I thought.

I don’t blame Fred for a minute for taking everyone skiing. These days, bachelor parties with strippers are rather passé, if not outright sexist. But, even though skiing isn’t a traditional bachelor party activity, it was certainly a nice night to go. The sky was clear, you could see the stars, and there was barely any wind. The few clouds in the sky that night resemble either ribbons or long, skinny turds depending on who you asked. Almost no clouds. No wind. And no sound. It was quiet. Too quiet.

Literally, the top of the hill was dead silent. No sound whatsoever. It was so quiet; I could actually hear my heartbeat, my breathing, and my stomach gurgling. It really freaked me out. There's literally nothing like a complete and utter absence of sound.

The lack of sound of the top of the hill didn't just define my first run skiing but a bachelor party that I crashed. Sure, the sign in front of the run I went down said "Blue diamond", but it did not feel like a blue diamond to run. Basically, the ground started off very flat, and not that I had to basically "skate" for the first part of the run; and then, out of nowhere, I went down what had to be at least a 45 degree slope. one thing I can say is that the view from the part of hill but just dropped off like that was spectacular. You could see everything. ski trails all had these weird names like “Lover’s Lane” and “Bay of Rainbows”. I went over to the trail called “Tranquility Bay.”

I don’t know why I expected it to be a blue square, but clearly, it wasn’t. It started off with a 60° slope, and on the way down; you had to go around these two trees before it levelled off to apply flat, straight bit. I avoided the first tree no problem, but shit got wild as I dodged the second tree.

I still don’t know how I managed to do this, but I ended up skiing right through an old, ramshackle (I’m going to guess it was abandoned) woodsman's cabin. I’m surprised I didn’t take it down when they built the resort, but they didn’t. They just left it there. When I went through the cabin, I managed to ski straight down without hitting anything. And believe me, the cabin had a lot of stuff for me to hit. Upturned furniture, little broken off bits of tile that accumulated into piles, door frames of varying widths, and fallen-over broken bits of wood. Like I said, I don’t know how I got through that thing without hitting anything.

It gets worse. As I skied down the flat part of the trail, I still wondered how I managed to not hit anything going through the cabin, and then I remembered something from the cabin that I must have seen out of the corner of my eye: a painting. The painting showed a chupacabra eating something (I'm thinking maybe it was a snowy owl, but I couldn’t really tell because it bit the head off). Regardless, the painting really gave me the creeps.

I met up with Andy at the bottom of the hill. “Hey, Nina,” he said, “nice job.”

“You saw that?” I asked.

“I sure did. Some of Fred’s friends are treating that little cabin like their own personal obstacle course, I see a lot of them fall” he answered. “I think you were the only one that made it.”

I nodded. “I'm gonna guess it’s because I’m the only one that didn’t get distracted by that crazy painting.”

Andy looked at me and furrowed his brow in confusion. “What painting?”

I told him about the painting of the chupacabra biting the head off the snowy owl. His jaw dropped. “Holy shit, Nina, that’s dark.”

“No kidding.”

Later on in the evening, Andy and I went down “Northern Light”, one of the less demanding trails. As the two of us came down to Little slope that opened up to the flat part of Tranquillity Bay, I pointed out the cabin to Andy. “There it is” I said, “that’s the cabin”

His jaw dropped. “You skied through that?” he asked, shocked.

I nodded.

“How did you not hit anything??”

To be honest, I don’t know whether it was dumb luck or whether I could somehow sense the path ahead and steer out of the way quickly enough to avoid obstacles. The only thing I remember doing differently was getting as close to the ground as possible. “Anyway, I saw the painting sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, and it was a picture of a chupacabra biting off the head of a snowy owl. I just saw out of the corner of my eye, so not sure whether it was a snowy owl or a mouse or something.”

Two of us wandered over to the cabin. I looked in the window opposite of where I think I saw the painting. “What the fuck?” I said, “It's not here.”

“What’s not there, Nina?”

“The painting. I could’ve sworn it was here”

“Maybe somebody saw you ski through the cabin, thought they could do it, and ended up crashing into it.”

I laughed. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Some people are idiots.”

Speaking of idiots crashing through the cabin, Gilbert came sliding towards us on his ass with what looked like a screen window frame stuck to his ski. “Let me guess,” I said, “trying to impress a couple of ski bunnies?”

Gilbert nodded, and he did the human version of the guilty-dog face. “What happened to your skis?” Andy asked.

“I hit the screen for the window in the floor on my way through.” Gilbert replied.

“Well, for a second there, I thought you hit the creepy painting Nina told me about.”

Gilbert shook his head. “There was no painting”

“Hang on,” I said, “what?”

“There wasn’t a painting in the cabin. Just the window.”

It didn’t make any sense. I vividly remember seeing a creepy painting of a chupacabra biting the head off of some small animal in that cabin. “Are you sure you didn’t see the painting?”

“Positive” Gilbert replied.

I didn’t see him after that for the rest of the evening after that. He probably went home.

Nobody ever brought up the cabin or the painting again until A few weeks later. I saw a long rant on Facebook about how Fred had to cancel his wedding because his would-be best man was suing him.

Why? Simple. The best man (Violet, the only other female at the bachelor party besides me) claimed that, during the ski excursion, she crashed into the bushes on “Lover’s Lane” (which was kind of embarrassing, given that “Lover’s Lane” was the least demanding trail that the resort had to offer). Just as he started to get herself out of the bushes, something bit her.

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ganymedesclock · 6 years

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Honestly something I think is really interesting about the colony? I’ve called it a vampire story but it really is, down to a lot of the sort of classical hallmarks of the genre.

The Altean colony is set up to look like a beautiful, idyllic pastoral village surrounded by the forest. Everything’s nice there. There’s a local reclusive nobleman, rarely seen by the locals, who keeps to himself but he’s charming and everyone regards him well.

Now and then this noble takes people with him.

They aren’t seen again.

Because Lotor drains the life out of them behind closed doors.

Bandor returns to the colony, in the woods, at night. There’s that scene of Romelle hiding from Lotor- again, in the woods at night. This is one of the only nocturnal shots of the colony we see.

Once again, we have this vampire metaphor with the galra royal family, and it’s just a lot more literal than we’ve been led to believe before. Lotor’s not actively biting these people on the neck and drinking their blood, but, end result? Motives? Exactly the same. He has this population, and he’s feeding on them.

It even furthers what I’ve talked about before, that Lotor and Zarkon effectively represent very different conceptualizations of what a vampire is, with Lotor embodying the “modern” supernatural romance vampire, and Zarkon as the “classical” gothic horror vampire.

Zarkon’s consumption of people is glaringly obvious. His empire is festooned in people in rags, he has a huge cadre of functionally, other vampires. He hides nothing- will walk around with tubes of quintessence hanging out of his back while he’s recovering. Of course people die to feed him- because he’s a completely willing and knowing plague onto the universe. He’s better than them, he’s the immortal here.

He has zero guilt and zero shame. All mortals he contends with are his food, and from that he’ll occasionally promote them to “entertainment” or “assets”. At the end of the day, still livestock.

Lotor? Lotor feels guilty.

As soon as he realizes Romelle is in the room and processes what it means, he’s horrified. He flat-out says “I know what you must think of me” trying to negotiate with them and his counterpoint is basically just, that he genuinely wants to do good and that he meant what he said to Allura before.

And that’s frankly, vampire romance genre at its finest: the tragedy of the revelation that Lotor got this far by, in no uncertain terms, eating people (and over the course of his lifespan, that number’s added up to a pretty high total if we look at the number of names on the memorial and Romelle’s words) is in part framed in what it does for his love life. He and Allura love each other, but Lotor’s a vampire, he’s killed people just like Allura, and she can’t forgive him for that.

Which is totally understandable. But the heartbreak, the drama, the point of how Lotor’s terrified, outraged by the idea of, becoming like his unrepentantly parasitic father sets this up with very particular conventions.

Allura flat-out had herself a vampire romance. That’s what happened.

Now, I think the use of these conventions shed some interesting light on Lotor’s situation, and his likely motivations. Romelle says the decision to make the colony happened “generations ago” but she still describes it as very separate from the colony’s inception.

It’s very likely Lotor was getting his “food” somewhere else, and never originally conceptualized the colony as a source of energy.

But something happened. Those other sources ran dry. It’s likely Haggar, either directly or through Zarkon, pulled energy away from Lotor.

And Lotor knows the only way he’s ever going to fix the empire’s vampiric problem without going Van Helsing on himself and most of the galra, condemning the survivors- if there are any- to a vulnerable half-existence, is if he basically can get his hands on the quintessence field- the guilt-free, no-predation-necessary, infinite fountain of blood.

He needs energy to get there.

So his options are, die, become something he doesn’t want to, or compromise his morals in a really bad way and turn to the people who would patiently, obligingly follow him anywhere.

The vampire starves, and the neighbors start to look really, really tasty.

But Lotor’s still a moral person. He’s a good enough person to feel revolted and ashamed of what he’s doing. So he does something we never see Zarkon do- he buries it. Everything about it. And he’s horrified of people finding those skeletons. Again, seeing Romelle among his allies while they’re all accusative and doing the scifantasy equivalent of readying the stakes and garlic prompts undiluted terror from Lotor but his response is to try to appeal to Allura.

Again, bumping Lotor to “romance vampire” away from the gothic horror sensibilities of his father (even when the environment and setup of the colony evoke the latter)- he’s less focused on the peril this poses to him on being “outed” as a vampire and vastly more focused on Allura’s either rejection or forgiveness. When she rejects him, that sinks him, twice.

The first time, none of the weapons pointed at the paladins are what take Lotor down- it’s just Allura. Allura tosses Lotor, and Lotor stays down. He doesn’t wake up again except to face Haggar.

The second time, during the standoff, Lotor order the generals to hold their fire and repeatedly tries to appeal to them. It’s Allura’s word that makes or breaks that negotiation, and that’s not because Lotor’s a blameless sheep.

It furthers the dynamic we’ve seen before, that Lotor’s not emptily manipulating Allura, but that his feelings for her cause him to repeatedly make his vulnerability available to Allura. And in the conflict between them, we see this flexed in practice. Lotor’s put a huge amount of power in Allura’s hands, and when, feeling hurt and betrayed herself, she uses it to hurt him right back, that has a colossal destabilizing effect on basically everything Lotor’s standing on.

Lotor’s breakdown is instrumental to his losing the generals’ support, which, since this is Voltron, Hunk’s point about how it’s now four-on-one (and eventually five-on-one) is completely true.

Lotor’s literally a supernatural being- an immortal, a vampire- by the lore of the story. But Allura, not just through her own developing magic, but through her relationship with Lotor, is the one who holds the power here. Her approval or rejection makes or breaks him because he’s fascinated with her, he adores her.

It’s a complete fundamental deconstruction of the predatory way every other incarnation of Lotor went after Allura, where Allura had to, one way or another, fight to retain her autonomy in the presence of a pursuing monster. And again, this is kind of a vampire romance thing- as in, the power fantasy of a woman being able to tame a powerful and dangerous creature.

The colony and Allura’s completely understandable reaction to Lotor are functionally set-pieces in this vampire romance. It paints Lotor as a shade of gray. We’ve seen his values and we understand them. We see what he’s dealing with and we can sympathize. At the end of the day, though, he’s not a proper squeaky clean hero like Allura is.

Lotor felt backed into a corner and the only way out was to compromise his own morals and sate that bloodthirsty appetite. Other alternatives may have been open to him, but they would probably require trust, or otherwise abetting power- things that Lotor can’t believe in because from his perspective the only way things won’t hurt him is if he’s strong enough to hold their teeth away from his throat himself.

And he’s aware of it! Heck, if you look at the substance of his harsh words on Alfor, he’s actively self-conscious about it! We have to remember Lotor’s repeatedly expressed deep admiration for Alfor and that slips through even at his absolute worst- he’s eager to see if Sincline holds up against Alfor’s legacy, so even after he insists he’s better than Alfor he’s using Alfor’s handiwork as a metric.

So Lotor sneering about how if it had been up to Alfor and Alfor’s strategy, all of the Alteans would have died, it’s kind of his furious, hurt thesis that if it weren’t for him, the vampire, who’s yes taken the selfish option and bloodied his own hands, chosen his own preservation over staying true to his values, they wouldn’t have gotten here.

And again, that frames it back to... there’s this fundamental difference where Zarkon makes cruel choices out of a lack of sympathy. Why should he care what anyone else feels, why should he care who has to suffer to fill his hunger? Zarkon effectively chose to be a vampire. He said “damn my friends, damn the universe, I’ll take my wife to the rift if it kills me” and we never really see Zarkon disappointed in the result.

Lotor didn’t choose. Lotor got handed this stick before he was born by Zarkon’s decisions and that’s the thematic motifs here- that Lotor got saddled against his will with this hunger, so his “fall” isn’t set to the same metrics Zarkon was. He doesn’t have a perfectly good opportunity to put the knife down and walk away and live out his natural mortal life because eating other people is unappealing to him.

Because of the world Zarkon’s created, because of what Zarkon did to him from the cradle, Lotor’s option is to compromise himself or compromise somebody else. And we’ve known from the start Lotor is a scared, vulnerable person. We know that push comes to shove, his own survival is a very powerful motivator because he feels like it’s constantly in peril.

But he made that choice. He made the decision to keep living, keep chasing his ambitions, knowing exactly at what kind of cost it would come, and this fuels a line of guilt that he doesn’t feel worthy of Allura- Allura, whose parents, who the world around her, provided what she needed even when she lost everything else. Allura, who hasn’t faced the prospect of starving or resorting to other people in order to survive.

Remember how easily he gave up on Oriande because it rejected him once? Remember how he didn’t actually expect to get in there at all, and- according to what he tells Ezor and Zethrid, was sure that he’d need someone of Allura’s purity to get in there at all?

Believe me, I’m as upset by Lotor’s breakdown here as anybody else, but the colony is something that adds up perfectly with what we know of Lotor as a person, who he is, his relationship with Allura. This is drama you’d absolutely slide off the shelf in the supernatural teen romance section of the library- well, if you found a well-written teen romance.

(The fact that I ship Lotura when I don’t even like a lot of other vampire romance stories should probably tell you something about the writing and my esteem)

#voltron legendary defender #vld #Lotor #Allura #season 6 #vld spoilers #readmore

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Upon Your Existence (2)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. the rest of BTS)

Genre: Science Fantasy, Fluff, Angst, Royal Au

Words: 8.1K

Description: …and so they just meet each other in these stories written inside these worlds built in their minds. Of course some will be sad, and others happy, but that’s just the way the universe is…chaotic, imperfect, but magnificently beautiful.

As the sun vanishes in sync with the rising moon, red lanterns glow luminously in the crowded courtyard, bringing the palace grounds to life. Court ladies, guests, and members of the royal sphere gather for the much-anticipated celebration. Dancers dressed in festive costume rush to the center stage, beginning their elaborate performance as music and sounds of laughter fill your ears, submerging you in a haze.

You weren’t particularly fond of imperial parties such as this one, overly extravagant and fundamentally pointless, other than the fact that it was part of tradition and a deliberate way of displaying wealth and power. You didn’t like the noise, the blinding lights, the fancy props, or the amount of wine every one drowned themselves in. It was uncomfortable, aggravating even. Your eyes search for an opening to make your escape, hoping that the eclectic assortment of activities will be enough of a distraction to conceal your empty seat next to your mother, the empress.

Luckily you find your opportunity just as she stands to serve your father wine. It’s a hasty getaway; one that you are not so unfamiliar with, as you have taken the exact same course of action at every other party that has threatened to swallow you in mind-numbing boredom.

The music diminishes the further you run, and the air finally feels breathable. You stop when you’re sure it far enough your head stops spinning, still trapped within the palace walls but at least it was a more peaceful area. It was quite, sans the chirping of crickets and occasional breeze that rustles the leaves on the trees.

You exhale a long sigh of relief, finally able to relax.

“Nice, isn’t it?”

You head whips around to the source of the voice, heart almost leaping out of your throat. “Who’s there?” You hiss, pupils shooting in various directions until it lands upon the figure sitting comfortably on the bench. It’s difficult to tell, but you can at least make out that he is a man.

He only chuckles at your alarm. “Don’t worry, I’m a prince not some assassin.”

You take a step closer to examine him. “Are you sure you are a prince, and that you are even allowed to be here?” You eye him suspiciously, his plain brown rob making it quite obvious he’s either lying or in disguise. Judging from the design of his attire, he must be from the state of Jeon, if you weren’t mistaken and if those private tutoring sessions where finally paying off.

“I am.” He answers with a slightly amused grin and a mysterious glint in his eyes. “But are you sure you are allowed to be here?”

The audacity. You make an offended face. “I’m a princess! Is it not obvious?”

He tilts his head to get a better look, making you suddenly tense at the weight of his inspection. No man has ever had the guts to stare so intently at a princess, especially not one as highly ranked as you, the first daughter of the emperor’s main wife. Even princes would not even dare to look a princess in the eye unless they were arranged to be married.

“Who knows?” He comments nonchalantly. “You could be a commoner trying to sneak into that party.” He nods towards the vivid lights filling the palace you had barely just been able to escape.

“What commoner could get their hands a dress made of dragon silk and embroidered with golden phoenix feathers?” You cross your arms.

He shrugs, feigning oblivion.

“And for the record, I was sneaking outof that party.” Your revelation causes him to cock a brow.

“A princess sneaking out of one of the grandest celebrations in the land?”

“Ugh, not you too” You frown, sighing heavily. “I don’t particularity enjoy being the center of attention, especially not when the sole purpose is to celebrate my birth.”

He looks up with the sudden realization, eyes wide but not completely in shock. “Let me guess, you’re the emperor’s first daughter.” His expression is hard to read, not as stunned as you would expect, but you usually have to give people a few minutes to let these things sink in.

“Took you long enough to figure out. Did I not just say this dress is-“

“Right, dragon silk and phoenix feathers…” He drops his gaze, face flushing ever so slightly as he nods, smiling to himself for not putting two and two together earlier.

“And you? Why are you snooping around here?”

At that he looks up, lips still curved upward. “I too just came out of there.” He tips his head toward the direction you had come.

“Oh, were you among the princes who attended?” You attempt to recall if you saw him among the group of what your mother would call “potential suitors”, but all you can dig up from the depths of your recent memory is a crowd of faceless men.

“Wow, I must really be unappealing.” He clutches his chest, pretending to be hurt.

You laugh, throwing your head back at his self-deprecating statement. “You’re…” You glance back at him, scrutinizing his features under the silvery moonlight.

As you take a moment to allow your eyes trace over the outline of his profile, you find yourself lost in how contrasting yet complimentary the details of his appearance are. His skin is glowing with youth, nose tall and perfectly shaped paired with lips that are small but plump. His jawline is sharp but his cheeks are still impossibly soft. And then there are his eyes, large and round orbs that seem to hold the stars.

“…above average.” You swallow finishing your sentence with a blatant lie and praying he can't tell you’re flustered because truth be told he was way beyond average. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever met a prince this attractive.

“I’m honored.” He grins, making your heart do things it’s never done. “It’s not every day the crown princess ranks you above average in looks.”

Your cheeks are on fire and you have to look away. “Well, there aren’t many handsome princes.”

“So are you saying I’m handsome?” His face lights up playfully.

“No! I mean, yes!” You face palm at your give away, squeezing your eyes shut and cursing your lack of composure.

He holds back a laugh, choosing to let his attention be drawn towards the surrounding area. It’s too dark to make out the trees and shrubbery, but you’re too caught up in your own embarrassment to notice him absorbed in his own thoughts. The moon is so round it almost looks fake, hanging like a giant silver coin in the dark indigo sky, so close it’s like you could touch it if you reached up.

A moment later, he speaks again. “Well, for the record, you’re just as beautiful as they say.”

At that you turn to him, meeting his gaze. Time stills with only the sound of crickets chirping and the muffled noises of the celebration present to signal it’s still getting later.

“May I ask your full name?” You manage to request.

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.” He replies, lips twitching up at the corners.

“Jungkook...” You repeat, solidifying the syllables in your head. “How long will you be staying here?”

“A while actually.”

“Oh, I see.” You nod, suddenly too nervous to solicit your next question.

Thankfully he jumps in just before the pause becomes awkward. “If you’re free, we could maybe, perhaps meet at the summer garden sometime?”

“I am!” You mentally face palm again, regretting answering so zealously, like you weren’t a princess meant to stay poised.

His face lights up again. “Then I shall be waiting.”

…

Early morning calligraphy lessons were the worst.

Master Lee was one of the best teachers in the land, but that also made him extra strict when it came to your writing. From the way you held the brush, to the form in which you maneuvered your wrist to paint each stroke, he was critical down to the last detail. You didn’t like calligraphy class, never did. Being shut in a room for hours at a time with your instructor breathing down your back was never your cup of tea. It didn’t help that you never saw much improvement in your skills, despite having taken lessons since you were six years old.

This morning was no different from any other, with the sun’s pale yellow rays barely penetrating through the window, open just wide enough to light up the dusty room but not enough for you to comfortable enjoy the view of the outdoors, a place you long to be.

“Stay focused, and loosen your grip” Master Lee’s stern voice echoes from across the room, making you whip your head back to the thin canvas in front of you. The characters you had already written in black ink staring back at you, each more hideous than the last.

You hated calligraphy.

“Master Lee, can you tell me about the State of Jeon?” The query slips past your lips, surprising even yourself, but ever since last night, you had not stopped thinking about the mysterious prince you had met.

“They are craftsmen. Artists. Known for their paintings and music.” He replies, slowly walking around the room. “Why the sudden curiosity?”

“Well, I met a prince from there last night.” You pause, regretting not being more discreet.

“Ah, the eldest Jeon and heir to the throne.” He nods, before stopping to furrow his brows. “Junghyun, was it?”

“He said his name was Jungkook.” You correct, wondering if you actually heard wrong last night.

“Oh, the younger brother.” Master Lee chuckles. “I’ve heard much about him. Yes. He’s quite the talented painter, cares nothing about statewide affairs or politics, but loves the arts.”

Your ears perk up at this newly revealed information. Today was the day you were supposedly meeting him at the summer garden, an arrangement you had hastily agreed to less than twelve hours ago. The thought of it makes your heart pound. Would he actually show up? What if he forgets? And why are you so excited to see someone you barely knew?

The questions continue to spin through your mind, along with fuzzy images of his appearance under the moonlight, the way his eyes twinkled beneath the stars and his alluring smile somehow conveying more than words ever could.

“Princess Y/N” Master Lee’s abrupt reminder triggers you to jump in your chair.

You look down to see that in the midst of your daydreaming, you had let your soaking brush settle in one spot for too long, causing the ink to drench the cloth sheet, leaving a giant black glob where the end of your stroke should’ve glided smoothly into a pointed tail.

“Sorry, Master” You clear your throat, hoping he won’t report this to your mother, or worse…make you start all over.

You hear him release a loud sigh, the disappointment evident in his features. “One more time” He grumbles.

…

The spring breeze is dry and not so subtly grassy. Warm sunlight drapes over your exposed skin, putting you at peace amidst the subdued, yet perceivable anxiousness building in your stomach. After being inside for so long, the brightness of midday is almost blinding, but your eyes soon adjust enough for you to take in the lovely scenery- the calm surface of the pond blanketed with lily pads and lotus flowers, the small stone bridge drawing a perfect half circle above the water, and the willow trees dancing along the shores.

It’s a scene you’ve been familiar with since you were young. The beauty of the summer garden always drew you to make daily visits, always alone, always for the purpose of escaping the maids who watched your every step, away from your mother who would endlessly remind you of your duties as a princess, and away from confining palace life, even if it was short lived and not even that far away. Trips to the garden were always relaxing, but today your heart is brimming with anticipation.

Your eyes scan the area for signs of the person you had come to see, the person you expect to be waiting for you. It doesn’t take long for you to spot him standing under the pavilion overlooking the picturesque area. His arms are crossed behind his back, and you suspect he has yet to become aware of your presence.

“Prince Jeon?” You voice as you walk up to him, feeling the knot in your chest tighten a tad bit.

He’s initially startled when he turns, eyes stretched wide akin to that of a child’s, but a joyous smiles appears the second he realizes it’s you.

“Princess Y/N” He bows respectfully, causing you to giggle.

“What’s this now? You’re finally convinced I’m not a commoner?”

He laughs. “Would you prefer I ditch the formalities?”

“Sure” You shrug, having never been a fan of the rules of proper conduct to begin with. “When no one else is around, we can just be commoners. So I can just call you Jungkook, right?” The name rolls off your tongue surprisingly well, like muscle memory, despite it being only the second or third time you’ve physically pronounced it.

“Of course.” He gazes into your eyes for a moment too long, as if waiting for something serendipitous, but it only elicits a choked up response from you.

“On second thought, Prince Jeon works too” You divert your eyes, wishing your heart would stop skipping beats.

He only smiles at that, switching his attention back to the pond.

You decide to change the subject. “You said you would be here in the capital for a while? For what reason?”

“I’m taking lessons like I suspect you do as well, only they’re probably not as fun as yours.”

“Ugh, my lessons are not fun. I hate calligraphy.”

He giggles. “Hey, at least it’s better than arithmetic and imperial history.”

Your eyes enlarge in realization. “Oh, you’re preparing for the imperial exams.”

He scrunched his nose cutely, sticking out his tongue in distaste. “If only I could get out of it. I honestly don’t see the point.”

“You have no interest in obtaining a government position.” You state, recalling Master Lee’s words.

“Not in the slightest.”

The two of you end up chatting for the rest of the afternoon. You don’t actually learn that much about him because you find yourself talking more about yourself than asking him the questions you had formerly been curious about. Prince Jeon is just too good of listener that you don’t feel the need to hold back on anything. He’s not judgmental, and he seems to always know the right thing to say, which has never been the case with a single soul you’ve had the honor of speaking to. You have honestly never met anyone this easy to open up to, not that you had any secrets to hide or anything, but it was just like conversing with a friend you always wished you had, one who genuinely enjoyed your anecdotes and complaints about life as a princess, no matter how stupid they were.

“And so I told my mother that she stole my necklace, even though she didn’t.” You feel nonsensical revealing such an embarrassing story that painted you in such ugly light, but it was freeing to finally get it off of you chest after so many years. “Petty, right?”

Jungkook pauses in consideration. “Petty, but understandable. I mean, she only visited you to receive gifts, and she didn’t even want to be friends with you. Of course you had to find some way to get your mother to stop inviting her over.”

“Exactly!” You exasperate, finally feeling validated. “And here I thought I would never be forgiven for my sins.”

Your outburst makes him laugh. You were about to join him until you feel the side of your shoe break. Looking down, you see the whites of your sock poking through the silken fabric and the sole flapping down when you lift your foot.

“My mother is going to kill me.” You groan. “You would think the shoemaker would choose more durable material for the royal family.”

“I guess he didn’t anticipate the princess being on her feet for hours.”

You look around to gauge how far you are from the palace; mentally calculating how much more damage you could do if you decide to hobble back on one foot. The summer garden wasn’t that far from the outer walls, perhaps you could make it back with clean socks if you are careful. Only that would probably take double the amount of time, and a glance at the sky tells you the sun is quickly inching closer and closer to the horizon.

Jungkook senses your contemplation. “If you allow it, I can carry you back,” He offers.

You turn to stare at him in disbelief, sensing your cheeks heating up at the thought. “C-carry me?”

He nods as if it was the most normal circumstance to be in, and it only makes your heart pound faster.

“I’m r-really h-heavy though.” You stutter, swallowing the saliva that had built in your mouth.

“I’m really strong though” He smirks, tilting his head suggestively.

You almost choke at his gesture. “I- I m-mean, ok-”

You aren’t even allowed to finish your sentence before he sweeps you off your feet bridal style. Holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut, you can feel the firm muscles of his arms on the back of your thighs and curving around your back. Swinging your arms around his neck in fear of falling off, you pray that he can’t hear how loud the thumping in your chest is.

“So tell me about the time you purposely got sick just to skip class.”

“Oh god, you really want to know the details?” You feel the knots in your stomach loosen and your heart slowing down. Either he can tell that you’re nervous, or the part about him knowing exactly the right thing to say is so true it’s uncanny, you decide it’s better to not question it.

The sun was beginning to set, making you wonder where the time had gone. If only all of your private lessons passed by this quickly you’d really be set. Lost in your thoughts and wishes, you continue your stories as he carries you securely all the way back.

…

You end up meeting Prince Jeon in the garden many more times after that. Spending most of your time chatting, over anything and everything, or just strolling around in silence enjoying each other’s company.

The garden hadn’t changed in all the years you played in it when you were younger, but being here with someone you were slowly falling in love with was an entirely new experience. You could never get enough of that feeling of being with him, listening to his voice tell you words you didn’t even know you wanted to hear, meeting his gaze and catching glimpses of the way he looked at you as if you were the prettiest girl in the world.

You still remember the first time he suggested sneaking down to the village, dressed in commoner’s wardrobe consisting of ragged pants and a brown robe much like the one you had seen him sport the first night you met him.

“No peeking” You warn, looking to make sure he’s looking the other way before you undress.

“I won’t,” He assures with his back still facing you.

You had quickly removed your silken robe to put on the scruffy brown one, glad that it fit well enough to not look like stolen clothing.

“Now we are both commoners.” He giggles, eyes crinkling at the edges.

And just like that, you sneak out of the palace without the knowledge of the royal guards or the maids responsible for having their eyes on you. It’s a short trip once you get past the assorted gardens and the spacious homes of the nobles that encircle the palace just outside the impenetrable stonewalls.

You had only ever captured glimpses of these kinds of villages through the curtain of your horse drawn carriage on those rare instances you traveled for royal affairs, mostly to accompany your father on his visits other states. You had never imagines one day walking along a busy street, exploring the endless commodity stalls and restaurants clustered along cobblestone roads packed with people.

It was thrilling, seeing so many new things and tasting food you’re sure you aren’t allowed to eat, to go where you wanted and not worry about conducting yourself the way you have been told to all your life. You felt uninhibited, and you absolutely loved it.

You loved laughing so hard your belly hurt. You especially loved watching Jungkook’s eyes light up when he found something exciting to show you and his smile when you react in an equally fascinated way. You loved hearing his laughter ring through the air that embraces you, the look on his face when he puts something delicious in his mouth and subsequently offers some for you to try, and his enthusiastic voice when he spots a place he’s sure you’ll like, which you always do. And most of all, you loved the way he intertwined your hands as if proving to the universe that they were meant to remain that way, forming a perfect pair like the sun and the moon. He would hold one to you tightly, leading you through the streets of the crowded village and making sure you were never separated, making sure you were always together.

Everything felt too good to be true, and just when you thought life as a princess was finally starting to become tolerable with the aid of these escapades; you are proven to have spoken too soon.

…

It’s always when things are steadily going well in your life that people have to come and ruin it.

Your future marriage was the one subject you despised more than calligraphy class, and leave it to your mother to guilt trip you with mentions of your responsibility as the daughter of the emperor and how hard your father has worked and will work to build an even stronger empire. So of course you are obligated to agree to whomever she deems the best arrangement for the sake of your ruling family, even if that person was someone you had never met. You had avoided it for as long as you could, but being at the age you were, it was only a matter of time before the agreement had to be settled.

“You’re still going down to that garden to play?” You’re mothers voice rings across the empty hallway just as you were about to leave the palace. You hear her exhale loudly, and you were not in the mood to deal with her.

“It’s one of my favorite places.” You defend, feeling a bit annoyed at her attitude towards you and the things you loved, although you should be used to it by now.

“You’ll never grow up, will you?” She shakes her head powerlessly, acting like she wasn’t one of the main reasons you felt the need to escape in the first place.

“Nope” You answer, running off and allowing your legs to carry you faster than they normally do, wanting nothing more than to get out of that prison of a palace, that life you wished you were never born into.

You try to block out the thoughts of the conversation you had had with her the night before as you race to the usual meeting spot, almost bursting into tears when you see the only person you ever really want to see.

“Jungkook!” You shout as you jump into his arms, relishing in the manner he lifts and twirls you around in the air so effortlessly.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, when he senses something is not right.

“I, umm, have something to tell you…” You swallow, trying to figure out the best way to break the news. After all, he of all people deserves to know. “My marriage arrangement has been settled.”

There’s a suffocating pause.

“And you’ve agreed to it?” He doesn’t look at you directly, choosing to instead stare blankly at the blooming flowers on the ground.

You search for signs of disappointment, almost in desperation, but find his countenance impossible to read.

“I had to…I’m of age...” You murmur, swallowing thickly.

“Is it some old king who has offered your father his land in exchange?” His voice is stiff, and you can see his jaw clench. “Or perhaps command of his army?”

“Are you implying my parents would throw me under the bus for the sake of the empire?” You glare at him more sharply than you intend to, feeling your blood start to boil.

He looks up to meet your eyes. “I’m not saying that’s what I’m saying… but that’s exactly what I’m saying.” He inhales heavily. “What’s the point in being the emperor’s eldest daughter if you can’t even make your own decisions?”

“The point is, I have a choice…” You swallow tautly, quickly losing confidence in your own statement. It wasn't a complete lie, but anyone even remotely familiar with the imperial system would know that royal weddings are for the sole purpose of keeping peace between the warring states. Only a fool would believe personal preference was ever taken into account, even if one was the emperor’s eldest daughter and crown princess.

“To choose among those already chosen?” His words aren’t in any way mocking, though you had expected them to be based on how he’s expressed his opinions so far. His tone is rather despondent, and you find it difficult to determine what his stance on the matter is. He doesn’t sound like he cares, in fact, why should he? But at the same time, his expression tells a different story.

“I’ve already chosen Yifan from the State of Wu.” Now you are actually lying. You avoid his gaze as the memory of how your mother had convinced you to agree to the arrangement on the fact that relations between your father’s empire and the State of Wu have always been rocky at best.

“The Prince of Wu, huh?” Prince Jeon nods, staring blankly at the ground and refraining from commenting further.

You cross your arms, unsatisfied with his partial response that you don’t even know what to do with. “What? Is he not a good choice?”

He looks up. “Oh no, no. I have nothing against your…choice…” He walks over to examine the old willow tree by the pond, pretending to be partially distracted which only elevates your annoyance at his evasiveness. “He just doesn’t seem like your…type…”

You smirk at his last sentence. “And how would you know what my typeis?” You counter in the same tone as you walk over to grab his attention.

He turns around just as you sneak up behind him and almost knocks you backwards in the process, but he slings his arm around your waist just before you stumble. “Someone’s who’s not going around collecting concubines.” He flashes you another one of his amused smiles and you can feel his warm breath flutter over your parted lips.

You had heard rumors of Prince Wu’s promiscuous activities, but you didn’t know word had spread beyond the boundary of maid’s gossip.

You groan in defeat, realizing he had seen right through you from the beginning. “There’s nothing I can do about it.” You reveal the truth in a dejected murmur, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

There’s a long pause and you fear that he really doesn’t care enough to comfort you anymore, but when you look up to meet his soft gaze that had never left you, you’re unable to move an inch.

“Run away with me.” His hold around your waist is steady, and his eyes are so sincere you forget to breathe.

Your mouth drops open at his statement, at loss for words or any kind of response for that matter.

“There are lands beyond this empire, magnificent places where you and I can be free from all of this that we have no say over.” He gives you a firm, confident squeeze, eagerness written all over his features. “Wouldn’t you like that as well?” He adds in a more tender manner.

“R-Run away?” You repeat, slowly slipping out of his embrace in an attempt to clear your mind because god knows you can’t think straight when his lips are mere centimeters from your face looking so luscious and soft.

“We can leave at dawn,” He asserts, placing his hands on each side of your shoulders and forcing you to look him in the eyes. The sunlight reflecting off his glassy pupils is enough to convey his longing for you to say yes, and in that moment, you can’t stop yourself from doing so even if you wanted to because truth be told, he could’ve proposed to jump off a cliff together and you would gladly accept.

…

The following morning happens in a blur.

Jungkook comes for you exactly as he had said, at dawn when the first light of the daybreak sun has barely emerged above the treetops. It's dark, and you are not entirely awake. Everything is delivered in hushed voices and whispers of encouragement. You remember your frenzied thoughts, the torrent of worries and questions that spin in your head. They do not plan on slowing down anytime soon, but Jungkook’s grip on your had is the only sedative you need. It's an unspoken promise to protect you, to never let you go.

And that is more than enough to prevent you from looking back. Not when the sunlight finally hits the palace walls, not when it cascades over the summer garden like a sheet of gold, and not even when the last sights of your former home disappears in the distance.

“Will you miss it?” Jungkook’s voice is soft as you continue to stare at the path in front, not realizing you hadn’t said a word to him since the two of you snuck out of the capital. It must have been hours, and he hadn’t disturbed the silence until now, giving you much needed space to let this all sink in.

“I don’t know.” You answer truthfully, still trying to make out what you were feeling. It wasn’t that easy to figure out. You had never done something so daring, so unplanned, so…borderline insane. You couldn’t possibly feel nothing, but would you really miss a place you had always wanted to leave?

“I will” He exhales. “I’ll miss my family, my room, going hunting with my father, the only place I ever knew…”

“So you regret it already?” You cut in, confused by his confession.

He shakes his head, smiling as he searches in your eyes. “I don’t regret any of this.” He holds up your interlinked hands, giving you a tight squeeze. “I never will.”

There’s an uplifting firmness in his tone, full of hope and life, and it makes you certain you won’t ever regret any of this either.

Jungkook had packed enough food to last until the two of you make it to the next village, according to the map he had on hand. You hadn’t even thought of the preparations he had made for this journey, but judging by all the things he was carrying, this was far from a last minute decision.

“You made this yourself?” You examine the flower shaped rice cakes in the small tin box, studying the intricate details and wondering how he managed to make something so beautiful.

“It’s probably nothing compared to what the royal cook makes, but everything tastes good when you’re hungry right?” He takes a bit and you follow suit.

The sweetness of the pastry engulfs your taste buds, making you gasp. “They’re delicious!” You compliment with your mouth full, blushing when he smiles as your delight and gazes lovingly into your eyes.

It is not long before you are back on your feet, making your way along the trail. The path winds into the forest, making it difficult to see the end, not that you could tell if it even had one. You were aware the two of you were walking on an incline, knowing that an impenetrable mountain range acted as a fortress around the capital city. They always looked so far away from atop the palace walls at the watchtower, so majestic and foreboding. You would’ve never imagined you’d one day be hiking up them like this.

“This is going to be a long trip, isn't it?” You sigh heavily, already feeling your legs getting sore. You had never walk for this long, let alone treaded up mountains. You vaguely wonder how Jungkook can carry everything he is and not feel tired.

“I prefer to call it a quest.”

You burst into laughter. “A quest?”

“Sounds more fun that way” He grins.

“How do you know all of this?” You’re suddenly hit with the urge to inquire, having forgotten to ask him how he had planned such a big move.

“All of what?” He smiles playfully, verging on mischievous.

“About the lands beyond my father’s empire.” You gesture to the endless plains below, the farmlands and rice paddies, all the way to where the celestial sky meets the earth. “Ever since I was young, my mother had always told me all the lands beneath this sky belonged to my family, or at least will eventually once all the states are united.”

You hear him chuckle lightly. “I read about it once. In a book I found in the forbidden library. Don’t ask how I got there. I was five and there was a secret passage.” He grins to himself as he recalls the foggy memory.

“And ever since then, you’ve wanted to run away?”

“Oh, no” He shakes his head, laughing even harder. “I was way to scared to do that…” He falls silent. “…until I met you…”

…

Days pass so naturally, you lose track of time.

The mountains are endless, but the world is breathtaking. You visit quint little villages with children running around, bustling towns full of goods from across the land, and quite farms that extend for miles on end. You travel through various forest filled with the unique scents of varying flora, past grasslands that ripple in the wind, along rivers leading to vast lakes and spectacular waterfalls, witnessing the raw beauty that had been denied to you all your life; places you would’ve never gotten to see had you not chosen to run away with him, and for that you are already eternally grateful.

Sometimes you find him observing the wild flowers on the side of the road, braiding their stems together and creating colorful bracelets that he’s always ecstatic to gift you. Most of all, you liked to watch him when he didn’t know you were there, admiring the care and concentration he pours into anything he does. You’ve memorized the way his eyebrows are knitted and pupils are trained on the object in his hands, almost able to feel the force of his devotion even as a bystander.

You had never seen a man take the time to create something so delicate, something that required so much patience to come to fruition. Your brothers and all the royal men you’ve met in your life had glorified activities such as sword fighting, archery, and horseback riding while poking fun of weaving and braiding as things only suited for women and the weak. But here you were presented with a man who has proven his strength time and time again take part in such a meticulous act while genuinely enjoying the process.

You’ve grown up learning that men were aggressive, controlling and assertive, but Jungkook was affectionate, compassionate, and gentle. He is the rain that showers the earth with love in the form of liquid crystals, the sun that rises each morning without fail, the soft wind that whispers secrets in your ear. He is an open book that invites you to read and turns out to be a story you can never forget.

You are lying in his arms late one evening, hidden under the arbors of giant trees, when a random thought strikes you.

“Are we any different from criminals now that we’ve essentially broken the law?”

Jungkook hums softly. “Well, I am not a prince anymore, and you are not a princess.”

“We are just commoners then?” You draw circles on his chest, calmed by the motion of his breathing.

“Hmm, I think lost stars would be a more accurate description.”

“Lost stars?”

He points at an opening between the branches, exposing the sky that is now a dark expanse dotted with gems. It’s a view you had never spent enough time looking at, but now that you are, it’s mesmerizing.

“They are so far apart, and yet from here, they look like they are right next to each other, mingling in a place that would be empty without their light.” He turns to cradle you in his arms, an action you are more than willing to welcome.

His body is so warm that you didn’t realize how cold you were until his skin came into contact with yours. Your eyelids are heavy, and you have to fight the slumber that is trying to overcome you. You want to stay awake, to listen to his soothing voice tell you more about the stars, but it’s a battle you cannot win.

Your last thought is not tainted by the fear that he might be gone the next morning because you know you will wake up in his arms. You don’t think you’ll ever be more certain of anything.

…

The cool blue sky merging with the warm glow of the orange sunset is a color combination engraved in your heart.

Along with the mountains casting shadows over the grasslands and the sound of roaring waterfalls that never falter, it is a continuous reminder that this moment had not stilled and that the world is still in motion. Time is flowing like the stream that weaves through the valley, and your heart has never felt so full.

You let your eyes settle on the man standing next to you, his lips glistening from the waning light, hair ruffling in the breeze. He is engrossed by the scenery, but you are enchanted by the sunset reflected in his eyes.

It almost makes you feel guilty for not fully appreciating the beauty that surrounds you in a moment as rare as this, but he is too captivating, the way his features fully capture the essence of the splendor you have soaked in for the past few weeks.

Tracing along the outline of his profile, your breath hitches when he suddenly turns to catch you staring at him. His lips curve upwards matching the dreamy look in his eyes and the faint flush of his cheeks.

You forget to take your next breath as he leans in, irises previously reflecting the sun now reflecting the most dazzling image of you.

“May I?” He whispers, his lips already lightly brushing yours.

You nod, closing your eyes when he presses his lips deeply against yours, sending shock waves running up your body. You can feel his hands secure your waist, making sure you don’t lose your balance. There is no urgency in his movement, no unhinged desire displayed by his tongue, but instead the action is coated with a tenderness that speaks of unbroken promises. It’s calm like the sunset that was slowing fading, flickering like the stars that were gradually appearing, and delicate much like the way he braids flowers.

And it is there on the edge of a cliff overlooking the land beneath the earth’s sky, that you share your first and last kiss with Prince Jeon Jungkook.

…

Maybe you had underestimated the power of your father’s army, or maybe this was fate’s way of punishing you for breaking the rules.

You can feel his hand gripping yours as the two of you run as fast as your legs can carry you, and you know he can get away if you just let go, if you just stopped and turned yourself in. The imperial soldiers were really only after you, and maybe if you gave in now, they would spare Prince Jeon’s life and let him flee.

“J-Jung-Kook” You croak between your heavy breathing and your quick glances to check if the men on horseback were closing in. You allow your hold on his hand to loosen.

“I- know what you’re-thinking” He says, gripping your hand even tighter, preventing you from making the sacrifice you had been mulling over.

His words are reassuring, but there’s an undertone of desperation that hints at something more. You don’t have the time or concentration to figure out what it is, but your ears are thankfully sharp enough to pick up his last plea.

“Please, never let go of me” It’s barely a whisper, and you almost think you are hallucinating when you see him turn to set his eyes on you one last time. Those glassy orbs never fail to make your heart skip a beat, upturned lips unfitting of the situation you were in, but nevertheless providing the exact kind of comfort you need.

It’s a kind of smile you hadn’t seen on him before, one that isn’t easy to decipher because it wasn’t making an appearance due to joy or relief or even for the purpose of soothing the tension in your chest. Instead, its manifestation makes you feel a sense of familiarity that does not stem from however long you’ve known him, but more….

More…

What is it?

…

...

“What happened to him?”

“Hmm?”

“The prince” Namjoon clarifies.

“Oh, he…” You see a flash of red, the sound of horse hooves thumping against the ground, the shouts of men on horseback, arrows zipping through the air, and a deafening cry of pain. “He and I lived happily ever after.” You force yourself to smile, despite knowing that it’s a lie.

Namjoon remains still, and you’re afraid he read past your fabrication. “That’s nice.” He murmurs, smiling to himself and looking at the ground.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It’s become a habit of yours-convincing yourself to believe in something you know didn’t happen. And it’s not that you weren’t a fan of sad endings, in fact, you’ve always enjoyed stories that made you cry because they were always more memorable that way. But knowing that it was he who met a tragic end was just too…heartbreaking.

“Is it enough to know he only exists in your mind?”

Namjoon’s abrupt question echoes through the lab and disturbs your silent thoughts. You look up to see that he is on his computer; analyzing your brain recordings from the session you just came out of. It takes you a moment to register and come up with a proper response, but you manage to form an honest answer.

“I’ve been convincing myself it is for years.” You exhale fondly, reminded of how hard it was for you to accept the truth and how it still lives as embroidered scar in the center of your heart. The fact that he doesn’t exist is something you’re glad you finally came to terms with because otherwise you wouldn’t be able to do what you do now.

In the past, the thought of him not being real was painfully depressing, leaving you distraught every time you thought about him and how wonderful it would be if he existed in reality. At one point, instead of making you grateful that you could at least feel that sort of happiness in your mind, it became draining and upsetting, always being tangled in wishes that would never come true. It was a difficult time, being in your mid-twenties, so lost in life, both in terms of your career and family. With everyone around you trying to give you unasked for advice, none of it being even remotely helpful because no one understood that you didn’t really want any of that.

And there you were, longing for someone you could barely put a name or face to. It’s ridiculous to think about now, but it’s a past you can’t deny. Luckily, you’ve found your way to a healthier state of mind.

“Do you ever wonder if he’s someone you might’ve met in real life?” Namjoon has turned to peer at you now, expectantly waiting for a response.

You pause, holding his gaze for a bit longer than usual. “I can’t think of a single person he’s even similar to. He’s too perfect.” You chuckle to yourself, feeling like a teenage girl talking about her crush.

“I mean, even in dreams, do you ever see people that you’ve never seen in real life?” Namjoon furrows his brows. “There has to be a source that all of this stems from.”

“My childish fantasies?” You continue laughing, and even Namjoon is forced to smile, shaking his head.

“Tell me more about it.” He walks over and pulls up a chair in front of you, folding his hands and placing them gentle on his lap as if he were waiting to listen to a lengthy story.

“About what? About him?” You cock a brow, finding it peculiar that he’s so interested in your adventures, but he always has been.

“About everything.”

You lay back down on the metal surface, staring at the ceiling. “When I’m in these sessions, I’m not consciously aware that I am and that none of it is real. I meet him for the first time every single time, and yet there is no incongruity in my mind or my memories. It’s like everything is wiped clean, and I start off on a blank slate. I just get this visceral feeling of familiarity and it’s so vague and weak, I just ignore it.” You purse your lips, digging for the right description. “The series of events are already planned, and I can’t change anything even though it feels like I have control over my decisions. I’m actually just living through a story that is already written. There are sessions where I only spend a single day with him others where it spans over the course of years, and yet each one has never felt short of a lifetime.”

“Does he look and act the same every time?”

You shake your head, closing your eyes and trying desperately to recall his face, but you can’t see him. It’s a blank canvas.

“He different depending on the story…but there’s just something about him that doesn’t change. And I can’t describe what it is, but it’s the reason I can recognize him in every scenario no matter what character he plays.” You sigh. “Well, I guess he always looks more or less the same. Maybe with a different hair color, or different clothes perhaps…” You chuckle under your breath, attempting to conjure that heart fluttering feeling you get when you see his physical appearance. “Am I superficial for making him absolutely beautiful?”

The corner of Namjoon’s lip twitches upward as he shakes his head. “No, not at all.”

“But, I think…I think I could recognize him even if I were blind.” You trail the patterns on the ceiling, zoning out ever so slightly. “He’s the only person that can hear me. And in the end it's always almost as if he knows, but at the same time it’s impossible for that to be true. And I know it’s just something that has to do with the way my brain constructs the whole scenario, but I just can’t seem to get over that look in his eyes. I know it’s not real, none of it is, but in that moment, he is the closest thing to reality.”

“What in reality is the closest thing to him then?” Namjoon’s question induces your vision to refocus.

“I don't know. There isn’t anything.” You answer without giving it much thought.

“Then tell me this, Professor Y/L/N,” He diverts his gaze to window overlooking the university campus; the colorful autumn leaves littering the lawns. “Can you accurately imagine a feeling you’ve never felt before?”

His inquiry catches you off guard. “Are you trying to convince me I’m wrong to believe the human mind is as boundless as it is?” You turn to face him.

“No” He shakes his head. “I’m merely…curious. I find it fascinating that the subconscious mind has such powerful abilities…I also find it hard to believe that a women like you has remained single all these years.”

You can see the hint of rosiness staining his cheeks, but his expression speaks of nothing but admiration and respect. “I have long past those days of receiving such flattering comments. But thank you.”

He smiles widely, a pair of dimples forming where the rosiness once was.

...

#bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #networkbangtan #armiesnet #bts scenarios #bts imagines #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts angst #jungkook x reader #royal au #scifi

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Endgame

Title: Endgame

Fandom: Batman

Rating: PG for some mentioned, but not explicit nastiness courtesy of one Joker.

Pairing: Scriddler, Harley/Ivy and BatCat mentioned.

Summary: Nothing lasts forever. That’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Notes: I have two main ‘verses’ I write. One is PI verse and the other is my Oneshot verse, where most of my Scriddler stuff is set. This won’t be the last Scriddler oneshot I do by a long shot, but it is how I see their story ending. You can also consider this a happier antidote to what’s coming in PI verse...

On some level, Edward always knew he and the rest of the Rogues gallery were operating on borrowed time.

Life in Gotham, as a civilian, crime fighter or rogue, was a delicate balancing act. There was an unspoken understanding that there was only so far the game could go, only so many lines the players could cross before game over.

One day, everything finally fell apart. One day, the Joker went too far.

Edward always knew the clown would ruin it, somehow.

Joker had, in his infinite ‘wisdom’, decided to make Gotham over in his own vision. To that effect, he had poisoned Gotham’s water supply with his venom. Hundreds of people had been hospitalized, including Commissioner Gordon. Edward wasn’t sure how many had died. In the ensuing scuffle with Batman and his foes, the youngest Robin had fallen ill as well.

Even after seeing his own son in the grips of Joker venom, Batman still would not kill the clown. Batman would never take a life, not even Joker’s.

Batman wouldn’t. The boy’s mother was another story entirely.

A week after the Joker had been taken into custody, he’d been taken from the Asylum by the League of Assassins. What exactly happened after that would remain unknown, but Joker’s mutilated body had been found hanging in front of City Hall the following morning. A clear message to the rest of the Rogues.

In his own way, Joker had been a stabilizing force in Gotham City. As long as he lived, the mob bosses would only go so far to antagonize the Rogues, while the Rogues’ ability to team up together was tempered by the desire to keep Joker out of their schemes. Now that the clown was irrevocably gone, chaos ensued.

Joker would have enjoyed that too, the bastard.

Falcone, Maroni and the few other mob heads still active in Gotham City saw an opportunity to reclaim what they’d lost when the age of the Rogues had begun. They’d entered into an alliance to forcibly take over Joker’s old territory. A group of Rogues, headed up by Dent, were mobilizing to fight back. Factor in the dozens of jumped up thugs who were left unemployed by Joker’s demise and the city was spiraling into anarchy. Some of his fellow criminals saw an opportunity. Edward, always three steps ahead of everyone else, saw the writing on the wall.

As tempting as the thought of clawing his way to the top of heap in Gotham’s Underworld was, Edward was rational. He was forty now. He wasn’t getting any younger. While he wasn’t a shrinking violet, the amount of violence he was witnessing was making the prospect of getting involved in this war very unappealing. And truth be told, he’d been active for nearly twenty years. He’d had a good run. Perhaps it was time to consider a graceful retirement.

“You’re absolutely certain about this Edward?”

Edward nodded and took another sip of his drink. “I’ve considered every possible scenario Oswald. This is the only option I have that leaves my freedom and wealth intact.”

Oswald didn’t look convinced. “Surely, people have made you offers.”

“Of course,” Edward snorted. “Falcone offered me a permanent position in his organization if I helped them. Dent was more honest at least. He said, I could join with them, or I had the choice between being shot or being run over by a truck. I never did care for taking orders from anyone.”

“No you certainly haven’t.” Oswald agreed, puffing at his cigarette. “You know, there is another option. As you know, I’m staying out of this petty squabble.”

Edward knew. Oswald was a smart man. He knew that no matter which side ‘won’, it would be a Pyrrhic victory at best. Losses would be sustained on both sides, and Batman and his cronies could be counted on to deal with the winners. And when both sides were taken care of, it would be Oswald Cobblepot ruling over the remains. “I could easily offer you a position Edward.”

Edward shook his head. “Thank you, but no. To tell the truth Oswald, I’m not enjoying the game much anymore. I haven’t since before the Joker got what he so richly deserved, but now...”he sighed. “I’m tired. I’m ready to move on.”

“And what does Crane intend to do?”

Edward fiddled with his ring finger. The gold band he wore under his glove had never felt heavier than it did now. “I...we haven’t discussed it yet.”

Oswald mercifully said nothing about that. “Well. I don’t agree with your decision, but I respect it.” Oswald held out his hand. “My door is always open to you my friend.”

Edward shook his hand. “Until the next lifetime Oswald.”

“So it’s true? You’re leaving Gotham?”

“Are you going to try to talk me out of it Selina?”

Selina shook her head. “No. Honestly Eddie, I’m relieved. This city...sometimes I wonder why I’m still here.”

Edward thought a certain masked vigilante had something to do with that, but didn’t say anything. “Harley’s not still in town, is she?” Harley had left Joker for good years ago, but Edward didn’t think Talia al Ghul would ignore her past association with him.

“No,” Selina answered. “She and Ivy left last night. Said they were going to South America for a bit. So, where are you and Jonathan going to go?”

Edward fiddled with his ring finger. “I don’t know. I...I don’t know that Jonathan’s coming with me.”

Selina looked shocked. “Jonathan’s not seriously going to join in this mess, is he?”

“I..we haven’t talked about it.”

Selina slapped her palm against her forehead. “Eddie! He’s your husband! How have you not talked about this?”

“He’s been shut up in his basement since we heard about what happened to Joker!” Edward snapped. “He hasn’t talked to me!” Edward could and should insist. But there was a part of him that felt that if he did, then Jonathan would want to stay. The longer he out it off, the longer they could stay together.

Selina sighed. “Ok. This might be the last time I see you for awhile. I don’t want to spend it fighting. But you will talk to him.”

Edward rolled his eyes. “Yes Selina.”

Selina nodded. “Good boy.” She paused. “You’ll need to go soon,” she said seriously. “Batman thinks that things are going to start getting bad in the next few days. He’ll be so busy trying to help contain it that if you and Jon take off and lay low, he won’t come looking for you.”

Edward nodded. “Right. Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid like trying to be a hero.”

Selina laughed. “Who me? Please.” Selina got up out of her chair and hugged Edward then. “Don’t completely disappear. I’d like to stay in touch with you.”

Edward returned her hug and pretended his eyes weren’t welling up a bit. “I won’t. Stay safe Lina.”

Two days later and all of the necessary arrangements were made. Edward had moved his money into an offshore account, barring a few thousand in cash, he’d sent Nina and Deirdre the last of his old equipment and he’d let go his last few remaining henchmen. All that was left was to decide where to go.

And to talk to Jonathan.

Jonathan was sitting on their sofa, reading an old textbook of his. His eyes looked up at Edward as he entered their home. “You’re home late,” he drawled. “What have you been up to?”

Edward fiddled with his ring finger. Now or never. “Jonathan,” he said. “We need to talk.”

Jonathan put his book down and looked Edward straight in the eyes. “Oh?”

Edward wet his lip. “It’s about what’s happening in Gotham.”

“You’re referring to the upcoming war I assume.”

“Yes, yes I am.” Edward took a breath. “I can’t stay here Jon. I’m leaving.”

For a long moment, Jonathan said nothing. His expression was as cold and impassive as ever. “Did you hear me Jonathan?” Edward asked. “I’m leaving!” Surely, Jonathan cared about that. Why wasn’t he reacting?

“I see,” Jonathan answered. “That’s a relief.”

Edward blinked. “It...is?”

Jonathan got up off of the sofa. “Edward,” he said. “Follow me.”

Edward did as he said and followed him down into the basement. What he saw made him audibly gasp. Jonathan’s basement was almost completely bare. All of Jonathan’s papers were packed into boxes on the floor, his chemicals were stored away and his desk was cleared off. Nightmare sat in his cage, observing the two men.

“This is what you were doing?” Edward asked.

“Yes,” Jonathan answered. “I’m fifty years old Edward. I’m getting too old for this nonsense.”

“But-what about your research?”

“I’ve spent over twenty years collecting data. That should be more than sufficient. If more is required, I don’t need to be in Gotham to do it.”

“And just when were you going to tell me about this!?”

“Tonight. I wasn’t sure what you were intending to do. If you had said you wanted to stay and get involved in this nonsense, I was prepared to sedate you and take off with you.”

Edward’s mouth opened, then shut again. Jonathan took advantage of his silence and grasped his hands. “I married you Edward,” he said softly. “There was no scenario in which I would have ever left you.”

Now tears were freely streaming down Edward’s face. “Jon...” he wrapped his arms around him and Jonathan held him tightly.

“So we’ve ruled out Metropolis, Keystone City, Central City and Star City for obvious reasons. You don’t want to go back down South, which I’m in full agreement on. What about San Diego? The weather’s nice, it’s close to the Mexican border if we need to flee-”

“Too many damn Californians,” Jonathan interrupted. “What about Maine?”

Edward pulled a face. “Maine? Jonathan, the winters there are godawful. You’d freeze to death! What about the Southwest?”

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “You want to live in a desert?”

“Alright, fair point. What about Boston?”

Jonathan considered this. “I think that would work.”

“Boston it is.”

The next evening, the car was packed. Edward had sent most of their things off to their new address in a Uhaul, leaving only their personal effects and Nightmare, who was cooped up in his carrier. “Nightmare hates that thing,” Jonathan groused.

“Well he’s not flying loose in my car. I spent over $300 getting the seats cleaned the last time.” Edward took one last look at the house. They’d had some good times in that place. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Edward started the car and began driving along the main road. In no time at all it seemed, they were on the main bridge out of Gotham City. Edward took one last look at the Gotham skyline reflected in the rear view mirror. He’d spent his entire adult life there. Were they doing the right thing? What would they do with themselves?

Edward felt Jonathan’s hand grip his shoulder gently. “We’ll be alright Edward,” he said. “As long as we’re together, we’ll be alright.”

Edward took his eyes off of the rear view mirror and looked at the open road ahead of them. “Of course we will be,” he said. “I am a genius after all.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes. “Of course you are.”

Five years later

“Darlin’ I’m home!” Jonathan called out as he entered their apartment. Thanks to the fake credentials Edward had managed to secure and his own powers of persuasion, Jonathan had managed to get a job teaching psychology at a community college. It might not be as prestigious as Gotham University had been, but it was still satisfying. Jonathan had almost forgotten how much he had genuinely enjoyed teaching. “Edward? You here?”

“I’m in the bedroom!” Edward’s irritated voice called out. Jonathan walked in to find him scowling in front of their mirror. “Look at this!” he complained. “I found another gray hair!”

“It’s a natural part of aging Edward,” Jonathan said, placing his briefcase on their bed. “You should take it gracefully.”

“You’re one to talk,” Edward groused. “You’ve been going gray for the better part of ten years!”

“Beats dying Edward.”

Edward’s face softened a bit. As they had both predicted, the gang war that had erupted in Gotham had more than a few casualties. Sionis, Falcone, Elliott, Walker and Lynns had died outright, Freeze had disappeared and most of the others had been transferred to an out of state facility after the fighting had destroyed Arkham. Still, it wasn’t all bad news. Oswald Cobblepot was the undisputed king of the Gotham Underworld now, defanged as it was. Harvey Dent had apparently finally reformed. Harley and Ivy had visited them in between their travels. Selina kept in contact too, constantly sending them pictures of her daughter, who was now three years old. And of course, Jonathan and Edward were still together. “I suppose we did get a happier ending than we probably deserved, didn’t we Jon?”

Jonathan leaned down and kissed the top of Edward’s head. “I’m not complaining.”

Edward smiled and pulled Jonathan down for a proper kiss. Life was a bit boring at times, but life was good.

What neither man knew was that someone had been watching them. Bruce Wayne had arrived in Boston after receiving a tip that Jonathan was teaching there. He’d been observing them for almost a week now and the worst thing he’d seen them do was bicker over the copy of a Boston Globe. Bruce walked away from where he’d been watching their apartment building and back towards his car. He’d been away from Gotham and his family long enough. He’d keep an ear out for any potential trouble, but as far as he was concerned, there was no need to bring in Edward Nigma and Jonathan Crane.

#scriddler #my take on 'ed and jon' retire from villainy and become grumpy old men together

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Digital Video Production

04/10/2019

Week 3

Practice & Test Shots at Location 2 & 3 - PAKT House & YMCA

This week, I went to my second & third location, which happens to be another organisation called the YMCA with their subgroup, PAKT. The idea that I have for this client is to do an overall video to show the wide variety of ages that come to the YMCA, the photographs you can see below are from the main YMCA and the subgroup PAKT House. The YMCA building will be the main focus as that's where most activities and people gather whereas the PAKT House is where afterschool children gather on certain days during the week, they gather at the YMCA once a week.

I talked to the owner about my idea to possibly film a promotional video, and she was interested in the concept. I told her that I do not have everything planned out yet as I was there to practice and see for myself if it is an ideal location, she gave me permission to do so and to let her know of any updates and ask if I need anything. I was given free rein over where I can take photographs except for their offices as they have confidential information.

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Below in Fig 1 is a wide-shot of a blackboard, it showcases the history of the YMCA which has been drawn on. I have been made aware that they will be adding to the board over the next coming weeks. By the time I film, I board should be fuller with more colour which may help reduce the flections that you can see from the lights above the board out of frame. When I came across this board, I thought of starting the video off or ending the video with this board as it would show what the YMCA is and what they have accomplished over 175+ years. My next meeting, I am going to ask the owner, can the blackboard could be wiped and have someone redraw the information back on for a time-lapse as having it already filled would make the video sequence appear bland and too static, having a time-lapse will make it more eye-catching and appealing to the audience.

Apart from the small issue of the light source reflection being visible, the High-Key lighting, in general, is fairly even and lights up each area of the board making each feature of the board easily visible & readable. I may play around with the camera angles to see if I can make it more memorising, maybe an extreme close-up low-angle of someone drawing on the board or an eye-level view high-angle for a time-lapse etc. However, if I get permission to wipe and redraw, I will make sure to do the writing and outlines more defined to make it stand out against the blackboard.

[Fig 1]

The next photograph below, Fig 2, is an area which, when people are present are where they can gather and socialise with other people. The available space can be used for presentations/meetings as a person can stand at the front while everyone is sitting on the seats. The open space contains low furniture, so getting a right angle on the area while not making it appear empty will be a challenge. The rips in the furniture bring another problem as the rips are not appealing and give off the appearance of the place is not taken care off which combined with the colours and the rest of the room, does not suit the theme. One way I can think of fixing this is covering the furniture with pullovers to hid the ripes although this would require every seat being covered to make everything appear that it fits in and meant to be there.

Like mentioned above in Fig 1, the high-key lighting is even, so I don’t need to worry about shadows or grain in the video, if anything, I need to watch for over-exposure. The ceiling lights above the frame hang down a bit and are bright, so if I capture the light sources, I will need to lower my Aperture to stop the over-exposure.

[Fig 2]

The next photograph below, Fig 2 is another area in which people in the YMCA can gather and socialise as like in the picture. The problems that I mentioned above about the ripped seats can be solved like in the image below in Fig 3 by having people positioned where the rips are to hide them so that they are not visible to the camera. I needed to test at least one photograph what the area would be like occupied with people, and so I asked them if they could sit where they are in Fig 3 and act casually like they would if I wasn’t there and it worked. The rips are hidden, and the open space is filled. Although, next time, instead of a wide-mid-long shot, I will have a mid-close-up chance so that the people in the frame don’t appear too distanced from the camera. Right now, your eyes tend to look around the frame with nothing to focus on, there is no focus point and too much going on in the background like the window behind them.

The lighting again is like what I mentioned above, the light is spread evenly, and I even get some excellent natural lighting coming in through the massive window behind them which, if the camera is positioned well, I can use to my advantage. I can use it to light up the areas in the room that the ceiling lights don’t fully reach to remove unnecessary shadows.

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The image below is in the same place as the seats in Fig 1 except at the back of the room. This wide-shot photograph, combined with Fig 1, displays how large & open the place really is, this results in camera positioning availability, I will be able to get different angles and shots to see which works best to create what I want. This photograph was taken with the camera positioned in the corner to see how much of the space I can capture within the frame at once and plan what shots I can create using the space & objects in the room

During this visit, I focused too much on wide-shots with the 18-55mm lens and not focus enough on the close-up shots with the 50mm lens, on my next visit I will be focusing more on close-up shots. A shot that I will get next time is a shallow-focus, close-up shot of the pool table balls being broken, shots like this is what I want in my video combined with wide-shots like in Fig 3 to show variety and show the areas inside the YMCA that people can go into.

[Fig 4]

Fig 5 below is the biggest and most open room in the whole building, it is the sports hall that is used for various activities like sports & exhibitions etc. The Sports Hall is going to be the hardest to film when the YMCA is doing their sports activities as I need to make sure that the camera does not get damaged by their activities, activities like football or basketball where the ball could fly towards where I am with the camera and damaging the camera is not on my list as it is expensive equipment as well as if the camera breaks, its less time for me to get footage.

The High-Key lighting in the room, like the rest of the rooms, is spread evenly, the light sources don’t bloom too much meaning that over-exposure isn’t too bad, especially since the ceiling is so high, most of them won’t be in the frame. The only sections of the hall that aren’t too well lit are the two sides going down the room at the edge of the ceiling lines where the support beams start but that won’t be too bad as the camera will be focused on the people doing their activities so you won’t notice it.

[Fig 5]

Below in Fig 6 is in the PAKT House, now the reason why there is only one photograph that I have put on this blog is that the house is not an ideal place to take pictures/film. I did get pictures of the other rooms, but they do need work in terms of tidiness & organisation as there are cables unmanaged and other problems that make the room unappealing to the camera. If fixed up, I feel like it can be the opposite, it can look appealing, not only in person but also to the camera.

Below in Fig 6 is one of the photographs that I feel appears nice, this is where the leaders store their puzzles & games that they use for the afterschool kid’s activities. The lighting in the PAKT house is very uneven, its almost the opposite of the YMCA building, low-key lighting with a lot of grain in the camera. There is a lot of bright colours however in each room, Fig 6 is a small example of this with the different coloured boxes and the painting on the wall behind them against the white painted wall which helps to emphasise the bright colours.

[Fig 6]

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i almost forgot that @heartdevouring tagged me in a thing!! which is sad because i was so excited to get tagged <3

RULES : ANSWER all questions, ADD one question of your own and then TAG as many people as there are questions whoever i want cause i don’t even know 50 people on tumblr :)

i’m gonna tag at the top, because this is long. tagging people makes me so nervous, thanks anxiety!! feel free to ignore altogether. @akai-coat @bigbrotherlouis @jiksax @busy-nothings @alligatornyc @magicalrocketships @rickshawala @flora-flauna @gretawhy

live session or studio session? this is off to a bad start because i legitimately don’t understand what this question is asking! like a live recording or a studio recording of a song? i only enjoy live recordings like...while i’m there listening to it. i hate watching concert videos on youtube or whatever, and i never take photos or video at shows. i’ve been to around 80 live shows for various artists, so i love me some live music, but i still prefer to listen to the meticulously mixed and balanced music that comes from a studio session. IF THAT’S EVEN WHAT THIS IS ASKING?

coke or pepsi? i can’t drink soda because it hurts my mouth, and i don’t like fluids that much in general :( :( on the one hand, i’ve never even tasted pepsi? but i had coke exactly once and i hated it. so, neither.

disney or dreamworks? i guess disney but in a super casual “maybe i’ll watch ‘cinderella’ one more time someday” way and not like “i wanna get married at disney AND go there for my honeymoon AND go back every single year and never visit anywhere else ever disney disney disney” way.

coffee or tea? i love them both so much in so many varieties. if i had to choose, i would choose coffee, but i wouldn’t turn down either. i’ve been drinking a lot of taro milk tea lately and it’s fucking amazing.

books or movies? lol i’m one of those jerks who’s like “i’m too busy to read a book!!!!!!!!” but i have no problem getting through a 100k fic in one weekend. okay actually, i feel like these days i don’t super love books OR movies, i just love fanfic and tv shows, and that’s because both of them give you sooooooo much backstory and characterization, and you get to spend so much time living with them in a way you don’t get from a movie. that being said, when i was a kid i used to stay up reading in the bathroom with a flashlight until 3am like every night. i am a lapsed book lover.

windows or mac? mac

dc or marvel? ugh i love the old campy batman show, it was an important part of my childhood and my weird relationship with my father. and i LOVED “lois and clark: the new adventures of superman.” so i love that sort of nostalgia feeling i get from dc. actually you know what, i was gonna hedge and say dc for old stuff and marvel for new stuff, but i’m going dc regardless, because i’m not super into all the new marvel properties anyway. dc, final answer. batgirl could get it.

xbox or playstation? the last game system i played was a super nintendo, but i was always more of a sega genesis gal tbh

night owl or early riser? because of my schedule and my shitty decision-making, it ends up being both. i sleep like four hours each night :/

cards or chess? i’ll go cards, but i am probably garbage at both

chocolate or vanilla? like, you can’t ruin anything by adding a really beautiful freshly scraped vanilla bean to it, whereas there is a lot of extremely shitty chocolate in the world. or, i guess mostly in america, we’re pretty shit at chocolate :(

vans or converse? converse. i have like seven pairs of chucks right now, though most of them are falling apart.

star wars or star trek? star trek: the next generation. omg it’s on netflix??? i’m gonna marathon the hell out of that 🙃

one episode per week or marathoning? MARATHON. my attention span is too short to keep up with something i only see once a week.

gandalf or obi-wan? i literally don’t care at all

heroes or villains? i don’t know, just be nice?

john williams or hans zimmer? i have no opinion about this

disneyland/disney world or six flags? i kind of hate all theme parks, but i really especially hate disney theme parks because i think it’s a huge scam. it’s expensive as shit, and there’s this creepy mythology around it where we brainwash kids into wanting to go there before they even understand wtf it is, and you’re not a good parent if you don’t take your kids there, and it’s EXPENSIVE AS SHIT, and you wait in lines for ten million hours, unless you hire a kid in a wheelchair to pretend to be your kid so you can cut lines (this is a real thing, people are fucking monsters). it’s just extremely unappealing to me, but the corporation seems to be doing okay without my support. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

forest or sea? i like hiking and i don’t like swimming, so let’s go forest. however, i love birds, but i REALLY love fucking weird deep sea creatures, so this is tough. i don’t wanna go for a swim or anything, but i would get in some kind of boat and look at weird fucking rays and anemonefish and shit like that.

flying or reading minds? when i was a kid, i legitimately thought people could read my mind, and it was The Worst, so let’s go with flying. so i can hang out with birds :)

twin peaks or northern exposure? never seen northern exposure, so twin peaks

harry potter or lord of the rings? i really liked the lotr books and really did not care about the lotr movies. i am not super passionate about harry potter books or movies, but i fucking love one direction harry potter AUs, so let’s go potter. i found out today that my patronus is a chow dog.

cake or pie? both both both but if i have to choose i would pick pie but also both both both

you are banished to a desert island, which benedict cumberbatch character would you choose to take with you? THIS IS MY FAVORITE QUESTION IN THE WHOLE THING. BECAUSE. THIS MEANS I GET TO BE ON AN ISLAND WITH VICTORIAN SCIENTIST JOSEPH FUCKING HOOKER. DARWIN’S BEST FRIEND!!!!!!! he could teach me about plants, and then we could gossip about darwin and huxley!!!!! omg i want it so bad

train or cruise ship? i would rather drive, but i guess a train is fine.

brian cox or neil degrasse-tyson? neil. he can be Too Much, but i like that he’s actively trying to defend science in a mainstream, accessible way.

wizard of oz or alice in wonderland? i’ve never made it all the way through wizard of oz because i was too scared of the flying monkeys :(

fanfiction or fanart? i am more into fic personally but good on you for creating something whatever it is <3

the hunger games - books or movies? books

be able to see the future or travel into the past? fuck the future, i wanna hang out with dinosaurs and/or victorian scientists

han solo or luke skywalker? yeah i don’t care. princess leia.

lilacs or sunflowers? omg don’t get me started on plants, i love em!!! turning sunlight into food, little legends :’)

spring or autumn? spring is good but it only lasts for about 14 seconds around here. we pretty much go from “ahhhhh it’s too cold!!!” straight into “ahhhhh it’s too hot!!!!”

campfire or fireplace? campfire 🔥🔥

french fries or onion rings? fries

truth or dare? truth. i’m pretty open about most things, but i ain’t doing shit and you can’t make me :) :)

winter or summer? i kinda hate them both. summer is too hot for me. but in winter, you have snow, which is the worst. and then you bundle up to go outside but when you get inside the heat is BLASTING and you’re overdressed for it, so winter ends up being too hot for me, too :( i’m always too hot :( :(

vampires or werewolves? vampire tv shows, werewolf one direction aus

red or blue? GREEN

eyes or lips? idk i mean they both serve an important purpose, i’d like to keep both

burgers or sandwiches? i don’t eat meat so let’s go sandwiches

friends-to-lovers or enemies-to-lovers trope? i guess friends to lovers but as long as louis is loved and cherished and gets everything he wants then i don’t care how it started

pizza or pasta? eating pasta right now :)

ancient rome or ancient greece? omg don’t make me choose. classical languages and civilizations and mythology, my first ever academic passion <3 guess who’s read the odyssey in three languages THIS GUY (guess who doesn’t remember any language except for english anymore, also this guy)

foxes or wolves? FOXES!! fennec foxes!! darwin’s foxes!! arctic foxes!! all the lil foxes

mermaids or dragons? MERMAIDS. EXTREMELY MERMAIDS. the only reason i even started liking louis tomlinson is because i read a fic where he was a mermaid, but that’s a story for another day.

sci-fi or fantasy? ahhhhh don’t make me choose. gimme all the dystopian societies

watch a film in theaters or at home? going to the theater sounds exhausting, i’m good right here

fireproof or no more sad songs? fireproof, on account of louis tomlinson rolling and rolling until he changes his luck, which is basically my mantra

bands or individual singers? individual singers within bands

sweet or salty? if i only get one, i’ll choose salty, but i want both. both together!! salted caramel!!! cheese and caramel popcorn mixed in a bag together!! chocolate covered pretzels!!!!

monotype corsiva or comic sans? both of these make me itchy. BUT. i’m gonna go with the dreaded comic sans BUT ONLY BECAUSE i read a thing once that people with dyslexia have an easier time reading it, and i’m on board with it from an accessibility standpoint ONLY.

my question: turtles or frogs? i know this is tough because they are both so awesome <3

#i got tagged for a thing!!#story of my life

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