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captainremmington-13 · 1 month

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A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova, her father, and Enolio. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: Coriolanus spends the night at the Reginelle estate. While Bellova sleeps, he goes through her room and discovers many intriguing items, some of which he would have never expected to find.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER. It contains manipulation, swearing, and mentions of death and weaponry.

A/n: This chapter was so hard to write tbh😭

Bellova awoke on Sunday, two days after she’d fallen unconscious. Coriolanus was at her bedside, reading a book. When he noticed she was awake, he immediately called for the nurse and brushed her hair out of her face gently.

After the nurse checked her vitals and confirmed that she was alright, he went to summon the doctor so she could be cleared to go home.

“I feel so guilty,” Bellova whispered, looking down at her lap sadly.

“Why is that?” Coriolanus asked, checking the time on his watch. It was already six o’clock in the evening, and he wanted to get home in time for dinner with Tigris and Grandma’am.

“My father has probably been worried sick about me,” she said dejectedly. “Do you know where he is right now? I would really like to see him.”

Coriolanus took a deep breath.

“Oh, sweet girl…I hate that I have to break this to you.”

“Huh?” Bellova tilted her head in confusion.

“Your father is dead.”

Coriolanus did not get home in time for dinner.

Instead, he had to escort a distraught Bellova to the car waiting in front of the hospital to take her back to her estate. Between sobs, she begged for Coriolanus to come home with her.

“Please don’t leave me alone,” she said tearfully, clutching his arm like it was a lifeline. “I don’t trust that I won’t hurt myself. I need you by my side, Coryo.”

And Coriolanus, being the loving boyfriend he was, agreed instantly.

He opened the door to the back seat for Bellova before her driver could, and slid in next to her immediately after. He buckled her seatbelt for her, as she was too distracted to do it herself.

The driver started the car without saying a word. Coriolanus could tell by his stiff posture that he was on edge, but was holding his tongue.

The ride was…tense, to say the least. Bellova was trembling, clearly trying not to cry her heart out. Tears streamed down her face, dripping down onto her blood-red dress, the same one that Bellova had worn to his office just two days ago.

‘So much has happened since then,’ Coriolanus thought.

When the car stopped in the Reginelle estate’s driveway, Bellova didn’t move to get out. She just sat there, as if she was paralyzed by grief, which she probably was.

Coriolanus had to say her name twice before she turned her head slightly to look at him. He unbuckled her seatbelt and took her hand, helping her out of the car.

They wordlessly made their way inside the estate. Two Avoxes came to take their coats. The same butler that showed Coriolanus to Mr. Reginelle’s office just days ago, approached them. His eyes widened slightly when he recognized him, but did not express his surprise out loud.

“Miss Reginelle,” the butler said, his voice cracking slightly. It was clear to Coriolanus that he had been immensely stressed. “I am glad to see you awake and well. I…” he paused, looking down at his shoes. “I am so sorry about your father.”

“Thank you, Enolio,” Bellova said quietly. “I know you were fond of him too.”

Coriolanus briefly wondered how much she accurately remembered about her father.

“He was a good man,” Enolio said. “Generous, fair, and passionate. And he loved you so much, more than anything else in this world.”

Bellova’s eyes filled with tears again, which she wiped away quickly. “I know,” she said, sniffling. “He was the best father I could ever ask for.”

Coriolanus, who was growing increasingly impatient and anxious at the discussion of a man he had killed, cleared his throat. “Show us to her quarters,” he told Enolio. “She requested that I stay the night with her.”

Enolio looked like he wanted to protest, but didn’t.

He turned on his heel and lead them up the grand staircase, which was made of black marble and shone in the light of the grandiose chandelier hanging above. Bellova was still shaking, and Coriolanus could tell she was struggling to walk in her heels.

He would have carried her the rest of the way if he’d actually given a damn about her.

Finally, Enolio pushed Bellova’s bedroom doors open. “If you need anything, Miss Reginelle, just yell for me. I’ll be close by.”

Bellova nodded, giving him a hug. “Thank you.”

The butler looked stunned at this sudden affectionate gesture, but embraced her anyway. “You’re most welcome, miss.” Giving her a small smile, he shut the door behind him, leaving her and Coriolanus alone in her incredibly spacious room.

Coriolanus looked around, taking in his surroundings. He had never been in this section of the estate before, let alone Bellova’s quarters.

The aesthetic of the decor fit her perfectly - or at least, the old her, perfectly. The canopy draped over her bed was made of a sheer black material, and matched the black silk covers on her mattress. One of the walls was transformed into a massive set of bookshelves, which was filled with books and other priceless trinkets. A mirror almost twice the height of the doors was placed on the wall opposite to that, the rim inlaid with silver. The floor was made of dark grey marble, and was polished to perfection.

Coriolanus’s gaze traveled back to Bellova when she said his name softly. She had begun to cry again, which annoyed him. He really hated watching people cry, it made him uncomfortable. He was tempted to ignore her, they were alone and there would be consequences for doing so. But he needed to be affectionate enough to gain her unwavering support and devotion.

So instead of leaving the room, Coriolanus stayed with Bellova while she prepared for bed. She stopped crying, to his relief, and instead went completely silent. She retrieved a white nightgown from her walk-in closet and disappeared into her bathroom.

When Bellova returned, her face had been scrubbed clean of makeup. Coriolanus hadn’t seen her without a full face of makeup in at least five years. Her complexion was paler than usual, her grey eyes were puffy and red from crying, and her hair was damp and devoid of its usual curl.

She looked ghostly, which made sense given that the old version of her was dead.

She walked over to her bed without saying a word, laying down on top of the sheets. She still seemed to be in a trance-like state.

Coriolanus reluctantly walked over to her and kneeled down next to the bed. “You should get under the covers, you’ll get cold if you don’t.”

No response.

He sighed. Standing up, he slowly coaxed Bellova off of the bed so he could pull back the covers. She layed down once more, facing away from him.

Coriolanus thought Bellova would fall asleep right away, but was proven wrong when she rolled over to look at him. “Can you hold me while I try to sleep, Coryo?”

He was beginning to regret brainwashing her instead of killing her.

Pushing aside his violent thoughts, he slid off his shoes and climbed into bed with her. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. He hesitantly raised his hand to stroke her hair, and he felt her body relax slightly.

“Are you tired?” he asked.

“Mhm,” she murmured, her eyelids drooping slightly. “Thank you for staying with me, Coryo. I don’t know what I’d do without you, especially now that my father is gone…” She trailed off, her voice trembling pitifully. “All I really have is you.”

Coriolanus allowed himself to smile. If Bellova felt he was her only ally, he would never have to worry about her disobeying or abandoning him.

“I know,” he said quietly. “But I’m all you need. As long as you have me, you’ll be alright.”

She hummed in agreement, her eyes fluttering shut. And within minutes, she was asleep.

Carefully, Coriolanus lifted her sleeping form off of his chest, letting her body rest against the mattress. He climbed off of the bed, and ran a hand through his already messy hair. What was there to do now that Bellova was sleeping?

He looked around the room once more, his eventually eyes landing on her desk. It was the messiest thing in the room by far. It held miscellaneous books of all sizes, expensive-looking notebooks, various fountain pens, and loose papers in clumsily composed stacks.

Despite knowing her for more than a decade, she kept a solid wall between them that prevented him from seeing her true feelings. Perhaps looking through her personal items would reveal things that he could use to his advantage.

Taking a seat at her desk, he picked up the book at the top of the pile. It was called A Tale of Timeless Truth. It looked like a dark romance novel, judging by the cover that depicted two lovers standing in a cemetery. The one underneath read:

Coriolanus

by William Shakespeare

Coriolanus stifled a laugh, as not to wake the sleeping girl. Either it was a miraculous coincidence, or the old Bellova liked him more than she let on. He was tempted to look through the book, but was more interested in the several sheets of notes lying about.

After shuffling through them, he realized that Bellova had been quite passionate about the concept of the Hunger Games. She had written the outlines of concepts of rules, spanning from having a different arena each year to making the tribute interviews a bigger, more publicized event.

She also had rough sketches of strange animals, with hastily scribbled notes bellow them.

Mutations.

She was designing her own mutts.

Dr. Gaul had likely inspired her to do so. Judging by the lack of development and detail within the notes, she hadn’t presented the designs to the doctor yet.

They were solid ideas, ones that Dr. Gaul would be very impressed with. Coriolanus carefully folded the papers containing the rules and designs into small squares and tucked them into his pant pocket.

The other papers were filled with drawings, mostly of skulls and various flowers. The only one that stood out to him was a sketch of a rose. It was a beautiful picture, but quite macabre, as the petals appeared to be dropping in blood.

He decided he had to destroy that paper. He didn’t want Bellova to remember she had been fascinated by anything violent.

Coriolanus opened the drawers on the left of the desk, rifling through them as quietly as possible. There was nothing of interest in them, just a bunch of school supplies. When he opened the last drawer on the right, he spotted two black leather-bound books, decorated with elaborate patterns and inlaid with gold. One of them looked considerably older than the other.

He picked both of them up, setting them on the desk. He blew the thin layer of dust off of the older book, and opened it. In large but surprisingly neat handwriting, the words “Bellova’s journal” covered the first page. In the bottom right corner was the date she first wrote in it. Coriolanus quickly did the math. She was seven years old at that time.

He flipped the page, which revealed the first entry:

I’m not going to begin this with “dear diary”. That’s stupid. I’ll just write out my thoughts as they appear in my head.

Coriolanus bit back a smile. She had always been blunt, apparently.

I met a boy today. He tried to kick me off of my own tower at the playground. The audacity! He wasn’t willing even to share, so I pushed him. Daddy always says I shouldn’t be mean, but that it’s fine to put people in their place. And that’s what I did, so I don’t see it as a problem.

I think he is in my class at school. I recognize him by his blonde curls. I never payed attention to him before today, he never really caught my eye. But now I need to watch my back. I don’t want him getting in my way again.

Signed,

ℬℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓋𝒶

Coriolanus’s throat went dry. He knew he was the little blonde boy who she’d pushed down the stairs those years ago.

He turned to a random page. This one was written two years after the first entry.

I really hate group projects. I had to work with Clemmie and Coryo. What a nightmare.

Clemmie is alright. We get along for the most part, and sometimes we do each other’s hair. She can be bossy sometimes, which really gets on my nerves. I want to slap her sometimes, but Miss Inola would get really mad at me if I did.

Coryo is the one who gives me trouble. He thinks he’s so special because his last name is Snow.

But he has such pretty blue eyes. They sparkle like the finest diamonds in the light. His smile looks like sunshine itself, and his laugh is so cute.

It’s really a shame that he’s so annoying.

Signed,

ℬℯ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓋𝒶 ℛ.

At that point, Coriolanus was beyond intrigued. He had no idea Bellova found him attractive when they were children. She hurled insults at him constantly, and was hell-bent on one-upping him in class. Clearly, she was good at hiding her emotions.

At least, she used to be.

Quickly flipping through the pages, he stopped when an entry written in red ink caught his eye. This was written when Bellova was fourteen.

Today was an absolute mess, but it was fun to see the chaos unfold.

Arachne really thought she’d win the Dean’s Award for her perfect score on her algebra test. As fun as she is to gossip with, she can be quite an entitled bitch. She threw a tantrum in front of the entire student body. I just pretended not to know her.

Then Sejanus, the soft-hearted fool he is, stormed out of History. I think it was prompted by Demigloss calling district children “rats”. He’s such a sensitive boy, so I can understand why it got under his skin. But really, he should try to blend in more with the Capitol citizens if he wants to rid himself of the stigma surrounding his family’s past.

And lastly, Coriolanus won the Dean’s Award for academic achievement. The look on High-As-A-Kite Bottom’s face when he had off his name was priceless. I was sure I would win the award, but if anyone else truly deserves it, it’s Coryo. I hate to admit it, but his intellect far surpasses anyone else’s in the our grade. Except for mine, of course.

Coryo changed over the summer. In personality, he’s the same. He’s still competitive, smug, and somewhat reserved. But he looks different. He’s gotten taller, his voice is more mature, and he looks less…boyish. Dad says that he looks more like his father, General Snow. I’m unsure if that’s good or bad.

I really do hate that he’s taller than me now. I suppose I’ll have to get used to wearing heels every day. When he pointed out how he can look right over my head now, giving me that signature smug grin, I wanted to throw up.

It’s almost sickening how much I want to kiss him.

ℬ. ℛ.

Coriolanus was unable to stop himself from grinning.

Bellova really had been a lovesick schoolgirl all this time.

He closed the old journal and opened the new one. Bellova had recorded the date she received it: her sixteenth birthday.

He shuddered. He really didn’t want to remember her sixteenth birthday party.

Skimming through the book quickly, he realized she’d only written in it a handful of times. She probably got busy with the advanced classes she was taking at the Academy. He inferred this because he had been taking all of the same classes, and knew how heavy the workload could be.

The very last entry in the book was a short one.

I want nothing more than to slit Coriolanus Snow’s neck, and watch the blood paint his pretty porcelain skin red.

The fucking audacity of him to insult me in front of our entire class! I would’ve stabbed him with my pen if Sejanus hadn’t intervened. He’s just envious that I got a higher grade than him on our last rhetoric project. He’s fucking pathetic.

I don’t care for him anymore. His has his arrogant ass to blame for that. It’s his loss.

No matter how gorgeous or alluring he is, I will never allow myself to feel anything for him ever again.

I deserve better.

Signed,

𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓪 𝓥𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮

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Coriolanus spent hours ripping pages out of both journals. He removed anything that depicted her old personality, but left the entries that didn’t contradict Bellova’s new reality alone.

If anyone who didn’t know her read through the journals, they’d assume she was an average Capitol heiress.

He also went through her room and removed anything that could be used as a weapon, just in case Bellova returned to her former state.

He had no idea that Bellova owned so many knives. By the time he had thoroughly searched every crevice of the bedroom, his coat pockets were stuffed full of various small weapons.

He left her bookshelves alone for the most part. The only books he decided to take home with him were ones that included graphic content. He wanted Bellova to think she’d been innocent and pure.

He found a singular photo book hidden amongst lengthy tragedy novels. Inside was many photos of Bellova and her loved ones. Some were of her as an infant, others as a toddler. There were only a few of her around the age where she had formally met Coriolanus. This was unsurprising, given that the war was at its fiercest around that time.

Later on in the book were many pictures of her and Persephone, Lysistrata, and Diana Ring, taken during their fourth-to-last year of the academy. Bellova looked much older than fourteen in them. Perhaps it was the makeup, or the cunning gleam in her eyes.

The last two pages were filled with more recent pictures. One of them was a group photo of the senior class, taken at their very last Academy orientation. Coriolanus spotted himself and Sejanus standing next to each other, grinning ear to ear.

Quickly suppressing his guilt, he searched for Bellova in the picture, who he found quickly. Nobody else in the senior class had jet black hair and a piercingly sharp smile.

The photo that really grabbed his attention was the very last one, because he was in it.

Bellova wore a stunning silver dress, her makeup was more elaborate than usual, and her eyes were half-closed. Five empty glasses of posca sat on the table before her. To her left, Coriolanus had rested his head on her shoulder, and appeared to be asleep.

A vague memory flashed across his mind. A night full of laughter, posca, and luxurious outfits. Bellova giving him a captivating smile. Feeling the alcohol bring down his barriers, momentarily forgetting all of his worries…

Coriolanus shook his head, as if doing so would push the thoughts out of his mind. He removed the photo from the album and placed it so it leaned against the books on the shelf. He hoped that Bellova would see it and assume it was a snapshot of their “loving” relationship before she had “hit her head”.

He scanned the room once more, to ensure nothing incriminating was left. The aura of the old Bellova still remained, due to the gothic decor, but anything that suggested she was a violent person had been taken by him.

Satisfied, Coriolanus walked back towards Bellova’s bed. But he stopped in his tracks when he spotted a small table near one of her windows.

On it sat a framed, pressed black rose.

The very same blossom he had gifted her after the arena bombing.

He would have been stunned that she preserved it if not for what he’d just read in her journals.

Coriolanus picked up the frame. The flower was a perfect representation of the old Bellova: mysterious, macabre, and beautiful.

Opening the back of the frame, Coriolanus retrieved the dried flower. Silently apologizing to Grandma’am, he crushed it in his palm, practically reducing it to dust.

Discarding the remains in a trash bin, Coriolanus walked towards the bedroom door. He needed to go back to his penthouse, Tigris and Grandma’am were probably quite worried about him. Besides, he needed to dispose of the knives and find a place to hide Bellova’s other items.

He also had some work to do concerning the frame that had housed the black rose.

When he returned in the early hours of the following morning, it would contain a freshly-pressed white blossom.

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los-plantalones · 22 days

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y’all know what this is?!

it is a clump of jewelweed seedlings!

common jewelweed (impatiens capensis) is native to north america and likes to grow along waterways. in the summertime she grows lovely little orange flowers.

but my favorite thing about her is her sap! it’s great for topical use on irritated skin. i make salves out of it and other happy-skin plants every summer. AND anD if you apply the sap to an area of skin that’s been exposed to poison ivy, it can prevent the rash from developing.

OMG there’s a poison ivy preventative!? well. . . no. this is a more of a “i am in the middle of the woods and have no soap and water but i DO have this plant” situation.

the thing is, you have to have to apply the jewelweed sap almost immediately after exposure to urushiol (the itchy juice in poison ivy), and if you’ve been in contact with poison ivy for more than a few minutes – which most people are because they don’t recognize/notice it – then it’s DEF not going to work. urushiol is absorbed by the skin too fast.

it’s still a cool plant and it DOES reduce itchiness and irritation from dermatitis and bug bites. 🦟

#plants #plant identification #jewelweed #impatiens capensis #us native plants #plant facts #cool plants #medicinal plants #wildcraft #my photos

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vandaliatraveler · 8 months

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Despite its undignified name, Muddy Creek is a lovely mountain stream that normally runs fast and clear on its steep descent to Cheat River. But after a week of heavy rain in NC-WV, the stream looked a bit murky yesterday. Not even the sediment washing away from the mountains dims its beauty in my eyes. And the enchanting, moss-encrusted forest along its bank holds its own late summer treasures.

From top: great blue lobelia (Lobelia siphilitica), which pairs beautifully with cardinal flower to provide late summer color in a native wildflower garden; white wood aster (Eurybia divaricata), which is the most common of the shade-loving white asters in this area; crooked-stemmed aster (Symphyotrichum prenanthoides), also known as zigzag aster, whose clasping, spatula-shaped leaves distinguish it from big-leaf aster, another woods-loving aster with lavender flowers; blue-stemmed goldenrod (Solidago caesia), whose spreading, yellow-flowered stems provide stunning late-season color in a native wildflower garden; an intensely-green collage of moss, woodland stonecrop (Sedum ternatum), Christmas fern (Polystichum acrostichoides) and heartleaf foamflower (Tiarella cordifolia), which I am trying hard to reproduce in my own native wildflower shade garden; the shaggy-maned stem of Coker's Amanita (Amanita cokeri), one of the most impressive mushrooms of Appalachia's summer forests; beech-drops (Epifagus virginiana), a parasitic plant that grows and subsists on beach tree roots; the bright red berries of false Solomon's seal (Maianthemum racemosum); yellow jewelweed (Impatiens pallida), whose explosive seed pods give the plant its other common name, pale touch-me-not; and narrow-leaved tick-trefoil (Desmodium paniculatum), also known as panicled tick-trefoil, a late summer pea whose sticky seed pods commonly hitch rides on shoes and boots.

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thewritingbeforesunrise · 1 year

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Confession. (Part 3)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: I am really sorry for the delay. I planned to post this over last weekend but I fell behind with the writing. Anyway, I hope this final chapter is worth the wait.

So, the inspiration for this one came from this picture. I had the absolute pleasure (and the dreadful curse) to witness, with my own two eyes, this fucker (affectionate) with rhinestones down his chest at my show.

I never recovered from that day, to be honest, but I promised myself I would definitely write something about it in one of my stories.

So, here it is. I hope you like it.

Confession. (Part1) (Part 2)

Word count: 7.5K (sorry, I couldn't shut up)

Pairing: Josh x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex.

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Summary: Rhinestones and ice cream go well together.

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Almost an entire year had passed since that night in your room with Josh, and not once you had stopped thinking about the sweet touch of his lips on your skin, right before drifting off to sleep.

Every. Single. Night.

He helped you a lot to calm down your anxiety that night and he still did in the present, even if unconsciously.

Like last time, nobody mentioned anything and it was absolutely fine for you, even though you couldn't deny that you longed for his touch and presence.

You were still working for them.

They had released a new album and they had an international tour going.

You had the absolute pleasure to design some new stage clothes for the four of them and you were really proud of how they had turned out.

The Kiszka brothers were all growing facial hair, now, Danny had a new haircut that made him look like a 70's rock star and him and Josh had developed a novel interest in make-up.

Rhinestones, in particular, had caught their eye and had become a regular part of their stage outfits and make-up.

Their poor make-up artist had to glue indefinite amounts of little shiny stones on their faces every night, and it wasn't always an easy job, especially since one of them kept changing his mind on how he wanted them placed.

Of course, it was Josh you were referring to.

One night you had walked past his greenroom and you had heard him make her change the pattern three times in a row. And he stopped only because she had told him, with every right to do so, that he could do it himself if he didn't like how she was working.

Tonight's show was in Milan, Italy.

You had arrived the day before and you were already loving it.

The weather was heavenly.

It wasn't too hot even though it was the beginning of June. There was always a gentle cool breeze, making the beaming sun more bearable.

It was lovely.

The venue was outdoors, the stage was placed in a big field surrounded by trees and apartment buildings in the outskirts of the city.

It was so quiet and calm backstage that you could hear birds sing and crickets chirp in the grass.

You were currently organizing the boys wardrobe when you heard your phone buzz on the table.

It was a message from their make-up artist.

She was telling you that she wasn't feeling well and that she didn't know if she could make it to the show.

She was trapped in the hotel room with high temperature and she was afraid to infect the boys too.

But, what caused your hands to start shaking was the last line of the text.

She was asking you to help Danny and Josh with the rhinestones before the show.

At the exact moment you set the phone back on the table, Josh bursted in the room with his usual antics.

"Y/N, we need to practice with the rhinestones for tonight!" he said, with a beaming smile that exposed his perfect white teeth.

"Josh, it's eleven in the morning, the show it's at nine thirty tonight, we have plenty of time" You retorted, chuckling.

"We are already late, c'mon" he said, pushing a makeup bag into your chest, rather impatiently.

Two hours later you had a piercing headache caused by Josh's incessant rambling, but, at least, he had decided how he wanted the rhinestones on his cheeks.

You were so hungry that you couldn't even think straight anymore, so you accepted Josh's invite to have your lunch break with them.

When you met Danny, you asked him how he wanted his rhinestones and, in less than a minute, he explained everything to you.

Those two couldn't be more different, you thought, smiling to yourself.

You sat there with them for a while and you noticed how Jake and Sam kept stealing glances at you, with little smirks on their faces.

You were sitting on an outdoor sofa next to Josh, who was sitting on the grass, and Danny, who was perched on the armrest.

When Josh spoke to you, without thinking, he placed one of his hands on your knee, and you jolted a little.

You didn't expect him to do that.

Your cheeks pinkened a little and you caught Jake whispering something to Sam, and then they turned towards you and winked at the same time.

You blushed furiously and stood up, excusing yourself and muttering something about retrieving a new water bottle.

You wandered for a while backstage trying to calm down and then decided to go back.

When you arrived, you sat back in your spot and Jake and Sam acted like nothing happened.

Those two are up to something, you thought.

It was eight o'clock now and you were in the usual greenroom, checking the boys outfit for the umpteenth time.

You were carefully tracing the seams with your fingers, in case you spotted little damages in the fabric, when someone pushed the door open without knocking.

You already knew who it was, even without looking up from your task.

"Y/N, we should start with the rhinestones" he said smiling, already dressed in his stage clothes despite the show being almost two hours away.

"Are you sure you are not going to ruin them before everything starts?" You said and he assured you that he wouldn't.

You grabbed the make-up bag he was handing to you and started preparing everything you needed, while Josh sipped on his usual pre-show drink.

You grabbed a paper cup and you started placing different sized rhinestones on the back of it and then you retrieved the glue and the tweezers.

Once everything was ready, you approached him.

"Ok, Josh, now stay still and remember that I won't be as good as your make-up artist." You said and he grasped your shoulders.

"Y/N, you are going to do a perfect job, like everything you do, I just know this, so stop worrying." He said in a sweet tone, smiling brightly.

You blushed and, as you turned around to grab the glue, you bit your lip trying not to swoon.

In the morning, he had decided he wanted just two rows of silver rhinestones on his cheeks, so you tilted his face upwards a little, and started placing little droplets of glue on his skin.

You two were almost the same height, so it was rather simple.

Once you finished placing the glue on one cheek, you started applying the gems with tweezers. Your hands were a little shaky, but you managed to control yourself and you didn't drop any of them.

Josh kept so still that you almost didn't recognise him. Usually he was always fidgeting around like a curious child.

You tried not to think too much about his proximity, even though one or two times you almost lost yourself in his eyes.

You were afraid he could hear your heartbeat, since your heart was hammering in your chest, but you tried to push the thought away.

Once you were finished with his right cheek, you started with the other, gently turning his face towards you with shaky fingers.

He winked playfully to you and you genuinely laughed because he managed to break your concentration, but at the same time, helped you to ease your tension a bit.

You applied the glue to his skin and successfully placed the gems. Once you were finished, you exhaled a deep relieved breath and finally relaxed.

Then you remembered that Danny needed your help too, so nervousness slowly crept up on your mind again.

You texted him to come to the room and thirty seconds later he was there with the two of you.

Josh sat on the sofa with his phone as you helped Danny with his make-up.

If with Josh, the both of you could stand up while applying the gems, with Danny it was impossible.

You barely reached his shoulders so you asked him to sit down on the sofa.

You perched yourself on the armrest and you started working on his eyes. Since he chose black rhinestones that were very small and difficult to place, you had to move really close to his face to apply them exactly how he wanted them.

You tilted his face more against the back of the couch as you almost loomed over him, deep in concentration.

You could sense Josh's eyes burning on you, but you kept your concentration fixed on the task at hand.

Once you were finished, Danny thanked you and left you and Josh alone.

You sat down next to him with a sigh.

Then, silence filled the room.

After a moment, Josh spoke.

"I have changed my mind" he sighed and your head snapped in his direction.

"And you are telling me this now? We wasted two hour this morning to decide the design and half an hour now to apply them and now you decide that you don't like it?" you told him, shocked.

He genuinely laughed and wrapped a hand around your knee, squeezing it and keeping eye contact.

"No, love, I just want to add something, relax" he said chuckling and reassuring you.

He stood up from the couch and started rummaging inside the bag. He placed a few more rhinestones on the back of the paper cup and handed it to you.

You didn't know what he had in mind, so you almost choked when he spoke.

"What do you think… maybe we could add a line down my chest?" He said, masking his boldness with an innocent expression in his deep brown eyes, tracing a line on his smooth chest.

You laughed, but then your cheeks flushed deep red when you understood he was serious.

Your heart rate sped up exponentially.

You nodded in silence and grabbed the glue. With shaking fingers and ringing ears, you stared at the expanse of his exposed chest that his velvet gold jumpsuit left exposed.

You started placing the rhinestones from the hollow of his throat and proceeded downwards.

The more you moved closer to the zipper, the more your heart raced.

Once you were finished, you excused yourself and went outside to calm down a bit.

You just wanted to press him again he wall and…

You shook your head trying to push those thoughts away.

The cool breeze was still present and you felt immediately better, your flushed skin was slowly cooling and your heart was finally finding a moment of peace.

"Hey, love, how are you?" You jumped clutching a hand to your chest as Jake materialized in front of you from mid-darkness.

"Oh my God" you gasped.

"Sorry to disappoint you, it's just me" he chuckled.

"Very funny" you retorted rather abruptly and he raised his hands in defence.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing, just… please tell me you don't want me to place other rhinestones. They make me nauseous." You said groaning.

"Well, in reality, I was thinking I'd like some." He threatened.

"Really?" You asked, shoked by his words.

"Yeah" he said and then his tone turned sultry as he came closer to you to whisper "maybe down my…" he started and you stopped him immediately once you understood where the conversation was going and that he was messing with you.

"Jake!" You admonished him and he let out a belly laugh.

"You have a dirty mind, love, I was gonna say down my fingers" he winked.

You lowered your gaze on your watch and you almost gulped.

"You have half an hour to get ready. Please don't shred your stage outfits to pieces" you said, opening the door for him to enter, but staying outside.

"I am going to text Danny to come get ready" you said, grabbing your phone.

"Are you not coming in?" Jake asked.

"No, I'll wait outside while you all get ready" you answered matter-of-factly.

He came to the door and beckoned you to come closer to him.

"We could have fun in here, c'mon" he joked and winked.

You scoffed and shook your head, as you texted Danny.

Danny arrived running and carrying Sammy on his shoulders, the both of them laughing like crazy.

When you opened the door for them to enter, Josh grasped your wrist and tugged you inside with them.

You noticed that half of the rhinestones were missing from his face.

"Josh, what did you do? Where are the rhinestones? Please tell me you didn't change your mind twenty minutes before the show" you started rambling and he chuckled and grasped your shoulders, looking you directly in the eyes.

"No, no. I didn't change my mind." He said and bursted out laughing.

"You know me, I am an idiot, I dozed off on the couch and they got stuck to the cushion." He snickered.

You shook your head in disbelief.

"Let's reapply them, and please, this time try not to ruin them" you said while gathering the things you needed.

"Yes, Mum" he said in a condescending tone.

When you started reapplying them, you saw Jake approaching in your peripheral.

He was shirtless and had his phone out.

At that moment, Josh started acting and rambling about a "rhinestoned diary" and about the high art of applying rhinestones.

You hardly contained your laughter and you completed the task as he went on with his improvised performance.

When he didn't know what to say anymore, he flipped off the camera and Jake cut the video before starting to laugh.

Sam and Danny started laughing too, but you were interrupted by a knock on the door and the final call to the stage.

After the show, the boys were still buzzing with excitement at the little afterparty the owner of the venue had organized.

They were offered a tasting of fine Italian wines and they were more than happy to try all of them.

Once they were finished, you went back to the hotel with them and finally relaxed on the bed of your own room.

You were getting ready for bed when your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Josh:

I made a mess with the jumpsuit, I need your help, please.

What can he possibly have done this time? You thought as you grabbed your phone and your sewing bag and padded down the corridor.

You knocked on his door and heard his muffled voice from the inside, telling you to come in.

When you opened the door, you saw him sitting on his bed with his jumpsuit slightly unzipped.

From where you were, it looked fine, but you were afraid of what the 'mess' he referred to in the text implied.

You closed the door and approached him, scanning the fabric for any damage.

"What happened?" You asked, in a whisper.

He looked at you and grinned.

"Nothing," he said, chuckling lightly.

"But you said…" you started taking but he interrupted you, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

"It was just an excuse to make you come here, I knew you wouldn't if I asked you without telling you it was an emergency" he said mischievously and you scoffed.

"That's not true" you retorted.

It was his turn to scoff, then he turned around and grabbed a paper box and two spoons.

"Do you like ice cream?" He asked rather innocently as he opened the container.

"Yes, of course" you answered and he handed you a spoon.

"Try this, then" he said sweetly.

"May I ask you where you got this?" You asked curious.

"We stole it" he confessed, biting his lip.

"What?" You gasped, outraged.

"Well, Jake stole it and we planned on eating it but then he told me he had an idea for a riff and went back to his room to write it down. That's why I have two spoons." He explained to you.

"And I didn't want to waste it, so…" he said and dipped the spoon inside the ice cream.

You did the same and almost moaned at the taste.

It was heavenly. The best Tiramisu flavoured gelato you have ever had.

"This is… so good" You told him and he nodded, taking another spoonful, humming at the rich taste.

You ate it in silence, save for the occasional hum of pleasure because of the ice cream.

You were sitting cross-legged in the center of the bed with the ice cream box in between the two of you.

This position allowed you to admire him.

The bedside table lamp was on, casting a warm golden glow on the right side of his body and creating a magical contrast with the cold bluish light coming from the moon outside, lighting up his left side.

He still had rhinestones on his skin. The little gems kept catching the light every time he moved.

The row he had down his chest glimmered with every inhale and exhale, shining golden or silver depending on which side he turned.

They were hypnotizing you, making it impossible for you to take your eyes off the smooth skin of his chest, exposed further by the unzipped fabric.

The jumpsuit he was wearing was velvety and embroidered with white roses linked by green thorny branches on an ocher background. That color complimented his tanned skin and golden brown eyes, making him almost shine. The rhinestones applied to the fabric added the final touch to it.

You were very proud of the work you had done with this one. And you loved it on him. The sharp v-neck was your idea and it looked heavenly on him.

He cleared his throat and you caught yourself staring. You blushed and dropped your gaze to the black comforter of his bed.

You didn't notice how close you were sitting, but as you locked gazes again you couldn't take your eyes off his.

He leaned imperceptibly closer and opened and closed his mouth like he wanted to say something.

Your brain was completely blank, you felt like you were under a spell.

His spell.

He lifted his right hand and grazed your cheek.

You were holding your breath, unable to move.

"You have some ice cream here" he whispered, slowly stroking his thumb over your bottom lip.

You licked your lip carefully, and his gaze grew darker.

"May I kiss you?" He asked breathlessly and you almost whined.

You nodded and his lips were on yours immediately, gentle and soft.

You felt your body flush with heat.

His right hand was still on your cheek, his thumb was leaving featherlight touches on your cheekbone.

Your hands went to his shoulders, keeping him close to you.

With a sigh, you parted your lips and allowed him to deepen the kiss. His tongue timidly licked your bottom lip and then touched yours with gentle strokes.

He tasted of Tiramisu and something else, softer, that you could only describe as Josh.

You hummed at his taste, just like you did moments before, while tasting the ice cream, and you felt the need to crawl closer to him.

In doing so, you tried to place the box out of the way on his nightstand without looking at what you were doing. So you involuntarily dipped your fingers in what was left of the ice cream and gasped into his mouth.

He broke the kiss to catch his breath, then grasped your wrist and wrapped his lips around your fingers, licking the remnants of ice cream off them, maintaining a burning eye contact.

When he let go of your hand, you grasped his face between yours and smashed your mouths together in a hungry kiss.

His hands found your hips and dragged you on top of him, without breaking the kiss, making you straddle his lap with your knees on either side of his hips.

You whimpered when you felt how hard he was and, in response, he pressed your hips more into his, groaning in your mouth.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him pressed to your mouth, your lips were turning swollen but you didn't care. You couldn't get enough of his kisses, his soft lips were skilled and delicious.

His hands on your hips guided you forward against him and you bit his bottom lip as his erection pressed against your center.

He repeated the motion, guiding you to slowly grind on him. Then, as you moved against him, his hands slid on your ass, squeezing it and guiding your movements.

A whine left the depths of your throat but was swallowed by him as your tongues danced together.

He broke the kiss and you both took a shuddering breath.

Your foreheads were pressed together as you tried to catch your breath.

He was the first one to speak.

"Stay with me tonight, please" he whispered with his eyes squeezed shut.

You grazed the flushed skin of his cheeks with your thumbs, right under the rhinestones, and whispered his name.

He opened his eyes, then, and looked at you with bated breath as he waited for you to answer him.

You didn't answer him immediately. You kissed him again and slowly traced your fingers down his throat, following the row of rhinestones on his chest, only to stop right where the zipper was.

You stopped there and a whimper escaped his swollen pink lips.

You met his gaze as you whispered back a simple word, right on his lips.

"Ok" you said as your fingers found the slider and slowly started to drag it downwards, opening the jumpsuit every inch more.

His hands made their way under your tshirt and started tracing the skin of your spine, upwards.

You heard him gasp as he discovered you weren't wearing a bra.

His fingers made their way to your front, his thumbs traced your sides and stopped right on the underside of your breasts.

He was about to ask for your permission, but you stopped him, quickly grasping his wrists and dragging his hands upwards, making his thumbs graze the soft skin of your nipples.

You moaned into his mouth as he rolled the hardened peaks under his pads.

Your hips kept moving against his and you both were growing impatient. You could feel wetness pool in your panties.

You had managed to unzip the jumpsuit almost all the way, exposing his tanned chest and a good portion of his happy trail.

You stroked it with your thumb and then moved upwards, splaying your hands on his chest and stroking the flushed skin. You reached his nipples and massaged them with trembling fingers.

It was his turn to moan this time and the sound made you shiver.

You wanted to hear it again.

"May I?" He asked with the hem of your tshirt between his fingers.

"Please" you whispered.

He tugged it slowly away from your body and whimpered, pressing his forehead on your collarbone.

He left a track of kisses down your sternum, and then wrapped his wet lips around one of your nipples, slowly kneading your other breast with gentle fingers.

This time, when you moaned, you felt him twitch in his pants.

Your hands reached for his shoulders again and slowly made the jumpsuit slide down his arms.

His chest was free and exposed now, the rhinestones there were glittering madly because of his heavy breathing.

He kissed you again and slowly one of his hands made its way between your legs, gently cupping your heat over the fabric of your shorts.

You bit his lip mid-kiss and he pressed harder.

"Please" you whimpered and he chuckled.

He dipped his fingers inside and felt how wet you were through your panties.

He pushed the wet fabric aside and, as he stroked your naked skin you leant your head on his shoulder, your nails digging in the skin of his biceps, making him hiss.

You dipped your thumb in his navel and then started palming him through the fabric of the jumpsuit that was laying bunched on his hips.

You dipped your fingers inside and stroked his patch of pubic hair with your thumb.

Then, everything happened so quickly that it made you feel dizzy.

You both got rid of your clothes in record time and resumed your previous position. His cock, hard and leaking, was pressed between your trembling bodies, now.

"Are you sure about this?" He whispered, his voice was sweet and shaking with need.

You leant your forehead against his and answered him.

"Yes, please, I need you. I have been dreaming about this since that night in your room" You confessed, blushing under his piercing gaze.

"Fuck, you don't even know how many times I thought about you, how many nights I made myself cum thinking about your mouth and the sweetness of your cunt." He revealed breathlessly.

You kissed him again and he brought you closer to him with the grip of his hands on your ass.

Your chests were pressed together now, rising and falling with heavy breaths.

He was the first to speak, calling your name like it was the sweetest word in the world, his eyes boring holes into yours.

"Please, fuck me" he whispered and you immediately wrapped a hand around his cock, gifting him with gentle strokes, and admiring without shame how he looked encompassed in your shaking hand.

Your head snapped up when a pained curse escaped him.

"Fuck, I don't have condoms" he whispered, defeated, with his eyes squeezed shut, as he leant his head back against the headboard with a low thud.

You felt like you were moving in slow motion. You moved closer to his ear and grazed the little silver loop he wore in his earlobe with your teeth, tugging lightly and making him whimper.

"I am on birth control. And I am clean. Honestly, I don't even remember when was the last time I had sex." You realized what you said and you blushed, furiously.

An imperceptible sigh left his lips and he kissed the tip of your nose.

"No need to blush, love. I am going to take good care of you if you'll let me. I am clean too, last time I had sex was ages ago for me, too, so don't be embarrassed." He said as his fingers traced up and down your spine.

"You are really beautiful, did you know that?" He complimented you and your cheeks were even more aflame than before.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his soft skin. Then you licked a slow stripe from his sternum to the hollow of his throat, following the line of rhinestones, feeling the gems under your tongue.

He whined low in his chest at your action.

"I could tell you the same, Josh" you whispered into his neck, your lips grazing the protruding vein on the side of his throat.

"Are you really sure about this?" He asked sincerely.

"Please, I need you" you answered him.

With the grip he had on your hips he pushed you upwards so that he had to crane his neck to look into your eyes. He looked amazing like that.

He kissed your sternum and dragged the tip of his cock between your wet folds with barely any pressure.

It was just a featherlight touch, but it had you shudder with the promise of what was to come.

He stroked your clit a few times with it and then dipped lower.

Eyes in eyes, you pressed against him just barely and you shivered with anticipation.

"Take your time, don't rush, love" he whispered and you let yourself press down a bit more, feeling his tip slide inside of you.

You both whimpered, you because of the slight sting you felt as he started stretching your walls and him because of the feeling of your wetness and warmth around him.

His hands kept you up and he was careful not to move and hurt you.

"Shh, it's ok, relax baby, breathe for me, remember? In and out, just like that night" he whispered soothingly into your hear.

You followed his instructions and kissed his neck as you let your body slowly sink down onto him.

His breath caught in his throat as your warmth encompassed his length.

You moved so slowly that none of you made a sound, but when he bottomed out inside of you you released a deep sigh that transformed into a moan.

"Good God above" he whimpered through gritted teeth, forehead pressing into your shoulder.

Your brain couldn't find words to describe how you were feeling so you let out a whine and a sob at the feeling of him so deep inside you.

Once you were ready, you experimentally rolled your hips forward and an unexpected moan left your lips. You felt him even deeper and involuntarily clenched around him.

He groaned and his hands flew to your hips, gripping you so hard he was going to leave marks.

You repeated the action and you both moaned in unison in each other's mouths. You kissed again, his tongue felt heavenly as it massaged your own. The kiss was slow and languid, just like the rhythm you two were keeping.

"You are so tight and warm, baby" he whispered onto your lips and you traced your pointed tongue around them, feeling his moustache tickle you.

An idea occurred to you, and you knew he would love it.

You gave him a quick kiss and then leaned backwards, planting your hands flat on the comforter between his parted legs, but keeping your hips flush against his.

He furrowed his brows at you, but you saw that confused expression leave his face in a heartbeat when you moved your hips forward slowly.

His face contorted in utmost pleasure when his eyes focused on where your bodies were meeting and he could see himself slowly slide out of you, glistening with your arousal, and then disappearing again deep inside of you.

His eyes met yours briefly and you winked, making a wicked smirk appear on his lips.

You kept moving like that as you both watched your bodies meet at a constant pace.

After a while, you decided to try something.

You gently brought your right foot on his right shoulder, spreading yourself even more for him and rolled your hips into his.

"Fuck, baby, this is so filthy" He cursed loudly.

You clenched around him and he groaned, picking up his pace slightly, keeping you in place with one hand on your hip and one behind himself, on the bed.

He turned his face towards your leg on his shoulder and he slowly started sucking a mark on the inside of your calf, then released your skin with a final bite.

His whines were more frequent now as he watched with rapt attention his cock slide in and out of your soaked entrance.

You were gripping the comforter between your fingers and as he started rolling his thumb against our clit, you released a high pitched whine and let your head loll backwards in pleasure.

Suddenly, the heel of his other hand pressed on your lower tummy and you tightened in a vice-like grip around him.

A series of curses and groans left his lips and his face contorted in a shocked expression as his orgasm washed over him, completely unexpected. A string of apologies followed suit, between groans of pleasure and whispers of your name.

You were close too, just a few more strokes would have brought you to your climax, but he had another idea.

In a matter of seconds, you were pushed backwards and you found yourself lying on your back with your head slightly dangling from the bed.

In record time, his face was buried between your legs, lapping at you with ardor.

Your whimpers turned into moans when he plunged two fingers inside of you, curling them repeatedly upwards in a fervent pace.

The slurping sounds you could hear as he sucked your clit into his mouth reminded you that he was tasting his own cum leaking from your folds. The thought brought you to your orgasm, quickly.

Your hands gripped his hair strongly, keeping him flush against you and you ground your hips against his mouth, clenching around his fingers.

The sensation was so intense that not a single sound left your lips.

When you were finally able to come down from the blinding pleasure, you whined and tried to pull away from his mouth as his hot tongue kept stroking your overstimulated clit. The tickling sensation of his facial hair between your legs was making you shiver and whimper.

Finally, he emerged from between your legs, with his cheeks flushed and his mouth and chin glistening with traces of your and his arousal that were sleeking his mustache and goatee completely.

He looked so sinful and yet so sweet.

The light of the moon was casting a silver glow on him and you noticed with a chuckle that the rhinestones were still on his skin.

Well, mostly.

His eyes met yours and he winked.

"We taste even better than that ice cream together" he whispered on your lower tummy and you groaned at the image his words brought back into your brain.

You didn't expect him to say something so filthy with the sweetest look into his eyes.

As you relaxed onto the bed, you felt your eyelids turn heavy.

The last thing you remember was the sight of the moon shining bright high in the sky and the featherlight feeling of his lips on your hip bone.

You woke up to the sound of little birds chirping very close.

You opened your eyes and the first thing you noticed was the faint pale blue light typical of a clear early morning, illuminating every surface of the room.

The sun wasn't up yet.

Your head was still slightly dangling off the side of the bed and from there you could see that a faint pink hue was slowly greeting the horizon, making the cold blue light turn warm every second more.

Just like your body.

You woke up feeling a little cold. The open window behind you was ajar, making the slightly crispy morning breeze stroke your skin gently.

That sensation was contrasting with the warmth enveloping your lower half.

You slowly raised your head from the mattress to investigate the reason and your body flushed all over with warmth, mirroring the warm pink tint of the sky that was slowly, but steadily, drowning out the cold blue light.

His body was still tangled with yours and draped over your lower half. His head was resting on your tummy, right under your navel and his mouth was so close to your mound that his warm breath was practically fanning over you with every breath he took, right between your legs, warming you all over.

You bit your lower lip as a wild smile twisted your features. Images of what had happened between the two of you that night were flashing behind your eyelids as you gently stroked his hair, combing his soft curls between your fingers.

After a while, he stirred.

The grip he had on your hips tightened as his eyes focused on his surroundings.

You inhaled sharply when he placed a little kiss on your tummy and then raised his head and eyes to greet you.

"Morning, beautiful" he whispered, his morning voice had you almost whimpering. The look in his eyes was so soft and his skin looked amazing in the pink light that was turning brighter every second more.

"Hi" you whispered, still stroking his hair and he purred like a cat at the feeling.

He started placing tender kisses all over your tummy, slowly inching upwards.

He continued his path on your sternum, on the hollow of your throat, finally landing on your lips. He left a little peck there and then followed the same path backwards, without breaking eye contact.

His hot breath made your skin prickle with goosebumps the more he descended.

He stopped between your legs and his eyes met yours.

You saw him lower himself between your legs and you felt his warm breath fanning over your core as he placed a little innocent kiss there.

Then, a whimper left your lips as the flat of his tongue delivered a painfully slow stroke, parting your lower lips and gently caressing your clit.

He hummed at your taste and crawled upwards to speak into your ear.

"Will you let me make you cum one more time, baby?" He whispered into your ear, making you bite your lower lip.

His forehead pressed against yours as he waited for your answer.

"Please, Josh" you whimpered back and you saw his eyes roll back upon hearing your plea.

"I want to make you cum on my cock this time, is this ok?" He asked once he had regained his composure.

You groaned at his words.

"Please, yes. I need you" you almost whined into his ear and he smiled sweetly.

His hands grasped your hips as helped you reposition yourself with your head on the pillow.

He kissed you and lowered his body onto yours. The warmth of his skin made your skin cover in goosebumps.

You made room for him, opening your legs and welcoming him between them and you gasped at the feeling of the tip of his already hard cock grazing your soaked folds.

Your hands were shaking as you placed them onto his back, losing yourself in his warmth and softness.

"Ready?" He asked and when you whispered a breathy 'yes' into his ear, he pressed gently inside of you.

A sob of pleasure left your lips as he bottomed out inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his hips instantly, sending him even deeper and keeping him flush against you.

The stretch his girth was providing was nothing short of delicious and it made your mouth water and your head feel dizzy.

Your fingers stared tracing up and down his spine and he started moving, gaining a shudder from you.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as he pushed out of you and it turned into a gasp when he pushed back inside, torturously slow.

He repeated the action, again and again, building a consistent rhythm.

He kept his thrusts slow and deep, but they were everything you had ever needed.

Your nails pressed in the soft skin of his back as the pleasure was building harshly inside of you.

He nudged your g-spot constantly, bringing you close quickly.

Too quickly.

You wanted him to fuck you just like that forever.

Your walls clenched around him and a low whimper left his lips.

"Please, Josh, don't stop" you whined into the skin of his neck.

"I wouldn't dream of it" he groaned, his lips met your ear and you clenched around him making him let out a low drawn-out whimper.

You were close and by the sound of his groans, that raised in volume the more you clenched around him, he was too.

He kissed you again, deeply. His tongue languidly stroked yours, stealing your breath away.

He grazed your bottom lip with his thumb and slowly pressed it inside your mouth.

You sucked it eagerly and saw his eyes roll back.

He was quick to bring it between your legs and met your clit, stroking it at a quick pace.

"Josh" you groaned, clawing at his back and tightening your legs even more around him.

He groaned and pressed his forehead against yours nodding.

"Me too, baby" he let out in a pained tone.

The sky outside was now painted in fiery reds, rich yellows and delicate shades of orange and pink that reflected on his skin, his wild hair and his irises, making him look like an enchanted creature.

It reminded you of the sun, which was mere seconds away from rising.

When the first crimson ray of sunshine glimmered inside the room and into his eyes, you both came, clinging onto each other for dear life.

Warmth spread into your body as his hot release painted your walls, making you feel like you were touching the stars with bare fingers.

Breathy moans and whimpers filled the room, replaced by ragged breaths when you both tried to calm down from an explosive orgasm.

He slumped on top of you and you wrapped yourself around him. You didn't want to let him go.

After a while he lifted his head and pressed his forehead against yours. You lost yourselves in each other eyes for a moment and then bursted out laughing.

"That was incredible" he said, nuzzling your nose with his and you nodded blushing.

He slowly pulled out of you and laid on the bed beside you, admiring the marvelous colors of the sky reflecting on the ceiling.

After a while, you felt his fingers graze your hand.

He grabbed it and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle peck on the back of it.

You blushed at the simple gesture and he chuckled, turning towards you.

"We just had the most mindblowing sex ever and you blush for a simple kiss on the back of your hand?" He whispered with a heart stopping smile on his face.

You swatted his chest, but started laughing nonetheless at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"We should take a shower, before we leave for Vienne" you whispered into his skin and he groaned, not wanting to move.

"Just five more minutes" he said mirroring your position and hiding his face into your neck.

"We should get a move, your brothers will have your head if you are late again." You whispered and stood up.

"I will, on one condition" he bargained.

You looked at him with a suspicious look.

"If you shower with me, I'll stop complaining" he said, with a smirk.

"Ok, let's go" you told him rolling your eyes at him.

He relented with a huff and followed you to the bathroom.

You were the first one to emerge from the shower.

You padded into the room with only a towel around your body, admiring the way the warm morning light cascaded over things, casting intricate shadows.

You were about to let the towel fall on the floor and raid Josh's suitcase for something to wear when someone cleared their throat behind you.

You let out a loud screech and turned around so quickly your head was spinning.

Jake was sitting in the corner of the room on the armchair near one of the windows, looking at you with a playful smirk on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here, Jake?" You almost screamed.

"Looks like I am gaining some money" He chuckled as you looked at him with a confused expression on your face.

"How did you get in here?!" You asked looking at the door which was still locked.

"From the balcony, I'm in the room right next to this one" he said nonchalantly

You paled.

"You are telling me you leaped over the balcony? Are you crazy?" You asked him, shocked.

"It was fun" he said and winked.

"We are on the fourth floor, Jake!" You admonished him.

He just shrugged, the smirk never leaving his face. His eyes fixed on a spot on your thigh and his smirk turned smug.

"You have something there" he said, pointing at your leg.

You lowered your gaze and blushed when you noticed that halfway on the inside of your thigh there were two little rhinestones.

At that moment, Josh entered the room and greeted his brother like it was perfectly normal seeing him there with the door still locked.

He came closer to you and gave you a beaming smile.

"You could have told me I had rhinestones on my thighs" you whispered trying to avoid Jake eavesdropping.

"Why? They looked good there, with my cum dripping out of you and streaking your skin." He whispered nipping at your jaw.

You blushed wildly at his words and heard Jake chuckle.

"How are you, brother?" Josh asked Jake casually, like it was usual for him to show up in someone else's room completely unannounced.

"Really fine, actually. Sam owes me 50$" he said grinning and winked towards you.

"For what?" Josh asked, completely oblivious.

"For this" Jake answered motioning towards the two of you with his outstretched hand.

"What?!" You shouted.

"Don't get me wrong. We all knew this was going to happen sooner or later." He said motioning again to the two of you.

"Sam though that after you would have gone back to your room. But I bet on you staying the night." he said with a smug smirk.

You were turning every shade of crimson that existed and you scoffed outraged.

After a second, Josh started laughing like mad and the mere fact brought a smile to your lips.

You grabbed the black tshirt and grey boxers Josh handed you and you went to the bathroom to change.

When you came back Josh was nowhere to be seen.

"He's on the balcony" Jake said from his usual spot on the armchair in the corner of the room.

He stood and approached you with a smirk.

He was so close you could smell his body wash.

"Are you sure you chose the right twin, love?" He whispered into your ear.

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van smut #gvf fic #fanfic #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka smut #josh gvf #josh kiszka

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thedivineart · 1 year

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mini messages from your inner self <3

ꕀ ׅ࣪ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ links : navigation. send love.

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masterlist. @tarotwithart.

꒰ one ꒱

• ELM + GORSE + VINE

- you feel tired and exhausted these pase few weeks, you could also lacking some sleep because you are too busy. your inner self wanted to tell you that taking a break and rest is important, it can also nurtures your body and keeps you healthy and alive most of the time. It's okay if it stay committed in your commitments but taking some rest is great, be limited not unlimited for yourself. Seeing the world as negative perspective doesn't serve you, changing it will be, you may possibly view life as something that really unfair but you hold the power to change how you view the world and be with so much fairness. Finding solutions to your problems is great way to find peace in your life, problems will not take away unless you did something from it. Don't lose hope in life there's a lot of things you can do perhaps in can also serve other not only you, be positive most of the time

꒰ two ꒱

• IMPATIENS + CLEMATIS + WHITE CHESTNUT

- losing hope about your situation and life? this message is meant for you. you were wishing that time should be move more little bit faster so you are be able to see your unfold future but time is time and all you can do is letting it move by its own pace, enjoy the moment you have right know whether this might be bad or good for you— still be greatful that you be able to experience those kind of things which brings impact and lesson for you— take your time, no need to hurry at all. you often imagining what is your future and your vision about it and does this things are for real, your inner self wants to tell you that your plans and visionary about it can combine in one— it might be exhausting but surely will be worth and truly deserve it. Take away all the thoughts that what if I can't, yes you can your just lacking in couragement and sometimes dedication as well, dispel all negative thoughts you have at the present.

꒰ three ꒱

• ROCK WATER + HORNBEAM + AGRIMONY

- enjoy the beauty of life and be grateful for what you have in your situation. abandon what is not real, simply because it is not real and just illusion of you. cherish all the moment, be grateful for every situation, it happened and destined to be part of your life and circumstances. do you want to change what is your habits? yes you have the rights to change it now, don't not fear the first step, it may be rough but that how it is also can help you to be stronger and be better in next pace. your inner self desires for harmony and peace in life whether in inner or outer self of you, you can keep you mask away but do not throw it ( you may need it in necessary times ) watch and observe what do people real intentions about you, be careful in whom you putting trust too, not all are deserving to know the real you.

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hiya! i work in/manage a greenhouse too (maybe half the size of yours i think?) i was wondering if you had any favorite basket or planter combos you made up this year!

i did a few combos i really loved- antique double salmon geranium with a fern and baby tears pilea

peachy keen verbena, double orange superbells, salmon sunpatiens, vista bubblegum petunia, and silver falls dichondra

really im just a sucker for everything in the peach/salmon/coral/pinks

Yeah!! It's hard to remember to take pictures but this year my favorites have been pinks-blue-yellow but also purples with silver.

In total I designed uhhhhh ~350 cone hanging baskets, ~450 planters of varying sizes, 140 big coco fiber baskets, and 50 big moss baskets. Most of those had 10 of each design. So??? Almost 1000 different designs.

So it is tough to choose a favorite lol or remember which was which.

I really like Salvia Icon Blue as a central thriller, then Petunia Miss Marvelous and Dekko Lavender Eye and Lobularia Stream Lavender as fillers, plus Dichondra.

Also I used Big Eeze Geraniums with Dekko petunias again for the big combos and that worked very nicely! Dekkos are a little smaller so resemble Callies but are more vigorous and less aphid-prone. A combo of those with trailing coleus fills in a huge basket well. Also Diamond frost as a filler. Lysimachia sunburst as a trailer.

Bridal Veil and swedish ivy as shade trailers! Spider plants as well! We have stock plants of all three and they grow super wonderfully. For smaller planters, wire vine, though I didn't use much this year.

And my classic and best selling mix is just. Dragonwing begonia, mixed seed impatiens, and ipomea or trailing coleus. I've found that most customers prioritize lots of colors and flowers over anything else in terms of planter design so impatiens mixes are a big seller even though they're pretty basic

Also, I went heavy on the double impatiens this year. I hate them so much they are so messy and dramatic once it gets hot in the greenhouse but they grow fast and fill in so nicely.

If I could get begonias to grow quickly enough, I'd use them, because I feel like they're the real mvp of summer baskets for longevity but unfortunately, I'm growing for looking good pre-Mother's Day. Anything but dragonwings just can't compete in a mixed basket in early spring.

Anyway lol

#greenhouse content

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 7 months

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Songs that I think the Goldenhearts listen to while thinking ab each other + relevant lyrics! (nobody asked for this it is self indulgent ❤️💛🖤)

Ambrosius Goldenloin (Movie): I Listened (Apes of the State)

"I'm trying hard to mention some important things that I feel will really demonstrate just how well that I listened. Like how you said, with tears in your eyes, that you wish that being grateful was enough to keep you from feeling sad all the time and that your favorite flowers are impatiens, and that when you love somebody you wait patiently for them"

"and how you make poor decisions with the people that you choose to date and you'll probably think I'm crazy for this and I'd tell you that I don't give a shit, but that would be a lie because I care what you think about me and I just really, desperately want to be your next poor decision. Your next poor decision."

Ballister Boldheart: Pretty Little Things (The Crane Wives)

"I once loved a man who was all lips and hands, cracked lips and hands, calloused hands, I still feel his touch against my skin, past loves linger like phantom limbs"

Ambrosius Goldenloin (Graphic Novel): Frances Forever (Mitski)

"I don't know what to do without you, I don't know where to put my hands, I've been trying to lay my head down, but I'm writing this at 3 AM. I don't need the world to see that I've been the best I can be, but I don't think I could stand to be where you don't see me.

On sunny days I go out walking. I end up on a tree lined street, I look up at the gaps of sunlight, I miss you more than anything"

Ballister Blackheart: Anything by Olivia Rodrigo, especially Vampire (tell me that bitch wouldn't)

"I used to think I was smart, but you made me look so naive, the way you sold me for parts as you sunk your teeth into me, oh bloodsucker, famefucker, bleeding me dry, like a goddamn vampire"

"You said it was true love, but wouldn't that be hard? You can't love anyone 'cause that would mean you had a heart. I tried to help you out, now I know that I can't, 'cause how you think's the kind of thing I'll never understand"

Anyway please tell me if you have any Goldenheart songs, I love them (and I recommend checking these ones out!!!)

#nimona #goldenheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #nimona graphic novel

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bleaksqueak · 7 months

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My impatiens has grown this fun little offshoot rando branch that's coming to see me. I love you too, little buddy. Some of my vines already died back for the season so I've been braiding them into my string lights.

#photos #pu pics #also please enjoy the hibiscus tree that sprouted in with my plants #I keep meaning to dig it up and move it to plant outside #cloning my polka dot plant 3x over #anyway that's the Plant Pet Update #I should get a good pic of my oxalis sometime #esp before it goes to sleep for the winter #it's growing healthy and strong #may as well name it minmo #also to the amazing artist who made my desktops background I love it so much pls forgive me for desaturating it but I love it so much

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im-gonna-squeet · 3 months

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The turtle and the rabbit

Donnie gets a pet to help with his anxiety

Maria is inspired/ created by @butterflyscribbles

Donnie has anxiety. This is known. This has been known for a while. And recently, Mikey suggested that he get a pet to help calm him, and as the littlest brother – and the family mental health expert – what Mikey says goes.

So here they were, at the animal shelter wearing baggy jeans and oversized hoodies with the hoods secured over their heads even though they were indoors.

Despite the fact that Donnie did not want a dog, and infact was not all that fond of them, they still went to see them first – if only to satiate Mikeys need to see cute puppies.

As expected, there were none that particularly struck his fancy.

As for cats, whilst Donnie loved cats and found them pleasant to be around, he had far too many dangerous things lying around both his lab and bedroom. So a naturally curious cat would probably only heighten the poor turtle's anxiety.

They skipped out the reptiles entirely as it would feel a little weird to keep something that looked like them as a pet. Especially since they were once regular turtles.

And then they got to the small animals section.

Immediately, Donnie made eye contact with a beautiful white and coffee-brown rabbit.

Her ears stood straight up, with the left one being fully brown and the right having some white patches, like a particularly striking bicolour impatiens petal. Her snout was partially covered in a small triangle of brown with speckles surrounding it. And the markings around her eyes made it look like she was wearing eyeliner.

She was beautiful.

Mikey noticed that Donnie had stopped walking and turned to see what he was looking at. As his eyes landed on the small rabbit his eyes grew wide as he pressee his hands to hos cheeks, "Awwwe! Donnie it's so cute!!" he exclaimed, probably a little to loudly as it seemingly startled the poor thing who darted away to hode in a nearby tunnel.

Mikey took a step back as he realised his mistake, whispering an apology to the rabbit.

Donnie, however, slowly stepped forward, crouching next to rhe hatch and holding his hand out to the caging as he spoke softly, "Hey, it's ok, you're safe." And begun to make soft clicking noises.

Slowly but surely, the rabbit made its way from the safety of the tunnel and cautiously sniffed Dee's hand. After a moment that felt like forever, the rabbit softly licked his finger through the gap in the caging. "releived sigh." they stated, turning to Mikey, and without having to exchange words, they both knew that this is the pet donnie was gerting today.

As Mikey went to get an attendant to speak about adopting the rabbit, Donnie opted to stay behind and build up trust. Or something. "Uhm, hi." He started, unsure as to why he was being so awkward even though it is a rabbit. They sat in semi-awkward silence for a moment more. "I'm Donnie by the way, I forgot to introduce myself earlier, my sincerest apologies."

She blinked her large void-like eyes at him... in acknowledgement? He took it as a sign to continue anyway, "If I am so lucky as to take you home, you will help to soothe my anxiety down to managable levels, does that sound agreeable to you?"

She licked his finger.

"Good."

At rhat moment, Mikey skipped back into the room, attendant in tow. "Donnie, this is Ava, Ava this is Donnie! And right next to him is the bunny we want!" He said, keeping his voice lower than usual as to not disturb the skittish rabbit.

"Oh. huh. Thats odd. She nornally isn't this friendly, most people dont even see her cuz she hides from them."

"What a coincidence, I am the exact same." Donnie joked.

Only Mikey laughed, though Ava did do an awkward almost giggle afterwards, so he counted that as a win.

"Um. Anyways, if you fill out a couple of forms for us, you should be good to go! Right this way!" Donnie gave a small wave to the rabbit as they left the room.

As promised, once rhe paperwork was filed, they were free to take her home. "Dee! Wait! Dont we need like rabbit things for her?!"

"That, my dear Angelo, has already been taken care of. I text april a while ago and she just replied." He held up his phone to show Mikey a selfie of April holding multiple large bags of (mostly purple, she knows her brother well) rabbit things, she had clearly tranferred one of the bags to her mouth as she held a thumbs up to the camera, grinning widely around the handle. They both snorted at this, rolling their eyes fondly at her antics.

It took less time than expected to get her into the carrier. Still quite a while, of course, as much as Donnie's presence seemingly calmed the rabbit, she was still extremely skittish and took some time to trust that it was safe. But after some gentle coaxing from all three (and some treat bribes) they managed to get her into the carrier safely.

Since they drove to the shelter in the tank, they had to drive back, so Donnie was drivinh as Mikey sat in the passenger seat cradling the bunny's carrier in his lap.

"Ooh! What about Lily, or Lita, or August, or Rose, or Venus, or–" Mikey was listing off as many names as he possibly could, with how excited he was, you'd think that she was his rabbit.

"Michael. Michael stop. I have already named her. Her name is Maria, after Maria Salomea Skłodowska-Curie, a woman I idolize greatly."

Mikey cocked his head. "I thought her name was just Marie Curie?" He enquired.

"Ah! Well, that is what people typically call her, but her Polish heritage was incredibly important to her (infact she named an entire element about it!), so in order to properly honour her I shall call her Maria."

Mikey blinked, taking a second to properly digest the infotmation. "Oh. Okay! Such a pretty name, don't'cha think?" he cooed at the rabbit in his lap.

"Oh! Michael, do you think you could text the groupchat and warn everyone to be careful around her please-and-thankyou."

"You got it, Dee!"

As they pulled up into the garage, Leo and Raph were waiting for them.

When Donnie got out of the tank, he quickly went around to the passenger side to let Mikey out and retreive Maria.

"Greetings Brethren. This is Maria, Maria this is Leo and Raph." He stated, pointing to each of them as he did so.

Raph crouched down to get a closer look at her. "awwwe hello Maria" he greeted, careful as to not startle her. Maria, however, was pressed as far back into the carrier as she could, ears back, wide eyes daering around the room as she practically panted. This made Raph frown and take a step back.

"I shall take her into my room and keep her there for a few days as he gets used to the new environment. I beleive it would be best to leave introductions for later." Donnie stated, beginning to walk past the others.

On the short walk to his room – or rather their room, he supposes – Maria seemed to calm down a lot. Though she stayed at the back of the carrier, Donnie could hear hee breath slow down.

Opening the doors to the room, Donnie was surprised to find April sat on the ground next to a mostly finished play pen. He raised an eyebrow as she looked up.

"Heya Dee! Figured I'd set up her pen before you came back so she didn't have to stay in the carrier for too long." She spoke softly, looking back down to continue her work.

"Oh, um, thank-thank you that's– I really appreciate it." He felt his cheeks get hotter as he rocked slightly. Damn his self sufficiency.

He decided to gently set the carrier down in the centre of the pen. "Decided on a name yet?"

"Yes! Maria."

"After the scientist, right?"

He hummed in approval.

"Right. Well the pen is done! Do you want me to leave you so she can settle?"

He looked at the rabbit, eyeing April warily at the back of her cage. "Affirmative. I doubt she'd be able to relax with anyone else here."

She nodded, accepting the hand Donnie had offered to help her up. "See ya later, Donnie, love you!" she squeezed his hand as she started walking.

"Yeah love you too. Bye" He replied, kneeling down to open Maria's carrier. After the doors shut behind April, he slowly stood back up and grabbed one of his comics, sitting on his bed to read it until Maria got comfortable enough to leave the carrier.

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#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #fic #rottmnt mikey #i was gonna writw more but i have exams starting tomorrow so i wont have time :(

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wuxiaphoenix · 4 months

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Behold, the Pepper!

Many things in the world are either much older or much younger than most people imagine. The idea of a 360-degree circle? Dates back to the Babylonians, about 2400 BC. The humble market strawberry? Still less than three centuries old, a result of crossbreeding between a European berry and a species from the Pacific Coast. Sweet bell peppers? Still haven’t hit their first century. Records conflict, but they date back to the 1930s at the earliest, and didn’t make it to American markets until the 1960s.

I’m trying to picture many of my favorite meals (jambalaya, spaghetti, pizza) without bell peppers. Ouch.

And a justified ouch, because peppers are amazing.

In most temperate climates they’re grown as annuals. This works, but they’re actually frost-tender short-lived perennials. If you can keep a plant from freezing during the winter, odds are it’ll bud out in spring again and give you a second crop. Though, noted, this is more reliable with hotter peppers. I’ve gotten an habanero through the better part of three years, bearing more fruits than I could use. Bell peppers, a bit less than two.

They’re not fussy about pollinators, either. You can do it with your fingers. You can let the bees handle it. Or, if you’ve got them on an enclosed porch because you’re trying to keep them from freezing, the ants will do it for you. If by some chance you don’t currently have ants, put in a pot of impatiens! Ants love the nectar in their spurs, and will appear out of thin air. Of course odds are they’ll also bring aphids to all your other plants, so consider what you can live with.

(Okay, I may still be cranky about the aphids.)

But peppers themselves are wonderful, adding taste, texture, and nutrition to dishes. I love the fruity element habanero adds to a tomato dish; you just have to add it in very tiny amounts....

One of these days I want to make habanero powder. I bet the mac ‘n cheese would be awesome.

It’d probably also make killer foot powder. Capsaicin is not just tasty heat, it’s medicinal. Antifungal, antibiotic, and a good pepper-up of the immune system in general. It doesn’t actually set your mucus membranes on fire, BTW. What it does is set off a reaction so your nerves think normal body temperature has suddenly become being slow-roasted by a flamethrower. Kind of the opposite of mint tricking your body into feeling cool. You can either wait for the capsaicin to degrade or apply quantities of lipids to pry it off your poor nerves. This is why milk and buttered bread work, while water is not an optimal solution. (So to speak.)

Still, if you’re going to use peppers in a fantastic world, check your time period. They’re native to the Americas, meaning if you’re doing a historical fantasy they won’t be anywhere else until the early 1500s. Though they started moving fast after that! Korea definitely had them after 1592, by way of Japan, who likely got them from China, who got them from the Spanish and Portuguese... you get the picture.

And now you know why MDZS fans who love history crack up at Wei Wuxian’s favorite foods including hot chilis. Yes, it’s a fantasy China, but that’s no more historical than the potatoes... oh dear....

#wei wuxian #creative writing #worldbuilding

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rookthorne · 2 years

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

There were never any words adequate enough to describe the feeling of being behind the wheel and tearing down the street, becoming one with a machine - it was addicting.

Tonight, you would get a taste.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❯❯❯ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ❯❯❯ 2.2k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❯❯❯ Fluff, implied smut

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ❯❯❯ Street Racer!Bucky has me in a chokehold, and I am not sorry. ❯❯❯ A huge thank you to @dilemmaontwolegs for making me tick over on how much I love streetracer!Bucky. Make sure to check out Run These Streets!

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ❯❯❯ Remember the Name by Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The crackling of exhausts echoed through the night, bouncing off buildings and mixing with the medley of the pounding bass from the street speakers. It was crowded, almost too crowded. Women and men walked up and down the street as they appreciated the cars - but the ones worth stopping to admire were few and far between.

The real spectacle was waiting at the end of the street. The hairpin corner was taken over by the 107th crew, their cars parked and on display - this was their turf, and everyone knew it.

“Fuck off, Barnes!”

“Make me, sweetheart.”

Sam opened his mouth to bite back, but you beat him to the punch.

“Leave him alone, babe,” you joked, watching as Sam directed his glare to you - you just poked your tongue out to piss him off even more. Sam rolled his eyes and pushed the woman away, her squeak of indignation going ignored as she stalked away.

You met Bucky’s gaze as he turned to face you, the shit-eating grin on his face only making you laugh. He sauntered his way over with a skip in his step and sat next to you on the hood of his dark and muted Skyline, the slope of the hood making you almost taller than him.

“You know,” he started coyly, throwing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you against his side. The sleek black and gold plates of his metal prosthesis reflected the streetlights as he flexed his fingers against your shoulder. “I think he might like me.”

You snorted. Smug bastard. “Gee, I wouldn’t have noticed!”

Bucky laughed. Your shoulders shook along with his, and you couldn’t help but move closer. The comfort of his embrace soothed your pre-race nerves - no matter how many times you attended these meets and cheered from the curb, they never did get any easier.

His crew was renowned in the streets for leaving his opponents in the dust and shredded rubber. The only view the competition would ever have is that of crew’s tail lights as they pulled away with skill that would make a professional racer envious.

But this was street racing. Playing dirty was second nature.

The tempo of the music changed, and you watched as people began to converge to the sides of the road. Cars were beginning to form a track through the night streets.

It was time.

“You ready?” Your voice was a low whisper against Bucky’s neck, and his grip on your shoulder and thigh tightened in response.

“Always, doll.”

“Be safe, please.”

“Only for you.” Bucky grinned as he jumped up from his perch on the hood, his gait oozing confidence.

Engines revved, creating a chorus of deafening salutes for Bucky as he slipped into the driver's seat. The Skyline purred to life as you leaned into the door and poked your head into the cabin.

“Need my good luck charm, baby girl, c’mere,” Bucky whispered, his gaze focused on your lips.

The breath left your lungs as his lips connected with yours and all of a sudden the world silenced around you. There were no revving engines or catcalls, no bone-shaking bass. There was blissful silence where only you and he existed.

All too soon, he pulled away with a smirk. “Hold that thought.”

Bucky adjusted in his seat and shifted gears, listening to the whistle of the revs as he inched forward.

“Rogers! Move your ass!” Bucky ordered impatiently, frustrated with his teammate’s lack of incentive.

“Yeah, yeah!” Steve ran to his car after kissing his girl, the sleek frame of his Challenger reflecting the neon lights when he revved the engine to life. The two of them drove slowly through the dispersing crowd to the start line.

The two foolish competitors followed suit, lining their cars between Bucky and Steve’s - the Supra and BMW seemed so small in comparison, inadequate and weak. Taking advantage of the pause before the official stalked out from the shadows, you darted between the Skyline and Supra and placed one final kiss on Bucky’s lips.

Races always made you nervous. Street racing was a dirty game, where anyone with the guts would pull off moves that were considered murderous to take first place. But you knew the high of it was addicting for Bucky. The exhilaration of being at the head of the pack was unable to be replicated in any other way.

You couldn’t help but feel terrified that this could be the last time you kissed him, or feel his passionate gaze that held so much love and adoration.

“See you on the other side, doll.”

You tried to smile at Bucky, but the hair on the back of your neck stood up when you felt eyes burning into your back. Turning, you found the young kid in the Supra beside Bucky watching with unrestrained jealousy. It was clear the lack of feminine motivation, especially coming from a goddess - Bucky’s words - like yourself was getting under his skin. You caught Bucky smirking at him, a brow quirked in unhindered arrogance as if he knew just how to rile the kid to the point of anger.

Smiling widely, you cupped his jaw in your hand. He leaned into your touch and kissed your palm before setting his sights back on the road, and you ran to take your place next to Natasha on the curb. The energy in the air was palpable and you couldn’t help how your hands trembled as they grabbed Natasha’s, the two of you watching on in anticipation. But while Natasha was overflowing with excitement, a heavy sense of dread had settled itself deep into your chest.

The fear of the unknown was passing its threshold, threatening to beat its way out and manifest in you screaming for Bucky to back off the line so you both could go home. But you knew this was his life, and you knew deep down that you wished to have the same courage to dance with death night in and night out.

The official appeared from the alleyway and paced back and forth in front of the cars, watching as the flag girls helped the racers line up before the starting line. It was like watching a vulture, circling in anticipation for the remains of who would fall. You held your breath when he opened his mouth wide.

Here we go.

“Are we ready?” the official yelled, his voice booming over the booming cheers of the crowd. He swung his arms out wide, his smile almost a sneer as he stared into the windshields of the cars before him.

It was mesmerising watching the focus in Bucky’s eyes as he revved the engine in lieu of an answer. He gripped the steering wheel with his right hand, the taut skin going white under the pressure. Pure animosity rolled off him in waves, like a wolf waiting for the perfect opportunity to seize his prey.

“Three!”

Steve looked over to you and grinned, sticking out his tongue teasingly. His energy was the total opposite of his partner. You grinned back.

“Two!”

The opposing pack revved their cars louder, fire spitting from their exhausts.

“One!”

You glanced back to Bucky, finding him staring at you with such intensity that your knees almost buckled. He winked and turned to look forward.

“Go!”

The deafening roar of the engines and the cheering of the crowd made your ears ring, your worries drowned out by the overwhelming adrenaline rush.

The pack fishtailed from the starting line, tearing away with such torque you were surprised the road was still in one piece in their wake. Bucky and Steve were quick to take the lead, and you watched with bated breath as they came upon the first corner.

Bucky’s Skyline kicked out, the back end gliding across the tarmac like he was flying. Steve followed suit and they disappeared around the turn, the roar of their engines carrying through the harrowing echo in your chest.

This was the hardest part, not being able to watch him do what he prided himself on. You never had the guts to ride along during any of his races for this very reason - the thrill and terror were almost too much for you to bear.

“They’ve got this,” Natasha whispered soothingly as she held you close. “You know Steve wouldn’t let anything happen to him.”

“I know.”

The booming echo of music filled the void of revving engines, chorusing with the whoops and cheers of laughter of the other spectators whilst they all waited for the pack to reappear.

It was a long few minutes until you heard the squeal of tires first, the scrabble of rubber against the tarmac and the fight for traction. Your head whipped in the direction of the sound, trying desperately to listen over your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You heard the crackling of the exhaust as it spewed fire. Then the downshift, a familiar engine roaring against the redline like a broken record amongst the chaos.

They’re back.

The sleek frame of the Skyline appeared around the corner, the streetlights bouncing off the gunmetal and gold chrome wrap like beacons.

Bucky was in the lead.

Both of you watched as the rest of the pack came into view behind him and into the home stretch. Steve was beside Bucky, the throaty rumble of his engine almost overpowering his partner. The opposition jostled behind, their haste to place anywhere but last causing them to swerve from left to right.

With one overzealous turn of the wheel, the BMW almost caught the rear panel of the Skyline. A scream of fear lodged itself in your chest. You watched in slow motion as the tail dipped with the force of Bucky’s downshift - the Skyline lurched forward with a roar and created an inch of distance between them just in time. The BMW’s tires squealed as the driver scrambled to gain control against the wet asphalt. You took a deep breath; that was too close of a call.

Bucky crossed the finish line first, and Steve followed close behind. Against your better judgement, you ran into the road after the opposition had passed you by - their bitterness and anger billowing like fumes from an exhaust. The kid who was driving the Supra punched his steering wheel as he glowered in Bucky’s direction.

Bucky circled back and skidded to a stop,the tire smoke billowing forwards as he hurried from the driver's seat. He met you halfway and lifted you off the ground in a bone-crushing hug.

“Told you I’d see you on the other side, doll,” he whispered against your ear.

Whether it was the adrenaline from watching him race or your own secret desire, you pulled away from his hold and ran to the passenger door of his Skyline.

“Hold up! Baby, what are you doing?”

He sounded as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and truth be told, neither could you.

“Take me for a spin, Buck.”

You manoeuvred into the bucket seat, slamming the door shut and strapping yourself into the harness.

You’ve sealed your fate now.

Bucky slid into the driver’s seat beside you with a disbelieving smile on his face. It was as though you had given him a Christmas present early.

“Are you sure?” The wavering tone of excitement in his voice only fueled your desire to do this. Hearing him so excited made you feel like you were floating, the passion in his voice making your heart flip.

“Fuck yeah, I am.”

The grin that broke out on his face was contagious as you trembled in the seat. Your heart hammered against its confines, fighting to leap out of your throat.

You could see why Bucky had been racing for so long. The anticipation was indescribable. It was the unknown - the pure thrill of not knowing what is going to happen next. Even in the passenger seat you could feel the rush when the engine purred to life.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, sweetheart.” He strapped himself in with a grin of childish glee and rested his hand on your thigh, squeezing tight whilst tapping the accelerator. The car shook as the revs climbed, your heartbeat matching in pace when Bucky reached for the shifter. The mischievous gleam in his eyes made you breathless with excitement. With a final glance towards you, he spoke.

“Hold on.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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taintedcigs · 6 months

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1989 tv review, vault track rankings, my ratings and overall thoughts:

Welcome to New York — okay i honestly can’t believe I hold myself off and started w this. always thought this was a great opener and HONESTLY sounds really close w the og. I LOVE the production, not my fav song on the album though lol, 8/10

Blank Space — THIS SOUNDS SO CRISP OH MY GOD. there's something different from the og BUT I LOVE IT. 9/10

Style — THIS ALSO SOUNDS SO CRISP TOO. god i love the maturity in her voice SO GODDAMN MUCH. always will be one of my favs on this album. YOU GOT THAT!! JAMES DEAN!! DAYDREAM!! LOOK IN YOUR EYE!! just perfect. 9/10

Out of the Woods — the intro is a bit disappointing but this is one of my fav songs on this album SO I WILL LET IT SLIDE!! "OH I REMEMBER" is scratched into my brain FOREVER. 9/10

All You Had To Do Was Stay — THIS ONE SURPRISED ME SO BAD. I KNOW THIS SONG IS UNDERRATED BUT MY GOD THIS ONE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN OG 10/10.

Shake it Off — serotonin. just makes me so goddamnn happy, THE UPDATED LAUGH IS SOO CUTE I LUV HER. so much better than og, like i swear im a shake it off fan despite not caring that much before LMAO.

I Wish You Would — OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I WILL SAY ABOUT JACK ANTONOFF AND THE PRODUCTION AT THE END (sorry). THIS IS SO GOOD. STOLEN VERSION DOES NOT EXIST, THATS HOW GOOD IT IS. 9.5/10

Bad Blood — the intro to this SONG is so different. KINDA Neutral about it but the whole song sounds very different !!1 8/10

Wildest Dreams — honestly i skipped bc ive been listening to this one for months anyway IM SORRY. but still 10/10 ofc !!!

How You Get The Girl — ALWAYS ONE OF M Y FAV SONGS. POP PERFECTION. just so FUCKING GOOD AND TV IS PERFECT. GOD TAYLOORRR ILY FOR THIS ONE. (also im thinking a steve fic for this? sorry i have to mesh my two hobbies together im insane) 10/10

This Love — also SKIPPED IM SORRYYY SUCH A GOOD SONG AND IVE BEEN LISTENING TO IT FOR MONTHS ALREADYY !!!

I Know Places — OH MY GOD SO PERFECT THIS IS MY TOP 3 ON 1989 AND... IM IN AWE... the GROWL (lmao) in and we run is PERFECTTT. god so good 10/10

Clean — 10/10. no words. im actually kind of sobbing. just makes me SO sad but relax. such a bittersweet song and i still think about the secret message for this song. "She lost him but she found herself and somehow that was everything." forever engraved in my BRAIN.

Wonderland — WONDERLAND TV AFTER CLEAN HITS SO WELL ALSO ONE OF MY FAAVOOORIES. "didn't you flash your GREEN eyes at me?" GEEEENNIUUUS! the OOOHHH hit so well. guys i just... so good. 10/10

You Are In Love — guys HOENSTLY SO GOOD. but im gonna keep this one short even tho this is also one of my favs img etting so impatient for vault tracks. 10/10 masterpiece im not kidding.

New Romantics — BABY WE'RE THE NEW ROMANTICS. COME ON, COME ALONG WITH MEEE. HEARTBREAK IS THE NATIONAL ANTHEM, WE SING IT PROUDLYYY. another pop perfection. the production sounds so good in these deluxe songs omfg. 10/10 GUYS IM SO IMPATIEN T BYE IM GONNA LISTEN TO SLUT! OH MYG DO

Slut! — "if they call me a slut you know it might be worth it for once" OH MY GDO??? I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE ABOUT SLUT-SHAMING BUT BLONDIE JUST WENT THERE AND MADE IT A LOVE SONG LMAOO I LOVE HER 9/10

Say Don't Go — im sobbing, ugly crying. and screaming. say "don't go", i would stay forever if you say, "don't go" OH MY GOD IM IN TEARS 10/10

Now That We Don't Talk — "I cannot bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost. And what it cost, now that we don't talk" OH MY GOD??? even tho its so SHORT IT HITS SO GOOD HELP ME." And the only way back to my dignity Was to turn into a shrouded mystery" JUST FDUCKING CRAZYYY?? 9/10

Suburband Legends — OKAY THIS IS SO MIDNIGHTS CODED OMFG? the production sounds so mUCH like mastermind and i love that song. "And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever" she just gets me!!! 9/10

Is It Over Now? — "Oh, Lord, I think about jumpin' Off of very tall somethings" OH MY FUCKING GOD???? shes so bella swan coded. IM CRYING SHES SO RELATABLE AND I THINK THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE OH MY GOD. 10/10

IM STILL TRYING TO PROCESS IT WHAT THE FUCK BUT OKAY MY RANKING FOR THE VAULTS:

Is It Over Now? OH MY GOD. SHE WAS SO CRAZY FOR THIS. THE LYRICS?? I HAVE TO LISTEN 2-3 MORE TIMES TO FULLY PROCESS IT. WHAT THE FUCK SO FUCKING GOOD.

Say Don't Go. ALSO?? IM SOBBING?? SO FUCKING GOOOD??

Suburban Legends. I LOVE THIS ONE SM SO MIDNIGHTS CODED.

Slut! ALSO REALLY GOOD. NOT WHAT I EXPECTED AT ALL. A LOVE SONG?? TAYLOR SWIFT YOU ARE A CRAZY GENIUS.

5. Now That We Don't Talk. I LIKED THIS ONE AS WELL. JUST NOT AS MUCH AS THE OTHERS.

OVERALL; I think this is BY FAR my favorite re-recording. I love all of them with my entire heart but THIS ONE IS JUST SO SPECIAL AND IMM SOOO HAPPY TAYLOR FINALLY OWNS IT. JUST A MASTERPIECE. my only ONLY problem is some of the production in some of the songs. i loved the changes. and I LOVE what she did. and I LOVE JACK ANTONOFF FOR GIVING US AMAZING SONGS. but the production sounds a bit off in these songs :(( i think max martin and shellback should've also produced more of them. BUT LIKE I SAID. it has a new vibe and I LOVE IT. (i still think we shouldn't JUST have him on other projects but that is another topic) anyway 10/10 IM STILL SHAKING.

#em talks #taylor swift #1989 tv

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The Little Leeches Act Three: Love Blossoms

The silence was throughout the room. Everyone, the king and queen, maids and butlers, and maybe even some of the gardeners outside quiet because of Floyd's sudden whisper of happiness. When previously, he was very mute, and so was his twin.

Nonetheless, it was Queen Icabeth who cut the silence with a piercing screech.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Icabeth screeched in surprise, "Riddle. My beloved boy, what is the meaning of this? You barely know this man and you are proposing your love and devotion to him?"

"Mother, I have already mentioned that I have known Floyd for years, so long that it was inevitable that I would have fallen for him and now I have taken my chance to make my wrong a right. This is what I wanted."

"Really?" Floyd questioned.

"Yes," Riddle answered, his hand holding Floyd's hand. "I have forgotten to give you this, it suits you."

The lovely ring was now on Floyd's finger, not minding that Floyd staring at it.

"I love it!" Floyd laughs, looking at the ring.

"I know you are excited, but please remain calm," Azul managed to chuckle, not able to hide his happiness, with more reasons than one.

"Well, congratulations!" Cheered Julius happily, "At the end of this week, we'll have a massive celebration of the love between Riddle and Floyd. And of course, we will still have a beautiful engagement party for Trey as well, now please let us eat and we'll discuss party favors afterwards."

Everyone agreed as they began to eat again, now chatting about the engagement and with Floyd getting his voice back, was leading the conversation without much consequences, much to Azul's dismay. But seeing how happy his friend was, which was a major contradiction to his previously sad nature only a few days prior, made Azul happy, now having one more objective.

💞

Floyd was laughing to himself, in the ballroom, looking at the ring in his hand. His mystic hums cause those to stop and listen, an effect of a mermaid's voice. But Floyd was so happy, just knowing what the ring symbolized, based on what he learned.

"I can tell you like the ring," Riddle spoke up, "You know, I saw that ring and I knew you'd love it."

"Aquamarine is the jewel of the sea, and when given to someone, it symbolizes bond and hope for the mermaid." Floyd managed to speak, still distracted.

"Oh, now I'm extreamly happy to give you that ring."

Floyd looks back at Riddle and rushes to his side, presenting the rose gold rose-shaped ring he found earlier that day, with a goofy smile on his face.

"I forgot to give you your own ring," Floyd beamed, "I meant to at the table but Goldfishie beat me to it so here you go!"

Riddle's face becomes red and he lets Floyd put the ring on his finger, not expecting to wear a ring on his own, especially after his proposal. But he managed a smile.

"Thank you, Floyd. Where did you found this? I don't think you found it in the sea like you normally would."

"Well, it happened today, and I took the oppunuinity. Because it reminded me of you when I saw it at the merchant's stand." Floyd blurted out, still happy about it.

"Floyd," Riddle started, "when we visited the shop, you wanted the necklace. I don't recall giving you coins for shopping either, so the only possible reason you could've had this is that you stole it. You stole the ring. Floyd, you could've asked me for it, why did you steal?"

"Because it would've been obvious but I never thought about it until I saw it so I didn't think of the consequences. I just wanted to show my love for you like I see humans do when I was younger."

Riddle sighs and looks back at Floyd.

"Fine, but please don't do it again. And I do like it, despite it being stolen. And you are right, humans do give rings as a symbol of love, but not just any love, it's love for eternity, to be with the one you love until you die."

"I think I remember you telling me that once, but I never understood it."

"You'll understand once we wed, Floyd, and trust me, I am quite impatient to see that day."

Floyd laughs and brings Riddle into a hug. "I thought I was supposed to say that."

"I wanted to beat you to it."

Floyd laughs again and kisses Riddle, more happier than ever.

💞

"I may say," Trey laughs, "Your brother must be really special to Riddle for him to interrupt dinner with such a majestic proposal. I never thought to see the day where Riddle has found someone he loved that much."

He hands Jade a nice cup of tea on his balcony, with Jade looking into the ocean.

"I mean, this was the same Riddle who once told me that love is a illusion, and not real. But it was from Icabeth when we were children, so I can imagine what other nonsense she filled his brain with. I wouldn't be able handle it."

Jade covers his hand, after taking a quick sip.

"Oh, I guess you wouldn't have tea often, hmm?" Trey chuckled.

Trey smiled and took Jade's hand, which was still holding the tea, and began carefully to blow on it. Jade didn't know how badly his hands were trembling once Trey's hands held his. He managed to keep his cool once Trey brought his hands back to him.

Without missing a beat, Jade took another sip and sighed in contentment.

"It is so delightful to have a nice time with you after what happened at the pond," Trey nervously gulped, "I did think you would be mad at me after that, but once you gave me the hat, all my fears just disapeared. You just made my day and watching you ate any dessert with that twinkle in your eye made you incredibly adorable."

Throughout his life, Jade would have never considered himself adorable past his childhood years. Handsome, sure. Perfectly fine, practically normal. Creppy-looking, rude but something he accepted long ago, but adorable? Never in his life would someone, let alone a human, call him adorable like he was a small child, made him stop and look at Trey, trying to see any trace of teasing or anything that wasn't genuine but with that smile, Jade couldn't help but smile back, just happy.

Jade grinned and happily drank his tea again, listening to Trey's rambling.

After a while, Trey quickly left, grabbed a nicely wrapped present, and handed it to Jade.

"Open it," Trey expressed, "I got in the market and was supposed to give it to you at the boat ride but you know, the accident but now is incredibly perfect."

Jade looked at the present and carefully opened it to reveal a beautiful jade-carved mermaid, which fit perfectly in Jade's hands.

"I would call it My Little Mermaid," Trey chuckled, "but I thought it would've been better to give it to you. I may or may not had gotten it because of your name."

Jade managed a silent laugh and held the statue delicately.

Suddenly, as if the world was against them, a gust of wind flew passed, causing some things in Trey's room to fly around. Some papers flew towards them, almost flying onto the garden below, if it wasn't for Jade, grabbing some stuff before they flew down.

It did almost cause Jade to almost fall over, before Trey grabbed him, pulling him onto the balcony, now panting on the floor.

Trey looked up at Jade, who looked down at him. Both panting and blushing from the contact of them, being very close together. Trey was just mesmerized by Jade, not saying a single word, and just staring. The only that took him out of his concentration was a hand on his cheek, checking if he was okay.

Trey's eyes still entranced by Jade, carefully felt his hand with his.

The only thing he managed to say was:

"It's you…You."

Trey got up, making Jade stumble onto him, holding onto him.

"It was you," Trey repeated, "you saved me, and you…you sang to me, I think…ugh, my head."

Jade got up and tried to feel Trey's head for a bump, worried he had harmed himself saving Jade. But what startled him was a laugh, a happy laugh, a laugh that reminded him of the moment he was Trey on the boat on his birthday, laughing with many people, a day where Jade was conflicted with his feelings, especially for a human he barely knew, but that laugh made Jade feel all those abandoned feelings.

As much as Jade wanted to deny his claim, because of the fear of his reaction, he just couldn't.

A drawn photo nearby caught Jade's attention. It was a drawing of him, an exact copy of him. He was now shocked and scared, but not knowing what to express, he just expressed surprise.

He knew, even without a voice, there was no convincing Trey that it was him that night.

But that almost didn't matter when Trey got up, with Jade in his arms, filled with joy.

"I can't believe it," Trey laughed, "Look at you, just like the moment I saw you that day. I thought I dreamed of you, like many told me but I knew if I waited long enough, I would find you."

Jade, once put down, just shook his head. He had a sad look as he touched his throat, reminding Trey, but mostly himself that he does not speak, so how could he prove it with song?

Trey stopped those thoughts with a smile.

"Jade, I know I am forward with my claim, but I," he sighed, "I'm so sure that you are the one, but you should deny it. Deny me this satifaction, because I know I was too strong. But please,"

Not bearing to heart Trey's voice break with sadness, Jade just gulped, looked at the paper, and showed Trey, showing him that he wasn't denying Trey, giving him satisfaction.

"I knew it," Trey just managed to say.

Jade hugged Trey and looked down at the garden. He felt an odd sense of happiness, but somehow deep in his soul, he knew it wouldn't last, and he just wanted to be held, like he always wanted.

💞

Winifred grumbled to herself as she looked into her Bubble of Sight, now frustrated. Seeing Jade cuddled against the man of her daughter's affection made her laugh in anger. She knew at this moment, even with Jade's memory wipe, he was still within Trey's memory, a memory of love, which she could not erase, just clouded it, which was unfortunate.

She already lost one voice that belonged to Floyd, someone that she barely kept her eyes on, but it was her downfall.

But she adored her daughter, Amphrite, so when she fell for a human prince, she did so much that fateful night.

💞

It was a day when Winifred saw Amphrite humming and singing to herself, playing with her jewelry. It wasn't that odd when it came to her daughter, but her singing was…uplifting, a song of love and hope. It made Winifred curious so she asked her daughter what made her daughter absolutely so happy.

Turns out, when searching for ingredients for potions and spells, she heard a flute melody and went to hear it. When she does, she sees a young prince, playing a beautiful flute and a beautiful melody was heard. She loved his golden eyes and just watched him, which felt like hours to her. So, for days on end, she found him playing a flute or playing with his little animal companion. It made her neglect her duties, which Winifred did notice.

Once he heard that the next day was his birthday, she wanted to introduce herself, no matter what line she would cross.

So when she told her mother, Winifred decided on a scheme that could leave Trey in Amphirite's arms. Which led to the storm that caused a major shipwreck, resulting in casualties, something she enjoyed.

But when Amphitrite came by sobbing, Winifred knew there was a massive shell in her plan.

She was told that the prince was saved by an eel merman, who was singing to him, now imprinting himself into the prince's memory. She watched in heartbreak as the prince's hand touched the merman's, now proven of their newfound bond, especially under the Coral Moon, which was rumored to create that bond if a human saw, felt, or heard a merman, just like the Coral Princess before them.

After the description, Winifred knew who that merman was. Jade Leech, twin brother of Floyd Leech, both friends of her sister's young son, Azul. She also knew about Floyd's collection of human stuff, which she knew made him an easy target for her deals.

A merman loving the human world? Such a naive soul.

When she felt the heartbreak of Floyd, she knew how to get back at Jade for stealing the Prince from her daughter. Using Floyd to get what she wanted was surprisingly too easy, so she was glad that heartbroken state clouded his judgment, even when Jade tried to steer Floyd away.

But it was more exciting when Floyd grabbed the scale of his twin and splashed it into the bowl, which forced Jade into his mess and her deals. Adding onto it, she had to tamper with Jade so he would simply forget about the true love kiss, Amphirite's request.

But now, she saw Jade, with the prince happy to figure out who Jade was.

Now she has to cheat even more.

💞

"Amphirite!"

Winifred looked over at her daughter, heartbroken by the sight the bubble presented.

"I have decided that we need to cheat, even if I had to use magic with my damn bare hands," Winifred hissed, "that stupid boy swam over to many hills and that prince is already on his knees, already in love, when it should be you, my sweet treasure, you should've been the one he should be happy for and I'm sick of it."

"I should've been the one," Amphrite whimpered, "that should've been me! I saw him first so he's mine! I won't that stupid eel steal him from me…and I know how.."

Amphitrite grinned and swam up to Jade's voice, hidden within her mother's neck. She held it close to her, having a twisted expression.

She managed to bring some stuff down into the cauldron, surprising her mother. But that surprise turned into delight as she swam back and as Amphitrite swam down and began to chant to the sky, causing a storm above. She laughed as the cauldron's spell began to cover them in smoke, her laughter filled the grotto as her voice began to mimic Jade's, and her body morphed into a human's, along with Winifred's.

"And that's why you are my precious daughter."

💞

Jade woke up with the smell of food, opened his eyes, and got up to follow it. He couldn't help it, he was just entranced by it.

Only a few days and Jade was interested in human food, eating it, or in this case, smelling it. It was such an odd smell, but it was so delightful to follow, but he managed to. Despite the guards all around the castle, none were seen by Jade or were just ignoring him.

Jade finally entered the kitchen and hid to look at the chef who made the wonderful meal.

The chef he saw was Trey, who was humming to himself as he created some egg omelets, fluffy pancakes, and different variations of jam. Strangely only for one, Jade noticed and decided to walk forward. When he did, he accidentally trampled a barrel of fish, startling Trey. Jade sank to avoid suspicion, but a small chuckle made him realize he was spotted.

"There's better places to hide than the ground, you know," Trey joked, offering his hands, "here, let me help you up."

Jade blushes takes his hand, and is lifted.

"I see you smelled my breakfast in bed, for you. Though, I hoped you were actually in bed when I presented to you," Trey sputtered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jade looks at the tray of food and smiles.

"Well, I remembered you liked the breakfast I made, so I decided to make one, just for you."

Jade managed a silent smile, quickly turned, and walked up the stairs to his room, confusing Trey.

"What are you…"

Jade looks back and uses his hand to allude Trey to follow him, with the food he made.

Once they went back to Jade's room, Jade went back to his bed let Trey set the tray down, and gave him a glass of orange juice, which he drank happily.

"Well, I'm glad you allowed me to serve you in your bed," Trey sighed in relief and sat down next to Jade, "I wanted to make sure you…were ok, after last night. I felt bad about that whole debuckle. I put you in that uncomfortable situation."

Jade shakes his head, eating his pancake, now happy.

"Well, I also have one more thing," Trey gulped softly and presented a rose to Jade, "I saw you staring at them on the balcony and I thought you would want one. But I might find some mushrooms for you later on."

Jade's eyes beamed at the mention of mushrooms, and the land's nature. Another thing he was interested in, was mainly due to the mushrooms and flowers around the kingdom.

"I should get going," Trey spoke up, "Father really needs me for the ball tomorrow, and I can't keep him waiting. But how about one thing before I go?"

Jade looked back at Trey and saw him going forward, presumably for a kiss. Caught off guard, he dipped his finger in jam and poked Trey's nose, smiling.

Trey, now surprised, laughed and wiped it off. "Alrighty, I'll leave."

Jade watched Trey get up and leave, still smiling to himself. It made his heart beat with a proud proclamation of love, so once the door was closed, he swooned and continued to eat the lovely breakfast on his plate.

#twisted wonderland #twst #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #the little leeches #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #florid #treyjade #idia shroud #idiazu #idiazul #the little mermaid au #original characters #original work

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