#also loving how the scene in bride is almost a perfect mirror of the scene in the first one

[costelloschoice]

Wedding Night

-Mizu x fem reader! -warnings: nsfw, pulling off the biggest W and getting married to Mizu, bottom! Mizu, top! reader, toys, pussy eating, dom and sub dynamic -minors don't read or I'll tell your mommy -comments and reblogs are appreciated (she's so cute in the gif waaa)

She never thought she would be doing this.

Getting married this first time was something she never imagined for herself, but here she is again. But this time she knows this is the real deal.

"This is it.." Mizu whispered, kneeling on the zabuton below her. This scene was so familiar to her in another life. A small saucer plate of sake in her hands, the scent of the fermented rice filled her nostrils.

She looks over at you, her wife. She feels a sense of pride just looking at you but also feel nervous. She wants this to work out, she prayed this would. But you look so beautiful in white, you look like you were meant to be a beautiful bride. To think she came this far after what life has put on her, it all felt like a reward.

You made a promise to her before this small ceremony. A promise she never had to be a man after this moment. She didn't have to pretend to be someone else. But Mizu just had to push through a bit more to be able to be free from this cage forever. Of course, if it was her choice to revert back, you would accept her decision. But you knew deep down she wouldn't.

A small bell rung three times, indicating you both to sip from your glasses. The strong taste of the rice wine went down her throat smoothly, a strong burning sensation heating up the back throat. She tried not to focus too much on the taste as she turned to face you.

You also tried to ignore the burning feeling of the sake. You never liked warm sake, you thought it tasted like dirt. Your body shivered at the heat growing in your throat, almost feeling like the heat was in your ears now, but you turned to smile at Mizu, your now wife.

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Your relationship was not at all how others thought it to be. Of course, they also thought Mizu was man. But no one knows how much she loves to be your own personal whore.

Yes, she may present as someone who would be dominate, to make you submit to her and take what she had to give you. When, in fact, you knew how to make her melt and be putty in your hands. The samurai was actually a sensitive girl who would do anything to make you happy, as would you for her.

Carefully, she applied the white makeup to her skin, the kabuki brush evenly spreading the foundation to her makeup. The fine brushes applying the red lipstick to her lips and her eye lips. The candle lit room gave her a sense of calmness as she applied her makeup. She knew tonight was going to be special. You two have already had sex many of times, but now you're married, it's different to her. The sex tonight will be special to her. The beautiful and intricate design of her wedding dress was too good to be true. It was beautiful and picked out by you. Secretly, Mizu loved being dressed up by you, as if she was your doll.

Once she finished her makeup, she only waited now. Mizu took in deep breaths, her fingers tapping her knees. She waited for you patiently. Mizu looked up at a mirror across your shared room. She made sure everything was perfect, a hand running over her intricate hairstyle.

"Wait long?" you said, voice deep yet soft while opening the door to the room.

Mizu turned to see you. Your hair was down and out of the hairstyle from earlier and also wearing a men's styled yukata which was hers. Mizu smiled before shaking her head 'no'. Making your way towards her, Mizu turns her body completely to face you. She looked so beautiful on her knees in front of you, like a good little bride should be.

"You look beautiful, love..." you smiled, your thumb and index fingers catching her chin to look up at you. Her stunning blue eyes never failed to make your heart skip a beat, she was truly your weakness. "Such beautiful girl..." you commented before your thumb ran over her red lips. Mizu's breathed hitched at your words and actions, but let you do whatever you wanted. Soon, slipping your thumb into her mouth. her eyes fluttered closed, and she knew better, then sucked on the digit without being told, she knew how to pleasure you. Her tongue ran under the finger and twirled around, sucking and moaning at the feeling of something in her mouth.

As she continued you said, "Eager, I love it..." which caused her groan, looking up at up with those blue eyes you love so much. The eyes that held so many emotions and feelings. The eyes that made her different from everyone else you ever met. Soon you pulled out of her mouth, "Are you ready...?"

"Y-Yes..."Mizu breathed out, nodding her head. She watched you begging to undo the belt to the yukata. Eyes widening, she looks at the strap on you already had on. Your breast sat beautifully, your strap stood up proud, and your cunt was glistening just below the sexy toy attached to you. It's like you were the definition of lust. You gently grab her face to place her mouth on the tip, letting her use context clues to figure out the rest.

She closed her eyes as he headed bobbed up and down on the strap, a free hand moving to rub your clit between your lips. She knew that you couldn't feel her lips on the cock, but it was such a beautiful sight. Your moans were a reward for rubbing your pussy, "G-Good girl...Keep that up," you panted, smiling as her finger pushes inside you.

Removing her mouth completely from the strap, she quickly put your leg over her shoulder to kiss your lips with hers. Her nimble tongue flicking your clit as her long and slender finger works your g-spot. You moan loudly, trying to have some composure and stay in control. You look down to see how eager she was to suck on your throbbing clit.

"You like how that pussy tastes?"

"Mhmm.."

"Speak up when you talk to me,"

you snapped, making her pull away, her baby blue eyes look up at you. Lipstick and foundation around her chin smudged, "Yes, mistress..." Mizu pants, going back to tasting you. She added a second finger, curling them to rub the special spot. Your moans grew louder, your leg shaking as you feel your nerves being worked on.

"Enough..." you said, quickly pulling away. Mizu was pushed back on her ass, looking up at you. Taking off the rest of your clothes, you kneeled down to remove her dress. She wore nothing under her dress but a necklace you gave her when your first started to date, it was small but meant so much to her. She helped you get her out of the dress, tossing the clothes to the side. You quickly flipped Mizu on her back, letting her look up at you. Grabbing her by the waist, you lift up to rest her legs over your shoulders. You immediately started to taste her, your tongue running between her lips.

She was flushed, embarrassed from the position. Her moans were loud and whiny. Your tongue over her sensitive, hard clit felt amazing. Biting her bottom lip, her hands fondled her own breast. Her fingers pinching her nipples as you dip your tongue in and out of her wet hole.

"O-Oh yes...Please don't stop, mistress...my pearl..." Mizu panted. Even though this was a dom and sub situation, the loving nickname for you slipped out. It made you smile, making you work even harder to make her finish. One arm wrapped around her waist as the other moved to rub her clit, your tongue still dipping in and out.

Her groans and whimpers never faltered, her legs starting to shake from the pleasure you have her, "Oh...! Mistress I'm going to...c-cum! Please let me finish, mistress...!" she begged, looking up at you. You watched her pathetic facial expressions as you ate her out. Pulling away quickly, you only said one word.

"Cum..."

She immediately thanked you, moaning loudly while thanking her mistress for the release of pleasure. Her legs shook on your shoulders, making you smile. You rubbed her thigh as she came down from the high of an orgasm, "Good girl...you taste amazing," you praised, cleaning up the mess you made.

You took her legs off your shoulder, laying her down. She pulls you in for a few kisses, wanting to taste herself from your lips, "Mistress..." she moaned softly, her fingertips grazing your breast. Her hand cupping your breast, feeling the softness of your chest. The kisses between you two help her relax again, grounding her in the moment.

Soon she was on her hands and knees, instructed by you. She arched her back as your hands ran up her back, your hands feeling the curve of her spine. The candles in the room made it hotter, creating a thin layer of sweat. The smoke of the incense floating up, the ash growing by the minute.

She felt the tip of the strap on run over her slit, her breath hitched in her throat, "You want this, love? You want to be fuck like the whore you are for me? You want to please me, right?" you teased, making her groan. "Yes mistress, I want to please you..." she said, looking back at you, earning her a smack on the ass.

"Good girl," you said before slowly pushing in. You always made sure to be careful when first pushing in, as to not hurt Mizu. This is supposed to be enjoyable, not torture. Her soft moans were always the indicator on her feelings. you focused on them as you slowly thrusted in and out, trying to find the rhythm to move for her.

Mizu loved the feeling of you inside. The fullness of your strap made her warm, safe even. She knew it was you and knew you would never hurt her. She felt you start to move faster, making her moan loudly. This made you grab her hips, pulling her back into you as thrust into her.

"Mistress...You feel so good," she moaned, eyes rolling back as she focuses on the thrusts. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room, moans making a perfectly harmony with the it. You smiled and you thrusted, looking at her ass jiggling a bit every time you thrusted. You placed a hand on her shoulder, making the thrusts shorter but harder.

"Open your eyes...Look in the mirror," you instructed, making her look in the mirror. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she watched you thrust into her, "Look at you, taking it so well," praised, smiling at her through the mirror.

"You like this?"

"Yes mistress,"

"Good girl...You love taking my big cock, huh? Feeling so full by your wife?"

"Yes mistress..! You make me feel so full and good, please fuck me harder,"

She begged, making you do so. She watched her face as you thrusted harder. Mizu looked like pathetic whore in a brothel being fucked fora cheap thrill. But your praises and smiles reminder her that she was your wife, your own personal whore.

"You want to cum? Finish around this fat dick?" you asked with a deep voice, focusing on hard, fast, thrusts. Mizu moaned loudly, babbling the words 'yes' and 'please' like it was the only two she knew. Once you gave her the okay to finish, she screamed your name. Not 'mistress', your name, just how you like. it.

You watched her face as she was pushed over the edge of pleasure again. She looked so beautiful. You know she'll never see the beauty you do. Pulling out, you held her close in your lap. You stroked her face, praising her as she rested in your lap and regained her composure. Even with her training, she was a slave to pleasure, and she was a slave to yours, "You did so well, Mizu, you're such a good wife..."

After an hour, the two of you laid in bed. The candles were long put out, the incense burnt out completely. You smiled as you looked at her, "I love you, Mizu..." you whispered, kissing her softly. Mizu giggled and smiled back. "I love you more...".

"You're lucky I let you cum so easily," you teased.

"You love me too much not to let me get my way," she joked, giggling before kissing you.

She couldn't have dreamed of a more perfect wedding night.

#mizu x reader #mizu x you #bes mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eye samurai x you #blue eye samurai x reader #bes #wlw love #bes x reader #bes fanfic

[nuclearr-wessels]

ID: Eight gifs, showing two scenes from “Re-Animator” and “Bride of Re-Animator”. On the left side, Herbert is waking Dan in a hallway and helps him sit upright: “Dan? Dan? Dan! Come on.” He takes a look at Dan’s injured head: “Well, you’ll be all right. Can you stand up? Let’s go.” On the right side, Herbert helps Dan in a war tent by a fire: “Dan? Well, you’re going to be all right.” He drags Dan away from behind. “We gotta get outta here. C’mon! Come on, let’s go home.” End ID.

#this is so tender on such a macabre level... #re animator #bride of reanimator #herbert west #dan cain #danbert #jeffrey combs #bruce abbott #flashing #just...............the way herbert always takes care of dan...............and dan leaning into him in the last gif....................... #also loving how the scene in bride is almost a perfect mirror of the scene in the first one #plus the flashing lights paralleling the lightning in the third act when the bride awakes VS. here where dan awakes......... nice nice nice

[myherowritings]

PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were… 

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless. 

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now? 

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly. 

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him! 

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet. 

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone. 

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!! 

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car. 

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?” 

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.” 

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.” 

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color. 

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?” 

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!” 

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently. 

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink. 

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange. 

“Purple?” 

Purple. 

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye. 

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile. 

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you. 

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift. 

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them. 

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location. 

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date. 

You grinned at the thought. 

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully. 

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!” 

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs? 

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself. 

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy. 

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread. 

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.” 

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric. 

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind. 

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it. 

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on. 

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress. 

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach. 

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room. 

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh. 

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.” 

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.” 

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.” 

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on. 

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away. 

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you. 

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone. 

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here. 

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” 

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed. 

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.” 

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?” 

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.) 

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.” 

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence. 

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch. 

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you. 

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both. 

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete. 

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment. 

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.” 

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.” 

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp. 

“Seems doable to me,” he commented. 

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #mha imagines #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #todoroki imagines #bnha todoroki #bnha fluff #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki

[treasure-hwa]

loving you is easy

pairing: mingyu x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy

synopsis: do you know how fairytales always end saying the couple lived happily ever after? This is one of the couples, they fall more in love everyday.

word count: 1421

author's note: I am incredibly in love with Kim Mingyu and he would be a perfect husband, so enjoy this piece of a happy couple.

It was not morning, but sunlight rays peeked through the closed curtains, creating a warm soft glow into the bedroom. The couple sleeping safe and sound decided it would be nice to take a nap during the afternoon to be well rested to the event they needed to attend later on the evening. A wedding rehearsal. Mingyu’s sister’s wedding rehearsal.

He still could not quite believe his little sister would be marrying in less than a day, but her fiance seemed to be a good man, so he was accepted in the Kim family, which means Mingyu had liked him, much more than her previous boyfriends.

Feeling like the nap had lasted long enough and bothered by the light hitting her right in the face when the curtains were swung by the soft wind, the woman slowly woke up, her body doing the same things as always: face fondly rubbing on Mingyu’s chest, hand caressing his abdomen back and forth and leg rubbing up and down on his. Her grip on the man tightened before she could let him go, as if he was her body pillow or Teddy bear and, honestly, he was.

As if on clue, when she tried to get up, Mingyu rolled both on bed and laid on top of her, also rubbing his face on her chest and tightening his grip around her waist. He was a big touchy boy and has always loved cuddling her, since the beginning of their relationship, but he always paid attention to the limits, of course. Fortunately for him, she was almost as touchy.

— Gyu, I need to get up — she groaned, but started stroking his fluffy messy hair. He looked the most adorable when he woke up, so adorable she probably would not mind skipping the day just to enjoy him. 

The man mumbled a protest, but let her go, rolling on the bed again and grabbing a pillow to cuddle, because, as he constantly said, "sleeping is much better when there's something warm between your arms". She could not disagree, ever.

— I'll take a bath, but you can sleep for a little longer, okay?

He nodded sleepily, clutching the pillow and making her smile at her lovely big husband. No one could expect the next scene. As the sleep had not left her yet, when she got up and walked to the bathroom, she tripped over her shoes, almost falling on the floor, but fortunately she did not, however, Mingyu was startled, turning to her the second he heard the thud of her feet hitting the floor.

— Jeez, what are you doing, woman?

— I tripped, sorry — chuckled, kicking the shoes to the side.

Arriving at the bathroom safely after that mini accident, she took off her clothes and took a long shower, pampering herself in the best way. A wedding rehearsal would happen, a fancy event, so she needed to feel good and pretty, otherwise the night would be a nightmare for her.

When she was done with hair and body, the woman wiped down the foggy mirror, giggled to herself remembering that trend on Tiktok and made sure the bathroom windows and door were open so the steam of the previous shower could dissipate faster.

Wearing only normal cotton black panties and with her hair wrapped with a towel, she looked natural and fresh, which Mingyu made sure to empathize once he saw her through the mirror, brushing her teeth and with her breasts out.

— Well, well, well, what do we have here? — He came from behind and rested his hands on her naked waist.

The woman rolled her eyes and would have called him "silly" if her mouth wasn't occupied. The tip of his nose ran from her neck to her shoulder, sniffling her skin and making agreement hums.

— You smell so good, babe, so fresh.

She smiled at his image on the mirror and leaned back, resting on his naked chest for a moment, while he kissed her shoulder and caressed her waist with both thumbs. She bent down to quickly spit the toothpaste on her mouth and reply:

— That's what you are supposed to smell like after a shower.

— I know, but — he hums — you are so nice.

She turned around on his grip and pointed her toothbrush to his face, asking:

— Won't you dress up?

Instead of replying, Mingyu pecked her lips, even though she still had blue-ish foam on them, and smiled, licking his own and tasting the mint on them.

— I will, just let me enjoy you for a bit longer. — He kissed her cheek.

— Don’t make us late, please, your family wouldn’t like it.

— I never make us late.

She washed her mouth and turned to him again, now hugging his neck and pressing her chest to his.

— Do I need to remember you who arrived late at our wedding?

He groaned, making her smile, and answered:

— I’ve told you countless times it wasn’t my fault. The car wouldn’t work.

— Yes, I know, but I messaged Minghao that day and he said you were already late because your “face didn’t look right”.

— Unblessed be, Minghao!

She laughed, pecked the man’s lips, cheek and jaw and tapped his butt.

— Now, go and take a shower. I’ll take the hairdryer and head out of here.

Mingyu was not having it. He gripped her waist and kept her in place, whining.

— Why don’t you dry your hair here? It would be a nice vision to see during shower. — He wiggled his eyebrows and slid his hands down to her butt, squeezing it softly.

— I'm gonna cover up, seriously, you are a perv.

— No, no, no, I'm not, I swear I'm not. — He hugs her properly, nuzzling his nose in her cheek. — I just love you so much and seeing you, doesn’t matter how, makes me happy.

She chuckled, cheeks getting warm, because, damn, that man was The Man, always saying simple things that made her heart jump even after years of marriage. However, she still wore her favorite robe, then unwrapped her hair from the towel. While he took a shower, she dried her hair and they made small talk loud enough to be heard over the water and the hairdryer sounds: Mingyu told her funny stories about his friends, and she told him about the promotion happening on her office. He encouraged her to participate, knowing she was incredibly capable of getting a higher role in the company.

— You say that because you are my husband.

He opened the shower box and put his head out, droplets of water falling down on him, hair slicked back and eyebrows furrowed. Handsome.

— Hey! I may be married to you, but I’m not dumb, okay? I know you have potencial, babe.

Smiling, she went over to him and kissed his wet lips, thanking him before making her way out of the bathroom, hair ready.

A few minutes later, she was sat on the high chair by the kitchen counter messaging her sister-in-law, who was currently doing her makeup and sending her funny photos and nervous messages. While she typed out answers, Mingyu came from behind again, hugging his wife and resting his chin on her bare shoulder.

— Why are you chuckling? — He asked, kissing her exposed skin.

— Your sister. She’s really nervous and mentioned running away with her fiance. Can you imagine what people would say if the bride and the groom didn’t show up?

He chuckled, squeezing you between his arms before turning you to face him.

— And are you trying to calm her or...?

— I am. I said how marriage is wonderful with the right person, the person you love, how they will make everything to see you smile everyday and make you feel at ease every single day.

— Awnt, you are so cute, babe, you really are whipped for me.

— What is your credibility to say that? You are even worse.

— Yep, and I’m proud.

Mingyu gave her the softest smile, which she could not handle at the moment as her heart swell with the great amount of love she felt for him, so the woman kissed him while his hands held her waist soflty and hers played with his damp hair.

They could only hope the almost newlywed couple felt the same way they did, overflowing with true love every minute of the day.

#kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen fic #mingyu x reader #seungcheol #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua #jisoo #hoshi #soonyoung #jihoon #woozi #wonwoo #jun #junhui #the8 #minghao #seokmin #dk #dokyeom #seungkwan #vernon #dino #chan

[21tailsofwoe]

“cry for the moon: side H” musings

so i watched the hunter side of identity v stage episode 3 “cry for the moon” and i would like to let out my thoughts because there are so many of them and i do not know any better way of coping with my feelings.

spoilers for the stage play under the cut:

simply said, this production was leagues above episode 1, which i also hold very close to heart so you can imagine what episode 3 did to me. i’ve loved mary ever since i started playing the game almost a year ago, and to learn that there’d be an entire stage play dedicated to her. and not to mention that cecile daigo would play her role, i was already sold.

putting her character against eli, whose character (at least in the stage) is supposed to be this calm, supportive, empathetic person, i’d keep thinking how they’d pull it off, how’d they frame mary’s backstory, how everything would work out in the manor...i had so many questions. in the end, i came out so thoroughly satisfied by this stage. in fact, my friend and i cried multiple times watching this. it affected us THAT much.

story:

the story is a little straight-forward. mary is a queen who was executed by her own people. from my understanding, they didn’t allude to the revolution or anything, simply the fact that mary grew up in royalty and luxury, was taught to be high-headed, and self-centered, maintain that elite image. and in following this way of life, she ended up being extremely lonely, till everyone around her betrayed her and she was left to be executed. in the manor, now that she’s dead, she’s still very stubbornly insists that everyone treat her like royalty, that everyone else in the manor is beneath her, just so she could justify the pain from the loneliness and betrayal she felt. eli shows up, reaches out, the concept of ‘skins’ in the game is very cleverly used as a plot device, and the stage ends with mary learning about the Power Of Friendship(TM). she also learns to accept herself as a person, not as a ‘concept.’

i feel like the motives of the hunter main character seemed a lot more fleshed out. the connection to the survivor main character was established in due time, and all the pieces started fitting together as the story went on, something i found a little lacking in the first stage. like i said, it’s straight-forward and easy to digest, but still ends up tugging at your heartstrings.

characters:

mary’s characterisation was phenomenal. i’ve always been bitter about the fact that the game straight up copy pasted marie antoinnette onto her, but in the stage the creative liberties were put on full display. she’s her own character, with abundant past trauma which makes her cold and unapproachable. she’s so protective of her world view that she’d lash out on anyone and everyone who dares to change it. being called a ‘hunter’ makes her snap, makes her pissed, because she’s a queen! she always has been! there’s no way she could be standing along with other people! that’s not what she’s learned in her life time!

eli doesn’t have a lot of character moments because this was the hunter side after all, but he’s the same as the first stage. sees a lonely, recluse person, and wants to reach out. though the creators have stated that each stage is a different manor, or a different story, they’ve stuck to this characterisation of eli and i love it.

while the other hunters also had their parts, the more prominent ones were luchino and joseph. and joseph. oh goodness. his transformation from the first stage to now was something i craved for. he’s joking around with the other hunters, the other hunters also clown him pretty bad. he has a soft spot for robbie. the back and forth he shares with luchino also filled my heart with so much love. and most importantly, he’s the one who tells mary to embrace the present as it is, because holding onto the past will not do much. he fits the gap between eli and mary perfectly, and moves the story in his own joseph way. seeing him actually move on from his past and live with a healthy mindset, something we’ll probably never see in the game...it destroyed something in me.

joseph’s character also emphasises that in the confusion of whatever the manor wants from them, the hunters at least have each other. it was a very nice touch.

acting, direction, dialogue:

this is the part where episode 3 completely overshadows episode 1. cecile daigo is the star of this stage. she has once again won my heart. when she’s being cold, you’ll feel a chill down your spine. when she’s angry, you’ll physically feel that tension. when she screams and cries, you’ll have your heart sink. her dialogue delivery in any given situation hit in all the right spots. i’m still scared to go rewatch the guillotine scene because it was so incredibly painful to watch the first time.

not only that, but the way they creatively used this open stage which made the play seem so much more idv-like. the way they would place eli on one end of the stage walking in one direction, and mary would be on the other side walking in the opposite direction. or when the lights would follow them around the stage as they sang their duet, OR OR OR the way the actor playing mary’s mirror image would sync perfectly with mary, or even the way eli talks to mary in a soft, calm manner, knowing that she’s going through something very traumatic. it was all so beautifully done. the dialogues themselves were so impactful, we had to rewind some scenes just to appreciate the words properly.

music, costumes, misc:

the music. GOD the music. not only the hunter song, but also the score in the play itself. the fairy-tale like song in the fake world. eli and mary’s duet song. it was all perfect. in the end when mary returns to all the hunters with a change of heart, and ‘acclamation’ plays in the background i actually got teary eyed lmao. just the timing of everything was so spot on.

the costumes, just like the previous stage, were also perfect. mary rocking bloodbath while bride eli mopes in the background. the other characters in their alternate clothing was. something.

also. norton in a tux. phenomenal.

my personal favourite part from the alternate world was the dance, where i lost my shit two times: one, when i saw 0.3 seconds of fiopat and two, when i saw xiefan fist bump.

ty for the fanservice idv stage play.

as a milf enjoyer, i would’ve appreciated more of marymichi but i think this one screen cap alone is enough to fuel me for the next ten years.

gotta appreciate michiko for taking the shot at the start of the play. she missed terribly, but she took a shot and that’s what matters. go get your girl, michiko.

my review could be very extremely biased, though. sorry for ending on this note LOL. i love identity v so so much and i’ve invested myself in these doll characters way too much, so actually getting to watch my favourite characters TALK to each other, be part of each other’s stories, it may have slightly skewed my perception of of the play. of course, it isn’t without faults, but to anyone who loves idv, who loves mary especially, this is a must watch. i genuinely mean the praises i’ve given to this stage play and i do not regret spending my money on this.

i’ll watch the survivor side and the comedy stages eventually and i don’t know if i’ll be making reviews for those but i just had to talk about the hunter side.

thank you so much to the creators of this stage, to all the wonderful talented actors, and a big thank you to the new writers. this was more than i could’ve asked for.

hoping for a stage 4 with mary’s return xx

#identity v #idv #identity v stage #idv stage #idv stage play #cry for the moon #tagging the ships i mentioned for filters: #marymichi #michimary #fiopat #xiefan #metalks

[mariamermaid]

Darkest Nights

Regulus Black x fem Reader

Summary: It was blatant, that the day of your wedding would come. Yet, you feared it as much as he did.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, arranged marriage

A/N: I don´t know too much about Regulus, which is why I decided to interpret this oneshot in my own way. (Also, Timothee Chalamet as Regulus= chefs kiss)

 Denial was the first stage you encountered. Blatantly you had been prepared for it your entire life, but when the message reached you, it was still denial. It couldn´t be true, you were promised more time. Time to live.

Any excuse sounded better than the one thrown into your face: There was no other option.

You recalled word for word in your head as you starred at yourself in the large mirror. It should be an honor, you´ll be a good wife, you´ll have a big house. But none of it mattered to you, your priorities laid differently in society. Will I be happy?

The mirror, the room and the entire house was furnished with golden details; flowers, flourishes and patterns. It reminded you of the palaces in the renaissance period. You had loved the paintings from the time, but finding yourself in a similar ensemble on your wedding day felt all too wrong.

A knock appeared on the door and your mother entered, stunned with her hand over her heart as she admired you. The two servants, who had helped you to get ready, carefully stepped back. Their work was done. If it weren´t for your mother´s sake, you´d thank them from the bottom of your heart.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, he´ll be very pleased to see you.”

Yeah, because that´s all that mattered. Your eyes wandered back to your silhouette in the mirror; long, delicate arms of lace traveled down your skin, the train measured at least ten feet and the veil, which was still placed to show your face, followed the train. Your mother handed you the flower bouquet, white, blue and lavender. Then she pulled the veil over your face and nodded a last time. “Your father will be waiting for you downstairs. They´re all ready.”

 Heavy chains were attached to your feet and each step you took, was harder.

Outside the hall, where the ceremony would take place, your father waited for you. He matched your mother´s dark attire, but as so often, he loved the embellishments on his suit. In your opinion, they always looked disgustingly conceiting and plump on him. Every cell in your body screamed for you to run and as you stepped inside the large hall, you wondered why you didn´t listen to your heart. Like the rest of the villa, it was stunning and a true architectural treasure. Dark, even wood was spread on the floor and the walls were delicately painted in cool grey tones. Against the gold details, the walls looked like painted clouds, dreamy and far away.

Within the dark ensemble the white spot like a ray of sunshine; you.

Why didn´t you run?

Would it be so bad to never see your family again? A family that had no emotional connection to you, you were never told, how much they loved you or even appreciated you.

You could live a free life, away from all pressure and deciding how you wanted to live. If you wanted to get marry, or not and even more importantly, who.

The painful truth was, that running even as far as you could, only brought you time. You were their only child, their only way to safely secure, pleasant and reputable future. They would find you eventually and by the mark on their forearms, it wouldn´t be a reencounter to spread joy.

Under the veil, none of them saw your shivering jaw and your blinking eyes in tears as you made your way to the altar.

Your father´s hand, softly put over the arm you had linked with this, grabbed you harsh enough to stop you from running. It might have looked like a lovingly scene, how he approached Regulus and placed your hand in his, but it wasn´t.

It felt like somebody threw away the keys from your chains.

Oh, right, Regulus was there as well.

You had barely acknowledged his presence, which was surprising due to the fact that he was your soon to be husband. You would never, not even on your deathbed, admit it, but he looked attractive. Plenty of times you had seen him wear a neat black suit, but today he didn´t look like Mommy´s boy put in attire. Somehow, he looked like a true man in front of the altar.

He seemed so steady and calm, was he even pressured into this?

You had spent almost your entire school career knowing him, he was a year older, but you couldn´t remember a singular conversation between the two of you. You started believing, you never had one.

Regulus wasn´t the scrawny kid anymore. He was tall and had a sleek figure, which he had proved many times as Slytherin´s seeker. His dark, rather short locks framed his angular face and his high cheekbones. He truly looked like a perfect descendant for a pure-blooded family.

His hand was warm, no hint of nervousness, while yours was as cold as ice. He barely glanced at you, both of you facing the altar and the wizard, who guided you through the ceremony.

He was a man of at least sixty years, grey hair and beard, but everything that left his lips, barely entered your conscience.

Finally, it felt like years, the peak of the ceremony had come.

You turned to Regulus, carefully and slowly, his long fingers grabbed the edge of your veil and pulled it back to reveal your face.

What did you expect to see in his expression? Excitement? Awe? Admiration?

For a split second, his jaw tensed, but he turned back to his neutral expression. You didn´t know how to pinpoint those bare split seconds, where his façade had vanished,  and you didn´t like, not knowing how he felt. Was he glad to marry you? Was he only looking forward to this, because you were pure-blooded? Did he find you pretty or at least attractive? Or did he find you so attractive, that he wouldn´t hold himself back? Would he follow his instincts and ignore your potential feelings?

You wanted to curse and scream, but your eyes were glued on his lips and you felt how the magical string wrapped around your hands.

“Today Y/N and Regulus join their lives in the union of marriage. Before I declare you to one another, I want to hear you confirm that it is indeed your intention to be married today.”

The lie couldn´t be bigger. A no was stuck in the back of your throat.

“Now I ask you; Do you, Regulus Arcturus Black, take the hereby Y/N Y/L/N as you wife? If so, repeat after me.”

You waited for a stutter, but Regulus repeated the words without hesitation.

“I, Regulus Arcturus Black, take you Y/N Y/L/N, to be my wedded wife. I give to you in the presence of these witnesses, my promise to stay by your side, In sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow. And cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

“Bride, please repeat after me.”

Oh, dear Merlin help me to not completely ruin this.

“I, Y/L Y/L/N, take you Regulus Arcturus Black, to be my wedded husband. I give to you in the presence of these witnesses, my promise to stay by your side, In sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow. And cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

The magical promise, which wrapped around your hands like a hot string, tightened as the words left your mouth.

“I now announce you, husband and wife!” You felt how the golden glistening oath disappeared, but you still felt the warmth pressing against your skin. It was done. All plans and hopes for this not to happen, were completely useless. You were now officially Y/N Black, wife to Regulus Black. Regulus eyes pierced into yours, somehow you took the last of your strength to keep up the eye contact. Then, to your biggest surprise, he offered you the smallest hint of a smile.

 “Even the most beautiful places turn dark during night.”

Regulus´s voice was steady, but quiet. For the first time this evening, he spoke to you in his own will. Without the pressure of a family member watching. You glanced at him, while his eyes were stuck on the ensemble. He was right, it was beautiful.

The light walls were barely enlightened anymore and the golden details, which glistened from time to time, seemed to float in the air. The delicate paint strokes had become invisible, vanishing into dark. Regulus fitted in, with his dark suit, green attire and jet-black locks and you contrasted him in a way, that couldn´t be more opposing. The white fabric attracted the last bit of light, like the rising moon beneath carpet of golden stars.

You had spent the early evening, which was turning into night already, with careless and empty conversation. Even though Regulus was at your side for most of it, you didn´t even perceive him. You were too focused on not crying, not running, not saying the wrong things, not falling over your dress, not eating too much food, not smiling too much, not fake smiling enough and not being you.

“I meant it, you do look stunning”, he added, tilting his head ever so slightly in your direction. Previously, the words had seemed nonchalantly thrown into a conversation. Now, it sounded honest and against his offish body language, Regulus was different beneath his façade.

“Thank you”, you replied with barely a whisper.

For once, he wished to be more like his brother Sirius, who swept of girls with no effort and compliments fell of his lips like the lies for his pranks. Of course, he wasn´t there.

Regulus never imagined that his bride would be you or even closely like you. He remembered you from school, something he never told anymore. Back then, you had barely exchanged words. You knew about each other´s existence, but a safe distance was kept. However, he remembered the evenings at the library. Where you had sat quite focused, tapping with your pen against the book. You had watched every single of his Quidditch games and you cheered.

You were cunning and smart, driven by your own ambition to surpass yourself, but unlike him, you were empathic. People approached you easily, feeling enchanted by your natural politeness. Regulus had become used to the shadow side; people evaded to not get in is way. They avoided him, not knowing what lied behind his dark exterior. Maybe they even feared him.

He knew it was wrong for him to feel relieved to find you in the spot of his bride, he was bereaving you of all prospective dreams and a chance for true love.

“I´m sorry.”

The apology took you by surprise and your head snapped towards him. “For what?”

He sighed, knowing he couldn´t dodge the eye contact anymore. “For having to marry me.”

The emphasis clearly laid on the word me, even though he tried to hide it.  

“Are you happy to have me as your-“, you paused. You had never said it out loud. “As your wife?”

He chuckled. Regulus Black chuckled. “I knew marrying out of love was never an option, but honestly, you´re the best bride I could´ve wished for.”

He quickly became serious again, too fast for your taste. “You´re not like them, not as posh or artificial.”

“Apparently, neither are you.” You added, feeling how your body leaned a little closer to his.

“I try my best.”

The dark had covered expectations and superficiality and what was left, was a man at your side, who was honest and real. Not perfect, but not cruel. You didn´t fear him anymore and more importantly, you didn´t fear potential actions. He wouldn´t lay a hand on you, unless you would allow to do so. There was only one apprehension left, the dark mark burning on his arm.

You didn´t know how or why, but that obligation was reserved from you. Slytherin or not, pureblood or not, you weren´t evil. You weren´t one his fealty and you swore on your life, that it wouldn´t change.

Regulus felt your apprehension, but for now he wasn´t ready to share the perilous information with you. The horcrux inside the cave was his secret, but if it meant keeping you safe and sound, he was ready to risk it. For now, it was his task to make you believe him. Regulus Black wasn´t evil and he didn´t share the Dark Lords radical views. The dark mark on his arm was just like the ring on his finger, an inescapable path.

Carefully, but with clear intention, he took your hand. “I will never hurt you; I promise.”

You saw something inside his eyes sparkling, but you couldn´t pinpoint it. Pressing your lips together, you starred at the rings on your fingers. “You shouldn´t make a promise you can´t keep.” He opened his mouth to disagree.

“But promise me to be honest; talk to me Regulus. I don´t want this to be a marriage of secrets and intrigues.” He nodded agreeing. “I promise it, do you?”

“Yes.”

Cautiously, as if you could break beneath his touch, he placed a strand of hair behind your ear and slowly, waiting if you would push away his action, he placed a kiss on your forehead. You didn´t push him away, catching yourself almost leaning into it.

Yes, even the most beautiful places turned dark during night, but tonight the darkness revealed true nature. And in this darkest hour, the two of you were shining together strong as the brightest light.

#regulus black #regulus black imagine #regulus black x reader #regulus arcturus black #regulus black oneshot #timothée chamalet #harry potter imagine #sirius black #mariamermaidimagine

[peanutpinet]

Nine Percent Mafia Scenarios

Cai Xukun

Cai Xukun, a name that is well-known whether you go to the same school with him or not. He was notorious for not only being the heartrob of the school, the best basketball player the school had ever had, a hard-working student and a caring person.

Even so, there was a rumour going around that he was part of a gang. Now, this wasn't your typical school gang or a motorcycle gang but more so a mafia group. Not only that, the rumours has it that he is even a leader of one of the mafia's group.

But despite his reputation, Kun was never one to play with people's feelings. So he would always decline people's confessions as nicely as he could. Truth be told that it was mainly because there was already someone that caught his attention since the first day he came to the school (*cough*you*cough*).

Of course, because of his reputations and all, he didn't really want to make his crush that obvious, especially when he was in a mafia group. Though, his group were more so dealing with the actual scums rather than causing trouble for the authority (which is why the authority would let his group go).

But that would soon change during one of his important matches. Not only was he against his school's biggest rival but also his mafia's rival. If he won the game, it'd be killing two birds with one stone.

Unfortunately, when the match was going fairly well for Kun's side, his rival's side had their own set of tricks. Apparently, some of his rival's group were scattered around the school, finding one specific person, you.

While you did try to put up a fight and all, you were outnumbered and the opposing rival managed to get ahold of you. Once the game was over and Kun's team had won, they had to shake hands with the opposing team which of course, Kun did as well. However, when he got to his mafia's rival, he received a disturbing information.

"It was a good game but looks like you guys could still use some practice" Kun snickered, shaking hands with his rival

"I wouldn't be too cocky if I were you, August" his rival challenged, making Kun tensed up upon hearing his work name

"Don't test me, especially in school. I suggest you leave quietly unless you're starting to pick a fight" Kun barked

"Heh, well, let's see how tough you can get when you're with (y/n)" his rival mentioned, makin Kun gripped on his rival's hand even more

"What do you know about (y/n)?!" Kun growled

"Why don't you come by dinner tonight? I'll send you the location" his rival smirked, taking his hand back and leaving the school along with his team

Kun instantly contacted his own members, asking them to track your phone since he tried calling and texting you but you didn't reply him at all (which is actually very rare unless you told him you had something to do).

At the same time Kun received an unknown message, his members found your phone's location which was completely different to the location in the message.

Kun then split his group to two, with him going to the location he got from the message whilst the others go to the location where they tracked the phone down.

It wasn't that much of a surprised that you weren't at the location Kun went. But that didn't stop Kun from going brutal with the rival gang. After he was done there, he went over to where you actually were on his motorcycle.

Arriving at the scene, Kun wasted no time and just knocked the rival gang even when he was still on his motorcycle. When Kun did get down from his motorcycle, he kept going until he finally reached you and pulled you into a hug.

"Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" Kun asked, concern can be heard from his cracked yet soft voice

"I, I'm alright, Kun. I just got a slight bruise but nothing too serious" you admitted, holding onto Kun's hands that were almost 2x your hand size

"If you ever come near her ever again, I'll show no mercy next time. Now scram" Kun hissed, making the boys run away from the scene

"I'm fine, Kun. Don't scare them like that" you stuttered

"Let's go, let's put some ice pack onto that bruise, hmm? Then we can continue watching that drama you were watching. Let's go boys" Kun mentioned, pulling you to his motorcycle

Chen Linong

Honestly, Nongnong is just too soft to be part of the mafia. Which is also why he is perfect to be the spy in the mafia XD alright, onto the scenario

So, I imagine that you were one of the bad girls in school. Not bad as in you caused trouble but more so you look like a baddie when you're actually nice to the ppl close to you. One of which was Nongnong.

When Nongnong first came to the school, he looked so cute and soft that you swore that you wouldn't let anybody bully him nor hurt him at all. You even helped him get used to the school.

Time passed by and you and Nongnong were quite close with each other that even went on a few study dates here and there; which Nongnong of course would take you home like the gentlemen he was.

But one study date made you change your mind how you saw Nongnong. All this time you would always feel the need to be the one to protecc precious Nongnong, but this time, it was the other way around.

The both of you stayed a bit longer than expected at the study cafe you guys always come for when you were doing school stuff. But of course both of you have told your parents and Nongnong even told your parents he'll still bring you home safely.

As the cafe was closing, you and Nongnong finally head back home when suddenly a gang of motorcycles came by and stopped right in front of you. Nongnong tried his best to tell them off but for no apparent reason they just burst up and went to charge towards you and Nongnong.

You've experienced fighting before which is why you were still standing, unfeared of what this gang could do. But as you were about to fight back, Nongnong quickly stood in front of you and beat all the people in the gang; scaring them off and even threatening them that if he ever sees them again or even hears about them when he's around, he won't go easy.

"Are you ok (Y/N)? Are you hurt anywhere?" Nongnong asked, his voice turning into his normal soft voice

"I, you, what? Who are you and what have you done to my sunshine soft precious Nong?!" you exclaimed, pointing at Nongnong and at the slight mess he made

"Ahaha, I'm also super Nongnong!! Remember? But for reals (y/n), are you alright?" Nongnong asked in concern, holding your hands in his

"I'm fine. You didn't have to protect me though. You know I can fight" you mumbled

"I know. But you shouldn't have to fight when I'm around. I'll take care of you even when I'm sick. As long as you're fine then I'll be fine. Come, let's go home" Nongnong softly whispered, pulling his signature smile as he pulled you away from the scene and head back home

Fan Chengcheng

Kay, first of, boy looks like he ready to throw a fit or something XD also, crazy to believe that he was just 18 here. Kay" scenario

For this I imagine that Chengcheng had to attend a wedding of a family member (let's say it's his cousin) and his parents expect him to bring someone or they'll make him mingle around with the people at the wedding.

Because he much prefer to bring someone he knew, he immediately called you to come join him; telling you that he'll find hair, makeup and stylist for you so all you had to do was just join him. Though you're not much of a social person, Chengcheng got you by telling you that there'll be your favourite foods.

Time skip to the day of the wedding

You arrived at the Fan's house and was greeted by Chengcheng's sister, Fan Bingbing. Because you've been to his house several of times, truth is, his parents and Bingbing were thrilled to hear that Chengcheng invited you to join.

Bingbing then directed you to one of the rooms that was filled with different clothes and she even helped you picked out an outfit then brought you to another room where there were people ready to do your hair and makeup.

After nearly 2 hours of getting ready, you were finally done and Bingbing was helping you zip your dress when Chengcheng came in already in his dashing suit. Bingbing then gave a smirk, leaving you with Cheng.

"Wow, you look amazing? You're probably gonna outshine the bride. Here, lemme help" Chengcheng exclaimed, helping zip your dress up then looking at you in the mirror

"Speak for yourself. That glasses really suits your look. Not to mention the slick back hair with a slight green/blue tone?! Damn, Cheng" you replied as the both of you looked in the mirror

"C'mon, I want one mirror selfie then we can go to the actual event" Chengcheng requested as he took his phone out and taking a mirror selfie with you

After several more pictures, Chengcheng's parents finally called you both and the both of you went downstairs; where Chengcheng's parents and sister were waiting.

After around 30-40 minutes of being on the road, you all arrived at the venue, took some pictures and were redirected to where you would be seated.

"I have to go for a bit. My parents made me go see my cousin then his bride. You just stay here, alright? I'll have someone send some appetisers or any snacks" Chengcheng whispered to you

"Sure thing. Go go, then we can play whilst we wait. Justin is waiting for me right now" you mentioned

"Better be just one game. I'll be back. Don't start the next game without me, tell Justin that I'll take his food next practice if he leaves me out" Chengcheng pointed out, walking away

"Oi!! Watch your step!!" you scolded then went back to playing

Chengcheng's POV

"Why do I have to meet her?" I complained

"Because it's to welcome her into the family" my parents replied

"Ah yes, welcome someone we almost never met into the family" I cursed

"Fan Chengcheng, behave. I heard she's quite lovely" my mom scolded

"Fine. But it better not be long" I scoffed as the security opened the door and I went into my cousin's bride room

"Fan Chengcheng!! I'm so happy you could come to my wedding!!" my cousin's bride exclaimed

"Yea yea. Hold it. You....Jia Xiaoli (random name). You're my cousin's bride?! What trick you got now?!" I threatened standing right in front of her

"No tricks, Cheng. I promise!!" Xiaoli smiled

"Cut the act Xiaoli, you bribed me into dating you and if it wasn't for (y/n), my family would be in jeprodize" I barked at her

"Ahhh right, (y/n). I haven't seen her in a while. How is she?" Xiaoli asked

"She's not your concern. Stay out of my sight and (y/n)'s. And if you ever hurt my family, I'll show you no mercy" I scoffed, banging on the door and returning to where I left (y/n)

Unfortunately, when I arrived back, (y/n) was no where to be seen. I scowered the whole venue yet she wasn't there. I then rushed out to the bathroom, hoping that maybe she was there. I even tried texting her but after 30 minutes and no answer from her at all, I got anxious; like something is wrong here.

I then went out of the venue and contacted Justin if he was talking with (y/n) since they were playing games together. Thankfully, I got somewhat of a lead. Justin mentioned that he's actually on a "call" with (y/n) but he muted his microphone because he heard some other people was on the other line with her. Justin also mentioned that he's trying to track down (y/n) and after a few minutes, Justin sent me her location.

Not caring that the event was starting, I rushed to find (y/n) which turns out, her phone was at one of the hotel rooms of the venue. I then listened to the room first and when I heard (y/n)'s voice, I wasted no time and barged in, dodging all the attacks of the men within the room, knocking them all out one by one and took my jacket off, wrapping it around (y/n).

"Are you ok? Did they hurt you? What did they do?" I asked, pulling (y/n) into a hug

"Nothing, thankfully. They made me go with them and when I felt something was off, I called Justin but put the volume at the lowest, hoping he'll know my situation" (y/n) explained

"It's alright, I'm here. I've also asked Justin to come. C'mon let's get outta here" I mentioned, holding (y/n)'s hand

"Justin? Is he invited? What are you gonna do?" (Y/n) asked

"He'll be invited soon. We got a wedding to crash" I snickered, taking (y/n) away from the scene

Justin Huang

Tbh, I don't think this pose will really fit into the scenario but I will try. Okie, onto the scenario for Justin!!

For Justin, I imagine that you guys were living together along with Chengcheng, Yanjun and Kun for a film shoot and one night, you and Justin were heading out to buy dinner since the geges were basically passed out.

As the both of you were on your way, Justin noticed some sketchy people stalking the both of you. Justin made sure to keep an eye of them but didn't realise that there were a whole lot more of them that blocked your path and while you did put up quite a fight, you were eventually taken and was out of Justin's sight.

When Justin realised you were gone, he didn't waste any time in calling his geges and immediately went to find where they took you. Justin was definitely certain that they were part of the opposing gang that's always trying to get on ninepercent's nerve.

After a bit of running and even getting his geges help, Justin finally found the hideout and instantly barged in. However, the condition he found you in was not a pretty sight.

⚠️ Trigger Warning!! ⚠️

Not only were you bounded to a chair but it seemed that you were being beaten up, there were visible new purpleish bruises on your legs and cheek, not to mention some part of your clothes were ripped, your hair was messed up and even blood was dripping from your mouth, hands and thighs.

At that moment, something in Justin just flipped. As if he turned off his humanity switch (except for you). No-one was going to block his way to you. If they did, he wouldn't care whether they're a guy or girl, he'll put them down.

One after the other, Justin would break their arms/legs, the sound of their suffering even urged Justin to go even further; to the point where Justin didn't care whether he broke their bones, pulled their muscles or so on.

Once all of them were down on the ground, Justin finally managed to get to you. He crouched down to your height and wrapped his jacket over your shivering body and asked if it was alright to carry you which u only gave him a slight nod; and at the same time his geges arrived at the scene.

"It's alright (y/n). I got you, we're gonna go home now, kay?" Justin cooed you as he carried you in his arms

"Justin?! (Y/N)?! Are you guys alright?!" Kun asked as Yanjun and Chengcheng were prepared to shoot anyone

"Sorry to ask this but please take care of them. Oh and make sure they're still alive. I have unfinished business with them. I'm taking (y/n) back first" Justin requested, walking out of the scene

Lin Yanjun

Tbh, I'm not a fan of this jacket on Jun XD but his gaze bruh, his gaze!!! 🔥🔥 okie, scenario!!

For this scenario, I imagine that you were in Yanjun's hometown in Taiwan and apparently Yanjun's 10th year high school reunion was coming up and decided to bring you along since he only planned on staying for a bit then take you out elsewhere (also to keep all those girls in line before they lashed out on him)

After getting ready and all, you and Yanjun excused yourselves from Yanjun's parents and went out to the bar where the reunion was held. Ofc, when Yanjun entered, so many of his ex girl classmates were thrilled, until he showed up with you, hand in hand.

Yanjun just nodded and waved at his ex classmates before introducing you then he pulled you to the near corner of the table since he knew that you were somewhat socially awkward.

After having a little drink and snacks, it was now almost 9pm and Yanjun wanted to treat you out to the night market before going home. He asked if you wanted to go now which you gave him a slight nod. He told you that he'll go to the restroom for a bit before you leave.

After his restroom business, one of his ex classmates (a girl) went up to him and talked for a bit. At first it seemed like a simple catch up until she started to clustered the space and asked some personal questions about you. Yanjun was quick to know the situation he was in and immediately took control and straight up turned his ex classmate down, making his way to where he left you.

However, he noticed that some of the guys were trying to flirt with you and it seemed that they were getting a bit touchy that you seemed to be quite uncomfortable. Yanjun knew that coming to the reunion was a bad idea. Not only the majority that came were the school bullies but they were also part of a gang which 9% has been paying a close attention to.

Even so, Yanjun know that you could handle yourself and when your gaze met with Yanjun's, you immediately tried to excuse yourself but then one of the guys gripped your wrist which in return you slapped their hand away and even shoved them back down. Just when you managed to get free of these crazy people, another guy managed to grabbed you and pulled you down but at the same time, a dart flew and hit the the person's hand. Everyone then looked to see Yanjun's killer looks.

As everyone was distracted, you pulled yourself up at the same time Yanjun came and stood in front of you, holding your hand softly. Stroking your knuckles, he asked if they did anything else which you shook your head and told him that they just tried to flirt whilst the girls were already somewhat drunk. Yanjun gave you a slight apologetic smile before going back to his cold gaze towards his ex-classmates.

"Can't you tell when a woman is clearly not interested and taken? The next time you do that to my woman or any sort of girls, it won't be a dart flying and the target surely won't be your hand" Yanjun warned, rubbing your knuckles softly before starting to leave

"You think you're all that huh Yanjun?! Just because you made a name for yourself now, you can do as you please, huh?!" one of the guys challenged

"Heh, I'd watch my mouth if I were you. Wouldn't want people to know about your 'illegal business' or the fact that you've been out with 10 different women this past week, now would you?" Yanjun challenged back, slightly smirking as the guy's face suddenly turned pale

"Thought so. C'mon (y/n), let's get outta here. The night market doesn't close until 11pm" Yanjun whispered, giving you a genuine smile as you went out together hand in hand like how you came in together

Zhu Zhengting

Mama Ting!! That gaze!! I surrender!! I won't play games till late at night!!! Kay", scenario time!!

Ok, for mama Ting, I feel that he's dating with a normal office worker (aka you), you guys met through mutual friends and for some reason, Zhengting feels at ease whenever he's with you (like, not awkward at all, unlike with most girls).

Zhengting was just waiting at your apartment and cooking up some dinner for the both of you since you told him that you might be coming back late due to an important meeting with your boss.

Once he heard the door unlocked, Zhengting welcomed you with his soft smile and sparkling eyes that was full of love (also open arms) which you gave him a tired smile but immediately hugged him when you've put your things down.

"How was work? What meeting was it? Oh, tell me over dinner. I made your favourites!!" Zhengting mentioned, guiding you to the dining area where he has prepared dinner

"Thank you, Ting. It was a confusing meeting honestly. Like, my boss suddenly asked about my relationship with you" you explained as you started to eat the dinner

"Really? Does your boss know me? Like know know or was he just trying to hit on you?!" Zhengting questioned, his tone getting serious

"Not sure. He was trying to offer me another job which paid quite a lot but it has something to do with my relationship. Like, when I told him that I was in a relationship, he gave this weird look like he wasn't satisfied and just dismissed me. Saying that he'll think about it" you elaborated

"Hmmm. Whatever you do, don't take the job unless he gives you the full details, alright? And if you're worried about money because your current job isn't paying you well, don't fret, I'm here!!" Zhengting exclaimed

"I don't want to leach off of you Ting but yea, I'm not gonna take that job. I'm planning to find a job elsewhere and resign once I reached my one year mark" you explained

"Good!! Now finish up then shower so we can go watch some dramas" Zhengting cheered

It's been roughly a week or so since you told Zhengting about the offer and Zhengting was currently at the bar along with Kun because they had to spy on some men coming to the bar; something about opening a brothel or an illegal business of some sort.

When the people were already there, both Zhengting and Kun split up to get some information out of the men. Nothing in particular really caught the two's attention up until one of the men brought up a file containing your information.

"I'm telling you, she's the best looking one in my company. Not to mention, whenever she wears skinny jeans, it just fits her body so well. Anyone would die to take her and our business will blow up" one of the men mentioned, pointing at a picture of your face

"But you mentioned that she's taken. Are you sure you can get her to join?" the other men asked

"She needs the money. Plus, I can always cut her pay and tell her that this job suits her better" the men mentioned, laughing

But oh boi, they picked on the wrong girl. Because the minute Zhengting heard the conversation and was sure that it was your picture that they used, he immediately gave the guy a good punch in the face, knocking him down and holding a gun up right at his temple.

"I take it you like using helpless woman for your illegal money? Not only that, using them then abusing them before you discard them. How annoying. I'll give you a few minutes to confess everything before I blow up your brainless head" Zhengting barked, his gun was right by the man's temple

"So you're her so-called boyfriend, huh? I'll just kill you here and..." the man scoffed but his scoffed turned into a scream as Zhengting shot the man's leg

"I was wondering who was my girlfriend's boss as he was so daring to ask about her relationship but was unsatisfied when he realised she was taken. Well, this is still consider verbal harrasement, right Kun?" Zhengting snickered

"Sure thing. Since we got some evidence here, pretty sure he'll get fired the second we inform this to the authority. Also, he'll probably lose all his wealth" Kun replied

"Wa-wait a minute?! Kun?! As in the Cai Xukun?! Leader of 9%?! Does that mean...you...you're..." the man stuttered

"Zhengting. Zhu. Zheng. Ting. The so-called boyfriend of the woman you're trying to hire into an illegal business. Oh well, save your breath for the court" Zhengting replied, a smirk plastering his face as the man's face turned very pale

Wang Ziyi

For this specific picture of Ziyi, I imagine it being a bit similar to mama Ting's one. Where you were just a normal worker, not an idol/actress/artist or even a daughter of a famous company owner. You were just you; which, to Ziyi, you were everything.

Now, unlike the in mama Ting's one, you weren't offered a new job at a new location that was completely different to the one you were currently in. However, the boss of your company did pay a close attention to you. He would often try to flirt with you, send you flowers or even directly asked you out; which of course you declined them all.

This happened even before you met Ziyi. But unfortunately, it still happened even after you've been dating Ziyi. However, it wasn't as bad as when you weren't dating Ziyi. You dunno whether its because he finally started giving up or because he knew you were dating someone since you never really told him you were actually dating someone.

But while your boss may not know that you were dating someone, you did tell Ziyi about how your boss has been flirting with you and all. But we all know how patient Ziyi is. Not only was he patient in hearing your complaints and all but he was also patient with your so-called "boss". Well, that is until he ran into your "boss" at the gym.

You and Ziyi have been going to the gym quite regularly (let's all pretend it aint covid) and normally Ziyi would treat you lunch (which is how he got you to go to the gym with him). So, Ziyi would normally go and do some weight training whilst you just went to do some cardio (like on the treadmill or bicycle).

It was going like normal until you were about to do a bit of weights yourself (like that pull-up weight thing) and as you were going to do your thing, your boss suddenly came up to you and you guessed it, tried to flirt with you.

You tried to tell him off nicely but the same time scanned the room to find Ziyi who was apparently at the boxing area. It took a good 5 minutes or so but Ziyi finally saw you and understood your situation.

He was about to tell the guy off nicely until he saw the guy closing in the space between the both of you near a wall. And lets just say, Ziyi was finally at the peak of his patience and just snapped at the dude.

He pulled the dude back and twisted his arm till you can hear a crack. Ziyi then told your "boss" off and even threatened him because apparently throughout this whole time, Ziyi was doing a lil "background check" on your so-called "boss".

"It's not nice to pick on a lady who's clearly taken. Especially when you, yourself is also taken" Ziyi scoffed, pushing the guy further back

"Aghhh, l-let go off, m-me. This isn't even a fair fight" the guy stuttered as Ziyi pushed the guy who eventually fell downwards

"I suggest you leave and not hit on anyone. Unless, of course, you'd like me to tell your wife about it" Ziyi threatened, taking his phone out and showing the guy some pics of his affair

"I, I'll get lost. Just don't show this to my wife or anyone" the guy babbled, rushing to leave the scene

"C'mon (y/n), let's go get lunch at your favourite" Ziyi mentioned, grabbing your hand and giving you his signature (yet sweet) smile Xiaogui

For Xiaogui, I imagine that he was the owner of a well renowned bar in Shanghai. It's been a tough week for you and when you told Xiaogui all about it, he felt sorry that he flew all the way to where you work, telling you that he'll stay over the weekend so the two of you can have a chill weekend together.

But, on the way back to your place, Xiaogui got a call from the bar about someone looking for him. He asked you for permission which you know that it was his bar and so you told him that it's alright. He gave your hand a light squeeze before speeding up to the bar.

Upon reaching the bar, he directed you to a secret door which led to his private office. He told you to just stay there whilst he takes care of the things at the bar.

However, not long after Xiaogui left, you suddenly had a bad feeling, as if you were being watched or something. You weren't dumb and you knew that Xiaogui hid his gun in his office (I mean, the dude taught you how to do self-defense and how to use a gun). You went over his desk trying to find the gun but the secone you held it, you felt a gun being pointed at the back of your head.

"You know, what ghost around, comes around" a deep voice mentioned, the gun being pressed by your head

"Now be a good girl and put the gun down" the man stated as you slowly put the gun down but only to make him lower his guard so you quickly upperhand him by taking his gun

As you manage to upperhand the attacker, he started to attack you which was not good. Sure, Xiaogui taught you a thing or two but when you're faced with it in real-life, that's a different story. You tried to keep your composure and threw his gun far away so it'll just be a hand to hand combat but you were still at a disadvantage.

You were already being cornered and as you took the nearest object as a weapon/shield, the attacker told you that you were no match for him. But as he was just a hand reach away, the door slammed opened and a bullet was shot right at the attacker's chest, close to his heart. You divert your gaze only to meet with Xiaogui's gaze.

"Touch her one more time and I'll make sure you live a living hell before I actually send you to hell, myself" Xiaogui stated, a signature grin was plastered on his face when he saw the attacker fell on the floor You Zhangjing

If Imma be honest, this was another hard scenario but here goes nothing.

So, for Zhangjing's scenario, I imagined that you, Zhangjing, Yanjun and Nongnong had to attend this special dinner that the opposite gang was going since they had some deals to handle.

You knew that it was quite a risk by going but they needed someone to come with them so it wouldn't seem too obvious that they were planning on handling the opposite gang. Plus, you get free food so that was a major plus.

Which is how you ended up in a little black dress with your arms linked with Zhangjing and Nongnong as Yanjun was in front of you, all four of you making your way to the ballroom hall of the hotel the dinner was being held.

Yanjun, being Yanjun and the third person in charge in 9% reminded everyone of their jobs. Also reminded you to stay near by them and let any one of them know when you wanted to go somewhere like the bathroom or some sort.

After rediscussing the plan, Yanjun was the first to excuse himself because he was the hitman of the group. Nongnong also left to mingle around and get some information. Which meant, it was you and Zhangjing.

Of course, it was no surprised that the two of you immediately headed to where the food is. The both of you were enjoying the food and occasionally talk with the other guests at the dinner until Yanjun called Zhangjing to request some hacking which Zhangjing proceed in doing.

But in the midst of hacking, you had the urge to go to the bathroom and told Zhangjing that I was gonna go which he told me to quickly go and come right back to his side which you agreed.

After finishing with your bathroom business, you went out to try and find where Zhangjing was but got a bit lost and this dude was trying to get on my nerve even after you declined him so many times. I mean, one Yanjun is more than enough.

But when this guy was persistent, you decided to fight back which he clearly didn't like at all. You knew lots of fighting skills and self-defence stuff by being with 9% for a long time. Heck, you were their most trusted person other than each other.

As you were about to end this little disturbance, the guy was knocked out cold and you saw You Zhangjing out of the 3 men you came with. His gaze could rival Yanjun (emphasis on could XD)

"Can't we just have one night of dinner in peace? Haish. C'mon (y/n), let's go back and enjoy our dinner" Zhangjing stated, extending his hand out as you went to grab it

"You know I had it under control" you stated, pouting

"I know. But I wanted it over with, plus the deal is done and we can go order in with everyone" Zhangjing exclaimed as the both of you skidded through the hall

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Affair To Remember (1)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader / Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Idol! AU

Warning: Just Smut (for now)

Word Count: 2k

"...You may now kiss the bride." The priest smiles. Jackson pulls you into him before dipping you slightly to plant a kiss on your tender, plump lips. A blush spreads across your cheeks as the guests cheer for your love. 

A love you wish you truly had. Not a love that was forced for the cameras.

You and Jackson had initially begun dating for the buzz, so you could get people to talk about you and him, to make sure they were talking about your newest upcoming TV series and his music, and the group he was in, expanding both of your fan bases if you will. 

And that's exactly what it did, but it also went further than that. People fell in love with your love. The way Jackson looked at you was what women and girls yearned for, the way he treated you in public was what they gossiped to their friends about. The way he protected you, always watching to make sure you were safe had all the girls falling all over him, fantasizing about him. 

While you didn't need to do much, you had a solid male fan base but since being with Jackson your female base increased quite a bit, which is what you needed. You needed to be a role model, a positive woman that young girls could look up too. At least that's what your manager and publicist wanted, but not you. You wanted real love. 

You wanted to live your life your way, being happy but then another part of you gets a twisted pleasure from pleasing other people, making everyone around you happy even if you're not. Which is why you sat in the kitchen of your shared home with Jackson, drinking your fifth glass of wine. 

Quite often you avoided going to bed with Jackson. Mainly you just felt overly guilty for staying with him because you weren't in this relationship completely, so you stayed up, avoiding the guilt while you laid beside him, but also, you preferred going to bed in slience, where he enjoyed talking and cuddling, especially after sex, whenever he was in the mood.

It had now been two years of this marriage and you had hoped by now you would be madly in love with him, regretting ever thinking this wouldn't work. But you sat there knowing this would be the greatest regret of your life and you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't leave him, you'd end up being the most hated woman, the woman who destroyed the perfect marriage, with the perfect man. 

At least from what they saw he was perfect, from what you saw he was far from it. He often took his frustrations out on you, yelling at you until the veins in his neck popped out, and his face became red, pieces of spit flying from his mouth while you sat there with your head down wondering why you put up with this. He never put his hands on you, just yelled, not that it made it much better. You knew he was stressed out, but that's no excuse. 

And then you get that woman, the one who approaches you while you're walking down the street and she tells you how inspirational your relationship is and how she can't wait to find a man just like that. A love just like yours. And you remember, you give hope to these women that a relationship like that is possible but at what cost? You're lying to her, not fully but enough. You're lying to everyone. Marriage, It's not perfect but really what marriage is? 

You were confused. Should you continue to live unhappily for the happiness of thousands, or make thousands sad for your own happiness. There's no way you can win.

“Are you coming to bed?” Jackon asks, peeking around the corner into the kitchen, 

“Yeah” You smile, finishing the rest of your wine before leaving your glass empty on the table, following Jackson to the bedroom. 

“You're so distant lately.” He yawns, crawling into bed with you before pulling you close. 

"A lot on my mind." You whisper, snuggling into him. You cared for Jackson, you did but you didn't love him like you were supposed too and you couldn't force that. However, when it came time to fuck, you were always ready for that, hoping this time would be better than the last, craving that good orgasm. You found Jackson extremely attractive, his face, and his body. He was exactly your type for a fuck buddy, so thats what you referred to him as, in your own mind of course. There was only one problem with the sex you had with Jackson.

He was selfish. 

"I can help with that." He groans, tilting your head up towards his, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

Jackson is quick, usually not wanting to waste time. He continues to deepen the kiss, pulling your body on top of his. He tugs at the bottom of your shirt, telling you to take it off. You break the kiss, sitting up on top of him to tug off your shirt. Your breasts perk up as the cold air hits them, hardening your nipples. Jackson cups your breast leaning forward to bring it to his mouth, wrapping it around your nipple, sucking hard. You throw your head back, grinding yourself on his hardening cock. 

“Please” you cry, rubbing your pussy over him. 

Jackson sits up, turning you over so he's now hovering over you. He hooks his fingers unto your panties, dragging them down your legs, tossing them somewhere in your shared bedroom before taking off his own boxers. 

He maintains eye contact as he lines himself up with your wet, throbbing pussy, sliding his cock inside, stretching you out. He picks up his pace awfully quickly, thrusting in and out of you, needing to find his own release, not worrying about yours. 

You place your fingers between your legs, rubbing your clit, desperately seeking your own high before him but that's never the case. 

"It's a quick one." He grunts, pulling himself out of you, pumping his cock until he cums all over your stomach, sighing in relief while you lay there disappointed, again while he grabs his cum towel to clean you off. 

Jackson gives you a small peck, and a half smile before he rolls over, satisfied enough to go to bed while you lay there still horny. 

** 

 Over the next few weeks Jackson's schedule became increasingly more busy, having more things packed into his day now that a comeback was around the corner, which left you at home, alone far too often. 

The production for your newest show had been put on hold due to your costar becoming sick with something that was putting him out of work for longer than a month, leaving you projectless and acting like a bored housewife. 

Sure, you had friends but most of them were already busy living their own happy lives, either working or being actually happy in their marriages. You haven't told anyone your thoughts before because no one would understand. Everyone would judge you but until they lived in your shoes, they had no idea what it was like to live your life. 

**

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jackson asks one of the rare nights that he was actually home. "You seem upset." He says. 

You were honestly surprised he even noticed. 

"I guess I'm just bored." You say, shrugging your shoulders. "With 'Affair To Remember' on hold, I don't have anything to do." You sigh. 

"Well this might put you in a happy mood." Jackson smiles, sliding two tickets across the table. 

"Whats this?" you ask, picking it up..

"The annual kpop party." Jackson laughs. Last year you had been unable to go and now you finally had time. "Would you be my date?" He asks. 

"Of course!" You smile, getting up to give him a big hug. 

You couldn't wait. 

This party was the party of the year. All the major kpop groups went and mingled, drank and just all around had an amazing time. Now you finally got to go. 

** 

It was 7pm, the night of the party and you were finishing up a few last minute touches to your look before you and Jackson left. You put on your earring and your necklace before checking yourself out in the mirror. 

You looked amazing. You had on a tight, form fitting black dress with a long slit up your thigh, paired with a bright pair of red pumps, with a smokey eye and red lips. 

You slowly and gracefully made your way down the stairs, being greeted by Jackson who had a large smile on his face. 

"You look beautiful." He smiles, holding out an arm for you. 

You take it, heading out the front door where paparazzi and your car are waiting for you. 

** 

Arriving at the party, Jackson abandons you almost immediately after arriving, telling you he had to go say hello to a few people. You managed to find the bar, ordering yourself a wine, filled to the top while you scanned the room. Most of the attendees you only knew of, there were a few you were friends with. 

Your eyes happened to land on one man in particular.  Byun Baekhyun. The man you'd let do anything to you if you could. The man you dream about when Jackson fucks you. You just know he would fuck you right. 

The rest of Got7 came to you to keep you company for a bit, Bambam hyping you up as usual. 

An hour later, Jinyoung scanned the room only to look at you with a sad face, mouthing an apology. You look over to where he was and you see Jackson with his hand around a girl's waist, leaning in close to her. You acted like it fazed you a bit; but it really didn't. You knew je loved you too much to actually do anything. You continued staring, looking hurt until Jackson noticed you and then it was time for a bit of a show. 

You wipe away a pretend tear, keeping up appearances of a hurt wife, you storm up the stairs, running towards the bathrooms while Jackson chases you, grabbing onto your wrist. 

"We were talking." He growls into your ear. 

"Looked like more than that." You snap, yanking your wrist away. 

"Ayn! Don't make a scene." He snaps. 

"Too late." You cry, running away from him. You were a great actress. Even Jackson believed you were mad.  But in reality, you were playing a part. 

** 

"Quite the show." You hear from behind you as you leave the bathroom. 

"Ah yes, well you know. Marriage." You say, turning around to see Byun Baekhyun of EXO. 

"You mean a fake marriage?" He asks. 

"What?" You ask, shocked. No one had ever figured it out before. 

"The way you were eyeing me up earlier. You looked like you wanted to jump me right there. I can't imagine a real happy marriage would be like that." He says. 

"You saw that?" You ask, horrified. 

Baekhyun walks closer to you. 

"I did. And I liked it." He whispered into your ear, pressing his body against your before walking away. 

Your stomach dropped as your panties soaked, the image of Baekhyun saying that to you running through your head. 

With a smile you walk back downstairs, an apologetic Jackson waiting for you. He asks you to dance, pulling you in closely. You should be into it, you should close your eyes at the feeling of his embrace but instead your eyes are locked with Baekhyun's who bites his lip before looking down. Your eyes follow, stopping at the bulge in his pants as he looks at you again, winking. You should stay away from him, you knew that but suddenly a spark was put back in your life and it wasn't from your husband. 

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Back in Time

Bucky Barnes x Reader (other Avenger appearances)

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You had been planning Bucky’s birthday party for the past six months. That might sound excessive, but there was a lot that needed to go into the planning. You wanted this one to be his best birthday yet. Finally, the horrors of his past were mostly subsided, and you thought a celebration all for him with his closest friends might do some good.

The biggest problem with planning his party for six months…keeping it a secret from him. Bucky and you were attached at the hip whenever he was not off on a mission to save the world. Peeling yourself away from your boyfriend to make arrangements hurt your heart, so you tried your best to get most of the planning and organizing done while he was already gone. The only downside to that was how much you needed Steve’s help, and normally if Bucky was gone, so was he. Even so, Steve did his best to help while he was around, sometimes even keeping himself home from missions. Bucky was his best friend after all, and he knew this party had to be perfect. As soon as you had approached Steve with the idea, he knew it was going to be great.

Planning a party was time consuming enough, but adding a theme made it that much harder. While the party was for Bucky, you knew Steve was excited too. After all, they both missed their opportunity to enjoy most of what the 1940s had to offer (not to mention every decade after). While there were plenty of missed decades you could expose Bucky to, you really just wanted to bring him back to the familiar, his life before the war spiraled his life out of control.

As much as you could research what life was like right before Bucky and Steve joined the war, having the first-hand tales from Steve was immensely helpful. You even got some information out of Bucky. You had to be careful to not be too obvious when questioning Bucky, searching for natural ways to slip it into the conversation. Bucky enjoyed talking about his life pre-war.

This party needed to be as authentic as possible, down to the outfits. Every one of Bucky’s friends in the Avengers agreed to dress the part. A major part of the party planning task for you was sewing your own outfit. You decided to sew an outfit for Bucky as well, which he could change into after being surprised with the party. When you brought the outfit idea up to Steve his eyes lit up with so much excitement for Bucky, you decided you would sew him an outfit as well. These outfits for the boys would be exact (or as close as you could get) replicas of their uniforms. Sure, the war ruined their lives in certain ways, but both men were still proud to have worn that uniform and defended their country. Steve’s reassurance made you more confident it was a good idea. For women, 1940’s fashion had too many options, but also not enough. Every time you would research the fashion trends, the information would be slightly different. The boys also left so early into the 40’s that you could make an argument to follow more 1930’s fashion even. You decided to stick with the 40’s, but also not worry too much about if the trend was from 1941 or 1948. If you were off by a couple years within the decade, you were just helping Bucky experience a taste of his time that he had missed. Steve consulted on your dress as well. You couldn’t decide on a style. Did you want a swing dress? A classic shirred dress? A more pinup style to tease Bucky a little bit? Together, Steve and you decided to aim for a classic, elegant look, much like what a young, new bride would have worn at the time.

On top of planning the outfits, just for fun Steve tutored you in the slang of the 1940’s. Some of it you already knew just from being around the two men, but there were plenty of other terms you were giggling about as you learned.

“Alright you eager beaver,” Steve said, “you’ll be talking like an old dame in no time.”

You rolled your eyes at his joke, but your ears were open, ready to retain as much as possible. Turns out you’re pretty good at using the lingo, but it feels a little weird coming out of your mouth. Steve was practically rolling on the floor any time you put a sentence together.

“Sweetheart you’re solid. He’s already in love with you but by the end of this party, he will be tied to your apron string.”

Steve hadn’t taught you that phrase, but you could guess the meaning.

Finally, the day of the party arrives. Bucky left your room early to get in a training session, after you showered him with hugs and kisses, wishing him a happy birthday. Once Bucky leaves, Steve comes to your room and you hand him two garment bags, one labeled Steve and the other labeled Bucky. Steve unzips his bag a little to look at the outfit and his face lights up.

“This is snazzy, sweetheart, Bucky is going to love this. These are on the beam.”

“I know what that means!” You exclaimed through your giggles.

Steve laughed, shaking his head.

“So, I’ll keep the geezer distracted all day and have him back here at exactly 6:30 tonight.” “That’s perfect Steve, thank you.”

You kissed his cheek then he turned to leave. Soon it would be time to transform pieces of the compound back in time.

You twiddled your thumbs in your room, waiting for Bucky to come shower from his training session and leave with Steve. As much as you wanted to spend the whole day with your boyfriend, you knew seeing everything put together for tonight will make it worth it.

As soon as the two men left, you were what Steve would say, “cooking with gas.” You were running around the compound like a crazy person. Luckily some of Bucky’s teammates volunteered their assistance to party decorating. Nat and Tony left to handle picking up balloons. You got to work stringing up some lights around the bar and living room. Your favorite decoration addition you found was the patriotic bunting. Tony suggested you hang up an Uncle Sam recruitment poster, but you felt that might be taking it a step too far. You didn’t want Bucky to feel like he was being sent back into battle.

By 4:00 the decorations were set, and everything else was almost ready. Bucky’s teammates insisted you go relax and get yourself ready.

“You’ve been working so hard on this,” Nat said. “You deserve to enjoy this party as much as Bucky. We can handle the rest of the minor details, go start on your transformation.”

With a hug you left for your room. To get in the 1940’s spirit, you put one of Bucky’s favorite vinyl records, an album by Glenn Miller, on the turn table. Sitting in front of your vanity, you began on your makeup. Luckily in this department the decade was fairly simple. You decided for the sake of the celebration to do it up a little more, but not much. You went for the neutral shades, adding a little black and gold to make it a bit more of an evening look. You swiped on your mascara, followed by the dusting on of some blush. You decided to wait to put on your lipstick until you were getting ready to head down to the party. Next came your outfit. You pulled your garment bag out from the back of your closet. You’ve wanted to show Bucky this dress many times but kept reminding yourself the surprise would be worth the wait. Laying the bag on your bed, you unzip the front and reveal the navy-blue fabric. Seeing the dress in front of you makes you grin, eager for Bucky to see you. The only person to see your outfit put together so far is Steve.

His response had been along the lines of “sweetheart, you look dynamite.”

Now to hope Bucky will feel the same. First you grabbed your stockings, nude with a black seam going straight up the backs of your legs. Next, the dress. It was a beautiful dress. You were proud of the sewing. Hopefully you’ll be able to wear this dress more often, it would be a waste to only see tonight. Pulling the dress on and getting it situated, you look in the mirror. The A line skirt ended right at your knee; the waist cinched in with the matching navy belt, sleeves resting just above your elbow. The neckline of the dress had been what you struggled with the most, too many options. Looking at it now, you know you made the right choice. You decided on a round neck, a slightly larger dip, to show off a little bit of your collar bones. Learning that had been a fashion trend of the pretty conservative decade made Bucky’s love of your collar bones make a little more sense. Your shoes would go on right before your lipstick. It was time to take out those pin curls. You had hurried to set your hair in them as soon as Bucky and Steve left the compound. After six hours you hoped they had enough time to set. Carefully pulling out the pins you watched the curls settle. You breathed a sigh of relief when they seemed to turn out perfectly. The soft curls fell delicately around your face and down your shoulders. Looking at the clock you realize it is 6:10. Steve would be back with Bucky soon. Giddy and a little nervous, you grab your navy peep toe heels and slide them on. For your final touch, you pick up your victory red lipstick and swipe it across your lips.

Standing with Bucky’s friends you take a moment to admire the room. It looks absolutely beautiful. Not that you have any experience with living in the 40’s, but it at least looks like it could be a scene from a movie about the decade. All of his friends look fantastic, in outfits reminiscent of the decade. Big band music played softly in the background, warming your heart. 6:28. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest. You don’t have too long to worry, as you hear keys jingling in the door. You hear muffled voices, then the door opens.

“Surprise!” you and all of Bucky’s friends shout.

Bucky looks absolutely shocked, eyes scanning the whole scene before landing on you. Speechless. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You walk towards him, placing a hand on his chest and stretching up to kiss his cheek.

“Happy birthday, James.”

He stares at you, mouth slightly open. You giggle and blush under such an intense scan. Finally, he finds his words.

“Baby doll, you look…” His eyes kept wandering your form. “…you’re a bombshell.”

Your blush deepened at his words. Now it was your turn to find your voice again.

“Before you get too settled, there’s one more part to the surprise. Go on up with Steve for a minute but try to come back in a jiffy.”

You could see the smile in his eyes.

Only a few minutes later, Bucky and Steve are walking down the stairs freshly dressed in their outfits you sewed. You gasp, taken aback by the beauty of this man in front of you. Sure, you’d seen some photographs of Bucky pre-war and some even during, but he’d never looked more handsome than right now. Bucky’s eyes immediately find you and makes a beeline your way. His metal hand finds its way to the small of your back, sending a tingle straight up your spine. The love in his eyes is impossible to miss as he stares into your own.

“Doll, this is…killer diller.”

You can’t help but giggle as you watch the man you love travel back in time, his dialect shifting and Brooklyn accent becoming more pronounced.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself, dreamboat.” Bucky’s grin grows as you try to assimilate yourself into his past. His ears perk up when the song changes to “In the Mood” by Glenn Miller. The up-tempo swing always makes him even happier.

“Come cut a rug with me doll,” he asks you.

How can you say no to him on his birthday? Even if dancing really isn’t your thing.

“Bucky, you know I’m a dead hooper.”

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’ll lead you.”

Caving in, you take his outstretched hand and follow him to the center of the floor where some people are swaying. Once you got going, you had to admit you were having fun dancing with Bucky to this song. The music faded to the next song, another Glenn Miller classic, “Tuxedo Junction.” This one was one of your favorites. The song wasn’t too slow, but Bucky didn’t care. He took the opportunity to pull you impossibly close to his chest, wrapping his right arm around your waist and taking your right hand in his left. In his arms is where you felt safest.

“You really do look absolutely stunning, (Y/N),” Bucky whispered into your ear.

Smiling, you rested your head against his chest and focused on his heartbeat.

“I hope this party is okay,” you say to him.

Still swaying together, Bucky takes his hand from yours to put his fingers under your chin, pushing your head up to meet his gaze.

“Doll, it is absolutely perfect. Thank you.”

He brushes his lips against yours and smiles. His hand doesn’t go back to yours, instead finding your slightly exposed collar bone. His fingers dance softly across the spot a few times and you melt into his touch. This time his lips meet your neck, right behind your ear.

When his lips separate from you he says “I wouldn’t protest seeing you in this dress more often.”

No matter how many compliments or flirtatious sayings fall from his lips, each one sends butterflies to your stomach as if it were the first time hearing them. His words are always sweet as honey.

As the song hits its last note, Bucky takes you by the hand and spins you away from him before pulling you back in, hands finding your waist. He cranes his head down, kissing you with all the love he has for you, stealing the breath out of your lungs.

“Best birthday ever, baby doll.”

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Soundtrack

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Request: Hey! Could you do an imagine where y/n is a pianists/musician and she meets Timothée on set (or something like that). Few months later she wins an Oscar for CMBYN soundtrack and Tim is proud of her. He could be a boyfriend or just a friend (it’s up to you ). Thanks! Have a nice day!

 Music was all you ever knew. All you ever cared for and loved.

Since the moment you were able to reach your grandma’s piano, all you did was sit there while she taught you.

Then your obsession became your passion and you were very talented in it. While others were playing around, going to high school, had boyfriends, you composed and practiced.

You won many prizes with your performance and then came the biggest opportunity, you got the job to compose, write songs and music for movies.

You started off with small projects and small or short songs. But then Call Me By Your Name came around. A movie about two men in love. You read the novel and absolutely loved it, you couldn’t wait to see the movie itself.

When all of your soundtracks and the main theme song was done, you met the cast.

Armie Hammer took you off of your legs in a matter of seconds with his sweetness, however, the one who caught your eye was Timothée. And something in you told you that he liked you just as much as you did.

However after that one time, you didn’t meet with him.

Months passed and you got new jobs. Then you got the news that the movie will be premiering and you were to attend the red carpet event.

It wasn’t unusual for you to be standing in front of hundreds of people, but this was slightly different. Because as soon as you arrived, you were bombed with interviewers asking questions.

Was this normal to ask the composer?

Thankfully during a rather uncomfortable interview, you felt a hand on your back and as you looked there he stood, head full of curls, smile just as wide as on the day you met and he looked extremely handsome in a suit.

“Let me help.” he whispered to you.

He must have noticed how uncomfortable you were with the cameras and people around you, and he came to your rescue. And thanks to him, you soon found yourself to be in a more secure place.

“Thank you.” you said smiling at him.

“You are not used to this, are you?”

“Oh, I had many competitions and I used to perform in front of people, but this was a bit much.”

“Understandable. I’m sorry if I’m rude, but I cannot remember seeing you during shootings, which was your character?” he asked, and you had to admit his thinking face was rather cute.

“Oh, no, you got it wrong. I’m not an actress, I wrote the soundtrack for the movie! We met once back in March I think.”

“I’m sorry. I remember now. You are quite something, the soundtrack came out amazing.” he smiled.

“Thank you. I will have to see about your acting though. I haven’t seen it yet.” at that the two of you laughed a bit, then he had to leave.

You were so disappointed that you couldn’t sit next to him. Timothée wasn’t only handsome and charming but something about him helped you keep your calm.

You loved the movie, however, it was a bit weird to hear the songs you heard thousands of times before, but they sure fit.

You were pleased with the end result and the movie as well. The story was still heart-warming for you and the acting, perfection.

Too bad you couldn’t tell Timothée that.

That’s what you thought, but fate and Timothée had other ideas.

***

You wanted to try yourself out in a competition. They were advertising their show where they were looking for young talented pianists who wrote their own songs on the tv the other week and you decided to sign up.

You weren’t really in it to win, it was more for that you needed to write more and move out a bit.

You had a month left and you were still struggling to finish your piano piece. Since you just got the news that Call Me By Your Name soundtrack got nominated for the Oscar’s and you could potentially win an Oscar for it, blew your mind, you were so shocked and happy, you couldn’t think straight for days.

That is how you found yourself in your studio, sitting by the piano, with a pen in one hand the other on your half-finished piece.

Nothing seemed to work. You decided to go with a piece about love and passion. You wanted to feel the same as you did when you did the movie’s soundtrack. You remember feeling all sorts of things purely based on the novel you read.

Even if you never really experienced love before. Then Timothée popped into your head.

And as if a lightbulb got lit above your head, you threw the papers away to grab new ones.

Your new strategy was simple, yet effective, a piano play about crushes.

That could work.

You were so into the song, you didn’t hear the knock on the door behind you. The door opened and a person came in, you failed to notice since you were distracted and you couldn’t hear because of the piano.

However when a hand was placed onto your shoulder, it made you jump and nearly fall off the chair.

“Sorry, sorry. I knocked but you didn’t seem to hear.”

That voice.

And surely enough, Timothée was standing right in front of you. With a hand still placed onto your chest in a weak attempt to calm yourself, you gave him a small smile.

“It’s okay, I was just…in thought.”

“It actually sounded rather nice. Sad but happy at the same time. What is it about?” he asked so casually like it wasn’t weird at all that he was just there out of nowhere. But you just went with it as he sat beside you.

“It’s for a contests I signed up for. The theme is… crushes. I just… something about it is both sad and happy, like you have these feelings for someone you barely know, and it's sad because you know you just can’t reach them and happy because it makes you all fuzzy and warm when you think about them.”

“WOW. You really are talented. To tell a story like that with piano…amazing. I can relate to that feeling.” you watched him as he just sat there, staring at the piano key and then he hit it with one finger.

Then you got an idea. You started to play the piano duet from Tim Buton’s Corpse Bride. He seemed to recognize it, but it was clear, he couldn’t play it. You heard that he practiced playing the piano and the guitar.

“I’m sure you’ll win.” he said after you ended the song.

“Thank you, it’s a small competition bu-“

“No, I meant the Oscar.” he said as you locked eyes with him. You blushed a little.

“I can’t possibly win that. Have you seen the others? They are experienced. I was just lucky even to get nominated. People might just be confusing a great story and amazing acting with the soundtrack.”

“You can’t possibly think that to be true. I think, that 1/3 of a movie is acting and the story and 2/3 is the music. Music makes people emotional, music is what makes us help feel things. Like in sad moments, if you put the right song over it, people are sure to cry or laugh or feel the tension. You did an incredible job. When I first saw the scenes with the music over them, it blew me away, I needed to know who did such an amazing job. You will win for sure.”

“Thank you, really. I feel a bit more confident now, I still have my doubts and when I go next week, I’m sure I’ll faint, but still, thank you.” he smiled at you, that signature happy smile of his.

“Then, we should go together. I’m invited anyway, and if we go together, it might help you calm down.”

“Good idea. I have to ask though. Are we going as…friends or?”

“No, you’ll be my date. If you want to, I don’t want to pressure you or anything.”

“I’d love to.”

***

You never actually went out to buy a dress like this one before but since you will be attending the biggest award show, with no other than Timothée, you needed to look good. You even called your best friend to come and help you out. And he delivered. He chose you a gorgeous dress, the color complimented your skin complexion, and the length was perfect for your height. Your back wasn’t covered by fabric, however, the dress did have a jewel-like back. You looked marvelous in the dress and you knew, Timothée will love it.

So, you stood in front of your mirror, looking at yourself for the hundredth time when the doorbell rang.

You opened the door, and it was exactly who you expected. With his curly hair, amazing eyes, and smile.

“You look beautiful.” he said as he handed you a bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you, and for the flowers too.” you went to place the delicate flowers into a vase while he came after you and looked around your home. He had to admit, it was exactly how he imagined it. It was almost like someone looked up musician aesthetics on Pinterest and made a home out of it. But he had to also admit that it looked rather nice and homey.

When you came back with the vase and placed it on your table, you found Timothée petting your cat. Weird, your cat never liked strangers or anyone besides you really.

“She likes you.” you said as he looked at you while the cat purred and rubbed its head against Timothée’s hand.

“She’s cute.”

After that the two of you left and you were very nervous.

You knew you wouldn’t win the Oscar, yet you were hopeful. And with Timothée by your side, you were able to calm down and walk the red carpet, even answered some questions about the two of you.

Timothée didn’t hide the fact that he saw you more than a friend, an interviewer asked if you were his date which he responded with, “I’m her date!” You didn’t mind it though, at least you knew what to expect from him.

You ended up winning.

Which shocked you so much, you froze when you heard your name being called, Timothée was the one to push you to stand and get your award.

After everything went down and you could finally go home, you could only think about the fact that you were an Oscar winning composer. You felt wonderful, joyful, and proud. And you will surely call every person you know the next day and show them your new treasure.

Little did you know that the gold statue not only awarded you with a new chapter of your life in composing and music, but with a new relationship too with a certain handsome actor none the less.

And what a wonderful boyfriend Timothée was. You told him from the beginning that you weren’t good with love, since you never really had time for it. He was more than understanding with you. He not only inspired and helped you, but he also took you wherever he went. He took you all around the world. When he took you to France for a weekend, just the two of you, he even spoke French, which didn’t really shock you, but you had to admit, it sounded sexy when he spoke a different language.

“You look absolutely stunning tonight.” you heard him whisper in your ear as the two of you stood on the balcony of the hotel room. It was late at night and of course, your room had a direct view at the Eiffel Tower.

“Thank you.” you said as you felt him squeeze you closer to him. Heat radiated off of him, and it made you feel cozy.

You knew that this was only the beginning of your love story with Timothée, but something in you told you that the two of you were meant to be. Your life felt more than full with him in it.

All thanks to a movie.

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Today a small cloud of a dog came to the gallery, a bichon frise with a slight snaggle tooth and some residual feces just below its asshole that really shows up on well-groomed white fur. She seemed only to respond to men who pet her with absolutely no time for the fairer sex

I feel her circa 2010 when I thought girls had done nothing but burn me and I preferred to be one of the boys which at that time meant a kind of ongoing contest to see how much of a degenerate one could be in conversation and internet searches. Still unsure of my own sexuality, femininity, it was freeing to forget it all and instead complain about girls’ putrid mind games, their patchy menstrual cycles (I didn’t yet have one of my own), their varying degrees of hotness in MySpace photos. I had plenty of grievances to air, but what I wanted more from being one of the boys was permission not to shower, permission not to emote, permission to discuss books written by men and, crucially, to kick and throw street litter as far as I could

Eventually this misogyny of mine fell away and all of the boys grew into men busy with coke habits and generally falling short of their potential. I had such high hopes for them penning great David Foster Wallace-esque novels, their bands skyrocketing, perhaps professionally skateboarding well into their 40s, their bodies remade in CGI for some future Tony Hawk game release. These were not worthless men, but I often think the cooler you are as a teen the more directionless an adult you become - further to fall

This is all to say that two of the girls I used to eye with suspicion have reentered my life after 7-10 years and invited me for dinner tonight. I was nervous in the way all girls from my last make me very nervous and I’m going to pretend this made me graze the back of a stranger’s Fiat trying to park just off the Kingsland Rd. The girl in the car yelling at me drew a small crowd who gathered to critique my driving, she asked me to wait for her brother to arrive who owned the car

Nobody under 60 ever wants to “Do Insurance” anymore so R and J, my two dinner hosts, saw me again for the first time in a decade running from an ATM with £200 to fix the (entirely cosmetic) damage, sweating and apologetic. This is the third time I’ve fucked with someone’s car, Gretel always emerges unscathed on account of her butch form which only fuels the guilt, and every time it makes me want to cry, ironically, like a girl

It felt important to press on with the dinner despite every fibre of my being politely requesting that I flee the scene to watch Curb Your Enthusiasm alone and ruminate. I did, which in the world of minuscule victories makes me a kind of champion

So give me the headlines, R says, whose appearance has not changed since 2011 in a good way. Art, music, I say. She tells me boyfriend for 6 years and PR, that she writes celebrity interviews celebrities don’t have time to do. She is poorly compensated and calls herself a “child bride” which I understand to be a nod to her Vietnamese heritage, but she’s happy. J is going to be a lawyer and is in love with an American doctor. She has a very small black Siamese cat who stole my lighter for playing purposes, ate a lot of kale

We reminisced over dinner with today’s post-metoo hindsight on the toxic group of male friends we were once a part of, and learned all of us had had one sexual experience of another with almost all of them. The key difference, I pointed out, was that with R and J they’d brag and with me they each told me sternly never to tell anyone

I felt a sudden wave of past humiliation, not only at being someone with a tribal tattoo’s source of shame but of how poor my mental state was and how many bottles of piss were in my room when these boys would sneak in, wasted, in the middle of the night. I wanted in to that friendship group so hard but was never a card-carrying member, and to spend the night with me was to jeopardise your street cred

I recall out loud the holiday we all took to Hvar aeons ago and the photo still floating around online somewhere of R, J and our friend S doing hot girl shit (flashing the skyline on top of a mountain climbed via moped?), bare backs to the camera, and me, face to the camera, with an excruciatingly low BMI in a soiled dress from H&M

I wish the photo depicted my opting out of femininity but really it’s me resigning myself to never being hot the way I wanted to be. R and J don’t remember this, probably because it was one of hundreds of similar photos capturing their natural beauty taken over ten years. All they remember is me consuming a seafood tower like it was my last meal, and in some ways it was

Though the night brought up a lot of awful painful dated shit, I couldn’t sit there and pretend I’d change any of it

Their stories revealed a darker, druggier, rapier side to the parties and excursions I yearned for from a very specific hospital bed, anyway. I remember texting people from a little screen attached to the bed’s structure, saying something like “I’m being fed through my nose lol” as if to communicate my inescapable turmoil but to also reassure them I was still a fun outgoing lady open to any and all bacchanals. I never got responses, and I didn’t expect to

Tonight the years condensed into one gross smoothie that I could either continue to chug or I could throw out and play scrabble with the two girls-now-women who witnessed parts of it. We played scrabble, their idea not mine. When the board came out I realised just how much I wanted to play, how perfect a night dinner and scrabble after a driving incident was

I lost pretty badly, my letters were poor but I was also nervous, it felt like the past was at stake. It’s also an unendearing trait I developed for being around hot women where I have to prove my intellect. Instead I lost and ranted about American politics. I turned to look at the three of us with our trays of tiles in the dining room mirror and felt deeply oversized and ugly, ascertained that there is never any good news for me in any mirror

Nonetheless I left happy and dazed, and motivated to continue on my weird path to some version of woman-ness I can live with, and also to buy some soundproofing underlay for a new rug

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

This might be boring but... thoughts on the seventeen comeback?

Not boring at all, Imma go ham so this might be boring for y’all lmao

Songs

Fearless - I love the opening with the pattern in vocables I think it sounds so cool. I really love the rock influence, especially into the chorus I think it’s great when they do that. The contrast of that with Wonwoo’s voice into the second verse is so good. That call back to Fear is amazing I am such a massive Slut for that. The ad libs at the end are amazing as always

Left and Right - cool right from the start. I really love that they pulled for early 2000s influences. The prechorus and then the horns in the in the chorus feel like a reference to that as well as call back to their earlier music, in particular  mansae and very nice. Seungkwan’s part in the second verse is heavenly. Also it has a fade out at the end and that’s like, I commend Mr.Lee Jihoon on attention to detail with that.

I Wish - From the start, this one goes the hardest with the nostalgic sounds. It’s a little jazzy in the way early 2000s ballads did. And the use of synthy instruments for that accents to the melody like I just love it it’s rally like a whole blast from the past. Oh and the rap towards the end with the vocal under it, perfection.

My My - I am this song’s bitch. It’s very much the cute song that’s in line with their other sounds like Snap Shoot and so much Oh My and that whole mini. The prechorus bit that Jihoon does the first time and Seungkwan the second time is one of my favourite melodies Lee Jihoon has ever written and it perfectly captures the whole idea of this mini album. 

Kidult - Oh a whole ass song. I love love love the chorus that’s what hooked me for this song like it feels nostalgic and like long car rides or sitting around the fire and just being caught between kid and adult with your friends it’s just perfect. Also catch me learning the ad libs at the end.

Together - Just yes, from the first note yes. Again the rock influence that they always do so well. The prechorus bit done in unison oh I’m such a sucker for that shit. It juts, oh it hits me right in the heart. I love that the lyrics will change up their cadence but there’s this continuous drum beat underneath drives the song forward which is fitting when the translation of the title is more like “Come with me” to “Let’s go together.”  Also that bit in the bride that ascending line with the affect on the voice oh god i love that. And ending on that high violin note just yes.

Overall, I think they really manage to capture the feeling and idea of youth that they were going for in sound and content. The only thing I’m sad about is not having unit songs.

MVs

My My - I know a lot of people didn’t like it but I think it’s cute. I like the overall look and the styling a lot. I know it’s visually busy but I don’t mind and tbh are we really gonna complain about that when Clap exists? Like I love Clap but there’s so much happening visually. I think the dark colouring works with the time of day they were going for. I think it’s really whimsical. I think Jihoon sitting on the trailer is just the best thing ever. Jun piloting the ship and Chan’s smile is so precious. Oh MY GOD Seungkwan?? He looks so good it’s ridiculous. I hate when the jam sings that’s cursed. I think the pool scene is cute but I wish we got to see more of the dance. Cheol’s pink hair yes i loved it.

Left and Right - LOVE the styling and makeup I think it’s so so cool. Cheol’s part, yes it’s so good and he looks so good I’m so glad my husband is back. Lmao when they let Seungkwan run and everyone else just starts dancing, also dancing over Jihoon while he lies on the ground, throwing Soonie in the hair (thoush my coworker said that has to do with henggarae so that’s fair) and Cheol blasting off in the car, pure crack. Omg Soonie’s care suit is so cute I love it. I love Hansol’s into Chan’s into Seungkwan’s parts so much  that whole sequence is amazing. omg Joshua turning the signs like it’s some big thing. But then Seokmin’s lie just after that is perfection. Oh and Jihoon’s leather pants fuck me up. 

Comeback Show

Left and Right - Really tied the theme together for me seeing the opening like it’s so clear and I just love it. I love the choreo as always but the styling takes the cake on this one. I also really love the little hip wiggle. And Seungkwan is ending me. And Joshua is too cocky.

Mansae - The styling is too much fun and the changes are fresh. I like that it helps bring out the contrast and the call backs in Left and Right. Seokmin looks like he’s right out the turn of the millennium. Joshua forgot not to be sexy. There choreo has also come so far. 

My My - Seungkwan in those shorts and knee highs will forever be my fav thing. Also the choreo is so cute. I love starting on the floor. I love Jihoon’s steering wheel. I love the waves. I love the Minghao, Wonwoo, Hansol bit. I love teh carrying Seungkwan. I love Jun reaching for the camera, And when I tell you I LOVE the campfire!!

Hit - The styling on this was so cool. Lmao Jun’s one arm out. I forgot how much I love Seungkwan’s part with Jeonghan and then Chan in the dance. Also lord this must have been a long day for them

Fearless - The most grandiose thing they’ve done thus far It gives me Dionysus by BTS vibes (which if you haven’t seen the stages for that go watch them). I love the opening and the spiral in and Hansol’s whole everything. I love that the styling calls back to fear. Jeonghan’s dancing is amazing he is such an underrated dancer. Wonwoo up in the air like a king oh boy. The chorus choreo is just amazing.  The first flyer was cool but when I tell you I almost screamed at Jeonghan running up their backs and trust falling good lord. Seungkwan and Seokmin’s mirror is inspired. It’s some of the best choreography they have ever done.

#mercy's thoughts #random #anon #ask game

[alj4890]

Prompt Request/Rachel Green Friends Quote/Kiss Prompt

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) with the quote,"Do you have to do that? Today is Saturday!" as requested by @krsnlove and an almost kiss as requested by Anonymous.

(Thomas x Amanda) in a preview to the series that will begin after And Then I Met You finishes.

A/N: This idea for the new series was requested a while back (sorry for taking so long Nonny!) It will show what would have happened if Amanda had left Thomas after completing the screenplay and participated in the social season to find Liam a bride. *On a personal note these songs are in memory of my aunt who passed away in April of 2013. She would always play songs from the 50′ & 60's whenever we were togethers 💙

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Masterlist

Songs: Midnight Confessions by The Grass Roots and These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding

Yearning

Thomas turned his TV off and looked up at the ceiling. He knew Amanda was most likely still in her room, typing at an alarming pace.

And for some reason, her dedicated work ethic to their screenplay was getting on his nerves.

He wondered why she was in such a hurry to finish. The past three months proved they could live together with no problems at all.

Well. Almost. There was that one little, minuscule, shouldn't really be examined too closely problem.

The sparks.

Time had only made them worse. Or more noticable. Or something that the two had seemed to silently agree to never discuss.

Ignoring it had only made the sparks of attraction between them multiply faster than the speed of light.

He wasn't going to focus on that. He also wasn't going to focus on the fact that he had begun to try and think of a way around his no dating someone you work with policy.

Thomas knew he had to get his mind actively engaged before he did something he would later regret.

He got up and went into his office. There was nothing there that demanded his attention, which meant that his thoughts would immediately revert the lady upstairs typing.

He glanced around, hoping for a miracle and noticed his old LP albums.

"Hmm?" He pulled them out and began to categorize them in alphabetical order.

This still wasn't enough to keep him from thinking of Amanda. He decided to play some albums he had not listened to in a while.

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"I need a break." Amanda muttered to herself. She rose from her chair and groaned as her muscles cramped from sitting in one position for so long.

Her eyes were burning from the many hours spent staring at her laptop's screen. All this work had to be done for two purposes: (a) Keep her mind from dwelling on the director downstairs that she was desperately in love with, and (b) Complete this screenplay before she had to return to Cordonia and participate in the search for Liam's queen.

Everything had seemed so perfect when a month earlier, Thomas had taken her to Lake Tahoe for a weekend away. She sensed that they were on the very precipice of either falling in love or would strictly remain friends. Then fate decided to throw a cruel twist in her way.

Liam called with the news that Leo had abdicated. Amanda would have to return for the social season. She would be forced, as a single Cordonian noble, to put herself up as a potential bride.

Her princely friend had also swore her to secrecy. The Royal family was waiting until the last moment to announce Liam being the new heir to the throne.

It took all her courtly training to keep a pleasant smile on her face throughout the conversation. She knew this meant that she (a) Couldn't tell Thomas how she felt, (b) Had to rush and finish the screenplay, and (c) Was going to be miserable at home.

She could still picture Thomas' surprise when she suggested they write up some scenes while away.

Do you have to do that? Today is Saturday!" He grumbled later that day when she persisted in going through more in-depth ideas for the love scenes.

Thomas tempered his tone when he noticed her shock at his irritated outburst. "This was supposed to be a break for us."

She bit her lip, then spoke the lie that she simply couldn't turn her mind off. The screenplay was consuming her.

But that wasn't true. Only one thing kept her thoughts so easily fixated: Thomas.

She had been so open with Thomas, that hiding this cursed situation from him seemed like a lie. Like she was cheating on him.

Perhaps she felt the latter so acutely because she had already given him her heart without his knowledge.

Amanda could definitely use a break. She sighed and left her room. She paused halfway down the stairs when she heard the music. The beginning chords caused her mind to go back to her life with her late uncle.

With a smile forming, she went toward the room that seemed to be the source of the memorable sound.

After quietly approaching the open doorway, she let her eyes touch on Thomas. He was surrounded by albums. His turntable sat before him as he considered what to play next.

Amanda thought he looked so handsome. The heather gray long sleeved t-shirt conformed over his chest and arms. His stubble that had formed throughout the night had yet to be shaved, making him appear even more sexy in her opinion.

She wasn't quite certain what her favorite look on him was. She loved how handsome he was in formal wear. His typical dressy casual matched his personality. Seeing him like this in such comfortable clothing made her smile. She had come to learn this was his look for the days he had no intention of working or going out.

As he picked up yet another album to debate playing, she cleared her throat.

His head jerked up in surprise. "I didn't disturb you, did I?"

She grinned. If he only knew..."Not at all. I heard the music as I came downstairs."

He relaxed some at that. "Does this mean you are done for the day?"

Amanda knew she should say no, but she wanted to spend time with him. She knew it would hurt horribly when she left, but she didn't care. She needed to be near him if even for an hour or two.

"I am." She stepped over the stacks of albums and sat down beside him. "Are you taking requests?"

His lips curved. "I usually do not." He cut his eyes to her. "But I suppose for you, I could make an exception."

That one dimple appeared with her smile. He knew he should not be held enthralled with a lopsided smile. Yet, he had come to find it endearingly her.

"The Grass Roots!" She exclaimed. "My uncle used to play their albums whenever he thought we needed a dance break."

Thomas quirked an eyebrow. "A break from dancing?"

Amanda laughed. "No, a break to dance." She leaned over and set the record down, placed the needle at the edge, and pulled Thomas off the couch.

His eyes widened. "What are we doing?"

She began to move. "We are dancing."

He stood transfixed. "You know the dances from the 1960's?"

Amanda bobbed her head in answer. She did the Frug, the Shimmy, and the Swim.

Her smile grew flirty. "Come on, Mr. Hunt. Show me what you can do."

He slowly shook his head. "I don't--"

She placed her hands on his hips and had him move with the beat.

His cheeks darkened under his stubble. "I'm not--this type of dance--" his breath caught when she moved behind him. Her hands moved him like a puppet.

Her smile was glowing when she came back around. "There you go."

He snorted and tried to mirror her movements. If something like this made her look at him with such warmth, he might have to take dance lessons.

Her eyes lit with excitement when the next song began. "Midnight Confessions! This is one of my favorites!" She took his hands and kept him moving.

They were both caught up in the moment. As if on cue they sang along with the chorus while keeping their body moving to the beat.

In my midnight confessions

When I tell all the world that I love you

In my midnight confessions

When I say all the things that I want to

I love you

When the song ended, the two collapsed on the sofa, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

Thomas wasn't quite ready to let the moment pass without finding the answer to a question that had plagued him at some of the parties they had attended together.. He flipped through his albums and found just the one he was looking for. This song would allow him to finally find out how it felt to hold her in his arms.

She watched him curiously when he set the needle down and took her hands.

With a quick jerk, he had her in his arms. Her breathless oh made him smile.

Otis Redding's song of These Arms of Mine began.

Thomas held her pressed to his body as he slow danced with her to the song. He thought the lyrics were hitting a little too close to home, especially

These arms of mine, they are yearning

Yearning from wanting you

And if you would let them hold you

Oh, how grateful I will be

The feeling of each other moving in sync made those sparks flare to life. The moment seemed perfect for lips to touch. To discover what would happen when the match was finally struck.

His eyes had settled on her mouth. One quick glance up had revealed she was staring at his own lips.

Thomas knew the time was at hand to finally feel how her lips felt under his...submitting, urging, demanding...

As if they were of the same mind, the two moved even closer. Amanda's eyelashes fluttered closed as her head slightly tilted back and to the left. Thomas dropped his head down. They could feel the other's excited breath.

Their lips barely touched, sensations along their skin danced with the near completion.

They jerked apart when they heard Addison and Holly coming through the front door.

"Hey!" Addison yelled out. "We have been knocking forever out there." She came in the study and turned the music down.

Holly noticed the awkward stance of the couple and the flushed cheeks. "Everything okay?"

"Yes." Thomas answered quickly. "We were merely going through my albums."

"That's what we came over for!" Addison exclaimed. "Matt is throwing a party next week and we talked him into making it a sixties theme."

Amanda nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. "Sounds fun."

Addison placed her hands on her hips. "You two are going to come, right?'

"Yes." Thomas abruptly replied at the same time Amanda said, "Of course."

"Can we borrow some of your albums?" Holly asked.

Thomas waved toward the stacks. "Help yourself."

Addison hugged him. "Thanks professor!" She knelt and began to shift through the selections. "We need some we can easily dance to."

Amanda and Thomas shared a look. Both smiled softly.

"You're in luck." Thomas said. "Amanda happens to not only be a connoisseur of this music, she is also an excellent teacher of the era's dances."

Holly slowly smiled. "Were you two dancing when we walked in?"

"That's why no one answered their phone or the door." Addison concluded with a teasing grin.

The couple blushed and quickly found reasons to be anywhere else in the house than with the two matchmakers.

"I think something almost happened." Holly whispered.

"Good. Then Matt's party can make something even more happen between them." Addison whispered. Her voice was filled with determination. "We have to get them together."

#Thomas Hunt #thomas hunt x amanda #rcd thomas hunt #choices thomas hunt #and then i met you #and then i left you #rachel green prompts

[musicofglassandwords]

The Past: Part One

we are now beginning a series about five hundred years before the time The Vanished Kingdom actually takes place, where the guardians are still the same age they look.

we’re going to go on the journey with them as they discover their powers and learn to work together, because contrary to popular belief, they didn’t always get along :P

Also, these snippets are totally not going to be in chronological order, so please keep that in mind.

For this particular one, the guardians came into being during a time when the skylals were the cause of a war between Valon Taivas and several other countries, which led to a lot of animosity between the skylals and their people. 

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“A wedding?” Sahrina asked, stepping into Ella’s room, “What was Violet thinking?” 

The blond girl looked up from her bureau, quickly knotting the sash around her soft white dress, and picking up a brush. 

“I’m not sure,” Ella frowned, her expression a perfect mirror of the annoyance and confusion in Rina’s tone, “Violet said that they asked us to preside there, right? And then Prince says we have to go, because since they’re inviting the whole city and it will encourage support between the skylals and the Sources.”

“Who’s getting married anyway?” Rina jumped as the sound of Valera’s high voice came from the inside of Ella’s closet.  

“Two of the skylals, Henna and Taik,” Ella said, picking up the invitation on her desk and handing it to Rina.

“The thing is that we have support, it’s the other skylals who need to face it up,” Valera said stepping out of the closet in nothing but her underclothes.  

"We have to leave soon, hurry up, Val,” Ella said, “Are you ready, Sahr?” 

The seven of them had been together for about a year and a half now, and Ella had grown far more comfortable with them. She was grateful to Violet to not keeping her away form her family and the ability to live a normal life, but even so. Being a guardian was far more difficult than she had originally thought.  

“I am,” Rina spun around, dark green skirts shading down to black at the hem, “Do you need help with your hair?” 

“Please,” Ella sat down on her bed, and Rina started to braid half of her blond hair into a crown. “What are you wearing, Val?”  

“This, probably,” she held out an elegant amber gown, “Can I borrow your heels, Ell?”

“Go ahead,” she nodded peaceably, as Val slipped the dress on and started to violently brush her hair. “Are the boys almost done?” 

“I saw Violet scolding them in the hallway a minute ago,” Rina said, her mouth screwed up as she tried to smooth down Ella’s hair, “So probably?” 

“I heard Prince scolding Seth about not bringing weapons,” Valera added, “I have a feeling that he’s not going to listen though.”

“Finished.” Rina gave the braid a little pat, and smoothing her own hair as the girls made their way down the rickety stairs to the living room where Violet was shouting at Seth. 

“Someone tell Seth that he can’t bring weapons to the wedding,” she said turning to the girls, tripping and almost knocking the small table in the living room over. Her deep purple outfit had skirts that were slightly too long for her small frame. 

“You look very nice, Vi,” Ella said cheerfully, glancing warily at Seth who was glaring at Violet, a dagger in his left hand. Violet sent the other girls to fetch Prince, while trying to snatch the dagger out of Seth’s grip. 

“It’s better to be prepared,” he argued, easily dodging her lunges.  

“You have your spirit weapon,” she scolded, “that’s plenty.” 

Ella shook her head, and grinned at Kyran who was lounging on the sofa across the room, his suit already rumpled, half of the buttons fastened in the wrong holes.  

“You look pretty, Ella,” he said simply, sitting up, “Also, when are we supposed to leave, because at the rate things are going, we’re going to be hours late?” 

“Soon,” she patted his head, “You look very handsome except you also look like a mess.” 

“Hey, I tried,” he said indignantly, “I’ve never had an opportunity to wear these kind of clothes before.” 

Ella considered his outfit for a moment, remembering how she had seen her mother help her father suit up when he had to go meet with the merchants.  

“Here, stand up,” she said, and when he rose obediently, she started to put his buttons back into heir appropriate holes. After tucking in his collar and straightening his sleeves, she stared at his hair very pointedly.  

“Fine, I’ll get a brush,” he said, disappearing in a puff of smoke just as the rest of the guardians came down.  

Seth immediately burst into laughter, pointing at Prince, who glared icily back at him. His crisp dark suit was punctured with smoking, ragged holes exposing his white undershirt. 

“Why are you laughing?” Rina asked confusedly, while Violet took this opportunity to snatch the knife away.  

“He looks ridiculous!” Seth choked, falling back onto the floor, as an amber-haired boy inched his way out from the crowded entry way to stand next to Ella. She grinned up at Nato, who was neat and impeccable as usual. “He looks like thrown into the fire!”

“No,” Valera said in a matter of fact tone, “He accidentally exploded something in his room.”

“Not again!” Violet wailed, rushing to his side, and investigating the ruins of his clothing. “How many times have we talked about this!

“It’s not a big deal,” Prince said, pushing away his sister, and snapping his fingers, restoring his suit in a ripple of pale purple light.  

“Are we finally ready to go?” Ella asked, as Kyran reappeared his hair properly brushed. 

“Give us another few hours,” Valera rolled her eyes, “We might be almost pulled together by then.”

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The wedding venue was in shades of spring, swathes of fine Duya silk that must have been traded for before the Age of Apathy shimmered in the air. The bride and groom stood in the front of the venue as Violet marched the guardians to their seats.

 Marriages in Valon Taivas usually took place on bridges, as a sign of bloodlines joining together by the bond of marriage, and the guests were always seated on both sides. The vows began, and Ella watched, enraptured. 

She loved weddings. 

A few minutes later out of the corner of her eye, she saw Seth’s head lolling to the side with his eyes closed, and Kyran punching him in the arm. Seth’s jolted awake, his eyes flashing and he sighed loudly as if annoyed that the ceremony wasn’t yet over. 

“Do you believe in the hope of a better future for us and our kin?” The bride and groom were currently asking the traditional set of questions that were supposed to be spoken between them before they were officially married.

“Yes,” Henna smiled radiantly, and Rina passed Valera a handkerchief, as the petite red-head was weeping openly.  

“Do you–“ Henna was cut off as a Source ran up the bridge, which was considered sacred ground during a wedding. Her eyes were red, but her mouth was tight and drawn, and she was holding a slender sword.  

It gleamed in the sun, deadly and intent on its target. 

The Source said nothing as she lunged towards the skylals, the metal cutting deep into Taika’s long cape. Henna pulled Taika to her side, her eyes shining with a brilliant light, as she summoned her power, but before anything could happen, the Source cried out, buckling down. 

A dagger protruded from the arm of the Source, and a second one followed sinking deep into her leg. Dark crimson carved its way down the Source’s pale arm, and she sobbed out loud, still scrambling towards the skylals, her sword dangling limply in her free hand. 

Screaming began, and Rina rose, shaking a little, especially when she saw her parents in the audience. Violet nodded at the slender girl, and Rina took a deep breath, her eyes glowing. 

She pressed a finger to her lips, and green light emanated from her, calming the audience slightly, their words quieter and less harsh.

But Seth was undeterred. 

“DID YOU SEE THAT?” he hollered, and in the crowd, Ella could see his aunt standing stiffly, while his older cousins buried their faces in their hands from embarrassment.  “THAT PEFECT SHOT!” 

“SETH!” Violet yanked him down, “How could you do that? I told you not to bring weapons.” 

“Well, I didn’t care,” he sneered, pumping his fist, right before Kyran punched him in the lower neck. he dropped to the ground like a stone, his eyes rolling back in his head.  

“You are welcome,” Kyran said sitting back down, and smoothing down his hair. “Rina, care to go help them out?” 

“I’ll go too,” Ella said, her heart aching for the poor bride and groom.  Kyran snagged the edges of both their sleeves and the disappeared and reappeared on the bridge, where the families of both were already gathered, picking u the Source, who alternately snarled, sobbed, and screamed at the skylals. 

“Shh,” Rina said gently, pressing a hand to her temple, and the young woman stilled, and Kyran set to work removing Seth’s daggers from her body, as Rina healed the gaping wounds.  

“I’m sorry,” Ella turned to the skylals, “You ought to continue with the ceremony. We can take care of this.” 

Henna and Taik just looked at her, and nodded, shaking the slightest bit. Kyran disappeared along with Rina with the body, and Ella ushered everyone back to their seats.  But there was still one more disturbance to take care of.

 Seth’s Aunt Tarla had marched over to them and was shaking him and screaming at him.

Seth was still unconscious.  

“How could you do that and make such a scene!” she bellowed at him, yanking at him cruelly, “You are disgracing this House, your parents would be terribly ashamed.” 

Seth’s parents had died three years ago, and his aunt had overtaken the legacy of the House of Arenciel instead of Seth himself, deeming him too young to take up the duties as the head. So Seth had run away, relying on his unwieldy powers to help him survive.

“You’re going to give him severe brain damage,” Ella turned gratefully, to find her mother standing there, gently pulling Seth away from his aunt. 

 “Asta,” Ella said with relief, giving her a quick hug, “Where’s Ba?”  

“Trying to keep Sahrina’s parents calm.” She took Taka’s arm, and escorted her back to her seat, after giving Ella a kiss. 

“Please continue,” Violet said loudly, glaring around the venue, “Right now!”

A half hours later, the ceremony had concluded, and Prince was sending of streaks of brilliant purple light into the air as the newlyweds kissed and descended down the bridge.

Prince ushered them towards the courtyard where the food and dancing were to begin. The Source had been detained and Violet was currently talking to her, but she’d instructed the guardians to enjoy themselves for the rest for the night. 

The sky was darkening to a sunset of gold, rose and blood-red, a gorgeous sky for a gorgeous night. 

Slipping between the crowds of silken skirts, Ella searched for the rest of the guardians who had mysteriously disappeared. Stopping by a long table of food to take a glass of star cider, she felt someone yank on the edge of her skirt.

Laughing silently as she looked around to make sure no one was watching, she slipped underneath the table cloth to find the six other guardians grinning mischievously at her. An orb of orange light lit up their faces alone with what looked like an entire table’s worth of food.

“Good wedding,” Seth said approvingly, his mouth full.

“For you maybe,” Kyran said, his head almost completely bowed over as he tried not to hit his head on the table, “How do always keep weapons on you?”

Seth looked at Kyran solemnly and handed him a fruit tart as Nato and Valera bickered over the charka, flaky honey-drizzled pastry. 

Rina was already nearly asleep, her head on Prince’s shoulder, her lips stained with the bright red of raspberry pudding. Looking up, Prince caught her eye, his eyes haunting in the light, and his mouth quirked up in half a smile. 

It’s going to be a long life, Ella thought to herself, but with the others, perhaps it won’t be as bad as I think. 

I already love them all. 

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[youngerdaniel]

Youngo’s 2019 at the Movies (with Baby Yoda)

IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN, FOLKS...

Wherein this blog crawls out of the woodwork with fresh aspirations for a more consistent content strategy in the year to come. Like a Baby Yoda emerging from his floating iron egg to great the sun. So let’s dust off some cobwebs and talk about the great movies that came out in 2019.

BRIEF UPDATES FROM THE WAFFLER This year marked a turning point. No, not that fucking decade that everybody’s making a big deal about. Not even that I hit 30 but thankfully have most of my (still not totally gray) hair... Nope, I went into business for myself. I leapt off the stable lily pad of 9-5 etc. and went freelance! Life’s been full of stories since then -- both the kind I write, and the kind I get to look under the hood on. I’m happy to report I’ve written more than ever before... Just not blogs, and mostly stuff I’m not at liberty to discuss.

*Clears throat. Pulls up the collar on his trench coat.* And I may have had more hair turn gray. Turns out, running your own ship is quite a bit of work, especially when you’re teaching yourself how the hell you do it. Nevertheless, I loved the shit out of every minute of it, and I still use phrases like nevertheless. It could easily be a blog (or several) for a different time, but the short and easy explanation of the absence is I was busy, it was fun, get over it. 

Besides, we don’t actually care about whatever lame excuse I have for why I haven’t been posting. We’re here because it’s 2020 and time for a listicle, dammit! This one is neither definitive nor ranked. But dang if 2019′s fodder didn’t come sauntering into theaters like the big chuckling cherub of Christmas Present, with a cornucopia of awesomeness. 

THINGS I LOVED, IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

UNDER THE SILVER LAKE David Robert Mitchell’s neo noir takes a fittingly existential approach to detective fiction. An enigmatic case, hidden clues and coded pop culture, Andrew Garfield’s charmingly hapless sleuth... There’s a lot to love in this weird soup of a movie. At times nightmarish, often trippy, and an excellent performance from a parrot. Late night fodder.

CLIMAX Gaspar Noe does not make sane movies. With Climax, there’s a hypnotic quality that sucks you in and drags you along on its nightmarish journey as a group of dancers drink from a punchbowl laced with drugs. The result is absolute bedlam, and everything from the lighting to the camerawork pulls its weight to put you into the action. This is the kind of thing you watch and marvel that, “Wow, they went there.” to varying degrees of satisfaction. Like a freight train barreling toward the side of a mountain, it’s hard to look away even though you know you probably should. 

JOJO RABBIT And then there’s a different kind of madness. The movie that billed itself as “The movie that shouldn’t work.” Jojo Rabbit is so full of heart. This is Taika Waititi in full force, and hilarity meets real pathos. Love is better than Nazis. It’s a simple message, and I think it doesn’t need to be much more. The relevance of such a narrative in our time is pretty disappointing, but the truth seems to be that we need ones like this to come along and remind the collective. The mashup of humor with genuine drama is balanced in a way that will feel familiar to fans of THE HUNT FOR THE WILDERPEOPLE or BOY. The performances are superb, and it’s a beautiful looking film. If you missed it last year, start the new one off right and amend this problem.

US The thing I dug the most about US was how unique it felt. Original premises in horror are on the rise, and there’s no denying the man leading the wave is Jordan Peele. The social commentary elements of this followup to GET OUT play with a little more subtlety, and in some ways it almost felt like a stronger move... But I refuse to compare the two of them. US stands out in its own right, and carries some of the most memorable performances of the year. A twisting narrative that crackles with tension, and a concept that haunts the imagination. What if your every action had an equal an opposite effect on a mirrored version of yourself? A study on the impact of the class system, and a nightmarish what-if to explain the real life series of underground tunnels that span the United States. Also, that costume design! That Alexa gag! The way this one opens up at the midpoint was such a delight in the theater. I’d apologize for spoilers, but let’s be real... You’ve seen this movie.

AD ASTRA Best summed up as “Daddy Issues in Space,” AD ASTRA feels like the kind of sci-fi mysteries that were made in the late 70s and 80s. A spellbinding journey to the far edges of the galaxy to save the world, and maybe prove that aliens exist. Oh, and to stop your possibly insane father from destroying the human race on the way. Brad Pitt is on fire, and everything about this potent emotional journey remains focused on his character’s dilemma of deciding whether or not his father was a good man, what it means to him and his own isolated existence, and whether he can overcome that shit and live a life instead of taking risks. From its opening scene to its closing one, this one blends gripping life-or-death set-pieces exploring the dangers of space travel and the cyclical nature of humanity’s progress with small moments. The journey, the heart-wrenching climax, and the harrowing trip home is well worth the rental fee. Check it out.

THE GIRL ON THE THIRD FLOOR

Some horror movies exist to make you think, some exist to cover their protagonists in black goo, subject them to grueling physical and psychological lament, and chuck ‘em through a woodchipper for good measure. The Girl on the Third Floor takes your average premise of “Stubborn and troubled guy picks a fixer-upper house to flip, only to discover horrors beyond his imagining” and leans hard into the gross-outs and festering boils of body horror. Reminiscent of Evil Dead, Amityville, and Dead Alive, there’s so much insanity to love, and the movie makes some big turns -- some surprising, some daring, some a little out there. It is by no means perfect, but it’s got a charm about its rough edges. You will never look at a marble the same way again.

I LOST MY BODY

I know. “A life-affirming work” left me a little skeptical too. But from its very first frame, I LOST MY BODY is arresting. Its hypnotic narrative follows the story of a severed hand in search of its owner, and has great fun carrying you along with its troubled protagonist’s journey from a crush to obsession. The sheer amount of visual storytelling and striking imagery is worth the runtime, but for any arthouse lovers feeling a little too chilled to hop down to the nearest indie theatre can open a new tab and have at it. Didn’t expect to be as moved by this one as I was, and for that I must recommend it.

AVENGERS: ENDGAME The fact that a movie like this can even exist is pretty amazing, and I have to say, as the culmination to the Avengers saga as we know it, ENDGAME delivered something with way more heart and character than I expected. Funny, sad, bittersweet, and massively satisfying. This is the Thanksgiving Turkey dinner of movies. It’s got everything. But the best part for me was how little fighting the big superhero finale of the decade had to it. Firmly rooted in character, taking ambitious and surprising turns in their trajectories, and balancing the fanwanks with a genuinely exciting story. I mean, c’mon. Time heist? A Greatest Hits play that also recontextualizes a few of the lesser films of the sweeping franchise? The third act battle felt a little tacked-on, but the conclusion felt like exactly what we needed. 

READY OR NOT I love this movie. Love it like an adorable, scrappy friend who always manages to make their social commentary entertaining. Hide and Seek turns deadly for a bride to be when she meets her future in-laws, the proprietors of a board game company that takes their product very seriously. A darkly funny survive-the-gauntlet-till-morning ride. Great characters. Awesome kills. A few really unexpected and delightfully devilish turns. Oh, and it takes a stab at privilege and how far some people are willing to go to preserve theirs. It’s got teeth, a mean bite, and it’s fun to walk around the neighborhood. If you liked YOU’RE NEXT, you will probably love this movie. I still can’t get its final few moments out of my head. And I mean that in the best way.

PARASITE Speaking of social criticism and privilege, there’s no denying the brute fucking force of PARASITE. Following a struggling family who imbed themselves into a rich family by posing as the help, this madcap game of suspense takes so many surprising turns that even describing the full plot spoils the fun. Go into this one having read as little as possible. It will take you for a spin. Part con movie, part social critique, part comedy and part tragedy, it’s a lot to digest, but it’s a damned tasty treat. 

KNIVES OUT In a word, it’s fun. Rian Johnson’s locked room murder mystery packs some wonderful barbs in the side of affluence, armchair activism, and the corruptive nature of wealth. A wealthy novelist is found dead, and all of his family members have motive... But don’t let the familiar set-up fool you, KNIVES OUT plays fair with its audience, but it is a fast runner. The story jumps ahead of you almost every time you think you’ve got it figured out. Daniel Craig’s genius sleuth is full of likable energy, protagonist Marta is full of layers, and the family are all such a pleasure to watch. Several times along the trip, I had no idea where the story would turn next, or how much further the envelope could be pushed, but by the end, I came out marveling at its construction. The production design is unreal. The direction and vibe are so unique, and by the closing image, it’s nearly impossible not to enjoy the shift in values. There’s also a speech involving donuts that I will be reciting at parties for the foreseeable future.

DANIEL ISN’T REAL

I closed off the year with this wildly inventive take on the possession trope. This. Movie. Is. Nuts. Which, considering it was produced by the same folks who did MANDY, shouldn’t come as a surprise. A mind-bending tale that riffs on Jekyll and Hyde, with a great modernization tackling the concept from a mental health perspective... It’s not the first time it’s been done, but the execution is just excellent. We follow a disturbed young man whose imaginary friend hatched from a childhood trauma makes a devilish return to play hell with his adult life. It’s a psychological horror that’s FIGHT CLUB meets THE DOUBLE. Great look. Excellent creature design and visuals for a cosmic horror that makes great use of low budget devices. If you’re looking for the answer to the age old question of “Should my third act involve my protagonist battling his inner demons literally with a rooftop sword fight?” You’ve found your contender.

I’ll tell you this, reader friend. The hardest part about 2019′s slate at the box office was deciding what to see. There were so many interesting movies that came out, brimming with big ideas and social commentary. Sad as the state of the world is, there’s no denying times of unrest have a knack for yielding great art. The Trump era has made its stamp on Hollywood for better or for worse. But the rising tide of voices pushing back give me a bit of hope, and a lot of salve for the whole existential dread thing. I think that, however small it is, is good.

For what it’s worth, none of these films are reinventing the wheel or burning flags... But they are asking questions. Okay, CLIMAX, really isn’t asking anything, but it is fun as hell. There’s just as much merit in the salve as there is in the flame that caused the burn.  So may your 2020 be full of entertainment. I’ll try to get some useful content up here at least every couple of months in smaller digestible forms. Now go forth and brunch, you hungover, resolution-breaking slob.

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