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Make The First Move

George Weasley x Reader

BG: The Yule Ball is only a month away, but the boy you were hoping to ask you out still hasn’t make a move. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.

(With guess appearances of Fred and Cedric)

This is an entry for @heloisedaphnebrightmore​ ’s 1k Followers Writing Challenge

Fluff prompt #1 “Do you find it sexy when girls make the first move, or should I wait for you to do it yourself?”

Fluff prompt #6 “If you want to make a move, today would be the perfect time to go for it.”

Trope #8 Friends to lovers

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y/n l/n is not a girly girl. You would categorize your fashion mentality to value comfort and functionality more than style.

Yes, during the weekends, you do tend to rock a graphic tee, jeans, soft sneakers and a outwear of choice, depending on what you’re feeling that day- be it a leather jacket, causal blazer to a denim jacket.

Hey in your defence, the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts is located isn’t exactly the warmest place, besides students are only allowed to wear casual clothes during the weekends.

But every now and then you do wanna pop on a skirt or a dress, especially when its warm outside.

This upcoming event though…. you, like everyone else is oh so very much do want to feel like a star! To feel elegant! Luxurious!

That’s right the Yule Ball is only a month away. It is all that is in every single student’s mind ever since it was announced. Who would their date to the ball be? What outfit would they wear?

A number of students had already picked their respective dates and dresses. However, a remaining select few have not done either- Like yourself. Time is running out and the pool of available potential partners is decreasing day by day.

You didn’t mind going alone, as long as you have a great time with friends, going alone it isn’t really a big deal. But there is a small childlike wishful thinking that wants to have a fairy tale experience.

It also isn’t helpful that you had started to develop feelings for a certain redheaded twin over the summer. You swear that he too felt the dynamic changed between the two of you- who knew that 3 weeks tinkering with joke shop ideas and fixing out the burrow’s garage could be so impactful.

Though now coming to think of it, could you have just read the signs all wrong? The lingering stares, the tighter and longer hugs… Could this be signs that he planning of ways to murder you? Because if this were all romantic signs, wouldn’t he have had asked you out to the ball by now? It was no secret that you hadn’t said yes to anyone yet.

So, what’s taking so long? George Weasley is one of the most confident and popular guys on campus. Surely, he wouldn’t chicken out or get nervous to ask you.

Right??

Pushing boy trouble aside, you focus back on the dress catalogue your mum had sent you earlier today.

Flipping through the pages, 2 dresses caught you eye. One was a short tule the other had a long side leg slit.

You were in the process of bookmarking the page when you felt the catalogue being pulled out of your grasp.

‘Hey!’ You instinctively shouted to the culprit.

‘What’s this?’ George said, turning to the front cover. ‘“Madam Bella’s Evening Gowns, Autumn/Winter 1994”’

‘Give it back George!’ You tried to take it from him, but he quickly held it above his head.  

You stood on the bench in hopes to extend your reach. You could almost take hold-

‘Catch Freddie!’ Shouted George and threw it across the table.

Fred flipped to the dogeared pages. ‘Ahh..’ He was scanning through the choices you had circled. ‘Great choices indeed, my dear y/n!’

At first you weren’t sure if he was teasing you or being sincere.

That must had shown on your face as Fred continued, ‘I’m serious y/n/n!’ He placed his left hand on his heart and raise his right. ‘I swear! But you would look good in any dress anyway.’

You blushed at his compliment. ‘Thanks for the confidence boost Freddie.’

He hands back the catalogue to you, and as you took it, he whispered in your ear. ‘A little hint though,’ He shifts back a bit- now being face to face. ‘My vote is on the slit dress...’

Your brows scrunched together- was this boy seriously giving you fashion advice?

‘….I know George would like that..’ He steals a quick glance towards his twin, who has now turn bright red, both from being embarrassed and furious at him. ‘… I-I mean, it would match George’s dress robes.’

Fred sends you a final wink and bids you both goodbye.

You watch Fred exit the Great Hall, never letting him out of sight until he turns the corner. Which George to grateful for, as that had bought him time to calm his face down.

That was the one of the weirdest exchanges you’ve ever had yet, but you also couldn’t help but wonder if there was some truth to it.

George cleared his throat ‘So…y/n...Have you got a date yet?’

‘No why?’ You look over at him and you thought that you might give your hypothesis a try. Smirking hopefully, you asked ‘Are you gonna ask me?’

If you only knew what was going on inside of George’s head, the boy was panicking.

It was as if time slowed. Or it was because George’s thoughts are going a thousand miles a second.

Of course, he wanted to ask you to go with him!

But his brain was feeding him of insecurities. What if you didn’t want to go with him? What if you did say yes but only as a friend?

Plus, he didn’t want to ask you in front of all these people, thinking that you might be pressured by the crowd to agree.

No, he wanted to do it in a private, more intimate setting. Deserving of your beauty and grand place to confess his feelings.

He’d dream that in return you would say ‘Yes, I loved to go to the ball with you, George!’ and perhaps even say those 3 words he’s been dying to hear-more in the romantic nature than of friendship- and if he was lucky, maybe even share a kiss, that would be the best case scenario.

The worst-case scenario would be you rejecting him, possibly forever ruining the relationship with his best friend and having his heart broken- at least that case, nobody else would witness that.

‘Eh George?? Georgie?? Hello??’ You frantically wake a hand in front of him. ‘Earth to George Weasley!!!’

Great, when you finally had the courage to ask him to be your date-albeit indirectly- You broke him.

‘uuh.. I… I have to go...’ George looked like a deer caught in headlights

‘What?’

His eyes, dart upwards, thinking of an excuse. ‘Yes, I have to go… GO CLEAN MY SOCKS!’ Unfortunately, for him, in an uncharacteristic manner, he failed to think of a believable lie. ‘I’ll see you later!’

And with that he rushed out the Great Hall, leaving you once again gawking with a confused face at another Weasley twin.

~

You had your back against one of the rock formations near the Black lake, deciding which of the 2 dresses you would be wearing to the ball.

You were enjoying the last good sunny autumn days, taking in the sights of other students having a picnic on this beautiful Saturday. When suddenly a figure had landed right in front of you.

‘Ahhh!’ You had jumped in fright, causing you to slip a bit.

‘I got you, I got you!’ You felt arms holding you tight, preventing you from falling off the rocks.

Once you had regained your balance you check to see the perpetrator that had gave you a heart attack.

‘CEDRIC DIGGORY!!!!!!!! I TOLD YOU TO STOP DOING THAT!!’

The boy chuckled. ‘I know y/n/n, but I just couldn’t help it!’

You narrowed your eyes at him. Which made him laugh even more.

‘You know you love me.’ He gushed, bring you into a hug.

‘And that is my weakness’ Your reply being muffled by his shoulder. You Cedric were as close as brother and sister, having basically grew up together as both your families super close. Your father is best friends with his father and so are your mothers ever since their Hogwarts days. Therefore, naturally you and Cedric have a close bond too, being joined at the hip since birth-the only time part was the 3 months that you are older by.

It has been a while since you two had caught up with each other, him being busy with the Triwizard Tournament ofcourse.

‘Have you got any idea about the second task?’

‘Yeahh’ Cedric gulped.

You crocked a brow. Not buying his bullshit.

Cedric scratched the back of his neck. ‘Fine, I haven’t….’ Gazing towards the lake, he continued. ‘But I think it’s got something to do about the water.’

You take hold of his hand. ‘Hey, it’s alright. You’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out.’

‘Thanks y/n. I thought initially you wouldn’t be against me joining.’ He confessed.

‘You know I would support you no matter what. But don’t get me wrong, I’m worried for you Ced, always am. The tournament just upped it to level 1000! But I know that you have it in you to win this, to be the Triwizard Champion!’ You beamed. ‘Imagine that Ced, a Triwizard Champion in the family!’

‘It would be great, would it?’

‘Now to the matter at hand, The Yule Ball.’

‘What about it?’

‘Have you asked someone yet? You enquired.

‘Well there is this gorgeous lady that I’ve been meaning to ask…’ He hinted. ‘Though I am waiting for the right opportunity to ask her, you see everything has to be perfect!’

‘Awww, what an absolute sweetheart!’ You swooned.

Behind Cedric, you could have sworn that you saw someone in the trees. However, in your eagerness to know more of Cedric’s possible date, you brushed it off as the swaying of the branches and falling autumn leaves.

‘How about you? Has Mr. Beater asked you yet?’

You sighed. ‘Not exactly…’

Cedric leaned forward with hands on his chin, interested to hear more.

‘He asked if I had got a date yet, to which I said no. Then teased if he was gonna ask me.’ You recalled. ‘Then he froze. I guess I broke him, cause the next thing he said was that he’s got to go clean his socks.’

That had Cedric doubling over. ‘George really said that?!?!!?’ He had his arms wrapped around his stomach. ‘Clean his socks?!!??’

‘Yeah yeah yeah, laugh all you want Diggory. But you still hadn’t asked Cho out yet.’

‘Heyy! I told you I am waiting for the right moment!’

‘C’mon Ced, Sweet intentions aside. Cho has been declining offers to the ball, time is running out and I bet she is getting tired waiting for you to make a move, especially this close to the ball.’ You know how much Cedric likes Cho and hate to see him sad if and when Cho doesn’t get tired of waiting for him. ‘Sooner or later she might just say yes to some other guy, cause you’re talking so long!’

‘I’m sorry Cedric.’ You had realized that you projected your own frustrations on him. ‘I didn’t mean to go off on you like that.’

‘I know y/n, it’s alright really.’ He smiled, having come up with an idea ‘How about this, the next time you see George, YOU ask him out?’ He suggested.

‘ME?!?’

‘Yes.’ He insisted. ‘That why we would get a definite answer. And this time not more asking in an indirectly direct way. - We don’t want another system error in that head of his. Deal?’

‘Deal’

Picking up the discarded catalogue, he remarked. ‘Hmmm, I think that the long one would suit the occasion better, don’t you think? Being it a formal event and all.’

You agreed. ‘and you‘re not the first one to say that too.’ You muttered-more to yourself.

‘Huh?’

‘Nothing!’

‘So what color are you thinking? Blue or…’

‘Oh I got that all figured out! I was thinking that since the point of the Triwizard Tournament is school unity, I want the grown to be featuring my house colours.’

~

Fred had ran back to the Gryffindor dormitories as fast as he could. Glad to spot that his twin brother laying down on the bed.

As much as he enjoys teasing his siblings. He could no longer endure the obliviousness of his brother and y/n. He can no longer take the constant nonessential pining, especially when they obviously like each other.

Fred had been trying to get them together for the past month, but it seems that subtly pushing them to the right direction isn’t working. Which leaves him with no choice.

‘If you want to make a move, today would be the perfect time to go for it’ Stated Fred.

‘What?’

‘I can’t take it anymore Georgie!’ He grabs his brother by the collar. ‘I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I KNOW YOU LIKE Y/N AND BELIEVE ME GEOGRE WHEN I SAY THAT SHE LIKES YOU BACK OKAY.’ Fred pleads, shaking George with each word. ‘AND YOU HAVE GOT TO MAKE A MOVE TODAY! NOW! ASK HER TO THE BALL BEFORE CEDRIC DOES.’

George now dizzy, mumbled. ‘What? How?.....How do you know this?’

‘I saw them together at the lake and me being the best brother that you have decided to eavesdrop.’ Fred admitted. ‘And guess what, Cedric plans to ask a gorgeous lady- y/n- to the yule ball but is just finding the perfect opportunity.’

‘Therefore, brother dearest, it’s only a matter of time til that happens. And I your very supportive wingman urge you to freaking ask y/n out RIGHT NOW before it’s too late.’

That news that Cedric might ask y/n to the ball before he does, had put George back into his senses.

In record time, George had tidy up his clothes and fixed his hair. ‘Right.’ He turned to Fred who was looking smug leaning on the door frame. ‘How do I look?’

‘Smashing.’

‘Great, Now get out of the way you prick.’

~

George was busy thinking on how to ask y/n out to the yule ball and possibly even side in the chance to ask to go on a date with him, when he accidentally bumped into someone.

‘Wooooahh careful George!’

Damnit! he thought, out of all the people in this huge school, he just had to bump into the one person he doesn’t want to see.

‘Diggory.’ George growled.

‘You two alright?’ Said a voice beside them.

In his annoyance towards Cedric, George hadn’t noticed that you were close by. ‘Yeah, I’m good.’

‘Heyy’ Cedric interrupted. George had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. ‘I’ll see you later okay?’

Cedric kissed your forehead and whispered. ‘Good luck.’

This was is. George interpreted that sibling affection as you going out with Cedric to the ball.

Accepting defeat, he cleared his throat. ‘I guess imma go too-‘

‘Wait George!’ You held onto his arm to prevent him from leaving. ‘I wanted to ask you something.’

‘Go ahead.’ Replied George, curious onto what it is that is so important to ask him.

‘Do you find it sexy when girls make the first move, or should I wait for you to do it yourself?’

‘Hmm?’ George once again confused.

‘Gosh you are slow sometimes aren’t you.’ You chuckled. You take a step closer to him, coming up face to face. ‘George Weasley will you go to the ball with me?’

It took a second for George to believe what he was hearing. ‘YES!!’ He exclaimed then recomposed himself. ‘Yes, I would love to go to the ball with you.’

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he decided to take it one step further- cause what else has he got to lose? ‘Will you y/n l/n go on a date with me?’

You bring your arms to his neck, his him close. ‘I’d love nothing more.’ You grinned, pulling him into a long awaited kiss.

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Premier.”

Since so many of you have been asking about the movie, I wrote something for you this morning. I wrote it in two hours and have to get it out before class starts, so give me a little slack here. 

“Stop fidgeting will you.”

“Sorry! I’m just nervous….. Do I look stupid.”

“You always look stupid, that’s not going to change anytime soon.”

“Ha ha, Hilarious, Just answer the question.”

“You look fine stop worrying.”

Adam turned to face the mirror tugging at the sleeves of his dress shirt, fidgeting obsessively with his tie, and the open front of his jacket. Conn floated over his shoulder grinning somewhat malevolently at him.

Krill slapped his hand as he tried to reach for the tie again, “Stop messing with it. Look what you did now. We will have to do it all over again.” 

The little doctor angrily undid the tie and began to redo it.

Adam sighed, “Thanks mother.”

“Don’t give me your sass.” he finished tying the knot stepping back so Adam had room to button the vest back up before turning around to face the mirror. Conn had sidled over to the side of the room still leering at him as he was prone to do.

He tried to ignore him and eyed himself feeling more than a little strange in such formal attire, a three piece suit minus an eye patch, and plus a shiny pair of dress shoes he could have seen his reflection in. He reached up to grab his tie again, but his hand was slapped away.

“What did I say!”

“Sorry, Sorry.” he grumbled pulling back to message his hand .

There was a hiss as the door at the far end of the room popped open, and Sunny stepped inside trailed by waffles, “Look.” Sunny began, pointing proudly towards the dog, who trotted into the room to sit politely before Adam looking up at him with her big brown eyes head tilted slightly to the side.

He laughed, “Is that a bow tie?”

Sunny Hummed to herself, pleased, “Why yes, yes it is. She's adorable and you’re welcome.”

He reached down to rub the dog’s ears before looking up, “You look nice.”

“I know.” Sunny announced striking a rather, heroic pose, which, all jesting aside, actually completed the look: bright silver armor, a horned helmet, all pulled together by the electric blue silk cape that hung at one shoulder.

“Wish I could wear a cape.” He frowned crossing his arms in mild dejection.

“Why not?”

“What do you mean why not?”

“This is the movie industry, Adam, they wear outlandish stuff onto the red carpet all the time.”

He seemed rather miffed at the observation, mostly from the fact he hadn’t thought of that before, “Well now it’s a little too late, don’t you think?”

“Sucks to suck, you look good though.”

He sighed and turned back towards the mirror adjusting himself, “I look like a poser.”

“Stop worrying so much, and stop fidgeting. The fidgeting is what makes you look like a poser. Relax and own it, you know for someone who spends a lot of his time unwaveringly confident to the point that I worry about your health, you can be very insecure sometimes.”

“Thank you so much! for that boost of confidence, Sunny.”

His sarcasm wasn’t lost on her, though she chose, rather obviously to ignore it. 

“There is one thing I think you should do.” 

“Oh, and what is that.”

“Put the eyepatch back on. Be you, just the fancier version. I have a theory that the reason people aren't comfortable is because they aren't being themselves.” 

He raised an eyebrow at her then shrugged, “If you say so, I guess.” 

He could hear Conn snort internally, “That is horrible advice for most people, since the vast majority of them are miserable hacks.”

He ignored the starborne, again. 

There was a sudden knock at the door, and they all turned to see another man dressed in a fine black suit, “Mr. Ellis has just arrived, and is his car is waiting for you outside.”

Adam took a deep breath glancing down at the eye patch one more time before slipping it on, “Alright, ready everyone?”

They chorused their readiness, and he squirmed with nervous energy. 

How were they all being so calm?

Together they made their way out the door and down the hallway to the large, black limousine waiting for them just outside the door. The man from earlier was waiting for them, pulling the door open and motioning them inwards.  

Conn floated in first, Krill climbing in second, followed by Adam and then Sunny.

Director Clayton Ellis sat just inside the door grinning widely.

Adam had to blink a few times to determine which part of the man was which. There was just so much of him ... everywhere . He wore a white… something absolutely crusted with sequins and jewels including the frames of his glasses. As far as Adam could tell he could have been wearing a dress, or a suit with some strange alteration, though it was difficult to see sitting here in the car.

The ribbons that flowed down from his back and hips sort of reminded him of Conn.

“Adam! So good, so good to see you. I am so glad you could make it for the premier. I think you're going to love it, absolutely visually stunning, heart rending at times, and just the right amount of action. Best piece I think I have ever directed, and all thanks to you, the man of the hour. And don’t you look sharp, absolutely working for me very old fashioned very provincial late 1990s early 2000s maybe.”

Adam rubbed the back of his neck, blushing, “Er, thanks…. You look good…. Too.”

“Well thank you! Designed it myself, well with the help of some famous friends.” He motioned towards Conn, “Took the concept idea from your starborn there, very ethereal, very flowey, though doesn’t look so elegant when sitting in a car.” 

Adam just continued to nod along adding an mmhmm or a yes, or and of course whenever he thought it was necessary. Luckily Mr. Ellis provided most of the conversation, so he didn’t have to open his mouth too much.

He noticed almost immediately when the car slowed down glancing out the window and finding…. An absolute mob of people. His stomach lurched and churned as cameras flashed, some held in hands, others as little ball drones hovering over the crowd. He craned his neck to see ahead of them, watching as a line of fancy dark cars slowly scooted up the line.

His stomach was churning.

From where he sat, he watched as Keith Jenning, the actor who had played him, stepped from the car. The lashing grew in intensity, outside the window he could hear a muffled roar. 

Mr Ellis Grinned, “Me, you, and then your extraterrestrial friends, eh? Give them something to talk about.

The next car ahead of them stopped, and Rita. Ortiz, and Adler Handen, krill’s voice actor, stepped from the car. Rita was dressed in a tight black suit, not dissimilar to his own, silver watch shining on her left wrist.

And there it was.

He suddenly needed to pee.

Their car lurched forward as the cameras flashed and stopped. Clayton Elllis got ready, and then the door was opened releasing a wave of sound that absolutely deafened him. Clayton stepped from the car trails of ribbons billowing behind him, hands raised to the crowd. Lights flashed pictures snapped.

Adam was ushered out next, Stepping from the car, foot planted straight on the red carpet. Lights dazzled his eyes, and in a daze he stepped forward to follow Clayton, who was making the most of his moment. 

“WE LOVE YOU COMMANDER!”

He turned his head to the side suddenly blinded by another flash of light, as one of those camera drones zipped past him.

He blinked the light from his eyes just in time to see a group of women leaning out over barricade waving their hands and screaming furiously.

At that moment he wondered which was redder, his face or the carpet.

He gave a rather awkward wave towards the girls who absolute erupted into screaming and jumping.

Then the crowd silenced a moment later, the lights stopping.

And he turned to see Sunny step foot after him, light glittering and sparkling form her armor and carapace. She held her regal armored head high.

IThe moment of silence continued for a second, and then it was as if the world around them was alight with stars, a flashing roaring thunder, which only grew louder with Krill and finally with Conn, who flouted outwards completely stealing the spotlight with his ethereal presence. Together they slowly walked forward stopped on occasion to get group pictures

In their turn, each of them was kidnapped by Ellis and forced to pose for a thousand pictures.

He just grinned dazed and confused star struck as he looked around him.

He even thought he could hear his name being called from the crowd, though that was uncertain.

TV reporters stood at the end of the red carpet speaking frantically into their cameras and waylaying celebrities as they walked by.

“Keith Jenning, tell us about what it was like to make this movie.”

The man flashed a charming smile, “Well, at first I was a little unsure. I mean I had never done anything based on a real life story before, and emulating another person was hard. I worked with posture coaches, and accent experts for weeks. A mid Americana accent is surprisingly subtle, but very hard if you want to get it right. Over all, I actually ended up really enjoying shooting the movie despite my doubts at first.”

“Rita, was it hard to perform in stilts and motion capture, we heard you almost broke your legs.”

She laughed, “It was hard yeah sure, but it was so, very fun. You know what you act normally, you do your best to act as convincingly human as possible, but when playing an alien, the rules change, go out the window. I had so much fun learning about Drev culture, and the way they think about war. It was a fascinating and eye opening experience. I loved it, and I encourage everyone to get to know a little more about our interstellar neighbors.”

Lights flashed, more cameras snapped.

“Did you find it hard to connect with the character?” Someone asked Adler Handen.

“Not in the slightest, it was actually a very excellent way to get out there and stretch my proverbial wings. It’s always good to get out of your head on occasion.

Sunny was grabbed and pulled to stand in a picture with Rita, who seemed more than pleased to be spending time with Sunny.

It was the same for Krill, and finally Adam who was dragged forward to get a picture with Keith.

Off to the side Clayton Ellis was excitedly rambling on, “Oh I absolutely love the movie, couldn’t be happier. I really think we did the source material justice, and honestly I think it really puts perspective on the Drev war, and the people involved. You know with all the negativity going around about the LFIL, there are a lot of people who are scared of aliens, Xenophobic in nature, and I think this really puts into persepctive just how similar we all are. They are intelligent sentient lifeforms not so dissimilar to us at all, and I think this movie, this real life story really demonstrates how we can all get past those differences.”

Adam was quite pleased to hear the relative positivity that was coming off the actors and the director, even if it was fake.

That was before the camera crews descended like vultures around him, and he was surrounded by a wave of cameras.

“Commander, Commander Vir! Tell us how you feel about all this.”

He hemmed and hawed for a moment stuttering over himself before taking a deep breath, “Look I’m A kid from mid Mericanda, I honestly ended up here mostly by accident, and I’m pretty sure this is some kind of insane dream.”

“What did you think of the movie.”

“Well, I haven't actually seen it yet, I was deployed when they did the beta testing, but I’ve gotten to know Director Ellis a little, and he was very open to my suggestions and the story, so I feel confident he did his best to do it justice.” 

“We hear that you won’t be taking any of the royalties.”

“Well no, not entirely. Maybe a little for my family, but most of it is going to a charity for Drev war survivors, especially operation Steel eye. A lot of those people had it rough after the war, and I want to make sure they get something back.”

Across the red carpet, Sunny had been stopped, “Do you worry that depictions of the war will put your society in a bad light.”

Sunny tilted her head, “Why would it. The Drev are warlike, and we always have been. The only difference is that we practice and view war differently than humans. War has never come close to destroying our planet. To die in war is an honor and a victory, so we do not hold grudges against each other or assume it to be a tragedy. War on our planet's mean two different things.”

“Dr Krill, is it true that you were the first alien surgeon to perform on a human trauma paitent.

“That is actually true, yes, even during the Drev war, it turns out 98% of attending physicians were human because humans tended to be the highest rate of survivors from injury. Humans being slightly more durable than the rest of us.”

In the center of the red carpet, Conn had taken up a large space given a certain amount of personal room by the awed  crowd, “Is it true that you’re a telepath.”

The starborn raised his hands signing, voice dictation taking over as he did so, “Think of something, try it.”

“Oh, Ok.”

“Big purple muffin.”

“You could have just made that up.”

“But he didn’t, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” 

“Don’t be nervous. I promise not to spill any of you deep dark secrets.” Conn laughed like the psycho he was.”

After more pictures, more questions and a hundred more handshakes, they were then ushered into the building, and sat down on comfortable seats facing the screen.

Adam breathed a heavy sigh of relief and leaned his head back. 

Director Ellis grinned at him.

Light overhead went dark and speaking turned to distant quiet muttering.

The screen was dark for a long moment before.

“Mom?” A child’s voice 

“Yes Adam?” A womans 

“I know they’re out there .”

The woman laughed, “Who is out there.”

“Aliens of course.”

“Oh?”

“I’m gonna prove it one day.”

You could hear the smile in the woman’s voice, “I know you will.”

 And then the room began to shake with the thrilling roar of the F-80 Darkfire engine. 

He would have known that sound anywhere.

It sounded like home.

[hotforharrington]

Help from a Lifeguard

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader

Warnings: swearing, a lil bit of insecurity/embarrassment, I think that’s it?

Summary: Your single mother didn’t make enough money to pay all the bills this month. In this time of need, a lifeguard of the Hawkins pool helps you out.

Notes: I thought of this idea for an imagine awhile ago and decided to take the plunge and actually write it! Plus I’m a sucker for soft Billy okay... I hope you all enjoy it!

—

“I need a favor.” You said to your friend, Heather, over the phone.

“What’s up?” She responded.

“Okay before I say anything, you have to promise you won’t tell anyone. I’m trusting you with this Heather.”

“I swear I won’t say anything. Now what’s up? You’re freaking me out.”

“No it’s no big deal. It’s just... well my mom didn’t have enough money to pay the water bill this month... and... well our water’s been shut off...”

“Okay so do you want to come over and shower at my house?”

“No! I don’t want your parents to worry or be involved or whatever.”

“Okay... so I’m still not seeing how I can help?”

“Just... I was wondering... Are you closing at the pool tonight?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“So if nobody else is going to be there, could I use one of the showers there?” You asked.

“Oh that’ll work!” Heather said enthusiastically, “Be at the pool after 7, that way Billy will be gone from his shift.”

“Thank you, Heath. You’re a lifesaver!”

“No problem, doll. See you later.”

—

You sat in your car at 6:55, trying to time yourself perfectly so that you would be there after 7.

You decided to go ahead and head over. When you arrived it was 7:08.

Billy should be gone by now you thought to yourself.

Before heading inside, you grabbed your bag that was full of shampoo, soap, a towel, and clean clothes.

You headed towards the entrance and Heather let you in.

“Billy’s gone right?” You asked her.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure he left like 10 minutes ago.”

“Awesome.”

You headed for the women’s locker room, but Heather stopped you before you went in.

“Shit, (Y/N), wait!”

You whipped around to make eye contact with your lifeguard friend.

“I still have to clean the women’s locker room before I can leave. Can you shower in the men’s? We’re the only ones here so you’ll be fine.” She said.

You nodded and headed for the other locker room, just ready to cleanse yourself.

You walked into the empty shower room and headed to a random shower stall. You set your soaps in the shower and placed your bag on the bench sitting in front of the showers. You removed your shorts and pulled your shirt from over your head. Once you had taken off each article of clothing, you shoved them into the bottom of your bag and pulled out your towel. You placed it right next to your bag to grab once you were done.

You turned the water on and waited for the temperature to rise. Once it was to your liking, you stepped in and closed the curtain behind you.

The heat of the running water was so refreshing and satisfying. Steam filled the surrounding area as you washed your hair and body.

You thought you heard a noise but you brushed it off.

“Pool’s closed.” A voice said.

You didn’t think it sounded like her but you weren’t sure so you said anyways, “Heather?”

“Pool is closed.” This time the voice was louder and you were 90% sure you knew who it was.

Billy, you thought to yourself.

“Shit.” You muttered.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” Billy said, obviously noting the girly bag sitting outside the shower.

You stayed hiding behind the shower curtain, not wanting to face the reality of the situation.

“I guess I could come in there and find out...” Billy said suggestively.

Tears of frustration started to build up in your eyes, but you knew you had to face him.

You wrapped the shower curtain around you to cover your bare body, and peeked your head out.

“(Y/N)?!” He was surprised, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you, I thought it was one of the girls from school trying to... get with me or something...” He rubbed the back of his neck.

It was funny to see Billy embarrassed, it was a rare form for him.

“It’s fine... so um... this is kinda awkward but can you hand me my towel...?” You asked the curly haired boy.

He complied and you closed the curtain behind you. You shook your hair out into your towel and the wrapped it around your body. When you came out, Billy was still there.

“Um... I don’t mean to be rude, but is there a reason you’re still lingering around?” You questioned him.

“Uh... I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine? Why wouldn’t I be fine?”

“Well, showering at the pool’s locker room after closing time doesn’t exactly scream, ‘life is perfect’. Did you get kicked out or something?”

“No... just don’t worry about me, okay Billy?”

“I am worried, (Y/N).” He inched closer to you but realized he probably shouldn’t push it, considering you were only wearing a towel.

You cocked your head at him before saying, “You don’t have to do this, we can just move on and we can both just pretend this didn’t happen. You can continue to flirt with everything that moves and I can continue minding my own business.” You said.

“Fine. If that’s what you want. You just have to do one thing for me.” He replied.

“Fine, what?” You figured he’d make some smartass remark, like to kiss him or do his homework for a month or something.

But he surprised you altogether.

He sat down on the bench close enough to you, but not wanting to push his limits.

“Tell me why you have to shower here.” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

You let out a sigh and sat down on the bench, fairly close to the boy.

“The water at my house got shut off... My mom didn’t make enough money this month to pay the bill.” You said softly, extremely embarrassed about the situation.

“Oh...” Billy responded.

“Yeah...”

The two of you sat in awkward silence for awhile.

Billy turned to look at you and saw you had tears at the brims of your eyes.

“Hey...” he extended an arm around you and gently rested it when you accepted the gesture.

That’s when the tears truly began to flow.

“Hey, Hey.. shhhh. It’s okay.”

“It’s so fucking embarrassing. It’s one thing that I had to ask Heather to let me do this, but another thing that you found out too...”

“Hey, no. It’s fine, it’s fine.” Billy soothed you, “It’s not a big deal. Hey look at me.”

Your turned to meet eyes with him.

“I’m not gonna tell anyone. I promise. And you’re welcome to come shower here any time. I usually close the pool and I don’t mind to let you in, okay?”

You nodded in response and realized how close the two of you were in this moment.

A feeling rushed over you, of gratitude and affection, for how caring he was in this moment. You didn’t know Billy Hargrove was capable of this kind of compassion.

He began to lean in and you had no intention of pulling away.

His lips met yours and created a burning passion within you. You began to deepen this kiss and quickly became aware of the fact that you were sitting there in only a towel.

You broke away from the kiss and said, “I should probably get changed and go... I bet Heather’s waiting for me to get out of here so she can go home...”

Billy nodded and stood up to leave the locker room.

“Billy?”

He turned back to you in anticipation of what you were about to say.

“Thank you.” You said simply.

He just nodded at you with a look of pride, and retreated from the locker room.

You changed your clothes and couldn’t wipe the new smile off your face from the thoughts of the blonde boy.

After you were put together, you walked out to be greeted by Heather.

“Hey, what took you so long?” She said. She must’ve not seen Billy in there.

“I just really enjoyed my shower.” You said and walked out of the pool entrance with her.

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[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 223

MiMi

I look up suddenly from Minnie in her cars eat. Cammie was running towards me screaming. I stand up keeping a stale face. She ignores me hugging me tight. I am super annoyed and I want her to fucking know. She pushes me and kneels down to Minnie picking her up. She starts kicking and acting like she was excited to see Cammie.

"And I hope you get shit on you." I say.

"I've been rolling in your shit for years. Who cares? Tell me your stupid problem."

She rolls her eyes. "We had to stay out here all this time waiting on you. Chris wouldn't even let us go into the house."

"Okay, so. Did I know that, MyAsia?"

"I don't care what you knew." I say snatching to baby bag up.

Trey comes up kissing Minnie while Cammie had her. She gets happy about his ass too. She just too friendly. Little water head baby. I walk towards the house. Like Chris does the fucking most when it comes to Cammie and Trey. He was telling Dee what he has done so far. And these bitches acting like Kings and Queens coming out here.

"Tremaine." Cammie yells.

"They had you out here in the heat?" Trey asks walking by me. "And then they did what? Say sike."

I stop walking. This nigga talking to my baby? I look back at Cammie. She was walking up towards the house with nothing in her arms.

"MyAsia!" Trey yells from the house. "Bring those milk things in here. My stanka hungry. Now!"

"Trey."

I turn all the way to the house. "Is that Gwen?"

"In the flesh." Cammie says walking by.

"Bitch say what." I whisper.

Cammie turns to me. "You talking to me now or you still bitching?"

I suck my teeth. "I flew all the way across the country for your ass."

"You sure you did it for me and not your own selfish reasons? What happened to Dee being a jerk and not moving you to Cali? You lying about that?"

"When do I ever lie?"

"When you look at Dee and say that you love only him." Cammie snaps.

Trey comes walking out of the house with Cammie's mother. Like are we for real doing this? Why is she even here? I give Cammie a look not knowing whether she looking at me or understand the look. She sucks her teeth then shrugs walking towards the fire.

"What time you got here, Bae?"

"To the house like 30 minutes ago."

Cammie kneels down in front of Chris. "Then why you acting like you been out here for hours, slut?"

Trey walks by pissed. "What you doing?"

"Aye!" Chris snaps dropping his phone on his lap. "Get off my shit."

"Christinacian." Cammie says pushing his chest back.

It looked crazy as hell from far away. It looked like she was really close to him kneeling down in front of him. But for real he was at least 4 feet away from her. I don't know why she is taking from him. I go back to walking into the house. I need to change Minnie into her pajamas. I pause in the sunroom thats right inside of the house. April had Minnie laid out on the floor sleep.

"What did you do to her?" I snap.

"You must have lost your damn mind." April says cutting her eyes at me. "Since when has it been a problem?"

I act like she talking to someone else. She rolls her eyes. Fucking sassy ass April. Don't nobody want to argue with that lady. She need to calm her ratchet ass down. I dig through Minnie's bag and hand April a more comfortable shirt. She takes it from me giving me a look.

"Okay, April." I say walking out.

"Chris has really done too fucking much." Trey says walking into the house.

April stands up from the floor with Minnie. "I'll be in my room where it's less noisy."

"Ma." Trey snaps.

"Neverson." April snaps back. "Annoying as shit."

Trey doesn't say nothing back to her. He walks over to me. I straighten the clothes in Minnie's bag back up. Trey comes up knocking the bag down and running straight into me. I look at him. He is gone. What the hell? He better be glad nothing fall out. I'm leaving it right there to.

"What was that?"

"Who me?" I ask turning to Dee.

He looks at me then he looks outside. "Why was he all up on you?"

I stare at him in shock. "Say what?"

"Don't give me that fucking  look like I'm stupid."

"Let me get this straight? You asking me why he was close to me as in there being something between us?"

"I'm asking why the fuck he was all up on you." Dee spazzes.

I look around for someone to witness this. "Why the hell would you even come at me with that shit? Wow."

"I'm asking you before I go kick his ass."

"Before you what?"

"Aight." He says turning around.

I gasp then run out of the house behind him. What the hell just happened? I'm so damn confused but this nigga straight spazzing. I wrap my arms around him. He being outrageous right now. I kiss his ear trying to calm him down.

"You taking it too far."

"I walk in the house and see him all up on you then he rushes off in the other direction. Fuck naw. He saw me and..."

"This is Trey we talking about." I say feeling disgusted from the thought of him trying to talk to me. "He has never come at me like."

Dee wasn't having it. "That you know of."

"I know if someone trying me." I rub his stomach. "Go ask him then. Just calm down first."

"Yeah." Dee says walking away.

I just wonder what he thought he saw. I mean Trey did run into me or push me or whatever he did. He didn't stay around for it to be registered as anything partly sexual. Not like he put his dick on me or touch my body. I would die inside if Trey ever tried anything with me. That's so fucking disrespectful to even think about yet alone say.

 Trey

I look around for Cammie. She really fucking avoiding me. I sigh sitting at the fire with Chris and Sevyn who was sitting in his lap. She was on her phone laughing. I sigh loudly but they ignore me.

"Yo." Dee says walking up.

"Aye." Chris says sitting up startling Sevyn. "Trey way Cammie went to Vegas. I'm trying to get people to talk about it."

I shrug. "Cause..."

Chris looks at Dee. "Aye, Dee you good?"

"On some honesty shit. I had a weak moment. Apparently I was neglecting my health and trying to fuck my life over."

"What does any of that mean?" Chris whispers.

I shrug. "Wanted to end everything. My marriage, my career, my life. Just wanted everything to stop."

Chris blows. "Nigga."

Everything was silent then Chris looks back at Dee.

"Aye, man you being weird." Chris snaps.

"Thinking." Dee says.

Chris looks at me then Dee. "I mean not no shit as deep as this nigga shit right?"

"My shit good." I say.

"Naw." Dee says then look at me. "Why you left out the room so fast just now?"

I frown. "What room?"

"The house." Dee says a bit on edge. "Where MiMi at?"

"Oh." I say narrowing my eyes at him. "I thought about who I was fucking with and I ran."

"Meaning?"

This nigga was sounding a bit pissed. I chuckle. Oh shit. I mean it's MiMi. I wasn't thinking about how close I got to her. Like Damn. I guess man. I wouldn't want nobody on my fucking wife. I look at Dee standing there trying to hold his composure. I shake my head.

"I slapped the bag down." I stand up. "To be more clear. I did this."

I walk up to him and reach around him then spin around like I was playing basketball bumping into him again. That's all I honestly did. I don't look at MiMi like that. Yeah she fine but that's like my wife's sister. I wouldn't do that to there friendship. I care too much about Cammie to take her best friend away. Plus Dee is my nigga. He work to hard to make his wife happy for me to fucking be me.

"Shit I am that type of nigga aren't I?"

"No." Sevyn snaps. "That's fucking insecure of you Devin. Out of all things. Like you think that fucking low. People are allowed to fucking change. The problem is you insecure men thinking you ready for real love. Is your wife not happy with you? Is there a reason for her to cheat? If not you projecting your male thoughts onto females like they think like you. The fucking women you have aren't the type of just cheat so look at yourself before you fucking a finger."

Chris leans forward getting in Sevyn's face. "Bae, you feeling some type of way?"

"Trey am I?"

"Huh?" I say sitting back down. "I'm good."

Sevyn stands up and walk away. "Yeah until you not near."

I look around. "Damn, everybody coming for me."

"So you really good?" Chris asks. "Aye, I was coming to talk to you the next day. I ain't know shit."

"I told you I'm good." I shrug.

Dee blows sitting down. "Aye, I really don't know if my wife happy. I'm always seeing what I want to see."

"I know my relationship stay on a cliff." Chris shrugs. "She puts up with me."

"My poor wife." I chuckle. "She pissed off at me. I tried to be selfless and I think it pissed her off."

Chris blows. "How can giving piss her off?"

"Should have... Aye I don't normally talk about sex with her to anyone."

"Who here would fuck your wife?" Chris says.

Dee chuckles. "All of us. The real question is who she would fuck."

"Bitch you can say you would fuck my wife but you get mad when..."

Dee interrupts me. "Proceed. You were selfless and what?"

Chris laughs. "Women make you insecure as hell."

"I think I pissed my wife off cause we didn't have sex." I say staring out at the water. I stand up. "Is that Cammie by the water?"

"Yeah, I think she on the phone." Chris shrugs.

"By the water? Everybody here. Who the fuck she gotta go out there to talk to?"

"Trey." Chris snaps sitting up. "My nigga didn't Amber just tell your ass to stop. Damn."

I ignore him. "Whatever."

"See this why niggas like us end up single and fucking random bitches."

"I ain't like you." Dee chuckles. "I only been with like 10 women my whole life."

Chris laughs. "Bitch shut the fuck up. You know you been with more..."

Dee interrupts him. "No fucking lie. Me and MiMi been together since I was a virgin."

"So you the only person she fucked? Then why the hell you worried?"

"Naw, we broke up once for like a year. While she was pregnant with JJ and after he was born. For about two years."

I walk away from them to go see who Cammie talking to on the phone. Why are you all the way out there?

[lovelivingmydreams]

Lukanetteweek day 2: family +day 3: confession

Day 1 Luka strung his guitar as he observed Marinette taking the measurements of Kitty Section’s band members. Rose and the others had approved of Mari’s designs. So now all that was left to do was making those designs a reality. She’d come to the garage where they’d been practicing their new song, without the speakers as not to disturb the neighbors too much. She’d come in right after they’d started and had cheered them on the whole time. She waited patiently until they were done before waving a notebook and measuring tape, indicating the reason for her presence. Adrien had apologized and left with the promise to send her his measurements. He had a shoot. She went on to measure Rose, Juleka and finally Ivan. The girls were easy enough for her. She went to work with confident practiced moves and a steady rhythm. Measure, write, measure, write. Measure, complement, write. When it came to Ivan she needed some help from Juleka. When she saw the slight flash of insecurity on his face she comforted him by saying that Mylene must feel so safe having someone so big and strong to look after her. After she got all of his measurements down they all left. The girls had a double date with Ivan and Mylene. “Gues it’s my turn huh?” he concluded as he put his guitar away before getting up to walk towards her, hands casually shoved in his pockets. Marinette nodded without looking, turning over a page in her notebook and presumably writing down his name on top of her prepared sheet. He could see a slight blush forming on her cheeks. Was she nervous about touching him? That was kind of cute. “So what first?” he asked patiently. He had no where to be which was why he’d waited until everyone with plans had their turn. “Uhm,” she hesitated, playing with the pen in her hand.”You probably should take your hoodie off... for accurate measurements.” He nodded in understanding and took of the extra layer. It was kind of chilly in the garage, but it couldn’t be helped. Unless he wanted his shirt to be two sizes too big. Marinette closed her eyes, took a deep breath and when she opened them she had a determined look in her eyes. Her posture straightened and she walked towards him with a confidence one wouldn’t have expected of her judging by how she acted only seconds before. Except Luka had already seen her passionate, determined and confident under pressure. That she felt the need to give herself a peptalk for him was kind of flattering. Still he hoped she’d soon be comfortable enough around him to just be herself without second guessing her actions. “I’ll start with your back and shoulders,” she informed him as she walked around. “Whatever you say Miss Dupain-Cheng,” he smirked. He felt her delicate hands follow the line of his shoulders as she aligned the measuring tape. He heard a short hum before her hands disappeared ass she moved to write her findings down. Then her hands moved along his spine and he resisted the urge to move. No need for her to find out he was ticklish right now. “Can you put up your arms?” He did as he was told. She measured the circumference of his upper arm, his lower arm and his wrist. Then she measured the length of his upper and lower arm before she walked back around to stand in front of him. The blush had reappeared on her cheeks. “Now comes the awkward stuff huh?” he smirked, which lead to her blushing more intensely. She looked up apologetically and nodded. “I’m not very used to doing this... I mean I’ve taken measurements before, but usually from people I’ve know all my live... It’s different.” She fumbled with the tape, looking everywhere except at him. “Well I’m glad you get to practice overcoming this with me. You want to be a professional designer someday right? You’ll probably have to take a lot of measurements of models before you get to the point where you can pay someone to do that for you,” he mused. Marinette nodded. “Yeah. First I’ll have to built a portfolio and then I need to apply at IFA, take the exam, then when I get in I need to tale on internships. I’ll apply for one at Gabriel and work my way up trough the ranks and by the time I graduate I’ll be offered a job as a designer.” Luka smiled at the excitement in her eyes. “Well you’ve planned out your entire career it seems.” She blushed at his remark. “But I wonder what a bout your family life? Have you figured that out yet?” She seemed like the kind of girl that had her wedding half-planed and her house picked out before she graduated college. “well...” Yep, she was definitely that kind of girl. “I may have a few ideas for my wedding dress drawn out,” she admitted. “I dream of a beautiful house near the Seine. And we’d have three kids. Emma, Louis and Hugo. And a pet hamster.” Luka chuckled. “A hamster?” he queried. “I love hamsters,” she insisted. He held his hands up in surrender. “I can almost imagine it myself actually. You making coffee, a pencil in your hair and a notebook in your pocket in case of emergency’s. Emma drawing pretty dresses at the kitchen table while the boys are climbing the tree in the garden.” She nodded at the picture he painted. She gestured for him to spread his arms again. It seemed that engaging her mind with this fantasy helped her to keep her mind of of worrying about things getting awkward. “I don’t expect any of my kids to pursue fashion actually. If they want to that’s fine. But especially since I’ve seen how being pushed into his father’s business is weighing down on Adrien, I wouldn’t want to do that to my little angels,” she explained as she measured his chest, not even blinking while she reached around him, coming almost chest to chest. “I just want them to be kind, considerate and happy,” she smiled as she wrote down his size. “If they take after their mother you won’t have to worry about those first two. And the latter can’t possibly be a problem. Between you and your parents, plus an honorary aunt like Alya...” he wanted to say more, but an accidental graze from her thumb against his stomach caused to cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath. Dang... That was his weak spot. “Luka?” Marinette looked up at him confused, but then realization dawned on him. Mischievous Marinette was both very cute and a terrifying sight. “Are you ticklish?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. One hand lifted as though she wanted to let him know that she would put him to the test if he denied it. “... Yes,” he admitted and he was rewarded with a giggle. “That’s adorable,” she managed between fits of laughter. “Yeah... Little hint, don’t embarrass your professional models like that. Their ego’s are most likely a whole lot more fragile than mine,” he muttered in mock annoyance. Mari nodded and went back to work. Apearantly learning that he was ticklish was the icebreaker needed to make her at ease, since she took the rest of his measurements in comfortable silence. When she was done she got up and checked her notebook one last time. Luka was ready to grab his guitar and leave, but then she grabbed him by the arm and spun him around. “I forgot about your hat!” she exclaimed. He looked at her confused. “I have cold weather accessories planned for everyone,” she explained while she reached on her tiptoes to measure the circumference of his head. He should’ve sat down for this. He should’ve stopped her when he noticed she was too hurried to think straight. But she’d wanted to get this last one done quickly, he had been taken by surprise. And now they were both falling to the ground. On instinct Luka wrapped his body around hers to make sure he’d break her fall. When they hit the ground he broke the force of the fall by rolling them both over a few times. This resulted in him crouching down above a dazed and blushing Marinette. For one breathless moment his attention was captivated by her lips, but then that moment passed and he, once again, got a clear sight of his priorities. “Are you alright?” he breathed. Mari nodded and with a sigh of relief he helped her up “I’ll take a seat this time,” he smirked, earning an apologetic smile. “That’s probably for the best,” she agreed. After she’d taken this one last measurement she packed her things.while he contemplated that split second where he’d wanted to act without thinking the consequences trough. He was always a ‘go with the flow’ kind of guy. But he knew that with matters of the heart he needed to be careful. “See you Luka!” Mari called behind him. He acted on instinct. “Wait!” he exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist. Urgently but not too hard. Marinette looked up at him in surprise. “I feel like I need to tell you this... To make sure that there’s no misunderstanding I need you to know that I don’t expect anything from you. But I want you to know how I feel regardless. I like you Marinette. Enough that I want to find out if I might be the lucky man who one day gets to see you in that dress you sketched, to carry you trough the doorway of the little house by the seine. I want to find out if I might be so lucky as to find myself the father of those three children. And maybe I’m not. But I feel like if I don’t let you know this now then I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting it. You are the song I want to sing Marinette. But I’d understand if you don’t feel that way. I’ve seen you look at Adrien... But still, sometimes I think I catch you looking at me that way.” Marinette was silent for a minute. “You really mean that? You like me as more than a friend?” she asked breathlessly. Luka nodded, his face serious. “The truth is Luka, I don’t know how I feel right now... Would you give me time? To sort out my heart? I’d understand if you don’t want to wait for that. I feel selfish for even asking...” “Not at all!” he insisted. “I told you i didn’t expect you to do anything with this. And you should never feel pressured to feel anything for anyone.Thank you for listening to what i had to say.” Marinette smiled and gave him a playful shove. “How come you’re so mature?” she wondered. Luka shrugged. “I spent a lot of time listening,” was all he had to say. She accepted this as an explanation and after a short moment of hesitation she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. Luka sighed. His heart felt lighter, now that he’d confessed. And while some would consider a ‘maybe’ as worse than a straight out ‘no’, he knew that this was the most that Marinette was able to offer at this point. When she spoke he could hear the conflict inside her. If he’d have to put it into notes it would be a confusing piece, fluctuating in tempo, volume and tone. She needed time. And he was happy to give her that gift. Regardless of the result. Day 4 part 1 Part 2 Day 5&6 Day 7

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[mvrlcy]

.･:*:･ﾟ’ twenty two year old cis male marley redd was made in brooklyn and attended st. jude’s. he still resides in new york, and are currently a professional ballet dancer. they are matching twin outfits in childhood photos, a boyfriend or hookup’s too-big hoodie with tights & leg warmers, scissors dragging against the bottom of pointe shoes, hours spent scrutinizing in front of a mirror and a docile, rosy-cheeked smile. onlookers say they resemble troye sivan.

it’s me... again. you’re going to get sick of me, i swear it. marley is an older muse of mine ( like all of a month old ) so he has... wait for it.... an actual bio!! and so does his brother who is played by my friend so like watch out for this Content™ also i’m very currently watching a movie so if this makes no sense, now you know why!

trigger warnings: ed related content, homophobia & some nsfw mentions

HISTORY

marley was born on the gold coast of australia, two minutes older than his twin brother ( @cmerys ) and their younger brother. their mother was a fairly successful ballet dancer for the australian ballet and i’d imagine she wanted both twins to follow in her footsteps. marley took up dancing like he was born to do it ( and perhaps he was ) but he seemed to get all the talent in that regard, leaving nothing left for emery as far as dance was concerned. that was alright though – one prodigy is probably all a family can hope for in the first place. with marley in a place of honor in his mother’s eyes and their younger brother being dad’s favorite for his more stereotypical masculine interests, that left little room for emery. marley, being a compassionate and caring lil darling, took it upon himself to care for his younger brother. he’ll tease em mercilessly but he’s the only one allowed to do so.

tw eating disorder the only other thing that marley cares about nearly as much as he does his twin brother is dance. classical music flows through his blood and from as early as age four, he’s been putting in countless hours at the dance studio and practicing at home in his ‘free time’. he’s good. really good. so good that they moved to brooklyn ny at the age of 12 because he’d learned all he can learn in australia. but it’s also affected him mentally. to be the best, he works out obsessively and cuts corners food wise. the twins were already slender but over the years, marley dropped down in weight until he was little more than muscle on bone. he doesn’t notice it as a problem and in some ways, his profession encourages it. it’s kind of your ballet dancer trope for a reason! he’s gotten the nickname little redd for his incredibly petite frame and the only one who has caught on is emery who tries to help in his own soft way.

personality wise, marley tries to make up for the shyness of his twin brother. bright and open, he’s literally a social butterfly. it’s also a bit of a cover for his own crippling internalized insecurities, assuming that by projecting this saccharine sweet demeanor, no one will look below the surface. but essentially just picture a little angel boy and you have marley redd. he tries to be friends with everyone, avoids conflict like its his job and tends to be a little taken advantage of for how genuinely nice he is.

he’s known from a young age that he was gay. it’s never really been a question. he was assumed as much since he was a male ballet dancer and he kind of hated fitting into that stereotype but alas. one cannot help who one is attracted to! plus he’s usually found with a bit of makeup on ( a hobby he picked up from his dance ) and wearing very effeminately oversized hoodies and tight leggings w/ leg warmers. it’s not hard to guess. he was never really popular in the first place ( more so just with girls who kind of wanted him to be their token gay best friend, even before he came out ) so in order to save emery ( who is also queer ) the pain and bullying of being the out kid in school, marley came out first! in fact, em never really had to – people just assumed.

tw n*sfw? sexually, marley is more experienced than his angelic demeanor lets on. he accidentally flirts and tends to say yes to guys way too easily. it’s like deceptive innocence on the streets and anything but innocent in the sheets. he loves being straight boys’ first gay experience or being the obediently little sub for those with more skills and prowess. down for anything bc again, a little gullible. it’s where his secret has come into play. emery got a boyfriend at the end of last year! his first bc lil em is very shy and docile. marley... was a little jealous but it was cool! it was fine! until the boyfriend started making passes at him. and marley really did think the boyf was hot and emery wasn’t ready for that step yet so. one thing led to another and they started up a tryst! a tryst he felt guilty about every time it happened but y’know. marley got himself a boyfriend but continually found himself with emery’s. eventually the cheating and the betrayal of his brother got to be too much. at a halloween party where he snuck off with emery’s beau, he eventually confessed to his brother afterwards that he cheated (not who with though). he was subsequently dumped by his own boyfriend but can’t for the life of him figure out why or how he found out.

PRESENT ( IF YOU READ NOTHING ELSE, READ THIS )

with his skill in dance quickly growing in the creative nyc setting, marley auditioned for plenty of renowned ballet companies. much to his surprise and delight, the nyc ballet invited him to join their corps. they put him and emery (because he wasn’t going to leave his bby brother behind ) up in an apartment of their own, freeing them from under the thumb of their parents. he’s working extra hard because he wants to be a featured dancer someday ( and someday soon! the youngest ever soloist was 20 so he’s already two years behind! a boy’s gotta work which is also dangerous bc he’s already pushing himself too hard! )

summary: marley is a tiny dancing cliche and a little softie sweetheart who just wants to be everyone’s friend. he has his own mental / image issues which he buries beneath a smile but all in all he’s living his dream. he loves his twin brother more than life itself and has been in brooklyn since 12 and in the ballet since last year so give me all the plots!!

IDEAS!!

hookups

his most ex boyfriend ( they broke up after halloween and dated about 4 months ) ** this is gonna be a wc if no one can take it up

emery’s ex boyfriend -- THEO

'straight boy’ crushes

gym rat -- KENNY

close friends ( all or most probably girls tbh ) -- GIGI

big party friend group -- MARGOT, more open

someone interested in ballet who idolizes marley

dancer friend

boy he’s gonna try and set up with emery out of guilt

neighbor

bad influence

older ex boyfriends / ex flings 

someone protective over marley

mutually protective over emery -- JAMILA

someone he’s protective over -- JAIME

someone whose boyfriend marley flirted with / maybe slept with 

sibling type friendship 

wingperson -- JAMILA

unrequited crush

childhood friends who visited australia

mutual dislike

confidant ( besides em ) -- GIGI

 that’s.... all i got

#xointro #intro.

[plussizeappreciationfics]

One shot: We belong together

Requested by @jazmynejack: 😂 tell me why I was at work screaming at that Chris story, what a trashbag and I have a idea how about a black reader and Winston duke, coming up with your own idea please and thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Black plus sized reader x Winston Duke

Warning(s): crying

Word count: 1809

A/N: Am I the only one who pretends to act like my imaginary significant other broke my heart to pieces whenever this song comes on??

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 I didn't mean it When I said I didn't love you so I should have held on tight I never should've let you go I didn't know nothing I was stupid I was foolish I was lying to myself I couldn't have fathomed that I would ever Be without your love Never imagined I'd be Sitting here beside myself

   “Baby please!” Winston begged, “ Please tell me what to do to make you love me again” his voice cracked at the end while he watched you pack your things, a sigh leaving your lips. “There’s nothing you can do” you whispered and began zipping up the bags as you had put your last clothing in one of them.

 Winston clenched his jaw as your words hit him like sharp daggers in his heart, “[Y/N]”, he stepped closer to you, “Why did you stop loving me? What’s the reason for you leaving me?” he tried his best to fight back the tears that were brimming his eyes.

 Winston touched your shoulder but you hissed and shrugged his hand off, the touch you once loved so much felt like nothing now. You lifted your bags off the bed and turned around, finally facing your now ex boyfriend.

 The look on his face made you feel empathy for him, but your decision was already made and nothing could change your mind. The only thing that bothered you was that you had to be honest and confess Winston the reason for you leaving him.

 “Why?” his voice pulled you out of your thoughts, you cleared your throat and took a deep breath. “I’m in love with someone else” you finally confessed and watched the heartbreak consume Winston as he bowed his head and slowly nodded his head.

 The pain he was feeling in his chest was unbearable,”Then…go” he chocked the two words out before stepping aside, not looking at you once. “I’m sorry Winston” you whispered before leaving his bedroom, not looking back as you were making your way to your new love.

  'Guess I didn't know you 'Guess I didn't know me But I thought I knew everything I never felt The feeling that I'm feeling Now that I don't Hear your voice Or have your touch and kiss your lips 'Cause I don't have a choice Oh, what I wouldn't give To have you lying by my side Right here, 'cause baby

     “That was beautiful [Y/N]” the solemnizer smiled at you as you just had finished reading your wedding vows to your soon to be husband Nathanial, the man you had left Winston for. Your stomach was doing churning uncomfortably as you didn’t feel comfortable.

 Your wedding day was supposed to be the best day of your life, but instead you felt like complete and utter shit as you didn’t really loved Nathanial. It took you a few months to realize that you had a crush on him but it never really developed into something serious.

 You had wanted to go back to the real love of your life, Winston, but before you had a chance to break up with Nathanial, he flew out your parents and closest friends and proposed to you on your nine-month anniversary.

 You regretted leaving Winston in a heartbeat for someone you though you loved. Shame and guilt ate you alive for every single day as you couldn’t get the image of Winston’s face, the night you left him out of your head.

 You spent crying for an hour in the bathroom, wishing that Duke was the one proposing to you before you wiped your tears away, reapplied your makeup and joining your friends, family and now fiancé at the celebration.

 After you got engaged, Nathanial hired a professional wedding planner who was able to plan the whole wedding for your one-year anniversary. There were so many times you wanted to break up with Nathanial, explain to him that you didn’t love him but every time you tried, you remembered the way your mother was so happy and proud to finally see you becoming someone’s wife.

 So, you bit your tongue and held back the tears while pretending that you loved your fiancé. Although it was stupid, you sent a secret invitation to Winston in hope that he’d call you, beg you to not marry Nathanial and go back to him, but he never did and it resulted in you crying yourself to sleep whenever your fiancé was working late.

 When you left I lost a part of me It's still so hard to believe Come back baby please, 'cause We belong together Who else am I gonna lean on When times get rough? Who's gonna talk to me on the phone Till the sun comes up? Who's gonna take your place? There ain't nobody better Oh baby, baby We belong together

  Your heart began pounding as you slipped the ring onto Nathanial’s finger and faked a smile while feeling disgusted with yourself. Your soon to be husband winked at you before you turned your head and slowly scanned the room, looking at your friends smiling at you while waving, your parents wiping their tears away and Nathanial’s parents nodding their head proudly.

 Your heart painfully clenched in your chest as you wanted nothing more than to leave the ceremony, the church and everyone behind and just run. You felt like the room was spinning as you felt uncomfortably hot. You bit your lip and desperately prayed to god to let a miracle happen so that in a few moments you wouldn’t become Nathanial’s wife because you didn’t have the courage to do it yourself.

 “And to anyone who is against this marriage” the solemnizer spoke, “Speak now or forever hold your peace”, you clenched your eyes shut as your frantic heartbeat echoed in your ears. Your body began to tremble as a huge lump formed in your throat.

 “Stop!” a deep voice yelled, making everyone gasp while you let out a shaky breath. You slowly opened your eyes and looked at the doors of the church, seeing Winston standing there, wearing a simple shirt and jeans.

 He was panting as he slowly walked down the aisle while his gaze was fixed on you. You let out short puffs of air as you felt overwhelmed with happiness and relief. “I’m against this marriage because [Y/N], doesn’t love this man” Winston spoke while pointing at Nathanial.

 Nathanial clenched his jaw and was about to protest when you removed your hand from his while smiling at Winston, thick tears rushing down your cheeks. You were about to take a step towards the love of your life when the voice of your mother chimed in.

   “[Y/N]! What are you doing?” you looked over at your mother and gasped when seeing the disgusted and disappointed look on her face as she for her, you were ruining your life.

  I can't sleep at night When you are on my mind Bobby Womack's on the radio Singing to me 'If you think you're lonely now' Wait a minute This is too deep, too deep I gotta change the station So I turn the dial Trying to catch a break And then I hear Babyface I only think of you And it's breaking my heart I'm trying to keep it together But I'm falling apart I'm feeling all out of my element I'm throwing things Crying Trying to figure out Where the hell I went wrong The pain reflected in this song Ain't even half of what I'm feeling inside I need you Need you back in my life (in my life, in my life), baby

  You looked over at Nathanial’s parents who were glaring at you, obviously being angry that you led them and everybody else up. Nathanial swallowed hard as his heart was pounding in his chest, “Baby” he shakily cooed and placed his hands on your cheeks, making you face him again.

 “I love you so much baby, you know that, right? You love me, right?” you could hear the insecurity in Nathanial’s voice. “Remember all the good memories we made? The amazing love we made to each other? Do you really want to through that away for him?” he shot Winston a disgusted look.

 You huffed and took a step back and swallowed hard, “I-I never should have left him” you confessed to which the solmnizer and everyone else gasped and placed their hand in front of their mouths.

 Winston smiled as love and forgiveness clouded his eyes, he ran towards you and took our hand in his before running out of the church together, “[Y/N], you will regret this!” your mother yelled angrily.

 You didn’t care at all as you and Winston ran down the small stairs before he unlocked his car. The two of you were panting as he opened the door for you and helped you get the whole dress into the car. Once he had succeeded, he quickly got into the driver’s seat and closed the door.

 “I’m so sorry” you sobbed while leaning over and wrapping your arms around his neck. “I was such an idiot for leaving you, thinking that I had fallen for someone else. Please forgive me” you cried and clung onto Winston.

 Winston shushed you and wrapped his strong arms around your thick waist, his soul feeling at peace of having you back into his arms again. “I already forgave you baby, just don’t ever do that to me again” he whispered.

 You nodded your head and leaned in, pressing your lips against his plump once and whimpering when you finally felt the sparks and fireworks again. Your mind body and soul had missed Winston so much, you were so sick and tired of kissing someone while feeling nothing at all.

 “Marry me” Winston panted and pulled away while grinning at you, tears brimming his eyes as he wanted nothing more than to have you as his wife. “Yes” you grinned as fresh tears ran down your face before the two of you smashed your lips passionately against each other again.

 “Wait” you mumbled and pulled away while sniffling. Winston frowned but smiled when you took the ring Nathanial had given you and rolled the window down, throwing it out the car before rolling the window back up again.

 “Let’s do this” you smiled and gave Winston one last kiss before the two of you drove away from the church, leaving everybody behind as you started a whole new life together.

  Baby! When you left I lost a part of me It's still so hard to believe Come back, baby, please, 'cause We belong together Who am I gonna lean on When times get rough? Who's gonna talk to me Till the sun comes up? Who's gonna take your place? There ain't nobody better. Oh baby, baby We belong together

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-Emma

#winston duke #winston duke x reader #winston duke x plus size reader #plus size reader #mbaku

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Canadian Girl

Chapter Six

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC  | Word Count: 2701 Warnings: Fluff, Mild Violence, Stereotyping of Canadians (I'm allowed, I am one)

Three days later when the quinjet landed, Kennedy was skating on the pond. She was alone. Matt and Jesse had gone inside when her mood had proven foul.

Everyone had been home when she’d made her impromptu arrival three days ago, appearing on the doorstep with nothing but the clothes on her back.

The family all lived together, still, in the mansion of a farmhouse, her grandfather had built. It was so damn big one could go the whole day without seeing another soul if they wanted to. Or, as they had been when she'd arrived, they could all be together in the living room, watching the game.

It had been nothing to go back to her apartment, scoop up her passport, and catch a cab to the airport. She’d been home and crying on her mother’s shoulder within hours, soothed by her dad’s tight embrace, and comforted by her brothers. All who now wanted to kick one super soldier’s ass. Which, really wouldn’t go well for any of them. The family rallied around her and had been making plans to have a big family dinner so everyone could have a visit with her before she went back to New York.

If she went back to New York.

Hockey stick in hand, she’d been putting pucks into the net with vicious accuracy. Hard slap and score. Each one perfect when he arrived. So what if the last one may have missed by a good foot to, maybe, careen off the windshield of the quinjet right where Captain America’s head happened to be. Not like it would go through or anything. But his glare was easy to see behind the glass. It gave her a deep sense of satisfaction.

When he exited the jet shield first, she had to fight not to snicker.

Straightening up, she skated backwards away from the snow bank and the bench with her boots to stand in the middle of the pond, watching as he walked cautiously towards her through the snow, carrying his shield at his side. “Rogers.”

“Am I going to need this, Kennedy?” he asked, tapping the red and blue shield.

“Out of pucks at the moment, but I do have a mean cross-check,” she stated, shifting the grip on her hockey stick.

“I’ll take my chances.” Placing the shield down by her boots, he tucked his hands into his pockets. “Cold up here.”

She snorted and skated in a circle. “It’s minus ten. Celsius. You haven’t seen cold yet. Winter’s just getting started. What do you want, Rogers?”

“You.”

She kicked up her speed, aware his eyes were glued to her as she glided over the ice. Making a hard turn, she skated right for him, turned sideways and dug in, spraying ice all up his front.

Wiping the slush from his face, he nodded slowly. “Alright, I deserved that.”

Without a second thought, she cross-checked him hard in the chest, sending him over backwards into the snowbank.

“But not that!” he barked.

Leaning on her stick, she just stared down at him and shook her head. “Just had to be Captain freaking America.” Holding out her hand, Kennedy motioned him to his feet.

His hand closed around her heavy glove, and she helped heave him back up.

“What are you made of? Lead?”

“Just a whole lot of muscle, doll,” he said, dusting the snow from his backside.

She found herself face-to-face with him thanks to the blades of her skates. His blue eyes were so vivid, so clear. They said so much without him needing to say anything.

“Look, Kennedy, can we talk?”

Tilting her head, Kennedy ignored the question. “Can you skate, Rogers?” She could see the frustration on his face, but pulled away, heading for the bin on the other end of the bench, spearing the end of her stick into the snowbank as she went by. “Size eleven?”

“Yeah.” His tone was decidedly unhappy.

Throwing the lid up, she leaned over the bin, digging for the skates with the blue laces. Those were Danny's. They should fit Steven fine. When they proved elusive, her cousin had not been out to play a game for a while, apparently, she leaned all the way over and let her feet lift from the ice.

“Ha! There you are,” she crowed and disappeared headfirst into the bin.

His hands were suddenly on her hips, but she was in no danger of going over.

“Kennedy, I really think–”

Her feet hit the ground, and she slapped the skates to his chest. “Skates on, Rogers. Then we’ll talk.”

Kennedy pushed past him out onto the ice, keeping warm as he took a hard look at the skates before taking his boots off and jamming his feet into them. They were going to be cold, really cold, and she smiled a little, feeling vindictive.

The ice gave her the freedom to move without the ability to escape. She wanted to talk but didn’t want to be stationary while she did it.

He wobbled when he stood, hands shooting out to keep his balance. He looked a little stiff, and she skated closer.  

“You okay there, Cap?” she asked. “You could have said no when I asked if you could skate.” Chucking her gloves towards her boots, she held out her hands for him to take.

His were warm and callused. Strong. A real masculine pair of hands.

They reminded her of her dad’s hands. A working man’s hands.

“I can skate. It’s just been a really long time.” He said softly. “And these ain’t exactly what I used when I was a kid. Plus they’re really cold, doc.”

Skating backwards, she snickered as she gave his hands a tug. “One foot at a time, Captain.”

She pushed off, and he followed, his face clearing of the pout he was sporting when he realized it wasn’t as hard as he’d thought. Saying nothing, she led him around the pond, helping him find his rhythm.

His eyes drifted up to her toque, the same one he’d stolen from her head before, tracing down to take in the jeans which covered her legs, and the puffy, sky blue coat keeping her torso warm.

“I preferred it when you called me Steven,” he said. “I went to your place in the city. Your neighbour said you went home. To your parent’s ranch. In Canada.”

It sounded so much like a pouting child’s accusation, Kennedy gave a small smile. “Annie never could keep a secret. Did she shriek when she saw you?”

“Nearly broke my eardrums,” Steve said. “She’s a huge fan.” He eyed her carefully as he asked, “How can you have a neighbour like her and not know who I was?”

“You do remember that I’m Canadian, right? I hate to break it to you, but you’re not our super soldier. As for my neighbour, I never paid attention to who or what Annie babbled on about. We really only know each other in passing, take care of each other's plants when away kind of thing. And, in the last few years,” she flicked her fingers at the wide open sky and the mountains which rose around them. “Why would I watch TV or read a newspaper when I had this to play in. Plus, there was school and all that entailed. Work and research and my job. Weekends were spent with the family or working the ranch and, yeah, I may have been aware of everything that was happening in the world but…” she looked out at the mountains. “It seemed very far removed.” Until it wasn’t.

“And once you got to New York?” he asked quietly. “You were working on the serum, my serum. How could you not know who I was?”

“Steven, I needed your blood and your DNA. I didn’t need to know what your face looked like. I’ve seen pictures of you as Cap, the suit and the mask, but… it really wasn’t important to me. I was focused on figuring out the serum. Spent three years with my face in a notebook or my eyes behind a microscope. Heck, I nearly walked into you six times never realizing it was the same person until you said something.”

“Three times,” he muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“It was three times. The other three I may have… set up.”

She stopped in the middle of the pond. “You set yourself up to get walked into by me? Why?”

His eyes darted away, and red darkened his face.

“Steven?”

“Because… I saw you around the Tower and thought you were one beautiful dame. But you were always head down in a book, never noticed the men that drooled at your heels. I couldn’t seem to find an opportunity to just talk to you. Then you nearly walked into me a couple times and I... found an opening. Took a little conniving, but it worked.”

He looked so darn bashful and shy, and he was giving her the puppy eyes again. It hurt her heart to look at him.

Letting go of his hands, she turned and skated away. Halting only to tilt her face to the sun on the far side of the pond, she sighed, listening to the approaching scrape of skate blades.

“I get it, what you did. I understand wanting to remain a little anonymous after everything you’ve gone through. How it must be nice to have someone just talk to you without all the hero worship.” Her mother had been the one to take his side, make her see things from his point of view; to her father’s consternation. “I did my research these last few days.” And worked through a host of her own insecurities. “Captain Steven Grant Rogers, the first Avenger. You really are everywhere online. Guess I should have paid more attention to Annie when she rambled on about the blue-eyed, blond beefcake who wandered Stark Tower.” She laughed a self-deprecating sound. “I have an IQ that could rival the likes of Iron Man himself, but I couldn’t figure out the man I’d grown so fond of was a damn Avenger.”

“Does that make a difference? The Avenger part?” he asked nervously.

“Yes and no.” Sighing, she turned to face him. “I know that you’re no different than you were four weeks ago just because I know who you are now. You’re still the same man, but I don’t like guns, Steven. I really don’t like guns. I know if I were to start a relationship with you, someday, someone would eventually shoot at me.”

“Kennedy, I can’t promise that will never happen.  Any relationship an Avenger has could, eventually, be used against them, putting their loved ones in danger. But I would do everything I could to see you protected.”

“I know you would. I know that.” She started skating again, needing to move, closing her hands over her arms. They were cold now with the lack of his body heat. “There are… things… I haven’t told you about me. Things that may make you change your mind about that.”

“Kennedy.”

He snagged her sleeve and pulled her hard into his body, nearly taking them both to the ice. Once he seemed certain they weren’t going to go crashing to the ground, he wrapped her tight in his arms. “I don’t care about things. I care about you. And just to make one thing perfectly clear, you, doll, are damn gorgeous. To me, you are the epitome of female beauty.”

She stared at him with her mouth open for a full five seconds before reacting. “Shut up, Rogers!” she gasped, punching him in the shoulder. “You’re so full of it!”

His entire countenance darkened, and she found herself face-to-face with what had to be his Captain America persona. “You forget, doll, this is not my era. I didn’t grow up with the skewed view portrayed in the media of stick thin women or ones who are overly fit. Sure Nat’s nice looking, but she’s not you, Kennedy.”

He dragged down the zipper on her coat, hands diving inside, squeezing her waist. “Women in my era were soft, curved, and feminine.”

His hands wandered her hips, and he skimmed them up her ribcage to rub his thumbs over the edge of her breasts. “You have nothing to be insecure about. Your body is… perfect,” he stated, eyes appreciative and honesty radiating in the words.

“Holy crap,” she moaned when his arm went behind her, the other hand sliding up to cup her cheek. “Steven…”

“Can I kiss you, Kennedy?”

She was surprised he’d asked, having kissed her without doing so the first time. One look at his face, however, had her remembering the way he was always such a gentleman. Holding doors, pulling out chairs. Perhaps that first kiss had been a deviation of the norm for him. Either way, she didn’t care.

He was so close that even through his coat, one much thinner than her own, she could feel the excess heat which poured from his body.

It warmed her as she clasped her hand to the back of his neck. “You’d better, Cap.” If it was the last time she got the chance, she was going to take it with gusto.

His mouth closed over hers and Kennedy moaned. He possessed her mouth, licked at it, and slipped his tongue between her lips when hers parted on a breathy sigh.

The sinuous twine of his tongue kicked all the way to Kennedy’s core, sending heat rippling through her. A shockwave of sensation shook her to the bones. It definitely wasn't the sweet, soft kiss of last time.

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he knocked her hat free, dragging her head back to suck on the skin beneath her ear, directly against her tattoo. The feather which floated in dark ink on her flesh was licked and kissed, causing her breath to catch and release on a soft moan.

“Will you be my girl, Kennedy?”

“Maybe,” she breathed out. “But… Steven, I have to tell you something. It might make you change your mind.”

His mouth was working the sensitive skin of her throat.

She shuddered, hardly able to think when he did that.

“Okay.” He lifted his head reluctantly. “Tell me this horrible secret, Kennedy.”

“I…” The words stuck in her throat, and she bit her lip. “Let’s get these skates off first.”

He didn’t let go. For a moment she was afraid he was going to keep her there until she told him, but eventually, after a deep search of her eyes, he released her, and they skated back to the bench.

Flopping down, Kennedy was quick out of her skates, Steve not far behind. She wiggled her toes before shoving her feet into her cold boots. “Ugh, I’m going to feel that tomorrow.”

“How long you been out here?” Steve asked.

“Couple hours. Taking shots at the net makes for good frustration release.” She may not like exercise, but hockey just didn’t count as exercise. Hockey was hockey. She threw both pairs of skates and her gloves back in the bin.

“Remind me to tell Fury that when he growls about the chip in the quinjet’s windshield.”

Snickering, Kennedy did her jacket back up. Her toque was still in the middle of the pond, sending her sliding across the ice in her boots to retrieve it. “You also deserved that.”

Shaking his head, Steve stomped on his shield and had it slide up his arm. “I’ll make sure he knows.”

Before she could reply, the whistling sound that filled the air made her frown. It was an odd sound, not something she’d ever heard on the ranch before. When Steve plowed into her, taking her to the ground, sending them sliding over the ice and down behind his shield, she was even more confused.

Until the bullets bounced off the vibranium.

“Shit! Kennedy! You alright?” he hollered over the pinging sound of metal-on-metal.

It was completely unreal. Un-freaking-believable! “Damn it, Steven! Not even five minutes after you kiss me, and someone is shooting at us!”

It was almost comical. Almost.

Next Chapter

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[gunsandpuppies]

                                        The puppy rescue

                                              Episode Prompto

   Ice crystals were softly falling in light white flakes on the ground and covering it with a white layer. The breeze only lightly caressed blond hair locks as they waved in the air. Fumes of warm breath formed from Prompto’s lips as he was walking down on a pathway. He was supposed to meet with Aranea at their camping spot. The sound of snow crunching under his boots was the only thing that he could hear. The weather wasn’t heavy, so the wind blew gently and only at times it could be heard. This zone wasn’t occupied with MTs, so for once, he was able to hope that nothing would jump on him.

   Prompto was thinking about the food stock he collected with Aranea, he was definitely starving. As if there was nothing that would get in his way for him to get to his destination in order to fill his stomach. Until sounds of reedy whimpering interrupted the quiet atmosphere. Prompto flinched, not quite believing what he was hearing right now. He processed these noises quickly, this was definitely puppy whining. Was it an illusion? The blond halted his steps and listened carefully to the whimpers. He turned his head side to side in an attempt to locate where did they come from. He realised that the sound pressure was louder in his right ear, so he immediately took a turn on right.

   He rushed forward as the sounds were becoming clearer and clearer. He happened to end up in front of a large piece of rock that’s been detached from a mountain. But where, where else was he supposed to go further? There was nothing around the rock’s sides until he checked from the back. There he spotted something that could be his answer to his wonders. The rock had a small cave opening. There must be the helpless puppy. Where was its mum? Did she abandon it? Or couldn’t she save it? Prompto kneeled down in front of the opening and looked in. He spotted something, but the whimpering was cut off. The pup must have seen him. The blond noticed a fuzzy little coat was trembling in the shadows, only barely visible. He also saw a paw was showing from outside the shade where the sun was able to reach. It wasn’t so bright since the cave seemed to be deep.

   “Come, I will save you...” Prompto attempted to call out to the puppy, whistling softly and at times sending kisses as he’d normally do whenever he was calling over a dog. The puppy looked confused, it wanted to go to him as it hesitantly stood up but then sat back down, tried to shuffle forward but then backed away. It was insecure, it was afraid this might be a threat to it. “Who am I kidding...? I would do the same as well. Good... don’t be naive. “He told to himself as he thought of plan B. The cave didn’t seem that small or that big. In fact, it looked like a perfect fit for him. “Well... here goes nothing.” The blond lowered himself to the surface of the ground and attempted to crawl in. Good thing the depth of the cave wasn’t too much otherwise he would have needed help. He only needed to go as far as his upper-body was in, his arms did the rest. The puppy kept backing off; paws were tapping on the cold ground in confusion of which side to go. “It’s okay... I won’t hurt you.” Prompto said with a soft tone as he reached out to take a hold of the pup the gentlest way possible. The little one started crying, thinking it was caught, which only broke Prompto’s heart due to such noises being one of his weaknesses. “No... Don’t cry....” He started to crawl backwards as he was carefully dragging the puppy out with himself. And not so later after he finally was sitting up under the light as he positioned the little pup in his arms. The poor baby was trembling both from the cold and fear. Prompto handled it with care as he let it rest against his abdomen, its paws were clutching at his chest. “You must be starving... heh, guess we’re both in the same boat. Alone... cold... hungry.” The blond sighed as he stood up from his sitting spot. “Let’s go to a better place. I... hope your mum would be able to find you. I will come by this place to check if she is wandering about. For now, I want to warm you up and give you food.” He talked to the pup as it had calmed down, it’s muzzle dropped to his chest in between its paws. “Heh, you’re a cute one. You look like a little grey wolf pup. Hmm... You could be?”

   After a moment he came to his senses that he was probably making Aranea wait and it was best if he started moving. Plus, this way he could take care of the pup and himself too. “Let’s go.” The blond headed back to the main path. His arms were protectively shielding the puppy in a secure yet gentle hold. The little one was probably still in shock but it was quiet and relaxing. At times Prompto looked down at it to see it licking at its nose to keep it hydrated. A smile of great affection spread across Prompto’s lips. It looked like he held something so precious, so dear to him. Those bright blue eyes were staring at him from under, resembling innocence. The pup flicked its ears once in a while to listen to the surroundings. “We’re almost there...” The blond whispered as they were approaching the main location where Aranea was. He was thinking about what her expression would be once she sees the little pup, but he was sure she wouldn’t mind. ‘

   Prompto’s smile never faded ever since he got the puppy in his hold. He already cherished it and was ready to keep it from any harm. Hopefully, he’d be able to find its mother. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it for long... it being with him would be far dangerous. Until then, he was going to take good care of it.

   ... And from a far... beyond the open area... stood a spirit, carefully watching. White pelt waved from the breeze and camouflaged with the snow, crystal blue eyes tracked the duo and their safety on their way. Pryna was following Prompto on his journey through all this time. She was his guide and messenger. She was his guardian angel.

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City of Stars (Chapter 9) - Leatwerpenn

A/N - Hi everyone, I am SO SORRY about the delay in getting this out. Preparing for my trip to Japan has consumed most of the past week. I leave in a few days and I will no way get all of this edited and posted before I go. The fic is 16 Chapters plus an epilogue. I will however, try to get 2 more chapters posted before I leave. This is a slight filler chapter but has some fluff! Enjoy!

Chapter 9 (2011) 5 Years Before. LA. Summer. Matt sat on his piano stall in the spare room, staring off into space. He could hear Jason on the phone in the next room, talking to someone about himself. “He is just working at Charlie’s right now… I don’t know… He is saving for his own club remember? Yeah. Don’t worry. He is working as much as he can. Yeah, it’s a little slow but. Okay? I can’t talk about that right now. Come pick me up later, we can grab dinner or a Starbucks before I see Matt? Okay. See you then.” Matt couldn’t make out the entire conversation, but he assumed it was about himself. In an ideal world, Matt wouldn’t even have Jason working. He would ideally like him to quit his job at the coffee shop, purely so he can focus on perfecting his ‘one woman show’.  Or, continue to try and get more acting jobs. But they didn’t live in an ideal world. He had no need to worry about money for so long, that he had kind of forgotten what it was like to pay for things. Matt was sure that Jason was covering more of the rent than he was. Where was he getting the extra cash from? Worry clouded him. I never want him doing that again. He took his phone from where it sat on the top of his piano and scrolled through his contacts. His finger stopped when he saw ‘Raja’ staring back at him. He had seen Raja at Charlie’s a while back regarding a spot he had open, and mentioned that it paid well. How well was well? Is it enough to support Jason and Violet? It wasn’t just Jason and Violet that motivated him. For the first time since learning to play piano, he wanted a better life for himself. He didn’t want to play in someone else’s place anymore. Matt wanted something to call his own. He typed a message to Raja. How do I word this? Hey Raja, its Matt – That key’s spot still open? That didn’t sound too desperate? Right? Matt sat back and awaited a response. It was quicker than he expected. Sure. Come to Record Plant. West Hollywood. You should find it on maps. Say 12ish?  Matt smiled. He typed a quick response back and rushed into the shower room. “Matt, get out of my getting ready bubble.” Jason stood, butt naked, in front of the mirror while he shaved. Matt was digging the slight stubble that he had grown on his chin and above his lip. But Jason hated it. “Don’t be insecure, you look gorgeous. And I have a meeting so I need to shower.” Matt stripped and went to get in the shower when he noticed Jason’s problem. “Eye’s up dumbass. And if you have a meeting then we don’t have time.” Jason returned Matt just smirked and pulled him into the shower. _______________________________________ Matt sat outside the recording studio, with his ignition still on, blaring his Jazz music. Why am I so nervous? Matt had met Raja when he first moved to LA. He had worked with Courtney on a TV show that they both guest starred in. Raja and Courtney bonded because of Matt’s love for Jazz. He didn’t like Raja as he used to constantly flirt with her and it pissed him off. What used to also piss him off, was that Raja was very openly bisexual and Matt envied his courage. Well, I don’t really have that to be mad about anymore. He turned the ignition off. Breathe in. Breathe out. Got out of the car, and walked into the studio. _______________________________________ Jason’s work day was going really slowly; now, instead of checking his phone constantly for call backs, he found himself taking out his ‘one woman show’ script and planning book to pass the time. He was constantly making notes and changes. So far, he had planned the entire act and costume changes, and was now on to working out final details. He knew he was close to the point of visiting theatres that would host him. The thought excited him and Violet. Jason stood outside the Warner Brothers lot waiting for Kurtis to pick him up. He had been waiting for 10 minutes already and he was feeling anxious. Ever since the Boomer encounter, he hated working at the lot, and wanted nothing more than to quit.  I just wish I could afford to quit. He and Kurtis still spoke most days. He had a feeling that there may be trouble in his and Patricks’ paradise, but he didn’t feel like it was his place to bring it up. He assumed it was similar to himself and Matt – learning to adjust to living with another person can be hard. Kurtis pulled up and he hopped into the car.  “About time bitch, what were you doing? Hatching eggs?” Jason laughed at his own joke. Kurtis had some weird fascination about chickens, so he always tried to add some kind of bad joke into their conversations. “Sorry. Patrick was… never mind. Where to? Starbucks?” Kurtis enquired. He looked ecstatic to see Jason. Okay, what is his deal? “Sure, I haven’t heard from Matt, so I don’t know if we’re eating together, so coffee may be better.” He smiled at Kurtis while he checked his phone. No Messages. He knew Matt had gone to a meeting about playing keys on some tracks for a band. He knew the main singers name was Raja, and that he and Matt have history. He didn’t get to ask much more than that before Matt left, they had other things on their minds this morning. Jason and Kurtis chatted animatedly while they placed their orders, and waited for their coffee to be made. Cups in hand, they found a booth and sat opposite one another. “Okay, I’m dying to tell you this! I need someone to talk to and you have to help me!” Kurtis had the oddest look on his face. Was that happiness? Confusion? I can barely tell, he has had so much Botox! “Oooookaayyy?” Jason enquired, as a look of bewilderment started to manifest on his face. He adored Kurtis as a friend, but he was so hard to read sometimes. He has either broken up with Patrick… Or… “He Proposed!” Kurtis jumped out of his seat and flashed a ring, which Jason hadn’t noticed before, right under his nose. He grabbed his hand and began inspecting it.

“Wow! Congratulations! But, you guys haven’t been together for that long… Less than a year? Can you not like? Date longer?” Jason felt like an asshole as he watched Kurtis’ expression change. Okay, even I noticed the sadness on his face under the work he has had done. “Really Jason? You can’t be happy for me? Not even for a second?”He sounded upset. Shit. “I’m sorry. Just… Congratulations.” He smiled at Kurtis, but his smile didn’t reach all of the way to his eyes. Jason felt happy for him; he knew Patrick was a lovely guy who made Kurtis happy. But, he also felt sad. Will I get that with Matt one day? “Well, thanks I guess… I have been dying to tell you since he proposed! It was so romantic. He…” Jason stopped listening to Kurtis. He was just focussing on the fact that his father had got his mother pregnant, left her, and she had to raise him alone. She passed away when he was a teenager. He lived with his Auntie. She then left for Paris. What if now he had Matt, he would just leave too? This thought, nagging in his brain, haunted him in that moment. Only now, it felt. Different. He was in love with Matt, couldn’t deny that. No other man had made him feel the way that Matt did. Nobody had made him feel more safe, inspired and beautiful as Matt did. He worried about him constantly. I know he feels the same. Stop being silly. Jason glanced down at his phone discreetly. No Messages. “Dude, listen to me! Just because you have a broke ass boyfriend, who can’t take care of you, it doesn’t mean you can’t be fully here when you are worrying about him getting a job! Pay attention to me! I have been trying to tell you this, face to face, for days!” Kurtis’ outburst shocked Jason. What? Jason stared at Kurtis after his confession. Are you for real? “What are you even talking about? Matt is the reason why I have been feeling so amazing lately. Matt motivates me to be a better man, and a better woman! He makes me feel comfortable about who I am. Yes Kurtis, I am happy for you. Of course I am. But since I got in the car have you asked about how I’m feeling? Even for one second? What gives you the right to pass judgement on Matt? Up until a year ago, you were working in Sephora! So don’t get on your high horse! And you haven’t even asked me about my one woman show! Everything is always about you! God, you are so shallow!” Jason felt the anger boiling, as he stood up from his seat. “And for the record, it has nothing to do with money, so stop hassling me about it! We are happy! Money isn’t everything.” He grabbed his jacket and left the coffee shop. Just as Jason left he could feel the shiver shoot up his spine. Matt was leaning against the car, Jazz blaring. With a smile on his face. “Guess what.” Matt smirked, and all Jason could see was his star. (2008) 3 Years Before. Atlanta. Summer. “Guess what?” Aunt Addie stood in front of Jason with a huge smile on her face. She was gripping something to her chest so tight he thought she might explode. “What’s up?” Jason enquired, glancing up from sitting on his bed. “I got a permanent position in a Moulin Rouge show! In Paris!” Addie was now jumping up and down on the spot. Jason felt his heart break. “You’re leaving?” Jason immediately felt himself break, a tear slipping down his cheek. He wiped it away angrily and then proceeded to stand and engulf his Aunt in the biggest hug. “I’m so sorry! I’m so happy for you! It’s just so overwhelming!” He smiled through the pain he was feeling. Addie pulled Jason away and held him at arm’s length. “Honey, you are nineteen. You are an amazing young man who will conquer the world, once you allow yourself to!” She stroked Jason’s cheek to wipe away his sadness. “I know I’m just, scared.” He looked down, unsure of himself. “That’s normal, but you must go and get your dreams, they won’t come on their own. I loved your mum, my sister, very much. But she stayed in Atlanta and Atlanta was no good for her. Go to New York! Or LA! Somewhere that will embrace and love you, just like your mother and I do.” Addie smiled warmly at Jason. He smiled back. “Okay. I promise I’ll chase my dreams. And I’m so happy for you.” Jason felt, for the first time in a while, that he wanted nothing more than to make his most beloved family members proud of him. A few weeks later, he sat on a plane; glancing out of the window, and all he could see, were stars. (2011)  LA. Summer. “I’m so happy for you!” Jason pulled Matt into a tight hug. He heard Jason say the words, but he couldn’t help but not hear the happiness in his voice. “Are you sure? I don’t have to do it you know.” Matt pulled back to study Jason’s expression. What is he hiding? – Matt thought. “Of course I am happy for you, Dork! This is amazing! You’re going to be in a band!” Jason moved to get into the car as did Matt. Matt sat down and plugged his phone into the centre console, and scrolled through his sound files, to find the one he wanted to play for Jason. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool. I mean, the music is a little… different. But you know what? I need the money and I want to support you. And I don’t know… maybe this could be the foot in the door I need, you know?” He glanced at Jason as if he was asking for approval. I’m doing this for you Jay. “Of course! You don’t have to justify anything to me Babe.” Jason took Matt’s hand as the music started to play. “This sounds hell-a-bootleg!” Jason giggled. “Yeah, I recorded it on the sly, as I wasn’t sure how to explain the sound? Honestly, what do you think? Am I making the right decision?” Matt felt torn. He wanted to play to get his name out there. He wanted more than anything to be making substantial money as a musician, but the type of music he was playing wasn’t what he was passionate about. The sound resembled Jazz, but it had clear hip-hop influences with electronics’ blended in to it. It sounded strange to Matt. He wasn’t sure on the sound himself yet. “Yes! Of course! I just hope that you don’t forget about me when you’re famous.” Jason confessed the last part so quietly that Matt barely heard him. What? “Are you serious? You are the reason why I’m chasing my dreams and not just existing.” He confessed. So that was why he looked worried. “Now, let’s go home, and we can talk about your day.” Matt smiled and pecked Jason on the cheek before pulling out of the parking space and heading into the LA sunset. _______________________________________ “Bitch are you helping me or distracting me with that smell?” Violet sat in the living room, surrounded by a sea of rhinestones and garments. Glitter coated everything sprawled across the floor and Violet was completely naked apart from a tiny nude coloured thong. “I’m making dinner, calm down.” Oh god, what is he cooking? He is going to burn the place down! – Violet thought. “You’re making dinner? Oh god! Please don’t! We can just order in or something!” Violet begged. Matt always tried to cook lavish meals but it usually ended in a disaster. “I wanted to cook for you Pumpkin. I’m nearly done, and then you can use me in whatever way you want.” He hollered back from the kitchen. She smiled and shook her head as she continued to hot glue stones to her garment. Minutes later, Matt walked in with two plates and the biggest smile she had ever seen him wear. “Jesus you look happy. Did you do something dirty?” Violet quipped, throwing a smirk in Matt’s direction. “No, but this is the best fucking grilled cheese I think I had ever made! Wait ‘til you try it, you’re gonna die!” He placed the very ordinary looking grilled sandwich in front of Violet. She burst out laughing. “Die?!? That’s more than guaranteed with your cooking!” Violet was now rolling around on the floor laughing, discarded stones stuck to her body as she moved. Matt was laughing with her, it was these moments they cherished. “Taste it c’mon!” He begged her to try it, whilst taking a bite from his own. “Oh my god it’s so good. I should totally make these and sell them in my bar.” Matt confessed, devouring what was left of his sandwich. Violet took a tentative bite and swallowed. “You know what… this is actually pretty good.” Violet leaned over and pecked him on the cheek before she went back to eating. Life is perfect. _______________________________________ “Is this too much?” Violet strutted out of the bathroom wearing the most eccentric outfit that Matt had ever seen her wear. She didn’t even look like Violet at this point. Her make-up was completely different, with tones of deep purple and black making her eyes appear almost doll like. Her brows were painted as thin lines and her nose was contoured to appear longer. Her outfit however, was what was blowing Matts mind. She was rocking full-on boy chest with black star shaped pasties covering her nipples. Layered over that, were various straps that intertwined across her body. Her waist was cinched to an inconceivably small size, with a beautiful rhinestone corset layered over the top. The same detail followed down her legs; to shoes that matched, and to the tips of her fingers, with gloves made from the same strap detail that surrounded her body. A headpiece completed the look, making her look like a hybrid of a burlesque goddess and a rising pharaoh. Matt was speechless. “Holy fuck.” He breathed eventually. Violet twirled and revealed that the corset was beautifully detailed in the back with gems leading down to her lower back. She wore a thong and her ass looked amazing. He couldn’t take his eye off of her. “This is what I want to wear for the final number. But, the make-up takes so long… I’m conflicted.” She bent over to take her shoes off, and Matt stood directly behind her, pushing his erection into her ass. “Honestly Vi, you look amazing, just feel what you do to me.” Matt pulled Violet up and kissed her lovingly on her forehead, not wanting to spoil her make-up. “Experimenting with glitter on my face is frustrating me. My hooded eyes make it so annoying.” She huffed, biting her lip. “So, use me! I already said you could! What do you want to do?” Matt looked down slightly unsure. Violet beamed. “I just want to try this look, but with a different eye style. But I don’t want to wipe it all off and start over. Are you sure it’s okay? I’ll have to glue your brows down.”  “Anything for you Pumpkin.” He sat down on the floor and Violet sat in front of him. She took out her glue stick and wipes, and got to work. Matt hated to admit it, but he was curious to see what he looked like. “Okay, you ready? Don’t frown! And it’s going to feel really weird as your brows are kind of crazy.” Matt studied her as she concentrated on painting him. He could see her golden eyes shining so brightly, and all he could see was his star. (2008) 3 Years Before. LA. Summer. “Matt, don’t frown at this beauty! This will make you feel weird, but trust me it’s for your own good.” Jake and Sang handed Matt the bong filled with god knows what drug. “Guys, I know my way around a fair few substances, chill out.” Matt held the bong in front of him while his two friends watched. Matt wasn’t unfamiliar to taking drugs, but the bong was shaped like a huge dick and it was making him frown. “Take a hit already, c’mon were supposed to be celebrating!” Jake urged. Matt took a hit and coughed, as the smoke overwhelmed him. He passed the bong along to Sang just as Willam came bursting through the door, dressed head to toe in drag. “Bitch I’m here! Let’s party!” Willam exclaimed. Jake, Matt and Willam raised their glasses as Sang raised the bong. They all clinked their respective toast material together and cheered “To Willam!” “Bitch, I can’t believe you are dropping an EP. That’s insane!” Matt admired Willam and her courage. Willam had so much confidence now, that it blew Matt’s mind. Only a couple of years ago, Willam was a shell of the person that Matt was looking at right now, as was he. This made him extremely proud. “Hell yeah! And this bitch is moving apartments tomorrow! I’m going to live in my nice fancy neighbourhood with my dog. Life’s going to be fantastic from here on out!” Willam took another swig of her drink and then sat next to Matt.  “What’s up gorgeous?” Matt queried. He always felt himself get slightly more camp the more intoxicated he got. It was the main reason he enjoyed getting drunk or high with his friends so much. He always felt more like himself around his LA crowd. “You know Matt, you are amazing as well. You need to go and do what you want to do. I know you love Courtney, but, you are kind of pussy whipped. Just promise me you won’t let her hold you back? Kay?” Willam was never sincere, and the fact that he was being so, made Matt feel odd. Am I higher than I thought? “Of course moron.” He nudged his shoulder against Willam’s, and made a pact to himself to pay more attention to Willam in the future. They had been friends for a really long time. Matt had watched Willam come out at a very young age, along with Detox, while he just shut himself away scared. Matt and Willam only grew closer once Detox had passed away. They bonded in their grief. He admired Willam’s courage to not give a fuck about what anyone thought of her. Willam was the one who suggested that Matt and Courtney should consider relocating; even though they eventually moved because she got a big role. “I’m hungry.” Sang complained and Matt laughed to himself. His life felt truly perfect in that moment. Hanging out with his closest friends, drinking, smoking, and knowing he had an attractive girlfriend to go home too. He laid back on the chair he was sitting on and closed his eyes, and all he could see, were stars. (2011)  LA. Summer. “I’m done! Oh my god who knew you would make such a hot girl. I think I might be a lesbian!” Violet got up and ran to their room to grab her mirror. She came back to find Matt in the exact same position on the floor, with his eyes closed. “Vi, the most important part of this was for you to realise how you want to do your make-up. What looks better?” Matt fluttered his false eyelashes as he spoke. The illusion was blowing Violet’s mind. Wow, now I know how he feels all the time. “I kind of like my current look more. I just don’t like the glitter lid I guess, I’m not feeling it. But on you it actually looks great! You have great eyes, I just wish mine were less hooded like yours are.” She handed Matt the mirror and he looked back at himself. “Holy fuck!” He exclaimed, before he bought the mirror closer and further away from himself repeatedly. “Fuck, I look cute! Even with my stubble!” Matt beamed at her. God he is so cute. “Maybe I could be the cross dressing burlesque performer, and you can be the cross dressing pianist?” Violet joked while she took a few snaps of the makeup on her and Matt’s face for future reference. “I don’t think so, but it does look good.” He pulled Violet down into his lap and kissed her. “You are all blurry, where are my glasses?” She giggled and reached over to the table to hand him his glasses, and he placed them on his face. “That’s better, now I can see your beauty. Although glasses and eyelashes do not mix well.” He said while pulling the false lashes from his face and putting them back into a container that was left out. “What time do you have to get up tomorrow?” Violet whispered. “Early. I don’t think you will be awake.” Matt snuggled into her neck from behind. Violet meowed in delight. “Wake me up anyway, I want to wish you good luck on your first proper day and contract signing.” Violet turned around in Matt’s lap. Blue and golden brown connected. “I promise, Pumpkin.” He said, kissing the tip of Violet’s nose. And all they could both see, was the star in one another.

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