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spidybaby · 10 months

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Pleasee we need a “Begin again” oneshot where polo meets Gavi and the rest of the team 😩🙏

"Okay, gordo, we're here." Pedro says, taking him out of the car seat.

The team was having a little father/daughter or father/son activity today, they ask the fathers to bring their kids.

The majority of the team found out by an instagram post that he made. But his friends like Ferran and Gavi knew before anyone.

Ferran was the only one who met Polo before the announcement. Something that Gavi didn't like was that he couldn't meet him before, even when he was the one who told Pedro about your return to Barcelona and gave you his number.

Xavi also knew before anybody else. He and the higher-ups of the club.

Polo was in a very good mood today, thinking that was great, considering he just had a cold and was in a very mad mood all day these past days.

"Hoy te daré un tour por donde juega papi." (Today I'm giving you a tour of the stadium where daddy plays)

"Papa"

"Yes, mi amor, and you're meeting some of my teammates, maybe some friends for you."

Pedro was one of the first ones to arrive. Xavi and him made conversation. He was happy with him because he stayed, Xavier knows that he is a very important player for them.

"Es que ya veo al futuro número ocho." (I can see the future number 8) Xavi jokes. "I don't know about your girlfriend, but I can only see you in him."

"My mother says the same thing." He laughs. "But I think he's going to change, I used to look like my dad, and now I look like my mother."

"I can relate. My son used to look like me, and now he's all my wife." Xavi points at his son. "I can't even believe I met you when you were a child, and now we are talking about our kids."

Pedro laughs, remembering how young he was, believing that being coached by Xavi was the best thing ever. And it was.

"Dios mio, mira esos cachetes." (My God, look at those cheeks) Ferran says, hugging Pedro carefully. "Hi beautiful boy, you're so big."

"He's heavier too." Xavi jokes.

"Gavi is so excited to meet Polo. He was so mad at me when I posted the picture to my WhatsApp."

"Macho, estaba enojado a más no poder, me tuvo bloqueado por varios días." (Man, he was mad as fuck, he blocked me for a few days)

"Who had you blocked?" Gavi ask, eyes fixed on his phone. "Man, this place is going to smell like dirty diaper and cheese."

"You heard that Polo?" Xavi says serious, "Tío Pablo dice que le caga que llegaras a oler a pañal cagado y a queso." (Uncle Pablo says he hates that you'll smell like dirty diaper and cheese)

The way Pablo lifts his head from the screen makes everyone laugh.

Xavi passed Polo back to his father. Pedro points to another room for Pablo to follow him.

"Polito, hijo mío, this is Pablo, he's your uncle, yes a piece of-"

"Don't say that González." Pablo quickly covers his friends mouth. "Introduce me nicely."

"This is Uncle Pablo. He's a little piece of mind, but it turns out to be one of the best people I have ever met."

Pablo has his eyes on the boy. He's so like Pedro, but he can definitely see some of you.

"Puedo cargarlo?" (Can I hold him?) He ask excited.

"I don't know." Pedro laughs. "Polo, do you want Uncle Pablo to hold you?"

Polo smiled at Pablo. He has his hands out, ready to hold him.

"Vente, I want to see if your uncle Fernando is right about you being a little rock."

Polo extends his arms to Pablo, and he didn't miss a second to take him.

"Joder, si que eres lindo, y eso que este de acá." He points at Pedro. "Es tu papá." (Fuck, you're really beautiful, and that on this man being your father)

Pedro couldn't help but laugh at how his friend is talking to the child about how thanks to him, his parents are now together.

"Venga, vamos afuera que ya va a empezar." (C'mon, let's go outside. This almost begins) Pedro tries to take his son from Pablo, but this one walks away with him as if it's his own. Still talking to him about different things.

"Hey guys" Frenkie shouts, he was so excited for this day, even tho he's not a father himself, he loves kids, they're funny, cute and he loves hugs and kids love giving hugs. Perfect day for him. "Pablo? Do you have a son?" He asks, confused.

Before Pablo could answer, Pedro and Ferran say yes. Even giving him the diaper bag.

"I'm a father now, right Pablito Jr?"

"God, I hate that name." Ferran laughs.

"You're just jealous because Pablo Jr. and I are going to have an amazing day today." He says, sticking his tongue out as he walks to the field where the other players and their kids are.

"Did he just stole your son?" Xavi asks, watching the way Pablo is showing Polo around.

"Yes."

"Joder, that kid is crazy. Let him try to change a diaper, and he'll give the baby back so quickly."

Pedro laughs at the idea, but he can't lie that the way Pablo's bragging about his kid is adorable.

And he was kind of right, without him finding you at the grocery store and giving you his number. It would've taken more time than necessary for you two to reconnect.

"Pedro," Ansu calls, waving at him to come. He recently welcomed his firstborn to the world. So it was the first time they met the baby. "Where's your kid?"

With his eyebrows, he points towards Pablo. He and Raphinha are talking, both with kids that aren't theirs.

"Don't worry, once they start fussing, they're getting them back." He laughs, "This is Mike, he's my son."

"We're getting a new player in a few years." He says, taking the kid in his hands. Before Polo, he would have denied holding any babies, too scared to drop them or something. But after Polo, he was confident in himself. "Epa, he's really cute."

"He's a pain in the ass at night, but I wouldn't change a thing." They laugh, knowing what it is, Ansu more than him.

The activity begins, it was a fun recreational event. More focused on the bigger kids, but they included all the kids with all kind of activities.

"Pedro." Pablo hurries to his side. "I think he pooped."

"I don't know, man, that's Pablo Jr Paez, not Polo González." He turns and walks away slowly, knowing Pablo is panicking.

"Pedro." He cries. "I can't do this, I'm a kid."

"A what now?" He can't believe the scare face his friend has. It's comical. "I thought you were saying that's your kid."

"Es que," he tries to think of an excuse that's good enough. "I'm a kid."

Pedro can't keep with his joke since the face his kid has is a panicked one, he's uncomfortable and he knows it.

"Come here, precioso mio." He hugs Polo carefully, not wanting to smear the situation in his diaper. "Want to come with me?"

Pablo makes this funny face, saying no with his head. "But when you're done, I want him back, I really like holding him"

"Adiós." He says, waving his hand, walking to the bathroom. Lucky for him, Frenkie was there. "Hey man, are you done playing with the kids?"

"No, but Ansu wanted me to hold his baby, and I was nervous."

"So you hide in the bathroom?" He raised his eyebrow. "Why not just say no?"

"No, I hold him, but I almost drop him, so I'm done for the day."

"It's okay, that happens, just don't hold more babies for the day, and if you do, make sure to do it slowly."

Frenkie and him stayed there. He changed the diaper, and Frenkie told him about the things some kids told him.

The activities continued, and they all had a nice time. The club gave them some gifts for this fathers/kid Day, it was a funny experience.

"I got a bag." Pablo says happy, "and I got a lollipop." He lifts the gift with his free hand, proud of it.

"Why did you get a gift, and I didn't." Ferran ask confused, he tried to stole a gift, but he couldn't.

"Paula has a crush on me." He laughs, knowing that everyone in the club is aware that he's single and with no kids. But Paula saw him with the baby in his arms and gave him the bag without question.

"Asshole."

"You're just jealous."

"Okay," Pedro interrupted. They all got to their cars, coincidentally they're parked next to each other. "Give me my son, and go home with your gift."

"Adiós, Pablito Jr." He kisses the baby multiple times, Polo is laughing, loving the attention. "I want to take you home, but I can't even change you, so I'll come see you."

"You can come anytime." Pedro pats his back. Pablo and Ferran never needed an invitation for them to go to his house, and he didn't need an invitation to go to their houses. "Polito loves the attention, and you need a distraction from the videogames."

"Papa." Polo does grabby hands to Pedro, done with Pablo's arms. The two boys are in awe from this, Pedro is an amazing father, and they know it.

"No, but I'm serious. You both can come at any time." He shakes both the boys' hands. Polo also waved them goodbye, something Fernando taught him to do. Making both Pablo and Ferran almost scream in excitement.

When he arrived home, he bathed the baby, ready for his nap. After all, it was a good day for him.

"Hola hola," you greet, walking in with your work bag. "How was it?" You kiss Pedro hello, then kiss Polo, who was almost passed out with the way he's being swayed and the milk he's almost done with.

"It was good, Pablo told everyone that he was Pablo Jr., and Ansu has a babyboy. Remember me to send something to him."

"I'm not surprised with Pablo, I mean, he even sent me an audio mad when we didn't tell him first." You laugh, happy for your boys, mostly because Pedro is starting to become more secure about Polo being public and trusting himself with him outside.

"Yeah, crazy. Also, Xavi says -"

The doorbell interrupted him, and you go check who it is, laughing when you see who's at the door.

"Come in." You step aside for Pablo to come in. "I heard you have a kid now."

"Oh stop, but I got a gift from saying that."

Pablo walks in happy, gifts in hand. "I bought this when Pedro told me, well, Ferran announced it to me." He says, bittery joking tone. "But I wanted to drop it."

"Pablito," you hug him, Pablo, and you always had this special connection. He trusted you like nobody else, always asking you for advice, for help. He was like a little brother to you. Just like with Pedro, they had this relationship since the beginning. "Te quiero mucho."

The evening was good, Pablo and Pedro talked about future matches. He even learned how yo change a diaper when Polo woke up.

I guess we all can say that Pablo has baby fever thanks to your kid.

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thomotomo · 4 months

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Hi! If you're not comfortable with this request feel free to delete it, I just thought about faker and keria being rivals 'cause they're in love with the reader, who is a streamer at t1 and also their best friend, and they're just competing to see who can impress the reader more djfjsjd.

The competition

A/N: Thank you for that request it was very fun to write (after all who wouldn't be happy to have two cute guys fighting over you aksk) I hope you'll be satisfied with this and that you'll like the "plotwist"~

You had always been a huge league of legends fan, since the beginning of the game really, and following the e-sport scene since it really started. So when T1 (well, SKT back when you started) had come up to you and asked to be one of their streamers, you clearly didn't took a long time to accept the offer.

The day you had started, your followers were ecstatic, after all you had always been a huge T1 supporter and this was just a dream come true to you. Over the years now being inside the industry and close to the players you had became friends with all the different people that had player for T1 alongside other teams but nowadays the one you were hanging out with the most was Keria, after all the two of you shared a same enjoyment for Kpop and whenever you could you would just go out to buy kpop merch together.

Unbeknownst to you, but a certain Unkillable Demon King was jealous of this friendship. He knew you for the longest time and yes, maybe he had nourished a small crush on you throughout all the years you had become friends and seeing you hang out with the young support. So he decided that tonight after your stream, the two of you would go eat hotpot. He had texted you his plan, making sure that you wouldn't get whisked away last-minute by Minseok. Naturally you had accepted his offer, after all hotpot was one of your favourite food and in this season it was always welcomed.

Later that night as you cleaned up your streaming room Sanghyeok opened the door with his usual slightly awkward smile.

"Ready? Let's go eat."

You took your backpack, chuckling at his excitement, whenever it was about eating hotpot, Faker was basically becoming as excited as a puppy. The two of you walked out of the headquarters of T1 and headed to a restaurant nearby that Sanghyeok was stopping by pretty often. The owner was always happy to see Sanghyeok and there was a private "area" where she often put him and whomever was coming for privacy. You were starving and you definitely were going to eat like a king, ordering a whole lot of food and when everything was laid out on the table you couldn't help but take a picture, posting it on Instagram and tagging Sanghyeok.

Keria, who had your notifications turned on, immediately clicked on the story and he couldn't help but feel jealousy take over his soul and he wondered if the two of you were on a date, but he quickly shook off the idea away from his head, surely if it was an actual date you wouldn't broadcast it to your whole audience.

And just like that, both Minseok and Sanghyeok were fighting for your attention and trying to impress you. There was a few times where Sanghyeok had been doing his best to impress you by displaying his cooking skills, even feeding you some whilst he was cooking. Minseok on the other hand was bringing you signed items by your favourite idols, or ticket concerts that you could attend together. A few times, on separate occasions, the both of them had been barging in during your streaming sessions, keen on showing off something to you.

"Hyung you gotta see this! I had a new idea and it works perfectly let me show you!", Minseok had promptly dragged you away from your computer, luckily for him you had just been discussing with your audience so it was fine and you weren't missing anything important.

He explained to you excitedly this new idea he had and showed it off to you. You praised him, messing up his hair in affection. And when you set back in your seat, you couldn't help but grin at your audience.

"Honestly, everyone should be scared of Keria, he's a little genius. He's going to eat everyone this year."

" (Y/N)-ah. I need you to taste this.", this time it was Sanghyeok. You turned your chair to face him, keeping an eye on the game that was happening, opening your mouth as he fed you a spoon of whatever he was cooking. Your eyes widened and your tore your gaze away from the screen as you chewed on the food.

"Wa... It's so delicious hyung! Please put some aside for me!", Sanghyeok's chest puffed up in pride due to your compliment.

As this happened one too many times the two men were "scolded" by management, effectively putting an end to the almost daily interruption in order to show off to you, to your fans' greatest sadness, after all they really enjoyed seeing players of T1's League roster stopping by your stream for random interactions.

The atmosphere in the team was kind of different now that Minseok and Sanghyeok were competing for your affections and the scrims were definitely more intense, after all both of them wanted bragging rights when seeing you.

Those days, though, it was hard for them to meet with you, training was taking all of their time. But after two weeks of not being able to see each other you were finally able to coordinate a dinner with the whole team. To the rest of the team's greatest entertainment Sanghyeok and Minseok had tried their best to look conspicuous to have a seat facing you for Sanghyeok and seating to your right was Minseok.

In the end, Keria had been the one who had accidentally discovered that you weren't single. He had been trotting over to your streaming room, you weren't streaming today but you had come up to do some work on your PC so you were there and he was eager to see you, he had brought some albums he had desperately been wanting to open but in his terms you were his "good luck charm" so he wanted to maximise his chances to pull his bias (really an excuse to spend time with you).

He thought he was hearing muffled speaking as he approached your door, but really you enjoyed speaking to yourself so it wouldn't be surprising if you were alone. Only, right after he knocked and stepped into the room he froze because, on the ground with his hair disheveled, t-shirt off and sporting a very clear blush was Sky. You didn't look much better than him and Keria couldn't even get himself to admire your pretty well built torso as you quickly put back on some clothing. It was very clear that what happened right as he entered wasn't some kind of play-fight.

"Minseok-ah!! I'm really sorry you had to see that!!", Haneul spoke first whilst passing a hand through his hair.

"Yes I'm also so sorry about this... I'm... We haven't spoke of this to anyone, could you please keep it on the down low?", your eyes were pleading him, and he completely understood after all it could get complicated if the public heard about this, not everyone was very open-minded and it would be terrible if either you or Haneul had to leave the company with a scandal like that tied to your names.

"It's... Okay hyungs. I can wait until later to come back.", Minseok's right hand was clutching his bag tightly, he was feeling really sad now and he had to get himself out of here fast.

The young man was waiting outside, chewing his lip in awkwardness, he decided it was worth sending a text to Sanghyeok, after all even though they had been "fighting" over you they were still teammates and friends. And even though he didn't want to say who you were dating, after all you had asked him to keep it low until you were ready.

Finally after a few minutes, Haneul left your streaming room, looking more put together than before and he apologised to Minseok before walking away, a small blush still present on his cheeks. Minseok shuffled inside your room, not looking the most comfortable.

"Minseok-ah, I'm once again very sorry you had to see that..."

"It's okay (Y/N)-hyung you don't have to justify yourself!", he put down the bag of albums.

"Still! I'm sorry maybe we should've spoke to the team about it but you know it is kind of still new? And we didn't want to bring any problem inside the team if it wasn't working you know..."

Minseok nodded and the two of you stood there, still in an awkward atmosphere but you tried to dismiss it by pointing to the bag he had brought.

"So... You got new albums?"

Minseok tried to look excited and he started opening them, desperate to ignoring his heartbreak.

A few days later, you and Haneul made your relationship known to the team and the staff, it seemed that you had been discussing with the management so that the situation wouldn't surprise the company if it ever got leaked to the public. As the announcement was made, Zeus, Oner and Gumayusi looked at Faker and Keria from the corner of their eyes, wondering how their teammates were going to react but the two men let nothing negative transpire and instead congratulated the both of you.

Only once the five teammates were together did they admit to the sadness they felt, though Minseok had gotten a bit more time to process his feelings and what he had stumbled upon.

Obviously they were sad, after all, they had been doing their best to impress you and get your attention but all in vain, as you had apparently been dating Haneul since the very beginning. In krder to bury the hatchet properly, Gumayusi had offered to treat them to hotpot, after all it was always guaranteed to warm both hearts and stomachs.

And so that night, they all went together to their favourite hotpot place, burying the hatchet as well as mending their broken hearts. At least they wouldn't harbor harsh feelings or jealousy towards one another if they had been successful in their confession.

#male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #faker x male reader #lck x male reader #keria x male reader #sky x male reader #t1 fanfic #t1 x male reader

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iraprince · 1 year

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Heyo! Any advice on struggling to get your art seen in the world? I feel like no matter how much I post, or what I post, people never see it or seem to like it. I love art and am pursuing it as a career (hence why Im getting a degree in it currently lmao) but its kind of disheartening to work really hard on something, post it, and no one sees it.

oh, man. i'm afraid for this one i don't feel like i have a lot of solid advice. having a large-ish following online feels like something that kind of just, like, Happened to me, mostly on accident/in ways outside of my control, and even if i had some ideas on how to potentially replicate those gains i don't think they'd work consistently. (also, a lot of my large jumps in follower count came from mental health related work going viral bc it's #relatable; this is something i have complicated feelings about and it's absolutely not a viable, like, "strategy" or something that i would recommend, in the way that ppl can say like, "fanart gets attention!" or stuff like that.)

so, i don't have advice for how to actually GET those eyes on your art; i can maybe help with making ppl more likely to STAY once they do find you, and how to build a following that will actually help you maintain a living from your work -- bc i have TONS of peers w a following a fraction of the size of mine who get more jobs than me, are doing cooler/more "professional" stuff than me, etc! (heads up that most of my experience is on twitter; i know less than nothing about places like instagram + tiktok, and while tumblr functions very differently from twitter i feel like i handle things mostly the same here, aside from doing less personal posting/being less talkative and not 'networking' or following many people).

SCROLLING BACK UP TO ADD A SPOILER ALERT: AS ALWAYS I HAVE SAID "HAHA IDK I DON'T REALLY HAVE ANY ADVICE" AND THEN PROCEEDED TO TYPE A FULL ESSAY. IF YOU ARE ON DESKTOP YOU CAN HIT THE 'J' KEY TO SKIP THIS POST. IF YOU'RE ON MOBILE, I'M SORRY

a very important thing, especially professionally: it HAS to be easy to see what you do. (this is easier here on tumblr, where u can have a designated art tag etc, than on twitter, which is an awful website that sucks. <- guy who makes all his money on twitter) this means, like -- if i see something from you and get curious and click your profile, it should only take one more click to quickly see at least SOME of your art. on a professional account, it's probably best for your icon to be your own work, something snappy and memorable and eye-catching that reads well at a small size; people shouldn't have to dig for 20 minutes before they can start browsing your art. on twitter, this means TRY not to gunk up your media tab with a ton of reaction images/screencaps of your gacha pulls/etc; on here, it means make your art tag easy to find; on any website, a portfolio link, prominently displayed, is the best bet. (i am still working on that one myself lmao and i've been working professionally full time for a few years now so like, there are outliers and wiggle room on all of this).

next! it's great when your audience finds you, but you have to find them, too. find artists who do similar stuff to you and get into their stuff -- sincerely, not just as "networking." (like only do this with ppl whose stuff you actually think is cool, not just trying to get in mutuals with everyone you see in hopes of a bump, obviously.) get interested in other indie artists, find the people who are working/publishing in the spaces that are exciting and aspirational for you, and support them! i don't want it to sound cynical when i say there's a kind of give-and-take built into this; the point is not "well, if i reblog/retweet a bunch of YOUR stuff, maybe you'll feel obligated to boost mine in return," but that when you find other artists/creatives who are on the same wavelength as you, you will naturally stumble into pools of people who want to support art like yours, and you and your newfound peers will help each other when you hype each other's stuff up and direct followers to each other! (again re: things going differently on dif websites: this is twitter-specific for me, bc i use my tumblr as a gallery/portfolio. that doesn't mean it doesn't happen here tho! it can and does happen everywhere!)

it is really not a competition. i know that SOMETIMES it is in like, a really nitty-gritty numbers sense; people only have so much money to spare, they will make choices about whose patreon they can afford/what comic to buy/etc, that's true. but to me that's not competition. people who are sincerely into your stuff will hang on until they can afford it; maybe that means someone follows you for two whole years before the planets align and they have the budget/opportunity to commission you. by hanging out in similar circles you are not taking potential business or opportunities away from anyone else, nor are you risking leading your own audience to Someone They'll Like Better; you're just offering more options, and the internet is VAST and endless, and EVENTUALLY people will show up who are into YOUR STUFF, SPECIFICALLY. helping each other is never going to stifle or delay that!!

and my final chunk of advice is the one i give constantly that everyone is probably super sick of hearing but i just seriously seriously believe in it, even tho i know it's slow to pay off and hard to follow: keep doing exactly what you want to. keep doing it!!! you have to!!! yes, i mean the stuff that's getting like, 2 likes and 0 reblogs! the stuff that 'nobody likes!'

earlier i mentioned i have gotten big follower bumps from like adhd comics and stuff like that going viral. the thing is that, from a professional standpoint: my follower count has like, more than quintupled from where it was at a few years ago; my patreon income has absolutely NOT quintupled lmfao. it has less than doubled, over that same period of like... i wanna say over 4 years. that's still good, i'm grateful for it, and i owe a lot of it to the sheer numbers game (the more ppl see ur work, the more likely it is you'll reach someone who decides to support you), but there is absolutely not an actual direct correlation between numbers and career success/stability.

where there IS a direct correlation is between "people who give a shit about the art i really truly love making" and "people who like my art enough to support me professionally." HUGE chunks of the followers i get any time something goes viral slough off over time; there's nothing wrong with that, they just follow me bc something was funny/interesting and end up realizing my work's not actually their thing. but the ppl who follow me bc they're into all the stuff i post most consistently, the stuff i care about and am passionate about, stick around. and i would not have found them if i wasn't posting the shit i care about!

out there there are people who will be 100% crazy about the stuff that is 100% what you want to make. it's like actually statistically impossible for there not to be. the more niche your thing is, the longer it will take to find them, but they absolutely exist. but if you give up before you find them -- if you start saying, "well, i'll put in 50% of this idea that i love, but the other 50% is too weird and nobody's gonna like it and it'll flop" -- well, in that case, you can only ever find the ppl who are 50% into what you do. don't fuck yourself like that!! you cannot deny yourself the possibility (the INEVITABILITY!!! IMO!!!!!) of finding the people who will 100% get what you're doing.

so: on a pragmatic level, i'm sure there will be ppl who disagree with me on this, and who think it's absolutely mandatory to do fanart as a crowd draw or learn about algorithms and posting times and get on tiktok and do the visibility grind and everything and that it's stupid and irresponsible to tell people not to. i'm sure it's also easy to point out that i'm speaking from a place where i now have more eyes on my stuff than i know what to fucking do with so maybe i'm just totally out of touch and being naive or something. but for me the most important part of doing art now, ESPECIALLY as a career, is to keep loving it and to believe in what i'm doing and to build an audience that cares about the same things i do. and i think it is really really vital to make that your top priority. bc if you don't, then even if you DO crack the code to suddenly getting tons of notes on everything etc -- will you even keep wanting to do it?

this job is hard. it's lonely, in my experience; i spend so much time sitting in front of my computer alone. it's unstable, which is stressful and can be frightening. it's emotionally taxing, for me, because art is so important to me that it's hard to set boundaries and separate my identity from it and actually treat it like a job. it has taken me a long time to find success doing this; maybe i could have gotten there faster if i had tried to find ways to draw an audience specifically, but i think if i had somehow managed to get a big patreon following/tons of commissioners/etc by doing something formulaic or doing stuff that specifically gets tons of attention, but isn't what's natural for me -- i don't think i would have lasted very long that way. this is already hard and complicated enough; i don't think it's sustainable to give up any unnecessary ground on doing exactly what you're passionate about, bc at least in my case, that's mandatory for this even being a livable career for me. i would burn out and decide to do something else very quickly if the only way to succeed was to chase numbers/engagement.

doing it this way is very slow. if i hadn't been able to lean on family/my wife while starting up, i would have had to have a day job for much longer (like, years, probably) while saving up and preparing to go full time; for as long as you struggle to get traction, it may mean going full time has to be on the backburner. but the thing is that there's nothing wrong with that, it's the reality for the vast majority of us (from what i've seen) -- and you'll eventually build a career that can last way longer, i think.

okay oh my god i'm done. sorry about that. like i said this job is pretty lonely and i sit here all day and think about this stuff and then generally do not talk about it with anyone until somebody asks me about it and then i repeat myself at length again. like i did here. anyway have a good night sincerely and i hope some part of this was helpful!!!

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wool-f · 6 months

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Travelling Solo As a Young Woman: the do's and don't's

If you follow my Instagram, you'll know I spent a little bit of time abroad this year, following the sun from Australia all the way to Europe, just like every other Aussie from the east coast.

This wasn't the first time I've travelled, but it was the first time I did some of it completely solo without the comfort or fall back of a group tour or friends to meet up with.

As a 29-year-old, I have heard everything from the horror stories to the fairytales about why you should solo travel, and I'm here to tell you, it IS worth it.

I won't blabber on about how amazing it is and what a great time I had, because travelling is obviously one of my passions and I know how travellers can sound droning on and on about how good their most recent trip was.

That being said, it was amazing - but it wasn't without its downsides.

I'll start off with the negative aspects of solo travelling and end with the great ones.

First of all, it is scary - no matter how old you are. Particularly if you don't like being by yourself or you're not used to it. The first two days I was solo I definitely needed the me-time, but after that I was fully thrown into the deep end of introducing myself and meeting new people. For me this wasn't an issue - I am a generally friendly person and enjoy meeting new people, so I would just go right up to people and chat or make conversation with the people in my hostel rooms. This is obviously very specific to hostel situations, but the most important thing to remember is that if you are solo travelling and staying in and out of hostels, you are all there to meet new people and the other people staying there are most likely in the same situation as you or are expecting people to come and talk.

The other fear factor is for women and queer identifying people - being alone can be scary and often a threat to your safety. On this front I would say there are a few things that you can do to avoid getting into a bad situation.

The first one is ALWAYS trust your intuition !!!!! I cannot scream this enough. There will be times when you just know the vibes are off, trust those moments and get yourself to a safer environment or away from the people making you feel that way.

The second one is to be very selective of who you tell that you're travelling solo, particularly when you meet new people. One of my favourite ways to avoid the question of "are you alone" is to say I'm on my way to meet my friends, or that we are doing different activities that day and that we're meeting later. This gives the impression that people are waiting to hear from you that are immediately accessible should something go wrong.

The second tip I have for anyone looking to travel solo is to PACK LIGHT!! I didn't take my own advice and let me tell you, two months of dragging around 22kgs was DRAINING.

I would also recommend to get a backpack bag if you can - like a hiking bag. I'm travelling again in May and I will be investing in a bag that I can carry. Particularly in Europe, the stairs are abundant and everywhere. The roll-wheel suitcases are so irritating to pull around and if you have bad luck like me and many other people I met this year, the wheels can't take cobblestones and WILL break.

The third tip I have is to really think wisely about your itinerary. Make sure your travel days aren't ridiculously long because you didn't take into account train or plane transfer times. Also take night buses if you can in between locations - I did this in Turkiye between Olympos, Cappadocia and Istanbul and I'll be doing it again the next time I travel. Overnight buses save you a load of cash in flight fees and also a night's accomodation that you wouldn't be using. Plus it cuts out a travel day and you can enjoy more time in your destinations!

My last tip is to have fun. There will be people who put you down, think solo travel is stupid or try to dissuade you from going on the trip of a life time. I have heard all the shit that can be said when it comes to solo travelling from family members, acquaintances and people who don't even know me - I ignored it all and have had multiple amazing trips. So many of my life long friends have been made from travelling and I have learnt so much about myself along the way.

I think everyone should solo travel at least once in their life, we are all better people for it.

If you have any questions about solo travel that you think I can answer, please feel free to message me! Or let me know where you've been solo travelling or where your next destination is! There is nothing I love to chat about more than travelling.

Love you all, I'll be back here on a more consistent basis from here on out.

Chat to you all in the next one!

Love always,

G xx

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imwall-e · 2 years

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EVERY HOUR

Pairing : Professor!Bucky x Antiquarian!Reader

Summary : The day you and Bucky met in your antique shop. Four years later, you're together. Bucky became an Historian professor and he's still ho as ever.

Teaser for Romance 202

Warning : AU, fluff, smut, mentions of injuries during war, mentions of PTSD, female reader, sextoy, oral (f to m), teasing, fingering. (Tell me if I forget any!)

Minors do not interact

Word count : 2153

Author's note : A huge thank to the.stan.page on instagram who corrected my work and suggested me to turn this OS into a fanfiction. I hope you'll read Romance 202. Do not hesitate to leave a comment and revlog my work!

When you met Bucky, he wasn’t a very talkative person. He had been in the army for two years, but during his last mission he found himself trapped in a house fire. Steve, Sam and Natasha managed to save his life, but the left part of his body was burned. But the worst was his mind: his nights were filled with nightmares. The days were no better : too many sounds, too much light, too much everything.

Following this trauma, he had to have regular appointments with a therapist. As it was difficult to go out, the therapist agreed to come to Bucky's small apartment. The first few months, Bucky barely talked. One or two words or not at all. Eventually, he started to talk more about how he felt even if it was still really hard for him. A year later, it was less difficult for him to go out. Sports helped him, reading too. He also started to browse garage sales and collect vintage furniture : staying at home made him realise he never focused more on what he was interested in. But he soon discovered he loved things from the past.

Finally, he decided to move. His apartment was too small for him. It represented a bad year and he needed to leave, to have something bigger and focus on his future : becoming a professor. As Bucky loved vintage and retro style, he eventually settled for an old house, not far from the city but isolated enough, and decided to decorate it in those styles he loved.

Steve offered him his old phonograph and some furniture he inherited from his mother. Bucky found a few things in garage sales, but it wasn’t enough and he headed for an antique shop. That’s where he met you.

When he entered your shop, he felt like he was entering a place from another time. You were on the phone - probably with a client - and the device you were using was a rotary phone from the 1930s. You were wearing a beautiful dress that fitted the theme of your shop, and your smile was brighter than the sun.

He didn’t hear you talking to him as he was way to focus on an old clock that reminded him of the one his grandmother had. His sister Rebecca and he spent some of their holidays with her. When he couldn’t sleep, he always referred to its sound to know what time it was.

Unfortunately, his grandmother passed away years ago and they had to sell it to pay for her funeral. His father had abandoned them, and his mother had three different jobs so that he and Rebecca wouldn’t lack anything.

“Sir?”he finally heard a voice. Turning his head, he saw you near him, a smile still on your face.

“Sorry, I… I wasn’t really there,” he apologised, but you didn’t seem annoyed. On the contrary, you laughed lightly“Don’t worry, I can understand. This furniture is incredible. They contain a lot of memories, and sometimes - and I think it’s your case - they bring back people we miss, they remind us of our past.”

“You have a really special way of talking about all this.” Bucky told you, admiration in his voice. He knew he could hear you talk all day about your shop, about you, about anything.

He noticed that you blushed “I just love old things. They’re splendid and have something I can’t find in contemporary furniture. Anyway, I should talk less and let you look around, see if you find more treasures. If you need me, I’ll be at my desk.”

“Actually…” Fuck. What could he say? He didn’t want you to leave, your presence was so comforting. “Do… do you… can…” fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was wrong with him? “Sorry, looks like I’m at a loss for words when I’m around a beautiful woman.” He slapped himself mentally.

You blushed and avoided his gaze. You wanted to say thank you, or at least tell him that he was really handsome, that he was as special as the antique furniture in your shop, but you were never good with compliments.

“So, huh, can I help you with something?” you tried to change the subject.

Fuck, Buchanan. Now she thinks you’re weird and embarrassing. He probably ruined all his chances to ask you out. In his defence, he hadn’t dated for a while.

“Yeah, huh… I’d like to know the price for this clock, and if you have phones like the one you were using when I came in. I bought a new house and I’m redecorating,” he explained, doing his best to make you feel more comfortable and forget about the awkward situation.

However, you didn’t think he was weird. You were just too shy and wasn’ t used to someone flirting with you. Especially a man who seemed to love old things as much as you did.

“Well, the clock is $1500. Do you want it?”

“Yes please. I’ll just have to message a friend to help me carry it.” Steve had a truck large enough to transport the clock and any other furniture Bucky bought. Money wasn’t a problem for him because he inherited from his uncle a year ago.

“No problem. I’ll just hang a tag to indicate it’s sold, just in case another customer walks in and is also interested in your new clock. About the phone”, you continued after adding the tag, “I have three models left.”

On a shelf near the back of the store were three old rotary phones.

“From left to right you have the 50AL candlestick at $400. This desk set was the first free-standing dial telephone and was introduced in 1919. The model 202 at $300, introduced in 1930, and can be identified by its oval base. Finally, the model A1 at $100. In 1927, Western Electric produced its first model to use a handset, making it easier for the subscriber to use the telephone while keeping a hand free for taking notes or performing other tasks.”

Bucky was really impressed by your knowledge and was ready to buy the whole store to hear you explain every story of every object.

“I think I’m gonna take the 202. I wish I could take the candlestick too, but I have a lot of other things to buy.”

“I can understand”, you said as you were taking the phone he chose to put it in a beautiful box. You then lead him to your desk. “That will be $1800, please.”

Bucky just needed to pay. Steve would be there any minute now that he sent the message.

“I’m really lucky I have found your shop.” He hesitated, then said : “I’m James by the way.”

You stopped your movements, took a deep breath and Bucky really thought you were going to ask him to leave and never come back. But you just looked at him and your eyes were like gems to him.

“I… I’m Y/N. I’m glad you found some treasures here.”

Bucky wanted to ask for your number, but Steve decided to arrive at this exact moment and they had to leave now because he was double parked. So he waved at you, making you smile. He spent the rest of the day thinking about you, installing the clock in his hallway, and his new phone. He tried to do the latter as fast as possible for one reason : when he opened the box to unpack the phone, he found a card with a phone number and a note :

And he didn’t wait until the next day to hear your voice again.

I hope you will call me with you new phone

~Y/N

After that, you saw each other very often and after a few months, you started dating. You went together on garage sales to find antiquities for your shop, and to help Bucky set up his house. He shared his desire to become a history professor and you encouraged him and helped him.

After two years together and when he obtained his diploma, Bucky asked you to move in with him. You accepted without hesitation.

Now you were together for four years.

You were in the library part of the house, reading a book you just bought, when Bucky arrived wearing his fucking glasses, a boxer and a long vest, a newspaper in his hand.

Fuck, you thought, he is so hot. And it made you wet already.

“Good morning, Sir.”

“I love when you call me like that, sunshine.”

“Well, you’re dressed in a way, I could get on my knees for you.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be on your knees. But first, I want you naked on my lap while reading the newspaper.”

He wanted to play, and you were wetter just thinking about it. Bucky sat on the couch and looked at you with.

“Don’t make me wait, sunshine. Or I’ll have to punish you.”

You slowly removed your dress, your eyes never leaving his, and asked : “Is that supposed to make me go faster?”

“I sometimes forget that you love it when I spank you”, he said while taking your hands to put you on his lap. For you, it wasn’t really fair to be the only one naked, so you tried to remove his vest. Unfortunately for you, Bucky wanted to make you wait.

Without any warning, he put a finger inside and removed it instantly, making you moan then whine at the loss.

“Try again to undress me before I finish reading, and I edge you until tonight.”

You didn’t want that… at least not today. It was always worth it when he edged you for hours, but at the moment, you weren’t patient.

“Can I at least kiss your neck ?”

“Yes my sunshine.”

You kissed him softly on his neck, sometimes playing with his hair. What made you smile was that you noticed he was struggling to focus on his reading : his neck was a sensitive part, you knew it and continued your soft kisses, biting this spot that made him weak.

However, Bucky had a little surprise for you and your pussy. You soon felt something against your clit and inside you. It wasn’t Bucky, and it was vibrating. And damn, it felt so good.

“Fuck… Jamie…”, you moaned.

“Sunshine, I can feel you dripping. You’re so wet, and that makes me so hard”, he whispered in your ear.” “Now, be a good girl and get down on your knees to suck me.”

Once you were in position, Bucky lifted your chin up and told you with a grin : “And sunshine? Don’t let the toy fall.”

You slowly took him in your mouth, squeezing your legs to keep the vibrator inside you. And it was a hard thing to do considering how wet you were. Bucky was moaning and whispering your name as you took him all in. The feeling of your mouth and tongue around his cock was sending him to heaven. But he knew it was nothing compared to your tight pussy.

What was he reading again?

“James…, he heard you moan, “gonna cum…”

Oh, no, he thought, you were not. Not on this toy. He really wanted to play but he wanted you to milk his cock, to cum around him. In a second, the toy was on the floor and Bucky inside you.

“Fuck, sunshine… you’re so tight.”

Just a few thrusts and you were coming. But it didn’t stop Bucky. He continued pounding your pussy relentlessly.

“James… fuck… so good… but can’t…”, that’s all the words you mangaged to say. Bucky didn’t stop. He wanted you. He needed you. You were his, and he was marking you. Gripping your hips, kissing you, leaving hickeys wherever his mouth stopped, sucking your nipples. It was hard to talk or even think with how your man made you feel.

“You can give me another one, sunshine. Just one more orgasm. I know you can, you will. It won’t be your first time having multiple orgasms, thanks to me.”

You were so close now, and Bucky too. You could feel it.

“Come inside James. Please.”

He didn’t need more to paint your insides white while you were cumming again around his cock. None of you moved. Your head was on Bucky’s neck and one of his hands was in your hair, the other on your lower back. You were both panting, but feeling great.

“That was so good, Jamie.”

“Did you love the toy?”

“Very much, Mr Barnes. You can use it whenever you want.”

“Don’t tempt me”, he chuckled.

“I wondered”, you started saying while looking into his blue eyes, “do you prefer having sex in the morning or in the evening?”

“Every hour if possible. So I hope you’re ready for the day.”

You moved your hips, making him moan, his cock hardening again.

“I’m ready right now, Professor Barnes.”

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jaedreaminn · 3 years

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Office Wars

Pairings: fem!reader x Jaemin

Theme: Fluff, Mild Jealousy, playful arguments, light crack, humour, protective.

Word count:2.2k

Gist: You were always at each others throats at work and everyone knew that and was used to that but maybe there was more than just the arguments on the surface.

"Ms. Y/l/n you're typing too loudly" Na Jaemin said with his infamous smirk plastered on his face.

A collective sigh was heard across the office. Your colleagues were all used to the usual banter that took place between you and Jaemin, easily being able to tune the noise that followed.

You however found it particularly difficult to avoid the banter when Jaemin picked at you for the most ridiculous of things.

"Oh I'm sorry Supervisor Na I didn't realise your hearing aid was on" You replied, the snark to your tone didn't go unnoticed as Jaemin scoffed but you couldn't be bothered to look away from your work.

"I don't need hearing aid to hear your keyboard being murdered, the poor thing has to recieve the brunt of your anger caused by Writer Kim"

You slammed your hands onto your table and angrily spun your swirling chair in the direction in which Na Jaemin sat.

Your anger doubled as you saw him proudly smirking from his position, knowing you just gave into his taunts but you couldn't care enough since he was the one that made the low blow.

"Don't you ever get tired idoling around and causing your co-workers headaches?" You said to the smug looking boy before getting on your feet and waking to the pantry.

Jaemin smiled as he watched you dissapeare behind the wall that separates the office and the pantry.

You made two cups of coffee, calming yourself before you walked out placing one on Jaemins table and carried the other to yours and got back to your work. At this point the office was slightly accustomed to your dynamics but it still baffled them. No one understood how the two of you worked, one minute you were at eachother throats the next second you were on the same team. And they didn't even try to understand, they just went along with it.

Like right now,

"You're going to be late for the briefing if you don't hurry your pretty little fingers up" you mocked, the cheeky grin plastered on your face clearly showed how amused you were by the fact that Na Jaemin had FORGOTTEN to prepare for today's briefing as your teams supervisors in this small publishing company.

The furiously typying man let go of his lip that was trapped between his teeth to grind them together, eyes wavering for a second to glare at you before focusing on his task at hand.

You cheerily walked away, a skip in your step as you reached the meeting room waiting for your supervisor and CEO to enter, happily chattering with your colleague Joy about the small queer owned business the two of you came across on instagram because of this month.

Soon the CEO stepped in and the room fell quite, Jaemin was still not on his seat but a minute later he walked in apologising for the delay.

A rather short and surprisingly sucessful briefing later you walked back to your desk to finish of what little work you had left before you streched, slightly pushing your chair away from your desk.

"Ready to go y/n?" Joy asked coming upto you and you grinned at her, nodding.

"Don't waste time then c'mon" you heard the annoying voice of Na Jaemin say from behind you and then saw the man in question walk past you. You glared holes into his back and Joy chuckled.

You and Joy continued to chater as you made your way to the restaurant your team always eats at, to find that your entire team was already sitting there.

"I ordered what you asked me to" Your colleague Suho said to Joy who thanked him.

You took your seat inbetween Crystal and Yangyang, which also happened to be directly opposite Jaemin.

"I ordered (insert dosh of your choice) for you" Jaemin told you and the two of your stared at eachother for a few seconds and then you smiled at him thanking him.

Everyone let out a breath they didn't know they were holding at that, expecting you to get mad at him for ordering for you without you asking him to.

The wait for the food to arrive was peaceful, except for the few snark remarks you and Jaemin exchanged but it wasn't something that people weren't used to.

Upon the arrival of your food your eyes lit up. Ever since you were a kid you loved to eat, in fact you were the biggest foodie in your family.

You excitedly picked up your chop sticks ready to dig in before a voice interrupted you.

"Your food isn't going anywhere slow down or you'll burn your tongue." Jaemin said nonchalantly and you ignored him poking out your tongue at him and immediately digging in for a big bite.

As soon as the food touched your tongue you're eyes widened at the sharp sensation caused by the heat immediately dropping the serving back onto your plate as you started to pant like a dog because of the heat.

Yangyang who was next to you noticed, placing a hand on your shoulder and picking up your glass of water with his other hand.

"Careful Y/n" he warend rather uselessly after the deed was done, bringing the cup of water to your lips so that you could wash down the heat with the cooling water.

You drank the water, hands reaching out the hold the cup on your own. Once the burning sensation cooled down, you turned to Yangyang offering him a smile while thanking him.

You're attention then turned to Jaemin who sat infront of you glaring at no one in particular, expecting him to be looking smug.

You shrugged at the change in attitude as you continued your mean, this time blowing on your food before you took a bite.

Not even fifteen minutes later you felt a kick on you shin and then looked up to see Jaemin leaving, you sighed rolled your eyes and finished the food on your plate as fast as you could before dashing out back to the office. No you didn't forget to pay, the meals were handeled by the company.

You reached the office only to find Jaemin sitting on his seat pouting angrily as he typed away. You chuckled, deciding to not indulge him as you walked back to your seat and got on with your work and ignored the way Jaemin looked at you even poutier than before.

Ignoring him was a bad choice since after that he got even more annoying, dropping more files on your desk for you to deal with, making random comments about your corrections, complaining about anything and everything and you just ignored the fussy manchild with an eye roll.

"Y/n we have to go for the mandatory company diner now." Joy said to you and you looked out the window at the end of the office to see the sky becoming a dark orange hue, it was late evening.

"I still have so much to do" you whined, letting your head fall onto your desk with a thud and Joy winced, not knowing what to say.

"Stop whining y/n and just come back and get it done. I have work to do to so I can walk with you back to the office after dinner." Jaemin said walking upto your desk.

You lifted your head sligtly to look at the tall male who was looking at you, waiting for a reply to his question and you sighed head falling between your arms again.

"We have to leave now we don't have forever y/n make a choice" Jaemin said impatiently tapping his foot on the floor.

"Okay let's go!" You said suddenly jumping up and marching towards the exit. Jaemin chuckled and Joy looked at you as if you had grown two heads but then the two of them immediately followed behind you.

The company diner was uneventful. Mr. Choi on of your clients was making what he though to be flirtatious eyes at you again but you only saw it as creepy. But you were still able to enjoy you meal, sitting between Jaemin and Joy, happily chattering away.

After everyone was done eating you knew you couldn't stay to chat and you lifted you phone off the table checking the time and signalling Jaemin who nodded and the two of you bid your goodbyes.

"I can walk you if you want y/n-shi" a rosy cheek and very drunk Mr.Choi said and you gagged.

"It's Ms.y/l/n to you Mr.Choi and there's no need I'm walking her there, making sure our employee feels safe by making sure you're not around them." Jaemin said, eyes glaring daggers and the now offended drunk man.

"You" Mr.Choi yelled pointing his finger and an unimpressed Jaemin "How dare you talk to me like that! Don't you know how important I am to this company" the angry drunk man yelled.

"Mr Choil please stay professional because it isn't that hard to find good writers, especially on to replace you." Your CEO spoke up and you had to hold back a chuckle at Mr.Chois flustered face as his mouth opened and closed not able to form any words.

"If that all we'll be taking out leave." Jaemin said grabbing onto you hand and bowing at your CEO who nodded and quickly dragged you away. You quickly bowed in respects to you CEO too before you were dragged away by Jaemin.

"I felt like punching him" Jaemin said on your walk to the office, hand still holding yours.

"Me too" you chuckled at the fuming male as you walked the rest of the way in silence, hand in hand.

You immediately rushed to you desk upon reaching your office and started typing away and Jaemin lazily strolled to his seat, doing whatever he had to do.

Half an hour later and all you had to do was send out two mails and save the document you were working on, so you let yourself relax alittle slumping back onto your chair. You peaked at what jaemin was doing and smiled. "That's a good score, must have been alot of WORK" you teased and Jaemin looked embarrassed at getting caught.

"I-i was bored okay" he said avoiding your gaze and you smiled.

"Okay"

You crossed one leg over the other, leaning over your desk to send the last two e-mails and save the document you were busy correcting.

Just as you finished with your work and sat up straight Jaemin spoke "You know when a person sits with crossed legs and their legs are pointing towards you that means they like you" he said pointing at your position and you looked down to see your leg was indeed pointing at him.

"That means you like me y/n." Jaemin said cheekily wiggling his eyebrows.

And you looked at him eyes screwed as if you were judging his entire existence, which you were "Jaemin" he hummed in reply still grining, "We're engaged it would be really weird if I didn't like you" You said and Jaemins grin grew even wider and you sighed chuckling at your happy fiance.

"Yea it would be weird" he said sliding his chair towards you, crashing into you slightly and you steadied him.

"Ahh your so cute my y/n" he said pulling you into his arms and plukering his his lips trying to kiss you but you leaned away from him just to annoy him.

"Don't avoid my kisses" he huffed pouting as he tried again but you teased him again avoiding him.

"Yah! You brat give me a kiss!" he yelled and you chuckled turning you head to give him a small peck on his nose but he had other plans immediately moving his face and his lips met yours in a sweet kiss in which you felt yourself melting into. Kissing Jaemin was always calming and he always tasted sweet even thought he drank that disgustingly bitter coffee.

You slowly felt his hands snake behind your head pulling you closer lips moving in sync as he deepend the kiss, your breaths mingled as both of you felt lightweight. You got lost in eachother for a second before you slowly pulled away resting your forehead against his. He smiled at you eyes sparkling in the dim lit room.

"If someone walked in on us right now they'd have a heart attack" Jaemin joked and you chuckled. It was an unspoken rule between the two of you to keep your relationship a secret in the office and you did that by bickering. "We should tell them now though shouldn't we?" You asked and Jaemin pecked you cheek sitting up staright, "Yea and hand them the wedding invites" and you grinned, heat rushing to your cheeks, you never got used to the fact that you were to get married to Na Jaemin, your soulmate.

Needless to say when the two of you told everyone at the office the next day you were pretty sure some of them were this close to having a heart attack. But most of them Congratulated you as you stood hand in hand with Jaemin, grinning like an idiot.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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Love On-Set (Pt. 01 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Word count: 3K

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Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

First Sight

The minivan stops right before entering the set as the driver speaks with one of the security guards. A huge structure was built around the area, and if it wasn't for the strong lights, you'd be in complete darkness. It's late at night, but yet, there are some journalists and a lot of cameras. They immediately surround the car, trying to see who's inside.

“Vicki, do you think I should go out and talk to them?” You decide to ask her first, because you're not as known as the other actors, and you're not sure if they'd want to talk to you.

“Sure. But don't take long.” She nods, touching the drive's shoulder and telling him to wait.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open, a smile on your face as the cameras quickly find you. Running a hand through your hair, to make sure it's not messed up, you take in all the microphones and smartphones pointed at your face.

“(Y/N), could you answer some questions?” A short, dark-haired guy asks, a camera flashing.

“It depends on the question, but I'll try my best.” This seems to please them, and you wonder if the others couldn't afford a few minutes.

“Your posted on your Instagram account that you were a Stranger Things fan from season one.” A woman asks. “How was the transition from being a fan to acting on the show?”

“It was fantastic.” The first season of the show was still driving people crazy when you got the call for an audition for the role of Amy Whitehall, for seasons two and three. Vicky, you have no idea how, got in touch with some friends when she heard they were searching of someone with physical traits similar to yours. Thankfully, the audition went well and you got the job. “It's an honor to be part of this masterpiece. The only bad part is that now I have some spoilers.”

“Your character's scene by the end of season two had any interaction with Billy Hargrove, Hawking's bad boy. Does that mean she'll be in any kind of relationship with him?”

For that, you have to think, careful not to say anything that will expose the plot.

People are very interested in Billy, not sure exactly where the character will go from now on, after his introduction on season two. He stole many hearts, for love or hate, dividing opinions. And your character had a short appearance by very end of the last episode, shown in an interaction with him. On her way to the ball, to help Nancy, Billy almost runs her over with his car, after dropping his sister. They had a small dialogue, him asking her to get out of the way and her telling him to look where he was going. Then a pause, a little bit of tension, and that was it.

“I'm not allowed to answer that, but Amy's scene was just an introduction. Her character will be around throughout season three.” Offering another smile, you turn around, giving attention to someone else.

“What will be a new threat? The season finale raised a lot of questions about–”

“Excuse me, excuse me.” Vicky pokes her head out, a hand raised. “I'm sorry, but we have to get going.”

“Aright.” You mumble. “Thank you, guys. Bye.” Politely, you wave at the reporters before going back into the van.

You're soon moving again, leaving the entrance behind and driving in darkness for some minutes before more lights come into your sight until they're all around you. The set was built around a piece of the road, where you already shot earlier this week.

“C'mon, (Y/N). Hair and make-up." Vicky urgers, stepping out of the van with you.

You easily find your way around the set, chatting with people as they do your hair and put the makeup on. There will be a tiny cut above your left eyebrow, and Ron, the guy who always take care of the fake wounds around here, takes only fifteen minutes to get it done. Once you're ready, Vicky guides you to the filming area, and you sit on your chair a few feet away, under one of the many huge tents scattered around the place.

“Hi.” Someone says, and you abruptly look up from your phone, finding your co-star. The only co-star of the day, Dacre. He's already full Billy, with the mullet wig and the leather jacket. “I didn't mean to startle you. Just thought I'd come to say hello before the scene.”

You haven't properly spoken to Dacre. The single scene you made was quick, one of the last, and the set was a mess. So you didn't have the chance to talk, and ever since, you haven't crossed paths with him. But today's scene is all about your characters. Amy's first appearance on season three will have her running from something in the woods, the Mind Flayer, and she crashes her car on Billy's, while he's on the way to meet Mrs. Wheeler. That's it for today, their first meeting.

“Hi.” Smiling back, you shake his hand. “I'm (Y/N).” You decide to remind him.

“I know.” He simply says. “Do you want to go over the lines before the real thing?”

He has such a nice voice, it's impressive. You've watched some of his movies, and he's really good. It's not like you haven't acted before, but nothing so important or famous as Stranger Things. You can't help but be a little nervous. “Sure.” Blocking your phone, you stand up, leaving it on your seat.

“Alright. Let's–”

“(Y/N)! Dacre! It's time, c'mon!” The director calls, cutting you off.

“Guess we'll go straight to the real thing,” Dacre says as you start making your way to where the cars are positioned.

Billy's Camaro and Amy's light green Toyota are placed a few inches apart, the front part already wrecked and a light smoke coming off from under the hood.

“The mechanism will push the cars on each other and the rest you already know.” Your stylist comes to check on you one last time, making sure everything is perfect. When she steps away, you get inside the car.

A few days ago you shot Amy's way over here, driving insanely fast, running from the shadows creeping. Most of the scenes where Amy will be alone were already made since there weren't many. She will be around the others a lot, as the events are unrevealed.

Once you're in the car, you take your time to get into character, ignoring the orders being yelled outside. The lights are turned off, and the road before you is almost completely dark.

“Let's get it started, everyone!” The director shouts. “Action!”

At his command, the car jerks forward.

Letting your head fall on the wheel, you breathe fast, wide eyes acknowledging what just happened, the crash, the smoke, the other car that collided with yours. Looking over your shoulder, you imagine, you picture it coming, moving through the threes, growing closer.

“What the hell!” The voice yells as you try to make your car start again, uselessly. “You could've killed me!”

“Damn it.” Cursing under your breath, overcome by terror, you step out of the car, running around it and into the other one, which is still working, opening the passenger door and rushing inside.

“What do you think you're doing? Get the hell out of my car!” Dacre shouts at your face, in Billy's voice, a little deeper.

“There's something in the woods!” You yell, looking through the rear windshield. “It's coming!”

“Are you crazy or something?! You almost wrecked my car!” As he speaks, you imagine it once again, the tentacles coming from the sky, taking over the road behind you.

Then you grab his arm, squeezing the muscle underneath the jacket. He's in the middle of a sentence when he looks back too, immediately going silent as he's eyes meet the same inexistent thing you're seeing.

“What the–”

“Drive!” You burst out, and the car starts moving.

“Cut!” The director's voice reaches both of you and Dacre hits the brakes.

Relaxing, you let go of his arm.

“That was great, but I want another take. Ryan, turn those lights down.”

The scene is repeated three more times, with different lighting until they finally decide it's perfect. Then the whole set starts moving to the next scene, which is the sequence to what just played out. It'll be shot in a street Northeast from the road, and since it'll play out from the Camaro, you're told to stay in the car as Dacre drives there, following the other cars.

“You did well back there,” Dacre says as you move, taking a different turn from the other cars to reach your mark. The street has a few small houses on one side, which will have their lights on and some people moving inside and on their balconies, and tall threes on the other.

“You too. Hope I didn't hurt your arm, but Amy was terrified.” Shrugging your shoulders, you smile to hear his giggle.

“I noticed.” He says. “But my arm will survive.”

Looking his way, you're able to have a good look at him now. It's a little dark, but you can take in his features. Dacre makes the mullet look good, which is impressive since you absolutely hate the hairstyle. But not on him. Clearing your throat, you look away. “Make sure it will. You'll need it.”

Dacre stops by the mark, everyone apparently already on their positions. “Things are about to get tense for Billy and Amy now.”

“First fight.” You say, taking a look at your outfit to make sure nothing is out of place. “Enemies to lovers is quite a good arch.”

“I like it too.”

“(Y/N). Dacre. Are you ready?” The director asks and both of you give him a thumbs up, hands off the window. The crew with the microphones and cameras are already positioned, ready for the scene. “Alright then. Ready... Action!”

Dacre moves the car forward, just enough to fake it as he hits the breaks. “What was that?” Billy asks, annoyed for some reason Amy wouldn't know.

“I don't know.” With a hand on your hair, shaking a little, you breathe fast, terrified. “Just take me home.”

“Now I gotta drive you home too?”

“Screw you.” The sudden outburst and the disgust in his voice makes you bolt out of the car, keeping in mind not to look at the cameras following you.

“Are you going to walk?” Billy yells, but you don't look back, walking fast, crossing your arms. “Wait.”

“Screw. You.”

“Don't be an idiot.” You roll your eyes when you notice he's coming closer. Dacre grabs your arm, forcing you to turn around. “Are you really going to walk home with that... Thing out there?”

You're confused at his change of moods, pushing your arm away. “Does it look like I have a choice? You just saw that–” You gesture at the threes on the other side of the road. “–and you still couldn't bring yourself to drive a lady home. You're such a gentleman.” Raising your voice, you put the same tone of disgust in your voice that you heard in his. The cameras move a little closer, and you know why. That's when the tension starts, when Amy stands up to Billy. Stepping forward, lifting your head to try and look him in the eye, you put a single finger in his chest. “You're far worse than what people say you are.” You don't get why his eyes make you nervous. Maybe this whole thing is more than you're used to, too big of a production for you after a few years away from the cameras. As much as Dacre's face being so close makes you feel funny, you gotta keep it cool, don't let it show. You're scared, terrified of a monster in the woods.

“Cut the bullshit and let's go.” He takes your arm again, but you refuse to follow him, standing your ground.

“Let go!” You struggle a bit on his grip, noticing how you actually need to act as if it's tighter than it really is. When he turns to face you again, as you struggle, his face comes close again, his eyes filled with Billy's annoyance.

“Get your butt–” Exactly in time, a crack reaches your ears, and both you and Dacre look at the woods with wide eyes, your breaths caught in your throats, unsure of what made that noise, but not excited to find out. “Let's get out of here.”

“Yeah.” You mumble, heading back into the car.

“And cut!” The director yells as soon as you close the door shut. “That was good, but I want another take. I want the same tension you both built on season 2, only now it's stronger, you're face to face. And Dacre, work this out because people need to be convinced Billy likes someone for something else than just fool around.”

You both nod, repeating the same thumbs-up gesture. Taking a deep breath you wait for the sign and starts moving, doing pretty much the same until you're both out of the car, but this time, when Dacre pulls your arm, you act as if the pull was stronger then it actually was, letting yourself collide against his chest before stepping away. “Are you really going to walk home with that... Thing out there?”

“Does it look like I have a choice? You just saw that and you still couldn't bring yourself to drive a lady home. You're such a gentleman.” Instead of just putting a finger on his chest, you push him away with both hands, not keeping the normal distance as doing so, and letting your eyes fall on his unbuttoned shirt for a couple of seconds before raising your them again. You feel the heat on your cheeks, and you know you're blushing. Checking him out was not the intention.

Dacre's eyes meet yours, and for a second they soften before the usual annoyance comes back. You wonder if he's trying to say something, give you a hint about something he wants to do, but you have no idea what it might be. “Cut the bullshit and let's go, princess.” The weight on the last word is different, lower, meant as in insult, an irony.

“Let go!” You whisper-yell, trying to pull away, but you stop when Dacre holds the other arm, trying to drag you to the car. His stare is intense, and the cameras move a little, coming closer, and you know they're focusing on your faces. “Let go.” You repeat, much lower this time, trying to put some distance between you and him, since your bodies are way too close already.

“Get your butt–” The crack again, the stare at the woods, and the sudden change of moods. Run now, fight later. “Let's get the hell out of here.”

Nodding in agreement, you give your arms one last push, and Drace's eyes come back to you as if remembering he was still holding you, finally releasing his grip. You both run to the car and the scene is over.

Despite saying it was perfect, the director wanted two more takes. He wants proximity, touching, anger mixed with a sudden, recently discovered passion from an unexpected connection at first sight. You're happy to hear that you did achieve that, not sure if it came from your skills or the funny feeling you had in your stomach through the scene. It's weird to have someone you basically just met so close, only inches away.

When it's all done, you take off the outfit and put your clothes back on after washing the make-up away. Then you wait for Vicky, leaning against the minivan, scrolling through your Instagram feed.

“Hi again.” You see Dacre approaching through the corner of your eyes, raising your head to look at him. “Have you checked in at the hotel yet?”

“Yes, just before coming here.” All the actors are staying at the same hotel, just so it's easier to gather everyone around when needed, and be sure of the time it gets for them to get on set.

“I came in my car. I can give you a ride there if you like.” As he speaks, you see Vicky coming, talking with the director. Which you still don't know the name yet.

“I came with Vicky, my agent.” Gesturing at her, you feel embarrassed to decline, and you hope Vicky will say something to help you out as she usually does. “Right, Vi?”

“Oh, no.” Waving her hand in a fast motion, she puts a lock of her blond hair behind her ear. “Remember what I told you? Make connections, friends. Don't stick with me during the whole production.” She reaches out her hand and Dacre politely shakes it. “I'm Victoria Klein. (Y/N)'s agent and her mother's oldest friend.”

“Dacre Montgomery.” He simply says.

“You may take her to the hotel. I have some things to do and she needs to rest. Long day tomorrow.”

You just watch as Vicky sets you up as if you're not even there to make your own call. But you're too shy to say anything else, to still refuse Dacre's kindness. “Ok then. See you, Vicky.”

“Have a good night.” She says after giving you a quick hug.

Silently, you follow Dacre through the set to the parking lot. His car is among several different trucks, some of them already leaving. “Nice car.” You tell him as you get into the passenger seat.

“It's rented.” Dacre turns the ignition and the car comes to life. “I can't be without a car. What if I need to go somewhere?”

“Fair enough.”

He drives through the huge set and you fall into a comfortable silence, not sure of that to say. It would help if you could see some kind of landscape or anything at all through the window. Then you wouldn't look like an idiot with eyes glued at nothing but darkness.

“Did you stop to speak to the journalists?” Dacre asks when you reach the exit, waving at one of the guards.

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah. What did they ask?”

“Spoilers.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give him a glance, and he does the same. “About Amy's and Billy's relationship. What can be expected after their meeting in the season finale.”

A low giggle escapes his lips. “Wait until they know.”

“But they will have to wait until next year.”

“You did well back there. You actually blushed. How did you do that?” He stops at the red light, and you feel when he looks at you. Running a hand through your hair, you meet his eyes.

You weren't trying to blush. You just did. “I'm a very good actress.” Giving him a sassy smirk, you see when his lips break into a smile. It's different from Billy's smile, he doesn't act like he's trying to hide some unknown meaning behind it.

“You sure are.” The red light turns green and you start moving again. “Uhm... There will be a kissing scene, you know.” Oh. The kissing scene. You read through it, of course, you just didn't give much thought about it. “Have you ever done a kissing scene?”

“No.” The answer is quick, you don't have to think much. “In my long list of three movies, in two of them my character didn't have any romantic interests and in the other one it was platonic.” Dacre had done it, you remember from some movie, not sure which one. Your mother insisted on watching some of his movies, just so you'd ‘get to know your co-star skills’ before actually having to work with him. But it's different. It's completely different watching a character on screen and then meeting the person behind it.

“Oh, ok. I hope I won't make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Don't worry about that.” You're a professional, and that's your job. It's just a kiss anyways, and the scene won't be shot any time soon. You'll have time to get used to the idea.

“I just think that since our characters arch is connected from now on, it would be good to get to know each other. It helps a lot when the co-stars are somehow friends.”

“Of course.” He has way more experience in this than you, so whatever he says, you agree.

When you get to the hotel, Dacre leaves his car on the underground parking lot, and, despite having his room key, he insists on accompanying you to the reception to get your card. Once you're in the elevator, you rest your back against the mirror, watching the numbers as they light up.

“We should exchange numbers,” Dacre says, turning to look at you. “In case some of us need to go through the lines or work on something.” He shrugs his shoulders, the light fabric of his white shirt moving. “It's a thing among us. You'll be invited to a lot of parties like that.”

“Sure.” Taking your phone off your pocket you unlock it and hand it over to him as he does the same. Quickly, you type your number and save if on his contacts list.

“That's my stop.” He says when you reach the 14th floor. “See you tomorrow.”

“Good night.” You mumble, waving at him as the elevator door closes again.

The first thing you do when you get to your room is kick off your shoes, already undressing to hit the shower before throwing yourself on bed. It's very late and you won't have many hours of sleep. You're halfway to the bathroom when you take your phone to put on some music. But you don't recognize the object in your hand. After a moment of confusion, you realize it's Dacre's phone.

“What now?” Stopping on your tracks, you start making the way back and gathering the clothes you left on the floor, putting them on again. Since you don't know the number of his room and knocking from door to door is ridiculous, you decide to call reception and just ask. But on your way to the landline they have near the couch, Dacre's phone starts ringing. You were wondering who would it be when you read your own name on the screen.

“Oh, hi.” You're quick to pick up. “I guess you have my phone.”

“Yeah, I got lucky it didn't lock, or else I'd have to call reception asking for your room.” His voice gets a lot darker through the phone. “Would you tell me which one is it? I'm already heading to your floor.”

“1703.” Already making your way to the door, you hear the soft beep of the elevator's doors opening.

“I'm almost there.” He's still speaking when he turns the corner, getting into your sight. You hang up, a shy smile on your face. “Sorry about that.” He hands you over your phone and you give him back his.

“It's alright. We're both tired.” You expect him to just say good night and leave, but he doesn't, shifting his weight from one leg to another.

“Have you met the others yet? Natalia, Joe, Millie...?”

“No, not yet.” You've heard they are very close, and you're the new girl in set. Saying you're nervous doesn't get anywhere close.

“I'm your only friend so far then.” Dacre states. “I'll break the ice with the others, don't worry.” He smiles again, and now, under the bright lights of the hotel hall, you can see his face perfectly. His blue eyes, a lot kinder then they were earlier today when he was Billy.

“Thanks. Guess I'll see you tomorrow then... Pool scenes.”

“Pool scenes.” He repeats. “I'll leave you to sleep now. Good night, (Y/N). Again.”

“Good night, Dacre.” Standing by the door, you watch as the walks away, towards the elevators.

You're about to head inside when, just before he turns around the corner, Dacre gives you one last look, a smile coming to his lips when his eyes meet yours.

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linkcolnsstuff · 3 years

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Feliks Barnes The Cat

- Bucky Barnes & Stark!reader

anonymous to linkcoln ; hi, you're an very amazing writer! also i love your humor when we talked on Instagram especially your sarcasm! i was kindly requesting an Bucky Barnes and Stark Reader they're like friends? i know it wasn't in your blog but hopefully you'll do it love u linkcoln <33 :3

Pairing(s) ; Bucky Barnes , Stark!Reader

warning(s) ; None , Fluff

Author's Note ; the sweetest thing ive ever read, thank you sam for your requests! and also i do love your humor too as well <33

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unexpectedly you discovered a black stray cat this morning, well you couldn't help but to help it out because as you gave him a treat everyday ad you walked pass by his trash can home he never stop following you.

as you went down into the avengers facility to show your dad what you got for him to take care (hopefully), he kept pressing his cute little fury head into your chest—you couldn't take it its adorable even tho he kinda smell something a little bit

as you walked inside the facility surprisingly pepper caught you up—

" oh hey there (y/n) "

" hey pep.. "

—it seems pepper noticed the black cat you were holding like a baby that you've owned

" we have a visitor here, what's this little one's name? "

what a relief, she likes the cute little black stray cat—you smiled of how aww pepper was into the black cat you've bring home

" yeah, i don't have a name yet "

" just don't name it after a bad word like your dad did Ten years ago "

—she was basically talking about your hamster, Candice basically (can dis nutz fit in your mouth)

" right "

you chuckle trying to hide the fact remembering that Tony accidentally hitting Candice with an broomstick after thinking it was a big fat rat, couldn't forget that it was literally smooth like a cake that have been step on

" anyways gotta go now because i gotta' fix something in the stark tower see you.. "

said both of goodbyes and continue to do yall business(es)—walking in the kitchen smiles from your friends or mostly family to you greet you up

" who's that cute little thing there? "

asked by your cool mother like person, Natasha Romanoff

" uh yeah, he doesn't have a name yet.. "

" the last time you did get a pet was ten years ago which didn't go very well "

oh, it's fury ghod the bald man is here again — you thought

" well, yeah—but I'll make sure he's in a good hands now.., "

" hopefully "

thor, the mighty god chuckle

" aren't you allergic to cats— (y/n) stark? "

shit it's your dad, Tony fuck he's probably going to throw that cat away—he really wasn't a animal person unless when it comes to you are pepper tell him to just bear

" umm, no—me and Betty just discovered this cat a few weeks ago and it never stop following me "

" but that doesn't mean you nerd to bring it here—like here,"

Tony said pointing at the marbled floor—every single time he does this and to be honest it's annoying

" ill take care of it okay dad, you don't need to give attention to his—he's just gonna be in my room "

" please dad, i promise this not gonna turned out like what happened to candi—to my hamster before "

Tony didn't got a choice with those pleading eyes his weak, since you were his world after him and your mother divorced he couldn't help but give up to say yes to his first child

" fine! expect you must locked your promise— (y/n) stark "

" Yeah! crossed my heart till death! "

you yelled excitedly as you ran at the elevator pressing some buttons so it would bring it up to your room—you were extremely happy, you wanted this since you were a kid and yet it finally happens

( time skip )

it's early morning like—2 : 47 am and yet you can't sleep due to your cat kept rolling around in your bed as if it was asking for something, food (nope) attention (nope) cuddling (extremely nope)

the first week of him in the facility was hard, it's like taking care of a kid, you didn't like a kid at the first place but no choice

you decided to take your cat outside who's name was still unknown—you sat on the couch freely opening the window making the cold wind enter the living room, making yourself comfortable and your cat which was on your lap a stepping sounds interrupted you— bucky?

an weird eye contact both of you did, unexpectedly it breaks because of your cat mewling for attention, you have him a weak smile and yet he did just look at you

" is there something wrong? "

—off that you just really need to break the silence and the awkwardness inside the room

" no.. i can't sleep, so you are? "

" not really, to be honest im tired it's just because this cutie here kept mewling "

you chuckle silently as you pet the cats head—bucky sitting on a single person couch resting his whole body in

" i think he needs a lot of attention, or mostly called parent love "

you were kinda shock of what he said like, Bucky Barnes knowing about cats—unbelievable

" parents love? "

" not really maybe belly rub with love "

he said as he make a "swiss-swiss" sound making the cat way into his putting it on his lap—it was honestly impressive even tho he looked like he came from a mancave or something

he lay the cat on its back as he rub its belly along with some humming unexpectedly the cat murmurs into bucky soft touch with its flesh

" wow, impressive,"

you chuckle quietly, into the facts just looking at both of them an names hit your head like a bee insert in your ear hole—FELIKS BARNES

" feliks.. barnes "

you mumble making bucks attention into you raising an eye brow

" feliks and my last name... why? "

" feliks in russian stands for lucky, and your last Name... maybe because feliks like you "

bucky's heart was overwhelmed—he felt happiness into his heart, if he could tear up he literally making a pool, he couldn't believe that he felt this—it wasn't really a big thing for others to be honest but he is definitely happy

" as if im the father "

he joked making you mumble a laugh—after that night you and bucky became nearly closed friends and sometimes cat sharing of course not only for both of you but with the other people in the house including your dad who almost spend his riches with your pet.

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Author's Last note — TBH I FIND THIS REALLY CUTE HOPEFULLY YOU TOO SAM <3

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bbrandy2002 · 3 years

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Fool’s Rush In

Part 10

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles prompt 71 “Dont be stubborn. Try it.”

Word Count: 1890

Pairing: Liam and Riley

Thanks @burnsoslow for beta reading and pretty much having to drag me across the finish line, as well as all the weeks and weeks of listening to me whine and pity myself. And @emkay512 for pre-reading and your encouraging words late Monday that made my whole night.

a/n: this is crack, plain and simple. I haven’t written since mid-october; just been paralyzed with fear over my own writing and this is my practice run and basically the best I could come up with. I’m going to try so so hard to finish this series

The new royal couple, fresh off their Vegas flight, stepped up to a makeshift podium the press had created on the tarmac. It was packed tightly with news station microphones crammed in every nook and cranny, one on top of the other. Voice recorders were spread across its surface, and the crown's private jet served as the backdrop. A bevy of frenzied reporters -- domestic and international -- pushed and elbowed their way into one another in hopes of getting the closest shot of the newlyweds and a chance to have their questions answered first.

“King Liam! Is the marriage binding?”

“How long have you known, Miss Brooks?”

“Were you trying to make a political statement by having a hooker at the ceremony?”

“Your Majesty! Will the monkey be joining your court soon?”

So many questions, most followed by laughter and snickers directed at the King and his bride.

Liam frowned as his eyes dashed side to side in a diligent effort to understand the literally thousands of questions that were lobbed at him all at once. He blinked rapidly as one flash of a camera after the next blinded and bleached his vision. Just as it would return to normal, another successive set of flashes would set him back again.

He had been a part of news conferences since he was a child, when he would watch his late father speak from different parts of the world, near and far, about this policy or that deal. Yet this was different. This was not only the biggest breaking story in Cordonia -- or even Europe -- but one that had swept the world.

His drunken actions two nights ago, no doubt, would have created a stir; however, it was Maxwell's post on Instagram of the ceremony that now made him tabloid fodder. Everyone knew about the king who was married by his own brother and an Elvis impersonator, the leg-humping monkey that served as a ring bearer, and the chain-smoking, tube-top-wearing prostitute who was the maid of honor. As confident as Liam had been that he could handle this, as he'd dealt with so many other stories of intrigue regarding the monarchy, he couldn't dispel the twisting feeling that burrowed deep into the pit of his stomach.

Maybe Madeleine was right: he had become a laughingstock. A failure. Just one big fuck up.

As much as he hated to hear the things said about him, he could deal with it. In the morning, he would call Prince Harry to swap stories, survival tips, and perhaps share a good laugh about it.

It was just ...

Liam felt Riley's tiny hand grip his a little tighter. He wouldn't blame her one bit if his little pussycat turned around and headed back up the steps to the jet and returned to Las Vegas. The only thing Liam wanted to do was keep her shielded from the hurtful comments and insensitive questions. But to his astonishment, she stood there with all the feigned confidence in the world, flashing a big, beaming smile that lit his heart on fire, while staring back at him affectionately. She was handling the situation better than she was before they stepped off the plane. He knew she was doing it for him. God, she just makes everything better.

Feeling a little more grounded and in control, Liam returned her smile. A touch of radiance sparkled between his eyes and hers, as if it were some sort of unspoken conversation only they understood. Riley knew exactly what he needed at that moment to rise above this scandal they were both being raked over the coals for: He needed her to be okay.

Raising his free hand to calm the crowd so that he might address their concerns, he noticed the press' attention and cameras suddenly shift away from him and into the distance. Murmurs and chatter soon erupted. Naturally, Liam's gaze followed suit -- towards a group of heavily-armed soldiers heading their way. They wore white hazmat uniforms and had self-contained breathing apparatus and personal protective equipment. Leading the charge was a well-dressed gentleman in a three-piece suit with a shiny bald head that glistened with heavy perspiration.

He walked like he hadn't shit in weeks.

Liam squinted and lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight. “The hell is that?”

Riley inched closer to Liam and clasped his suit jacket. "What's happening right now? Who are all those people, Liam?"

Liam's forehead creased in puzzlement; he didn't know. Wrapping his arms protectively around Riley, he pulled her even closer but never answered the question. It wasn't until the uniformed men stopped briefly and pointed to Drake, who was standing with his arms crossed at the bottom of the stairs, that it suddenly became clear who they were looking for.

Reporters and onlookers had been so focused on Liam’s return with the American woman, they hadn’t noticed that the brooding Walker had exited the jet last among their posse. Just as everyone had watched replays and snippets of Maxwell’s Instagram video, they were also fully aware the King’s best friend wasn’t exactly returning to Cordonia … healthy … thanks to Maxwell’s Tik Tok sing-along.

A video Drake Walker had no clue existed.

The crowd began to disperse in fear and panic. If men in hazmat suits were needed, they could only assume this went well beyond your casual, run-of-the-mill STD.

Still in no mood to play around, Drake started yelling obscenities and gradually backing away from the hazmat brigade that was closing in on him like a cheetah at a water buffalo hole.

"Mr. Walker," a heavily echoed voice called out, sounding oddly reminiscent of Darth Vader through their breathing contraption, "we need you to come with us."

"The fuck I do." Drake shook his head emphatically while continuing to slide away from them. "I'll beat the shit out of all of ya if you so much as touch me."

"Now, Mr. Walker, don't be stubborn. Try it, and you'll find yourself with a nice little tranquilizer to the ass. Are you going to come with us willingly, or do we have to make this more difficult than it needs to be?"

Drake stood motionless in disbelief. "I don't even know what you guys want or what you think I did," he squawked with a hint of desperation in his tone.

"Tough titties. SEIZE HIM!"

With that order, Drake twisted on the heels of his boots and took off, dodging and weaving away from a bunch of men he had no clue why were even after him.

He had a pretty good hunch, though, who set this chain of events in motion.

The bald guy in a three-piece suit walked up to Liam and flipped his badge open. "Your Majesty?"

Liam nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the man's credentials. "I am. What is the meaning of all this? What the hell are you doing with Drake?"

"Sir, if you will, it has come to our attention that Mr. Walker is a public health risk and highly contagious. We will have to secure him into our custody at once."

Liam scrunched up his face in utter confusion and stared back at the official before responding, “He just has case of crabs, syphilis, herpes, genital warts, gonorrhea, and chlamydia. You’re treating him like he’s about to start some damn worldwide pandemic. Without sexual contact and with heavy doses of medications and creams, Drake should be able to live a normal life like anyone else. So, as the ruler of this country, I am ordering your men to stand down at once.”

“My apologies, King Liam, but my orders come from the World Health Organization and the United Nations. You'll need to take this up with them. Dr. Wolfschitz was clear on the protocol."

"Dr. Wolfschitz?" Liam questioned as realization quickly set in. He twisted around to face Leo, who had this enormous shit-eating grin, the likes he'd never seen on him before. "You? You did this?"

“Walker messed with the wrong bull, little bro.” Leo stuck up his pointer fingers on both sides of his head with a menacing scowl and smugness in his tone. “Now he gets the horns.”

Liam swatted away one of Leo's finger horns. “This is serious, Leo. Not everything is a joke! You're going to fix this, NOW!"

Leo placed a comforting hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, patting it a few times before speaking softly to him. “Look, I know you’re upset right now. You two were very close. But the Drakester is going to a far better place. There’s a big open field and everything where he can run and play all day with others just like him. And all the meaty bones he can eat too … lucky bastard.”

Riley had to bury her face in Liam’s chest to prevent the laugh that threatened to escape, but the bobbing of her shoulders was something she couldn’t hide.

“NOW, Leo!”

Leo tried to hold his ground but was too weak to resist the impatient glare Liam was burning into his soul. After a brief moment, he rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Why ya gotta be such a dillhole, Liam? Do you realize you get rattled faster than a two-tit turtle on a tightrope? It's really not your best quality, little brother, but we can work on that." Annoyed, Liam rubbed a hand over his eyes and groaned as his brother continued, "Either way, Father always said, ‘if you can't help your fellow man out, you might as well become one of the Walkers.’ Truer words were never spoken so eloquently.” Leo raised his eyes to the heavens thoughtfully before thinking better of it and lowered them toward the ground. "May you rest in peace, Father," he shouted.

As Leo trotted off to speak with Bald Dude to confess his false claim, Bastien helped guide Liam and Riley through the rambunctious swarm of reporters and spectators. Once they reached the limo, Liam helped Riley inside as Maxwell rounded the vehicle and climbed in on the other side. Pausing for a moment before sliding in, the King placed his hands on top of the open door of the limo and turned one last time to check on his friend. He swallowed hard over the guilt of leaving him behind. As His Majesty watched in horror, Drake took a tranquilizer dart to the back of the thigh and Bastien insisted the area was a security threat, shoving him inside. They would send another car to transport Drake and Leo back to the palace.

Bastien stomped on the gas pedal and sped off, kicking up dirt and smoke as the tires peeled and squealed against the fiery Cordonian asphalt.

When they passed through the airport's security gate, a small motorcade following closely behind, Liam finally lifted his head, his eyes growing wide when he realized what just happened: Bastien's shove had sent Liam flying across the seat to land face-first into a lap — her lap.

He stayed frozen in place, unable to look anywhere but the two slender, bronzed legs peeking out below the hem of his new wife's dress.

Riley lifted an eyebrow, a slight grin dangling from her plush pink lips. "Something you wanna say, Your Majesty?"

Everything that had just happened in the 15 minutes since they landed was long forgotten. Drake who? Liam glanced up with a devilish smirk. "Welcome to Cordonia, Pussycat."

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