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Not A Verstappen: Sibling Rivalry {3}

Pairing: F1 drivers (platonic) x fem!reader Summary: The rift you have caused comes to a destructive head when summer breaks is over. Warnings: 18+ only, lots of bad language, crash, injuries, angst WC: 2.9k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three

Summer Break “I really fucked up.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, the sound hoarse from all the crying. You were curled up on your side on the couch in Pierre’s apartment in Milan, your head on his lap as his hand ran up and down your arm in comfort. “He’s never going to forgive me.”

“He’s your brother, he’ll forgive you,” he assured you once again. “I’ve said way worse things to my brothers. Maybe this break is exactly what you need, get away from Max for a few weeks, have some space.”

“And Lando, and Charles.” You groaned as you rolled onto your back and stared up at your closest friend. “You have a bear in the cave.”

“Gross, don’t look up my nose,” he said as he pushed you off his lap.

“I can’t help it, it’s the angle,” you laughed as you sat up before sobering. “Have you spoken to them?”

“Lando was heading back to Monaco to spend the holidays with Luisa, and Charles was on his way to the Alps to meet up with Charlotte.” 

You sighed at the mention of their girlfriends and Pierre gave you a look of pity that you resented. Pulling your phone out, with the determination to move on from the silly crushes that had developed over the years, you opened the Raya app and shifted closer to him. “Can you help me?”

“Sure,” he said, taking the phone and locking it. “I’m taking you on a road trip.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Ah, but I think it’s what you need.”

Round Fourteen - Netherlands You reunited with the team for Max’s home race and a sea of orange filled the stands, all cheering for their Lion. You had tried to talk to him when you arrived at the track but you didn’t know what to say to repair the rift you had made. Every time you opened your mouth, nothing came out.

“That one’s for you,” Lance said as he tapped your elbow.

“Huh? What? Yeah, totally,” you rambled trying to recover from zoning out thinking about the three weeks of silence, not only with Max but Lando and Charles too. You had sat beside the Canadian on the sofa, the furthest point from the others and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Sorry, what was the question?”

“You look like you enjoyed your vacation with Pierre. It was quite different to how you usually spend your down time.”

“Because I was sober?” you teased. “My liver needed a break, as did my PR team, and it was really quite fun. Exactly what I needed actually and it was great to reconnect with Pierre since he upgraded to Yuki.”

You could feel three sets of eyes on you from the other end but then the conversation was diverted their way and you sagged back into the couch. That was until you heard the news that the holiday had been dubbed ‘break-up season’. Both Spaniards had become single in the first week, Logan and Lando in the second and Charles in the third. It had been quite the shock to their fans.

If Pierre hadn't removed your social media for the break you would have known all of this but instead you had to find out on stage with dozens of cameras capturing the surprise on your face. 

The second the interview was over you chased after Lando and finally caught up to him at the McLaren motorhome.

“Hey, can we talk?” You were aware that there were still plenty of cameras around, and it looked like the Netflix crew were scheduled to his team too. “Somewhere private.”

He didn’t exactly look happy at the request but his eyes softened as you quietly begged, “please, Lan?”

“In here,” he sighed, taking his cap off and running a hand through his hair as he opened the door to his room. The door clicked shut behind you and you looked around the small space, the air still humid and smelling like his body wash from the shower he took before the media conference.

“How was your break?” you asked as he sat down on a padded bench, leaving the more comfortable chair for you.

“Could have been better.”

There was a pregnant pause where you both waited for each other to speak. It wasn’t like him to be so short and you thought more would follow but he just stared back at you. 

Clearing your throat, you looked down at your hands on your lap. “I, uh, wanted to apologise for what I said to you. You were just being a good friend and I was a complete bitch.”

“You were a bitch,” he stated bluntly before he bit his lip and mouthed a silent, ‘sorry’ and tucked his knee up so he could rest his cheek on it.

You huffed a laugh of agreement. “I’ve heard that once or twice. I’m a work in progress, but I’m trying to change. Can you forgive me?”

His head lifted with a frown, his soft curls falling over his forehead to meet them. “What? No.”

“Oh.” You hadn’t expected everything to go back to how it was but you had thought he would at least accept your apology. Rising from the chair, you started to make your way to the door until you heard the vinyl bench squeak as he followed.

“Wait,” he said as he caught your hand reaching for the handle. “You were right. So there’s nothing to forgive.” He tugged your hand so you turned to face him before he let it slip through his fingers. “I was unhappy, and I probably should have broken up with Luisa a long time ago.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I guess I just didn’t want to be alone again. Which, after you left, I realised is a poor reason to be in a relationship. So I really wasn’t up for offering advice. ” He smiled sheepishly and opened his arms. “Forgive me?”

You stepped into his embrace and buried your head in his neck with a nod. “You were right too.”

“About what?”

“Everything.” You were reluctant to leave the comfort of his arms but there was still one other person to apologise to. “I owe you and Charles for saving my ass. How about dinner at my place on Tuesday?”

“I mean, it was mostly me,” he joked as he puffed his chest up and pushed his shoulders back. “But we can invite him too, I guess.”

“Of course, my hero,” you swooned sarcastically before leaning in and kissed his cheek. “See you next Tuesday. See what I did there?”

“There’s my Spitfire,” he laughed and shook his head. “For a moment I thought you were gone.”

Max’s motorhome was empty when you reached it and so was the garage but his engineer, Calum, was there and said Max had gone to visit family. It hurt more than you expected to hear that you hadn’t been invited, especially since it was Jos’ side of the family that lived in the Netherlands. The side of the family you shared with Max. 

That pain followed you as you wandered around the paddock a little lost, signing autographs and stopping for photos with fans on autopilot. You didn’t know where to go, or how to fill the hours until Max returned. Then when he returned you weren’t even sure he would want to see you after what you said.

“Hey, I’ve called out like three times,” Charles said as he suddenly appeared in front of you and frowned at your startled reaction. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, no, sorry, I’m in a world of my own,” you said as you looked around to see you were outside Ferrari hospitality. “How, uh, how have you been? I meant to call you over the break and thank you for what you and Lando did for me.”

“It’s no problem, but it was mostly me.”

“Funny, he said the exact same thing,” you smirked. “Anyway, as a thank you, you two are coming to my place for dinner on Tuesday. I promise I won’t give you food poisoning, this time.”

“Well, that’s something to look forward to,” he said sarcastically. “But Tuesday works for me. Where were you heading anyway? I thought you would be with Max.”

You couldn’t hide the wince on your face at the mention of your brother and Charles reached out and rubbed your shoulder with a look of concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. I actually need to go do a thing,” you lied as you started to feel the increasingly familiar burn of tears in your eyes.

“Chérie, wait.” Charles made to follow as you backed away but he stopped when you shook your head.

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath as you turned your back and wiped your eyes. It was race week and your emotions were all over the place, it was a recipe for disaster. 

Race Day

You threw your phone across the room and watched it bounce off the couch before hitting the floor with a crack. You could worry about the broken screen later, with the race only an hour away and Max still ignoring you there were more pressing things to think about.

You worked through your warm up routine under the watchful eye of your physiotherapist before making your way to the reflex machine. The lights danced across the buttons and you slapped each one with precision until it suddenly clicked off. 

“You’re not focused,” Kristian tutted.

“I hit them all,” you argued as you caught the bottle he threw to you and took a drink.

“Reacting out of habit is not the same as responding by reflex. You need to think, then do, not just do.”

You grumbled under your breath about what a load of crap it was but made a show of the next round before he gave up with a sigh. “I’m going to head down to the grid,” you said as you grabbed your helmet and balaclava. “Pierre can help me finish up.”

It was easy to spot Pierre with his PT, his concentration solely on the tennis balls he was focused on catching before they hit the ground. 

“Mind if I butt in?” you asked as you took the tennis balls and replaced Ben. “He still won’t talk to me.” You dropped the balls at the same time and he easily swiped them from the air before tossing it back into your palm.

“You can take my spot for the anthem, I think I saw my name next to his on the seating chart.”

“That’s probably not a good idea,” you admitted as you dropped the balls one after another trying to trick him. “I called him a dick, twice.”

One ball bounced along the asphalt when he laughed, missing the easy catch. “That’s the opposite of apologising.”

“I know, he just pissed me off.” You caught sight of the race suit that matched yours and watched him walk on the far side of the grip with Charles. “I don’t like being ignored.”

Pierre grabbed the wayward tennis ball and returned to hold them up over your hands. “You did start that by ignoring him first.”

“I thought we were friends.” You caught the ball he dropped and tossed it at his face. “You’re meant to take my side.”

He caught it before it could connect with his nose and crossed his arms with an amused smirk on his face. “I am your friend, so I will tell it like it is. Go talk to him.”

 You narrowed your eyes at him as you stepped away and he nodded encouragingly as you made your way across the home straight. 

“Not now,” Max said as soon as you stepped into his field of vision, making Charles look over his shoulder. 

“Then when?” you asked. “After the race? Next week? Next year? Should I put my name up for a transfer? Is that what you want?”

“Woah, what's going on?” Charles asked as watched you grow increasingly more upset with each question.

“Nothing, just an inchident,” Max said coldly. “Oma sends her regards and she’s sorry she didn’t get to see you.”

“You didn’t fucking invite me,” you growled as you stepped closer jabbed a finger into his chest.

Max rolled his eyes and schooled his face to one of boredom. “You told me to leave you alone.”

Your hands balled into fists at your side. “You are such a fucking asshole.”

“Hey, hey, that’s enough,” Charles interrupted, pushing himself between you and your brother before you could get disqualified. “Walk with me.”

Charles stepped closer and his hands grabbed your shoulders, turning you around before one hand pressed against the small of your back, urging you to keep moving. 

“What’s going on?” he asked as he took a seat against the pitwall and pulled you down beside him. “And don’t say it’s nothing. You haven’t been yourself all week.”

“We had an argument and now he hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you.” Charles draped an arm over your shoulder and pulled you closer to kiss your temple. “He’s your older brother, he could never hate you. Trust me, there’s nothing Arthur could say that would make me hate him.”

“Arthur’s too nice to say anything mean, but me? I’m a bitch.”

“You’re not a bitch, you’re just passionate.” He let his head fall back against the wall with a chuckle. “I like that about you.”

“You must be the only one.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he murmured quietly and you followed his line of sight to Lando who was making his way over while everyone else started to move to the front of the grid. “Time to go.”

Charles stood up as Lando offered you his hand, pulling you to your feet.

“Try not to get too excited hearing the Dutch anthem,” you grumbled, earning a laugh from both of them as they fell into step either side of you, “again.”

You were driving recklessly, determined to beat Max, but it had meant receiving a black and white flag warning for exceeding the track limits three times. One more violation and you would get a five second penalty, practically handing the win over on a silver platter.

“You need to manage your tires,” Nicholas warned over the radio. “You are pushing them too hard, the degradation rate is exponential. They won’t last to the end of the race unless you slow down and stay between the white lines.”

“I can’t slow down when I have Max with DRS behind me.”

“That’s not the plan. We want a 1-2 finish, it doesn’t matter who leads across the line.”

“It does to me.”

You passed the next DRS detection line and took the corner at speed before hitting the straight and trying to defend your position. Max was right at your bumper, riding the slipstream as he increased speed in preparation to slingshot out and past you. 

Only something went wrong.

Instead of going around you, Max’s front wing crashed into the back of your car, lifting your rear wheels off the track and sending you scraping the length of the pit wall while he spun out. Debris hit your helmet as Max’s car slammed into the concrete barriers and carbon fibre splintered apart, raining over you and the track. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you growled into the comms as you pulled your steering console out and unbuckled the harness. You jumped over the side of your car and ran towards Max’s, hurling abuse at him the entire way. “Who’s the spoiled brat now? You just couldn’t let me have the win could you? Dick!”

A pained groan was all you heard from the cockpit and the anger evaporated in an instant as dreaded fear replaced it. You leapt onto the top of the car and reached over the halo, pulling the visor up on Max’s helmet to see a dazed look in his icy blue eyes before they fluttered shut. 

“Max, I need you to open your eyes. Look at me, dammit!” you growled as you started to pull his harness open and looked around wildly, wondering when help was coming. “I’m sorry for everything I said. I don’t hate you, okay? I don’t hate you. You’re my big brother and I love you, so you have to stick around and be overprotective and piss me off for a very long time. So open your fucking eyes!”

“Zusje?” he asked after a moment of blinking dumbly. “What happened?”

“You forgave me and said I could borrow your yacht.”

“Bullshit,” he groaned as he pushed his harness off his shoulders and accepted your hand to help him climb out. “I would never let you borrow my yacht.”

A groan wheezed out as his boots hit the ground and you wrapped an arm around his waist to take his weight, holding him steady. “Does that mean you forgive me?”

“Only if I can get a recording of your radio, you actually sounded worried for me,” he said with a laugh before he clutched his ribs. “Ow, fuck.”

“Of course I was worried, asshole. I thought you were hurt.”

“I am hurt,” he pointed out before rapping his knuckles on your helmet. “I love you too, little sis. Even when you say you hate me.”

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PART 1: GHOST FACE YANDERE imagine

Ｂｌｏｏｄ Ｏｎ Ｉｃｅ | 얼음에 피 - a park sunghoon ff

⚡︎ cw: mentions of suicide, violence, bullying, character deaths, swearing, underage drinking, unprotected sex, bad ending lol, ft. ive’s WONYOUNG and le sserafim’s KAZUHA

⚡︎ summary: sunghoon seeks revenge against the girls that bullied his little sister in high school, leading up to her tragic suicide

⚡︎ wc: 8.3k ~ read part 2 here!!

three years ago

For Sunghoon Park, death was hardly a foreign concept. He committed his first murder around the age of eighteen, the victim being a fellow athlete from his ice skating team, Cha Jun-Hwan. The dynamic pair maintained a solid friendship since the day they met, up until Sunghoon’s sixteen-year-old half-sister, Wonyoung, blossomed into a beautiful young lady. She stopped wearing glasses and got her braces removed, but most importantly, she was confident in her own skin. “You’re more beautiful than any princess I’ve ever seen, Wonyo. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise,” Sunghoon would encourage her every day in front of her vanity mirror. “Thank you, Sunghoon-ah! You always know how to cheer me up” she’d smile, patting his head as she left for school.

Eventually, Wonyoung started dating Jun-Hwan behind Sunghoon’s back. Their secret relationship went on for about 3 months before Sunghoon caught them during a half-naked-make-out session in Wonyoung’s bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed as if frozen, wearing black gym shorts and a pink bralette. Jun-Hwan was topless as well, with Wonyoung’s love bites decorating his bare chest. A mix of rage and disgust burned being Sunghoon's eyes. Grabbing a large pillow to cover her exposed figure, Jun-Hwan rambled on, “Sunghoon, I can explain! We meant to tell you sooner, but-“

“Get the fuck out of my house before I kill you,” Sunghoon threatened sharply, before an embarrassed Jun-Hwan ran out the door, leaving the Park siblings to figure things out.

Some time passed, and rumors about Wonyoung ran rampant throughout her high school, most of which being initiated by Jun-Hwan himself. An immeasurable pity birthed within Sunghoon whenever he’d hear the muffled sobs coming from his sister’s bedroom at night as she struggled to get any sleep. He wanted Jun-Hwan to pay for the pain he’d brought upon her.

The plan was simple, really.

Sunghoon made it look like a camping trip gone wrong, killing off four of his teammates including Jun-Hwan in the woods. He made it look like a vicious bear attack, which surprisingly fooled the police, leaving him scot-free.

Sunghoon went on to quit his dreams of becoming an Olympic champion, pursuing the academic route instead.

Though, Wonyoung’s torment was far from over.

A group of mean girls called her names like “piranha pussy” and “semen demon” after Jun-Hwan’s death, claiming that she supernaturally killed him during intimacy. Suffering from constant scrutiny at school and grieving the loss of her first boyfriend, despite all that he'd said about her, Wonyoung was driven to commit the unspeakable, and took her own life. Her body was buried soon after, with posts like “Gone too soon” and “fly high, princess 🕊️🎀” pinned on everyone’s socials, including the mean girls.

After his sister's death, Sunghoon was never the same. His innate will to kill only grew stronger as the years went by. He made a promise to Wonyoung on her funeral, saying that he would someday avenge her no matter how long it'd take him.

➠ three years later, wednesday

“Sunghoon is hosting a party at his place this Friday night. Wanna come?” Your friend Kazuha asked you from her end of the phone. She developed a habit of face timing you whenever she was in the mood for a movie. You were busy scrolling through Netflix catalogs from the comfort of your couch, searching for a descent film.

“Sunghoon Park?” You inquired at the familiar name.

“The sad rich kid whose sister committed suicide after her boyfriend died? Yes, that guy,” she said, struggling to open a jar of pickles.

“Ugh, I could totally use your feminine power muscles right now," she cried, her face contorting as she fought with all her might to release the tight lid.

“That sounds kinda gay, Kaz.”

“Only for you, ____,” she winked playfully before searching her kitchen drawers for a butter knife.

“I mean, are you sure he’s okay with us coming considering how we treated his little sister?” You stopped your scrolling, putting the tv remote down on the coffee table.

“It’s not our fault she couldn’t handle a few jokes.” Kazuha retrieved the lost butter knife from the dishwasher, walking back to the counter,

“Doesn't it make you feel guilty sometimes?”

“C’mon, ____, that was ages ago! And besides, we were kids, we didn't know any better,” she lied, neglecting the fact that you were both well informed of the life-threatening dangers that came with bullying. Kazuha was just having a hard time admitting it.

You were quiet for a moment. How could she be so insensitive?

“Whatever," you mumbled, reaching for the remote again, swiping through the horror movie section. "What’s the hype around this party for, anyways?”

“It’s a costume party, silly!”

Although you were on movie-hunting duty, this conversation was starting to make you sleepy.

“Girl? Are you yawning?”

“Give me a break, Kaz! It's past my bedtime, now pay attention to your pickles,” you joked, rubbing the urge to sleep from your eyes with your free hand.

“It’s the last week of summer break. Don’t let productivity get in the way of your fun before school starts again,” Kazuha protested in both her defense and your favor.

You meditated on her words for a moment before answering.

“Ugh, fine! Only if you promise to join me at the mall for some early morning costume shopping,” you negotiated, pointing a finger at her through your phone.

“Yay!” She cheered, bouncing around her kitchen in a fit of joy, accidentally knocking the glass jar of pickles unto the floor.

“Dammit,” she swore under her breath, running out of frame to likely grab a mop or broom.

Ring. Ring.

You glanced from the tv, taking a quick peek at your phone: Unknown Caller ID.

Hanging up, you proceeded to scroll through Netflix.

Ring. Ring.

The same number was calling you again.

Kazuha was now back in frame, both her broom and mop keeping her hands occupied.

“You can call me back after you check that, if you want.”

“No worries, it’s just some random unknown number that can’t find a hobby.”

“Oooo, spooky,” she said in a teasing voice.

You hung up the incoming call, only for it to call you back once again. Now you were curious.

“Uhm, I’m gonna call you back, Kaz,” you said before hanging up.

“Kk!”

You answered the unknown caller, holding the phone up to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked.

“I’ve been dying for you to answer.”

“Yeah? And how’re you feeling now?”

“Honestly, I’ve been better. What’re you up to?”

“Looking for a good movie to fall asleep to.”

“Really? What genre?”

“Dunno. Probably something scary.”

“Do you like scary movies?”

Yikes. These prank callers really needed to step up their scare game. You decided to play along.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” It took everything in you not to cackle at how ridiculous you sounded. This mystery man was truly a recycled character.

“Hmm, you never told me your name, by the way.”

“Hmm, and I don’t think I will.”

“Oh, it’s because you have a boyfriend, isn’t it?”

“Nooo. Now tell me, why do you want to know my name? Huh?”

“So I can know who I’m looking at.”

You rolled your eyes at his cliche script.

“Right, so anyways, I’m gonna hang up now and you can just…uh, I don’t know, touch yourself til you’re content again.”

“Don’t hang up on m-“

What a loser, you thought to yourself, calling Kazuha back.

“Hi! What did they want?”

“It was just some nerd trying to prank call me.”

“No way. Did he sound hot?”

“Kaz, do you wanna watch this stupid movie or not?”

“Fine, fine, I’ve got my pickles and everything. Now press play!”

➠ thursday

Another easy day spent between you and Kazuha went by. After raiding the strip mall’s clothing shops (and food courts) in search of the sexiest party costumes available, you two agreed on an “Angel x Devil” duo theme. Kazuha chose the devil costume, handing you the sparkly white halo from the angel set. “It’s giving Victoria’s Secret,” Kazuha said, checking herself out in the changing room mirror before striking an awkward pose. You could tell she was trying to lighten the mood, but you couldn't get over how uncomfortable the revealing outfit made you feel. You and Kaz used to slut shame girls who dressed like this, only to turn around and do the same thing yourself. This whole experience felt hypocritical. “I look like an attention-whore,” you said to the mirror, a pitiful expression waving over your features. Kazuha walked over to you, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Cheer up, ____. You’re more beautiful than any attention-whore I’ve ever seen, and don't you ever let someone tell you otherwise,” she smiled, kissing you on the head.

“Yay, how flattering.”

“No, I’m serious. We’re gonna be sophomores next semester. How long is it gonna take before we explore our scandalous side? Unless you plan on dying a virgin.”

Oh, the horror.

You considered her words for a moment, giving yourself one more look in the mirror.

“I guess this corset makes my boobs look pretty nice…”

“That’s the spirit! Now c’mon my child. Follow sugar mommy Zuha to the register,” she cheered in a high pitched voice, collecting the clothing tags and paying for your costumes.

➠ friday

12:23pm

You walked into the craft store and were greeted by the smell of sawdust and lumber. Grabbing a hand basket, you strolled around the aisles in search for a few repair materials. Last week, Kazuha accidentally broke the shelf you had installed in your wall with her heavy stretching equipment. Needless to say, you were left to pick up the pieces. To your misfortune, the wood glue was placed on an abnormally high rack. Raising up on tippy toes, you extended your arm, barely grazing the item with your fingertips. That’s when a tall figure reached over your frame, obtaining the wood glue with ease. “Thought you might want a little help with that,” the deep voice chimed, placing the wood glue in your basket.

You looked up to meet his face, jolting as if you’d seen a ghost. The helpful stranger proved to be none other than Sunghoon Park, the older brother of the girl you bullied to suicide back in high school. The last time you saw Sunghoon was at his sister’s funeral, which was almost three years ago. “Are you okay,” he asked, noticing the way your features fell at the sight of him. You tried to recollect your thoughts, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Y- yeah, I’m okay. Thanks,” you said nodding, trying to reassure the both of you.

He eyed you curiously, finding your bashfulness to be rather endearing.

“Do I,” he began, pointing at himself and back to you, “-have we met before?”

“No, I uh- Well, kind of. I- I knew your sister,” you admitted, trying to ignore your own stuttering.

“Oh, I remember. You’re ____, right? Yeah. Wonyo told me all about you and your friends. Who were they again?”

“Kazuha and Maddison.”

“Hmm, and where are they now,” he asked, following along as you subconsciously picked up a pack of brad nails.

“Well, Kaz is actually coming to your party tonight. Maddie moved away a while ago after her brother passed in the camping accident.”

All he did was smile in response. You found that odd, but didn’t give it much thought as he kept talking.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about those years recently.”

You nodded, hoping he would continue.

“I tried telling her to ignore the rumors. To keep smiling and focusing on things that made her happy. I guess it just came to a point where she couldn’t pretend anymore.”

Something in you wanted to say sorry, but you came to realize a long time ago that apologies lacked much worth anyway, benefiting the offender more than the offended. You wondered if he even knew how you used to treat her.

You made your way to the check out line, placing your basket on the conveyor belt. The cashier scanned your items, and you handed her your debit card.

“I’ve been thinking about her, too. Wonyoung was such a bright soul, and put her all in everything she did. She used to talk about you all the time, sharing stories of how amazing you were on the ice. She was so proud of you.”

“Yeah,” his voice cracked.

“Would you like your receipt,” the employee asked cheerfully.

“No, that’s okay. Have a good day,” you wished, taking your shopping bag in one hand and Sunghoon’s wrist in the other.

He was docile as you guided him outside of the craft store, pulling him to face you. Breaking the tension, you gave him a hug, leaning into his chest.

He restrained his sniffles rather well before pulling away as if he wasn’t just on the verge of crying.

“So, are you in school,” he asked, started up a new conversation.

“Yeah, I’m a sophomore. We actually go to the same university.”

“Really? I’ve never seen you around before. I’m a junior. What’s your major?”

“English.”

“Ahh, that makes sense. I’m majoring in Psychology, so we won’t have many classes together.”

You couldn’t believe that he was actually this comfortable talking with you. It was a relief knowing that he didn’t hold his sister’s passing against you.

“Well, enough with the sad stuff, I’ve got some last minute errands to run for the party, so I’ll see you tonight, alright? Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah, actually. Thanks for offering.”

Why was he being so nice?

“Yeah, no problem! I’ll pick u up around 8, okay? It was nice meeeting you again!”

“Yeah, you too!”

2:41pm

9:03pm

It was a Friday night and the mood was right, as some would say. You and Kazuha were dressed to impress in your flirty costumes, earning yourself glares from every corner of the room. You arrived a little later then anticipated, but were still thankful for Sunghoon’s kind gesture of driving you two all the way here. However, he’d been missing in action for the past hour, and you were really hoping that you would have the chance to talk with him again. In the meantime, you sat on one of his fancy couches, enjoying the lively rhythms of the music. Colorful flashing lights kissed the tall ceiling, with an array of drinks and snacks displayed at a bar. You knew Sunghoon was rich, but he had really outdone himself.

Walking over to the bar, you grabbed one of the plastic red cups and filled it with whatever flavored liquid enticed you from the large punch bowl, having a seat at one of the metal bar stools. You gave the drink a whiff before taking a sip.

Someone had definitely spiked the juice.

Although you currently had no one around to chat with, you tried to find some enjoyment in the crowded solitude, watching fellow party goers dance their hearts out before joining them yourself.

9:13pm

Kazuha invited herself to take a tour around Sunghoon’s fancy abode, that honestly felt more like a mansion than a home. She wasn’t sure if it was the faint traces of alcohol in her system, but she was certainly in the mood for a good time. Walking through his home’s back door, she spotted him sitting near his pool, staring at the wind-produced waves. She walked towards him, sitting in the idle seat beside him.

“Hi,” he started, barely glancing at her before looking back at the water, reflecting the moon’s beautiful glow.

“Hi. You didn’t dress up for your own party,” she chuckled, swirling the red liquid in her cup.

“I am dressed up. As myself, of course.”

“So, ‘Sunghoon Park’ is a part of your costume then, yeah?”

“Maybe. Would you like to get to know the real me?”

“Maybe,” she said in between a long sip of the fruity drink she held in her hand.

“If you could be anything at all, what would you be?”

Sunghoon rested his elbows on his thighs in a thinking position.

“A ghost.”

“You’d make one goon of a ghost,” she humored herself until she noticed that he wasn’t amused by her antics.

“Ghosts are liberal beings, free from the taxing cares of this blood and bone world.”

‘Who wouldn’t want that,’ Sunghoon thought to himself.

“Uhuh. So, how do you think your dead little sister is enjoying her boring life as a graveyard ghoul?” He froze at her question, gripping his fists around nothing, trying to get a hold of his emotions.

Kazuha was being a bitch on purpose. It was an innate attitude of hers that she had yet to break. Still and all, she couldn’t help but wonder what Wonyoung would be like if she was still here.

‘If they’re better than me, they’re better gone,’ Kazuha often reminded herself, more so as an affirmation, rather than out of belief.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Sunghoon retorted, searching his blazer pocket for his silver flask, taking a thick gulp from its spout. Kazuha watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed with each swallow, marveling at the shadow of facial hair growing on his chin.

Cute.

His jaw clenched at the strong drink, the condensation from the silver canister leaving a print from his warm fingertips.

“Want some,” he asked, giving her a nonchalant look.

“Sure,” she said, opening her mouth for him to pour a stream of the amber liquid down her throat.

“You have a pretty tongue,” he said, using a thumb to toy with her lower lip.

Kazuha felt dizzy under Sunghoon’s dark gaze, his piercing eyes telling of all the bad things he planned to do to her.

He laid a hand on her exposed thigh, gripping at the plush skin. “Look at you, squirming in your seat for me and I’ve barely even touched you,” he whispered against her lips, tasting the rum that flavored her mouth with a kitten lick. Her eyes fluttered at the action. How was he so comfortable doing this in front of all these people?

“Is this why you hated Wonyo for so long? Because she could pull hot guys like me effortlessly? I never understood why it was so hard for you, anyway, considering that you go both ways,” he slithered.

She grabbed his wrist, snatching his grasp from her face.

“What? I thought we were having a little fun,” he grinned like a sly fox, displaying his pearly fangs.

“No, Goon! You were having fun!” She got up from the poolside, adjusting her clothes and wiping her mouth. “I don’t wanna be here anymore, tell ____ I’ll see her tomorrow.”

He set his eyes back on the water, taking another sip from the flask.

She waved her arms above her head frantically, trying to get his attention again. “Aren’t you gonna take me home?”

“Forget it, Kaz. You can walk home for all I care.”

She scoffed to herself. “You’re joking.”

“And you’re a classless bitch who bullies girls who’re better than you,” he spat, tucking his flask away in his jacket pocket before getting up to walk in the opposite direction of her.

“Sunghoon! I can’t walk home by myself in the middle of the night! I’ll get chopped up by some weirdo or something!”

“I’m afraid that’s not my problem,” he said, not turning meeting her face. “And by the way, I want you outta here in the next two minutes or else I’m calling the police!”

Kazuha gave Sunghoon the bird, walking the walk of shame as she left his party alone, dressed as the slutty devil he had made her feel like.

9:40pm

Kazuha took short strides as she walked along the concrete sidewalk, trying to get back home before her legs gave out. On the way, she found a random stick lying on a neighborhood lawn. She decided to keep it with her as a weapon, just in case she needed to defend herself.

Ring. Ring.

She answered her phone without looking.

“Kazzieeee.”

“Hello? Who’s this?”

“Oh, we know each other very well.”

A lightbulb went off in Kazuha’s head.

“You’re the perv that prank called my friend a few nights ago, right?” She said, subconsciously walking faster, feeling paranoid for some reason, though, she tried to mask it with humor.

“Where are you going?” The voice on the other end asked.

“Home,” she answered for reasons she didn’t understand.

“I can wait for you at the door if you like.”

“I think I’d like it a little bit more if you found some friends instead.”

“Then why are you walking away from me, you rude devil?”

She turned around to check her surroundings, waving the stick weapon at the sight of a stop sign, dim street lights, and suburban houses. She cackled at herself.

“Oh man, you really had me there for a second,” she sighed, turning back around.

“So, are you gonna invite me in or do I have to force my way?”

“Ugh, what’re you talking about now?”

“I'm talking about how much fun it’s gonna be to rip your insides out!"

Kazuha’s eyes bucked in fear. She never expected the caller to threaten her.

“C- call me again, a- and I’ll call the police,” Kazuha warned in a trembling voice.

It’s hard to sound brave when you’re scared for your life.

The unknown caller let out a mocking chuckle, thoroughly amused by her responses.

She lifted the phone to her face.

“HANG UP AND YOU’LL DIE-“

The dial tone filled the stale night air.

Kazuha fished through her mini bag, looking for her AirPod case. She opened the Spotify app on her phone, clicking on her “Chyll Vybe” playlist. Swallowing her anxiety, she hoped that some upbeat music would take her mind off her fear. Something in her told her to warn you about Sunghoon, and she listened, sending you a quick text before power walking down the side walk. She lip-synced to the melody, trying to lift her spirits.

9:49pm

iMessage from ”Kazzie 🦢🩰” — I still don’t trust Sun-Goon. Pls don’t go anywhere near/with him 🙏

Reply: Where r u?

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9:50pm

Kazuha felt like someone was watching her. That’s when she looked to her side and saw a tall clothed figure with a scanty white mask walking beside her. She flinched, “Oh my God, you scared the hell out of me!”

The person stayed silent.

“I don’t remember seeing you at Sunghoon’s costume part-“ Kazuha lurched forward over nothing, the clothed figure tearing through her flesh with a sharp blade, scraping the bone beneath.

Kazuha groaned at the feeling, gripping the offender’s arm at the profound pain.

The figure pushed her wounded body on the ground, taking the knife out of her abdomen before stabbing her again and again, until her ragged breaths couldn’t keep up with the continuous blood flow. Kazuha whimpered and winced, even after the stabbing had stopped, her abused innards glistening under the soft moonlight. She watched as the psychopath removed her AirPods from her ears before walking away, leaving her dying body on the pavement.

He put her headphones in his own ears before comically mimicking the way Kazuha was ‘power-walking’ earlier. Rihanna’s cover of Same Ol’ Mistakes blared from the white pods, chanting the lyric:

“But you've got your demons and she's got her regrets.”

“What a lovely song to die to,” the killer chimed, skipping off into the distance.

10:11pm

Buzz. Buzz.

Your phone vibrated in your white hand purse. Pulling out your phone, the bright screen revealed a text from an unknown number.

What a wonderful surprise.

You jotted in your password before finally checking the message.

You spun in your seat, searching the crowd behind you. The dancing party lights hindered your vision. You got up from your seat, stepping closer to get a better look. Goosebumps dawned on the surface of your skin at the sight of the hooded figure in a distorted caricature mask, gripping a knife in their right hand. It was a horrific look to say the least.

“Screw you.” You typed angrily on your phone to the unknown number, blocking the contact and putting your phone back away. You just realized how long it’s been since you saw Kaz, so you went out to go and find her.

“You shouldn’t have done that, ____,” you heard a dark voice say from behind you. You ignored it, thinking it was just your paranoia playing tricks on you.

10:16pm

“Why did you leave my side, Kaz? Kazuha?!” You called out in search for your friend. You didn’t entirely believe what the unknown caller said, but you still wanted to make sure she was okay. You made your way upstairs, opening door after door to no avail. Your friend was no where to be found. “Kazuha?! Seriously, if you don’t come out right now, I’m eating the rest of your dried mangoes-”

Crash.

You bumped into a formally dressed party goer, only to realize that it was Sunghoon.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay,” you worried, fixing the damp hairs that framed his pretty face.

“Oh- your hairs wet.”

“Yeah, I was just at the pool.”

“Must’ve been near the hot tub, you look flushed.”

He offered his hand to lift you up.

“Sorry, but have you seen Kazuha anywhere? She texted me something, and now I can’t find her.”

“Oh, she actually left about half an hour ago,” he admitted, still fixing his clothes from the fall.

“Why? Was she okay?”

“Yes, ____, she was perfectly fine. She probably just felt a little awkward and decided to go home.”

You hummed in response. Unlike Kazuha, you trusted Sunghoon for whatever that reason was, so you didn’t spend anymore time talking about your MIA bestie.

“What’re you doing?”

“Texting her good night. Even though she probably won’t see it til the morning,” you chuckle to yourself, eliciting a smile from Sunghoon himself. You have yet to learn his reasons for smiling at some of the things you say, but you had a feeling there was nothing to worry about.

“Who’s that,” he asked pointing to your conversation with the unknown number.

“Just some rando trying to scare me,” you replied, deleting the conversation before putting your phone back in your purse.

“Hmm, I thought you liked scary,” he replied.

You and Sunghoon started to trail back downstairs, ignoring the way his knuckles occasionally brushed against the back of your hand.

“Hey, uh, I know we don’t know each other very well, but I was hoping we could go somewhere a little more private?”

You considered his offer, thinking about how Kazuha abandoned ship when she was the one who hauled you to this silly party to begin with. The night was still young, and you trusted Sunghoon. You wanted to leave with him.

“Yeah, okay. I’m gonna hit up the ladies room first though, and I’ll meet you out front.”

“Wait, Sunghoon,” you called out. “You haven’t had anything to drink tonight, right?”

“Have you?,” was all he asked before flashing a cheeky smirk, displaying his dimples.

“I’ll be waiting for you in my car, alright” he said, giving you a brief hug before heading to the door.

11:24pm

You weren’t entirely sure where Sunghoon was taking you, but you didn’t really care either.

You were too lost in the way he maneuvered the steering wheel with one hand, captivated by the prominent veins that traced his delicately long fingers.

After some time, Sunghoon pulled the shiny black vehicle into the driveway of a log cabin, hidden within the depths of the forest. The bright car headlights glazed the surface of a rectangular sign hanging above the front door, revealing the words "Park Lodge" carved into the wooden slab.

Sunghoon put the car in park, ceasing the calming sound of the air conditioner. His eyes were still trained on the view behind the windshield.

“So," you began, breaking the silence. "How many girls have you taken here before,” you teased, giving him a curious look.

“None, actually, other than my little sister.”

Peering out the car window, you took in all the trees and wildlife that made up your surroundings. It finally hit you that you were in the middle of nowhere with a guy you had known for less than 24 hours. Oh, if Kazuha could see you now.

“Do you own this place?”

“Yup. My grandfather had it built from the ground up when he was around my age. Now, it belongs to me,” he smiled, trying to mask his pride.

You both exited the vehicle, Sunghoon locking the doors behind you. The sounds of crickets and restless owls greeted your ears. He had shared so much of his belongings with you so far that it almost made you feel guilty.

“I hope I’m not giving off the impression that I’m using you,” you mumbled shyly under your breath, walking closely beside him.

“____, you’re exactly what I need in my life right now. If anything, I’m the one using you.”

Something about his comment made you feel uneasy, but you tried to brush it off. He unlocked the front door, letting you step in before him. Upon entering, the space was dimly lit, with wooden accents trimming each corner. An antique chandelier was the source of the faint light, drawing your attention to the artistic etchings that covered the ceiling. This place was truly a gem.

“You looked really beautiful tonight, by the way,” Sunghoon admitted, interrupting your gawking.

“Shut up,” you bashfully rejected his compliment, feeling a sudden heat rush to your face.

“What? I’m serious.”

“And I’m way too tipsy to think rationally right now.”

“Yeah? And what is it that you’re thinking, then? Honestly?”

You waited before answering him.

“That if you knew just half of what I’ve done in the past, you probably wouldn’t even be talking to me right now.”

He took your hand in his, turning you to face him.

“So stop talking.”

“What?”

“Follow me,” he said, beelining you to another room.

A bedroom.

He flicked one of the light switches before sitting you beside him on the bed. He held intense eye contact with you before speaking.

“I’m not oblivious, ____. You may be a nice girl, but I can tell you have a naughty side, too.”

The thought of you and Kazuha’s shopping adventure reminisced in the back of your mind. Promiscuity came so naturally for her, but for you, it wasn't as easy.

“Trust me, there isn’t a naughty nerve in my body.”

“Not yet, maybe. It just needs to be stimulated, first.”

The word ‘stimulated’ hung in the air for a moment.

“Sunghoon, what are you getting at here-“

You gasped as he stopped you mid sentence, caging you beneath his large frame on the bed.

“Maybe we could start with some on top of the clothes stuff, yeah?”

“Sunghoon, this is a little fast-“

“I really need this from you tonight, okay? Just, please. Let me explore you.”

The desperate look in his eyes softened your heart, sending a sensation of numbness through your limbs. It was hard to process that all of this was actually happening right now. A little voice in your head urged you to let go of the nerves and simply let him. As lust and desire intoxicated your senses, you accepted the fact that you were more than fine with this. More than ready for wherever this night with Sunghoon would take you.

“Okay,” you answered.

“Yeah," he asked in excited disbelief.

“Yes,” you reassured him, nodding.

“Explore me.”

That was the green light Sunghoon had been waiting for, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that quickly escalated into a heated tongue fight. He gently grazed his teeth against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot beneath your ear. He snaked a hand between your legs, only for his touch to be hindered by the corseted bodysuit of your angel costume. “May I,” he whispered against your skin, sending a shiver down you spine as his fingers drew circles atop the fabric. You could only nod in response, too pleasure drunk to come up with any words. Tossing the outfit across the room, Sunghoon dipped his fingers into the growing wetness at your core.

“Much better,” he grinned, sliding his fingers up and down past your folds. You reached out to tug at his button up shirt, aching to feel his bare skin against yours. He caught on to your desires pretty quickly, stripping himself before you. You stared in awe at his toned body, sinful thoughts of him flooding your brain. He looked down at your vulnerable figure, smirking to himself.

“Both our clothes are off. You can stop teasing me now,” you said, causing him to chuckle.

“What’re you suggesting I do to you, then,” he questioned, inching closer before meeting you on the bed again.

You felt yourself squeeze around nothing.

“I want you. All of you.”

That’s all it took and Sunghoon was already diving back into your lips, lewd sounds bouncing off the bedroom’s walls. You busied yourself with unzipping his pants, palming the bulge that hid behind his boxers.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, pulling his bottoms down the rest of the way, granting you access to stroke his shaft a few times before aligning his tip with your entrance. He pushed himself past your tightness, not giving you any time to adjust to his size before rutting his hips against you, groaning at the intense pleasure you gave him.

➠ saturday

5:04am

Last nights sleep was still fresh on your face, adding a weight to your eyelids that you didn’t care to fight just yet. You were laying flat on your back once you felt a different weight sit atop your hips in a still straddle. Eyes still closed, you knew the pressure came from Sunghoon once the scent of his rosy cologne hit your nostrils. You shut your sleepy eyes tighter as he grazed something sharp across the length of your neck before leaning down to kiss the spot softly, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin. He traced the sharp object across the stature of your collarbone and the valley between your chest, tracing another straight line down your stomach to your navel.

Poke.

The sharpness barely pierced you before your eyes shot open at the sting. A shirtless Sunghoon sat on your lap with a large knife in his right hand, the fresh blood from your stomach coating it’s tip. You weren’t naked, but you were only wearing his oversized white poplin shirt from the night before, now stained with a few drops of ruby red. Looking around, you noticed countless stab impressions on the mattress.

Sunghoon must’ve violently stabbed a circle around your head while you slept, loose cotton and feathers covering the messy bedspread.

He looked up from his ministrations and saw that you were awake. You wanted to scream for your life, even though you knew no one would hear you.

“SUNGHOON-,” you tried, but he covered your mouth with his free hand, a sent of iron lingering in your nose.

“Don’t you think it’s a little early to be screaming? The trees might think I’m abusing you in here!”

You rustled under his palm before biting his hand, eliciting a groan from his throat.

“What the fuck is this, huh,” you asked, trying to get up from under him. He wrestled with your arms, pining your wrists to the bed.

“I commend your bravery, but try some shit like that again and I’ll finish cutting you open.”

His eyes were dark, void of any moral conscience. He brought the knife up to your neck, toying with the ripples that made up your anxious throat. “You deserve this for what you did to her, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with you first.” He smirked at whatever perverse thoughts ran through his mind. Your breathing became ragged, as the urge to cry grew in your chest.

“Aww, we’ve got a crier,” Sunghoon teased, pouting back at you.

“K-Kaz, sh-she, she tried to warn me.”

“A- an- and you probably sh- should’ve listened,” he replied, mocking the way you stuttered. “I still would’ve caught your ass later, anyways.”

“You fucking killed her!”

“Oh, please. That bitch had the mouth of a viper, someone was gonna put her in her place eventually.”

“You’re insane!”

“I’m also self aware.”

The tears were becoming too much for your eyes to hold back, as thick streams poured from your eyelids, dampening your supple cheeks.

“You took my virginity because of your dead sister?” You yelled again in utter disgust.

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t fucking enjoy it.”

You spat in his eye.

“You missed my mouth, princess,” he said in a low voice before wiping the spit off of his face, smearing it against your chest.

“You’re into this, huh? Look how hard your nipples have gotten.”

He put his sweaty forehead against yours, planting a tender kiss to your lips that for some reason, you didn’t reject.

“You know, I did enjoy exploring you last night.”

He kissed you again, pushing his hot tongue past your lips, dancing with yours.

“I enjoyed our taste”

He kissed your neck, gripping your throat until your vision went blurry.

“I enjoyed your scent.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it like horse reins, causing a choked moan to erupt from you mouth.

“I enjoyed the pretty sounds you made for me.”

He glided his digits between your wet folds, dipping his delicate fingers into your entrance.

“Sunghoon!”

“I enjoyed the way you cried out my name as you clenched around my fingers,” he slithered seductively.

“Fuck, get off of me!”

He was in the middle of admiring your tits when he looked up to meet your rage-ridden eyes, his own face a flushed hue from the heat engulfing your sweaty bodies. He sighed in disappointment.

“You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?”

“Ugh,” you squirmed, fighting your hardest to escape his grasp.

“How long do you think your weak little body can take my insatiable urges to torture you before it finally gives out? Huh? Making you suffer will bring all the more fulfillment to my life.”

“God, Sunghoon, I don’t care anymore! Kill me! We’ll burn in hell together, I guess!”

“Jeez, would you quit pretending like you want to die? You’re taking all the fun out of it,” he said, rolling his eyes.

The sounds of your choked sobs filled the room’s miserable air.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” you sniffled beneath him.

“Here,” he offered, throwing the knife across the room, causing you to jump at nothing, “allow me to clear it up for you. When I care about someone, I don’t let anyone fucking touch them. Yet, you and your friends managed to hurt her without even doing so.”

“We didn’t know she would take it that far, Sunghoon,” you pleaded in between sobs.

“I didn’t know that my sister would be taken away from me by a bunch of mindless teenage sluts with big and dirty dick sucking mouths! Life’s unfair!”

“Fuck you,” you retorted, feeling lightheaded from all of your screaming and crying. He snickered to himself, presumably finding amusement in how pathetic you sounded. Combing his hair back with a clawed hand, he peered down, looking into your eyes.

“I’ve had just about enough of your talking, princess,” he said, reaching for a towel to shove in your mouth.

Only muffled screams filled the room from there.

He would never admit that it was his own vanity keeping you alive. He’d call it mercy, when deep down, it was his twisted craving for your touch that stopped him from going all the way during torture sessions. Your life had been reduced to its lowest, never to see the mere light of day again. He kept you in an underground basement, lined with bricks and mortar to ensure that you’d never escape his sadistic dictation. Everyday behind those walls felt like an eternity of ‘toy versus toddler tantrum’s.’ If only you knew that a simple mistake you made in high school would be the very wrecking ball to sabotage your entire life.

❅ Thank you for reading @chlorinecake ‘s “Blood On Ice.” Make sure to check out more fun reads on my enhypen bookshelf!

❅ Special thanks to @ashgonedash for requesting this creative piece and @fanficfactoryfoxxx for curing my writers block!!! 🎂

✎ ᴀ/ɴ: in no way, shape, or form does this fanfic intend to romanticize unhealthy relationships or abusive behaviors. i simply write for entertainment and creative purposes. thus, reader discretion is always advised.

!¡update: BLOOD ON ICE part TWO coming SOON, introducing more direct yandere themes and plot exploration!! stay tuned 🎧

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[skippyv20]

“F” for Netflix Photo Editing Dept. Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim here appaulled at the corny job done with this cut and paste. Really, it looks just like her pitiful holiday card from last year…all the same messy PinEvil moves…the edges that I highlighted in pale green are completely pixelated, easily visible to the naked eye once you hit the + (blow-up) button just a couple of times! The stock photo has the same blurred roof and strange squares in each window. The tree branch in the foreground has been removed causing blurring of the trees. The shadows cast on the lawn have been wiped off down to empty white. All of the red circles around each person show heavy black lines or very pixelated edges…JH’s left elbow is wildly done; his left waist has a serious gauge; his back collar is a straight line where this child is supposedly sitting; his right hip is a thick black zig-zag line.

The gigantic toddler has the same kind of outlines but his shoes are really wild and his hair is very blurry in the center. PinEvils’ profile is off and the top of her head is very blurry in only one section. There seems to be strange dangles in the lower right of her mop. What is the head of the Netflix film editing department thinking, allowing this amateur level of cut and paste get into the trailer?  So here she is barefoot (that bunion in an uproar from wearing those high heels?) and she is carrying this gigantic toddler who was 3.1 years old? I checked out photos of Prince George at the same age and even with his much taller parents he is nowhere this proportion in size. So we have to assume borrowed kids again…because we know they did not arrive at the Jubilee with any kids-as reported by aviation personnel.

Final Grade F- and other trailer photos all have glaring mistakes-her teeth are way off for starters. Geez. Over and out for now…

Love this…😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[newpersonblog]

[cis female and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [MAISIE LENNY]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ZOE KRAVITZ]. You must be the [THIRTY FIVE] year old [MASSEUSE]. Word is you’re [CALMING] but can also be a bit [SECRATIVE] and your favorite song is [LONG STORY SHORT BY TAYLOR SWIFT]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [indi, 29, gtm, she/her] 

She’d have been a doctor if she wasn’t so grossed out by blood, she’d ahve been a lawyer if she didn’t hate the idea of standing up in court arguing a case, she’d have been an astronaut if she didn’t have a deep rooted fear of space, basically long story short Maisie Lenny was smart. You might not think it by looking at her because of how laid back she is but behind the calm smile that so often graced her features was a mind as sharp as a tack. Maisie was no fool and if you took her as one because she approached you with the serenity she afforded everyone on first meeting you’d soon be set right. 

Her upbringing was far from conventional, in fact if you go onto Netflix you’ll find a documentary about the people she was surrounded by because the girl was the first of four children born to her parents into a cult. When she was eight the ‘group’ moved from California to Ohio in an attempt to evade the scrutiny they were under from the media but it was during this convoy that Maisie and her three siblings along with seven other children that were part of the group were removed during an ambush by the authorities. Taken from their parents care in a haze of confusion they were all placed into the system - which in hindsight was probably for the best but at the time it tore the girl apart. Being separated from her brothers and sisters she wasn’t sure what she’d done to be punished like this but she was convinced their must be something, and would years from then on trying to work out what it was. Self reflection was too nice a way to title what Maisie was doing - it was more like self interrogation day in day out. Much to the anguish of the various foster families she was shuffled between until she finally aged out of the system at eighteen. 

The thing that managed to get Maisie out of her own head when she started to spiral was always learning which was probably why behind the tranquility she’d spent years fostering there was a brain the size of the moon. Maybe she didn’t have the GPA to back it up thanks to the frequent moves from school to school if she had been given the chance to properly settle in one place she probably would have been afforded the chance to go to a good collage. 

Ending up in Aurora Bay was entirely by accident brought on by an afternoon on Indeed.com where she took a scattergun approach with job applications regardless of qualifications and managed to blag her way into a role as junior masseuse at The Sea Salt Spa. How hard could it be she thought to herself. You put oil on your hands, and you rub someone down. She had hands and the ability to move them so it would all work itself out eventually. Turns out there is a lot more to it than that and in order to not lose her job just as fast as she’d gotten it she turned to YouTube to watch hours of instructional videos until she was at least good enough to scrape by while she learnt from others at the spa who noticed her ineptitude in this area and took pity on her. 

Her life wasn’t miraculous or anything like that but she was happy enough. Sharing a small apartment in Ocean Crest with a roommate she spent so much time being ‘serene’ at work that it slowly started to filter over into who she just was as a person. Yoga and meditation helped too, she’d used to laugh at it but since she couldn’t afford therapy Maisie needed to find some kind of way to channel and cope with her internal monologue. Not to mention crystals - basically she’d become a bit hippy dippy in her beliefs but it seemed to be working so she had no intention of changing it up anytime soon. 

Maisie didn’t like talking about her past much because of the looks it drew, some pitying, some wary, often just straight up confused - she preferred to stick to a more basic story of having been an orphan because her parents died in a freak accident. Hell, maybe they did, she had no idea where they were anymore. A letter had arrived at the apartment about a year ago claiming to be from her father but she swiftly burnt it over a candle (setting off the fire alarm, that is a whole other thing) and tried to push down all memory of it to save her own sanity. Even if she did sometimes still lie awake in bed at night wondering if it really had been from him, and if so, how the hell he’d even managed to find her. 

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

5.9.23

3:20 am

I accidentally awaken, I saw that the light in the kitchen is open and the lamp light here in the living room is off...

I went outside to ask RV if he left the light on in the kitchen and he said yeah! I forgot coz supposed to be I will cook... I said ohkay.....

But who pull out the switch of lamp in the living room?

I always leave a light in the living room to remove evil spirit.... Though, I can sleep in total darkness but there are times we need to remove some negative element by leaving lights on even a lamp...

I still have windblow trap.... Hmm....Hmm....Still, I wanna leave the hometown...

7:59 am

Uncle Jun went out to forest of his Georgia'Z gang as well and never say a thing and changing his behaviour...Even here in the house we are flat again coz of their leadership,I can feel it... There is an old pattern again of Uncle Jun's behaviour... Even Uncle DD's strange behaviour of trying to find the tank of his vacuum not only the circular cover of his vaccum...

Well,I'm thinking these things...

8:12 am

Uncle Jun and Kuya Marvin is on the fire fighter track announcing a free vaccine for kids starting 9 months for german measles and flu, at the covered court...

I hope our playground here will be transformed into gym coz I guess nobody is going there to play... Just thinking but I wanna go back to the gym outside...

We have no pool here coz this is originally a military village... There is a security on the gate, at the opposite direction of our street here...

I still wanna leave the hometown... I still need a job away from here...I don't have plans to be poor here in the Philippinea of wild animals and some bad monkeys....I need a love and care coming from an alien who will be mutually compatible with me, my view and craziness about life... The shallow happiness of Hime, to buy starbucks everyday... And be boring with me.... But I love adventure...

11:08 am

Looking for my own wind beneath my wings angels...

2:11 pm

I still have the windblow trap... I feel frustrated and still watching so many Netflix blah2x such as "Desperate Housewives" Season 7 Episode 5, Kyle's story was really intriguing and indirectly... I already explained this kind of situation, it is a private matter... Still, on "Superstore,Cloud9" and reviewing anime "1 piece"....

My personal thing I wanna leave the hometown... No saviour... No rightful Jesus... I don't like anybody here... I FEEL.TRAP!

3:55 pm

I'm wishing that there will be a new changes in me soon, a good soul will come my way...I feel bitter... I have a windblow trap... I never really betray a friend coz it is bad to stab a friend from behind... But simply describing the situation is different...

I feel hurt and bitter... I wanna leave the hometown... I wanna grow and gain new friends away from here, if I can't find new friends to have here and there...

Well, my upbringing here in this village, I had a curfew when I was 13 years old until I finished college....I had to be inside the house before 6pm, even a 1 minute late is considered a late time, meaning I will be grounded for a week or a month... My upbringing just be decent on your neighbor,smile and help or be simply a good person if they need you. But I hate people that will overlap my presence...

It is not my character to hang-out outside for no reason... But my actual friends are not in this village... My neighbour here didn't actually know us here coz it's been a long time since this tight situation is presently existing in our family... People here had their own private lives....

My childhood bestfriend in this Village is Apple or Diana Cuizon is somewhere out there, she is a teacher somewhere here in Cavite...She is super busy now....I feel self-pity coz I can't get success... I really feel self-pity...

I wanna leave the hometown... I feel hurt they all overlap my presence... I wanna buy starbucks everyday... I wanna leave the hometown....I feel bitter....I feel self-pity for 16 years...

I still hate the Georgia'z, BetsilogZ Gang plus their Daddy Jun plus their Uncle DD... They all organize to go up. .

I need to leave the hometown... I feel self-pity... I lost xfactor... All of my gf's are betraying me, I guess at the back stage???

9:03 pm

I hate being 2nd choice...Last on the line to be seen...Why? Why, I'm just always a 2nd choice?

9:23 pm

Snap...

9:43 pm

??? Get it right now...

I feel bitter...

11:38 pm

Done,showering....Still,have windblow trap... I have complex....Sometimes I hate men and hate women who will overlap me... I feel that I wanna kill men for damaging me for 16 years or trapping me unfairly....

You feel that you are longing to see your old friends so that you can hear good things about yourself coz they are your friends... But what if some old friends are damaging me at the back stage or they just chose to be in the bathroom forever and happy fucking one another and they just need me now to bail them out??? It is totally unfair and painful in my part...

I need explanation... I deserve to hear their explanation....

#Youtube

[ohimesama]

10.5.22 Wednesday

12:48 am

I still have the windblow trap.... Uncle Jun is now sleeping... This is not my ideal life... I wanna leave the hometown... I need money and self-fulfillment... I wanna see people,that I wanna see...Unfair cult of Manalo... I hate being smash down by this people in Cavite.

I feel hurt,this is serious... I can't meet upper men/friends,my situation is very tight.. I wanna spread my wings,I hope I have "wind beneath my wings"...I have complex not my ideal life.

8:14 am

I just woke-up with bitterness and Uncle Jun went out going to his baranggay task...

Will have my kohi/coffee....The food allowance is last day today and I'm having a hard time balancing if Uncle DD can't give the 2500 weekly,imagine even some soaps and dishwashing will be pulled from that allowance...

I still, wanna leave the hometown... I feel envious and jealous hating their friendship that they didn't want me from the start since 2007 that cult here in Cavite! NOT MY IDEAL LIFE!

I'm self-pitying....Wanna see young JP and Mitch coz of this crazy situation,most specially young JP....Wanna see old friends on the upper bracket, a genuine old friends...

I hate the cult of Manalo!!! I hate them so much!!! Globally the cult of Manalo!!!

8:34 am

Lemme just share a thing day after day until I turn 41 this month....I was raised by my adoptive parent's in the church of christ of Manalo since I was 13 here in Cavite... They told me to humble the heart coz I was able to buy things that I want that other people couldn't have...

I was able to shop weekly buying skechers,imagine spending 3k to 5k pesoses weekly... Remember,angels? Aside from my "hello kitty stuff" in actual Sanrio Shop, I spent another 3k for bags and some pins and my bag buying weekly...Plus,my original derma shop at "Dermclinic" Doctor Pineda... The reason I cried on Mayee coz during the time that we worked in Cebu Pacific Air, I couldn't afford coz of our downfall after college...

I was a choir member and was able to perfect the main 27 basics doctrine of church of christ of Manalo... But it is not healthy coz my mind wasn't awakened... In this life you have to balance your spirituality, the material world and the needs of your body... For me those 3 are important...

10:58

Loving Netflix....But I need personal progress...

11 am

Still,wanna leave the hometown...I feel self-pity and bitterish...

11:53 am

Uncle Jun is here for his lunch break, for the record... He said we need to cook the mushroom asap coz it will lose its taste...

12:38 noon

I just used olive oil coz no butter available....Sauteed it wow! Yummy! Juicy!

I observed it is "Fresh Oyster Mushroom" ...

2:01 pm

Let's go to the darker side hahaha These are my crazy biological parent's... They were artist kind...

3:20 pm

I still have the windblow trap... My personal case I still wanna leave the hometown... I feel bitter and I feel self-pity...

I have destroyers coming from the cult of Manalo,hating them so much for flattening me unfairly... I hate being their supporters and planning to cage me to be their supporter only. I want personal growth now that I feel so fat and ugly here in Cavite...

Theory & Trivia:

I'm a college graduate but some members of the family are linking with that fucking cult of Manalo just to remove my college diploma... Or perhaps some traitor coming from church of christ and mixed people that they recruited...

Some people, probably assuming that they know me so well but the real thing they are monsters who are envious of me...

4:21 pm

Text of Uncle DD...

This is Uncle DD...

8:01 pm

We went out awhile ago me and my bebeh-John still the same,reacting on street dogs... But there is one street dog, that I want John to threaten coz his tail is up... Whew!

Still,I want John to enter K9... I need money and money....I hate the cult of Cavite!

I feel bitter,I feel low here.. I feel bitter so bitter in Cavite/ recruited of Manalo cult!!! I need money! I want self-fulfillment... I want my moment,it's been 15 years!

8:32 pm

Theory:

Hmm... Mommy Peachy needs to find a good friend just like young JP,for the K9 schooling of bebeh John... Being a friend to me must be a mutual thingy... He must love John as his own bebeh... John is a special dog...

But one thing for sure if someone will kill me,my bebeh-dog will know... He is special, in a way... God gave him a second spirit of an angel... Believe or not...

Reality:

I need a job away from here and I feel bitter and self-pity... I wanna buy stuff and wanna go back to gym and wanna do whitening injection and vagina clearing...

Everything is in God's time... I want my individuality... My self-esteem is zero... I feel irritated and super bitter!

9:23 pm

I'm supposed to be a Queen but this country is not a muslim... Some cases are applicable... I was pampered! Then,this windblow trap caged me for 15 years,to erase us and erase me!

I was spoiled in a good way... I feel bitter when I have to go down here in Cavite! I feel stupid for 15 years!

They made me their strength when they know that we are poor now and I'm poor...

I'm not bragging or anything... I donated money to my alma mater in Immaculate Conception Academy coz of "friendship"... Big amount of money coz of "friendship"!!!

[atlasseas]

The Devil’s Hairstyle

Summary: You decide to style Matt’s hair while showering together.

Warnings: Pure fluff, showering in a nonsexual way

Word Count: ~1.2k

A/n: Phew, this one has been in the drafts for a while. I couldn’t figure out how to start it for the longest time but here you go! More fics in progress, to be finished (hopefully?) soon. Also, can we talk about the removal of the Marvel shows on Netflix? And they haven’t said where they will be moved to? What am I supposed to do with my time now?

*not my gif*

You sigh as the steaming hot water trickles down your back. It has been quite the day, to say the least. In short, everything that could have possibly gone wrong did. There is nothing you want more than to take a hot shower, put on some comfy clothes, curl up in bed, and sleep through the rest of the week. Preferably, all of these activities include Matt, of course. But alas, Matt has yet to come home, and you have work tomorrow. Well, at least you can do activities one through three.

Internally groaning and the horrors of the real world, you finally start your shower routine, after standing under the hot water for at least five minutes. You’re so wrapped up in your self pitying (everyone is entitled to a healthy amount of self pitying after a long day, okay?) that you don’t notice that Matt has returned home until he joins you in the shower and pulls you into a strong embrace.

“How are you?” he mumbles into your hair as he fills his four working senses with you. You aren’t the only one who has been longing for this moment all day. These are Matt’s favorite moments, where, just for a moment, he can block out the chaos of the world that too often overwhelms his senses until it’s just you and him, nothing more, nothing less.

“Just peachy,” you reply while burying your head into Matt’s, now wet, chest.

Matt quietly laughs before squeezing you tighter. “That bad, huh?”

“You have no idea.” You reach for the shampoo to continue on with your shower routine but Matt beats you to it. He squeezes a healthy amount of shampoo into his hand and starts lathering your hair, giving you a mini scalp massage in the process. Both of you stay quiet, listening to the soft patter of the water hitting the tile floor, as you melt into Matt’s chest.

Matt takes his time to ensure he has a thorough and even application of shampoo in your hair. But, you quickly get impatient, deciding it’s your turn to dote on him. You also take your time to shampoo his hair, but that quickly turns into you playing with his hair.

Matt breaks the silence. “What are you doing,” he asks, but it’s a rhetorical question. You both know that he knows the answer to that question, but he asks anyway, wanting to hear your voice and to tease you a bit.

“Just trying out some new hairstyles,” you respond softly. At this point, it has become part of your routine for you to style his hair into, let’s say, unusual hairstyles. Today’s new style is one giant spike sticking straight up from the center of his head.

“What’s today's hairstyle?” he asks to humor you after a long day.

“One large spike pointing up in the center of your head,” you state in a matter of fact way, continuing to style his hair.

Matt tries to keep his voice somewhat serious as he responds, “Well, how do I look?” Unsurprisingly, he fails. His tone is probably the furthest thing from serious.

You, however, are able to maintain your composure despite how ridiculous Matt looks. “More handsome than before.”

Matt laughs, “Is that so?”

“Mhm.” You continue to perfect the spike until you step back while trying to think of ways to improve his new hairstyle. Matt’s expression becomes more and more confused during the few minutes you spend studying him in utter silence until you finally figure out how to make his hairstyle even better.

“Do you know what’s better than one spike?” You ask, lowering your voice to a more serious tone.

“No…?” Matt furrows his brows even more, confusion evident in his voice. Honestly, it’s adorable how confused he looks. His eyes shift around while he tilts his head, indicating that he is searching for clues as to why you’re serious all of a sudden. Honestly, it’s too cute, you know, when he tilts his head to listen carefully. He looks like a puppy that just heard the word “treat,” or “outside.” You doubt that he realizes that he does it too, he’s probably too focused on whatever he is listening to to notice.

“TWO spikes!!!” you exclaim, while trying to keep your serious tone but failing miserably.

Matt lets out a loud laugh as he is surprised by your response. But, knowing your humor, he probably should have seen it coming. “You’re so stupid,” Matt states lightheartedly, and then he pulls you towards his chest once again, still chuckling from your joke.

You pull away from his chest slightly to admire your work. “You should wear your hair like this all the time. It fits you so well.”

“Hmm does it?” Matt says, leaning forward for a kiss.

“Mhm. It really does. Wait, wait wait, it looks like horns!! Matt, it's perfect, seriously. You know, because you’re the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and all of that, and Devils have the two little horns, and now you have horns so it works,” you ramble.

Matt gives you a wide smile that warms every fiber of your being. “That is true,” he sneaks his arms around your torso before continuing, “but then everyone would know my secret. If I walk around with horns all the time then eventually someone is bound to put two and two together.”

You raise an eyebrow at Matt, “Really? People are going to look at you and see the two spikes on your head and then go, ‘Ah yes it all makes sense now. The blind lawyer from two blocks down the street must be the one who is doing parkour on the rooftops at night. I wouldn’t have known before, but now that he has two tufts of hair sticking up from his head, I see the connection.’”

You can feel Matt’s chest shake as he lets out a deep laugh.“Well, they wouldn’t realize right away but eventually they would figure it out,” Matt defends as he buries his head into your neck.

“I think you could write it off as a new stylistic choice. You pull it off so well that no one would be the wiser. Only you and I would know the true meaning.”

“You can try to convince me all you want, but I will not be showing up to my next trial with horns.”

You pause and consider your options. “You leave me no choice, Matthew. I will have to take matters into my own hands and style your hair while you are sleeping,” you orate. “Mark my words, Murdock, the horns WILL make an appearance.”

“Whatever you say,” he concedes, words muffled as he presses a kiss to your soaking wet hair. Matt pulls you impossibly closer and you two sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, soaking in each other’s company.

Matt is the first to break the silence. “I love you,” he mumbled out against your neck.

“I love you too, Matthew.”

***

A few days later, a jar of hair gel mysteriously appears next to Matt’s comb. How peculiar…

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil #netflix daredevil

[starryyuken]

ma chérie — harry styles x f!reader

a/n; Pictures used are behind the scenes and stills from The Crown season 4, Josh O’Connor’s Prince Charles and Emma Corrin’s Princess Diana—might as well recommend you all to watch it on Netflix 😝. I changed how I *usually* write my other fics but I feel that it’s all good!—excuse any errors, feel free to reblog/like, interact and stay safe!

You and Harry are married to each other, and being in a movie together playing as a wedded couple, including the one day you wore a fake baby belly and he goes soft.

“I thought you would be happy,” Hesitating on what to say, she looked down at her feet, “I’m sorry.”

“We have 10 days left then it will all be over.”

“Don’t tell me you’ll run back to her. Don’t do that, don’t go back to her. Stay with us, please…”

“I’m not reconsidering it, don’t make me say anything that I will regret later.”

“You always said those things no matter whom or what we would be having a conversation about. It will always turn into an argument.” Countered she.

“It wouldn’t even be a problem if you wouldn’t make one out of it.”

“We’re a couple. It isn’t normal to even argue about the slightest bit of things that angers you.” She snapped.

The baby’s cry from the other room shuts their voices.

“Take care of him.”

Not another word or even a second glance, he walked out of the room. The sound of the heavy steps of his shoes disappearing. What’s left was only her in the room alone with the baby’s cry echoing. Her eyes watered yet unblinking watching the ghost spot.

“Cut!”

Countless bright lights blinding you even though it all stood tall and far from you. People swarming the set, and it began to fill in with their talking.

“That was brilliant. It came out better than I expected.” Victoria, the screenwriter and producer, hands you a cup of drink as she helps you put on a jacket.

“I hope you got the last shot of me crying. I don’t think I can do that again.”

“We did, we did. It all looks amazing, (Y/N). Now, you rest and let me or Savanah,” Your assistant, “if you need anything. Any clothes that isn’t warm enough or too hot for you to wear, let us know.”

As you were making your way to your trailer and away from the set with its cameras stacked on top of each other, wires thin and thick with sorts of color on the ground or hanging on the wall, you craned your neck to see where Harry was.

“Where is Harry?”

“Soon as the scene ends he ran out and, I suppose, into your trailer.”

Standing in front of your trailer door, hearing Angel Eyes softly playing from the inside, you gave Victoria a pitiful smile. “He always do this to not fall asleep waiting for me.”

“Rest nice, (Y/N). Give me or Savanah a text. You’re hungry or want a ride home. Makeup remover—”

“Alright, see you, Vic!”

Entering your trailer, its lights dimly lit and only two out of four turned on, you decided not to announce your entry until a few more steps inside to see your husband.

Harry was leaning against the dresser still dressed in his costume, consisting of a crisp white shirt with black-striped-red suspenders loosely hanging from his hips down to his knees, black dress trouser and matching black shoes with gold hardware. He’s taken the courtesy to remove the makeup, other than asking you to do it that costs you a one hour nap, and his hair was free of the pomade. They were hanging and some sticking to his forehead, sheen of sweat clear from forehead to collarbone and expose chest.

His outfit had cost a million, whilst you were a baby blue dress with simple flowery designs decorating it. You’d ditched the high heels to a simple leather light brown slip-ons. You were simply following the directions given by the costume designers and director, your character wouldn’t go overbroad and keeps it simple.

“I love you,” Never unheard throughout both your days of filming that he wouldn’t utter the words instead of a casual “hello”. He’d smile smugly at how easy it made you feel and act.

“I know. You remind me every day and night, and I don’t want you to stop.”

“No one said I would, darlin’.”

He watched as you say down on your makeup chair and doing your routine of skincare like always. He doesn’t admit it, but he loves seeing you dressing down and out of the dresses and makeup, leaving only the real you in front of him.

After convincing him to get our of costume and wear a more comfortable clothing, you two now tangled in a cuddle, you felt more relaxed than ever. The cold mattress and pillow sinking you in and the feeling of the love of your life’s arms wrapped around you, you felt safe, protected, and loved.

…

The next morning, you couldn’t help being jumpy and feeling excited that made your stomach flip.

Filming started a bit later than usual, as they’re still preparing for the set’s decorative and placing the props on marked places. You had ran through the script once more, and keeping in mind filming wouldn’t be in chronological order like you thought it would from the first time you were casted and joined in the first ever table reading. Your first day was surrounded by actors playing as family members, sharing a toast in a birthday celebration, four months later you were wearing a wedding dress plucking and petals off the flowers from your bouquet. The days you weren’t filming, you’d be in the costume department doing the needed fittings and trying on various makeup looks. Sometimes, Harry would follow you and busied himself taking pictures of you, pinky promising you to not spoiling anything by posting anything in his socials.

But the one time he didn’t come with you to the department, you thought it was a perfect surprise for him. A small something to cheer him up and relieve him some off the stress.

Dressed in a royal purple maternal dress that goes down to your knees, underneath was a fake pregnant belly, protruding and round strapped to your belly, realistically making you look pregnant. Harry would lose his mind.

You’d sneak inside his trailer and turned on one of the soft yellow light, hearing him snoring from the entrance, you softly shuts the door close and walks over to stand on the edge of his bed. On one of the walls was a body mirror, you couldn’t help yourself but to place a hand on top of where the bump started and placing another on the lower part. Your turned your body admiring the belly and focused on how real it looked, that Harry’s gravelly morning voice cutting the silence made the hairs on your neck stands up.

“Darling, turn around f’me...”

Doing so, the soft click of his camera and flash, blood rushed into your face making you feel hot.

His green eyes, droopy and slowly blinking, adjusting to lights, he licked his lips eyes you up and down. Along with the dress, you had donned on the sapphire ring and a gold watch, keeping the ‘soon-to-be mum’ look simple yet fashionable up the costume designers expectations.

“Ma cherie, you look beautiful…”

You’d hit the soft spot he has for babies, you knew it from how much in the past he would gush about meeting with his fans on a walk on the street holding their baby and taking a picture with them, he looked like a natural dad.

“I know, that’s why I wanted to surprise you. I’ve been so excited all morning for this and…don’t it just look perfect?”

His eyes wandered to the bump then back to your face. Wetting his lips, he chuckled,

“You always do, sweetheart. But you look so…natural with it.” A comfortable silence, then he whispered to you, “Come closer, darlin’,”

His arms finds itself around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, and he placed his ear in the bump. “Look even more amazing…”

“Why don’t we give it a name? I’ve grown too attached to it that I think it deserves a name.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You bend down and kisses his forehead.

His large hands placed on both sides of the fake belly, his thumb rubbing it soothingly, almost it was fragile and made of glass, “Gwendolyn…or, uh, Archibald…”

You smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt, you hurdled him into a tight hug sending him crashing back into the mountain of blankets and pillows, “I love, love, love it!”

…

“Here, mummy! There I found the bunny!”

“Good job, Finn! Let’s show the bunny to daddy!”

 Hoisting “Finn”, real name Louis, he giggled as he latched his face on his neck. He had the most fun, though it was all an act for the elderly actors surrounding him. He didn’t care about anything else except the games he played, the large places for filming, and the colorful clothes everyone wore.

“40 minutes break everyone!”

At times break time was longer than it was announced, but you savored every moment by relaxing, catching up to meals you missed, or finish any errands you could do without going too far from set. But ever since Louis came on set, you would spend time with the him with coloring books, playing with building blocks, play pretend, or taking silly photos that you would keep in an album you’d requested Harry to bought for you.

“You’re glowing, (Y/N)!” laughed Roman, your on-screen brother-in-law, and a close friend of you and your husband, seeing you and Louis still sharing a laugh.

“I’m preggy, Roman!”

Louis interrupts and reached down to pat the top of your fake bump, “Baby Gwen, Roman!”

“Gwen? I thought you’ll have another brother?”

“Harry picked out the names this morning. Gwendolyn for a girl and Archibald for a boy.”

“Can’t believe you two aren’t parents yet.”

“We are aren’t we? What do you think, Louis?”

“She’s like mummy!”

…

You were laying down on a large sofa, immersed in the book you’re reading, you failed to realize the fake bump you were still wearing had began to feel heavier

“What…” But your words trailed off to see Harry’s hair bundled on your stomach and his face mushing itself on the bump.

“What’re you reading, sweetheart?”

“Just some short stories and poetries, love. What are you doing?”

“Enjoying your company. Hope I’m not…pestering you or anythin’…” Yawning and rubbing his eye, it was clear he needed to rest and never had the chance to. When he did, he’d spend them with you, catching up together whenever you don’t share a scene with each other.

“You looked amazing today…” He muttered so quietly.

You ran your fingers through his hair as he laid back down on the bump.

Going back into your book, not letting go of your hand busy playing with his hair, Harry fell into a dreamland.

…

Hayden was a calm baby boy that wanted to play with toys instead of being held in either you or Harry’s arms. He had many of them, courtesy of Harry spending a couple hundred dollars, but Hayden also enjoyed the hand-knitted ones you did, an airplane and a bee, would be the ones that was on him all the time.

His parents, Caroline and Ivan, sitting behind the cameras, had given you simple instructions how to calm down the baby. As Hayden would be your on-screen elder son in his infant year, you somehow felt the need to take care of him.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” Caroline assured you as she placed Hayden into your arms.

The scene was a simple one, the family relaxing and enjoying the sun and nature. Sitting on the picnic blanket that had been set up, decorated with the baby’s toys and others, you and Harry, him holding Hayden, sat down on the blanket soon as the scene starts.

Birds chirping and the wind filling your ears, along with Harry’s talking to Hayden while fiddling with a wooden toy. The camera was focusing on them, and one of the crew member carefully moved one of the cameras to focus on you.

You had to give a solemn yet motherly and loving look towards Hayden, as your character was in a bit of conflict and had been in an argument with her husband in a scene beforehand. A half smile on your lips as Hayden crawled towards you, you cooed at the infant, Harry patting his bump and chortling at the baby’s antics.

…

The cathedral, in all its glory and details, precise colors and theme, it took you back to the day you and Harry pronouncing your vows in a similar one.

The wedding was suppose to give off the ‘fairytale’ every bride wish for on their wedding day. The cathedral, its stained glass with colors weary of time, statue depicting itself by the books and history, and the altar’s colorful, high and wide interiors, it gave you a slight chill.  The high ceiling, artwork that made you wanted to look up forever even if your neck stiffen, it was intriguing to get to observe such beauty. The angels, their spreading wings of white-greys-and-black feathers, their faces that you wished you could reach and caress…

“Action!”

“Know that you’re the only one I truly love. Why the ring is on you—”

“And instead you’ll gave it to her?”

She shifted her eyes to the golden signet ring he wore on his hand.

“You’ll never forgive me?”

“Not while she is still there.” On his heart, mind, and soul.

The scene shifted, she was walking down the aisle, counting the steps she took to get her mind of everything.

Now standing in the altar, the priest with its open script and reciting the words, he interrupts, “May we skip to the vows?”

She looks at him from the corner of her eyes. She said nothing, then down at the flowers, she prayed that it was nothing but a dream.

As they recited what was needed, Harry had forgotten about the cameras and leaned close to whisper in your ears,

“I meant what I said, ma chérie, you looked beautiful with the belly.”

And kissed you under your ear. Not minding the eyes of other actors who might be focusing on them instead, but he doesn’t care.

…

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yourinstagram lady with a baby, kid, and prince charming

yourfan64 YEAAH MORE (Y/) AND HAZ CONTENT

harryfan65 haz looks better by the year. lucky (Y/N) 😏😏😏

harrystyles @/harryfan65 Of course 🙉

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yourfan60 @/yourinstagram on set today!!! Behind the scenes already looking good, and look at the baby bump, she looks so cute!! (it’s a fake, don’t worry everyone)

yourfan61 “lady with baby” ALSO LOOK AT THAT SMILE SHE’S SO ADORABLE

harryfan62 whatta sunshine when she smiles ❤️❤️

yourfan63 WE NEED THE RELEASE DATE PLEASE @/yourinstagram @/harrystyles

harrystyles 😘

yourinstagram 😘

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harryfan69 Still photos of @/harrystyles and @/yourinstagram from their new movie! They look so natural as parents aren’t they??

yourfan70 They look amazing together ❤️

yourfan71 harry looks handsome am I righttt @/yourinstagram

yourinstagram @/yourfan71 I know righttt 😏

harryfan72 @/yourinstagram pls give us the release date!!!

harryfan73 they look so adorable as a family oh my god 😭

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yourinstagram “Before you tell me what to do, how about you first watch the things you do?” Your not-so-average couple next door coming to your nearest theaters.

yourfan75 OH NO IT WAS ALL A LIE 😱

harryfan76 Can’t imagine them arguing in this film while Harry is bashing of how much he love his wife 😂

yourfan77 He posted a story going on a coffee date. Yeah they wouldn’t dare to stay mad at each other for so long 😂😂

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harrystyles “You don’t have to pretend you care when you already have one foot out the door.”

liampayne 😲😲!!

yourinstagram I smacked his badonkadonk after this 🍑

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harrystyles “How many times has he told you he doesn’t love you?” IN THEATER. FEBRUARY 2022.

yourinstagram Don’t worry everything’s fine at home...he doesn’t iron his own clothes send help xx

gemmastyles @/yourinstagram Turn on your locations ✈️

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yourinstagram if it isn’t me and my husband in our movie looking poshier than ever...prince charming @/harrystyles I love you!

harrystyles ma chérie i love you!

yourfan79 I’M SO READY!!!

yourfan80 “prince charming” AWWWW THE CUTEST

gemmastyles Save me the best seat for the premier okay 🍿? Love, Gemma and Mum x

yourinstagram @/gemmastyles I’ll get the whole theater booked for us. With love, sis in law xx

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harrystyles “People are noticing a difference between us. We can’t keep doing this.” IN THEATER. FEBRUARY 2022.

annetwist Making sure you and @/yourinstagram to win the emmys 🏆...

yourinstagram All Momma Anne and sister Gem support for our work was immensely wonderful, can’t wait to see it with you all! ❤️ P.S. PRE ORDER YOUR TICKETS MY LOVES

yourfan80 love the seeing the support from the family 😍❤️

yourfan81 Will be binge watching it definitely not because of (Y/N) looking beautiful all the time...

yourinstagram @/yourfan81 whatta flirt u are xx

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles fake social media #harry styles fake instagram #harry styles fake ig #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles #my fic post

[asset35-maya]

[REED900 EDEN CLUB AU]

Most people who visit the Eden Club are there to fulfil their fantasies. Some are elaborate, some are simple… and some are quite unspeakable. Things you’d never dare to ask of a fellow human.

Gavin Reed is one such patron. He, too, has a deep dark fantasy that would cause his entire reputation to crumble should anyone find out. His fantasy… is LOVE.

It’s a little pathetic honestly, but Gavin has a part of his monthly savings set aside for discrete visits to the club. Hours-long sessions where he can drop the toxic bravado and pretend he’s in the safe and happy confines of a loving relationship.

//

He whispers sweet nothings into synthetic ears and coaxes simulated orgasms out of plastic bodies. He tests out affection, phrases and terms of endearment. He practises how to kiss with meaning, how to congratulate a loved one on an achievement, how to ask someone to marry him. He plays house.

Gavin picks a different android each time, and it’s just his luck that Cyberlife seems to launch new models almost in sync with the seemingly endless romance film premieres on Netflix.

He tells himself he’s kind of heeding the advice from his family and friends to start dating. All the visits to the Eden Club count as practice. There’s zero judgement from the blank-faced androids, so he can mess up and try again over and over. Practice makes perfect. He’ll be perfect by the time he meets the one. And he’ll know when it’s the one, because he’s been with so many different types. Oooh! And the body count doesn’t matter because androids aren’t real people. Yeah! Foolproof!

//

Then one day he’s absolutely blown away by a pair of new models on display. Two achingly handsome men with the same face. A lean, brown-eyed bot and his taller, more muscular, blue-eyed clone. (Basically, the authorities caught wind of the highly risky RK development program at Cyberlife and they found a quick way to hide the prototypes at the Eden Club)

Gavin struggles to choose between the new models, but finally picks the blue-eyed RK900. Gavin is a caregiver at heart, and somehow doesn’t see the RK800 playing along well. There’s a little too much self-assuredness in that open and inviting smile. The RK900 however, exudes a certain vulnerability despite the outwardly intimidating physique. (Or is that just Gavin projecting?)

Gavin takes the RK900 by the hand and pulls him into a bedroom suite. He’s got a full scenario planned out in his head. This one will be a workplace romance. The RK900 will be his partner and the context is that they’re finally falling into bed together after several counts of flirtatious banter shared during investigations.

//

The android plays along remarkably well. There’s intelligence and humour in their interactions… and it feels so damn real. The teasing, the playing coy, the gasps of sexual gratification are nothing like the programmed bullshit Gavin is used to seeing from the usual companion models at the Eden Club. If he was looking for love, this sure felt like it.

Gavin wonders whether the RK900 has some deeper purpose in a moment of post-orgasmic clarity… and is just about to ask when the android’s eyes glaze over, LED spinning rapidly… resetting, as the paid session ends.

The thought doesn’t leave Gavin’s head even after he discreetly leaves the club. It sticks with him, and his fantasy gets more and more elaborate. After several sleepless nights spent fixating on the memory of the RK900’s touch, Gavin becomes convinced that he’s met some kind of synthetic soulmate. It’s ridiculous, but he feels possessive… he yearns for the RK900… Nines, as he’s started mentally referring to him.

//

Breaking a personal rule, Gavin returns to the Eden Club for the second time that month.

He dimly acknowledges the absence of the RK800 display unit and deletes the HR email informing the homicide department about their new android colleague, Connor. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Gavin connects the dots but he can’t bring himself to care.

He empties nearly all his bank savings to book an entire week’s worth of sessions with Nines, back to back. His frenzied mind has concocted some kind of wedding and honeymoon scenario, and he’s too far gone to exercise any self-restraint… or self-preservation, now knowing fully what the RK900 model is.

It’s pitiful. But that’s generally how things in Gavin Reed’s life are.

But still… not as pitiful as the manner in which Nines deviates. The red wall shatters in the midst of a circuit-frying climax. He gains his freedom writhing underneath the desperate thrusts of a lovesick loser. Actual tears stream down his face because the man called him his precious babydoll darling husband.

As the last session of the week runs out, and the make-believe honeymoon comes to a close, Gavin fears the worst… but Nines’ eyes remain radiant and full of recognition. The android snuggles closer underneath the sheets, completely unwilling to let go despite the timer ringing loudly through the suite.

//

Since Gavin’s going bankrupt and probably about to be removed from police duty for reasons of financial embarrassment, he tells himself that it doesn’t matter if he commits a small crime.

Or a big one.

Nines disables the security cameras at the club and the two sneak out into the sunset.

Of course, there’s hell to pay, for the both of them… but it’s worth it.

Completely worth it.

Years later, with actual rings on their fingers, they return to that same honeymoon suite and recreate how it all began.

#tw: sex mention #reed900 #rk900 #gavin reed #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #dbh gavin #gavin900 #gavin x nines #gavin x rk900 #eden club #dbh fanfic #dbh writing #my writing

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I saw your post on twt about tagging your Lambert fics as twn and man, did this break my heart. Thank you for sticking with our old Lambert, I really need to make a list of content creators who still write and draw his non-twn version

Yeah. I was heartbroken. Thanks for reaching out. ❤️ Self pitying rant below the cut, because it's minor given the state of the world, but I'm clinging onto it by my fingernails.

I'd just worked a 15 hour day, including getting verbally abused by a student for stepping in to defend a colleague. I'm teetering on the edge of burnout. I thought I'd check AO3 for some good serotonin (I don't bother with Tumblr anymore apart from a quick scroll of some friends' blogs and Twitter is pointless for that), and there it was.

Like I said: I don't care what people imagine when they read my shit. Feel free to imagine BoJo in a clown outfit if that's your kink. But don't... write it in the comments, bookmark or description of the collection as if the author's passion and love for the character doesn't matter. It was the "some of these are clearly Game Lambert but I still imagine him as... Mileage may vary". As if... "It's a flaw, but we can get by it in some instances"/"the story's great but it's better if..."

I hate what Netflix did to the Witchers. I hate how they behave, how flat and wrong they are, how fucking boring and predictable. They aren't the Witchers I love. I see no similarities. I have curated everything to remove them, and was gleefully wallowing in a TWN-less experience; staying in lane, not bothering anyone. But they can't extend the same courtesy.

Unfortunately, Non, I shouldn't be on that list of yours. I mostly write for private consumption now (Discord friends), and I took down one of the stories that was added. An absolute passion project that I'll continue working on in private for a bit, and may put back up if/when it's done. It's a love letter to Lambert. I'm really looking forward to writing about the conflict, and the final OT3 goodness.

#twn critical #anti twn #anti netflix

[emily-the-fae]

Ok so I have been in the interest area for some time

And I may have gotten interested in several Draculas

Here is a list of who I have on team:

5. Bram Stoker's Dracula

I mean come on, Gary Oldman in late Victorian era suits is just extremely handsome. The warrior that became a vampire: seductive, cruel, very nice when in love.

They were quite very bold when they named the movie "Bram Stoker's Dracula" to be honest - like, yes, it is very evident that they followed the author, but decided to add a more romantic plot with some Victorian sensuality. My personal opinion - they tried too hard: they wanted to fit their own storyline of Mina x Dracula love to the original Stoker story, while keeping up at least in the beginning to the author's stile of reading diaries and switching POVs in 2 hours of screentime - it did not go as smoothly as one might have wished, the time is obviously not enough, the story and character relationships are a bit rushed. Besides some characters were well... Lucy's lovers are a bit dumb - far worse than they were in the book and Lucy - ok I get it, you wanted to add eroticism, but not like that!!

In general not so bad. I like it, feels like a nice interpretation.

4. Netflix Dracula

Well, the storyline began as if it could have been Bram Stoker's, but proved to be very different from the original quite quickly. Another nice interpretation. Van Helsing is a female and a nun - that's quite an interesting change. (Seriously, I love the character, she's a big mood.)The modern versions of characters in 3rd episode seemed kinda cool too

Absolutely loved the idea of Dracula absorbing the memories and knowledge with blood, it's really cool. ( Can I please be a vampire too? I really need that for my studies!)

Claes Bang portrayal of the vampire seemed very impressive. Loved it - didn't expect to but loved it - it was the first Dracula movie I watched and it left me under a spell.

Plus the human-eating irony - Hannibal Lecter would have shook Dracula's hand for that, those two have a common sense of humour and aesthetic.

As with the previous one, I enjoyed the interpretation quite a lot.

3. Van Helsing

Well, in that one.

The story has almost nothing to do with the book, doesn't even try to, but the plot they made is exciting - the ancients old enemies concept and all that stuff. The gothic Transylvania/Budapest/Paris/wherever else they were depiction is lovely - it gives the viewer this sense of darkly beautiful atmosphere of vampire stories; soundtrack adds to the picture nicely.

Characters, well... Anna is cool if you look at her in terms of personal - keep up the family values and stuff. BUT a young lady wearing tight trousers in 19th century, are you kidding me??? I'm sorry, but that weirded me out a bit. Same with that moment when "oh I fell five meters and before that soaked under rain, look at my perfectly soft curls" - the female characters in that movie are a bit overly fancy for the time and the action genre - same with Dracula's brides, they're kind of cute, love their babies and Dracula, but why on Earth are they always half-naked?

Van Helsing has a bit of a younger and sadder Mad-Eye Moody vibe. "I kill monsters, although I do pity the humans that sit inside of them. These things need to die" - that kind of person. Hugh Jackman plays him nicely, I felt him very fit for the role - he and Dracula are basically what really saves the film and makes it interesting.

Dracula here is just.. I mean aw. He's hot. He's got a nice accent, he turns into some flying half bat thing that looks hella cool, and he removes his cape in such an extremely graceful gesture that it makes one faint. Love that guy.

(+ the ballroom dance scene was very sensual and gothic, it was one of the reasons I started watching the movie)

2. Dracula Untold

The story of medieval Dracula and how he came to be a vampire - to protect his people and his family. Politics, love, monsters and broken dates. That movie has a great plot and some points which make you stop and wonder (oh do I love the quotes of those "sometimes the world doesn't need another hero, sometimes what it needs is a monster" and of that sort, just beautiful)

It is kind of tragic, but it has a bright side to it, I am extremely grateful to the authors for what they did to the ending.

And Dracula himself well... Luke Evans is just gorgeous in the role. The ultimate strong warrior vampire - a monster to his enemies and a loving husband and father to his family. Dracula redeemed. This one is sweet.

1. Castlevania

Aaaand here we go on my favourite one. If you don't mind watching anime and you love vampires/gothic stuff - you're probably gonna enjoy this. I did. I loved it: the plot, the characters, their relationship, the whole concept of the vampire community and Dracula the vampire King, their motivations. It's catching, it's mesmerizing, it charmed and drew me in (read: I cried and wailed together with my friend, this left me a trauma, I had to write a big fanfic to make up for the pain).

Main characters - Adrian, Sypha and Tevor are a bit Ron, Harry and Hermione but they are a lovely trio, I love the tension between Trevor and Adrian. Very loveable characters, and I dare say quite well written.

And, well, Dracula. Excuse me, this one is my personal favourite. I mean - a beautiful castle, that is moved by some cool mechanisms to wherever Dracula pleases, an enormous library with all the forgotten knowledge of the world. Dracula himself is extremely well-educated, well-mannered, THE gentleman (and yeah well 8ft tall but let's skip that bit). I love that character he is in so much pain I want to hug him and cuddle him into warm blankets. He is a sweetheart.

So that was a short attempt of a person who is terrible at criticizing stuff to write some film reviews. In case anyone is interested. And for me to reassemble my journey into the vampire world.

#dracula #netflix dracula #claes bang #bbc dracula #bram stoker's dracula #gary oldman #van helsing 2004 #hugh jackman #kate beckinsale #wynona ryder #richard roxburgh #agatha van helsing #dracula untold #luke evans #castlevania #count dracula #anna valerious #sypha castlevania #trevor castlevania #alucard

[neithrain]

kanej physical contact headcanons

*for the record, i have not read king of scars or rule of wolves, only six of crows and crooked kingdom. i’ve also watched the netflix show. this is all just thoughts squeezed from my brain juices for your entertainment

nearly two years

that’s how long it takes for kaz to be able to initiate an embrace

by the end of crooked kingdom, he’s held inej’s hand in his own ungloved grip

two years later, he can finally wrap her arms around her without every nerve in his body screaming to get away

there were moments of remarkable improvement, and then relapses where it seemed he was regressing back into the worst depths of his fears

days where he felt he could hold her hand for hours and others where he could barely let her stand close without being on edge

the random, unpredictable nature of it all demolished every sense of stability his gloves and aversion to touch had gifted him

omitting all physical contact in one’s life was so much simpler and required so much less thought, and his days had just gotten so much harder

but he figured if he had somehow adapted before, he would just have to do it again

inej never pushed or pressured him, but she never coddled him either

and he loved her so much for it

any moments where kaz was struggling to maintain their contact, any doubts cut into his face were only met with patient neutrality from her

her unchanging, steady dark eyes were all that kept him sane sometimes

no irritation, no expectations, no pity, no gentleness

a stare so clear it was a blank slate, an empty page where he could write new stories

perhaps even a story of a man who deserved her

but those days where he reached out first, where he intiated a new touch, those were days where her eyes crinkled as she smiled

sometimes it would take hours, maybe even days of preparing himself for a new wall to tear down, a new piece of armor to remove

other times, he would let his sense of adrenaline take over and force himself to step past his comfort zone

and then inej would readily meet him halfway

one evening, she had been sitting near him on his desk

it was the same sort of conversation they’d had dozens of times before where they planned a new mission. she had tracked down a particularly elusive slaver in ketterdamn and she needed backup to corner them

but now, she was just closer

he had been completely fine with it. it was inej, and there was a familar comfort in her proximity

soon though, after the plan was agreed on, she didn’t seem intent on moving unless he asked her to, and kaz had desperately wanted to take the advantage of the quiet, almost peaceful moment and do something affectionate

a hug was still far too much, but he felt only holding her hand was cheap and easy

“inej,” he murmured

she looked up with those same weighted eyes that anchored him, expectant, waiting for him to finish

so, he extended his bare hand out to cover hers, and raised his other to her cheek

he nearly yanked his hand away upon the heat of her skin, as if she would burn him somehow

but it was just that, the heat, that drove him to settle his hand there

it was warmth. life. better yet, it was hers

she deserved this. deserved affection from the man who loved her without him pulling his hand away in disgust

she deserved a touch laced with trust and free of blood

and maybe, just maybe, he deserved her dark eyes melting in golden candle light instead of moon-soaked ocean water

“we’ll find them, inej,” he told her, taking a deep breath to calm his pulse. “you’ll find them, and they’ll wish they were lost out at sea instead”

she stared up in slight wonder

and then, she grinned

her hand flipped over to intertwine with his, and she watched him give the smallest smile as well

it betrayed his continued effort, and he did not try to hide it

but he was winning

the control was reversing, settling into his hand, and they both knew it

it was progress. visible. palpable.

inej would have thanked the saints, but for once, she felt there was nothing to thank them for

this was kaz. kaz in his entirity.

she was having him without armor, and it was unimagineably better than never having him at all

the weight of his hand was so light it was almost eerie

how could a man named “dirtyhands” have a touch this gentle?

“i know we will,” she said, still smiling, “we’ll find them, and they’ll be drowning before they see us”

“that’s my girl”

one year later, and that moment they shared is haunting kaz

it had been haunting him every day, every time when inej bid him good night before heading off, every moment when he wished he could hug her but couldn’t

he thought he could never see her happier than when she embraced her parents that day at the docks

if he could free her from trafficking, save her from a volcra attack with his cane, and find her parents for her, he could bring himself to do this

he expected the moment he finally hugged her to be something momentous or tragic

momentous as in she somehow managed to slaughter every single slaver in the entirity of ketterdam, or tragic as in she was crying

those were really the only two extremes he could possibly imagine himself finally biting the bullet for

but like when he’d held her cheek, it was another quiet, solitary moment with her

inej had been exhausted from a busy day

their conversation had run dry when they silently realized and agreed that neither of them wanted to talk but both still wished to be in each other’s presence

so they sat on the couch together in front of the fireplace

inej still kept an inch of distance between them in case it was a bad day for kaz, all except for their hands

if nothing else, he had gotten much better at that

the fire had burned into pitiful flames still desperately clinging to the charred wood, and both of them knew it needed fuel

neither were willing to get up and get it though

it would have been uncomfortably dark had they been with literally anyone else

after they had survived the fold though, anything that wasn’t ink-black darkness failed to unsettle them

kaz looked down at their hands, and with much more peace of mind than he ever could have imagined, decided it was time

without a word, he inched closer to inej, turned to face her, and slowly guided her into his arms

he felt her breath still, her eyelashes tickle his neck as she looked up at him in silent shock

his spine stiffened out of instinct, and his heart began thundering

but his touch never wavered

the oddest disconnect between his body and mind raged within him

he had never felt so physically threatened yet so mentally peaceful

his cheek rested on her head, and her breath returned as she gently hooked her arms around his back in return

he knew she felt his heartbeat. knew she felt the unsteady intakes of his breath against her chest

but inej, his wraith, truly the treasure of his heart, smiled against his collarbone and simply rubbed her hand over his back in the most comforting manner possible

she embraced him like he was the most heartbroken man in the world somehow

and he loved her for it

#six of crows #kanej #kaz brekker x inej ghafa #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #headcanon #guys these are just my headcanons okay #if you feel like it would have taken kaz longer to get to this point thats completely valid #i tried my best to guess but i could have wildly misjudged #i still hope its enjoyable

[ladywaifuuwrites]

Why do you hate me?

Pairings: Giyuu Tomioka x fem! Reader

Synopsis: Ever since you met Giyuu you hated him. Well, not hate...you just don’t like him to a higher extent and you don’t know why. But Giyuu likes you and wants to ask you: “Why do you hate me?”.

Warnings: angst | swearing | a bit fluff | past life! au

a/n: I’ve been obsessed lately with past life regression and past life things and I just absolutely love history. So this is me letting my imagination run wild. And I love Giyuu. He’s my main man ❣️

Pls. give this a chance huhuness

word count: 1,635

Flashbacks are italicized  

part 1 part 2

Party lights, red solo cups, booze and streams of laughter are present in the air. (Y/N) is thoroughly enjoying the party. After all, she just lied to her parents about going to a birthday party. But it’s actually a birthday party, a wild birthday party.

“HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TENGEN”

Everybody shouts at the top of their lungs and goes “WOOOOOOOOH”. Tengen is now covered in confetti, booze, and girls. The drunk ladies latched themselves on him and he kissed their heads one by one.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, everyone! Let’s get this party started!!!!” And everyone goes crazy and jumps out on the large pool outside.

You smile at their enthusiasm and shook your head to yourself, feeling good and happy about this event. Shinobu rolled her eyes and just went for the kitchen while Mitsuri is snacking on the food at the table, quietly. 

A scream left Shinobu’s lips as Tengen picked her up and proceeded to walk to your way. Mitsuri dropped her food while you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion on what is happening. 

“Oh no” Mitsuri mumbled before running away but Tengen caught her and placed her on his shoulder alongside Shinobu.

“NOOOOOOOOO. Please let me go!” Mitsuri cried out as she kept on hitting Tengen’s back.

“How about you (Y/N)? Are you gonna disobey the flamboyant birthday boy’s wishes?” 

“If you’re gonna do that to me, then no. What do you want?” You asked crossing your arms and turned on your sassy mode. 

“For the good girls club to have some fun! Why are you guys holding back? There’s so much fun this flamboyant party has to offer!” Tengen exclaimed.

“Please let me go.” Shinobu said with a smile on her face but she is really annoyed.

Before Tengen could say anything, a voice interrupted him.

“Hey! Let my friends go!” Makomo ran towards Tengen and pulled on Shinobu and Mitsuri’s arm but Tengen was far too tall so he lifted the girls up.

“Not until you grow some height!” Tengen clapped back which made Makomo extra angry. Sabito laughed loudly and kept wheezing about the joke.

“That’s a good one Tengen!” 

“Ye- Oh! Hey! Giyuu! My man!” The tall man threw the girls on his shoulders onto the pool causing screams to fill the air. 

You laugh at their situation but you are suddenly pushed onto the water. It was just like slow motion when you fell. Underneath the water, you move your legs so that you resurface but you seem to be having a hard time. Your legs feel tired and numb. Oh my gosh, is this how I’m going to die? Who the fuck killed me?

A huge splash can be heard as bubbles formed in the water and made way for someone’s body. Mesmerizing blue eyes met yours and you could feel as if you’re running out of breath. Are you running out of breath because of the water? Or because of those blue eyes?

Strong arms wrapped around your waist as you float back to the surface. You gasped for breath and put your hands to your face to whisk away the water on your face.

Makomo held her hand for you and you accepted it to get out of the pool. Shinobu put a towel around your body as Mitsuri put a towel around your head.

“What the fuck? Did you guys forget that I can’t swim?” You scream at them angrily as tears welled up in your eyes. The boys couldn’t look at you and the girls looked at you sadly.

“Giyuu pushed you” You turned your head to the voice and found Sanemi standing beside Obanai. Who the hell is Giyuu?

“I’m sorry. Sanemi bumped into me and I accidentally pushed you from the impact, I’m sorry.” A deep attractive voice perked your ears and led you looking at a man beside the pool with his head hung low. Water dripped from the man’s dark hair to his blue shirt and to his black sweatpants. He was basically covered in water and he looked hot. 

He’s the one who saved you. It was the same blue eyes that met yours underwater. But your heart swelled with anger and angry tears filled your eyes, disregarding the fact that he saved you. But he was also the one who almost killed you!

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to him, because the way his head hung low as if utterly begging for forgiveness hurt your heart. Tears fell down your cheeks as you keep looking at him. It was like someone kept on stabbing your heart.

“(Y/N)” Makomo said softly and guided you out of the scene. Shinobu and Mitsuri followed on as everyone fell quiet.

————————————

You didn’t go to parties anymore. You didn’t want to see that guy again. Giyuu Tomioka. 

Life was boring without your friend’s killer parties. The girls offered to stay behind with you but you shooed them because you knew they wanted to go. But of course, they felt bad that they left you alone. So they ordered food and drinks for you, making you surprised since Mitsuri didn’t try to eat them.

And now you’re alone. Watching boring movies since you almost watched everything on Netflix. 

You can’t take it anymore. You need to get out. So you put on decent clothes and headed to the bar and café for music and relaxation.

It was another chill night at the place you went to. The band is singing slow soft songs about the betrayals of love and you feel like crying. 

You wipe your tears before they truly cascade down. Then suddenly two glasses of beer thump down at your table. You look at whoever placed it there and the sight widened your eyes.

What is he doing here? Giyuu sat down on the chair opposite to yours and slid the other glass of beer to your direction. Instead of being nice and saying thank you, you spat at him. “Who said you can sit there?” 

He froze. Sadness passed in his eyes before blinking and returning to his normal gaze. You raised an eyebrow and he cleared his throat. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll find another seat.” Giyuu said and took away his beer, leaving the other one behind. You look back to see him walking around to find an unoccupied space. He was about to take a seat when a group of friends clashed with him and they exchanged words for a while. He ended up giving up his seat.

You sighed at what you saw. Your heart clenched in hurt because he looked so pitiful finding a seat. Now, he’s just awkwardly leaning on a wall, drinking his beer a few inches from a couple making out. 

You raised your hand and waved them at Giyuu’s direction. He took a double-take at you waving your hand at him, motioning for him to come to you. And he did, looking like a lost puppy.

He sat back down and you two drank the night away awkwardly.  

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It’s 7am on a Sunday morning with you just staring at the wall in your bedroom. You dreamed again about snow, demons, and a half-and-half haori. It’s all just the same thing over and over again.

Your mind takes you back when Giyuu offered to take you home. You said it’s alright but he insisted and you have no choice but to let him. 

And the elevator scenario. Oh my gosh, the elevator scenario. Your face heats up as you cry into your pillow. 

You live apart from your parents but they still ask you where you go, who is in your apartment and who are you bringing to your apartment. They just called in earlier and asked who you were with. Of course, you didn’t say who it was. You just said you’re with friends and ended the conversation.

And now the elevator is taking too damn slow to go up. You turn to Giyuu to find him asleep, and he leaned on your shoulder. You immediately got away from him as if he has an infectious disease and the poor guy is snapped back to reality. He looks around groggily and lands his sight on you which causes him to widen his eyes. 

“I’m sorry-”

“Can you please stop apologizing? It’s getting annoying.” You said to him annoyed. The sight of his head low and his gaze to the floor is hurting your heart once again. You want to lift his head up and hug him. But why do you want to hug him? You shook your head.

“I’m sorry-”

“I said stop! Why won’t you stop apologizing?” You scream at him and he closes his eyes as if hurt. Tears escape your eyes because of the frustration and you don’t even know why you are frustrated.

You just kept crying in front of him and Giyuu comes close to you to embrace you but you push him away aggressively. He looked so shocked, hurt, sad, full of emotions. 

The elevator door opened and you immediately went to your apartment door but a hand gripped your wrist.

Giyuu stood there, his brows furrowed in confusion and anger, his grip tight on you and you crying. You kept on trying to remove his hand on you but it wouldn’t budge. 

You could always tell what’s in people’s eyes and your intuition never failed you. His eyes were full of affection and longing. His hand forced your hand to fit into his and now your fingers are between his fingers. Why are you doing this?

“I like you”

He said as if he read your thoughts.

“But...” 

Your heart dropped.

“Why do you hate me?” Giyuu whispered 

You have never cried so hard in your entire life. 

a/n: I promise the next parts will make so much sense. I didn’t plan on this becoming a multi-chap fic. Oh well. It was all so much better in my head :((

#kny #demon slayer #giyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyu x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x reader #giyuu x y/n #tomioka giyuu x reader #giyuu-tomioka-x-reader #giyu tomioka x reader #demon slayer imagines

[thepancakedetective]

Goro got a Netflix subscription for one thing: To secretly watch Featherman R.

But of course, one thing evolved into the next, as it always did while hanging out with Akira. They’ve binged watched all the horror movie classics. Slasher films. Paranormal films. Why Akira insisted on watching those kind of films with him was a true enigma. Honestly, they made him quesy jumpy (the great Detective Prince, scared? no way in hell). But seeing how Akira’s eyes light up while watching them made it all worth it. Plus, there were some “benefits” if you could get past the screaming in the background while making out. 

Ann…was nice when she wasn’t being so nosy. Possibly the only genuine friend he had aside from Akira. They’ve watched so many cheesy chick flicks together. Goro never admitted it out loud, but he actually enjoyed watching those stupidly simple romcoms. He had a feeling Ann knew anyways. Was this how it feels like to have a sister?

Futaba. He tried removing her repeatedly. Netflix apparently couldn’t find any traces of her hacked profile. He gave up changing his password after the 15th attempt. Akechi’s recommendations were glitched to only show titles related to Magic Mike, 50 Shades of Grey, and VeggieTales. There’s no doubt in his mind, Futaba was the root cause of it. Akechi had a feeling that her silly antics was her way of friendship. While inconvenient at times, he couldn’t say he disliked it fully. 

Yusuke. Where to start. A literal starving artist. All thanks to a manipulative con-artist he had once regarded as a father figure. Akechi felt it was up to him to play a larger supportive role in his life. Whether that was from pity or from a place of genuine concern, Akechi didn’t care to name it. He often invited Yusuke over for dinner (as the artist frequently underfed himself), watching all sorts of documentaries late into the night. Akira, Ann, and Futaba somehow got the memo as well and invited themselves over with drinks and snacks, sometimes stringing along Ryuji. Makoto and Haru…they preferred to keep their distance with him, despite saying they “accepted” him back. Somethings only improve with time, or at least, those were the words Akira used to comfort him with on his darker days. 

Goro Akechi bought a Netflix subscription for one thing, but somehow ended up with more than he would have gambled for— priceless memories with a bunch of eccentric thieves he may end up calling “friends”. 

#p5 #persona 5 #goro akechi #shuake #akeshu #ann takamaki #futaba sakura #yusuke kitagawa #netflix meme #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #wholesome #netflix #vandyfics

[ohimesama]

9.4.22 Sunday

9:10 am

Another Blessed Sunday though bitterish!!! Just woke-up like this will cook again....I hate this windblow trap on me....I need money and I need progress....Done, washing my face and brushing my teeth...

Uncle Jun is not here in the house but his mobile it's here in the kitchen... My grandmother is sleeping again after doing her service...

10:02 am

In a lil while he returned from the outside world this Uncle Jun...

Me,cooking again this ordinary recipe's....Will have my ginger tea...

10:24 am

Ordinary but from my heart'Z....

11:10 am

Done,watching this... I love watching movies and love going to movie house but these days it is kinda dangerous and out of budget... I still wanna leave the hometown... I'm self-pitying... For 15 years the killers are just being happy seeing me like this being killed for 15 years...

Now,I'm wondering...Are my killerz elite but I didn't harm them or poor people trying to be elite???

11:55 am

Done,eating and feeding people and son-dog that I need to feed...

Hmm....I wanted to have a new TV here where you can reflect the movies from youtube or netflix,where you actually search movies on TV, I think it is called "smart TV"...

I wanna have a theater room in the house or will call it bonding room....I really like watching movies... Aside from my own gym, hahaha I have my punching bag here angels,where I put there on our old terrace here....It is sad,it will be a different twist of story... I need to have money and leave the hometown and have some self-fulfillment...

12:19 noon

For the judgemental people here and there, this house was beautiful the time that my adoptive parent's bought this...

Everything were in good places and perfect to look at... Such as we used to have bermuda grass there and we had one boy or a house boy assistant and some yaya's but actually 2 they became 3 coz of they need to get a job here....This house is "theater house" we create and remove,build and destroy and change and change...

My original planned was to make a swimming pool at the back of the house but something happened a different story twist....

Suddenly,Uncle DD bought the other lot that was supposed to be my swimming pool but I don't have my own money now...

6:36 pm

I still have the windblow trap....I wanna leave the hometown and I need money as in a progressive life....

I hate being trap and being smashed for 15 years...I don't like men who are unfair here...

7:04 pm

My pelvic is still aching angels... I need a cracking ... Whew!

8:56 pm

Hating the windblow so much....How can you see me Fazza???

Frustration and bitterness...No future in Cavite, self-pitying as individual...

9:36 pm

I still have the windblow... I feel bitter... I feel fat and ugly... I don't like men who are having cheap point of view in life... I want someone who is supportive of me on everything... I wanna leave the hometown...

I really like the crowning Prince of Dubai and in a lil while it will be christmas and 2023! I said will try to get his attention this "Fazza" until December and I must move on... It is difficult to find love,you just feel it when you like the face like on my X from the past 15 years....The feeling of you can stay with this person for life even without talking and through thick and thin... But it was over,I just shared it here...

Now,I don't know... I can't explain... There is tingling sensation when I see his face these Fazza...

9:45 pm

I feel frustrated...I really wanna leave the hometown....I hate this windblow here... I don't wanna stay.... I feel low with some Filipino men now,this weird and unfair windblow trap for 15 years...

[bleulone]

i love your analysis so much! i have a question as well, like, how do you envision polin's sex scenes ? thanks for your answer (:

    Hey! Thank you very much :)) I have no idea if they are that even good but I’m happy you like them. It’s just my brain tending to produce some iNsIGhiTfUL analyses though they usually end up drowned under a huge wave of stupidity and horrid spelling/grammatical mistakes XD. So, about Penelope and Colin’ sex scenes, I guess we’re getting spicy in this house 🌶. I mean, I don’t blame you. Who’s not hot for Polin ?! The steamy Polin hours have already begun and they’re legit challenging my patience. (Be still my Polin heart, be still).

   Okay, without further ado, let’s talk about sex baby, shall we ? It’s a pretty long answer/meta so bear with me.

    I don’t know if you’ve read Romancing Mister Bridgerton, but a quick reminder (for those who haven’t... yet), there are a bunch of iconic steamy scenes that I’m dying to watch on screen. First we have the famous “thank you” scene where Penelope, now a 28 year-old spinster, asks Colin to kiss her because she doesn’t want to die without having been kissed... then ends up thanking him— which happens to be humiliating for our 33 year-old boy because he thinks that she thinks he did it out of pity while he absolutely did not. The man definitely felt butterflies in his stomach... and in other places as well lol. We also have the ICONIC carriage scene where Colin gives Pen’s generous bosoms™ the attention they deserve. This is followed by his proposal. Later on, after the announcement of their engagement, there’s a pretty hot make-out scene on Lady Violet’s sofa. Finally, we have their first time in Colin’s bedroom, after sneaking out of their own engagement party... which leads Colin to push the wedding date forward. At this point, I just love their horniness, especially Colin’s who’s just so freaking amazed by Penelope for more than 300 pages straight (duh! who isn’t ???).

    When you say envision, I suppose you mainly refer to the way those scenes will be filmed right ? I’m afraid I don’t have an advanced knowledge in film-making but let me start by telling you what elements need to be depicted. I would love Shonda and Chris to capture the real essence of our boos’ feelings : the yearning, the love, the respect and the guilt (specifically on Colin’s side) in their eyes. The more we move forward throughout the seasons, the more we see different layers of the perceptions of they have of each other, going from a childish idealization/immature ignorance to a sudden realization. A mature one. Penelope goes beyond the facade of the charming devil-may-care guy to meet the seriousness and temper of her significant other. Meanwhile Colin discovers how confident, powerful and attractive this woman is and always has been. It echoes what I’ve written about the importance of the gaze in Polin’s love story in this meta. By the time season 4 hits, man... their heart eyes and eye-fucking will jump OUT XD, all fibers of their beings, burning with need. The fact that this evolution took literally years is very emotionally painful, which is why I find it important to keep the slowness aspect of their relationship before and during their love making. I’m really looking forward a slow build-up toward their intimacy. It would differ from Daphne and Simon who merely shared one hell of a kiss in Lady Trowbridge’s garden then shared their sexy times after they married or Anthony and Siena’s rough sex... In fact, there’s a certain (sweet) ardent tenderness in Polin I like due to the fact that they’re slowly (re)discovering each other, as adults. Since they were both introduced in season 1, the audience will have all the time in the world to notice numerous evidences of the many natures of love they have for one another : from an affectionate and friendly love to a more carnal and enduring one.

    Okay so, in terms of filming, with Netflix’s Bridgerton being a show which promotes the female gaze, it wouldn’t be that much of a surprise watching those sex scenes being shot from Penelope’s perspective, like it was the case with Daphne in the first installment of the series. Most of the time, sex scenes in Historical Romance are not gratuitous. Their presence serve an important purpose in a hero/heroine’s journey. In Penelope’s case, they’re here to help her learn to embrace and love herself. In other words, sexuality is synonym of freedom. I don’t know if they’ll show a lot of skin, but I won’t be complaining considering the fact that we’ll have the chance to get a chief kiss treat on screen : a plus size woman in a major successful Netflix period drama getting a love story as romantic and steamy as other more “fit” female characters. No, your weight doesn’t prevent you from being desirable at all. As far as I’m concerned, I haven’t watched a plus-size female character portrayed as an attractive protagonist in a period drama (please if you have, let me know, I can be wrong). Having a beautiful half bare curvy body like Nicola’s being equally filmed like numerous slim actresses will be so inspiring and powerful to watch, especially for (young) women who struggle, like Penelope, to love their body shape which, to them, doesn’t “fit” the “beauty standards”. By showing her female gaze and portraying her as seductive, Pen’s “supposed” imperfections transform themselves into mighty assets, loved and worshipped by our dashing Mister Bridgerton. That’s body positivity at its finest darling ;).

    It will be deliciously erotic watching the undressing process being exquisitely slow, garment by garment, while their gaze are all heated and hungry. Their sex/make-out scenes should be tender and passionate, sweet and raw. The lightning, colored by a dark blood orange yellow or a blue depending the locations^^. Moreover, the depiction of the exploration of Penelope’s desire can translate itself thanks to multiple close ups. For instance, I can imagine a few ones on Pen’s fingers gently roaming over the smooth skin of Colin’s firm chest and back/touching his hair right after he removed his shirt. And a disheveled Colin letting his hands and lips making a journey of their own, mapping, conquering the alluring unknown territory that is her gorgeous voluptuous body... kissing her on the places he knows oh too well will give her pleasure (is this me wanting him to go down on her?— um yeah I sure hope it IS! If he doesn’t, trust me imma riot... AGAIN). Even a close up on her face while Colin is performing his addictively pleasing torment will be a marvelous proof of the female gaze. By the way, why not even adding a post-coital scene after their first time ? I can picture Penelope waking up first and contemplate her handsome soon-to-be husband. She’d bring her hand to his face and let it travel all around his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, his neck and let it rest on his heart— making sure that what she’s just experience was real... obviously, Colin will wake up in the process and he’ll take this as his cue to go for another round of sexy times under the sheets.

   Showing Pen reaction is essential according to me because she was stuck with the idea that she would never experience the luxury of being loved, giving pleasure nor receiving it... she ended up being happily wrong. Throughout her multiple intimate encounters with Colin, I want her to progressively realizes that she can be an active partner. In the carriage, she knew she had an effect on him, but it’s not until their first time that she actually realizes it. Hence the reason why I WANT the mirror’s introduction in one of their sex scenes. Here’s as a little reminder an excerpt from chapter 18 :

“I want to see you sitting up," he groaned, "so I can see them full and lovely and large [about Pen’s breasts]. And then I want to crawl behind you and cup you." His lips found her ear and his voice dropped to a whisper. "And I want to do it in front of a mirror."

“Now?” she squeaked.

He seemed to consider that for a moment, then shook his head. "Later," he said, and then repeated it in a rather resolute tone. "Later.”

   It would be such a shame if the show doesn’t use the incredible potential of this object (/kink). I mean, the symbolism is pretty clear. Penelope has always fled her “ugly” reflection but it seems like Colin wants to show the real her, the beauty that holds every single inch her alabaster skin and the effects they have on him. Thus, I would love to watch a scene where Colin just praises the alluring goddess and siren that is Penelope Featherington. Just imagine! Just IMAGINE the power of this scene : a shirtless Colin sitting behind her on a bed, meeting her gaze in the mirror, his lips touching her right ear, biting and licking the lobe sometimes, whispering all kinda of dirty yet poetic words to her while letting his hands caress her thighs, her hips, her arms, her lovely bosoms™... oof. At the same time, a wonderful and harmonic instrumental music will play in the background and match the melodic partition of shudders, breathes and moans let out by our lovers. I can imagine Luke inspiring himself from his performance in the 2019 short film, Youth In Bed. The way he conveyed the awe and the yearning on his face, in his eyes with his mouth slightly open when he knelt before his partner Shun Yin was just captivating and— and so Colin! I cannot help but bring myself to picture Ethan, the character he played in YIB, in a Polin steamy scene. I cannot unsee this anymore jsksk. I mean, all this gifset radiates this book4chapter18!Colin, you cannot tell me otherwise!

    Also, I would love Shonda and Chris to keep Pen and Colin’s cute/emotional pillow talk. One thing I really love in JQ’s books is the concern she gives to her male protagonists about potentially hurting their partner during the act of penetration. Colin is a rake, and what his experience with women taught him is that he needs to be very gentle with the love of his life. It was so adorable seeing him not wanting to harm her and asking her to tell him if he does anything she doesn’t like 🥺. Plus, before actually doing it, Colin and Penelope shared a few kisses and just laid down side by side, confessing their love. Though our boy kept feeling guilty about not returning her love after all these years. He desires nothing but to make up for the lost time and show his love and desire during this special intimate moment. I hope they’ll keep all of chapter 18’s dialogue. It’s just so telling of our boos’ feelings, you see.

    All in all, I can’t wait to watch those Polin steamy scenes. As much as I may sound crazy, I want them after two other seasons of pure pining and yearning in order to have a very good payoff. I’m not an expert on depicting intimacy on screen, but I loved so far what Lizzy Talbot, the intimacy coordinator who worked on the show, have done in season 1. Sex scenes in Bridgerton seem very real and dive you in the intimacy of the moment, leaving you all flustered and hot. So probs to her! I have faith in her work and have no doubts about what her and the directors will serve us in future seasons. Though, in the end, I think it’s mostly up to the actors, Nicola and Luke, to see if they’re comfortable filming sex scenes.

    If you guys have any suggestions or wishes for those steamy polin scenes, please do share them :) by commenting on this post or by sending me asks! I’d love reading your thoughts/take on this very important matter ;)) 

#bleulone answers #meta and gush #polin #colin x penelope #bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #polin meta #ask #anon #luke newton #julia quinn #nicola coughlan