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sinkingteethinwhitenoise · 8 months

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Ink - Nicholas Ruffilo 18+

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Poorly written smut, porn w/o plot, implied needles, tattooing, masochism, kissing, vaginal fingering, not proof read bc i hate myself

The sharp sound of the door chime shot through the air as you pulled the tattoo studio’s door open and walked inside. You had never seen your tattoo artist, but you knew his name was Nicholas. You had followed his tattoo page on instagram for a long time and his work was incredible. You knew you had to get tattooed by him the second you came across his art. You had talked to him through direct messaging about what you wanted and gotten estimates, sketches, and set up an appointment. Finally the day had come. “Hello?” you called out into the empty shop.

A man rounded the corner and your jaw almost dropped. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. His hair was long, dark and silky looking. He was covered in tattoos with splashes of color. He had the most beautiful gray eyes. “Hey!” He greeted, holding a hand out for you to shake. “Welcome in. I’m Nicholas.”

You shook his hand and introduced yourself, “It’s great to finally meet you!” You were trying your best to hide your instant attraction to him. His smooth voice combined with his looks and your excitement to get tattooed had your heart racing pounding so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it.

He led you to his station and grabbed his sketch pad. Once you sat down, he showed you the sketch that the two of you had agreed upon. “Is this still what we’re doing?”

You nodded eagerly, “Yes, absolutely. It’s perfect.”

“Alright, I’ll just go print the stencil and we’ll get you started.” He then disappeared into the back.

You began to grow slightly nervous as you waited for him to return. You knew your attraction to him was going to be a potential issue. You kind of had a thing for pain. It got you going. It got you worked up. With past artists, it had not been a problem. You weren’t attracted to them. But with Nicholas being the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on, you were in for it.

Before you knew it, he had returned with the stencil. “You still wanted it on your left thigh, correct?”

You let out a shaky breath, “Yes.”

He picked up on your nervousness as he started to prep your skin for the stencil. “Don’t be nervous,” he said softly as he cleaned the skin. “I’m real gentle.”

Your breath hitched. His kindness and his touch ignited a fire inside of you before he even started tattooing. You were fucked. Once the stencil was exactly where you wanted it and he was completely set up, he got started.

“Here we go,” he said as the needle touched your skin.

Your eyes crossed slightly and you almost moaned. Your teeth had a vice grip on your bottom lip to hold in any sounds. As he continued to tattoo you, you began to clench around nothing. You were warm all over. He adjusted his grip on your thigh and a soft moan slipped from your slightly parted lips, causing him to lift the needle and look up. “You okay?”

You nodded as your face flushed with embarrassment. “Mhm,” you hummed, squirming a bit in the chair. “More than okay.”

“You wanna take a break?” he asked, setting his tattoo gun to the side.

“Yea, let me just get some fresh air and I should be good to go,” you sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m never like this.”

“No worries, it happens.”

With that, you stood up and walked outside to breathe, unaware of the telling wet spot you left on his chair. When you came back and sat down again, he stood to change his gloves. You watched as the black latex covered his long fingers and listened to the snap as he released it at his wrist. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

He got started again, but this time when you started to squirm he immediately put down his machine. “I think I know what this is about,” he chuckled.

“Y-You do?” you stammered. If he was really on to you, you couldn’t figure out how.

He nodded, caressing your inner thigh. “I think you’re enjoying this a lot more than you’re letting on.”

Your eyes widened. “Where did you get that idea?” You were trying your best to play it off.

“Hmm, let’s see,” he started. “The moaning, the squirming, the wet spot you left on my chair when you took your break.”

You just stared at him, the flush returning to your face. “Oh,” you murmured sheepishly, gaze shifting to your lap. You had really tried not to make it obvious.

A gloves finger made its way under your chin and tilted your head up so that you were looking at him again. “Do you want some help with that? Maybe if you get it out of your system you’ll stop squirming so much.” When you nodded in response, his grip on your chin tightened. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

You sucked in a deep breath, “Y-Yes…please.”

In a second his lips were on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him impossibly closer, hands carding through his hair. The kiss was sloppy and filled with need; the force of your lips colliding was almost bruising. One of his gloved hands slid down your body before he cupped you through your shorts. The barely there pressure caused you to moan. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and tangle it with yours.

He lifted his hand and wiggled it into your shorts. He ran his fingers through your folds before bringing them to your clit. He began to rub tight, gentle circles into the bundle of nerves. You pulled away and threw your head back with a gasp. He immediately began to suck a mark into your pulse point once he had the access. Your hips began to move on their own accord, grinding up into his fingers to chase the delicious friction. “Please Nicholas,” you whimpered. “I need more.”

You whined as he pulled his hand out of your shorts and backed away from you. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He said as he pulled down your bottoms, leaving your bottom half completely bare. He grabbed your legs and spread them further, groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re soaked,” he teased. “Let’s do something about that.” He slipped two gloved fingered into you.

You moaned loudly and gripped the sides of the chair as he began to pump them in and out. As he picked up the pace, he started to curl his fingers. With each thrust, his fingers hit that spongy spot inside of you, causing your back to arch off of the chair. You started clenching around his fingers. “Oh you’re close, huh?” he murmured. You could only respond with moans and a weak nod. He dipped his head down and sucked your clit into his mouth harshly. The coil snapped and you came hard, nearly convulsing as he helped you ride out your high.

Your breathing was heavy when he finally stopped. When he pulled his fingers out, he smirked at the evidence of your creamy release on the black gloves that still covered his hand. His tongue darted out and he sucked the glove clean before changing into a fresh pair. “Ready to get back to work?”

#nicholas ruffilo smut #nicholas ruffilo x reader #nicholas ruffilo fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens smut #bad omens x reader #sinkingteethinwhitenoise

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rottingfern · 1 month

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rainy ghost lore corner: what was Nick’s career when he was alive?

Honestly haven't really thought about it, not like we'll ever find out! Nicholas probably couldn't tell you either - he can barely remember his life, he's been dead for so long. He comes from quite a wealthy family though - look at the mansion he used to live in! - so he probably didn't even really need a job. Maybe he did some art for an advertising firm. But he couldn't tell you

#fern words #wip weekend #fern's wip weekend games

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catalystnick · 2 months

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Just some doodles for Valentine's Day. Romanitc love is cool but so is Platonic love!

Second is truly the princess of friendship. Remember kids, friendship IS magic!

I wouldn’t have met a lot of my friends if it wasn’t for AvA. I’m so glad that this goofy stick figure series lead me to meet the most wonderful people I’ve ever known.

So yeah. These sticks mean a lot to me and I like seeing them be friends! They just like me fr.

If you’re reading this? Go hug your loved ones or let them know you appreciate them. + I think you’re pretty cool as well!

Bonus Chosen and Dark

#alan becker #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #avm shorts #nicholas’ art corner #avm red #avm yellow #ava the second coming #ava the chosen one #ava the dark lord #avm green #avm blue #avm purple #avm orange #tagging hell /j

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zaralla1 · 5 months

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Found a fun template online by camille_leto ! I used it to play around with our OC's 😊😊

Man we sure got lots of polished characters up there. Matthew, smoking his cigarette in the upper left corner is our dignified, mysterious man. He's a taskmaster and a type of character that calculates ten steps ahead and rarely lets others know what he's thinking—

⫸ Then next to him, we got Marsia. She needs to carry a manual with her to instruct her on how to act around people, because of her unique circumstances. She is also incredibly strong! so strong that she tends to break the weapons she uses 😅😅😅

⫸ Then, on her right there's Danny! He is doctor Frye's assistant, a former thief and hopefully a future doctor! He and Frye get along like cats and dogs.

⫸ Beneath them is Isidora in the middle, she was an investigator charged with looking into political corruption in Nightsdale. Unfortunately she ends up having to team up with convicts after getting in trouble with a high-ranking foreign official.

⫸ On her right is Ellis. Ellis is so full of spoilers we should just skip him for now :'D (puts him back into a box) ...

⫸ Then there is Koelzer! She's a brilliant scientist, and Frye's former best friend (and spouse). She has her feet planted firmly on the ground and is the type of scientist that survives her experiments, rather than getting eaten by them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe Frye should try learning a thing or two!

⫸ Next row is Richard! ... who is currently undergoing a small redesign. He's considered to be „the Hero of Nightsdale“ but he's got a long way to redemption before he can actually start feeling like one. He likes to spend his life by having fun. He loves martial arts.

⫸ Next to him is... um. Khezis. Hmmm... Khezis is one of the undersea invaders that threatened humanity many centuries ago. But, due to unique circumstances, Khezis was exiled and he sided with humanity. He began to love humans! But then he was exposed to their dark side, and became treated as their slave.

⫸ Then MR FRYE. Or doctor Frye. Or lord Red. Or Primarius. Or just „Boss“ (the man has many names, but „rat“ fits him the most😅). He's a mad scientist who firmly believes everyone is beneath him- but at the same time he ends up in everyone's bed anyway. They say that every red-haired kid in Halley is potentially one of his offspring.

⫸ Then, in the unwashed corner, we start with Nicholas! He's a homeless man, a scientist, a chicken lover, and a gunslinger who never misses. You're lucky he avoids fights because he's constantly out of bullets, and he's too cheap to buy them (and he's a huge coward, but let's keep this a secret for him✌️)

⫸ Beneath him, we have Quirce! They are just a silly little clown that lives in a silly little cave and fights hadal monsters that would make most people's minds twist inside out with madness. It's a good thing that Quirce happens to be a demolitionist, and a „booming optimist“ as well!

⫸ And lastly, an immortal rogue who came back to life with an attitude that she refuses this „bullshit world“ and lives only to enjoy life to the fullest. She thinks most people are annoying as hell.

These are just some of our characters, but there are too many to shove in here ;___; Thank you if you made it this far, and I hope you enjoyed the read! 🙏🙏🙏

#twisted crests #twistedcrests #webcomic

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romanov-ramblings · 2 years

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Sometimes searching in Russian really does pay off when you least expect it haha. Here is a lovely article published back in 2004, and authored by Mme. Iraida K. Bott, the Deputy Director for Scientific and Educational Work for the journal "Antiques, Objects of Art and Collectibles" which was active from 2002-2015. Every manner of antique and archival material is discussed through-out the magazine's publication. In the 16th Issue, back in April of 2004 the magazine published an article entitled: DISCLAIMER: I do not know Russian, this was translated using a translator so I apologise for any errors. ^_^ "Tsarskoye Selo furniture by F. Melzer and N. Svirsky." The article itself goes into detail about the History behind the furniture which decorated the rooms of the Alexander Palace which were lived in by the Imperial Family. "From the beginning of the twentieth century we are only one century, but in the palace meetings Petersburg remained, paradoxically, much less subjects of the time, than, say, the end of the XVIII or early XI centuries. However, the paradox can be explained quite simply: interest in subjects of the era of historicism and modernism appeared in our country only in recent decades, but still earlier than the opportunity to freely study the objective world of imperial palaces and the artistic preferences of their owners. By this time, revolutions, wars and ideology destroyed much that had, if not artistic, then memorial value, so important for the preservation of historical memory. In this respect, the last house of the last emperor of Russia is interesting - the Alexander Palace in Tsarskoe Selo, a kind of repository of information about time and people, which ceased to exist during the Great Patriotic War. Only those items taken out for evacuation, and therefore preserved individual items, as well as the memories of the owners and eyewitnesses, archival materials and photo chronicles, allow, albeit sketchily, to reconstruct the subject environment, undoubtedly interesting for the historian. I would like to note that the furniture , which was perceived as a utilitarian component of the room, was especially damaged from all the decoration of the palace chambers . Indeed, the residential and ceremonial interiors of the palace included not only specially made items, but also samples of mass production of the capital's factories. Perhaps that is why in the post-revolutionary years, furniturethey were distributed from the Alexander Palace to various state institutions and practically were not evacuated during the war years. Today we evaluate time and its material monuments in a different way. We are interested in both works created according to the projects of architects for a specific interior, and serial products produced by leading domestic manufacturers. It is important to note that many of the similar items are found in homes and on the antique market today, so information about the furnishings of the Tsarskoye Selo palace can identify unnamed objects that exist. From 1905 to August 1917, the Alexander Palace in Tsarskoe Selo became the favorite home of Nicholas II and his family. The emperor was born in the Tsarskoye Selo palace and retained his love and affection for this place throughout his life. Here in 1894, shortly after the wedding, he brought Alexandra Fyodorovna; the young married couple stayed in the rooms of the left wing where Nikolai Alexandrovich spent his childhood. By the next stay of the royal couple in several rooms of this half, they made repairs, put in order the furniture that was here during the time of the great-grandfather of Nicholas II . Perhaps, taking into account the Empire style of furniture, in the corner living room of the left wing, where Nikolai and Alexander stayed for the first time, they installed Karelian birch doors, borrowing them from the former rooms of Nicholas I, and, in accordance with them, according to the drawings of the architect of the Tsarskoye Selo palace administration S. A. Danini (1867-1942), FF Meltzer's firm made two glazed cabinets, also from Karelian birch. Furniture created in the 1820s for Nikolai Pavlovich according to V. Stasov's designs in A.K. Tour. The decoration of the premises of this wing continued in the following years, in connection with this, in 1896, the name of the manufacturer N.F. Svirsky appeared in the palace documents for the first time, who became the supplier of the court under Alexander III and worked a lot for Nicholas II. At the request of Alexandra Feodorovna, this metropolitan master was entrusted with "making furniture for a bedroom and a ladies' dressing room, with a bathtub and a water closet cladding" "according to samples and outline tracing papers brought by Her Majesty from abroad." In the late 1890s, Svirsky's factory delivered several more items and sets of furniture to the palace: an icon case for the bedroom of the senior princesses, possibly according to the drawing of the already mentioned S.A. Danini, a corner sofa in the Louis XVI style - for the Empress's Corner Drawing Room, furniture with painting and gilding - for the Portrait Hall (ill. 1, 2). For the same interior, Svirsky made six chairs "carved gilded wood, in the style of classicism, imitating the Jacob chairs," repeating the forms and decor of the living room set by J. Jacob from the Arabesque hall of the Catherine Palace, transferred to the Alexander Palace at the request of Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna. Small carved gilded tables with round and rectangular white marble countertops were made for the Empress's Corner Living Room at the Svirsky factory in the Louis XV style, the base of which was decorated with garlands hanging from bows, with bucranium heads - a typical classicist motif. Graceful legs ended with hooves and were connected by a beautifully shaped prong with a chiseled vase in the center. These objects are examples of exquisite stylization, in which one can see the hand of a skilled draftsman, whose name has not yet been established (ill. 3). The attention and interest in the historical setting, characteristic of the last owners of the palace, was probably due to the architectural design of the ceremonial halls, which corresponded to the solemn and elegant classicist decoration. From the correspondence of the Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna, it became known that the nature of the interiors was largely determined by the artistic inclinations of the hostess, Empress Alexandra Feodorovna. As Yuri Kudrin notes in the book “Empress Maria Feodorovna Romanova. Diaries. Letters. Memories "(M., 2000), in January 1896, after visiting new apartments in the Winter Palace, Maria Fedorovna, criticizing the taste of her daughter-in-law, in particular, wrote:" .. they [Nikolai and his wife - IB] had the unfortunate idea of choosing an Empire style, which I hate to such an extent that for me it's just ah, and I would not want to live there for anything in the world. Hopefully, this will all look better over time as everything here is replenished and settled. The main thing is that they like it: Alix loves this terrible Empire style, and since she will live here, everything is done according to her taste, and she is very happy. " In 1909, "... The Empress Alexandra Feodorovna deigned to choose a drawing marked with a red cross, and ordered chairs for tables in the round hall of the Alexander Palace to be made from it," where the family usually gathered during ceremonial breakfasts. 48 beech chairs, covered with enamel paint and decorated with gilded Empire decor, were made according to the design of the architect Danini at the factory of F.F. Melzer. The appearance of these objects in one of the most elegant halls of the palace not only testified to the fashionable retrospective direction in Russian art of the 1910s, but was dictated by the interior architecture and decoration of the hall. It is interesting to note that two sketches were presented to the Empress for consideration and approval, of which the crowned customer chose, it seems, the best option (ill. 4, 5). For many years, the artistic tastes of the last Romanovs were usually scolded in our country. Indeed, the residential apartments of Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna did not differ in sophistication of decoration and were "saturated ... with items of factory production, characteristic of the industrial-capitalist class," as the curator of the palace-museum V.I. Yakovlev wrote in 1928. However, it can be assumed that for Nicholas and his family, the comfort and warmth of human communication were more important than fashionable and elegant decoration, to which little attention was paid. Suffice it to recall that the interiors in the Winter Palace were designed only for the wedding, and the living rooms of the Alexander Palace, which became a favorite home, were created in two stages - in the 1890s and 1900s, and for two decades they practically did not change (Fig. 6 , 7). Nevertheless, today it is difficult to deny that the best architects and leading metropolitan masters of their time worked at the order of the imperial family, and such interiors, II in Aleksandrovsky, - among the best interiors of the turn of the century. The most significant works in Tsarskoe Selo are associated with the names of the already mentioned FF Meltzer and his brother RF Meltzer. For the right wing of the Alexander Palace, which became the residential half of the royal family, according to the designs of the court architect , the decoration of all residential and ceremonial premises was created at the factory of the court furniture supplier. Work here began in the winter of 1896, and in the first year of their stay in the palace, the new owners were content with the furnishings preserved from the previous owners. If pieces of furniture appeared here, then those that were not specially created, but were selected from those offered by the manufacturers. So, in 1895, from the supplier of the imperial court and the court of the Grand Duke Vladimir Alexandrovich, K. Greenberg, who had been manufacturing furniture for the Alexander Palace during the reign of Alexander II , in the Bedchamber of Their Majesties they purchased “ furniture at agreed prices, painted with lacquer paint in tones ", upholstered in chintz with a pattern -" on a white background, round medallions of flowers. Judging by the small number of items indicated in Greenberg's account, as well as by the mention that at the same time in the Bedchamber “the old furniture was painted again with lacquer paint in tones,” the manufacturer only supplemented the existing decoration of the room, updated for the stay of the royal couple (Fig. 8). The products of Karl Greenberg 's small furniture and upholstery workshop, in which 30 apprentices and five apprentices worked in the 1880s, was awarded a medal at the Paris Exhibition of 1878 and the Big - a silver medal received in 1885 from the city of St. Petersburg - “for a very good furnishing and upholstery work ”, Greenberg supplied and refurbished furniture in the palace for several decades. Large ash wardrobes with sliding doors for the wardrobes of the Emperor and Empress, two of which have survived to this day, were made by him in the 1890s. By September 1896, in the Alexander Palace, in addition to Opoch-valna, the Rosewood drawing room and the Lilac study (room " mauve ") were ready for the Empress's half, the Restroom and the Study for Nicholas II . The decoration of these rooms was created at the factory of FF Meltzer according to the designs of the architect RF Meltzer, who included 10% in his brother's estimate documentation - “for drawing up drawings and technical supervision of painting, plastering and stove works”. The volume and terms of the order are impressive: for the Lilac office alone, the factory produced more than 30 pieces of lacquered furniture, and, as FF Meltzer wrote in his commitment, “the deadline for the execution of the main aforementioned works, including drawing up drawings, patterns, models, is 2 1 / 2 months". At the same time, Melzer not only made furniture, panels and “veneered pianos in the style of a room,” but also put tagans, lighting equipment, fireplaces, fabrics on walls and window fittings. The short terms of execution of the order were due to the large and well-established production and the use of proven samples of serial production, distinguished by high quality, in the furnishing of the imperial palace. The furniture of the created interiors fit quite well with the historicism style of the 1890s - this is the furniture of the "third rococo" of the Lilac office, the "peasant chairs" of Nikolai's study, two "richly carved" armchairs " Renaissance " made of walnut and chairs "a la Chippendale" Libraries and the State Office of Nicholas II , supplied by Meltzer's firm in 1896-1898 (ill. 9-13). Among the best works performed in 1902-1903 by the "duet" of the Meltzer's in the palace are the state rooms of the royal couple - the Maple Drawing Room of the Empress and the New Study of Nicholas II , in which mahogany furniture , ceramic fireplaces from Vienna, marble columns on mezzanines made by Duckerhoff & Neumann from Nassau. Meltzer put in the Emperor's Cabinet plafonds "with variegated glasses in tiffany soldering", sconces "with tiffany tulips", lamps over a round table and billiards, and 8 glasses "motley tiffany soldered for transoms." Similar equipment and more than 40 pieces of built-in and free-standing furniture were made for the Empress's Maple Drawing Room (Figures 14-18). In 1903, Melzer completed a large amount of work in the children's rooms, the corridor and the Corner Room of the upper floor, for which the furniture made of ash and oak was painted in ivory and maple green. In the rooms of the emperor's children, objects were painted in ivory and decorated with pink, blue and green stripes, combined with the Chin designs on the walls and draperies on the windows. At that time, white painted furniture was in vogue: in 1895, on the name day of Grand Duchess Olga, sister of Nicholas II , the imperial "gave her various white furniture covered with beautiful chintz"; painted objects were also in the Empress's purple study. Some furniture today, items from the rooms of the imperial children can be seen in the collection of the State Hermitage, in pre-war photographs, watercolors of the 1930s, and on projects by the architect of the court office, Danini (ill. 19). Among them is a drawing of a dining room wardrobe designed by him in the 1900s, and a drawing of an icon case for the heir's bedroom. The children's dining room - an almost square room with two windows to the park - was located above Alexandra Feodorovna's service quarters. As in other interiors, its walls were covered with an English chin, which the empress considered a hygienic material suitable for children's apartments. In the dining room there were: a dining table, a sideboard, several side tables and Viennese chairs with overhead cushions. It is interesting to note that the chairs were of different heights - in accordance with the age and height of the Grand Duchesses. Danini also belongs to the project of the icon case for the bedroom of Tsarevich Alexei, made at the Melzer factory. “A cabinet with six compartments with closed cabinets in the lower part, painted in ivory and decorated with twisted columns and flat carvings, was located in the corner of the room and was filled with icons of the“ new letter ”in vestments or frames, as well as images, crosses, etc. porcelain with Easter eggs. The same icon cases with icons were in the bedrooms of all the august children (ill. 20, 21). All work in the Alexander Palace from the first years of the imperial couple's stay in it was carried out under the supervision of Alexandra Feodorovna. The Empress approved the samples of the carpets; at her request, a fireplace was made from green majolica tiles in a nickel-plated frame in the ladies' dressing room; lamps of her choice were installed for electric lighting, and even samples of bronze handles for doors and windows were submitted to her; fulfilling her desire, Danini was instructed to write, according to the available samples from Darmstadt - the empress's hometown - wallpaper for the upper floor of the left wing of the palace, etc. Alexandra Feodorovna lovingly landscaped her house, using all the technical achievements of that time to create coziness and comfort. So, for example, in 1897 the Empress ordered “in their Majesties' own chambers and in the rooms of Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna. This house was filled with things that reminded the owners of private and official events of their lives, favorite books and photographs of relatives and friends, it smelled of flowers, which Alexandra Fyodorovna loved very much, the House in the Alexander Palace pleased the family of Nicholas II and, leaving it early in the morning on August 1, 1917 years, they hoped to return to Tsarskoe... This, however, did not happen, and the history of the palace after the Romanovs turned out to be as tragic as the fate of its last inhabitants, and the preserved objects still cannot return to their historical places."

#alexander palace #tsarskoe selo #gmz tsarskoe selo #magazine article #furniture #antiques #imperial russia #romanov #russian article

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euijoowrites · 6 months

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Stars and Raindrops -Euijoo

Chapter 2

we walked together, silently. i put my hands in my pockets, it was getting colder and of course my dumb ass left my jacket in my dorm. at least my majors lab was close to the dorm building. “so do you also live in the dorms?” i asked softly, wanting to end the silence.

i cursed at myself internally for how cold i sounded. “no i live in the apartments.” he said in his soft voice. i looked at him shocked, “but that’s across campus in the other direction!” he nodded as he took his backpack off and then his jacket.

EJ put his backpack on. “yeah but a girl shouldn’t walk by themselves at night, ___” he put his jacket around my shoulders. “you didn’t have to! aren’t you cold?” he shook his head no. i looked away suddenly feeling hot. “you should put it on correctly, you’ll get a cold” he said in such a quiet mumble i almost didn’t hear him even in this suffocating silence.

i nodded and put my arms into the sleeves. we got to the dorms, in silence after that. i went to take the jacket off, but he stopped me. “keep it, i’ve got more jackets at home” he smiled. i shook my head, “you’ll catch a cold!” before i could argue anymore he walked off. “get in safely!”

he said at the loudest volume ive heard him so far, and it wasn’t even that loud. “thank you!” i shouted after him, and he turned and smiled, waving, before continuing until he was just a star in the night.

It pours endlessly

끝없이 쏟아져요

The beautiful times we were together

함께했었던 아름다웠던

Moments sparkle

순간들이 반짝이며

come into me

나에게 들어와요

It shines in my heart

맘속에서 빛나요

the next day i walked with my roommate, and best friend, Yeji to the art major’s building. it was next to my building, so that made things easier. i carried EJ’s jacket with me in hopes that i would see him again.

we walked in together, me following her. “what was it you wanted to show me again?” i asked as we walked down the hall. she smiled her mischievous smile, “i got an architecture major to learn a dance, and i wanted you too see, so i can convince you too let me teach you!”

i rolled my eyes, and we walked into a dance practice room. to my surprise it was him, he was in a short sleeve shirt and a pair of black sweats. he looked good. Yeji pointed to a corner, where another boy sat on a couch.

i walked over to the couch and sat on the opposite side of the boy. he looked mean, like he belonged in a frat almost. “i’m Nicholas, what’s your name?” the guy spared a glance. “i’m ___” i said in a small almost intimidated voice. i cursed myself for letting myself seem that way.

“i’m his friend, his names Euijoo. i’m just here to watch him fail.” he snickered, and i let a small smile out. i felt a state on me, and when i looked up he was staring at me. i felt intimidated, which was scary since i always felt so safe around him. well i had just met him.

“cut the chit-chat with my friend Nicholas” Yeji rolled her eyes, “she’s off the market.” my eyes widened at her, and gave her a glare. i looked at EJ, who seemed a little shocked.

we just met and she’s already ruining a future chance. “don’t worry, i assumed someone as pretty as her, would be off the market.” Nicholas joked. making things not any better.

“how about you just watch me prove you wrong” EJ finally spoke up as he looked at Nicholas, a small teasing smirk playing on his lips. he seemed so different, more confident and louder. i guess this was Euijoo, the one i didn’t know.

Yeji agreed, and started the music, and soon they were dancing. he had a serious, concentrated look on his face. his moves reminding me of waves smoothly rolling over the ocean. everything about the way he moved, made it feel like i was seeing light for the first time.

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hiii!! i hope this is a good update, i added some of the lyrics to Stars and Raindrops, what do you think will happen next??

#&team #&team ej #&team fluff #&team imagines #&team x reader

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noforkingclue · 2 years

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By Any Means Chapter 5 (Malcolm Bright x reader)

Prodigal Son tag list: @queenoffandom08, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky

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“You shouldn’t wind Gil up so much. He’s been under a lot of pressure at the moment.”

You looked up from your phone and gave Malcolm a knowing smile. You were the only two in the cafeteria, the last remaining officer leaving shortly after Malcolm came in. Whether it was just coincidence or because they didn’t want to be in the way room as the two of you, well, you kept an open mind.

“But it’s so much fun.” You said

“Gil is looking for an opportunity to arrest you.”

“But he lacks the evidence.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Oh positive. I’m good at what I do.”

“And what is it that you do?”

“We both know the answer to that.”

“Why don’t you remind me?”

“Why do you never listen to me,” you rested your chin on your hand and sighed, “All this time we spend together and it’s always the same. Or maybe you’re losing your touch.”

You raised your eyebrows and you took a sip of tea. The corner of Malcolm’s lips twitched and you couldn’t help but feel faintly satisfied at that. You had the feeling that Malcolm didn’t smile as much as he should.

“Not interrupting anything are we?”

You winced as JT sat down heavily beside you and glared. Dani sat down next to Malcolm but she was a lot more poker faced in her attitude. Malcolm gave you a sympathetic look and you just shrugged in return. Nothing really out of the ordinary in your usual contact with the NYPD.

“So,” said JT, “Gil told us that you’re helping on the case.”

“You seem very happy about that.” You said

“Oh I am.”

“You sound as convincing as ever, JT.” You said

“So,” said Dani after taking a sip of her tea, “Nicholas Smith. You know him?”

“Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’

“What do you mean?” asked Dani

“No idea,” you shrugged, “I asked some of my… contacts.”

You shot JT a glare as he snorted in disbelief before continuing,

“And I can’t find any information about him.”

“And the painting?” asked Malcolm

“A large, damaged, stolen painting,” you gave Malcolm an amused look, “What does that tell you, Mr. Profiler?”

“A lack of care,” said Malcolm, “They were in a rush and needed to get away quickly.”

“Or a hatred of art.” You said

“No, doesn’t make any sense.” Said Malcolm shaking his head

“Why?”

“Because why take the art,” he said, “Why not just destroy it there.”

“Maybe they want to do it in private?”

“Why?” Malcolm asked with a faint smile

“Maybe that’s what gets them off?” you said and took a sip of tea

“Doubtful.” Said Malcolm

“Because it doesn’t fit the profile?”

“Excuse me,” said JT, “But do you want us to leave?”

“We’re not interrupting the moment are we?” asked Dani

“Moment, what moment?” you asked

Dani and JT shared a look and Dani shook her head. For two people who were very intelligent both you and Malcolm could incredibly dense at times.

“Come on,” said Dani standing up, “Gil wants to meet us back at the crime scene.”

“Legally this time.” Added JT

#fanfiction #prodigal son #reader insert #malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #malcolm bright x reader #malcolm whitly x reader

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warwickroyals · 1 year

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9-11, 41, & 59 for jack and coraline (runners-up sam and/or tati if you feel like it) ✨

sixty more OC asks 📝✨ -> Receiving

Dearest N., thank you so much for sending me so many asks about characters I don't always get questions about.

JACK (she's appearing soon, I'm excited)

9 | Do they cheat to win or play by the rules?

Jaqueline Warwick? One of the most senior nepotism babies in the country? A woman who was basically gifted clothes from the Versaces with her name hand-sewn onto them at sixteen? A woman whose father gifted her a 1.7 million dollar estate as a wedding gift? Her? Play by the rules? Don't make me laugh.

10 | What do they fantasize about?

At the moment? The French Rivera. Perusing spice markets in Marseille. The glitzy Parisian skyline. She's sick of Sunderland, really, she needs a vacation.

11 | Who’s the most important person in their life?

Signlar person? Probably her mother. After James died they became inseparable. If they're not together physically, they're always talking on the phone.

41 | What do other people love most about them?

Jaqueline has a sharp tongue and is often just plain rude, but supporters of the monarchy have re-framed that as her being direct. She tells it as it is, she doesn't bullshit people, yet she's still generally jovial and snarky enough for people to feel that she's not too stuck up. That's the most popular thing about her.

59 | What motivates them?

The main thing that motivates her to continue working within the royal family is her family. With James dead and Phillip AWOL, she's compelled to continue to her duties to ease the burden on her parents, who are getting older. Plus, Nicholas needs all the support he can get without his father. Even if Jaqueline's direct family is outside of the institution, she continues to make a living within it for that reason.

CORALINE

9 | Do they cheat to win or play by the rules?

Coraline is comfortable bending the rules to get her way. She'd be left behind otherwise. She's seen people waltz into positions they didn't earn just because they knew the right people, is she really the one cheating by being a little over-zealous?

10 | What do they fantasize about?

Creating. Creating art, creating beauty, creating joy. Creating life. She's a creator at heart, she just doesn't want to do it for a profit anymore.

11 | Who’s the most important person in their life?

Her agent, in the sense that she has the most control over Coraline's professional life and image.

41 | What do other people love most about them?

Probably how eloquent and intelligent she is. Her activism has garnered a great deal of respect for her, as well.

59 | What motivates them?

Just the hope that someday she'll get through this slump in her life. Things won't be like this forever, surely.

SAM

9 | Do they cheat to win or play by the rules?

See Jaqueline for that whole nepotism speel. It's the same deal with Sam mostly. Phillip pays for basically everything he has, and his last name does allow him to cut some corners. However, he's more likely to turn down the more obvert benefits. As an undergrad, there were plenty of people who offered lucrative job positions he was vastly underqualified for. But he turned them all down, he wanted to work for his degree.

10 | What do they fantasize about?

Finally snapping and giving all the people in his life a Reasons You Suck Speech while they're too stunned and dejected to argue with him. It's always way cooler in his mind, mostly because he knows that if he tried that in reality it would end with a massive screaming match and lots of tears on his end.

11 | Who’s the most important person in their life?

Robin D'aureville, his semi-abusive ex. Outside of that, probably Daddy.

41 | What do other people love most about them?

Unlike his parents and brother, Sam doesn't seem to cause all that much trouble. He is usually out of the spotlight, studying hard at school. People appreciate that there's a member of the family not constantly in the media for unflattering reasons.

In the family, however, he's very deadpan and often has people in stitches of laughter without even trying.

59 | What motivates them?

Getting his degree, making his own money as a teacher's assistant, just the idea that he'll be able to make his own way in life without his father's legacy boring down on him. He knows the Woodbine Duchy is his inheritance, but he wants to establish himself first.

TATIANA

9 | Do they cheat to win or play by the rules?

As a royal spouse, she really did not place a foot wrong. She was more by the book than Irene, even. She never made a fuss where people could see, she always held her husband's hand even when she was mad at him. She gave birth to two sons in quick succession and maintained every regressive/toxic standard expected of a royal wife. She played by her rules for her whole marriage. And look where she is now.

10 | What do they fantasize about?

Returning to the stage. She's been thinking about performing more and more lately.

11 | Who’s the most important person in their life?

Her sons are always her top priority, always.

41 | What do other people love most about them?

Her compassion and thoughtfulness. As a royal, she never came off as entitled or conceited. She never shows up to food banks or charity drives empty-handed and she always leaves fruit baskets and handwritten notes for her personal staff and members of the public. Personally, she hates that this is her personal image, it leaves little room for her to make mistakes.

59 | What motivates them?

In the long term nothing really, she just drags herself from one day to the next.

#warwick.answers #nexility sims #long post

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russilton · 2 years

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What are the ideas that you have about the 2021 season Omegaverse AU? Who’s got what designation? Are there packs?

P.s. love your art and fics!!!

Sorry this one took so long to reply to it’s probably the au with the most open world plot to it and I kept trying to find all my notes but they’re spread across tumblr DM’s with @blafard AND discord AND twitter dms with my girlfriend SO I GIVE UP and I’m gonna try and remember the main points. (Edit: it took me 2 hours to write this response.)

Spawned bc I have whined to multiple people it’s deeply not fair that a/b/o fics never have ruts in them, only heats in detail and mentioned ruts. Ruts are hot! Where are my fics where an omega just gives themselves over to be used and pampered, it’s sexy! Where’s the breeding kink come on

Alpha Lewis, Omega George, smattering of other drivers and lots of the Merc garage being the main focus outside of gewis (e.g, O!seb, B!nicholas, A! Susie and A! Toto, O!Bono, A!Val, B!Dan, B!James V, B!Riki and so on) little hints of soulmatism and scent dynamics

It starts with Lewis being overwhelmed after getting back in his car after sahkir 2020 bc it smells like george, which Lewis never really had an opportunity to notice before, drivers wear suppressing patches around the paddock so nobody can accuse them of trying to manipulate each other, but when ur crammed into a car and sweating your ass off in the desert heat, these things tend to wear off. Lewis always LIKED George, but he’d done his best to behave bc he knows he’s in a position of power and George probably wasn’t super interested in him, but george in his car smells like want and need and drive and oh shit what’s happening to him.

After that drive of course and as they court george to fill val’s seat (lewis and Val are very close friends here, Val didn’t get shoved out but it was sort of a mutual choice to help him find another seat so they could get george into the new car regs and Val could have more priority in another team building a car around him) george is around the Merc garage a lot more and Lewis is struggling to be as relaxed as he was before. He gets to meet george as a cheeky, smart, and calculating talent who Lewis both wants to listen to for hours and also, y’know, pin to a wall and claim him.

It even throws off his focus in the first half of 2021 till the fight with max starts to get more brutal and pulls him back. George has a heat right before silverstone and even through suppressants Lewis can smell it, leaving him feeling a lot more angry and unyielding as it triggers a pre rut Lewis doesn’t recognise.

He hasn’t courted someone in a decade, focused on racing, he doesn’t even REALISE his body is starting to react to George. So then when it comes to max this causes the silverstone crash incident bc fuck off max this is his home track, his weekend, his fucking corner, he’s not giving in this time. That causes problems of its own and it’s when George comes to check on him after the race Lewis recognises he’s kinda got a crush on George and he’s almost helpless about. He’s musing over this for a few weeks, feeling pride and conflict about George getting his first podium and points, trying to show George what a good job he’s doing but keep distant enough to control himself, then Monza happens and everything gets thrown sideways when the accident happens. lewis is so caught in his own head he doesn’t see a video of George getting up in Max’s (A) face to yell at him because he’s so mad, and max shoving him into a wall and leaving George with an angry bruise. Protective possessiveness ensues

Anyway if I keep going I’ll never stop, but they end up getting together just around Brazil, and lewis tries to delay a rut till the season is over but AD causes him to get so frustrated and emotional that he goes into rut and George has to convince him to let George care for him for once.

I rlly live for a/b/o, it’s got so so many options.

(This is the last of my current asks btw, if I’ve missed any on here ppl want to know about)

Wip Tag Game

#britcedes #gewis #4463 #mark’s fic tag #tw: a/b/o #omega verse 2021 au #tag meme #asks #anonymous

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inthenextchapter · 2 years

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Controversial Fame - Chapter 1

When Mila Jordan meets her long-time celebrity crush Nicholas Whitmore, she understands why people say you're better off without meeting your idols.

But Nick surprises her by showing glimpses of the maturity he should possess, being older than her - only to turn around and act like men half his age, going from one girl to the other at every party they meet. Contrary to what most - even Nick - believe, Mila doesn't mind. In fact, she envies him: after losing her husband and being propelled to fame for the eulogy she performed at his funeral, she's sure she'll never fall in love again. So she's determined to learn the art of casual relationships so she won't spend the rest of her life alone.

What happens when Nick offers to be the one to teach her how to be in a physical relationship without emotional attachment?

Will Nick be prepared to realize the student overcame the master?

I looked around, trying not to outright stare at the faces of the people I’d only ever seen in magazines and movie screens before tonight. I’d spent my entire life daydreaming about them - what they were like in their private lives, what kind of stuff kept them up at night…

Was that director really going to give that forgotten actor another chance, now that he was out of rehab? And what the hell happened to that cute guy that sang in a boyband when I was a teenager?

Were all of my childhood fantasies truly just… casually strolling around, cocktail glasses in their manicured hands, Louboutins in their non-blistered ankles?

I always thought it was fun to fantasize. Imagine what they were like in their day-to-day lives, when there were no cameras around, no need to seem or look perfect to anyone who didn’t talk to them on a daily basis.

There was a peculiar kind of agony - a delicious sort of pain - that came with the activity. Knowing that these people inspired me so much, motivated me even, and yet I’d never know what it was truly like to be amongst them. To roam the same halls their designer dresses flittered by, that incandescent million-watt smile gracing whomever was in their way.

It must be so easy, living a life where there was no need. What could someone like them possibly desire? One snap of their fingers and they had it - their dream job, house or partner. What wouldn’t anyone give to be like them?

But to me, there always seemed to be another side to the otherwise shiny and perfect lives Hollywood celebrities got to live. It was a personal sense of peace, one that accompanied the major FOMO everytime I realized I was nowhere near becoming famous.

The comfort of knowing my every move mattered only to a select group of people. That no one outside of my social circles cared if I was hurting or vulnerable, angry or sad.

Sure, at times, it was a bit depressing, too. Everyone wants to feel loved, I guess, and being a celebrity feels like achieving that goal to the maximum: your face being known everywhere, the entire world could fall head over heels for you.

But it all came with a price, and sometimes, my everyday life was too much of a heavy load, already. Knowing that I carried the potential to hurt or uplift those that mattered most to me. Knowing they depended on me, to some degree.

I couldn’t begin to wonder how it must feel for them… when a simple smile or tear could make careers or break brands or deals, make someone’s day or break their heart.

So I guess it was understandable, how I was just standing at this corner, trying not to make eye contact with anyone in particular, now that I was surrounded by goddesses and gods I’d never even conceived I’d meet in real life.

But this was real life. This was my life now, and by the looks of it, Rachel wouldn’t ever let me forget it.

“You know, when I invited you to come to this party, I expected you would be at least a little bit timid.” I rolled my eyes dramatically, hiding my grin behind the bottle of beer she managed to find the second we walked through the doors of this expensive mansion together.

“You haven’t been in L.A. for long and this is the first time I managed to convince you to leave that damn hotel room. A bit of social awkwardness is natural, necessary even.” She continued, not taking any notice of how funny I found her concern.

“But standing in the corner, watching over everyone like a hawk takes your shyness from endearing directly into creepy, I hope you know that.” My smile dropped and it was hard to stop myself from cringing. I wasn’t too sure of my success when I lifted my gaze from what seemed to be the former child star of a sitcom I watched after school doing a keg stand with the help of a well-known athlete and met Rachel’s gaze to find he with her eyebrow cocked, one hand on her hip as she stared me down.

Lord, was I really that awful?

I forced a smile in the hopes to ease the situation, reaching out to accept the new bottle of beer she offered me as I discarded my empty one. We clicked the bottoms in a silent toast and I immediately raised it to my lips, hoping the alcohol would finally kick in and help ease some of this tension in my shoulders.

I didn’t tell her that I wasn’t shy. I was beyond grateful for her insistence in forging a friendship with me despite my awkwardness. I knew I’d done the right thing by coming to this party. I just didn’t know what to do now that I was here.

It’s not like I have anything interesting to offer to a conversation between the guy whose poster watched over my sleep during all of my teenage years and the woman my husband used to compare me to when he was still alive.

Sorry, ex-husband.

Late husband?

Fuck.

Taking another swig of my beer, I pondered about the reality I was living in now.

When that video was posted eight months before, I had no idea I’d become a viral sensation, the object of a heated, ruthless dispute between multiple labels.

I didn’t think I’d have my entire future rewritten from what I’d always expected it to be.

And still, here I was. Living the dream, as they’d say, in L.A., of all places. It didn’t matter that it had never actually been a dream of mine.

It didn’t matter that I hated the city and everything it represented.

Sure, it had been fun to fantasize - and I’d done a hell of a lot of that as a teen. But at 28… There was an obvious reason as to why I’d never shown my songs to anyone. Well, anyone other than Tony.

He loved them so much, he kept insisting I should pursue a career in music. But he loved me, so it was easy for him to be blindsided by this little hobby of mine… I didn’t think I had enough talent or luck to break into the industry.

But I guess some god or goddess upstairs decided I had enough bad luck for a lifetime.

Perhaps I should feel guilty. Here I was, finally following my husband’s desire after he was gone, but he was precisely the reason for it. He was my motivation and my inspiration. I’d never wanted this - I didn’t even know how to deal with any of it. The fame, the fans, the weight of being known everywhere I went…

I was doing it all for him. I was living out the life he wanted me to live, because it was better than standing in the shadows of what our life together had been - before his diagnosis.

I just wish he was still around in some way or another. Not because I regretted not pursuing this while he was alive. Even though I was sure he’d be over the moon with my success, the worst part of “living the dream” without my soulmate was how badly I still needed him to be here.

He’d always had an excellent bullshit radar. Without it, I felt like I was blindly throwing myself at the hands of who seemed nicest, hoping I’d be able to figure out who to trust in this beast of an industry before they tore me apart.

“... Earth to Mila… Are you even listening to me?” Blinking back to the present, I grimaced to my friend who just rolled her eyes affectionately at me. We might not have known each other for long, but I was sure she was one of the good ones. The way she so sweetly accepted my amateurishness and never made fun of me - even though she still called me out for it - seemed like a testament to just how well I was sure we’d continue to get along.

“I swear, it’s like you’re not even trying to have fun.”

It was a fair assumption, even though I’d find a way to argue it wasn’t all that correct. I wanted to have fun. Of course, I did. I wasn’t a masochist or anything - I wouldn’t choose to spend my Friday night doing something I absolutely hated, but I had no idea how one suddenly starts having fun at these sorts of gatherings. And I bet the panicked look I sent her showed her just how overwhelmed I felt because, with a soft sigh, she took my hand in hers and gently pulled me away from the safety of my hiding spot, in the corner of a stranger’s living room mansion, and guided us towards the backyard.

Although I wasn’t too sure something with a fountain bigger than my apartment could really be considered a backyard.

There were significantly fewer people sprawled around the perfectly green grass, gathered in small groups. It was clear everyone here knew one another and was more interested in making conversation than grinding against someone else - as was the case for the people I’d been observing inside the house.

Not that I had anything against that other way of passing the time, specifically…

I looked down at Rachel and my interlaced hands, and I had another one of those oh-shit moments of realization. This was Rachel. Rachel Farrel was holding my hand. The same woman I’d religiously watch in every new episode of my favorite tv series, now considered me a friend and was currently dragging me towards a group of people who were her friends…

Which apparently included Nicholas Whitmore, my all-time celebrity crush.

Oh, shit, oh, fuck.

“Hey, everyone!” I was sure my eyes looked as wide as plates when her call for attention was acknowledged, and I had to bite down on my lower lip to resist the urge to duck and run. “This is Mila! We met on the shoot for her first music video.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Jesse Reyes (gasp!) pointed at me, a smirk on his handsome face as the realization sparked on his brown eyes. “You’re that girl… who sang her own version of Hallelujah, right?”

Clearing my throat, I smiled gratefully at him as I nodded, taking advantage of the fact that Rachel had at last released my hand to rub it against my jeans in the hopes of getting rid of my nervous sweat.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He winked at me before returning to whatever the topic had been before we interrupted, and I was deeply grateful for how quickly he was able to swerve away from the awkward title I was usually recognized for.

I didn’t want to be “that-girl-who-became-famous-for-singing-at-her-husband’s-funeral” forever.

“Hallelujah, huh?” I looked up to find Nicholas staring, a smirk on his lips as he took a sip from the bottle of beer that he held. “So, Mila…” The way he pronounced my name had butterflies setting flight inside my belly, but I didn’t have the time to give them any attention. “Are you like… an angel?”

The snort that left me at the question was anything but graceful. I could feel my face burning as the mortification set in, and the laughter that flowed freely from my spectators only added to the feeling.

“Uh… no,” I assured him once the shock from the unexpected sound left me. Rachel’s friends (and herself) were still giggling, but I could see it was from the unexpectedness of the event - and for that, I couldn’t really blame them. “I’m nowhere near an angel. Trust me.”

It was only once one of his eyebrows curled up that I realized what I’d said sounded like a challenge - one I had no intention to pursue. “Jesus…” I muttered under my breath, trying to find some comfort in the man my mother adored so much, despite how much I’d cursed him in the last year or so.

Considering my (lack of) luck (not to mention the absence of whatever grace I used to possess when fraternizing with people), Nicholas heard me call out for help from above. Even worse? So did everyone else, and more laughter spilled from the animated group at my discomfort.

Guess I was the light of the party, after all?

“Well, color me intrigued.” His words snapped me out of my embarrassment, and I was able to meet his gaze only to find something dangerously hypnotizing in his blue hues - something so familiar and yet so new it had my stomach turning, a shudder running down my spine under the dim light that the moon casted over us in the garden.

… What the fuck was happening?

“I’m Nick, by the way.” He offered me his hand and I mindlessly went over the proper motions, offering my own to shake his all while trying not to freak out or show any particular reaction over the prospect of touching Nicholas Whitmore so I wouldn’t end up mortified and unable to ever attend a Hollywood party again.

When he turned my palm around and leaned over, pressing a kiss to the back of it while maintaining eye contact, I knew I would fail in that endeavor. The lopsided smirk he sent my way had my stomach flipping, and both him and I knew I was screwed.

I could hear my heartbeat louder than the bass from the music playing inside. Avoiding my mouth from hanging open and revealing just how affected I was by this encounter was the furthest thing from my mind.

“Careful with that one, Mila…” Rachel’s voice reached me through the fog of desire that had unexpectedly clouded my vision. “He might be the life of every party, but that’s pretty much his only redeeming quality.”

Snickers were heard all around, and when Nick straightened himself up, brushing the strands of hair that had fallen over his face back again, it was clear he took no offense to her words.

He was comfortable with the idea his friends had of him, even though it wasn’t a flattering one.

Clearing my throat, I took a sip of my beer to help me push away the warm pit of desire that had bristled to life at feeling his touch on me. It was the first time in almost a year since I’d felt this way, and despite the happiness that flowed through my veins upon realizing I wasn’t dead, it wasn’t necessarily how I imagined it would go.

“I don’t know…” I mused, avoiding his eyes as I addressed my friend, knowing everyone else was paying attention to us. “He does play one hell of a make-out scene. But I suppose that could be his co-stars acting, after all.”

As Rachel’s friends exploded in a fit of laughter, I smiled as her hand clutched my arm for support as she doubled over in laughter. A smile - a real smile, not that fake, practiced one I’d been using all the time - painted my lips, and the small seed of belonging started to blossom inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re funny.” Marcus Royce wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes, shaking his head at me. The entire thing was so different from the persona I was used to seeing associated with his expression - the character he played in the sitcom that Rachel starred in was barely even human, with his cold eyes and inability to smile. “You’re gonna fit right in with our group, just you wait.”

Rachel took advantage of his opening to introduce me to the rest of the gang. Besides her and Nick, Jesse Reyes - Nicholas' best friend - was there, alongside Marcus Royce and Johanna Biles (actress, model, and all around a hottie).

“There are some other people who we consider part of our little group who aren’t here. You’ll meet them in time,” Rachel reassured me, but it was an unnecessary preoccupation. To be accepted by these people already meant a lot to me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had a group of friends to rely on, and now that my life had been turned upside down, in more ways than one, having someone to trust was essencial.

I knew I could trust Rachel, and if she trusted these people, I was one step closer to leaving that lasting loneliness back in my past.

That’s why I didn’t see the point in trying to hide the fact that being a part of their group delighted me, but no one seemed to think less of me for not faking coolness, thankfully.

Maybe they really were the people I should hang around.

“So…” I almost choked on my beer when I realized the conversation had moved onto something I didn’t follow, and Nick seemed to consider it was the perfect opportunity to approach me. “You’re familiar with my movies.”

I didn’t miss the way he looked me up and down. There was undeniable lust in his eyes and it made me feel like I was something he wanted to devour but in all honesty? I couldn’t say I didn’t like it.

It’s not every day that you get to meet your celebrity crush and actually manage to catch their attention. I wasn’t about to complain. Guilt, however, was like a bucket of ice cold water thrown over that tiny little ember that’d dared to come alive upon meeting Nick, and in a second, the thrill of being noticed disappeared from my tired body.

I wasn’t ready to entertain any kind of male attention just yet, and I was pretty sure that’d be the case for a long while. To top it all off, Nicholas Whitmore, with his easy smirk and sparking eyes, was probably the last man I should consider entertaining.

“Who isn’t?” I opted for nonchalance, drinking my beer as I watched him approach, his back blocking the rest of the gang from our conversation while I was cornered against one of the walls of the mansion.

His laugh had butterflies erupting in my stomach, but I refrained from looking into his eyes again - even when he took one step closer, hand going over my shoulder to find balance on the way against which I held myself up.

“You know, it really is nice to meet you.” I could only nod, not interested in the slightest (or so I told myself) in getting lost in the sea that was his gaze, at that moment hyper focused on me. “I saw your video. You might not be one, but you sure sing like an angel.”

There was no need for a mirror. I knew exactly the impact of his words, uttered in that low voice so close to me I shivered. I didn’t question his closeness, even though we were practically strangers to one another. I knew he’d use the excuse provided by the crowds around us. And I knew he could see the effect that he had on me, too.

It was only expected, considering he was an entire decade older than me. I was sure that experience with the opposite sex’s reaction to his moves wasn’t something he lacked.

Before he could do anything about it though, a heavy hand settled on his shoulder, pulling him away from me - and just like that, we were back into the group’s conversation.

“Man, lay off her,” Marcus teased him. “She’s too good for you, anyway. You know who she’d be perfect for? Tom.”

It was miniscule, but I did catch a reaction from Nick. A dark cloud seemed to turn the blue in his eyes almost gray-ish, and he immediately took a couple of steps back, but not before throwing me another smile - this one nowhere near a smirk.

“You’re right.” Nodding, his gaze settled on me as if evaluating my qualities. I shifted in my position, but weirdly, I wasn’t uncomfortable with his attention. “She would be perfect for him.”

For whatever reason, I got the impression that he didn’t consider those words to be complimentary, but that didn’t seem to diminish the… curiosity he felt about me.

“Hey, Nick!” Another unfamiliar voice called from outside our semi-circle, and we all turned to see that a woman had approached us, clearly hoping to catch the attention of the man standing next to me. Blonde and tall, her gray-blue eyes were laser-focused on Nick as she confessed, not at all bothered by our interest in their conversation, “I heard you were coming to this party. Figured I’d check in on you.”

The change in his body language was immediate. Standing up straighter, Nicholas rolled his shoulders back and tilted his head, scanning her entire body as another smirk painted his features.

This one had ‘predatory’ written all over it.

“Cynthia! It has been a while, hasn’t it?” I watched with fascination as he rubbed his beard, openly checking her out once more before throwing a look over his shoulder, at his friends. He winked at Marcus, who barely managed to muffle a laugh just as Nick pounced, closing the space between him and the stranger, an arm easily finding home around her waist as he pulled her closer to him - and dragged her away from us.

“Let’s find a more private place to catch up, hm? What do you say?”

I didn’t need to see her expression to know this was everything she’d been hoping for when she decided to interrupt our conversation. Her infatuated giggles said as much, and I followed along, chuckling under my breath and shaking my head as I turned towards Rachel.

I didn’t even need to say anything - “That’s Nick,” my friend shrugged, easily occupying the space he’d left as she wrapped her arm over my shoulder and pulled me to her. “Stay away from him,” she jokingly insisted, and I laughed awkwardly.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Still, as I tried to inconspicuously look back into the house, where I’d been and where Nick and Cynthia disappeared into, I couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like - to be so into someone for a single evening, relying on another person’s body to get you to that unbelievable high just to pass the time, and then leave the next morning, as if nothing had ever happened.

Would I ever be able to do that?

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