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bradshawssugarbaby · 26 days

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Welcome Home, Rooster Bradshaw.

summary: It's been a long six months away from home for Bradley, and you're going to give him the welcome you both deserve.

a/n: ignore that this gif is from the offer, ok? It fits the vibe.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: masturbation (m), facesitting, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, bradley's a vocal lover, praise kink.

word count: 3k

taglist: @nouis-bum @floydsmuse @mamachasesmayhem @avengersfan25 @jessicab1991 @atarmychick007 @b-bradshaw @djs8891 @fall-winter-heart97 @primroseluna @silversprings-mp3 @drxgxnslxyer @gardenavenue

Two more days.

Two more days until Bradley could see your face in person again. Two more days until he could be home and in his own space.

Bradley let out a heavy, tired sigh, reaching his hand under his pillow. He pulled out the picture of you that he’d brought with him on deployment, tracing over your image with his fingers gently. The picture’s edges were becoming curled, worn from being tucked into flight helmets and under pillows, clutched in sweating, sometimes shaking palms, lips pressed to it in a tender kiss on occasion. He admired the photo, he’d taken it on a date you went on before he left.

His dad’s well-loved Polaroid camera, left to him as a kid, in hand, he’d taken you to Mission Beach for the day, wanting to have the full tourist experience with you before he got shipped to the middle of the Pacific again. He found a store in Coronado that sold film for vintage cameras, building up a small stockpile for himself. He’d given you a full photoshoot that day — pictures snapped at every opportunity. Watching planes fly over head, playing games in the arcade, rides on the wooden rollercoaster, rock climbing, lunch dates, mini golf, and rock climbing. He’d snapped a couple of you in your sundress, smiling sweetly at him for the camera, your hair flowing in the warm Pacific breeze.

This photo, however, was the one of you laughing on the beach, your baby blue two-piece swimsuit on, the high-waisted bottoms hugging your curves, the coordinating blue top cupping your breasts in a way that pushed them upever so slightly. He could practically hear your laugh whenever he looked at it, and it made his heartache that little bit more each time.

“Fuck," he muttered to himself, sighing again as he looked around the bunk.

Jake was on deck for the night, leaving Bradley with the shared space all to himself for at least a couple of hours. He laid back on his bed, tugging his grey sweatpants down off his hips. He spat into his free hand, using it to stroke his cock in a slow, steady pace, your photograph in his other hand, eyes fixed on your figure as he masturbated.

Fuck, he missed you.

He shut his eyes, picturing you as he continued to stroke himself, seeing the facial expression you made whenever you rode him, eyes shut with ecstasy, tits bouncing up and down, hips moving, hands pressed to his chest. The mental image alone was almost enough to drive him over the brink. He let out a deep grunt as he finished, your name escaping him in a soft moan.

Two days couldn’t come soon enough.

When he finally got home, Bradley was exhausted. The time difference had caused him more jet lag than it usually did, not that he was sleeping well without you to begin with. He never did. He’d landed earlier than anticipated, coming home a day before he was expected. He unlaced his standard issue boots, kicking them off at the door before heading directly to the laundry room. Stripping clean from his uniform, he tossed it into the washing machine, desperate for a shower and fresh, comfortable clothes.

With a dry towel wrapped around his waist, he bounded up the wooden stairs to the main bathroom. He dropped the towel as he turned the shower on, sighing happily as he stepped into the warm water, letting it wash over him for a minute, enjoying one of the first comforts of being home for the first time in six months.

Stepping out of the tower, he quickly dried himself off and wrapped his towel back around his waist before heading down the hall to the bedroom. Everything was neatly pulled together — freshly laundered sheets on the bed that still smelled like your favourite detergent, his clothes neatly put away for him, fresh flowers sat in a vase on your nightstand, and a new book sat on his, with a note card placed on top.

B, I saw this the other day at that cute little bookstore on Orange Ave. It made me think of you. I thought you’d like to read it now that you’ll have a little down time. - Love, your girl. Xo

Bradley felt his heart swell as he read your neatly printed note. He picked the book up, scanning the cover with a soft smile before setting it back down. A true crime book about a case in a podcast he’d mentioned in one of his emails home — it was perfect. God, you were perfect.

He tugged a clean white t-shirt over his head before reaching into his dresser for clean boxer briefs and a pair of well-loved denim shorts that were beginning to fray around the cuffs from being worn so frequently. Bradley looked out the bedroom window at the landscape, happy to finally be home. He’d missed all the little things while he was gone — the palm trees, the smell of those little laundry scent beads you swore by, your coordinating body wash, shampoo and conditioner that you insisted on buying for him when you’d learned he’d been coasting through life for 37 years with a 3-in-1 bottle — almost as much as he’d missed you.

Downstairs in the kitchen, he got to work crafting himself the sandwich to top all sandwiches. He was starving, and after months of bland, unexciting meals on board an aircraft carrier, all he wanted was comfort food. With his turkey club piled high and a glass bottle of Coke from Mexico in hand, he settled into his favourite chair and began to enjoy himself until you came home from work.

When you did come home, you heard the faint sound of voices coming from the back of the house. You dropped your bag at the front door, running through the house so quickly, you’d forgotten to take your shoes off. In the living room sat Bradley, in his favourite, well-loved chair, dozing as sports highlights played in the background, a plate with remnants of a sandwich and a half-finished bottle of Coke sat on the table beside him.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his forehead as you stroked his curls, breathing in the smell of his shampoo. He was finally home.

Bradley’s eyes fluttered open, a smile forming on his lips as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, his nose pressed to your neck as you settled into his lap.

“Missed you,” he murmured against your skin, peppering you with kisses.

“Missed you more, B,” you echoed as you raked your fingers through his hair.

“God, I missed you so much, honey. This might have been the hardest trip away from you yet.”

Bradley’s hands rested firmly on your hips as his lips wandered down your neck to your collarbone. He mumbled against your skin, shoving the strap of your tank top down off of your shoulder. His teeth grazed at your exposed, sun kissed skin, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Bradley!” you squealed, laughing as his deep brown eyes looked at you, taking in the sight of your face again.

“Mhmm, I missed that laugh of yours,” he hummed, his large hands moving to cup your breasts. “I’ve missed these tits of yours too.”

“I bet you have, were Jake’s not doing it for you?” you teased.

Bradley scoffed as he pulled your tank top off over your head, tossing it off to somewhere in the void across the room. With one hand snaked around your back, he unfastened your bra in one fluid motion, discarding it to the floor. He grinned at you before pressing his mouth back to your collarbone, thumbs tracing circles over your nipples as they pebbled at his touch.

“No, one’s could do it for me like yours do, honey, you know that. Look at you. So pretty for me. My girl’s always looking pretty, ain’t she?” he purred between kisses to your breasts.

“Bradley,” you laughed, shaking your head, “This is what you want now that you’re finally home?”

“I’ve been wantin’ this since about two hours after I left, six months without you has been torture. I contemplated quitting when I came home. I thought about faking an injury so they’d discharge me. I tried thinking up a thousand ways to come home early — all of them bad.” He nodded, as he looked up at you, hands still cupping your tits.

“Mhmm, you thought about quitting for me? That’s not the Bradley Bradshaw I know.”

“I swear, honey, this time…this time was harder than usual.”

“Well, I’m all yours now,” you nodded, your hand stroking his cheek.

Bradley hummed to himself, tilting his head to the side as he thought for a minute. He looked at you, watching as you bit your lower lip. The sight of you alone after so much time apart was enough to make him hard, but now it was becoming unbearable. He needed you. He craved you.

“Upstairs, now,” he urged, nodding his head as you got off his lap.

You grinned to yourself as you headed up the stairs, walking just slowly enough to your bedroom so Bradley could catch the way your hips swayed with every step, your taut ass bouncing with each movement. It was enough to drive any man insane, but Bradley could barely contain himself.

Fuck, he missed you.

He pushed you on to the bed, crawling on all fours as he hovered over your body with a wide grin plastered to his face. You placed a hand on his chest, steadying him as your smile faltered for a second. You held your breath for a moment before exhaling, nodding slowly as Bradley sat back on his knees for a minute.

“Go easy on me, big guy, it’s been a long six months, I’m out of practice,” you teased, grinning at him.

“Shoot, honey, I thought you were gonna tell me you didn’t want me to-never mind, I’ll go easy on ya. I always do, don’t I?”

“Roo, you do the exact opposite of going easy.” You grinned, rolling your eyes at Bradley.

Bradley repositioned himself over your body, smirking as he took in the sight of you again. His lips began trailing down your abdomen your shorts, sending chills running up and down your spine with every breathy kiss, every drag of his mustache against your skin. With a skillful hand, he popped the button on your shorts open, sitting up as he pulled them off of you. He hooked two fingers into the crotch of your lace trimmed underwear, shoving them out of the way as he ducked his head between your thighs. Feather-light kisses dotted your inner thighs before his mouth found your core. He flattened his tongue against your slit, running it up your folds slowly as he savoured everything he’d missed for the last six months.

“Just as pretty as I remember it, fuck.”

His fingers spread your folds apart, giving him better access to your clit. The tip of his tongue traced shapes along it, pressing varying degrees of pressure into you, the tip of his nose pressing into your puffy cunt, swollen from how badly you’d been wanting him for the last six months. He mumbled something against your skin, his lips vibrating against your clit as he pressed another kiss to you. He sat himself up fully, smirking at you.

“Get up, pretty girl, I have an idea.”

You let out a whine in protest, sitting up on the bed as Bradley now laid down on his back. Shooting him a look, you raised your palms in protest, shaking your head at him.

“Bradley, you seriously stopped so I would give it to you instead?”

“What? No,” Bradley laughed, shaking his head as he gestured to his face. “Take a seat.”

“You want me to…?”

Bradley lifted his head up off the pillow, giving you a lustful stare, his eyebrows knitting together as he nodded his head. “Did I stutter? Take. A. Seat.”

You rolled your eyes, giving your head a shake as you slipped out of your underwear, dropping them to the floor. Climbing back on to the bed, you hovered yourself above Bradley’s mouth, looking down at him as you chewed on your lip. He shook his head, his mustache tickling at your inner thigh as he kissed up your leg. In one swift motion, he gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you down until his lips were directly under your dripping core, smirking as he murmured against your skin again.

“That’s my girl. I’ve missed this pussy so fuckin’ much.” He grunts, nodding his head slightly as he buries his tongue into you, nose pressed to your clit.

“Bradley!” you whimper, your eyes fluttering shut as you reached down, fingers tugging on his dark curls.

Bradley’s tongue worked into you at a breakneck speed, so fast that you wondered how he was able to breathe. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, blunt fingernails digging into your soft skin as he held you in place. His mouth worked on you relentlessly, refusing to let up until he had you a screaming, crying, pretty little mess, just how he (and you) liked it.

“Bradley, Bradley, Bradley,” you babbled, unable to say anything other than his name as his tongue fucked into you.

He grunted into your cunt again, mumbling words of praise into your skin. “Tastes so fuckin’ sweet, honey, so fuckin’ sweet.” He growled before delving his tongue into you again.

Your thighs began to shudder and shake, spasming as you felt your orgasm hit you harder than ever before. You shut your eyes, tears stinging as Bradley continued, not breaking his rhythm once as you came, his tongue quickly lapping at your arousal hungrily. He moved his mouth up to your clit, kissing at it with a couple of powerful sucks before pulling his mouth away. He let go of your thighs, a couple of darker marks forming on your skin from where he got carried away, gripping you a little too tightly. You got up, sitting on the bed, panting as you tried to find your mental clarity again.

Bradley rolled onto his side and surveyed your thigh, pressing gentle kisses to the darkened marks on your skin in apology. Once you found your words again, his big brown eyes looked up at you from where he was laying on the bed.

“Roo,” you nodded, placing a hand on his cheek, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed ya too, honey. Ain’t done with ya yet though.”

With that, Bradley quickly shimmied out of his denim shorts and boxers, kicking them off clumsily. He crawled across the bed, finding the spot between your thighs. His hands smoothed over your legs, lifting them up and hoisting them up onto his shoulders. You curved your knees around him as he aligned his hardened cock with your entrance, easing into you with a soft groan.

“That’s my girl, taking me so well. You missed this cock, didn’t you? Missed me fillin’ ya up, huh, pretty girl?” He purred, pausing as he felt your walls stretching around him.

“Yes, baby,” you nodded, whining as he stretched you.

God, he was right. You did miss him. You missed him more than you wanted to let on, you missed his presence, his voice, the silly things he’d do that pissed you off, you missed the way he made love to you, passionate and caring, full of praise, making it his life’s mission to make you feel good. He took it as seriously as his work - calculated movements, using the same precision and laser-focus he did in the air.

Your eyelids fluttered shut again as you felt him pull out of you, pushing himself back into you again with a powerful thrust of his hips. Bradley tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth, refusing to move again. “Nuh-uh, baby girl, keep those pretty eyes on me. Want you lookin’ at me when I fuck you, got it?”

You nodded dumbly as he pounded into your entrance again, making your head spin as your walls clenched around him. He began thrusting into you, starting slowly as he found his rhythm again, savouring every movement, every inch of you that he’d missed over the last six months. Bradley gently pressed his palm into your pubic bone as he thrusted harder, faster into you, the sensation heightening with the added pressure he was giving. You could tell by the knot turning in your stomach that it wasn’t going to be long before you were coming for him again, and if Bradley had his way, it wouldn’t be the last time you did tonight.

“Feelin’ so fuckin’ good, pretty girl. That’s my girl. That’s my pretty girl,” he praised, his confident demeanor melting away, leaving Bradley a pussy drunk, babbling mess, unable to say anything other than your praises, repeating your name over and over as if it was a spoken prayer.

“‘M not gonna last, honey,” Bradley shook his head as he moaned breathlessly.

Fuck.

His breath hitched in his throat as his hips slowed, stilling as he came inside of you. Bradley let out the deepest grunt you’d ever heard — the past six months of missing you drawing out of him along with it. Ducking his head down as he tried to catch his breath, his curls slicked and stuck to his forehead with sweat, he panted heavily, gently letting your legs go as you dropped them back down to the bed. He looked up at you, deep brown eyes fixed on your features as he nodded breathlessly.

“Fuck, I missed you, honey. I missed this, and you, and home.”

“Welcome home, Rooster. Welcome home.”

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silvergyus · 8 months

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polaroid

pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader

summary: you buy your boyfriend a film camera for his birthday, only for him to find his passion for taking pictures of your, ahem, intimate moments together

warnings: yeonjun & y/n (consensually) photograph each other naked/performing sexual acts, reader has a vulva, hickeys, oral (y/n receiving, yj receiving), penetrative sex (y/n receiving), use of “baby/ pretty/ my baby” for reader

word count: 900+

author’s note: written as part of @majestyjun's #24 days with jjunie !! event. check out the rest of the works here.

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Your boyfriend blows the candles out on the birthday cake you baked for him, his face illuminated by the warm glow. There’s a mechanical click and sudden flash as you capture the moment. Yeonjun seems startled for a moment, and you giggle at his surprised expression.

“It’s your present!” you smile, holding up a vintage Polaroid camera. “I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t get to wrap it.” You handed him the black device, the photo slowly being deposited from within. You kissed him on the cheek and scooted your chair closer to his. “It just arrived this morning and between baking the cake and everything…”

“It’s great; I love it.” He smiled and kissed you.

You wanted to get Yeonjun something that he could explore his burgeoning love of photography with. Something that would drive his fans crazy when he shared it on Instagram. Yes, even though Yeonjun was your boyfriend, you loved every opportunity for a “boyfriend photo.”

And Yeonjun did like the camera.

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He never posts them of course, the pictures he takes of you. They’re just for him; special, secret photos that only the two of you will ever see. They start out innocently enough: pictures of you smiling at his birthday party, pictures of your fingers intertwined with his. But from there…

They’re faceless at first, the pictures of you in his bed. Your hair splayed out messily across the pillow, your neck and chest covered in dark hickeys. Your nipples, puffy and swollen after he tugged them into his mouth. The hazy quality of the film camera in the low light of his bedroom makes everything seem like it was taken in a dream.

The photos print instantly from the camera, a mechanical whirr as the paper releases and the wait as the image slowly, slowly comes into view. He saves each one in a photo album he keeps hidden away in a drawer.

At first, you’re shy around the camera, not used to a camera being out during intimate moments. But soon enough, Yeonjun’s habit of snapping a pic becomes comfortable and routine. It’s cute, the way he dates them in sharpie at the bottom of the film. Little hearts around your name on his favorite images.

You start to take pictures of him too. His pretty lips spread as he sucks on your fingers, his face snuggled against your bare chest. His mischievous eyes as he flicks at your nipple with his tongue.

The more comfortable the both of you become around the camera, the more involved it becomes.

Side by side in the photo album hide a set of matching photos. In the first, Yeonjun looks up into the camera, his eyes hazy with lust as he laps at your pussy. In the second, you’re on your knees with his cock in your mouth, his hand holding your hair back as the other snaps the picture.

He keeps the picture of you, ropes of his cum staining your face as you smile, eyes closed, behind the case of his phone. Behind yours you hide the one of him, your juices running down his chin as he smiles a dopey grin.

There are fuzzy Polaroids of his fingers buried inside you, taken with his left hand while he continued to pump into you with his right. Blurry and still images of his length buried inside your pussy. One where he was moving and one where he had the forethought to pause his hips while taking the picture.

He always, always asks before the camera comes out. He wants you to feel comfortable enough to have these moments preserved forever.

“Baby, you look so cute,” he says, pressing a wet kiss to your throat as he slowly pumps his hips, “wanna take a picture.”

You moan out a quiet “yes” as consent before whining at the loss of physical contact when he moves away to grab the camera from his bedside table. He moves quickly, not wanting to be away from you for long. Soon enough, the device is in-hand, loaded with film and ready to capture the moment.

Yeonjun gently places his tip at your entrance and pushes in just a little. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of him. He smirks, loving the effect he has on you with even this little contact. He leans back to get as much of you in the frame as he can, wanting to include the point where the two of you connect.

Your hands fly to your face, shyly covering it from the gaze of the camera. You hear the click and whirr as the image is captured and printed. As it develops in the light, Yeonjun thrusts the rest of the way in, drawing a long moan from you as you readjust to his length. He kisses along your jaw muttering sweet nothings. “So pretty, my pretty baby.”

The photo finishes developing and he smiles, showing it to you. You kiss him in response; you love the way he sees you, how his eye finds no flaws.

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One picture from the camera does make its way onto his Instagram. The last slide of a photodump is a picture of a fuzzy Polaroid laying on his comforter. The tiny picture is two sets of sneakers touching toes on the sand of a beach. Fans debate who the other set of shoes belong to. They don’t know that the sneakers were Yeonjun’s birthday gift to you.

author's note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #24 days with jjunie !!#ari writes #txt: yeonjun

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

TW for SA. Yes, even though Jonathan didn't touch her, it was a form of sexually violation. We don't bring this up enough or the fact that Nancy shoved her feelings about it aside and then slept with him after being convinced to. It wasn't fair to all parties involved, but most importantly, Nancy and Steve, that this was how they started out. Yes, Steve was violated, too. I will be addressing that in another chapter. If you're going to do this in fiction, address it so all parties can have closure. Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to my fellow SA victims. Yes, I am a victim of SA, and some of my feelings bleed through there. This is for me and others like me. I also felt like I needed to do it for Nancy and her character, whose agency is constantly being taken away. She was in control when she slept with Steve but not when Jonathan took her picture and it was certainly in question when she slept with Jonathan. People always flip it around so Jonathan doesn't look quite so bad. Sorry, this is so long. I hope I did Nancy justice.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Jonathan wanted to give Nancy her stuff back, which was awkward, to say the least. Unfortunately, he got called into the Hawkins' Post when Nancy showed up, and so, he left her with Will. It was another awkward moment. What do you say to the person who's older brother you dumped?

"I'm glad you and Jonathan are able to be friends," Will said.

"What? Oh, yeah, me too," Nancy said and paused. "You're not upset with me for breaking up with him, are you?"

"No! I mean, it sucks but if things aren't working out between you, you shouldn't make yourselves miserable trying to make it work," Will said. "Jonathan told me some of what happened, not all of it, and he's glad that it went the way that it did. It could have gone much worse. The fact that you still want to be friends with him means something to me, too. I'm glad that he'll have someone to hang out with who isn't me."

"Yeah, me too," Nancy said softly.

"Of course, I understand if it's still awkward. If you want to leave before he comes back, he said your stuff was in a drawer in his room," Will said.

"That'd be great, actually. I promised Holly I would take her to the mall. I thought I would surprise her with an old friend," Nancy said.

"Steve?" Will asked.

"Yeah," she said and turned to head towards Jonathan's room.

"Nancy?" Will asked.

"Yeah?"

"You're a great big sister," Will said.

Nancy was grinning from ear to ear when she entered the room. While it was true that Dustin was her favorite and apparently, Steve’s as well, she did have a soft spot for Will, too. Nancy hummed thoughtfully as she looked around the room. She pulled out the bottom drawer of Jonathan's desk. Nope, she didn't see anything that looked like it belonged to her. Just to make sure, she pressed her hand to the back of the drawer. Nancy frowned when she came into contact with a small cylindrical object. Curious, she pulled it out. It was one of Jonathan's rolls of film. She wondered what was on here. Her curiosity won over, and she unrolled it, holding it up to the light. Her heart stopped. No, these photos were destroyed. Jonathan wouldn't still have copies? The proof was in her hand, though. He had somehow kept them.

She vaguely heard the front door open and the sound of Joyce's voice filtering in from the other room. Nancy knelt on the floor, still clutching the evidence in her hand. Everything had happened so fast then. . . Will went missing. . .Barb went missing. . . There was a monster on the loose, and she didn't have time to think about Jonathan taking those pictures. It wasn't just of her. It was of Tommy, Carol. . .Steve. She thought back to their argument in the woods.

"You said I was saying something, and that's why you took my picture," Nancy said.

"I saw this girl trying to be someone else. It was like you were alone or you thought you were, and you could just be yourself," Jonathan had said, and as she thought about it, that was fucking creepy.

You were alone, or you thought you were. No, there was someone in the bushes taking a picture of her most private intimate moment.

"That is such bullshit," Nancy had told him. "I am not trying to be someone else. Just because I'm dating Steve and you don't like him - "

"You know what? I just thought it was a good picture," Jonathan said.

So, him saying earlier before that he shouldn't have taken that photo that had been just bullshit? The more Nancy really thought about it, the more she realized how wrong it all was. . . How wrong Jonathan was and how he wasn't even sorry for taking that photo. He had invaded her privacy, not just hers but Steve’s as well. She felt sick to her stomach. She had slept with someone who didn't care about whether or not her privacy had been violated and who didn't understand the boundaries he had crossed even with his reason for doing it. Keeping the copies of the photos had proven that. And she had gotten mad at Steve for breaking his camera when he was just defending her and himself. She thought about Jonathan's hands all over her, and she wanted to be sick. She kept pushing it away, pushing it down and pretending like what Jonathan did wasn't that bad. She had gotten mad at Steve for wanting to pretend that everything was okay for one night when it was really her who was pretending and laying it all on Steve, too.

"I saw this girl trying to be someone else."

"This isn't you, Nance."

Why wasn't it her? Why was sleeping with Steve. . .being with Steve wasn't for her? Why couldn't everyone see that it didn't matter what it looked like on the outside to them? On the inside, Nancy wanted to be with him. . .wanted to make love to him. It only mattered what she wanted, what Steve wanted. They made the assumption that she didn't really want Steve, and without even really realizing it, she started to believe it, too. She had always been a planner when it came to the things that had mattered to her. She had planned on being with him the moment he started talking to her. She had made plans to sleep with him. All that she wanted was for it to mean something to him, and it did. When she told him to stop, he did. When it came down to it, Steve had made sure that it was her who made the first move when it came to initiating sex because he knew she felt more comfortable taking control and he wanted it to be what she wanted. . .the way she wanted it.

Sure, she had feelings for Jonathan, but she hadn't planned on sleeping with him. . .on acting on her feelings because something had been holding her back. It hadn't been just Steve, but it had been the most important part. She had been slightly drunk that night and filled with a euphoria that her plan to take down the lab was going to work. . .that she was finally going to get justice for Barb. She had wanted it to be Steve beside her. She had been set on believing that she had been settling for Steve, but maybe it was the other way around. Maybe she was just settling for Jonathan. God, she was an awful person. The sound of Joyce walking down the hallway with Will broke Nancy out of her thoughts.

"Why are you here without Jonathan?" Joyce asked.

"I'm not alone. Nancy's here. Jonathan had gotten called to the Post. Nancy came here to collect her stuff," Will said.

"Oh, that's always tough," she heard Joyce say, and then she popped her head into the room. "Nancy, honey? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Really," Nancy said weakly.

"I would believe that if you weren't crying," Joyce said.

Nancy hadn't even noticed it until she had pointed it out. She touched her cheek and realized it was wet.

"Oh, I am crying," Nancy said. "He kept this."

"What is that? Is this one of Jonathan's film strips?" Joyce asked. "Full of sentimental photos?"

"I wouldn't call them sentimental," Nancy scoffed.

"May I see?" Joyce asked softly.

She really didn't want to, but she knew Joyce, and she knew how determined she could be. She released the roll into her hands, biting her lip. Joyce held the strip up to the light. Nancy watched her pale considerably, and she rolled it back up. Joyce turned to Will, who was standing in the doorway looking concerned.

"Will, go into your room and blast the music," Joyce said. "I don't want you to hear any of this."

"Mom - ," Will started to say and she gave him a look.

Will looked at Nancy and then wandered off toward his room. A moment later, they heard the music blasting.

"Do you drink coffee?" Joyce asked softly.

"Yeah," Nancy said.

Joyce helped her off the floor and walked her into the kitchen. She started the coffee and placed a box of tissues in front of Nancy. The roll of film was placed on the table, and honestly, it felt like it was staring at Nancy. Suddenly, Joyce set a steaming mug in front of her.

"Do you want me to call your mom?" Joyce asked softly.

"What? No, I'm okay," Nancy said.

"I understand if you wanted to press charges against Jonathan," Joyce said gently.

"Press charges?" Nancy asked.

"For taking those photos of you with Steve. That was Steve’s house, right? The night Barbara died?" Joyce asked. "Look, when Hopper gets busy with work, he usually comes over to complain about Mike and El. If you feel that it's what you need to do, I'm not going to be mad at you, sweetheart."

"I couldn't do that to you and Will," Nancy said and sipped her coffee.

"So, what do you want to do?" Joyce asked.

"I just want to move forward, but I need time to let myself feel all of this. When Barb died, I tried so hard to pretend that everything was alright, that what he did was okay because, in a way, it led to us finding Will. We knew what happened to Barb. I pushed what he did to the back of my mind. He captured me in my most intimate moment. It was my first time with Steve. . . With anyone," Nancy said. "And the bigger picture was Will and Barb. It made it easier to focus on that and push everything else aside. It was too much on top of everything else."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," Joyce said.

"I understand, I think, why he did it," Nancy said.

"You do?"

"He spends so much time behind the camera that he can't see the boundary line, and in some way, I think he uses that to keep people at arms length but at the same time, trying to get to know them. And I understand that he probably doesn't even know that he crossed a boundary, that it's harder for him to recognize that. He uses the camera to push people away, and sometimes, in doing so, it hurts them because it's easier to do the wrong thing in order to protect yourself from being hurt. I think if he just steps out from behind the camera, he'd get a clearer picture," Nancy sighed.

"I noticed that too," Joyce said softly.

"I know all of that and know he wasn't intentionally trying to hurt me, but he did. He crossed a line, and I just need time, I think, to be around him again," Nancy said. "I don't know how to do that, considering I work with him."

"You leave that to me," she said, patting her hand and squeezing it gently.

"I think it wouldn't have been so hard right now if I hadn't acted on my feelings for him," Nancy said.

"I think it would help you if you talked about it with someone. It doesn't have to be your mom, but it might be better if it was," Joyce said softly.

Joyce didn't say anything else, just squeezed her hand as they finished drinking their coffee in silence. A moment later, they heard Jonathan come through the door, and judging by the sound of his voice, Hopper had arrived at the same time that Jonathan did. They immediately noticed the tension in the room.

"What's going on? Nancy?" Jonathan asked, and she refused to look at him. "Is that my film? Did you go through my things?"

"Oh, getting mad about your invasion of privacy is not something that you want to do right now, Jonathan Byers," Joyce said.

Nancy's jaw clenched, and her cheeks flushed with anger. She picked up the film, stood up, and chucked at him. It bounced off his head and landed near Hopper's feet.

"You asshole! You kept copies of the photos!" Nancy shrieked.

Joyce placed her hands on Nancy's arms, rubbing them in comfort.

"Nancy, honey, I got this," Joyce said.

Hopper picked up the film and unrolled it, held it up to the light.

"Jesus," Hopper said, and his jaw clenched, his eyes looking at Jonathan in anger. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you would be in if anyone else found these? Do you have any idea what you did to Steve and Nancy by taking these photos? Do you know what this photo is?"

"It's just a picture, and I forgot I had them," Jonathan said.

He actually looked guilty, and Nancy wondered if he actually felt bad about taking them or that he got caught.

"They're just pictures," Jonathan repeated.

"Considering both Nancy and Steve were underage at the time. . . You were, weren't you?" Hopper asked, and Nancy nodded. "That's child pornogrophy! Even if Nancy didn't charge you, I would still have to arrest you for that alone. Not to mention taking the photos of the other kids involved without their consent. I could add harassment charges to that as well as trespassing. With what a hard ass Steve’s dad is, he could throw everything at you, and he would have the resources to do it, too."

"I was looking for Will," Jonathan said defensively.

"The minute you started snapping these photos is the minute that you stopped thinking about Will, so don't use your brother to try and escape the fact that you fucked up," Joyce said and sighed.

"Do you want to press charges?" Hopper asked Nancy.

"No, I just want to go home," Nancy said.

She suddenly realized that she wasn't all that angry right, she was mostly just tired. Just so drained of everything. Maybe she'll be angry later.

"Hop, do you want to take Nancy home, please? I want to talk to Jonathan," Nancy said.

"Sure," Hop said and looked at Nancy softly as he pocketed the film. "Come on, kid."

The first few minutes of the ride back home was a silent one at first.

"You going to be okay, kid?" Hopper asked.

"I thought it didn't bother me what he did. I thought it was Steve who was overreacting when he broke Jonathan's camera, but maybe it was me who was underreacting. I want to forgive him, but I think I need to feel everything that I've been pushing away right now," Nancy said. "In time, I think I will be okay."

"I've seen you take on anything. You're one of the strongest kids I know," Hopper said. "You're definitely going to get through this. You got someone to talk to? I'm terrible at giving advice, but I've got two ears."

Nancy laughed as she thought about Steve and Eddie.

"Yeah, I've got friends," she replied.

They fell into silence again as she thought about what she was going to tell Steve and Eddie.

"So, Steve broke Jonathan's camera, huh? Good for him," Hopper said, and Nancy laughed. "You know, I have to ask Steve, too. I'm not going to arrest Jonathan either. I can't with the pictures that are also on the film."

"I know," Nancy said softly. "Steve would never tell his dad, by the way. He hates his dad."

Once they made it to her house, she climbed out of the vehicle and thanked him before entering her house. Karen was busy doing laundry, so Nancy quietly climbed the stairs to her bedroom, where she threw herself onto her bed. There was a tiny knock on her door, and she smiled when Holly's blonde head popped into the room.

"Nancy?" Holly asked, and suddenly Nancy remembered that she was supposed to take Holly to the mall.

"I'm sorry, Holly, I know I was supposed to take you to the mall, but I don't really feel good right now," Nancy said. "Can we do it tomorrow?"

"Okay! I'll be right back," Holly said.

When she came back, her arms were full with her blanket, pillow, and stuffed rabbit. She threw them on the bed and struggled to climb on up.

"What are you doing?" Nancy asked.

"Moving up my nap time, duh," Holly said. "You can snuggle with Bobby since you don't feel so good."

Nancy smiled as she held her rabbit to her chest while Holly snuggled into her side. God, she wanted to stay like this forever. She couldn't wait to spend time with her tomorrow. It will be a brand new day and one step closer to a new beginning.

Chapter Five

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w-i-s-e · 1 year

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Avatar 3 Theory - Spider will become a member of the Metkayina clan in Avatar 3

I was looking at the character poster for Spider (seen below), and I noticed something about it.

Not only was it clear from this photo that this was taken with an older Jack Champion (Spider's actor) than appeared in The Way of Water, but there are a range of other differences from the way that Spider looked in the film (seen below)

These are:

He has an extra strip on his forehead in the image on the left.

He has more beads in his hair in the image on the left

He has a blue body stripe across his cheek in the image on the right, and it is no longer there in the image on the left.

He is wearing either a bone

and finally, he is wearing the body garment in the image on the left that we see Metkayina males wear (as seen in the images below).

It is this, along with the tattoo seen on his arm in this photo (seen below) from an article in EMPIRE Magazine of a scene that did not appear in the second movie, that I realised something...

....I think that Spider either before the start of the movie or during the movie will go through the Metkayina version of Iknimaya.

Iknimaya for the Metkayina is described on the Avatar Wiki to be "...[several] coming-of-age rituals..." which include "...taming a Skimwing and various tests with the members' tulkun spirit brother/sister". It is then stated that after the individual completes the trials "...the member is considered an adult and receives a special article of clothing, their first tattoo, and three beads for their songcord (reference for the Wiki can be found at the bottom of the post).

Given that not only is Spider 16 and might be 17 by movie three, poses a tattoo, the body garment given to males that pass Iknimaya and a selection of beads through his hair, it is clear to see that, in some shape or form, Spider was able to complete the Metkayina version of Iknimaya to some capacity.

Though it would be important to mention that he wouldn't be able to complete trials a few of the trials like taming a Skimwing or gaining a Tulkun spirit brother, as he is human and thus lacks a queue to do so with.

My idea is this, either during the first act of the film or just be its event it is revealed that Spider has been trying to pass the trials of Iknimaya to not only be seen as not only one of the people but also a na'vi and possibly prove himself to others like Neytiri. Yet, due to him being human, he is unable to complete all the trials he is given and so fails in his goal, maybe this also causes further hurt to his relationship with Neytiri (idk). So, knowing that the RDA can give him an Avatar body that would allow him to not only complete the trials but also be seen as one of the family, he goes to them hoping that in exchange for information or something else, they will give him an Avatar body. Not only would this make sense for the next step in his character arc, but it also might have already been teased in the image seen below, which can be found in the same EMPIRE article as the image above. This would be his story for the third and possibly fourth movies.

But anyway, what do you think? Do you think this might be accurate or not?

References:

Avatar Wiki - Iknimaya, Link: https://james-camerons-avatar.fandom.com/wiki/Iknimaya

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omg please talk more about Naboo when you have time!! I love reading people’s headcanons and I never thought about how so many of them cover their hair it’s so cool!!

OH okay !! Thank you for asking!! But also hold your horses bc this is about to get LONG. And rambly.

So it is my full belief that Naboo queens cover their hair. Like this initially came about because... I believe it was @star-burned who once made a post about hijabi queens. And then I was like yeah that's a whole vibe I like that. But then when I started making my own queen OC (Roona!) I started looking into it and I was like. 100% sold on the hair-covering idea. It's not a hijab, as ears aren't necessarily covered, so I have diverged from the original idea. BUT. Still along the same lines.

Sooo here's all the costumes worn by Queen Amidala (both on Padme and Sabe).

Now, here's the meta analysis:

What has ALWAYS been notable to me (even as someone young) is that like. They're wigs. Clearly they are wigs. She does not have enough hair for some of those. Yes, Padme had some decently long hair! But it was damn well not that thick. Not to mention, if you zoom in on some of the hairstyles (maybe not using these photos, bc they're taken a bit far away), they just... don't look like hair.

If you look at the hair of the retaking-Theed outfit (middle right), you can see that the hair on that is absolutely fake. The sheen of the hair is inconsistent between what wraps the headpiece and what sticks out the back. Not to mention... Where the goddamn hell is that hair even coming from. Literally not attached to her head. And if you look at what's coming out of the back is just... it's so... hard. It's all blocked together. Like maybe it's a shitton of hairproduct. That's possible for the actual actress. But it honest to god just looks like an acryllic wig. The shine and how none of it breaks like normal hair... Yeah no. My bet is Not Real. And if it is, sorry dear Ms Knightley. The hairproduct makes it look fake.

As for the top two left outfits and the center outfit... Well, for the first left and the middle, it has that same issue with those. It has no breakage or frizz. Yes, could be a lot of product! But if you look at any style Padme has in later films, she still has baby hairs and frizz and flyaways... because that's how normal hair acts. That's just how hair is. So yeah I'm not sold on the first one being real hair.

Now the mid-top does have some breakage and frizz near the base AND it is a proven possible hairstyle (that is a Mongolian traditional hairstyle! Like... near exact ripoff of it.) BUT what's in the headpiece is not the only hair. There's also a back part that has... a lot of hair. And that just... doesn't seem consistent with what Natalie Portman has for hair. YES it is likely that it has some sort of hair rat in it. But I'm looking at the pattern of the hair that's up top on the headpiece. I don't think that's real? Maybe I'm wrong but it doesn't make sense the way it comes out. Who knows tho. Maybe that's the real hair and the other is fake.

The bottom two are real hair. At least what's attached to the head is real. I can tell you that much.

But that's the META. ANd also conjecture on the meta.

What's in-canon is:

The Queen's hairstyles, which were said to take several hours to perfect, were headpieces with wigs that matched Padmé's natural hair color. Her real hair was tightly-braided, pinned down, and gelled; the gel held the headpieces in place and prevented them from itching. While the Queen's hairstyles were being created, her handmaiden Rabé would provide counsel. (source)

So. Yeah. They're all wigs.

THIS does line up with Padme's Tatooine hairstyle!

While it's not the style that would be under her wigs, it still holds all the braids.

AND So we know it's not just QUEEN AMIDALA that does this:

Jamillia's in a wig (meta and canon) and Apailana's hair is fully covered.

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF

THE HANDMAIDENS ARE LIKE 90% OF THE TIME COVERED TOO. That spans across films. There's like one time we see hair--during the takeover of Naboo. That's literally it. The rest of the time, their hair is covered.

And honourable mentions: A lot of Padme's senator hairstyles... Wigs. Literally she popped her fuckin hair off in TCW. That shit was a wig half the time.

TL;DR? The queens are wearing wigs the times "their hair" is shown. Thus. Queens required to hide their hair--either out of social obligation or out of wish to portray themselves with ornate hairstyles to show their social standing. Either way, no "real hair" shown. All hidden.

#sabe #padme amidala #queen jamillia #queen apailana #star wars: the phantom menace #star wars: attack of the clones #star wars: revenge of the sith #star wars #THIS IS POORLY WORDED AND RAMBLED AND NOT ASSEMBLED TO MY USUAL DEGREE OKAY DONT HOLD IT AGAINST ME #I GOT OVERZEALOUS

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newyorkthegoldenage · 1 year

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Warning: the first photo of the five below shows a dead body. If you do not want to see it, either scroll past it quickly or skip this post.

On April 8, 1947, investigators finally found the body of Langley Collyer in his house on Fifth Avenue and 128th St. in Harlem. He had lived there for decades with his brother Homer, whose body had been found some two weeks earlier. Homer had apparently died of starvation. Because the ground floor was completely filled with 50 tons of debris, policemen had to enter through the upper floors. It took them several days to clear the ground floor.

The four-story building was crammed to the rafters with sewing machines, the body of a Model T, weapons, baby carriages, busts, mangled Christmas trees, thousands of books, 14 pianos, an organ, newspapers packed in boxes, and other items. The total came to 120 tons.

The brothers had lived there since 1909, when Langley, a lawyer, was 28. After the death of their mother 20 years later, they lived there alone. They were notorious for their extreme thrift—Homer walked to work on paper-thin soles to save money for the subway, they canceled their phone service in 1917 and, after disputes with utility companies in 1927, they went without water or electricity.

Some time in the early 1930s, they stopped working and became recluses. Langley left the house only at night, leading neighbors to call him "Ghost." Homer went blind and also suffered from severe rheumatism. The two became paranoid, convinced that thieves were out to get them, and installed traps all over the house. It is thought that Langley fell into one of his own traps.

Because the brothers had no heirs, their property passed to the state. The city had the brownstone demolished.

Over the years the Collyer story has inspired films, plays, and books. There have been off-Broadway stage productions such as Mark Saltzman's Clutter and Richard Greenberg's The Dazzle, a nonfiction book, Ghosty Men, by journalist Franz Lidz, Richard Finkelstein's series of drawings of the Collyer house, a Glasgow musical called "Tunnel Visions," which set the brothers' story to a music and light show, and, in 2009, the novel Homer and Langley by E.L. Doctorow.

All photos from the AP via Der Spiegel. Anthony Camerano took all but the top, which was taken by Jacob Harris, and the bottom, which was the work of Harry Harris.

#vintage New York #1940s #Anthony Camerano #legends #Jacob Harris #Harry Harris #Collyer Brothers #eccentrics #trash #garbage #rubbish #obsessive-compulsive disorder #hoarding

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sluttywonwoo · 2 years

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Omg maknae line for the polaroid reaction pls i love it AND YOUR WRITING

hyung line

seokmin: seokmin is mortified when seungcheol tells him that he'd accidentally posted something inappropriate on his close friends story, and he's even more mortified when he realizes it's a nude of you. luckily, his leader had caught it early, and not many people had viewed the story (not that he had many people on his close friends list to begin with), but seokmin is still burning with embarrassment as he texts you to explain. it was a genuine mistake, something he'd missed in the background when he took a picture of his desk setup, but he still feels awful. thankfully, you're not upset with him over it.

mingyu: he has the photo in one hand, his cock in the other, and he's right about to cum all over his stomach when joshua barges into his room, causing him to throw the polaroid in his direction. joshua only catches a glimpse, but he's judging hardcore. "seriously, man? you know they made facetime for this exact reason., right? i mean, at the very least you could sext her."

minghao: jihoon looks entirely too happy for six am, and minghao is suspicious before he even gets in the car. "this is for you," jihoon says and holds out a polaroid picture for him to take. it's a picture of you in nothing but a bra and panties and minghao has no idea how his member got a hold of it. "your girlfriend asked me to deliver it," he explained before minghao had the chance to strangle him. he curses under his breath and tucks the photo into his pocket, muttering a quick "thanks" to the man in the passenger seat. what the fuck were you trying to pull? you couldn't have at least put the picture in an envelope? clearly, you wanted jihoon to see the picture. and you wanted to minghao to know jihoon had seen it. whatever it was, you'd pay for it later.

seungkwan: late as always, seungkwan is the last to slip into the conference room with his iced americano for their group meeting. in a rush to be seated, he drops all of his things on the table at once, not noticing something fly out of his notebook. mingyu slides it back across the table a moment later, lips pursed. seungkwan's quick to shove it back into the journal, but not before shooting a death glare at poor mingyu who had just been trying to help.

vernon: he'd told jun that he could borrow a pen from his backpack, but a pen is not what jun finds. instead, he comes across one of those film pictures taken on a really old polaroid... it's a picture of you, of course, jun had seen several like these before... except you were naked in this one. which was different. and something he was not supposed to see. he tries shoving the polaroid back into the backpack before vernon catches him, but he's too late. vernon snatches the entire bag from his hands and tosses him a pen himself. it was an accident. vernon can't even be mad, though he wants to be. "next time, remind me to grab whatever it is you need for you."

chan: who the fuck leaves nude pictures hanging on their fridge?? lee chan, that's who... apparently. to be fair, minghao hadn't told him he was coming over to your apartment beforehand, but really? your ass on display for anyone in the kitchen to see? there was a little note that chan had scrawled on the bottom too that minghao wishes he could erase from his memory. clearly, chan had stayed the night and left you (and unfortunately minghao) a surprise for when you woke up to remind you of your antics from the night before. all minghao had wanted was an egg or two for the cake he was trying to bake and now he had to navigate this awkward situation. chan doesn't even panic when he sees hao standing in the middle of your apartment. he knows you two are friends, he knows you gave hao the code to the front door. but then he sees minghao glancing at the refrigerator as if he's trying to tell him something and it dawns on him. "fuck." minghao just nods. "please pretend you didn't see that." "i wish i hadn't. you're an idiot." "tell me something i don't know."

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen reactions #svt reactions

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Lilies and Thistles: Chibs Telford X OC Fic

This fic is at least a decade old, but I am starting up updating it again. I figured it can't hurt to share the first chapter here.

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Lily Unser managed to stumble out from the rain while keeping a tight grip on her leather camera cases. She knew that if she allowed the slick rain to trip her up and pull one of the cases from her grasp then she'd be screwed.

Cameras and photography equipment weren't cheap and she only had as much as she had thanks to the wonders of hunting for deals through online shopping and Black Friday sales.

She'd long ago developed the ability to maneuver through the rain without slipping. By now she had it all down to a fine art. It was a necessary skill when it came to living in a constantly rainy place like Seattle.

When she'd first moved from Charming California to Seattle Washington she had been looking forward to the rain and cold weather, but now she was missing the warmth of California and the small town atmosphere of Charming.

She guessed that old saying there's no place like home rang true.

Lily was spent just as she always seemed to be after a long afternoon and night of working weddings. Wedding Photography was a pain in the ass, but it paid generously.

It was a good job for her to have over her summer break from school. Doing wedding photography allowed her to fine tune her talents while keeping her rent paid and food in her fridge.

The pay almost wasn't worth the trouble though. Lily had reached her limit for the day of dealing with a highstrung bitchy bridezilla, a snooty mother in law and mother of the bride, drunken groomsmen, and a father in law who'd thought it was a great idea to pinch Lily's bottom.

It had been enough to make Lily wish that she could partake in the flowing open bar. A nice tropical Blue Hawaii or a fruity Mai Tai would have been the perfect drink to take the edge of the day and night right off.

She knew enough though to realize that most brides and grooms weren't too thrilled when their wedding photographer took a break to get tipsy off free booze.

Lily wanted nothing more than to get out of her black strappy high heels, slip out of her black cocktail dress, undo her long dark hair from it's twist, and collapse in her modest twin bed. She was too exhausted to even entertain the idea of grabbing a quick shower and washing the dark makeup from her face.

She knew that she would have to wake up bright and early tomorrow and make it to the darkroom at the art and photography academy she was attending, so she could develop all these photos she'd taken.

The bride and groom she'd worked for had insisted on going with the old fashioned traditional film route over the digital camera route.

It was a pain in the ass to develop the film, but at least it gave Lily some much needed quiet time.

The darkroom had always been Lily's sanctuary. She could go sit in it and put her mind to rest for a moment as she developed film.

She had always loved the process of seeing pictures develop from practically nothing. To Lily the entire process was the closest thing to magic she would ever witness.

She'd spent the past three years of her life attending the Art Institute in Seattle. She was studying Media Arts focusing primarily on Photography, and was loving every second of it.

She'd spent the first year and a half after high school attending a community college in Seattle studying Accounting. It had been her father's idea.

Sheriff Wayne Unser had wanted his daughter to have a good education in a secure field. Accounting had been the perfect career for Lily, or at least according to her father it had been perfect. She'd hated the program and had left a year into it. She'd switched her major a couple of times before leaving school for a little while as she attempted to figure out just what she wanted. She'd worked odd jobs around Seattle ignoring pleas to come home and give a local community college a shot.

Lily's true love laid in art and photography and she'd used this love to guide her future. Yes she was good with numbers, but her heart laid in taking pictures.

So she'd worked hard to get back into school, finish up her core courses, and had gone for her true love in an art program. Her dad hadn't had much room to argue over this decision. As a grown woman nearing her later twenties, her father had long ago had to accept that Lilian Unser was an adult

Lily had always been strong willed and the sheriff knew by now not to get in her way.

The only reason Lily had been able to get into the art institute was because she'd worked her ass off getting every scholarship and every bit of financial aid she could get her paws on. She'd worked hard and she knew that it was all worth it at the end of the day.

Lily knew for a fact that she didn't want to photograph weddings for the rest of her life. She'd only been doing it for a few months; freelancing, and she'd hated every second of it.

The money was what kept her coming back though. She was a struggling photography student with no family nearby, money was something she couldn't refuse.

What Lily wanted more than anything was to be an independent photographer. She wanted to work on her own terms. She wanted her own studio. She wanted to hang her works up in galleries where people would come near and far to view.

She wanted success. To her success meant no more bitch brides, no more drunken jerks pinching her bottom or asking her to dance, and no more being up on her feet in all too high heels while carting around a heavy camera.

Lily entered her dark studio apartment somehow managing to make it to the ringing phone sitting by her sofa, without tripping over any dirty laundry or shoes.

She did her best to hide her exhaustion as she spoke up. "Hello."

Lily widened her eyes stunned to hear her father's voice on the other end of the line. "Hey kid."

Wayne Unser and his daughter weren't the type to have long conversations over the phone. It didn't mean that they didn't care for one another. It was just that talking on the phone had never been their thing.

Long talks over the phone had always been Lily's godmother Gemma's thing. Gemma Teller Morrow spent just about every Wednesday calling Lily to check in on her.

Lily cleared her throat doing her best to hide her shock as she spoke. "How are you? Is everything okay with Della and the girls?"

She cringed a bit at her question. To be honest she couldn't care less about her step mother and her half sisters. Della had never taken to her step daughter and Lily had never taken to her.

Kate and Jade Unser were both a bit spoiled by their mother Della. Lily had always felt animosity for her 24 year old and sixteen year old half sisters.

When Lily was younger she'd tried hard to please Della, but it had become clear fast to Lily that Della and she were never going to get along. She'd tried hard to bond with her sisters but Della had always made a point of spoiling the girls while Lily was lucky if she got something other than hand-me-downs at the start of a new school year.

Lily knew it was cliché but she had always felt a bit like a fairy tale brought to life; a girl whose mother had run off leaving her with her father, an evil step mother and evil step sisters. It was all a bit too much like Cinderella when Lily really let herself think about it.

She shook her head a bit at the Cinderella thought. Life wasn't a fairy tale and she sure as hell wasn't Cinderella.

Lily knew that her step mom was just a bitch who held a grudge against Lily's mother. Lily knew that her step sisters were just rotten. And that this was all just life; life could sometimes be shitty.

There was no dashing prince charming coming to rescue her, and the closest thing she had to a fairy godmother was Gemma Teller Morrow.

She was pretty sure that the Grimm Brothers weren't picturing Gemma when they wrote about Cinderella's magical godmother.

She twisted her mouth a bit trying not to burst out laughing at the thought of badass biker queen Gemma being anyone's fairy godmother. She found herself easily picturing Gemma turning a pumpkin into a motorcycle.

Lily shook her head at the ridiculous thought leaving it all to it just being a long night stacked on top of sleep deprivation.

She turned her attention back to her father as he spoke. "They're okay...Kate's engaged and Jade is getting ready for her junior year of high school. Jadey made first chair with the cello. Della wants you to do Kate's engagement photos. The wedding is taking place this fall...and it's costing me an arm and a leg. I keep telling Katie that she has to leave some money in my savings account for when Jade ties the knot. At least I know I can count on you to stay on budget when you get married."

Lily let out a soft sigh not thrilled at the prospect of dealing with Kate getting married. She had a feeling that her half sister would put most of the bridezillas Lily had to deal with for work to shame.

She hated to think of how bad Della would be about this whole wedding thing.

"I tried to call you on your cell, but it went straight to voice mail." Unser pointed out lightly scolding his eldest daughter.

He worried about Lily being so far from home. If it had been up to him she would have gone to school in Oakland, but Lily had gotten scholarships to Seattle and he'd known that they'd be fools to turn down that opportunity.

Lily sat down on the arm of her old beaten up brown sofa as she reached down finally freeing her feet from those awful heels. "I turn it off when I'm working weddings...Most brides aren't too happy when Ace of Spades starts blaring out during their vows."

Unser laughed at this comment stopping to cough mid laugh. Lily frowned at the cough her intuition sparking at how horrible it sounded. Something was wrong with her dad; she could just sense it.

She spoke up almost not recognizing her voice. Lily found herself feeling more like a child than a twenty four year old woman. "Are you okay daddy?"

Unser took a deep breath his voice sounding so heavy as though he had the world sitting on his shoulders at that moment. "I have bad news sweetheart...It's my colon...fucking cancer. The doctors say it doesn't look good...I'm sick Lil. I need you."

And with that little statement Lily quickly realized that the life she'd known in Seattle was over.

Her dad needed her and she had to be there for him.

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Sheriff Wayne Unser glanced across the arm rest onto the passengers seat of his old Ford Pickup truck, where his young daughter sat her arms crossed over her waist as she peered out the window.

Unser was surprised to find that his daughter had changed in her time away. Though she still looked younger than she really was it was clear that she'd grown into her features loosing a tiny bit of the baby-fat she'd held as a teenager.

Her long dark brown hair was pulled up into a high pony tail revealing a youthful pale face. Her big dark eyes were locked on the scenery as it passed them by.

The only things Lily had seemed to inherit from her dad were brown eyes and brown hair. The rest of her was all her mother, or at least Unser was sure it was her mother though some might argue her larger eyes had come from Unser.

Lily's mom had been a pretty young thing whom Unser had met at a bar. It had been a bad time in his life; his dad had just died and his relationship with Della had hit a rocky patch.

Vera had been her name, or at least that was what she'd told Wayne Unser. She'd been an attractive woman much like Lily, average height, a pear-shaped body, a sweet petite smile, an upturned little nose, and big doe eyes.

Unser shook his head still a little stunned at how much Lily had taken after the woman. His daughter had grown into a gorgeous young lady. In her time away it seemed she'd matured losing some of the baby fat she'd held at eighteen.

In a way Unser could admit he found it dismaying to realize she'd grown in her time away. It wasn't as though she'd taken many visits back home or at least her visits with him had seemed so short. She may have come home for the occasional Christmas, but her visits to Gemma Teller Morrow had always seemed to a little less brief than her visits with her father and his family.

Realizing that his oldest child truly was now an adult left Unser feeling a bittersweet sense of discomfort. In a way he had thought of her, in her absence, as the fresh faced eighteen year old who'd left California for Washington years before. She may be nearing 25 but he'd always see her as a child.

He cleared his throat trying his best to make small talk with Lily. "I have a futon in the office set up for you. Kate is staying in her old room while her fiance and her plan the wedding, and Jade is in hers...Della turned your old room into a craft room and she'd skin me alive if I touched anything in there...so the office is just going to have to cut it till I can get you set up with an apartment."

Lily turned to face her father giving him a sheepish smile trying to hide her irritation that Della had taken over her room the second she'd moved out. "That's okay dad...I talked to Gemma last night while I was packing up some final things, and she wants me to stay with Clay and her. They have the room for me so it's no trouble. I can stay in one of their guest rooms till we get me a place of my own. It'll work out...You won't have to sacrifice your office for me."

Unser nodded his head trying to hide the annoyance he felt over Gemma sticking her nose in to this, but he knew better than to be shocked. This was Gemma after all.

He should have known that Gemma would stick her nose into things the second he'd made her Lily's godmother.

He let out a sigh turning his eyes back to the road. He could admit that at times he felt as though he didn't understand a thing about his daughter.

It was his own fault. He knew this.

He'd been so tied up with work that he often hadn't taken the time to really connect with Lily. Della just made everything all the more complicated.

Della Unser resented Lily. She saw the young woman as a constant reminder that Wayne hadn't remained faithful during their rocky patch.

Della couldn't help but to feel bitter when she looked at her husband and his daughter. Della hated the fact that Lily had taken the place in Unser's heart as his first born child; his baby girl.

Unser frowned remembering the day Lily had been brought to his front stoop by her mother. The way Vera had shoved a crying Lily into his arms while a pregnant Della stared on.

Wayne shifted the crying infant in his arms feeling lost as how he could get her to calm down. He sighed when he stared down at her realizing that her little face was as pink as the onesie she was wearing.

The yelling hadn't helped the already fussy baby's temperament. The little girl had already been screeching when she'd been shoved into his arms but Della's screams had only made it worse.

Wayne still remembered the exact words Della had screamed at him as she'd stormed out of their tiny house ''I'm going to stay with my mother. You handle this you prick.''

Wayne sighed guilt flooding him as he remembered the way Della had glared at little Lily. She looked at the infant as though Lily was a cyst on the face of humanity.

It wasn't the child's fault. It was all him, Wayne knew that.

Della and he'd had a fight the night Lily had been conceived. He'd gone off to a bar to drink away his heartache. He'd met Vera that night at the bar. She had been so gorgeous. Her long dark hair had been so long that it had almost almost reached down to her hips. She'd had a mischievous little smile on her face as she'd sipped her beer. The bell-bottoms she'd been wearing had hugged her backside perfectly.

Wayne could remember that Vera had reminded him of Cher; tall and gorgeous.

That night Vera and he'd shared a few beers and talked about the music playing over the loudspeaker. They'd both loved the Allman Brothers and Janis Joplin. They'd gotten tipsy and after a bit of flirting they'd wound up back at a motel where they'd slept together.

He'd spent a passion filled night with Vera unaware that this little life had been created.

The girl's name was Lilian; Lilian Winter Unser.

Wayne was little Lilian's father Vera had insisted as she shoved the screaming infant into his arms.

Wayne had barely had time to squeeze a word out as Vera spoke. ''I'm leaving her here with you. You have a good set up here Wayne. You can give our daughter everything I can't. I don't have anything to give her. I just can't be a mom...I'm not ready to take care of a kid. Please be good to her and tell her I loved her.''

And with that Vera had walked away jumping into the taxi she'd taken leaving Wayne in the dust with a crying baby and a pissed off pregnant fiancee.

Wayne knew that Vera might have a point about him being the more stable option for Lily. He had a nice little home and a good job with the police station. He was normal compared to Vera.

Vera didn't have much from what he knew; though it was the early eighties Vera was still locked in the hippie free love lifestyle. She never stayed in one place too long. She drove from town to town doing whatever it took to survive. She was always on the move like a modern day nomad. Vera was a free-spirit too careless and unstable to be a proper mom to a little girl.

Wayne had done the only thing he could think of at a time like this. He'd reached for the telephone calling the only person in the world he could think to call; his childhood best friend Gemma Teller.

Lily was still screeching as Gemma entered the room her high heeled boots clicking against the wood floor.

She shook her head staring down at the upset infant. "Shit Wayne. What have you done?"

"I fucked up Gem. Her mom is god knows where. She just dropped her on me...I don't know what to do? I mean I could leave the kid with my mom but what about Della?" Wayne spat out shifting Lily in his arms.

Gemma narrowed her eyes at Wayne stepping closer to him. Her voice took on a stern dangerous tone as she replied to this. "You aren't dumping this little girl on your mom. Fuck what Della thinks. This is your daughter. Family is forever Wayne. You can't tell me that you don't feel something for this baby girl?"

He sighed knowing that Gemma was right. The second Vera had placed the little girl in his arms he'd felt something in his heart pull. Despite all the dramatics and chaos Wayne knew he loved his baby girl.

He wasn't going to send her away to his mother's like she was something he should be ashamed of. No her conception hadn't been under the best circumstances, but she was still his child.

He was going to do the right thing; be a dad.

Wayne shook his head his mind going a mile a second. "What am I going to do Gemma. I don't have anything for her...no crib, no toys. There's barely any clothing but what's in that backpack. Anything I have is for the other baby...that's if Della comes back after this mess."

Gemma tossed her purse down on the sofa taking the baby from Wayne's arms as she spoke. "I'll get into my storage locker. I should have some shit left over from Jax and Thomas."

Wayne cringed at this statement; Thomas. Little Thomas Teller had died just the year before of a heart condition. He hadn't been much older than Lily was now.

Gemma didn't let Wayne's look of pity deter her as she shifted the sobbing infant in her arms. "What's her name?"

"Lilian Winter Unser." He remarked still a little stunned that Vera had given the girl his last name.

Vera had left the child's social security card and her birth certificate in the small backpack of things she'd left.

All that was in the bag not counting these two documents were a few purple and white dresses, a white onsie with little yellow ducks on it, a small package of diapers, formula, and a little white teddy bear.

Wayne knew he'd need more than that to raise a child. He needed a crib, a carseat, a changing table, more clothing, more diapers, toys, a stroller, and at least a dozen other things.

His brain ached as he realized just how much it took to raise a baby. His brain only ached more when he realized he'd be raising two babies once Della gave birth that is.

She shook her head at this name. "Well that's no good. Lily...we'll call her Lily."

"Why does she keep crying? I can't get her to settle down...you don't think there's something wrong with her do you?" Wayne blurted out his dark eyes growing wide as he stared at Lily.

Gemma rolled her eyes at just how clueless Unser was; a typical male. She spoke as she patted the infants damp bottom. "She needs to be changed."

She didn't give Wayne the chance to say anything as she snatched up the backpack heading to the back bedroom.

She spread a blanket out on the bed making quick work of unfastening Lily's little onsie. As soon as the baby had a fresh diaper on she calmed.

Gemma smirked a bit as the little girl smiled up at her one of her tiny hands reaching up to play with one of Gemma's necklaces.

She spoke to the girl her voice soft and soothing "You've got a long road ahead of you Lily...that father of yours is a disaster and don't even get me started on his fiancee. Don't you worry bout shit though. No one's going to hurt you as long as I'm around. You have Momma Gemma to look out for you."

Unser let out a huff knowing that he probably wouldn't have made it through Lily's first few years without Gemma.

Gemma had long played a mother role in Lily's life.

It bothered Unser to admit this. After all Della was her step mother and should be a mother to Lily.

Lily and Della had done nothing but fight all their lives though. Wayne hoped that with all the pain of his illness the two would come to tolerate one another and might even learn to lean on one another.

He spoke up knowing the perfect way to maybe start that bonding between his wife and daughter. "Della wants you to come over for dinner next Friday."

"Della want's me to come for dinner?" Lily replied raising an eyebrow at this. She could see straight through that comment enough to see the bullshit.

Lily shook her head feeling a little guilty that her step mother and she couldn't find a common ground. She silently reminded herself that she'd given Della all the opportunities on the planet to be a good mom and Della had failed time and time again.

It was no shock that Lily had moved out of the Unser household and had moved in with Gemma and Clay when she was fifteen.

Gemma had welcomed Lily with open arms and had made sure that Lily was taken care of, just the way a mom should.

"I'll think about it." Lily blurted out knowing that this was the easiest way to tell her father no.

She had a feeling she couldn't avoid her step mother forever though.

Lily felt her stomach roll at the thought of facing Della Unser. No one could drive Lily up the wall faster than her step mother.

Yep No place like home.

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Lily practically jumped out of the truck as it pulled into TM Auto.

She ran to Gemma her arms encircling the woman a soft laugh escaping her lips as she spoke. "Momma Gemma."

"Hey baby. Look at you. You've grown up so much." Gemma replied smiling at the young woman who she'd always seen as a daughter.

Wayne sighed as he exited the truck watching his daughter and his friend together. He could admit he was a bit envious over the way Lily looked up at Gemma.

Lily adored the woman. She always had.

Though Unser was thankful that Gemma had been there for his daughter he couldn't help but to be irritated at the way Gemma was always jumping into things when it came to Lily.

Gemma had given Lily everything her little heart desired; a car when it was time to start driving, new clothing, jewelry, a place to live and hideout when Lily had gotten into a big fight with Della or Wayne.

After a while it had seemed as though Gemma was Lily's parent not Unser.

Gemma only saw this as her being there for Lily. She saw how Della treated Lily. Gemma knew that Wayne was too damn blind to see the truth. Della had always had a hold over Unser, even when it came to Lily.

Unser gritted his jaw as Gemma spoke up. "Come on baby lets get you settled in. I've already looked at some apartments for you and I may have sweet talked Clay into getting you some furniture."

Lily grabbed her suitcase from the back of Unser's truck giving her father a hug as she spoke. "I'll see you later dad. Call me after your appointment."

Unser let out a sigh watching his little girl walk away and disappear into TM Auto's tiny office.

Sometimes he wished he could turn back the clock. Maybe if he could do that he could fix all the mistakes he'd made with his baby girl.

Chibs Telford frowned looking up from the Harley he'd been reconstructing as he saw Sheriff Unser's old pickup truck pull into the parking lot.

It wasn't police business at least Chibs realized. Still though the sight of the sheriff always made his stomach churn, never mind the fact that Unser had been on the Sons payroll long before Chibs had even come to Charming.

He was perfectly ready to stare back at the Harley until the passengers' door on the truck opened up revealing a petite young woman.

Chibs let his eyes scan the young woman's body not helping but to like what he saw. The black jeans she wore showed her hips and bottom off perfectly and the low cut plum tank top she wore under her jean jacket showed off a small but perky set of breasts. He could see three necklaces dangling in between her cleavage; a long uncut rough clear crystal that was wrapped around wire hanging from a chain and two thinner silver chains with tiny heart trinkets hanging from them.

What Chibs liked the most though was her long dark hair. It was pulled up high into a ponytail. Chibs was sure that if she took her hair down it would reach down to the small of her back. He had to admire her smooth pale skin as well. Her skin seemed all the more milky when paired with those big dark eyes of hers.

She was pretty, he'd be a liar if he tried to deny it.

His interests were only peaked as Gemma left the office to be ambushed with a hug from the young woman.

He raised an eyebrow at the words that left the young woman's mouth Momma Gemma.

Chibs was puzzled as he saw Gemma smile down at the girl the same way he'd seen the Queen of SAMCRO smile at Jax Teller.

This was an interesting development Chibs realized.

In the five years he'd lived in Charming he'd never once seen a woman make Gemma smile like that.

Whoever this girl was she was obviously close to Gemma's heart, which Chibs knew wasn't an easy task.

Her closeness to Gemma only sparked Chibs' interest.

He continued to work as he tried to casually eavesdrop on this woman's conversations with Gemma and Unser.

Chibs found himself dying to at least know this woman's name.

He was sure he'd never seen her around town before. He was pretty sure he'd remember a pretty face like that not to mention a body like that.

He widened his eyes as the young woman gave Unser a tight hug. He only caught one word from her mouth dad.

Chibs sighed realizing that he had no place looking at this woman, not when she was a cop's daughter.

Chibs reluctantly decided that he better keep his distance if he knew what was best for him. Flirting with the sheriff's daughter wasn't a bright plan. Following his instincts with this girl was just asking for trouble.

He wasn't sure why he was so damn fascinated anyhow. After all it wasn't like he didn't see pretty girl's every damn day of the week.

The clubhouse was full of sexy women who'd gladly spread their legs for him without him even having to say a word.

A small voice in the back of his head pointed out the obvious though The girls in the clubhouse had been passed around from guy to guy at least a dozen times or more. The croweaters didn't make Gemma smile like that.

Chibs sighed knowing the truth; the truth was he was sick of the croweaters. It wasn't really any fun when you could get a woman without having to put the work into it.

As much as he hated to admit it he missed having more than sex with a woman. Yes sex was nice and all; it felt good and it was satisfying. But the satisfaction never lasted and at the end of the day Chibs was always left sleeping alone.

He was tired of always sleeping alone.

Chibs hadn't been able to move on from Fiona and all that had happened back in Ireland; all that had drove him to the MC and to Charming California.

He had almost gotten accustomed to being alone. It was just that when he saw a pretty girl like that, a girl that made the Queen of SAMCRO smile, his mind allowed itself to dream of maybe having something more than sex with her.

Chibs shook his head at these thoughts.

He knew these were just the thoughts of a foolish man, a man who wasn't getting any younger and didn't have a life that any woman would want to be a part of.

Despite the fact that Chibs knew it was best to just ignore his curiosity and stay back he found himself peeking back at Gemma and the woman as they disappeared into the office.

He let out a huff realizing that staying away would be harder than he thought.

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its2sasha · 24 days

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TOKYO REVENGERS X STARK!READERpt.4

warning: english is not my firts language, the reader is referred to as 'you'

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Mitsuya swung you around and then sat down on the swing next to you, "Why does it have to be like this?"

Mitsuya turned towards you, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. So… I came here to be normal… but within a week I got into trouble.."

Mitsuya's phone rang, "Excuse me….. I think your mother is calling?"

He gave you the phone. You looked at the phone that was constantly ringing, you shouldn"hey?"

There was just silence, when you checked the phone number you realized it didn't belong to Pepper. You handed the phone back to Mitsuya.

"wrong number..."

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"finding a girl shouldn't be this hard! Where is y/n stark?!"

As the leader yelled at a few men, someone walked in with a 'I bring you great news' grin on his face, "Sir, I've reached Y/n Stark."

The leader said nothing, came closer and held the man on both sides of his face, "well done… well done… so where is she? Take us to her. Quick."

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After saying goodbye to Mitsuya, you were walking home with small steps.

You wanted to check if the man had taken anything with him when he left, but you still took the big stick you found on the road with you, just in case.

You quietly entered and went through all the rooms of the house, "Jarvis, turn on all security measures"

Jarvis said, "That's it. There is a message from Mrs. Pepper, sir. Do you want me to open it?"

When you entered the living room you said, "Yes, but please hurry. I'm very tired."

You heard your mother's voice as Jarvis opened the message, "Y/N, did Morgan ever call you?! I can't find her at home! She's just in her room-" The message was cut off there.

After a while someone sent you a message again, it was a video and in the video: you were.

Someone filmed you while you were listening to your mother's voice recording.

but... Learning that your sister was kidnapped, you began to think about your sister's fear and pain.

Although you know that Hydra is behind this action, you do not know what to do to protect your sister, because you are sure that you cannot deal with a powerful group like Hydra alone.

You began to think about what you had to do for your sister's life, and as you tried to figure out what you had to do to find your sister and save her, you began to feel hopeless.

You anticipate Hydra's current power and feel like there's nothing you can do to keep your sister safe, so you don't know what to do and blame yourself for being away from your sister.

While you were worried about your sister's life, you sat on the couch and continued to think about what you should do for Morgan.

You thought about how seriously threatened your sister's life was, and you felt angry at yourself for your own lack of strength.

You didn't know where to start.

Maybe you should have found the person who filmed you first. No… your family first.

Kazutora planned to leave after taking one last photo. But she gave up when he noticed that you were sitting on the couch crying instead of leaving the house.

why were you crying? Because of the video he sent you?

No… it can't be, at least he thinks so.

He followed you until now and saw how you escaped from the man who came to your house.

A normal person would shout and throw himself out of the window instead of quietly getting out of the window. That's probably what he would do if he were you.

He silently walked away from the roof of the building.

Meanwhile, you; You were about to go crazy thinking about your sister. You quickly stood up and went to the kitchen and grabbed the gun from the bottom drawer.

Someone knocked on your door, you approached the door, hiding the gun in your waist.

When you looked through the peephole, you saw that there were 2 people. They looked about your age, but one was taller.

Another person appeared on the stairs, he had blonde locks in his black hair, "didn't she open the door?"

The taller one spoke, "No. Are you sure it's the right place?" He took a pack out of his pocket, "The girl may not be home…" He lit his cigarette and took a deep breath.

The other boy was silently listening to them, when suddenly his eyes turned to you.

You felt as if there was no door between you. You slowly and quietly backed away, then went back to the kitchen.

You opened the window again while talking to yourself, "This glass is my destiny… both stupid and smart…"

While you had just opened the window, suddenly the sound of glass breaking came from the living room.

They broke your window and were now in your house. again. "God… please… help me…"

You took out the gun from your waist and this time you decided not to act like a coward but to confront them.

You entered the living room, leaning against the walls.

There was no one there, but the glass was broken. You felt a breath on your neck, the person covered your mouth with one hand and immobilized you by folding your arms behind your back. "Tell us where the stones are, Stark."

At first you didn't understand what he was talking about, but then the stones that Steve removed from your father's body came to your mind.

You bit the man's hand to make him release your head, then you swung your head back and hit the man on the nose.

The man released you completely to use his other hand to hold your nose.

After quickly taking out the gun from your waist, you pointed it at the man, "Is that all you want? Because if so, my answer is no. Those stones disappeared, they all shattered."

The man looked at you with a smile, "So… is there a love message you'd like to send to your family? Because this will probably be the last one."

"what?", "oh and… there has been a slight change in what was planned for your sister. The red room will not be rebuilt. But the hydra will be stronger… thanks to you."

I aimed for the man's head. "where is my family?"

Another person grabbed your neck from behind and knocked your gun out of your hand. "you b*stard!"

You leaned forward and wrapped your hands around the arms around his neck, but someone else had the gun now, “give me the stones.”

You took a deep breath, "They're all gone, I don't know where they are now."

"Well, tell me where my family is and I'll help you find the stones, okay?"

"oh how cute… you do everything for your family"

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Sorry it's so short! And I'm sorry for keeping you waiting♡

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xmortuarykittyx · 3 months

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Daddy’s Got You Now…

description: In which, Megumi Fushiguro needs a mother and his father needs someone to keep under his thumb.

warnings: 18+, mentions of dubious content; older Toji (early to mid 30’s), younger reader (early 20’s), daddy kink mentioned, spit mentioned, manipulation, use of a child against someone, forced relationship, forced coercion, innocent reader, forced dom/sub relationship, domestic violence, crying, bodily fluids and mentions of male and female anatomy.

:dead dove; do not eat:

love… it can come in all kinds of forms; but those who crave it lick it off of a jagged knives edge, begging for more once it slices into the tastebuds that savor the blood and feeling of being “loved”.

Puddles of water splashed under his feet, pants soaked from the sidewalk cracks, water pooling together. his mind too focused on his inner monologue than where his feet ended up. just a bottle of whiskey and he'd rush back home to make sure the brat didn't wake up while he was gone. another knock on the neighbors door and Megumi was sure to be taken away from him. maybe a mother for Megumi wasn't a bad idea, someone he didn't have to pay to watch his kid. he was a ladies man; he had plenty of one night stands before megumi popped his little head out and ruined them, fingers digging in his eyes as he whined about being woken up, probably by whoever's whorish moans he had in his bed that night. fortunately, for megumi, those nights had ended. shiu had send off toji on another manhunt, leaving him no time for women... besides one.

another day… another murder… another sleepless night hearing his son snore away in his room, small body wrapped tightly into blanket, hands under his chest as the toddler breathes evenly. the sounds of the night fill his ears, making room for his slightly blurry vision to adjust to the street lamp peeking out from the curtains. his breath smelt of liquor, the cheap stuff that kept his mind off his life and away from his toddler, his lip curling in the thought of tasting another one of those beers..., if he had another beer. a whiskey, vodka, sake, tequila- well, maybe not that one. a gruff and hoarse scoff left his lips, fingers tightening on the creaking cabinet door, careful not to wake up his son, the boy had been moodier here recently, having just had a mother's day dance at his school. Of course, Megumi Fushiguro had no mother to dance with or brush his hair out of his eyes for pictures. He didn't have a dad that went in place of the mother either; that's how Toji ended up with a brooding, pouted lip photo of his son hanging on the fridge.

"that boy needs a mother!", the woman at the corner store had told him over and over, seeing the boy overburden his arms with junk food and chubby cheeks. "don't you ever feed him?", the woman pried, her fingers pointing at the green eyed boy who jut out his bottom lip in return. "maybe if you could mind your own business, hag, gonna make my son cry at it too? none of your fucking business about his mother or his eating habits-", toji felt like a vein was going to pop out of his skull, his eye twitching at the memory, Its nobody's fucking business about his life. maybe he wasn't the world best father to the mutt of a child- maybe he had let the kid miss a meal or two by accident. he worked a lot and it took a lot of his time to hunt down whatever target Shiu offered.

"toji?', she looked so much like a child, her fingers digging into her sleepy eyes, rubbing away the film that left her vision of him slighty blurred. "i didnt realize you were home.", her steps were so silent, he hadn't heard them behind him as he turned, seeing the younger girl he'd hired to watch megumi... for less than what she deserved oay. megumi was a child that needed extra care, extra love, something toji couldn't give him, but the college girl next door could. her laptop opened on his coffee table; a blanket messily tossed over the arm rest. "i saw you leave and i figured megumi was sleeping so i came to watch him....", her cheeks lit up, damn, he forgot how shy she was. "'s alright. brat's fed and asleep... didnt have to come over here.", he shrugged. Shoulders rolling out an ache he'd had ever since he got in that brawl with some hot shot sorcerer. her eyes flickered up at him, hearing his voice, it was gruff, but not too deep, he sounded much different than how he looked. "i guess, i should head out now, Gumi had a nightmare while you were gone, i got him back.', her soft tone had toji feeling his head foggier than it already was. she had been a lot of help for the past few weeks, but something didn't go unnoticed by the older man.

"next time ask me before coming over here, brat would've been fine on his own. starting to make me think you're just a nosey bitch", his cruel words didn’t always get under her skin, but when they did it hurt like knives licking up her sides, the same ones she tried to savor his affection from. Sure, he was older… much older than her, but he had his charming sides; like when he would actually show up on time to see Megumi before he went to sleep, or when he’d being back a half-eaten, cold pizza for the kid after a night full of betting… or maybe he didn’t have any redeeming qualities after his first wife passed. Maybe, she just scraped up what she could and held it in her hands, watching it slip past her fingers as she clutched the remainders to her chest. Hoping and praying they’d push past her scarred ribs and plummet into her heart and keep her spirit alive.

WIP tumbler keeps messing me up!

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angel-inrealtime · 1 year

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November F1c Prompts Day 17

TW: passing weight mention (blink and you'll miss it but just in case!!)

A/N: Bonus at the end

Day 17 - Sight (Self)

It started with Polaroids, years ago. A friend brought a camera and stacks of film on a trip and it was nice, actually, to keep the little snapshots in all their imperfect glory, scattered on pin boards and tucked in phone cases, used as bookmarks and found in the bottom of suitcases.

You bought one that travels with you pretty much everywhere, now.

Then Lando breaks up with his girlfriend and you jokingly suggest he find a hobby, because that’s what you did when that was a thing you had to worry about. Except your hobby had been Formula 1, because a friend had a spare ticket not long after The Breakup, and then they’d had a friend from school in Daniel’s garage who had introduced you all and...well, the rest is history.

(Lando fake gags at the story whenever he hears it)

He announces he’s going to learn how to DJ, something like manic triumph in his eyes. You just nod encouragingly, absorbed in a proposal on your laptop. Daniel indulges him with questions, shooting for the hoop on the door every so often. Then he buys the camera, because it’s too hard to take DJ gear on the road to occupy him in the in-between times of a race weekend.

Daniel turns the Leica over in his hands when Lando goes to do a phone interview from his driver room, curious look on his face. “There’s so much...stuff…to know.” He muses, flipping through the menus.

You look up from your laptop, taking the time to respond to emails while they go between press commitments. You and Blake are probably a familiar sight in the hospitality area, tops of heads over twin laptops. “It’s a nice way to remember things though, like that.”

“Yeah but a phone camera...”

“When was the last time you looked at photos on you phone after the fact? For something other than an Instagram dump.” You clarify as he opens his mouth, indignant.

“Touché.” Daniel concedes. Blake laughs from across the table.

“I guess it’s like the yoga thing right? Doing something just for the sake of doing it. No other reason, or like...not secondary to something else. Just to remember things at exactly that point.”

Daniel looks at you thoughtfully. “That’s really nice, actually.”

So you’re not surprised, when Daniel buys a camera in Japan, and you watch him get comfortable with the weight of it in his hands in stages. He shows you some pictures as he takes them when you re-join the traveling circus before Austin, concentrating for the first while on fiddling with the settings between shots.

As each race weekend goes on though, marching relentlessly towards the end of what you think privately might be the most difficult time in his life, you watch the way he starts to fiddle less – not because he’s dialled in the settings to shoot the perfect photos, but because he’s taking pictures to remember the feelings.

The actual pictures are fine (some are horrendous), but Daniel has always brought out smiles in people, and he’s unwittingly capturing people at their best, happy just from sharing proximity with him even as he proclaims he has no idea what he’s doing.

You know him well enough to know that he’s committing it all to his own memory, not just the little file in the cloud he uploads them all to. Little pockets of sunshine in a year (or two, maybe) that have been occasionally dark and stormy, but mostly just dreary and grey. You know more than most the toll the last few years have taken on him, the damage done from not recognising the spiral sooner, and you remember all the stages along the way; ‘it’s just not being able to go home’ to ‘it’s just growing up’ to ‘I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine’. (So thin that his mum had cried to you, once he left for Singapore and you stayed on the farm). But through it all it’s never put a ceiling on his capacity to love and appreciate the people around him.

Usually you’re in a photo or two from the weekend in the groups he uploads to the separate account, and it’s kind of enchanting, to see how he sees the world around him...

To think it’s how he sees you.

He takes pictures of you like you hung the moon and stars just for him (like you’re precious). You think about it when you grab the camera to flip through them and find your eyes prickling a little.

You didn’t know you could look like that.

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Look at the soul -Part 7 Lady in red

Cillian Murphy x OC

Series Master list (Bonus photos in the end)

I wanted to post this part so so bad… @heidimoreton THANK YOU for creating the perfect moodboard for this chapter, you really can’t imagine how much it means to me, I treasure this image so close to my heart ♥️ you captured the essence perfectly and the fact that you decided to create this for me is beyond words, from the bottom of my heart! I can’t thank you enough for taking the time and creativity to make this beauty! These women, the quotes, the butterfly 🦋, the Hollywood vanity everything is breathtaking !

And we have two new characters @shelbydelrey @imichelle-l-rigby thank you for your constant support through this and other stories 💖🥰 it means so so much

Song Lady in red- by Chris De Burgh

Cillian needed so bad this walk, to clear his head. He had to leave rehearsals early that day because his in-laws decided to show up in his house unannounced to have dinner with the kids and were scandalized to learn he was working in a play and he wasn’t at home, the kids arrived a few minutes earlier than their aunt, but their grandparents were already there and not very pleased when he arrived almost an hour later.

That dinner left him a bitter taste and frustrated so the fresh air was the only thing keeping him from punching something. Andrew decided to play video games with their neighbors.

“Why was grandma so serious? She looked pissed.” Ben’s voice brought him back to present time.

“Well, it’s no secret they never liked the idea of me being an actor and the consequences of it.” Cillian knew his son was old enough to understand things better.

“Like what?”

“Like… being away for months while filming.”

Ben looked up at his father. “But you’re always around someway.”

He was relieved to learn his son didn’t have an image an absent father of him. “I know buddy, that’s why you don’t have to worry about it.”

Despite the differences he might have with his in-laws, he didn’t want them to look at his late wife’s parents differently, he wanted to help them being close to their relatives.

“When you go on tour with the play, who will watch us?”

Cillian handed his son Scout’s leash before hiding his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He still needed to sort that out.

“I’ll come and go as much as I can, probably my mum or your aunts the days I can’t make it.”

“And we can go on the weekends!”

“I’d love that.” Cillian smiled thinking how many times his sons had joined him while working away.

“Can you ask Heidi about the theater school?” Ben wanted to know, those plans were canceled due to his mother’s passing.

“I’ll, although I’m sure she will open her course once we finish the dates for the play.”

“I hope she does! Do you think she will make me go through the casting and all?” His eyes were wide open, the wind blowing his fringe.

Cillian chuckled. “What makes you think you don’t have to do the casting? Ey?” He ruffled his hair with one hand.

“Because you know her!” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Actually I’ll ask her to be tougher with you, no special treatment.” He laughed and whistled Scout to go back home.

Ben looked down, debating whenever to ask or not his father. “Dad… how did you and mum meet?”

Cillian felt like getting stabbed. Like the air was taken away from him. It was a strange sensation and something he didn’t feel he’d ever get used to.

“In high school.” He answered after taking control again. “We started studying together, then we got into college and eventually we got married.”

Looking up, he found the sky, Cillian found it was pretty dark and quiet now, the stars shining down at them and moon illuminating their way back home.

“Do you remember when Ma woke us all up and it was a holiday?”

He could swear his heart did a little flip inside his chest. The memories flowing like a wave.

“And we got you and your brother dressed in record time, only realized it was a holiday until we reached the school’s steps and it was closed.” Cillian swore he skipped so many red lights that day, trying to get the boys on time.

He felt like he was failing at keeping their mother’s memory alive, some days his own memories with his late wife seemed to be fading away.

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“There’s my girl!” Enda wrapped an arm around her shoulders to show her acrylic mirror finally, her image would be projected from afar and it would break with the visual and sound effects, he was just making a demonstration with the remote. “So you won’t have seven years of bad luck.”

Marianne smiled pleased. “Love it!”

“And your image will be in the background too divided in two columns, when the mirror breaks, so will your image giving the sensation that the pieces will be flying to the public.” He explained excited.

She could totally picture the scene in her mind.

“Thank you for making my dream come true.” Enda gave her a hug. And it made her feel so emotional, that’s what she always wanted, to help someone else chase their dreams.

“Enda you’re going to terrified poor Marianne.” Cillian walked on stage to join them.

“If she didn’t ran off when you approached her with that homeless look, nothing will scare her.” Enda teased back, making both Marianne and Cillian laugh.

“Can you do that again?” She pointed at the remote, “so Cill can see it.”

“This is better than I thought.” Heidi had seen it from one of the seats and it was incredible, she was pleased with her work and the final result.

Cillian snatched the remote from his friend’s hand and pressed the button several times. Enda rushed to get it back before he could mess it up.

After making a few more switches in the scenography, they finally started working on the rehearsal of the day. But the cast couldn’t do much, since Enda had been making a few changes in the script so Marianne decided to sit on top of the bar to be able to take notes.

“If you had plans for today, you’ll have to cancel, rehearsal is about to get long.” Cillian admitted leaning against the bar. He offered her some of his spicy almonds passing on the bag.

“Homework and comparing equipment for the changes you want to make in the recording studio count as plans?”

“Well that’s much better than washing my kid’s smelly laundry and walking my dog. You can join me.” He got back his snack.

“To wash smelly teens clothes? No thanks, a walk with the dog sounds better tho.” She had seen photos of the black lab in his phone, he was lovely.

Snatching the sheets from her hands he asked; “what’s this?”

“Hey!” She protested out loud, Enda looked at them over the edge of his glasses. “I’m writing the corrections he’s making.” She added now in a low voice.

Cillian asked for the pen she was holding with his hand extended. “Here, you need to make a pause, take a deep breath before you connect with this.” He added a mark on the script.

Marianne admitted she was struggling to keep up with Enda because he was talking so fast for her. So instead of helping her, Cillian started talking in Irish just for fun to which she responded in Spanish and neither of them understood the other and they ended up chuckling.

“The only thing in Irish I know is eejit*, Lee shouted at someone who almost hit us with the car once.”

“In Spanish I only know hola and this thing they yell in the stadiums, ehhh pu…” she tried to keep him quiet, interrupting him.

“Don’t say that!”

Cillian laughed.

Enda looked at them again.

Holding the script in his hand, Cillian gave Marianne a little hit in the leg. “You should really pay attention.” He was trying hard to hold his laugh. Then, he shook his head trying to make evident she was the one messing around.

“You started laughing.” Marianne shot him a look of faked indignation.

“Sorry about these undisciplined foreigners.” Cillian shook his head and crossed his arms against his chest.

One of the girls from the cast that got in the play just because Enda owned her father a favor, tried to walk out from the theater pushing a door that had a huge sign that indicated they needed to pull, making some noise in the process. Cillian particularly didn’t like her, she was always showing off the luxury brands she wore with huge designer names all over her.

“And that’s why shampoo has instructions written down.”

Cillian laughed really loud this time by Marianne’s sarcastic comment.

“I didn’t know we had children among the cast.” Enda tried to keep the order.

Marianne took the opportunity to give Cillian a taste of his own medicine. “Sorry Enda, these locals are noisy.”

It was amazing to see how comfortable they were feeling, it surely made things easier.

“What’s this?” Lee asked walking into Marianne’s dressing room after the rehearsal leaning forward to take a better look at the images.

“Like a collage, Cillian suggested it could help me to build the character, I’ve been adding elements I think would be a good fit for Adria.”

Lee nodded, thinking it was a good idea. She found images of Adele, Audrey Hepburn, Julianne Moore, Elizabeth Taylor, a woman reflecting in a broken piece of mirror, quotes. Even a napkin with a kiss printed in a red lipstick with the letter A and an x handwritten.

“Adria is flirty, I like that.” Lee gave Marianne the thumbs up as Isa knocked on the door.

“Are we ready?” Isa was all smiles as she placed a huge and heavy make up case on the vanity.

“Don’t you dare start the fun without me.” Michelle arrived with the hair tools.

Marianne took a deep breath, feeling both excited and nervous about the outcome, but she knew Isa and Michelle were experts in their fields, the best in theater and films, they had worked in so many plays and created endless characters, they knew what they were doing.

“I heard the dress is ready, make yourself at home while I bring it.” She offered a box of snacks she kept in her dressing room and wandered to the theater’s entrance where they left the dress, covered from curious eyes. She thanked the woman at the box office and made her way back to her dressing room, greeting whoever she found in her way, during the last days these people had been her chosen family. Honestly the entire cast was a joy to have around, she had been learning a lot from everyone both personally and professionally.

Lee, Michelle and Isa left the dressing room a moment to allow Marianne to get changed.

The nerves suddenly appeared as she came to the realization of what was about to happen. The red dress was intimidating, beautiful, yes, the fabric was soft and the design was the ultimate dream. But she was about to step in something bigger than her.

She was about to transform finally into the amazing character, looking around she found the photos she had in her mirror of the women that provided some kind of inspiration for her. She was taking bits of each one to create something unique, strong, a breathtaking woman that was about to take the stage in a few weeks to tell her story.

Isa and Michelle requested strictly to not look into the mirror until she had makeup and hair done, so she was nervously smoothing down the fabric of the skirt as the girls walked back in.

“Is about to get noisy here.” Michelle stated as she took the hairdryer, she wanted to go for a mix between Lana del Rey and Adele’s curls, the hairstyle had such a glamorous vibe, and according to her, Marianne’s face shape was similar so it would fit just right.

“Relax, I’m going to pamper your skin first.” Isa covered the dress with a towel to avoid any stain.

Marianne looked at the ceiling as they started to work around. “I feel so spoiled, like a movie star.”

Lee snapped a candid photo of the process, of course she couldn’t post anything online, but she would blurry it for fun. “Well, you are a theater star.”

Marianne chuckled, still not believing how her life could be completely different to what she had planned originally.

To be completely honest, this wasn’t work or a job, with the amount of fun she had at every rehearsal, it felt more like a blessing. Like that very moment, Lee made sure to find the right songs in her playlist to make every minute seem like they were in a karaoke. Until Isa and Michelle shared a look in silence and took a step back, both lost for words.

“What?”

“Oh shit.” Lee mumbled, storming out to go and find Enda.

“No, don’t look yet.” Warned Michelle taking away the towel.

Isa squealed, it was impossible to hide her grin.

“Gurls, you’re scaring me.” Marianne tried to read their facial expressions, but she didn’t know what to think.

She stood from the chair, still not turning around to see herself, but there was definitely something different. It was so hard to explain, but slowly she could feel as if Adria was coming to life.

“Let me re touch the lipstick.” Isa focused in the bright color she picked and gave her the thumbs up. “Are you ready?”

Slowly she turned around, feeling how even her pose was different, her shoulders back, long neck on display. She never noticed the girls left the dressing room, to go and look for everyone.

And as she found herself in the mirror, her heart skipped a beat and a chill ran down her body. But she wasn’t looking at herself… it was Adria staring back at her.

“Are you sur-” Cillian knocked and rushed inside the dressing room, but his words where cut as the air escaped his lungs when he found Marianne transformed into her character for the play.

Time stopped and for a few seconds or maybe minutes, they stared at each other through the reflection in the mirror.

A heavy silence filled the small room as time stopped.

“Wow.” Cillian stammered taking in everything; the hair, the dress, make up, everything was perfect. She was. “You look stunning.”

This was the exact same woman he envisioned as Adria.

Marianne Adria turned around slowly and stared into his eyes, holding his gaze, something as herself she never dared to do because she found it so intimidating.

“Thank you.” She dragged her words slowly, tilting her head slightly.

They were both in silence, holding the other’s gaze. Saying only with their eyes so many things, keeping others to themselves.

The first encounter couldn’t have been any other way.

He knew she was kind, he caught her offering her lunch to a homeless man outside the theater since they started rehearsals, without telling anyone she just did it. He enjoyed a lot that she treated him like a normal person and not like a celebrity, and apart from that, he couldn’t deny that she was beautiful, but she didn’t seem to show it off, it was a natural charm of her personality, she was always well dressed and she liked to keep an effortlessly look.

Cillian cleared his throat. “I’m the narrator of this story and I’m at your feet, may I introduce you to the rest of the cast?” He made a little bow with his head in the end, as he held his hand out for her.

I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight,

I've never seen you shine so bright,

She smiled and he knew he was screwed. Any man who crossed paths with her would.

Adria touched him and it felt as if he was being given electroshocks.

And I have never seen that dress you're wearing,

Or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes,

I have been blind;

It was like Marianne stepped back from her, this woman walked with a security as if she owned the entire world, shoulders back, slow stride, head held up. Making everyone she walked past turn their heads to give her one more look.

Edna’s mouth was hanging open as he saw her walking on stage from backstage. This was so much better than he ever imagined… a dream. As he saw her walking with her hand linked to Cillian’s arm, he was lost for words.

Isa and Michelle smiled pleased with their work, judging by everyone’s reaction, they totally nailed it.

“This is gorgeous.” Enda praised once more, making Marianne blush. “I’m going to get a heart attack.” He added dramatically.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Heidi appeared from one of the row seats. “Unbelievable. Are you kidding me?”

It was a bit uncomfortable and overwhelming after a few minutes to see them staring back at her with such intensity and little words.

“My job is done here, I can’t take it anymore.” Enda gave up defeated moving along the stage.

Cillian talked to someone from the lights department and asked Lee to join him. “If you don’t mind me asking, Adria… can we take a couple of shoots for the promo?”

I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight,

I've never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing,

I've never seen so many people want to be there by your side,

Marianne frowned for a second, startled. Then she placed a hand on her hip again in character raising her eyebrow. “Of course a photo wouldn’t even do me justice, you can keep it in your wallet.” She smiled.

And when you turned to me and smiled, it took my breath away

If you could blend Audrey Hepburn’s innocence with Marylin Monroe’s devours-men look and Elizabeth Taylor intimidating gaze Adria would be the result.

Cillian felt like someone punched him in the gut and rushed to help Lee with the lights, it was a blessing that she took a photography course, she was a great support and it helped a lot the confidence they’ve been building lately as it is key to achieve what he had envisioned.

He had a dream outside the theater one night where he was walking and as he looked up the marquee, he found a huge poster of Adria divided half of her face like the defeated character with the look of disappointment as she went through all her troubles… while the other half was the made of the strong and brave woman completely transformed, when he shared that vision with Enda he was clapping even before he could finish, excited by the way it sounded.

The broken glass was set in the huge background, the lights on stage down, there was only one illuminating her from behind, Cillian captured that shot, it wouldn’t probably be used for the promo, but he loved the way it looked, then he walked around Adria and brought the camera up to his face adjusting the lens he requested her to look down and then slowly look straight to the camera.

She took her time, just like she always did, but when she finally looked at him through the lens of the camera… Cillian knew that she was the type of women that not only turns heads, but turns souls as well.

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Next part

A/N: *remember the characters you see is not a reflection of them in real life… if you support me, your name will appear here or in another series ☺️

Eejit is Irish word for idiot, hola is hello and the ehhh up, don’t ask and don’t say it with someone from Latin America around 😂

Here are some photos in which I took inspiration to come up of the idea of Cillian taking the photo for the play:

And some of the faces that inspired Adria’s character:

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gabessquishytum · 11 months

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Okay, so more thoughts on trophy husband!Hob because everyone here are wonderful enablers.

Hob wanting to do a photoshoot with some cool clothes he found at charity and vintage shops (sure he could pay a designer to hand stitch him something now, but thrifting is about the hunt. Besides it's fun to put on his "just some guy" aura and go out among normal people.) and Dream being super normal about anything Hob mentions wanting books out a whole ass historic manor for a day. Hob is used to filming and photographing himself and keeps to it now that it is all for fun and not his main source of income, so it is just the two of them. Dream may have also become obsessed with taking photos of Hob and bought the phone with the best possible camera after he tried taking Hob’s picture the first time and didn't manage to fully capture Hob's beauty. The fancy camera didn't help Dream's skills at all, but the thousands of photos he's taken since then certainly have.

The last photos of the day are of Hob's prized finds and have him dressed up in a lacy negligee slip covered by a diaphanous robe with billowing sleeves and an even wider skirt all trimmed in feathers. The kind that an old school Hollywood starlet playing a bereaved wife would wear when assuring the officer that she just didn't know anyone who would wish her husband ill, and she'll just have to go cry in the piles of money he left behind about it. The color of the robe is rich in the fading light of the sunset and beautiful against Hob's skin, contrasting well against the wooden banister he is leaning languorously against.

The photo is taken from the bottom of the staircase looking adoringly up at Hob who has his hand brought up to his mouth as if caught mid gasp, his wedding ring smeared with blood red lipstick from where it rests against the plush of his bottom lip. Hob would have pulled the shocked expression off, if it wasn't for the ravenous look in his eyes as he stared down at the photographer.

When Hob posts the photo up on social media the conservative press goes wild saying it's a clear sign that Hob is planning to kill Dream off for his fortune, they wonder if it would be admissible evidence in court if Dream were to meet an untimely end. Anyone else with two brain cells to squeak together know that the look Hob was giving means that the only way he is killing Dream is accidentally from heart failure mid-fuck. It becomes a bit of a meme to tweet at Dream to keep up with his cardio. Hob can't stop laughing every time he sees it.

Of course, Hob and Dream took full advantage of having the manor all to themselves. They might not have been able to fuck on the historic furniture, but the kitchen counters were sturdy enough. While all that marble was a bit uncomfortable it made an appropriate enough altar on which to worship each other.

-💥

Skskdkfjfjg everyone thinking that Hob is some kind of femme fatale when he’s actually THE most devoted spouse in the world?? Hilarious. You just know that he plays up to his meme and changes his bio to “looking for my second husband” or something djdjdjf.

During the photoshoot they’re totally doing a little elaborate model x photographer roleplay. Hob is making Dream work hard to seduce him, making sure that the photos are perfect and that Dream is absolutely at the end of his rope before Hob finally allows him to touch. They fall on top of each other and fuck on the floor in the hallway, knowing that potentially anyone could walk in and find them there. Dream takes a minute to take a few private pictures, just for his own future enjoyment. Hob looks absolutely perfect spread out on an antique floor rug, his legs wide and inviting Dream in between them. Dream has to pay an extra cleaning fee to the owners of the house, but he can afford it and frankly, he doesn’t give a shit. He even offers to buy the manor, just in case Hob wants to come back for a second shoot.

When the (fully dressed, public-friendly) photos come out on Hob’s social media, no one can fail to see the fresh indentations of Dream’s teeth on his throat. Hob scolds him for it, but Dream couldn’t help but lay a proper claim on his husband. If people are going to be able to see his beloved in his beautiful clothes, then Dream wants to make damned sure that nobody gets any ideas about who he belongs to.

(Hob retaliates by finishing off the photo set with one of Dream in the middle of getting re-dressed, his back to the camera and his t-shirt halfway over his head. He’s all about showing off his husband, as well as his husband’s money <3)

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BAD BUDDY FILMING LOCATIONS 12

This write-up is a continuation of my 11 previous ones on filming locations for Bad Buddy (links to all my filming location posts are listed at the end of this one). This post focuses mainly on locations connected to PatPran's childhood and teenage years.✨👬✨

Of course most of these (excluding their family homes, already written up here) are locations at and around PatPran's elementary and high schools, and they were represented by the Satit Bilingual School (SBS) in Rangsit, Greater Bangkok. (There is one more childhood location, non-academic and much more obscure, at the end of this write-up. 😉)

(top) The entrance to the Satit Bilingual School in Rangsit; (middle) Pat and Pran revisit their old school at Bad Buddy Ep.10 [3I4] 1.20; (bottom) the location of SBS Rangsit on plan, in one corner of Rangsit University

I've mentioned SBS before (see this write-up linked here) but this post goes into more detail in matching up BBS scenes with individual locations inside the school grounds. If any of these settings look familiar, it may be because SBS has been used many times before in other BLs (the most extensive I think was in The Eclipse, where it was the primary location of Suppalo High School). For other dramas where SBS was used for filming, do check out my dear friend @colourme-feral's excellent post on shared filming locations linked here. 😍👍

If anything, the filming in and around SBS Rangsit shows once again how consistent the team was in using one locale and its environs to depict co-located scenes in BBS – the elementary and high school locations were all filmed here, just as BBS filmed almost all the student apartment scenes at Tinidee Hotel Bangkok Golf Club (see this write-up here), all Pat's faculty scenes at Rangsit University's College of Engineering (see this write-up linked here) and almost all Pran's faculty scenes at Rangsit University's Faculty of Architecture (see this write-up linked here).

Even scenes that could have been easily filmed elsewhere (because their surroundings were not particularly distinctive or readily identifiable as being part of SBS Rangsit) were nevertheless all filmed here, including settings like the music room (Ep.2 [4/4] 7.20, Ep.3 [1I4] 2.10 and Ep.4 [2/4] 1.08), Kruu Payao's office (Ep.10 [3I4] 7.48), the school football field (Ep.1 [1I4] 4.24, Ep.1 [1I4] 6.37 and Ep.12 [2/4] 5.19), as well as PatPran's classrooms (Ep.1 [1I4] 6.28, Ep.2 [4/4] 5.20, Ep.4 [1I4] 7.17, Ep.12 [2/4] 4.50 and Ep.12 [2/4] 5.43).

The following are some screenshots and their matching locations in real life at SBS Rangsit.

(top) Bad Buddy Ep.2 [4/4] 5.07; (middle) an extract from SBS Rangsit's Facebook dated 19 December 2022 (linked here) showing the matching "Welcome to SBS" and other signage, the monitor screen below the bridge and glass railings above; (bottom) another view from Facebook dated 23 November 2022 (linked here) showing the blue columns with text and the seating curved around planters

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(top) Bad Buddy Ep.2 [4/4] 4.14; (middle) Bad Buddy Ep.5 [3I4] 0.32; (bottom) photo from SBS Rangsit's Facebook dated 23 August 2022, linked here

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(top) Pran in their high school music room at Bad Buddy Ep.3 [1I4] 2.12; (bottom) a screenshot from a video on YouTube ("SBS Secondary School – What Makes Us Unique" at timestamp 0.51, linked here) with corroborating details: the timber strip flooring, the pink walls (shaded warmer in BBS because of the sepia wash given to flashbacks), the protruding white wall with light switches near the entrance, the dark brown door with a vertical glass viewing panel, the horizontal and vertical shelves right at the back, the pinboard to the left of the door (with some of the pinned papers even matching what we see in BBS)

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(top) Pran's flashback of InkPat in high school at Bad Buddy Ep.4 [3I4] 4.59; (bottom) photo on Google Maps taken by Tum Kanaphon dated September 2022 and linked here – the curved railings, stone-clad curved seating and drain gratings are all a match

(top) PatPran revisit their old high school and the My School President boys at Bad Buddy Ep.10 [3I4] 3.47; (bottom) extract of an image from SBS Rangsit's Facebook dated 2 October 2022 (linked here) – the perforated steel columns and beams as well as the corrugated metal roof are a match

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(top) PatPran quiz the flighty and flinty Kruu Payao at Bad Buddy Ep.10 [3I4] 7.48; (bottom left and right) the gray aluminum framing of the office doors and windows, as well as the door numbering sign (Kruu Payao was in Room 1309) all match up with what we see in BBS

(top) Pat and Pran in their elementary school classroom at Bad Buddy Ep.1 [1I4] 6.32; (bottom) this image from timestamp 1.23 of the YouTube video "A Day in Secondary School at SBS" (dated 24 March 2022) has the following corroborating details: the pink background of the noticeboard at the left and its graphic of an ionic column, the gray-covered wall-mounted TV monitor, the desks and tables, as well as the blue poster with graphics of pyramids, a camel and cacti below the whiteboard

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‌(top) Bad Buddy Ep.4 [1I4] 7.30; (middle left) the timber furniture, gray door and dark-framed noticeboard in this image extracted from SBS Rangsit's Facebook (dated 22 January 2023 and linked here) match PatPran's classroom details; (middle right) close-up of Ink at the classroom door in Bad Buddy Ep.4 [1I4] 7.32; (bottom) in this image from SBS Rangit's Facebook (dated 22 February 2017 and linked here) the glass viewing panels on the door as well as the medium-brown frame of the noticeboard are a match

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(top) Bad Buddy Ep.1 [1I4] 6.47 – note the windows, dark panel treatment around the door and the thick timber-framed noticeboard (also, the tomato-red lockers are similar to what we see behind Ink at Ep.4 [1I4] 7.30.; (bottom left) not the same location, but the windows, door treatment and notice board are a match in this image extracted from SBS Rangsit's Facebook (linked here); (bottom right) a clearer view of the door treatment and noticeboard in another image extracted from SBS Rangsit's Facebook (linked here), although this is not exactly the same location either)

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(top) Bad Buddy Ep.1 [1I4] 4.24; (bottom) the location of the SBS Rangsit school field on plan

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(top) An aerial view of SBS Rangsit (from YouTube video "A Day in Secondary School at SBS" at timestamp 0.01) – the building with the curved metal roof in the foreground (the high school block) is the one we see behind the boys' soccer game at BBS Ep.1 [1I4] 4.24, while the field is at the bottom right of the image; (bottom) a view of the SBS school field (extracted from SBS Rangsit's Facebook post dated 3 February 2023 and linked here) – the metal-roofed walkway, lamp posts, trees and corrugated metal siding on the building in the background are all a match for what we see in BBS‌

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One more location at SBS Rangsit needs a bit of write-up, and it's the venue of the high school Christmas Song Contest, where PatPran's public performance of Just Friend? exposed their friendship to Dissaya and got Pran sent away to boarding school.

(above) Bad Buddy Ep.2 [4/4] 6.06

It took a lot of inference and deduction, but I think we can now say with confidence that the stage for the above (also visible at Ep.10 [3I4] 3.43, when Pat and Pran went back to their old high school to investigate Ming and Dissaya's backstory) was set up at SBS Rangsit's canteen (on the ground level of the high school block):

(top) This image from SBS Rangsit's Facebook (dated 1 September 2012 and linked here) is an elevated view of the eating area at the school's canteen; (middle) this view (also from Facebook, dated 1 September 2012 and linked here) is a close-up of the far end – note the cylindrical ceiling lights at the top and the stainless steel signage at the right; (bottom) this photograph (again from Facebook, linked here) is from a celebration held to mark Valentine's Day and is dated 18 February 2020 (note the cylindrical ceiling lights and also the staircase at the right, which is the same one we see in BBS at Ep.4 [2/4] 0.45 and places this location at the SBS canteen, with more info on the canteen location written up here) – incidentally the star performer at this Valentine's Day concert was a pre-KinnPorsche ex-SBS student Jeff Satur, seen here in the gray sweater talking to fans

The following are corroborating details:

the cylindrical ceiling lights are visible at BBS Ep.2 [4/4] 6.06 during PatPran's Christmas song performance and also at BBS Ep.4 [2/4] 0.45;

the stainless steel box numbering on the orange back wall in the middle photograph actually marks the canteen servery counters – you can see the numbers 1 and 3 here, while at BBS Ep.2 [4/4] 6.06 you can see the number 2 behind Dunk's right shoulder as he plays guitar next to Pran, and at BBS Ep.4 [2/4] 0.45 you can see the numbers 4 and 6 behind Pat as he walks up the canteen staircase;

During PatPran's performance of Just Friend? Ink is in the audience wearing red reindeer antlers (it is a Christmas celebration, after all 🎄) – you can see her waving at Ep.2 [4/4] 6.06 and smiling at Ep.5 [1I4] 6.24; meanwhile behind the scenes an antler-sporting Milk Pansa was photographed with Fourth, Ford, Captain, Dunk, Gemini, Aun and Satang at the SBS canteen (see this link here), further confirming that this location was the setting for the BBS Chrismas Song Contest.

(top left) Bad Buddy Ep.2 [4/4] 6.06 – the Christmas song contest (Ink is at the bottom right); (top right) Milk Pansa and her boyband in between filming at the SBS Rangsit canteen; (bottom left) Bad Buddy Ep.5 [1I4] 6.24 – this was a photo in Pran's computer when Pat was looking through his album; Bad Buddy Ep.4 [2/4] 0.45 – Pat and Pran at the high school canteen

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So the one bonus childhood location (that is not PatPran's family homes or their school) is actually Pat, Pa and Pran's cycling expedition near a lake in Ep.1, where Pran saved Pa from drowning. The location of this is adjacent to a lake to the south of the Pinehurst Golf and Country Club, and to the west of the Bangkok University Rangsit Campus (where a lot of BBS's outdoor scenes were filmed – those locations written up here).

(above) The location of Pat, Pran and Pa's cycling expedition in Ep.1 (map coordinates are 14°02'18.8"N 100°36'00.0"E)

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(top) Pat and Pa as kids cycling along a track in Bad Buddy Ep.1 [3/4] 3.52; (bottom) image off Google Street View dated February 2022 (linked here) – corroborating details are the red and white gantry poles and also a low-spreading fan palm (possibly Bismarckia nobilis or Copernicia hospita) to the left of the rear pole

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(top) Bad Buddy Ep.1 [3I4] 3.54 (Pat and Pa cycling by the lake); (bottom) this image off Google Street View (dated February 2022, linked here) is a match (the bark pattern on the tree at the left is a match)

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[P.S. – here are the links to all the filming location posts:

Part 1 – The legendary rooftop, PatPran’s student apartments, their high school, the white arches behind the Engineering Canteen, the Zero Waste Village and various seaside scenes, their honeymoon suite, the hospital where Pat was treated for his gunshot graze, and the high school reunion.

Part 2 – Pat and Pran’s family homes, the Flagpole Bar, the car park fight location, and the Jae Si Curry House.

Part 3 – Various locations at and around the rugby field, including Pat’s photoshoot with Ink, the rugby bleachers, the iced milk tea (and green tea wave) picnic table, InkPa’s photography picnic, the old bus stop and the new bus stop. Also Khun Noppharnach’s pharmacy.

Part 4 – Pat’s Engineering Faculty (in and around Rangsit University’s College of Engineering).

Part 5 – Pran’s Architecture Faculty (Rangsity University’s School of Architecture).

Part 6 – Various F&B and commercial locations (eateries, shops, malls and a market).

Part 7 – Pat’s post-graduation apartment and Pran’s residence in Singapore.

Part 8 – Various campus locations filmed within Rangsit University’s Digital Multimedia Complex, including the auditorium and the Freshy Day Song Contest.

Part 9 – The LogTech Building and Pran’s architectural office in Singapore.

Part 10 – Locations for the Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy special episodes.

Part 11 – The apartment for rent that Pran went to view in Ep.2, the elevator scene with Pat just after the viewing, and Wai’s apartment.

Part 12 – PatPran’s elementary and high schools, as well as the location of Pa’s near-drowning.

Part 13 – Random locations (Pran searching for his lost earphones, the covered car park where Wai spied on Pat serenading Pran with Nanon's Love Score, the airport car park, the SouthTech U Library, PatPran's rainy day ointment interlude, their motorbike and truck rides in Hua Hin, the approach road to Uncle Yod's bar, the filming location for the music videos Just Friend? and Our Song, and Pran's street address in Singapore).

Will update this list if I can track down the hardware stores – the one remaining location still unidentified! 🤣]

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Past Lives [0.2]

Masterlist

A/N: Wow! Thanks for all the love on the first part, everyone! Hope you enjoy part 2!

Warnings: mentions of InFiDeLiTy, nothing major

Back in 1997, when Jade Theodore was four years old, she had been obsessed with Disney movies; the most romantic in her prepubescent mind being Sleeping Beauty. Because even to this day, Prince Philip was the most handsome man Jade had ever laid eyes on. Not to mention the man could break an evil witch's curse with a single kiss? How much more romantic could you get?

Jade always fantasized about finding a great love like that; though as she grew up of course, that fantasy stayed just that as reality hit her like a bullet train. Especially when her family had hit rock bottom and her mom had signed her up to do some extras work to bring in some money. That first day on Even Stevens had kicked off a twenty year career in the making for the pop star, made up of moments both good and bad, but had shaped her into the inquisitive young woman she was today.

Some of those moments included getting to know her costars on a High School Musical spin off movie back in 2009, a dream come true at the time. However, getting to meet a then eighteen-year-old Austin Butler also made the experience memorable. He had never been outside of the country at the time (they were only in Canada so it wasn't that big of a leap), so with off days from filming, and Jade being a Toronto native, she was more than happy to show Austin some of her favourite places in the city.

She remembered Austin had this brand new Kodak camera he carried with him, taking photos of the skyline, the food they'd indulged in, and things he found overall curious. And of course, he had taken a photo of Jade at some point. She couldn't remember if it was in the moment or she had been posing at the waterfront railing. She maybe saw that photo once or twice, instead relishing in their friendship even after filming had ended.

He was shy in 2010, lanky, and left footed. His voice was higher and sometimes he'd stumble over his words when he'd become excited or nervous. Though his personality always shone through for Jade, he always treated her as though he'd known her their entire lives. Their friendship lived on as Austin continued to get movie and TV rolls and Jade's creative drive turned more to music in the early 2010s.

And Jade wouldn't lie if she'd said she hadn't developed a small crush on him.

That crush of course was stomped out with a platform stiletto when Austin was introduced to a friend of a friend, all the while Jade was negotiating with Disney to get her out of her contract. It all happened so fast, when Jade eventually found out, she felt like she had a bout of whiplash. Nonetheless, she was happy for Austin, and she always respected his relationship with his girlfriend.

Though as 2012 rolled around, Austin and Jade's relationship dwindled and grew stale.

Jade could still remember the last phone call she had with Austin; both of them so busy but trying to make plans to meet up again. She was running late for a negotiation with her music label, and she told him she'd call him back.

Being as scatterbrained as she was, she never did.

"I'll talk to you later!" she swore she had hung up before he even had a chance to say goodbye. And as it always did, too much time and energy apart had distracted Jade long enough before she came to the realization that she never did call Austin back.

However, time passed, she met knew friends, ventured onto new projects, and before long, Jade Theodore was now a name synonymous with modern-age alternative pop. And Austin had forged ahead on his own path. Their social circles were different, and truth be told, neither of them gave the other much thought in ten years.

How curious it was to see two people be so close before, and now suddenly they were strangers yet again...

In downtown London there was a sleek, modernized skyscraper, and on the 14th floor one could find an immaculate apartment facing the South-rising sun and its rays reflecting softly off of the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was somewhere within the seventh hour of the day, and Jade stood at the counter while she waited for her coffee to brew. She was already dressed for her rehearsal, though she didn't feel all that ready; more than anything she felt as though a cloud of fog had formed around her head and was stunting her train of thought.

A door down the hall creaked open, and Jade's roommate, Florence, came trudging out, yawning into her fist and scratching her fingers through her bed head.

"You're up early," she commented as she took a seat at the breakfast bar. The stool squealed against the hardwood floor. Her English accent was thicker in the mornings, her usually bright green eyes were a little hazy and droopy.

"I got rehearsal in an hour," Jade replied, "You want coffee?"

"Yes please," Florence grinned sleepily.

Jade was already on it and set up the coffee machine, "I didn't hear you come in last night. What time you finish?"

"Came home around two-ish. Then I had an interview with Kimmel around three," she shrugged, "I don't even remember when I went to sleep,"

"Babe!" Jade awed, "Go back to bed! What're you doing?"

"I knoooww," Florence drawled, "But Tommy scheduled me an interview for nine-thirty,"

"Call in sick," she replied, "Hell, I'll even pretend to be you and call in sick,"

Florence simpered, "Your English accent will insult the whole country, Jade,"

Jade refrained from rolling her eyes, "I'm not that bad," she slid the finished coffee towards Florence, and the sleepy actress took a long sip.

From beside her, Jade's phone buzzed. Florence was a little nosy, she could admit it, and she was curious as she saw an unfamiliar name flash across the screen.

"Some Austin guy's texting you," she said.

Jade glanced at the message quickly. He was just thanking her again for last night, and she smiled fondly at the message, "It's nothing," she replied quickly.

"Bullshit," Florence quipped, "Was that the guy you were on the date with last night?"

"It wasn't a date," Jade said, "We were just catching up,"

Florence scoffed, "Catching up maybe takes two hours? Tommy dropped by 'round seven and you still weren't back,"

"Still wasn't a date," Jade sipped her own coffee nonchalantly, "Wait -- what was your manager doing here?"

"Dropping off some new scripts he wants me to look over. But I'm just saying Jade, if you went on just one date, that loser would start leaving you alone. Oh! Speaking of," Florence shuffled over to their junk drawer and pulled out a letter, "He wrote you another poem,"

"Oh my God. This should be good," Jade ripped the letter open and skimmed just the first few lines. She cleared her throat and read, quite dramatically, "If love be love be love, let love be love, your kiss is like a strawberry meringue, you are the hand and I your winter glove, you are the song the singing singer sang --"

"Alright, enough!" Florence threw her hands over her ears, "I've heard enough!"

Jade's first response was to rip the poem in two, "'You are the song and singer sang' he's just so ick, now! What the hell was I thinking?"

"The singing singer sang," Florence corrected, "And I don't know what you were thinking but I wish I'd met you earlier so I could stop you from thinking those thoughts about him,"

Jade chuckled bitterly, "Probably would've saved me a lot of face if we'd met earlier," she grinned.

"Well hey, we were all young and dumb at one point. Difference between you and most other people is your willingness to admit what a bitch you were," Florence smirked.

Jade grimaced, then rolled her eyes, "Thanks, Flo,"

"Hey! I'm kidding!" Florence threw an arm around her shoulders, "I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself, Jade. And now you can have no qualms about obliterating that little turd in your song next week,"

"Oh, thanks for reminding me!" she took another quick sip of her coffee and grabbed her bag off the counter, "I'm gonna' go to soundcheck and you are gonna go back to bed!" and she started for the door.

"Not according to this coffee I won't," Florence shrugged.

"Oh, yeah? What if I told you it's decaf?" Jade asked.

Florence gasped, "You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?" Jade smirked, wrenching the door open, "I'll be home around four, should we cook or order in?"

"Let's play it by ear. Hey, wait a minute! You never told me about your date!" she called after her.

"It wasn't a date!" Jade called back before the door slammed shut.

Florence rolled her eyes, "Sure, Miss Blushy McBlush,"

The weather was a little cooler that morning but still held the essence of summer. Jade had her mask pulled over her face and her earbuds blasting away with Kings of Leon while she waited for her ride. Brixton Academy wasn't too far from where she lived, it was close enough she could practically walk. Though it was at the behest of Cam, her manager, that she be escorted from place to place. Jade glanced up at the skyscraper, already feeling the pull of anguish in her chest at the thought of leaving.

What she and Florence neglected to talk about were the boxes already stacked up in the apartment, still empty yet expected to be shipped out by the end of next week. Jade though had found a home in London, and despite the pandemic a new appreciation for a lifestyle that gave her a freedom from her stresses back in America. If it were up to Florence, Jade knew she'd probably have tied her up and locked her away in a closet just to keep her from leaving. She had told her just as much, and Jade loved her enthusiasm.

The ride to the academy was quiet, albeit pleasant, as Jade spent the ten minute ride just scrolling through her phone. She was one of a majority of people who were addicted to just scrolling through social media, not really amused by much of anything. One post was speculation about the new music Jade had been teasing in her own media, below the comments were freaking out (and also speculating pretty closely) to what would be released. Jade had to smile at the enthusiasm, she truly did have some of the most amazing fans on the plant.

The next post however stopped her cold, and a chill shot down her spine. It was an older Perez Hilton post from 2020, gossiping about the breakdown of Austin's previous relationship. People in the comments were speculating all the same; maybe someone cheated, maybe they grew apart, most of them were baffled at the fact that something so solid could suddenly break apart before their eyes.

Jade couldn't lie, she too was blindsided when she first heard the news. But she also knew better than anybody that pictures could be just a facade for the truth. Hell, her own parent's divorce took her by surprise, and she lived under the same roof as them.

"Truth be told, I fell out of love," it was an occurrence that happened more often than not, a statement so complicated and simple at the same time. It took Jade a long time -- even after she left her ex -- to get to that same point. Being alone and facing responsibility; coming to terms with your own company again -- it was all downright terrifying. But nonetheless she had done it before; ten years ago when she had to put her own feeling for Austin aside.

She knew Florence was only teasing her, but the notion of a date made her chest tighten. She was nowhere near ready to throw herself into a relationship, didn't matter who with. And yet, that little fantasy she had locked away was beginning to tinker -- just lightly tap its way back into existence.

"... eodore?... Miss Theodore?" a gruff, cockney accent took her attention. Jade quickly pulled her earpiece out, finding the driver was staring at her expectantly, "We're here,"

"Right, sorry," Jade blushed furiously beneath her mask, hastily making her exit, "Thank you so much,"

A few days passed, and soon enough Austin found himself putting together some semblance of a normal routine. In the morning he'd get up and go for a run, condition his body back to what it used to be, then he'd try to cook something sustainable. He wasn't the worst cook in the world, but he also wouldn't consider himself a Jamie Oliver type. He had found some new shows to watch, a stack of new books to read, and some new non-Elvis related music to listen to.

Inevitably so, one of Austin's new playlists included more than a few hits from Jade Theodore. Listening to her music for the first time -- and not just in passing at a grocery store -- had been like walking through a portal to another world where the saturation had been turned up and words were either wrapped in daisies or barbed in thorns. He was also surprised to see just how many collaborations she had worked on with other creatives: The Weeknd, Halsey, Doja Cat, the list went on.

His favourite song was from her first album, a song called Roman Holiday that was gritty and colourful, and painted the most spectacular imagery of romantic escapism. However, she also had done a collaboration with The Weeknd on a shorter interlude called Stargirl; infectious, erotic, and dripping in heavy synths and red haze. The FOMO sensation rippled like a spiking chill through Austin as he realized just what he had been missing out on.

He kept in touch with Jade throughout the week, she didn't have a lot of time to meet up again before her show and he respected that. Nevertheless, she made the time to keep up early morning or late night conversations, talking about the books they were reading or debating who made the best milkshakes (they didn't want to five Chick-fil-A the win so they settled for Sonic). Austin would sit on his couch with the TV as background, and Jade would be curled up on her ottoman while Florence was mucking around in the kitchen, and they would just become lost in their own world. It was a new normal that at the same time was so familiar to him. Everything didn't seem so far away when he talked to Jade.

Needless to say, he was grateful to her.

Soon enough Wednesday had hit, and it would be Jade's first live performance in two years. She had spent the last four weeks rehearsing with her band, putting together a set list of classic and underrated hits, and hoping and praying for the success of her new song. The label would be releasing the studio version tonight anyway, so she had to make sure she delivered.

It was four o'clock in the day and already people were lining up outside of the Brixton. The air was buzzing with energy, anticipating, the time couldn't go by fast enough.

The green room was abuzz with stage crews rushing to finish the set, and the make up and hair artists were putting the finishing touches on Jade and her band. It had been so long since crews at the Brixton had put on a full show, Jade could tell as crews yelled back and forth to each other in the halls. She tried to keep her focus on the makeup for the most part, but her heart was fluttering more than a teenager on her first date. She had spent so much time practicing and somehow it still didn't feel like enough.

"Does this look dumb?" she turned to her guitarist, Maria, who was getting fitted into her faux leather pants.

Maria skimmed over the deep black liner and eyeshadow around Jade's eyes, but she shook her head, "No, you look cute,"

"You don't think all the black's too much?" she turned to her reflection.

"Who gives a fuck?" her drummer, Meg, asked. She was getting changed behind a divider, "You'll look metal as hell, babe!"

Samantha, her bassist, put a reassuring hand on her shoulder as she did her own makeup, "Sweetheart, you look gorgeous. And you're gonna look hella' powerful with your outfit,"

"Which is extremely metal!" Meg added. She kicked out a sparkly pleather ankle boot before stepping out in her mesh maxi dress with a black bralet and shorts underneath. Her blue and purple galaxy hair feel in long, loose curls around her shoulders.

"Ooh, mama! Looking good, Meg!" Marie awed.

"Yeah?" Meg stuck her butt out, "We don't see no pandemic pounds showing, right? 'Cause I def packed 'em on,"

Jade began to laugh, "Girl, shut up! You're fucking gorgeous!"

"And I think we're all a little pandemic-pound guilty, anyway," Samantha added.

"We can't help it that we eat to make ourselves feel better," Jade shrugged. She finished with her makeup and went to pull her outfit off of the rack. She held the hanger up to her body, twirling back and forth in the mirror.

Maria watched from behind, "You feeling okay, Jade?" she asked.

"I think so," she exhaled slowly, "Kind of feels like the first day of school all over again,"

Samantha scoffed, "Find me a school that lets you wear that, I'm enrolling my daughter,"

"Sam, you don't have a daughter," Meg pointed out.

Samantha rolled her eyes, "When I have a daughter, smarty pants,"

Austin got to the venue about an hour before the show was supposed to start, a little worried to see the line up of people still waiting to get inside the venue. Nevertheless, covid protocols were still pretty tight in London so he could understand, and he fell into the line up with everyone else.

He scrolled through his phone to kill some time, rolling over some new pictures fans had taken with Jade earlier in the day. She kept her mask on when hugging fans, or standing two feet apart with a beaming smile. Her own joy and giddy reverberated through the screen, she was effortlessly beautiful even before getting dolled up, and seeing her look so happy made something flutter in Austin's chest.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt a tap on his shoulder, and Austin turned around, finding a shorter young woman staring up at him. Half her face was concealed by her own mask, her dark auburn hair tied back in a messy bun.

"Oi, are you Austin?" she asked, her Oxford accent coming in thick.

He was taken aback at first, only nodding at first, "Y-uh -- y-yeah,"

"Austin Butler?"

"Yeah,"

"Great, I'm Florence," she nodded in the direction of the theatre, "Come with me,"

Austin's gaze flickered between her and the line up, "Isn't this the line up for show?" he asked.

"Yeah, but close friends go in a different way," she waved him over that time, "C'mon! We're burning daylight,"

Austin was skeptical, Jade never said anything to him about a friend, though he was cautiously optimistic as he followed Florence past the gates and in through the back of the theatre. Sure enough, security let them in without a second glance, and Florence led him up the stairs to mezzanine.

"So, you're the long lost friend Jade's been telling me 'bout?" she asked as they walked.

"I wouldn't say 'long lost' necessarily," Austin answered.

Florence side-eyed him, "You ain't spoken in about ten years?"

"Yeah," he replied sheepishly.

"Sounds pretty long lost to me," she said, "What made you want to get back in touch after so long?"

Austin shrugged, "I don't know, just saw she was in London, figured I'd reach out,"

Florence stared him, he couldn't tell if it was out of curiosity or judgement, "Really?"

"Yeah,"

"Alright," Florence was skeptical. In the back of her mind she figured it couldn't be as simple as 'wanting to reach out because', as nothing in this world was ever as simple as that.

Austin cleared his throat, trying to brush away this awkward scrutiny he felt he was under, "Well, how do you know Jade?" he asked.

"We worked together on a horror film a few years back, been tight ever since," she replied, "When I heard she was coming here I took her in faster than you could blink,"

Austin simpered, "Yeah. She told me about her ex in California. I don't know who's more at fault: him or the mother for telling her,"

Florence shook her head, "Worst part about it is she thinks she deserves it,"

He cocked a brow at that, "Why would she think that?"

Florence nearly tripped over herself as she came to a stop, a blank stare overcoming her face. Her lips formed into an 'O', her green eyes narrowing.

"Ah, she didn't tell you," she surmised.

"Tell me what?" he asked, his curiosity increasing steadily.

"... Never mind," and she walked off again. Austin was quick to follow her.

They found their seats in the mezzanine, overlooking the gloriously lit stage down below. A plain white sheet was drawn over the stage, drawing in the patterns casted by spinning strobe lights. People had flooded into the pit below, crowding in together as though the pandemic had never hit at all.

The air was electric, the chatter of anxious and excited fans echoed through Austin's ears. Something in his brain snapped because for a second, just a minuscule moment, Austin pictured the stage set up for the Russwood Park shoot for Elvis. The dynamic was the same, the nerve wracking anticipation sickeningly familiar. Austin inhaled sharply, running his hands through his hair as he willed himself to get a grip.

Florence turned to him, "You okay?"

"Yep," he replied quickly, "I'm just a little tired,"

"I'll bet," she said, "Jade told me you were filming Elvis over in Australia. That couldn't have been a walk in the park,"

Before Austin could reply, the lights began to dim, and the energy was taken up a notch as the crowd cheered and chanted for the beginning of the show.

Meanwhile, Jade was sequestered off in the wing, watching the beginning set up unfold just as they'd been practicing for weeks. The melodramatic, synthesized organ opened slowly, eerily, a multi-pitched recording of jabbering nonsense from her last album played over the speaker. Jade took the moment to ground herself, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, trying to calm herself. She was dolled up to the nines, her wires were plugged and her mic tuned, and yet she still felt so unprepared. She had sold out Brixton Academy, which meant well over two-thousand people were out there waiting for her; Austin and Florence included.

Florence knew Jade would put on a great show, she had been assuring her all up until this point. But Austin had never seen her perform, not really. He would be close enough, be paying close attention to every move she made and note she sang. Surely, he and the rest of the venue were expecting a banging show and Jade very well couldn't disappoint.

Jade started jumping up and down, shaking out her nerves and hyping herself up. She had been doing this shit for almost ten years, she had it down by now, what was there to be nervous for?

Everything?

The band began to kick into gear, playing the extended intro to one of Jade's bigger hits, 'She Knows It'. Austin had heard it enough times to recognize it; it was one of the handful of songs she had where she mentioned liking girls. The white sheet had been drawn up to reveal the tightly wound four piece band jamming out, behind them another sheet, this time pinned up to look like fine drapery with colourful flowers and lights twinkling in the strobes. It was colourful and simple, but it didn't look cheap, either. And at the last stroke of the drum beat, Jade came bounding out, bouncing along with the catchy beat until her verse started.

From there it seemed as though Jade was a firecracker that had been freshly lit, commanding stage presence and relishing in the echo of her fans singing along with her. Her outfit -- a two-piece leather top and skirt set -- was quintessentially her, just revealing enough, and the crystal crosses sown into the material twinkled against the flashing lights. And her bright green eyes were rimmed in thick, tightly polished black liner. She was sleek, sophisticated, as well as giving a little tease.

Florence was quickly caught up in the hype of the venue, singing along to her heart's content and dancing in place. Truth be told, she sort of forgot Austin was there, all the while he watched Jade, nodding along to the beat, and a smile draw across his lips. It felt like the scene in Ariel when she got her voice back from Ursula, and there was this inane satisfaction in watching this music he'd been listening to come out of her mouth so smoothly. Regardless to say, Austin had become somewhat mesmerized by her performance.

Jade played several more hits, taking a couple breaks to greet everybody and relish in the fact that they could finally enjoy live shows again. When she'd settle in for some slower ballads her eyes scanned through the mezzanine, flickering over every face until she landed on the two most familiar. Florence of course was jamming out, and Austin stood against the railing, his eyes meeting hers for a fleeting moment. It was then Jade began to feel her body begin to heat up, likely from the jumping around and the blaring lights. And yet, her eyes kept drawing up towards Austin's again and again between takes. He seemed to be enjoying the show, and that made her happier then she cared to admit.

Jade's show continued to roar on for a good hour and some; the entire gig would've been no more than an hour and half. It was around the hour mark that the set had slowed down again. Jade sipped her water, splashing a little on her face and neck before getting ready to introduce the next song. Her new song.

"How many of you have been in relationships that... let's say, you regret?" she asked. Almost all of the audience gave a resounding 'I'.

Jade simpered, "Wow, I wasn't hoping for that many. Here's another question, how many people here have been cheated on?" and she raised her hand, along with the sea of fans. Jade was tentative as she thought of her next approach.

"Yep. This one's kind of different now: how many people -- if you feel brave enough to admit it -- have been the... home wrecker in a relationship?"

That question threw Austin a little bit, and a smaller faction of fans raised their hands. Jade waited for them to settle before she too raised her hand, much to some audible gasps and protests.

"Yeah," she sighed, "Some of you may hate me for this, but I was also the other woman in a relationship. And it goes without saying, I'm not proud of it,"

Something shifted in Austin, the shock and awe settled but also made way for a resounding sensation of disappointment. Jade was the other woman? This had to be about her last relationship, but how? The girl he knew would never, never in a million years so something so messy and toxic... wouldn't she?

"I was really young at the time when this relationship started. I was twenty-one, and he was eight years older than me. I thought I was special because this person who I trusted and loved very much had left his previous partner for me. What I didn't understand at the time was how manipulated I'd become by this person, and I was so devoted and blinded by what I thought was supposed to be love, I went along with it without question,"

The venue had become quieter now, but the crowd continued to chatter amongst themselves, discussing while all sucked in to Jade's story. Jade took a deep breath, "Now, I'm not trying to deflect blame, and I'm not going to defend myself either because -- to put it blatantly -- I got what I deserved in the end. And after I broke up with this person, I took a lot of time to reflect on what I had done and realized that I had become somebody I never wanted to be. What hurt the most is probably that I burned so many bridges with people who tried to warn me how in over my head I was; but I'm a Taurus, so I'm really stubborn," that elicited some laughter and agreeance from the crowd, much to Jade's relief, "Anyway, I'm trying to get better at talking about it, and thanks to time -- and a lot of therapy -- I came up with this new song..."

With that, the soft twang of an acoustic guitar began to play. The fear was written all over Jade's face while she waited for her cue, keeping her gaze fixed on the pit and only the pit as she slipped the mic into the stand. Florence watched tentatively, her arms folded and her breath hitched in her throat. Austin meanwhile was still trying to wrap his head around what the fuck Jade had just said.

"I am a magnet for broken pieces I am attracted to broken people I pick 'em up and now my fingers are bleeding And it looks like my fault And it looks like I'm caught red-handed"

The energy in the room had gone down, somber more than anything as Jade essentially rambled out a confession of regrets and her hopes to move on with her life. She gripped the pole of the mic stand tightly, her knuckles almost turning white as she sang, sadly, but still so beautifully and on point to call out both herself and her man.

"Hit over the head, epiphany Over my head, repeatedly Thick skull never did nothing for me Same lesson again? Come on, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me"

A chilling silence took over the room, cut swiftly by gentle applause and cheers for more. That's when the music started up again, a funkier, droning, melody accompanied by a melancholic electric guitar and heavier drum beats. Jade started swaying gently back and forth, her teeth gnawed at her bottom lip. She met eyes briefly with Maria, who only nodded her on as she played her guitar.

"Only I know where all the bodies are buried Thought by now I'd find 'em just a little less scary Might get easier but you don't get used to it Keep on autopilot, hey, hey What's the body count up to now, captain?"

The song was an overall shift in direction from Jade's more upbeat, pop punk tempo set before. Austin got into it nonetheless, her words resonated with him on a deeper level than he'd expected. Her sadness and regret were profound, the strain in her voice sent goosebumps rippling down his arms. Despite it all, he felt this warmth simmering in his gut, he could liken it to a feeling of comfort. Though that comfort went hand-in-hand with some semblance of guilt:

"I burned so many bridges with people who tried to warn me how in over my head I was"

Austin had to wonder if maybe he'd been there for her, maybe pursued her a little more, then Jade wouldn't have found herself in such a taxing position. He wanted to take her and wrap her up in a hug, to apologize and wanting to promise that she would be okay.

The sea of fans were already on board, cheering for her as Jade finished out her final chorus with a roaring bang.

"Hit over the head, epiphany Over my head, repeatedly Thick skull never did nothing for me Same lesson again? Come on, give it to me

I pick 'em up And now my fingers are bleeding And it looks like I'm caught red-handed"

The music faded into a raucous applause, the guitar settled and Jade felt the mounting pressure in her chest begin to deflate. That was when she had the courage to look up, finding Flo jumping up and down as she cheered her on. And Austin stayed beside her, something fleeting in his gaze though he smiled at her nonetheless, applauding her on.

That was the most reaffirming applause she'd received in a long while.

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