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5.26 and 6.1 - Time’s Arrow

Oh my god. Y’all. It’s a new Fashion It So post. In the year of our Picard 2020. Yes.

For literal years, Charlie and I have been like UGH WE NEED TO DO TIME’S ARROW PARTS 1 AND 2 BUT IT’S JUST SUCH A MONSTER.

Well, I’m doing a complete rewatch of the series with my partner and we just got to these two, so IT IS TIME. 

We open in a cave in San Francisco, where Data and Picard are checking something out:

Rent for the cave is $6,000 per month

Showing them around is this guy in a Science Outfit:

He’s ready to go night biking

We’ve seen this look before in both Silicon Avatar and Devil’s Due, and it’s functional, yet cute. Basically a windbreaker in jumpsuit form. 

They find a couple of items in the cave, including a pocket watch from 1889 and also:

I left my head in San Francisco

IT’S DATA’S HEAD!!! And it’s been there for FIVE HUNDRED YEARS. What could have caused this? And why is Data’s head so absolutely terrifying?

Is that fondant

This head is, in a word, haunting. The 2020 of heads. 

Data and Geordi chat in Ten-Forward about what the presence of Data’s head in the cave means. Data says it means he’s mortal; that someday he will die, and that’s comforting. Spoiler alert: that’s not what it means. But it’s a nice conversation.

Also, Guinan is here!!!

Merlot My God!! 

Or maybe: Burgundy-lightful!! Or perhaps: De-Crimson-alize Sex Work!! Okay that last one was a stretch but I really think I missed my calling as a nail polish shade namer. 

Anyway, she’s here in her classic look of a pizza-sized hat and a flowing gown/coat/top/robe. The collar here is a little too close to a mock turtleneck for my liking and honestly - this is a little staid for our friend Guinan. I want a TEXTURE or a SWEEP or some WIDE RIBBING or some PLEATS. Don’t worry, though...she will get plenty more later.

Then there’s some plot which frankly we DO NOT HAVE TIME to get into but let’s just say: the away team goes to a planet, there’s a temporal disturbance, and Data ends up here:

Huge mood

Where are we? Or should I say WHEN are we??

Well that old-timey font is a good clue...also the horse

Are we in the Old West land of an off-brand Disneyworld? Are we going to ride something called Large Lightning Mesa Train Tracks? What colorful characters will we meet here?

Winner of 1893’s Mustache Medal

This type of ‘stache is called a Fu Manchu, after the character Dr. Fu Manchu. It’s not...a great look? But it is memorable, which is sometimes enough. He’s also wearing a simple black cap, probably made of silk. He’s keeping it cazh.

So where are we?

SAN FRANCISCO, OPEN YOUR GOLDEN GATE / YOU’LL LET NOBODY WAIT / OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR

Yes, it’s San Francisco. And it’s *eyes popping out of head like a cartoon wolf seeing a busty babe* 1893!!!! That temporal disturbance was...disturbing.

So who else do we have hanging out?

Please check out our Vaudeville act, Knit Cap ‘n’ Bowly

These dudes understand those famous Bay Area MICROCLIMATES, amirite? We’ve got a Henley. We’ve got a buttondown. We’ve got a vest. We’ve got a coat. No matter which way the thermometer decides to go, THEY ARE READY. Also loving the pop of forest green on Knit Cap’s knit cap. 

We also have a 49er:

No, it’s not Steve Young. I googled “famous 49ers” to complete this joke so if there is a more famous 49er please let me know

It’s a literal 49er. Since it’s 1893, this guy’s been hanging around in town for a while, and he’s also familiar with the layering techniques one must master if one is to conquer the Bay Area’s climate. He also has a kicky Colonel Sanders-type tie. He asks Data for money and gives him a few panhandling tips. He’s chill. We like him. But don’t get too attached if you know what I mean!!!!

Data decides he needs somewhere to stay, so he finds a hotel:

Brian.

Why is this so funny to me. Brian. Why would you name your hotel Brian. Brian!!!! I know it’s a last name but like...Brian. HOTEL BRIAN. 

This bellhop’s name is not Brian:

Where’s your hat, bro

He’s giving us a classic bellhop look, complete with too many buttons. He gives Data the very important information that there’s a poker game happening in the back of the hotel, which means: Data is about to be RICH rich. 

The poker game includes a few good looks:

Louie Anderson IS Wolverine IN a Lands’ End barn coat

Two plaids? Sir...I salute you

Colonel Sanders Goes to Carnaval

Data, of course, wipes the floor with them so hard that he wins their clothes:

Didn’t get that barn coat tho

Yes, that’s the actual vest and the actual hat of those guys from the previous scene. Oh, I love it. I love Data in a vest over his uniform and I love Data with a feather in his cap. Let’s call it macaroni.

Meanwhile, out on the street, the plot is happening:

Beige: inescapable

This is our first taste of the decadent 1890’s sleeves that appear in this episode, and these aren’t even the best sleeves!! These are an amuse-bouche of sleeves. An armuse-bouche, if you will. 

Anyway, these two are aliens disguised as humans who are here to steal the 49er’s life energy. 

Pew pew pew

I told you not to get attached!!!

Back on the Enterprise, Guinan is doing mixology:

She would never call it something as stupid as mixology though

She tells Picard that he needs to go check out the temporal disturbance, too, even though captains don’t normally go on away missions, and then she gives him this look:

It’s that serious

When Guinan looks at you like this, you do what she says. 

Now this outfit is much better than the earlier one. We have some pleated sleeves, which I didn’t even think was a thing you could DO. We have some sort of functional(?) strap(??) across the front. We even have matching fingerless gloves which always make a look A LOOK. And if Picard wasn’t sure whether he needed to go on this away mission, she then gives him THIS look:

Okay now it’s REALLY serious

Back in 1893, Data is making something:

It’s actually just a really complicated and large music box that plays “I Left My Head in San Francisco”

He’s gotten his hands on some more period-appropriate clothing, including a bow tie and a vest. Since he’s not wearing arm garters and his sleeves appear to be the correct length for his arms, we can conclude that the shirt was custom-made, not ready-made, because Data is now a baller due to his poker earnings. 

Then, Data sees this in the paper:

I know her!! From work!!!!

Yes, it’s Guinan. In 1893. In a hat!!!!

We cut to the literary reception, which is honestly not as well-attended as I thought it would be, considering it got a GIANT photo of Guinan on page THREE of the paper, but okay. And who should we spy there but:

You’ll love my secret blend of 11 herbs and spices

No, it’s not Colonel Sanders. (Sorry, I really have Colonel Sanders on the brain because of that Lifetime movie.) It’s Samuel Clements, AKA Mark Twain. I had an English teacher in high school who explained the origin of his pseudonym (it indicates a mark of two fathoms, aka twelve feet, on a steamboat) and for some reason she shouted MAAAARK TWAAAAAIN when she told us that story so now her delivery of that line is in my head until I die I guess.

Anyway, it’s Mark Twain.

He’s wearing his iconic white linen suit with a black bow tie, and he’s also wearing a lot of prosthetics, because the actor playing him (Jerry Hardin, AKA Deep Throat from The X-Files AKA Melora Hardin AKA Jan Levinson-Gould’s dad) (was that too many AKAs) (you get it, right?) didn’t look enough like Mark Twain, I guess? In conclusion: what if eyebrow wigs were a thing?

Twain is having a chit chat with “Madame Guinan,” who is wearing what can only be called a sumptuous gown:

It’s 11:30 and the gown is sumptin’ sumptin’

There are so many ELEMENTS to this look! First of all: the color. Royal purple. Fit for a queen. Appropriate. 

Then: those sleeves! These sleeves are known as “leg of mutton sleeves” because they KIND OF look like a leg of mutton. Have you ever seen a leg of mutton? I haven’t. I’ve only seen these sleeves. Plus they have a stripe?? No, I don’t know why, but I LOVE IT.

The cuffs and the cravat bring this from “dress” to “lewk.” Top it all off with this hat and you have a true 1893 mood.

What bird is that feather even from

We get a few good extra looks in this scene as well:

Pink Lady is NOT wearing a corset

Look, sometimes you don’t have enough period-appropriate undergarments for all the background people and that’s fine. But I WILL notice.

Is that Loretta Lynn

I am loving all of this! That purple dress is fantastic, those stripes? I die. Military man has some fun flair on his shoulder, and there is a dude in a beautiful turban back there. Plus, another Black lady in addition to Guinan and That One Ensign Who Is On The Bridge Sometimes.

Data rolls in to the literary event in a different suit with a CRAVAT:

Craving a cravat

Data is like “we serve together on the same starship in the 24th century” and Guinan is like “huh” but then she’s like “okay” which...I’m not sure if I would believe that? But let’s just say it’s fine. 

Over in the 24th century, the literal entire bridge crew is checking out the temporal disturbance and I DON’T LIKE THIS AT ALL:

Blue Man Group...on ACID

These beings are like ghosts but also like Dr. Manhattan but also like pure energy. 

Then everyone goes through the temporal disturbance AND THE SEASON ENDS. 

Fortunately for you, this post will continue...right now.

Okay, so we’re back in San Francisco in 1893. You can tell by the horses:

Also the fruit carts

Samuel Clemens is strolling around with a reporter, telling him that he has a great story for him that involves time travelers and, like, protecting the nation.

Here’s the thing about this episode’s version of Mark Twain: he’s kind of a dick. Was the real Mark Twain kind of a dick? I just feel like Mark Twain should be JAZZED about meeting time travelers and not acting like a fuckin’ time cop* and trying to put the Enterprise crew on blast. 

Anyway I love his double-breasted vest.

See my vest

The reporter’s hat is technically period-accurate, but that style is SO associated with the 1930s-1950s that I would have gone with something else. He looks cute though.

Meanwhile, Data is wearing a three-piece suit:

My positronic olfactory synapses are interpreting something as...a fart

I hate brown, but this is fine.

Additionally, the beige baddies from before are back and this time, they’ve got a SNAKE CANE:

Love the snake cane, hate how they suck the life out of people

But we are not here for them, we are here to see our faves in period clothing. Our first look is at Riker, who is dressed as an actual cop, not a time cop like Mark Twain:

The past just had...so many buttons

I guess if you’re a time-traveling white man there are worse disguises than a cop. But WHERE DID HE GET THIS UNIFORM? I choose to believe that he found a cop with a similar large handsome body to his own and beat the shit out of him and stole his clothes. Now we can all enjoy imagining a cop being beat up.

The badge that Riker is wearing is a great historical detail; the SFPD started wearing them in 1886 and are reportedly the first law enforcement agency to have worn the seven-pointed star, which is now a common shape among sheriff’s departments across the United States.

But let’s move on to a better look: Dr. Beverly Crusher:

Curlz MT

Okay, now I have more questions. Beverly obviously wouldn’t beat someone up for their clothes, so where did SHE get HER outfit? And who did her hair? Did she do her OWN hair? Where did she get a curling iron? Does she know how to use a curling iron? Was it one of those ones that’s actually made of iron that you have to heat up in a fireplace? 

We will get answers to zero (0) of these questions.

We actually get a much better look at her dress later, so let’s focus on that cloak!!! I love it and I also love her hat. Okay, I guess I had less to say about those than I thought.

Bev and Will, along with the rest of the officers, have somehow procured a room/apartment in some lady’s lodging house. It’s cute!

They gave it 5 stars on AirBnB

This also raises questions. How did they get this room? How many bedrooms does it have? Are they sharing one large bed? If so, who has to sleep crossways at the foot of the bed and why is it Geordi? We will get zero answers to these questions as well, so let’s move on to arguably the hottest costume in this two-parter:

I’ll be in Holodeck 4

Whewwwwwww. He’s giving us a rolled sleeve. He’s giving us a casual tweed vest. The pants? They’re perfect. And he KNOWS how that slouch is working. It’s working VERY well. But the Irish landlady? She’s having NONE OF IT.

Absolutely NO nonsense

She needs the rent, but Picard charms her and she leaves. So I guess that’s how they got the room. Her look is knitwear-forward:

Eileen Fisher does sound like an Irish name

She’s got a shawl AND a cardigan! The cozy factor is OFF THE CHARTS. She also has a brooch, because a touch of fancy is always welcome. I will say that her hair is a little more fashion-forward than I’d expect for a woman of her age and station. This is straight up 1890s hair, and she would probably still be rocking an 1860s look, which isn’t as sweepy and would likely involve more braids. Still, she looks lovely. 

Geordi is also here looking dapper:

Make the collar as high as you can. I want to be sliced open by my own collar

You CAN go wrong with a three-piece suit, but it’s difficult to. He can’t wear his visor, so he has some kicky shades which we’ll get a better look at in a sec.

Back at the Hotel Brian (lol), the bellboy (who we learn in this scene is Jack London, inspired to be a writer by Mark Twain [citation needed]) lets Mark Twain into Data’s room and allows him to look around unsupervised. This is very bad hotel management. 

Great Scott

Then Data and Guinan show back up, and Mark Twain hides in an armoire.

One short day in the emerald brocade

I think one reason I love Guinan’s looks so much, both in the 24th and the 19th century, is that our color palette is very similar. We’re both winters. Bold jewel tones are the vibe. This one is in a beautiful deep green fabric with what looks like a velvet flocking pattern on it. The collar is also velvet, and I love that sleeve with a flounce on top like there wasn’t already enough fucking fabric on the sleeve so they just added a random piece to be like “yes, bitch. I’m a sleeve.”

Naturally, the hat is also jaunty af:

San Francisco’s hottest milliner is: Madame Guinan

This hat has everything: feathers, netting, a brim, an angle that makes you think it’s going to fall off but it doesn’t. We stan.

Meanwhile, Picard is setting up a sensor in a hospital while wearing a hat:

I’m bowled over

We haven’t even asked where Picard got these clothes, but I would like to point out that he’s dressed as a lower-class guy, while Riker is a cop, and Geordi looks like a gentleman. Was there even a discussion they all had about how they would disguise themselves? Was Picard like “I just really want to wear a beat-up bowler hat” and since he’s the captain, they extrapolated from there? This episode is NOT CONCERNED about any of this. They all have clothes, end of story. 

Bev even has TWO outfits!!

Hello nurse!!!!

I love this look. She still has her unlikely hairstyle happening, which means her nurse’s cap is sitting atop her voluminous hairstyle. (Not very practical, but realistic!) She’s sporting a simple striped dress and a button-on apron. (Look closely and you can see the two buttons holding the apron to the dress.) The fabric underneath might be cotton seersucker, but it’s likely a lightweight cotton or linen twill. You can see how closely her look matches these nurses from a similar time period:

Hello nurses!!!!

Deanna is also in this scene and this episode, but you wouldn’t know it from what she’s given to do. HUGE SHOCKER: TROI NOT GIVEN ENOUGH TO DO IN AN EPISODE. 🙃

She still looks beautiful:

Why aren’t capelets more popular

We never get a really GREAT look at her whole outfit, but I can tell you that it has a capelet, it’s in the red family, and the hat has a lot of business going on. For those reasons: approved. It has a flounce in the back too:

More fabric = more wealth

Sometimes I think about just how much fabric it took to make these old-timey dresses and I’m like...how did anyone get anything done?? It takes me like 4 weeks to finish a pair of leggings and those have like 5 seams and I own a serger. These historical bitches were sewing whole ass dresses in no time at all. 

Okay, so Bev is in this hospital and here come some more energy-stealing aliens, disguised as healthcare professionals this time:

I cannot take a medical professional wearing a LIGHT BROWN TOP HAT seriously, sorry

Bev AND this energy-stealing alien have BOTH managed to get their hands on the SAME nurse’s uniform?? I guess in the case of the alien, she is a shape-shifter, so she got her clothes from...that. And her hair. 

I hate this light brown top hat. If you’re going to wear a top hat, don’t DISRESPECT IT by making it BROWN, but if you’re going to make it brown, make it a good brown, like chocolate. Stupid energy-stealing aliens.

There’s a skirmish, the energy-stealing aliens disappear, and the real cops show up:

MOUSTACHE

Of course, the cops showing up is bad, because when has a cop showing up ever made a bad situation better? Never. Defund the police, but don’t defund handlebar mustaches. Those can stay.

Fortunately, Data has gotten a ping on that machine he was building before and shows up on a motherfucking HORSE:

Brent just wanted to show off

He’s back in his brown striped suit and red tie. Okay.

Everyone returns to the boarding house to suss out the situation, and we get a look at what Riker is rocking underneath his cop jacket:

Suspend me daddy

You can see very clearly here how the collar is not actually attached to the shirt. This was a thing people in the olden days did so they could wear their shirt for multiple days in a row and just switch out the collar and cuffs so they looked clean. As someone who is wearing the same sweatshirt for the third day in a row, I support this method. (If you’re interested on more info about collars, here is a very enjoyable article about them.)

We are also blessed with a better look at Deanna’s sleeves and bodice:

Black lace cuffs? Decadent!!!

You can also see Geordi’s shades, which suit him really nicely. One thing I’ve been enjoying on this rewatch is just how well LeVar Burton can act without having his eyes visible. He’s great. Let’s just all think about how great LeVar Burton is for a second

And also Bev’s dress:

I legitimately want this dress

I don’t think those buttons are functional. Can you imagine how annoying THAT would be? But I am absolutely in love with this dress. Two paisleys, Beverly???? A goddess. I’m also dying for that brooch with the chain. A+ look all around, great work.

Finally, FINALLY, Guinan meets the rest of the crew:

When you meet someone you won’t actually know for 500 years

She is wearing a hat that looks like a toilet paper cozy. Did your grandma have one of these? They’re so stupid and I love them so much. 

Picard and Guinan meet for what is the first time for her, but not the first time for him, and honestly it is...sensual?????

If I got a m’lady from P. Stew I wouldn’t even mind

Patrick and Whoopi truly do some nice work in this ep. But we are here to yell about clothes, so: LOOK AT THIS DRESS ON AN EXTRA:

Gimme dat dress

I just want that dress to wear around my house. I legitimately bought an 18th century costume dress to do just that, so don’t think I won’t literally do this.

OKAY, WE ARE ALMOST TO THE END. 

The crew, plus Guinan, go back to the cave where this all started:

Cave Club, the only club that meets in a cave

We get a nice look at the bodice of Guinan’s dress here and guess what: MORE BUTTONS. Buttons on the lapels, and also buttons on the front panel with the pointy top. I wonder if she has multiple front panels for that dress in different colors, like a Swatch watch. 

Unbeknownst to them, Mark Twain followed them!! Then there’s a scuffle with the energy-stealing aliens during which a few things happen:

Data’s head flies off

Mark Twain gets sucked into the temporal disturbance

Guinan gets hurt

Picard stays behind to make sure Guinan is okay

So we end up with Mark Twain on the Enterprise, where he sees Worf, and he’s like:

Buh-WHAT

Worf is also confused:

This is...extremely perplexing

We have a few more looks back on the Enterprise, including Regular Guinan:

ShoulderSpreads™: The Bed Spread for Your Shoulders

I love love LOVE this outfit. The color is perfect, the shoulderspreads are perfect, the front draping is perfect. It looks like a velvet housedress from the 1960s except FANCY which is kind of my ideal aesthetic. And it’s red (my fave). 

We get a quick glimpse at the barber uniform:

Bitch let me pass, idc if you wrote Huck Finn

This barber does. not. give. a. fuck!!!! 

Geordi reattaches Data’s head, the one they already had, which means this whole thing was a ding dang closed loop. The reattachment also kind of diminishes the whole conversation they had earlier about how Data’s head in the cave meant that Data could die someday, because...he didn’t. He still might, but his head is back and he’s fine now.

Meanwhile, Picard is still back in 1893 and they have to go get him, but only one person can come back through the temporal disturbance, so Mark Twain is like “duh I’ll go get him.” 

And finally Guinan and Picard can talk about how their friendship spans 500 years!!!!

Hey girl

Hey

YOU’RE WELCOME

*abolish the police

#SEASON 5 #SEASON 6 #TNG #TNG FASHION #STAR TREK #STAR TREK FASHION

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dark peter parker x innocent naive reader (or ofc it doesn’t matter) non-con fic?

CAMP KISSLESS | peter parker

[WARNINGS] dark peter parker x reader (Y/N), virgin reader, noncon sex, outdoor/car sex (public?), peter isn’t very friendly neighborhood spidery in this

A/N: I’ve wanted to do a camp au for a little while so that’s why I chose this setting! This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be. Read at your own risk.

In which your the new camp counselor and you’re excited to start your job but Peter has other plans for your summer.

word count: 2.7k

It was gonna be a great summer. 

It wasn’t your first summer at Camp. No, your parents drove you to upstate New York every summer since you were eight and you stayed at Camp Moonfall for three weeks out of the summer. You always made the best memories there but, now that you were older, you were saving up for college next semester. Now that you were eighteen, you felt responsible enough to get a job and of course, Peter put in a good word for you. 

You remembered the summer before, all the counselors had let you join them around the fire since you were older. That’s when the game of never have I ever happened and that’s when you changed the way you looked at Peter. You always thought he was cute but with him smiling around all his friends, the firelight illuminating his skin, you developed a small crush. He was a year older than you and you remembered saying how you were going to miss him during your Senior Year. 

He smiled at you, of course, and your heart fluttered. 

It was in that game that everyone learned your secret about how you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet. They looked at you, shocked, and you would’ve preferred if they had just teased you rather than pitied you. You didn’t care that you hadn’t had your first kiss because you were waiting for magic. You wanted to settle for nothing less. 

“So who’s first on your list?” Peter had asked you and you raised an eyebrow. He turned his marshmallow over the fire, letting it brown, “Your kiss list? Who’s your dream first kiss?”

“Thor, I think,” You joke to Peter and he only rolled his eyes. 

“Haha, Y/N,” He spoke sarcastically, “But I’m serious, who’s number one?” For a moment, looking in his eyes, you could’ve sworn he wanted you to say him. 

“I don’t have one,” You slouched back in your chair, “Whoever it is, I want them to be the one I marry.”

All of their eyes turned to you, even Peter as if you had said something offensive, “What?” you asked. 

“You should save it for as long as you can, Y/N?” MJ said across from you, easing the tension, “High school boys are Satan's spawn. And I hear college boys aren’t far off.”

+

For the first day of camp, your outfit consisted of a tie-dyed t-shirt and a pair of running shorts. You had dreamed of carrying the clipboard you now possessed. Along with the wooden whistle around your neck, you felt complete.

MJ pointed at a gray minivan parked in a long line of cars where parents were unpacking their kids, “Y/N, can you check them in?” You immediately nodded 

She remembered her training, all eight hours of it, and took a deep breath as she approached the family. The Dad was lugging things out of the trunk and the mom was rustling around with her triplets. 

“Good morning, campers! I’m Y/N” You greeted them with a wide smile, hands tight around your clipboard. The kids didn’t seem to care much about you but you could get used to that, not every child was gonna fall in love with you, “Hope you all are excited for the best three weeks of your year. Can I get the last name?”

“We’re the Nelson’s,” The woman muttered, clearly not excited to hear your chipper voice this early in the morning. She pointed to each child and named them off. 

You looked down the long list of names and easily found the three Nelson’s. You took a look at each boy, knowing you’d have to remember all of them, “There, found ya! Are these all of their things?”

The father nodded, three suitcases and several pool noodles on the ground, “You got a bellhop, Betty?” He spoke, clearly not bothered to know your name. 

You looked down, still trying to smile wide as you crossed off the names, “Uhm, if you carry your things over there, someone will be there to carry their things to their cabin. Someone will also be there to take the boys down by the lake and they can join in the welcome festivities. You guys can say goodbye there and that’s when your vacation begins, Mom and Dad.”

You expected a smile or a nod of approval but you got cold stares, “We want to make sure they get settled in and see where they will be living. You can’t expect us to say goodbye now.”

Your smile fell a little bit but you kept your composure, “Well, here at Camp Moonfall, we want to keep the goodbyes short. When you took the tour, you were able to see the campsite. It’s very safe. We just find it’s easier for kids to adjust without the big, emotional goodbyes. It helps the homesickness when you start the fun right away,” You thought your smile would somehow lift their spirits but it only crushed yours. 

“Could you stop smiling like an idiot? You’re an adult, aren’t you? They must be hiring the mentally incompetent here, Diane,” The father said to the mother. 

Your heart sank and your lips parted to say something but the words didn’t leave, “I’m going to that cabin, sweetheart. Do you know what it’s like to give birth to triplets? I spent nine months with these kids and you aren’t gonna rip them away from me. I was in labor for twenty hours!”

“I-I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just telling you the camp policy. We just find that it works best-”

The dad interrupted, mimicking your voice, “We just find that it works best. God, Diane, I told you this was a bad idea.”

“My mother said this would be a good experience for them!” The Mom yelled back at the husband, she held her boys closer to her, “The boys are not staying here. It seems like there’s something in the water here anyways …” The woman scowled at you. 

“I-I can g-get my supervisor-”

“And now she’s stuttering,” The father rolled his eyes, starting to grab their things and put them back in trouble, “Get in the car boys.”

How could your first time at this have gone so wrong? You clutched the clipboard to your chest, tears stinging your eyes. 

A second later you felt a hand on your shoulder, “What’s going on, Y/N?” He looked at the family then back at you. 

You just shook your head. He could tell you were about to start bawling, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Go back to your Cabin and collect yourself,” You nodded and instantly walked away. 

You heard Peter talking to the family, hoping to solve the issue so that the boys didn’t miss out on camp because of their crazy parents.

+

“I did it. I saved the triplets,” Peter entered the girl counselor’s cabin, a soft grin on his face. He saw where you were laying on your twin bed and sat down on the edge, “I might regret it later because the funny looking one with the mo-hawk looks like a biter.” 

You didn’t laugh, just pressed your face further into the pillow. Peter’s hand rested on the small of your back. You felt him start to rub circles there and that level intimacy enticed you as much as it scared you.

“I suck,” You spoke but it came out muffled. 

“You don’t suck,” Peter insisted, “They sucked, hard,” That made you laugh. You turned your body to look at him and his hand moved to your waist, “You’re gonna have a good rest of the day. You’re gonna go swimming, eat hotdogs, and play way too many rounds of hide and seek. It’s gonna be awesome and you’re gonna have to perk up if you want to steal my title as everyone’s favorite counselor.”

You snorted, “Really? I recall Ned being everyone’s favorite last year.”

Peter faked a frown, “The man can make a mean s’ more.” 

Absentmindedly, your hand touched his and you moved it away quickly. Too quickly, “You’re right,” you coughed awkwardly, “Today will be good.”

Something clicked, you could see it in his eyes that something had shifted. 

“Do you want to come on a drive with me tonight, after everyone’s in bed. I have a view I want to show you.”

“Isn’t that not allowed?”

“I’m head counselor, Y/N. Plus, I’m Spiderman. Who’s gonna fire me?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, but we’re back before midnight.”

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For such a techy guy, Peter’s car was more run down than you expected, “What? She’s a passion project,” He said, touching the dash as if he believed the car was actually a person. 

Peter was right, you had a great day. The kids loved you and you even had one of Ned’s famous s' mores. You had a feeling the night might even get a little better. The way Peter was looking at you was how you’d always wanted to be looked at by someone. 

The car turned on onto a dirt road and it seemed you were on it for ten minutes before suddenly a valley opened up before you. Peter parked the car so the trunk was facing an amazing view. You got out of the rusty truck with your flashlight shining for extra light. You really didn’t need it because the moon was full and the stars were shining so bright.

They illuminated the valley and the beautiful mountain range in front of you, “Wow,” your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and Peter looked at you as if you were the cutest thing in the world. 

“Just wait,” Peter opened up the back of the pick-up trunk and there laid a bunch of blankets and pillows. He kicked off his shoes, climbing in and setting the lantern down. He patted the spot beside him, “You can see the stars better if you lay down.”

You would’ve thought this idea was the most romantic thing in the world if you didn’t get so terrified at that moment. This was like … a date. At least, to her, these weren’t things normal friends did. Not when they held your waist and looked at you like that. 

You played with your fingernails, “Uhm..” Your voice trailed off. 

Peter had already laid down, expecting you to join him. He sat up on his elbows, “Y/N?”

You could do this. 

You climbed up into the truck, crawling beside him but leaving a few feet in between you. You let the small lantern keep you separated, “D-Did you only bring me here because of what happened earlier, Peter?”

You looked up at the stars and it was breathtaking.

“No,” Peter laughed nervously. “I just … It just made me realize something.”

“Realize what?”

You turned your head and realized he was already looking at you, “That I wanted to get to know you. You were still nice to those people even after they were so rude to you. It made me …” His voice trailed off and his eyes shut as if he didn’t want to admit what was next, “It made me want to protect you.”

Was this it? The magic you always wanted. 

“You don’t … y-you, don’t have to protect me, Peter.”

He laid his hand out and you surprise yourself when you pressed your hands to his, “But I want to,” He said. 

“I don’t know how to do things like this,” You admitted. 

“It’s okay, I can show you,” Peter said quickly, “Not that I’m super experienced either. But, as you can see, I’m pretty good at choosing romantic locations.”

You blushed and he interlaced your fingers. 

You laid there for a while, pointing out constellations and making jokes about the new ones you made up. 

“There, I found it!” Peter pointed up but there were so many stars that you couldn’t tell which one he was looking at. 

“What is it?”

“It’s you, can’t you see it?” You shook your head, leaning closer to him so you could try to see from his perspective. As you moved closer, Peter turned his head towards you, “Take my word for it, it’s as beautiful as you look right now.”

You looked at him too and you stared until Peter leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Magic. This was magic. You weren’t sure how to move your lips but you just pressed yourself further into him. 

As you pulled away to catch your breath, you smiled, “Was that good?”

Peter nodded, “Yeah,” and he pressed his lips against yours again, his hand on your waist, “I’ve wanted to do that since last summer.”

You pulled away, “You’ve liked me for that long?” 

He tried to kiss you again, pulling your body into his, “Of course, you’re so beautiful … and innocent.” And naive, you thought. You didn’t want him to think of you as innocent. You didn’t want that to be the reason he liked you. 

You pressed a hand to his chest, trying to create distance, “Peter, maybe we should go back now. What if someone notices we’re gone?” He held you tighter and your heart raced, “Peter, I-I think we’re moving too fast.”

“This is what people who like each other do, Y/N?” He buried his head into your neck and began to kiss the skin there, “You don’t like me?” His breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. 

“P-Please, please, Peter,” You begged, struggling against him. He soon was on top of you and, as you tried to escape his grasps, he pinned your arms above your head. You screamed for help and Peter only frowned. 

“No one’s gonna hear you,” He sounded annoyed. Who was this boy above you? Was he always a wolf in sheep’s skin? All these years? 

“Peter, you saved me today,” You tried to reason with him, “Don’t do this.”

He held your legs down as he ripped off your shorts with ease, “White panties? I should’ve known,” This was what he wanted. To steal your innocence and to hold that title forever. He spread your legs with his own. 

His eyes hovered above your own, his eyes staring right into, “What do you think people will believe? This story or that an innocent little girl like you wanted to lose her virginity with the boy she’s always had a crush on. Who do you think they’ll believe, you or me?”

You cried out but he shushed you by forcing his lips on you. You bit his lip and he pulled away, fuming and his grip on your wrist tightened, “We’re gonna have fun these three weeks,” He pulled off your panties next, stuffing them into your mouth to muffle your screams, “I’ll be gentle if you stop struggling, Y/N. I know it’s your first time.”

He positioned himself between your legs, pulling down his own shorts before feeling your sex with his fingers. He tested your reaction, watched you flinch as he stimulated that foreign part of your body, “I bet you haven’t even masturbated,” Peter growled, “Jesus.” He could probably finish just with the idea of you being so tight. 

He positioned himself at your entrance and you felt just how hard he was. You closed your eyes tight but they shot open as he slowly entered you. You struggled but that only made it worse. You were still, the pain ripping through your lower region. Tears were spilling out of your eyes. 

He didn’t need to hold you down anymore, his body was pressed against yours now and you felt too helpless to fight it anymore, “You’re gonna be mine, Y/N,” Peter whispered in your ear, tasting your tears with his tongue, “Only mine.”

As he rubbed your sensitive area and moved in and out, you hated that you were getting used to it. You hated that it was starting to feel pleasure. Peter noticed that you were getting wet and that only made him start to thrust his hips faster. 

Something began building in your core and you thought you might explode. Your body convulses and your breathing becomes even more rapid. You tightened around Peter’s member, milking his climax out of him as you did the same but against your will. Peter slammed his hand down beside your head, groaning loudly as he finished inside of you.

You were his for the rest of camp and you were not to tell anyone what happened. 

“This is gonna be such a good summer, Y/N.”

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Onto the next chapter! 

The Eighth Month 5b/6

Chapter Two 

Evening at the Hotel

Needing to stay out of the house while the paint fumes recede, Scully enjoys an afternoon to herself and the evening with Mulder.

Scully stepped into the hotel room, with the bellhop right behind her. He had insisted on carrying her bag, even though it was not heavy. He was a sweet Southern young man, about mid 20’s. He had told her on the elevator ride up that his mama and his grandma would tan his hide if they knew he had let a pregnant woman carry her own bag. She had laughed and thanked him, touching his arm.

He set the bag down on the bed and asked if she needed anything else. She smiled and said no, handing him a twenty dollar bill and thanking him for his help, and grasping his hand. He stammered that she gave him way too much for a tip, but she shook her head and said that his kindness and helpfulness was much appreciated. He looked at her and thanked her, telling her if she needed anything, he would be happy to help her. She smiled and locked the door behind him as he left.

She leaned against the door and looked around. This was a really nice hotel room. All the furniture was a dark colored wood. The bed cover was cream with beautiful detailing in it. The pillows were fluffy and the whole room smelled wonderful.

She walked into the bathroom and gasped. There was a bathtub big enough for two people. There were jets in the tub and she knew she was going to be using those later. The shower was big and had a seat in it. She smiled at the memory of the shower seat in a hotel in California, so many years ago, and touched her swollen belly. Definitely would not be using that tonight.

The sinks were standalone deep bowl sinks, with counters in between. The mirrors were big and the lights able to dim. This was probably the nicest hotel she had ever stayed.

Mulder. God, she loved that man. Loved him for the care he took to do all that was needed at home, but also to give her this luxurious night out. He knew just how to get to her. The pampering and spoiling she rarely did for herself, he saw to it for her. He had his faults, but his sweetness and thoughtfulness made up for them in spades.

She walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed. Sighing as she slipped off her shoes, she fell back on the bed. Oh god, it was comfortable. She turned on her side and stretched.

She was tired, but the day had actually been fun and not as cringe worthy as she had imagined. Either baby showers had changed since her last one, or someone must have made an effort to not have the embarrassing games she had imagined. Instead, they had a nice luncheon, played a couple of fun games, chatted and opened presents. In total, there had been about twenty women in attendance. She had received wonderful gifts and had been incredibly grateful for the ones who had given them.

She felt a sense of guilt that she had complained to Mulder about going to the party. It was not as bad as she thought. Yes, some of the women were more bubbly than she was used to, but they were kind and attentive to her.

One young woman in particular, Dr. Stevens, Annabelle, had been extremely kind and sweet. She had approached Scully almost shyly, and told her that she had admired her work for years now, but had never had the courage to tell her. The papers Scully had written, the cases she had worked on, were amazing and awe inspiring. She had great respect for her.

Scully had been taken aback, not one to bask in the praise. She had thanked her, but could see that she had more to say. She had invited her to sit next to her as they ate, and Annabelle’s eyes lit up.

During the meal, she had plagued Scully with questions. She had wanted to know what made her decide on her specialty, when she knew she wanted to be a doctor, was it true she also worked at the FBI, how that factored into her work as a doctor, and what her plans were after she had the baby.

Scully had looked at her and Annabelle blushed to the roots of her hair. She had apologized profusely for asking so many personal questions and looked down at her plate ad Scully had smiled. She had recognized the thirst for knowledge and also the exuberance of youth. Had she ever been that young? It seemed so long ago.

Scully had answered her questions and then asked her where she worked at the hospital and about her specialty. Annabelle had become more animated about her own specialty and what she wanted to do in the future. Scully informed her that she had heard of her work, but had not known the name to go with the face. She had told her she was doing wonderful work and to keep continuing with it. She had offered her some advice and steps to take to reach her goals for the future.

Annabelle had blinked away tears as she told her how much her words meant to her. Scully smiled. She remembered how words of encouragement had helped her. She was happy to offer advice to fellow doctors. Especially to young women setting out on their path.

Her OB, Doctor Reynolds, Elise, had been invited as well and her friendly face was a welcome sight. She had inquired how she was, an informal checkup so to speak. They had spoken of the upcoming birth and preparations at home. Scully had told her about Mulder getting things ready and Skinner coming to help.

Elise and she had laughed at the story of the bookcase losing all the books, thus cementing Mulder’s credibility in being able to properly put furniture together. She had brought another picture for Mulder from Raina. This time it was two round people holding stick arms together and inside one person was a little face, which was “Ms. Dana’s baby.”

Scully had looked at it and her eyes filled with tears. She had dabbed at her eyes as Elise rubbed her shoulder and then put the picture in the gift bag she had brought so it would not be misplaced.

After the games, it had been time to open gifts. Annabelle had offered to write down all the items so Scully had a list. Much laughter and teasing had occurred while she opened them. She had received many cute outfits, a baby carrier and a baby wrap, supplies, baskets to store items, blankets, and many books.

There were even items for her now and after the arrival of the baby. Bubble bath, a couple bottles of red wine, and a bag of dark roasted fully caffeinated coffee beans which made her salivate and the women laugh and nod in solidarity. She strongly suspected someone got in touch with Mulder about items she liked.

After the party, Annabelle had offered to take the gifts home with her and drop them off the next day when she heard of Scully staying the night in the hotel. She was happy to help and cheerfully loaded up her car.

Elise had suggested they go out for a coffee, and so they had. It was nice and interesting to have someone to talk to besides Mulder. She would take him over them any day, but female companionship was something she was sorely lacking. She had enjoyed the couple hours she had spent with Elise. She was funny, smart, sarcastic, and had a great sense of humor. They had a fun time discussing patients who had been tough, or who had really touched their lives. Scully was pleased to find they had so much in common. She was glad they had the chance to bond a little more before the baby was born. She had left shortly after their coffee and arrived at the hotel.

She stood up now and found her phone in her bag. It was 4:00 now. Three and a half hours before she had to be downstairs to meet Mulder for dinner. Maybe she had time to squeeze in a quick nap and then a soak in that wonderful tub. She set the alarm for 5:30, took off everything but her underwear and bra, slipped under the covers into the softest sheets ever, and was asleep in minutes.

It felt as though she had barely closed her eyes when her alarm began blaring. She groaned and hit snooze. After the second time hitting the button, she knew she needed to get up.

She stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the bathtub water. When the temperature was right, she plugged it up and waited for it to fill. She used the toilet, her eyes closed and head down, still tired. The baby suddenly gave her a swift quick and she gasped, her eyes flying open.

“Jesus, little one,” she said softly, rubbing where the baby had kicked. “Try not to kick so hard.”

She stood up and took off her under things. Walking toward the tub, she caught her reflection and walked closer to the mirror. She stared at her stomach, at the way it was stretching to accommodate the growing life inside her. She marveled at the amazement of the reproduction process. How a single sperm and egg begins the process that creates a human life. How something microscopic could find the other, band together, and develop into an actual person. Two halves becoming whole.

She rubbed her stomach, the love for this child filling her heart. She closed her eyes, thinking of her other child out alone in the world. She hoped he had found people to help him on his journey, praying one day that journey would bring him back to her. To Mulder. She wanted to hold him again and see for herself that he was okay.

She opened her eyes and turned to the tub, finding it was nearly full. She saw different types of bubble bath and oils on the edge of the tub she had not noticed before. She looked at them and decided on a lavender scented oil. She added some to the bath and breathed in the scent, feeling relaxed already.

She turned the water off, put her hair up, and climbed in the tub. Oh.. it was wonderful. The tub was so deep, she could almost float around in it. She leaned back and let the lavender scent and warmth of the water soothe her.

The baby rolled and swirled in her stomach. The water seeming to propel her moving like a little fish. She smiled as she watched the movements. She remembered when she was pregnant with William how he would do the same thing; rolling all around inside of her, as she lay in the tub.

He had loved the bath when he was a baby, too. Always splashing and smiling when she put him in water. She closed her eyes as she tried not to cry. She had so few memories of his childhood and the ones she had were so precious.

She found herself wondering about his love of water. Did he always like it? Did he enjoy swimming? That exhilarating feeling of jumping in a cold pool on a hot day?

She could not stop the tears that filler her eyes. She no longer felt the guilt, but she still felt the sadness. She and Mulder had been robbed of loving their son, being his parents, being a family. She sobbed for all they had missed, all they would have had.

The baby moved around again and all of a sudden, she saw a vision of the sea. She could almost feel the wind and smell the salty air. She gasped and her heart started pounding. She knew this was Jackson. Knew he was trying to contact her. She slowed her crying, closed her eyes, and paid attention.

She saw the sand and the rocks, as if seeing it through his eyes. The water was getting closer, the setting sun shining off of it. She saw feet, toes in the water, as the waves approached and receded from the shore. Then ankles were covered with the water, sand squishing between the toes. The water was still, the ripples stopped, when she saw a face reflected in the water. Jackson was grinning at her. He put up two fingers- a peace sign. He nodded and then the vision was gone.

She opened her eyes and cried through her laughter. He was okay. He was somewhere by the sea and he wanted her to know.

Since the night he had come to her months ago, she had not had any visions. She thought he must be learning to control his abilities and it seemed that he had. He figured out how to tap into her emotions when she was thinking of him, needing assurance that he was okay. She cried and cried. Happy tears falling without stopping. He was all right and by the water. He must still love it.

She took deep breaths and turned on the tub jets, letting the bubbles swirl around her as she rubbed her stomach, making a promise to this child. No one would hurt her, or try to take her away from them. There were two of them now and they were stronger together. No harm would come to her.

She reaffirmed a promise to Jackson too, hoping he could still feel her. She would be there for him, they would be there for him, whenever he needed them. The house and they were always waiting for him to come to them, when he was ready. She wiped her face and let the bubbles relax her for just a little longer.

Turning off the jets a few minutes later, she got out of the tub, pulled the plug, and dried off with the fluffy white towel folded by the tub. She put on the robe that was hanging on the back of the door and went into the bedroom.

She had a new dress for this evening, one Mulder had not yet seen. She had bought it when she bought the one for the baby shower. She took it out of her bag and hung it up, glad the material was one that did not wrinkle easily.

It was a deep plum color, with a dark indigo satin piping crisscrossed across the chest. A matching satin sash tied around the high waist and ran the length of the dress, which fell just past her knees. The sleeves were three quarter and fitted. She had loved it before she even tried it on.

She bought new underwear too, lacy plum colored ones and a bra that matched. She planned on enticing Mulder to walk her back up to her room and she wanted to be ready.. for anything.

She took off her robe and put on her lotion before sliding on her underwear and bra and walking into the bathroom with her makeup bag. She put on her makeup a little bit differently tonight, her eyes a bit darker with more eyeliner and mascara than usual. She had a new purple eye shadow that matched her dress which she applied carefully, not wanting to overdo it. She put on lipstick in a shade she had not worn in a long time. Letting her hair down, it fell in loose waves. God bless those pregnancy hormones and prenatal vitamins; her hair was fuller than it ever had been before.

Her phone began ringing from the other room and she walked out and saw that it was Mulder calling.

“Hello?” she said with a smile.

“Scully? Can you hear me?” he shouted, causing her to pull the phone away from her ear.

“Yes, Mulder I can hear you,” she said, sitting on the bed.

“Scully? Hello?” he shouted again.

“Mulder! I can hear you!” she shouted back, trying not to laugh.

“This fucking thing." She heard him mutter. “This Bluetooth, Scully. It never connects right. Hello?”

She put her hand over her mouth and shook her head. He always had a problem with his phone connecting to the Bluetooth in the car. She had received many frantic, expletive filled phone calls from him. He almost always gave up and put his headphones on, cursing all the while.

When she would come home, she would show him again how to connect it and he would claim he had done all that but it did not work. She would easily connect his and he would stand there, shaking his head and cursing. Sounded like she would need to give him another lesson.

“Hello?” he shouted again. “Scully, I fucking give up. I don’t have my headphones with me, so hopefully you can hear me. I’m on my way. I’ll meet you at the restaurant at 7:30. Scully? Shit! I hate this thing! Just fucking connect!” he screamed. And then the phone hung up.

She sat there and laughed at how inept he was at simple things but could phreak a phone to find information. She had to love that man.

She waited, but he did not call back. She got up and picked up her dress, taking it off the hanger and slipping it on. Oh.. she loved the color and was pleased with how good she looked, pregnant stomach and all.

She slid her shoes on, looked at her reflection one more time, then glanced at her phone. Ten minutes. Well, it would take her a few minutes to get downstairs. She also wanted to be already seated when he walked into the restaurant. She wanted to see his face when he saw her in this dress. See his wide eyes of surprise changing to desire. It never failed to arouse her.

She put her key card in her bra and left her phone behind. She would not need anything else and when they arrived at the door later and he watched her take the key out of her bra.. she knew he would be staying for a little while. Yes, she knew what she was doing.

As she arrived at the restaurant, she noticed there was a wedding reception in the large room next door. She could hear a band playing and she smiled, silently wishing the couple a lifetime of happiness.

She walked up to the restaurant hostess and gave her name. She was seated right away, with the eyes of the hostess on her stomach. Scully laughed quietly at her attempt to be nonchalant about it, but failing miserably. The hostess caught her eye and blushed as she walked away and Scully just laughed again.

She sat facing the front of the restaurant and waited. The waiter approached and she ordered some bubbly water for her and a beer for Mulder.

She saw Mulder walking up a couple minutes later out of the corner of her eye. She kept facing away until she knew he had spoken to the hostess. When she saw him looking for her, she stared straight at him.

She saw the face when he saw her, the exact one she had been hoping for. His eyes widened and his surprised gaze traveled down what he could see. His eyes had became desirous on the return trip to her face. Oh yeah, she still had it. Scoot in her boot and all that.

She saw him wave the hostess away and point to her. He walked over and his eyes burned into her. She stood up and he stopped walking, eyes roaming over her body. The waiter arrived and her attention was momentarily diverted as he set the drinks down.

Mulder made it to her side as the waiter backed away. He placed a hand on her hip and brushed his lips against her cheek, then moved to her ear.

“Jesus Christ, Scully. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look right now?” he whispered, his fingers on her hip curling in and pulling at her.

“I have some idea,” she impishly replied as he stood back and stared at her. His gaze traveled from her face, to her breasts, her legs, and stopped at her breasts again, before looking in her eyes.

“We should have just ordered room service. My god..” he said, shaking his head.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Mulder,” she said letting her eyes travel over his tall frame.

He had on dark jeans and a white shirt under a black sweater she loved. He smelled amazing and she almost suggested they head upstairs, but she had made the effort to get dressed and made up. She wanted to have a nice night out with him, not knowing how many of them they had left before the baby arrived.

He shook his head and stepped back from her. He held her chair as she sat back down before taking his seat across from her. He shook his head again, as she smiled at him.

“Seriously, Scully. They need to retire that dress and let it forever be known as the “Dana Scully dress.” No one would ever or could ever hope to look as beautiful as you when they wear it. No one should even bother trying.” he said, his eyes dark, his face serious.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mulder, but it will not feed the hungry child inside me. So, let’s figure out what we’re going to have for dinner and then you can keep those compliments coming,” she said, raising her eyebrows and reaching for her menu. He laughed and reached for his as she grazed his leg with her foot and he looked at her as she smiled at him.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

He nodded and smiled back at her. They were quiet as they studied the menu. The waiter came up again and told them of the specials. He described a pasta with creamy tomato sauce, that made Scully’s stomach growl. She asked for that and set her menu down, looking at Mulder. He ordered a steak and potatoes, a side of fries, and a bowl of French onion soup.

The waiter looked at him, but said nothing. He left the table, taking their menus, and Scully looked at Mulder.

“Potatoes and fries, Mulder?” she asked him, raising her eyebrows.

“Stop. The fries are for you. You know you want them and you have been craving them as long as the grilled cheese sandwiches. You won’t ever order them, but you always want them,” he said, looking at her pointedly.

He was right, and she could not argue that he was not. She had craved the oddest things. Grilled cheese sandwiches, green olives, French fries, and grape juice. God, thinking about the tart taste of the grape juice, made her mouth water. Jesus, it sounded so good.

“You want me to see if they have grape juice?” he asked with a smirk as he watched her smack her lips.

She stared at him as if his question was preposterous. But the thought of drinking that grape juice made her change her look to pleadingly. He smiled and nodded as he got up from the table.

Oh, she needed that grape juice. She watched him talk to the waiter and he shook his head. Her heart sank and she felt incredibly silly for feeling so needy for something so small.

Mulder was gone from her sight for awhile and she felt so embarrassed that he must have left the restaurant searching for grape juice. No way he would find it, if the restaurant did not have any. Where would he even look in this hotel?

She looked around again and he came walking past the hostess stand. His hands were empty and she felt strangely like she was going to break down in tears. God damn.. this was so embarrassing.

He walked up to the table and stood beside her.

“Sit down. Please,” she said quietly, begging him as she reached for his hand.

“Wait,” he said, reaching behind him and pulling out a small bottle of fancy grape juice, apparently from his waistband, and setting it on the table.

“What?!” she exclaimed, grabbing for it.

“The wedding next door,” he explained, laughing as he sat down. “I figured someone over there had to want something nonalcoholic. Turns out, kids do, Scully. Who knew huh?” He smiled at her.

He took the bottle from her and opened it up. She drank her bubbly water down in three big gulps and handed him her glass. He chuckled as he poured it in and she grabbed it back.

The first sip of it hit her tongue and her eyes rolled back in her head. At that moment, someone would have had a hard time convincing her that sex was better than taking a drink of a liquid she craved so much. She drank it down in a few gulps and she sat back, fully satisfied, and no longer caring who thought what about her.

“Good?” he asked her, a laughing smile on his face. She got up out of her chair and leaned down and kissed him. Then again, her tongue lightly grazing his.

“Ahem..” A voice said to her right side.

The waiter was standing there with the plate of fries and the salad that came with her meal. She stood up and went back to her seat, grabbing the bottle of grape juice on her way.

She poured another glassful and kept her eyes on Mulder. He was watching her, stuck between desire and trying not to laugh. The waiter set her plate of salad down in front of her and put the fries in the middle of the table.

“Thank you,” Mulder said, his eyes never leaving Scully’s.

The waiter left, both of them smiling and then laughing. He grabbed a couple fries and she took a small drink before starting on her salad.

The rest of the meal passed uneventfully. They discussed what they had done that day and what the plan was for tomorrow. Scully told him about Annabelle bringing the gifts by tomorrow. She needed to come by at 9:00, before mass with her family. Mulder said he would be there and not to worry about it.

After they ate, and Scully finished the bottle of grape juice, the waiter asked if they wanted dessert. Scully declined and Mulder did as well. He paid the bill and they left the restaurant.

As they walked out, they heard the band playing a fast number and laughter coming from inside the wedding reception.

“You want to go crash a wedding, Scully?” Mulder asked her mischievously, taking her hand and tugging her toward the door.

“No!” she said, pulling on his hand. “It’s bad enough you somehow pilfered that bottle of grape juice. I mean, you know what that meant to me, but still. We can’t walk into someone’s wedding reception. Also, I’m not exactly inconspicuous here,” she added, motioning to her stomach.

“You look good. Better than good,” he told her, stroking her cheek. “But you’re right, Scully. It’s probably good we don’t head in there. All the attention would be on you and the bride would feel jealous. Best not to do that on her big day.”

“Mulder..” she said, but she could not stop her smile.

“And Scully, I didn’t pilfer the grape juice. I simply explained to a waiter that I had a very pregnant woman waiting for me and she needed grape juice. He said his wife just had a baby recently so he understood. Then he got it for me,” he told her, shrugging his shoulders.

His fingers moved to her hair, holding it as he stroked it down over her shoulder. They stared at one another before they both turned when they heard a slower song start. It was not the wedding band, but prerecorded music, but not a song she recognized.

Mulder extended his hand and she smiled as she took it. He pulled her close and they began to sway slowly. She took a deep breath and breathed in his scent. The aftershave he wore, but the Mulder scent she would recognize anywhere. She closed her eyes and relaxed into his embrace.

Oh, I always let you down You're shattered on the ground But still I find you there Next to me And oh, stupid things I do I'm far from good, it's true But still I find you Next to me

She missed the beginning of the song, but the chorus hit her square in the chest. It was as if someone was describing their life. No matter what happened, always next to each other. She listened to the next part of the song more carefully.

There's something about the way that you always see the pretty view Overlook the blooded mess, always lookin' effortless And still you, still you want me I got no innocence, faith ain't no privilege I am a deck of cards, vice or a game of hearts And still you, still you want me

She felt Mulder tighten his grip on her and she knew he too was listening to the words.

Oh, I always let you down You're shattered on the ground But still I find you there Next to me And oh, stupid things I do I'm far from good, it's true But still I find you Next to me

He pulled back and looked at her. He held her face, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. They stared at each other. The words of the song seeming to speak directly to them.

So thank you for taking a chance on me I know it isn't easy But I hope to be worth it

Mulder leaned his forehead to hers, his hands sliding down her arms and onto her waist. They stood, swaying slightly to the music, holding onto one another. Speaking the best way they did, with no words. Relying on touch and looks to relay how they felt.

So thank you for taking a chance on me I know it isn't easy But I hope to be worth it

Oh, I always let you down You're shattered on the ground But still I find you there Next to me And oh, stupid things I do I'm far from good, it's true But still I find you Next to me

As the song ended and a new one began, he pulled her tighter and whispered his love for her. His thanks, his appreciation, and his apologies. She leaned back and held his face in her hands.

“No more apologies, Mulder. Forgiveness has been granted. I love you. So much,” she said quietly before she kissed him.

He pulled her close and held her to him. The new song was faster, but still they held each other and swayed slowly.

“Could I possibly interest you in walking me upstairs? Maybe ordering some dessert from room service?” she mumbled into his chest. He laughed and pulled back, staring at her as he touched her cheek again.

“I don’t need any dessert, but I would definitely be interested in seeing you safely to your room. Making sure you make it to bed without any trouble. Or.. maybe a little trouble,” he said, raising his eyebrows and winking at her.

“You chose wisely,” she said, grabbing his hand and walking to the elevators, as he laughed behind her. “I’ve got something for you to see when we get upstairs.”

She stopped at the bank of elevators, pushed the up button, and turned to him. She leaned in and he bent his head toward her.

“Not to completely spoil the surprise, but it’s something under my dress,” she whispered in his ear.

He gave a sharp intake of breath, straightening up as the elevator doors opened. He quickly escorted her inside, pushed her against the wall, and began kissing her as the doors closed behind them. The music from the wedding reception fell silent, his love for her the only music she needed to hear.

#The X Files #XF Fanfic #Post MSIV #Evening Out #Shared Visions #Baby Shower #Happy #Dinner #Dancing #Spending Time Together

[lolamxrcado]

(SHAY MITCHELL, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER) ~ Have you seen (LOLA MERCADO) around  Hawthorne Tower? She is a (33) year-old and has lived in suite (401) for  (1 MONTH). She is a (SCORPIO),  so they can be (AMBITIOUS) & (BOLD), but also (MANIPULATIVE) &  (SELF-ABSORBED). Rumor has it, she (WAS RECENTLY CUT OFF FROM HER TRUST FUND).

hi everyone!! i’m paige (she/her, 24, gmt) and i’m super excited to rp with y’all <3 did my aquarius nature make 2/3 of my bisasters aquarius also? perhaps. anyways you can find some info on lovelyish lola under the cut along with some wanted connections etc. feel free to message me if you wanna plot ‘n chat xo

lola’s tldr; bratty socialite is cut off from trust fund and is still screaming! usually very fun but like, not dependable. will accidentally insult your outfit oops. isn’t a bad person, probably??? but isn’t very good at being good either sigh. self destructive but cute. really worried about what she’s gonna do when her clothes run out and need, like, laundered??? will she have to do this herself or???

Lola Mercado / 33 / Former Heiress, Socialite, All Around Rich Bish / Room 401

Lola is a trust fund baby who probably still eats her yogurt with the same diamond encrusted spoon she was born with. Her parents are a CEO of a company that made the family filthy rich (mom) and a soap superstar (dad) on still-running series (let’s call it...”Now and Forever”). Basically, Lola never had to learn how to do anything for herself. She doesn’t know the street value of a banana.

Born and raised in New York, she was a very busy child and then teen enrolled in every extra-curricular you can think of. She modeled, she did commercials, rode horses, learned how to drive a speedboat (crashed a speedboat), almost released a single but it didn’t work out (for the best #rip). She tried everything because she could, got bored and then dropped it. Such was life.

Has very fickle friends but then again, so is she so... She loved to be surrounded by people though, whether they really liked her or not. She hates the quiet, hates to be alone and has filled her days with impromptu trips and outlandish spending. Only people who don’t have money say it can’t buy happiness- duh!

Now, she may have gone to college (business communications and fashion) but she didn’t really do anything with that. Spring break was a lot of fun and she’ll probably never forget those college flings but whatever. Her mom has always lowkey been bugging her to “do something” but honestly, why? Life is for living and there’s no way Lola is going to be in some gross, 9-5, job just to stop the texts from her mom.

Okay so you get her vibe? Very shallow, super fun, no cares in the absolute world and loves her stuff. Now, she might have had a little too much fun. The partying, the paparazzi, the string of famous and semi-famous messy lovers, the shame she brought to the family, the drunken rants, that one time she crashed her Mercedes into a store window (it was closed and looked like the entrance to the parking garage okay!) and all the times her parents had to bail her out piled up.

This behaviour may have got her more followers on Instagram and made for some wild stories to tell over cocktails but it was the last straw for her parents. They went on about “last chances” and blah blah blah. Then Lola might have made a tiny scene at one of her mom’s big business schmooze fests and uh, well, apparently that whole “last chance” thing wasn’t fake. They cut her off. Cue the screaming!

She begged, she pleaded but she was thrown out with barely enough suitcases while card after card was declined. Total nightmare. Her fickle friends did not call and none of her shitty exes cared enough either. She wasn’t totally broke (on the way though, yikes) but obviously in her eyes her life was O-V-E-R. With her wounded pride, she managed to call in enough favours to make it to Miami and the hotel. She’s mortified to be on the fourth floor (she’s penthouse or death, usually) but c’est la vie. Basically in hiding and trying to recover from the drama. Can barely make toast help her.

Extras ;

A Flirty Bi-Con & a Scorpio !

Has been in the tabloids for being messy & looking fabulous.

Closest thing she had to a job was when she got to play a character on her dad’s soap for a wild story arc - she will bring this up.

Tells the wildest stories, who honestly knows if they’re 100% true or not.

Her mom blocked her on social media #rip

Kindred spirits include Alexis Rose & Cher Horowitz (with a splash of accidental mean & family drama)

Wanted Connections ;

New hotel connections? She’s only been her a minute but maybe she made a terrible first impression on your character? She might have mistaken them for a bellhop or something and was like here’s idk $20 please deal with my bags. Or she could have bumped into them and spilled coffee on them (probably didn’t apologise). Insulted their outfit cause she was in a grouchy mood.

She knocked the wing mirror off your car and left a note saying ‘oospie’.

Follow her on instagram / mutual followers.

Anyone on her floor? Maybe she invited them in for drinks or they heard her having a lowkey tantrum over her new tragic situation (she would have lied about what was wrong of course, no one can know she’s.........cut off).

Old friends : so Lola has traveled all over so they could have met anywhere! They could have partied together, were roomies for a while, flew off together on wild adventures. Maybe they had a friendship break up because Lola is a FOOL and despite missing them so so so much she just never got back in touch?

Messy exes / hook ups / ones that got away etc

TBC

#hawthorneooc #intro; #bio; #don't touch me i'm expensive `*& lola

[taehyungiestummy]

Return to Paradise -- Chapter Thirteen

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         “Ah, you all look great,” I smile as the boys enter the make-up room. Well, that’s what I’ve decided to call it.

         “You look cute, little one,” Yoongi nods at me.

         “Our outfits are like Namjoon’s in the music video for his solo,” Hoseok says. “Why?”

         “I look good,” Jimin smirks. “Weird choice of clothing, still hot.”

         Emily and I laugh.

         “It’s bellhops, which is interesting,” Emily says.

         “I agree,” I nod. “Whoa, I didn’t even have to think to speak Korean.”

         “I can imagine you two, back in America, in class,” Seokjin smiles. “Just talking in Korean, without realizing it. Being stared at by everyone.”

         “Hm, yes, that will happen. Just means we belong here. With you boys.”

         “That’s what we keep telling you,” Jungkook laughs.

         The boys cycle through getting their make-up done. Only two at a time, so Emily and I play phone games to pass the time.

         “You sure you girls will be okay staying back here to watch us perform?” Namjoon takes a seat in the chair next to Emily.

         “Yes,” Emily grabs his hand. “We won’t be alone, with all these people here.”

         “Yeah, plus, then we can be the first ones to greet you coming off stage.”

         “All sweaty,” Taehyung takes the seat next to me. “All hyped up. What do you think about that?”

         “As long as you kiss me first,” I smirk, looking up at Taehyung.

         “Wouldn’t want it any other way,” he grins back.

         “Don’t even,” Yoongi strictly orders as he walks passed.

         I giggle, “Maybe I’ll kiss you, Yoongi.”

         Yoongi stops and turns back to look at me, “A hug will do.”

         “I want a hug,” Jungkook pouts.

         “Me too,” Jimin pouts along.

         “Give this performance your all, and I will give hugs to everyone,” I smile. “Emily too. Can you do that?”

         “Yes!” The boys of BTS shout.

         A few minutes later, the boys are ushered out of the room to get ready with any final things backstage. This is what they have been waiting for all day.

         “I want that kiss,” I lean back in my chair, grabbing my glasses case out of a small bag I brought.

         “You’ll get it,” Emily smirks. “Miss his lips?”

         “Fuck yes.”

         “Even as the boys are gone, we still stick to Korean.”

         I shrug, “Just easy to stick with one language.” I slip my glasses on and look up at the TV.

         “I hope Namjoon kisses me,” Emily sighs.

         “If he doesn’t, you kiss him. Problem solved.”

         “Gah, I could. Maybe he likes that.”

         “Won’t know unless you ask or try it.”

         “True. Have to wait and see.”

         “Hey, they’re on.”

         The performance is just as perfect as the last two. The boys give it their all, and it is a great show to watch. This is where I want to be a long more in the future.

         “They left through this door, right?” I ask Emily as we stand near the door the boys should enter.

         “Positive,” Emily nods.

         Seconds later, Seokjin bursts through the door. Followed by Hoseok and Jimin. The three get hugs as quickly as possible.

         “Looking good, Jiminie,” I say as we break our hug.

         “Looking cute, Amber,” Jimin smiles. “Tae is coming.”

         Jungkook and Yoongi are next to enter.

         “Hey, she’s my sister,” Yoongi pulls Jungkook off me before encasing me in a hug.

         I giggle, “Sorry Kookie. He’s a little protective.”

         “I know,” Jungkook laughs. “I’ll get a proper hug.”

         Yoongi lifts me off the ground for a few seconds, placing me down and breaking the hug after. “Little one, I hope you are proud.”

         “Of course,” I pat Yoongi’s cheek. “I am so proud. You guys works hard, and I know this is big.”

         “Ah,” he nods. “Yes, this is big.”

         “I’m happy for my brother.”

         Yoongi embarrassingly smiles, ruffles my hair, and walks off.

         “Jagiya!” Taehyung is quick to scoop me up in his arms.

         “Ah!” I squeal, catching a glimpse of Namjoon as Emily kisses him

         “I love you,” Taehyung smashes our lips together.

         I do my best to kiss back, but Taehyung has taken control. His sweaty body squished against mine; his hands resting close to my butt. I maneuver my arms away from our bodies, bringing my hands up to mess with his sweaty hair.

         “Okay, enough of that,” Yoongi says.

         Taehyung pulls away, resting his forehead on mine. “Did Amber not give you a kiss, Yoongi-hyung?”

         I roll my eyes, “Don’t tease your elder, Taehyung.”

         “Listen to your girlfriend, Tae,” Yoongi says.

         “Listen to me Tae,” I giggle.

         Taehyung releases his hold on me, “Fine, no teasing. For now,” he smirks.

         I turn away from him, a yawn escaping my mouth.

         “Tired, little one?” Yoongi pulls me into his side.

         “Good thing tomorrow is a day off,” Namjoon speaks up.

         “Yah, Joonie,” Emily whines. “Did you like my kiss?”

         “Of course, babe,” Namjoon kisses Emily’s temple. “I love your kisses.”

         “Jagi, did you like my kiss?” Taehyung asks.

         “Eh, it was alright,” I go straight-faced.

         “Looking like Yoongi there,” Seokjin says.

         “Maybe they are related,” Hoseok gasps.

         “Idiots,” Yoongi and I mumble.

         “Was my kiss really that bad?” Taehyung pouts.

         “Not your best,” I shrug. “Really, it could have been better. I have only kissed you, so I have only other kisses form you to compare it to. It was like the worst so far.” It is hard not to smile at how good this teasing it.

         “Then I’ll just have to kiss you until I get a good one in,” Taehyung reaches for me, a smile now on his lips.

         “No,” I squeal, rushing away as Taehyung tries to grab me. “You can’t get me,” I jump over objects as the boy chases after me.

         “Look at the cutest couple ever,” Emily laughs. “Too cute.”

         “I was kidding Tae,” I giggle as he grabs my hips, pulling me into his chest. “I love all your kisses. I promise you that.”

         “Good, because I am never going to stop kissing you,” Taehyung grins before pressing his lips to mine.

********

         “Taehyung,” I say through laughs as the boy carries me by piggy-back into the dorm living room from his bedroom.

         “Rap with me,” Taehyung bounces me a bit, his hands gripping my thighs. “Come on, please.”

         “What will you rap?” Seokjin glances up from his phone. The oldest is sitting in what he has claimed as his seat: the recliner.

         “I’m not rapping,” I roll my eyes. “Singing in Korean is still something I have trouble with,” I rest my chin on top of Taehyung’s head. “I will not rap.”

         “Sing in English,” Emily suggests, snuggling into Namjoon’s side. The two are sitting on the couch doing something on their phones.

         “Or no,” I give my best friend an angry, no teeth smile. “Why would I do that?”

         “You can dance,” Jungkook speaks up from his spot lying on the floor. “If you can sing, that’s amazing.”

         “Sing for us,” Jimin smiles from his spot next to Jungkook. “Please,” he playfully pouts and widens his eyes.

         “Come on jagi,” Taehyung releases my legs.

         “Ah,” I wrap my legs around Taehyung’s torso. “Don’t put me down. I am not singing.”

         “It’s just us,” Namjoon says. “No reason to be embarrassed.”

         “I bet you have a lovely voice,” Seokjin smiles.

         “Jagiya, sing for me,” Taehyung whines, grabbing my thighs to hold me.

         “What do I get, hm?” I mess with his hair. “Will you sing for me? I will sing if you sing for me.”

         “If you sing, I’ll sing,” Jimin pipes up.

         “Me too,” Jungkook lies his phone down on his chest.

         “Ah, I have the maknae line right were I want them,” I giggle. “You guys are the best. Tae, babe, will you sing for me?”

         “Yes, I will sing for you,” Taehyung bounces me a few times.

         “Put me down,” I sigh.

         Taehyung releases my thighs, helping me off his back.

         “Where are Hoseok and Yoongi? I don’t want them to miss this.”

         “In their rooms,” Seokjin replies. “Probably sleeping.”

         “Tae, you get Hobi, and I will get Yoongi,” I nod.

         “Yoongi will be super grumpy if you wake him up,” Emily says. “Do you not remember the Bangtan Bombs? No one dares mess with him when he is sleeping.”

         “I know,” I wave her off. “But it’s me. You want to hear me sing, don’t you?”

         “Good luck waking him up,” Jungkook says.

         “Let’s go Tae,” I grab Taehyung’s hand and drag him down to where the boys’ rooms are.

         Taehyung stops at Hoseok’s room, and I continue down to Yoongi’s. I slowly open the door, stepping inside the darkened room. “Yoongi,” I softly call out.

         “Mm,” Yoongi mumbles, his figure moving around in his bed.

         I tip-toe over clothes and notebooks to reach Yoongi in bed. “I really don’t want to wake you, but I want you to hear me sing.” I lean down so my face is so close my nose is touching his cheek.

         His face looks so peaceful, even if he just has his calm unimpressed face on.

         “Wake up, brother,” I smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

         “Amber,” Yoongi mumbles, reaching out to me and wrapping his arms around me. In a moment, I am next to the boy, his arms hold me close with no room to escape.

         “Yoongi,” I whine. “Come on, you have to wake up. I want to sing for all of you.”

         “Sleep,” he mumbles against my forehead.

         “No, Yoongi,” I wiggle in his grasp, but he just holds me tighter. “Me, sing.”

         “Or no.”

         “Yes, I want to sing. For you, for Tae, for the others.”

         “Don’t you know that waking me will bring the evil out?”

         “Unless it’s me,” I smirk. “Your little sister.”

         “Oh, even you won’t be able to escape my wrath.”

         “What are you going to do?”

         He doesn’t say anything before his fingers attack my sides, tickling me with no regret.

         “I hate you!” I squeal in laughter as I swat at his hands to no avail.

         “Don’t think so,” Yoongi grins, maneuvering to hover over me.

         After what seems like an eternity, his fingers stop, and I am left panting.

         “Singing, hm?” Yoongi says. “In what tongue?”

         “Not my current one,” I pat his cheek. “My native tongue.”

         “I bet you have a lovely voice, little one.”

         “Up to all of you to decide,” I smile.

         “What is going on?” Taehyung’s voice breaks my gaze away from Yoongi to look at the boy in the doorway.

         “Hi Tae,” I wave at him. “Look, Yoongi is up, and he’s not angry with me.”

         “Yoongi-hyung, were you kissing my jagi?” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest.

         “Yes, I was kissing my sister,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, climbing off me and standing next to his bed.

         “Tae, you get so jealous, and this time it is not okay,” I sigh. “I love you.” I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of Yoongi’s bed. “Only you. You don’t have to worry.”

         Yoongi pulls me up off his bed, a hand on my far hip. “You two are soulmates, Taehyung. She’ll always be with you. I know that for fact.”

         “That means a lot, hyung,” Taehyung smiles. “I guess I’m just insecure since I have never had a girlfriend like this.”

         “No need to be,” I tenderly smile. “You are such a cutie, and I love you so much.”

         “A manly cutie?’

         “God, not if you ask,” Yoongi groans. “Amber is going to sing for us, and we are wasting time in my room.”

         “Yoongi, no need to be harsh,” I turn to look at him.

         “Whatever,” he looks down at me. “I’ll be in the living room.”

         The next moment is a blur as Yoongi leans down to press a kiss to the very corner edge of my mouth. He’s straight-faced the entire time, and walks out of his room once the deed is done like nothing happened.

         “Wow,” I lightly touch the part of my mouth Yoongi’s lips touched. “I think your hyung just teased you. In a very testy way.”

         Taehyung is in front of me in an instant. “Brotherly love it seems.” His voice is deeper than usual. “Though, I don’t think brothers usually act that way.”

         “Tae, don’t get mad at him,” I place my hands on his upper arms. “Truly, all he did was tickle me in his bed. That was a friendship kiss. Please, don’t blow up. He wanted to make a point.”

         His hands cup my face, “Who am I?”

         “Taehyung,” I hesitantly answer. “My best friend and boyfriend.”

         “Yes, but not the answer I wanted,” he presses a kiss to my lips. “Who am I?”

         “Ah, you are oppa,” I push up on my toes. “I love you,” I coo.

         “That’s right,” he smirks. “I love you, kitten.”

         “Kitten? I like sweetie, or cutie, or something.” I press my lips to his. “Maybe I’ll warm up to kitten. Princess would be good too.”

         Taehyung relaxes, “Princess, I can do that. I love you, princess,” he connects our lips for a few seconds.

         “Come now, I have to sing for all of you,” I grab his hand, pulling him towards the hallway.

         “Hold up,” Taehyung pulls me back into his chest. “Maybe I should mark you, so everyone understands that we are together. Give them a reminder.”

         “No,” I whimper. “Not right now. Don’t embarrass me.”

         He places multiple kisses on my neck, “Okay, I won’t. Maybe later though. Time to hear you sing.” He takes charge and drags me to the living room.

         Everyone is where they were when I left, now with Hoseok on the floor and Yoongi on the couch.

         “Amber, are you really going to sing for us?” Hoseok smiles.

         “Yes, I said I would,” I push Taehyung so he will sit down on the couch. “I even thought of a song to sing,” I go and stand in front of the group.

         “What song?” Jimin asks.

         “A song called ‘Wings’ by a girl group called Little Mix.”

         “What part?” Emily sits up a little bit.

         “The chorus,” I nod. “So is everyone ready?”

         “You will be singing in English?” Jungkook asks.

         “Yes, sorry,” I bite my lower lip. “I’ll practice Korean for next time.”

         “Next time,” Namjoon smiles. “Looks like we have our own little performer.”

         My cheeks heat up, “We’ll see.”

         “I bet you will sing for us a lot after this,” Seokjin smiles.

         “Okay, enough, I want to hear little one sing,” Yoongi slightly smiles at me. “Go ahead.”

         “Ah, okay,” I take a deep breath. “Mamma told me not to waste my life,” I sing out in English. “She said spread your wings my little butterfly. Don’t let what they said keep you up at night, and they can’t detain you, ‘cause wings are made to fly,” I hold the note a little longer than the girl’s do. “And we don’t let nobody bring us down. No matter what you say it won’t hurt me. Don’t matter if I fall from the sky. These wings are made to fly,” I hold the note out for just a few seconds.

         The group bursts into clapping as soon as they realize I have finished. My head goes down, staring at my bare feet as my cheeks steam with heat.

         “Jagi, that was so pretty,” Taehyung’s Korean reminds me to switch back.

         “Really?” I nervously giggle.

         “It’s not perfect, but it was nice to listen to,” Seokjin says.

         “I’ll help you get better,” Jimin and Jungkook blurt out.

         “Like you two could teach her,” Hoseok laughs.

         “She needs a real teacher,” Yoongi says. “We have one.”

         “Oh no,” I shake my head. “I don’t want a singing teacher. I don’t want to sing for anything other than fun. You can all teach me what you know, and that will be good.”

         “We can do that,” Namjoon says.

         “Amber can only take one teacher,” Emily chuckles.

         I lift my head up, brushing hair out of my face. “Yeah, a dance teacher is enough. I’d love you seven to teach me, though. Min Yoongi, you can teach me to rap!”

         “Maybe, little one,” Yoongi wag an index finger at me.

         “I can teach you to rap,” Taehyung shows his boxy smile.

         “You can’t rap,” Hoseok bluntly says.

         “Ouch,” I hold in my laughter as Taehyung’s face falls into a frown.

         “I can rap,” Taehyung pouts.

         “I’ll rap with you, Tae,” I walk over and sit next to my boyfriend. “Right now though, some boys called the maknae line have some singing for me to do.” 

********

         “Hello Nari,” I smile as I answer the phone call from my cousin. “Can you believe this storm?” I lean up against the hallway wall.

         “That’s why I’m calling,” Nari says. “It’s too risky to pick you girls up, and as much as I hate it, you need to stay the night at the dorms.”

         “Really?”

         “Yes, really. It is the best plan. I trust you girls won’t do anything stupid. I’ll stop by and drop clothes off before grocery shopping tomorrow.”

         “Sounds perfect,” I nod. “We will be smart tonight. I promise.”

         “Good. I’ll let you go then. Have a nice night.”

         “Goodnight Nari. See you in the morning.”

         The line goes dead and I pull the phone away from my face. A crack of thunder shakes the dorm and has me running back to the living room. I jump over the back of the couch and snuggle into Taehyung’s side.

         “Aw, jagiya, did the thunder scare you?” Taehyung pulls me into his lap.

         “Yes,” I whimper.

         “No need to be scared, Amber,” Jimin says. “Seven strong men here can protect you.”

         “You are welcome,” Emily laughs.

         “Fuck you,” I glare at my best friend.

         “Excuse you?” Yoongi tosses a pillow at me. “Did you just swear?”

         “Hell yes,” I grin. “Still innocent?”

         “Very,” Yoongi chuckles.

         “I liked it,” Taehyung whispers in my ear.

         “Nari just texted me saying you girls are staying over because of the storm,” Seokjin speaks up. “This will be interesting.”

         “Sleepover!” Jungkook blurts out.

         “It’s already been on,” I sit up, pulling my face out of Taehyung’s chest. “Singing, take-out, watching TV, playing video games.”

         “Yes, but it won’t end with you two going home,” Namjoon points out.

         “Where will the girls sleep?” Hoseok asks.

         “Wherever they want,” Seokjin shrugs. “They aren’t babies, and Nari trusts them, so I do too.”

         “I don’t know if I trust the boys,” Yoongi scoffs.

         “I won’t do anything to Amber, I promise,” Taehyung holds me close as another crack of thunder shakes the walls.

         “I need you,” I whimper, clinging to Taehyung.

         “Amber has a reason,” Namjoon says. “What about you, Emily?”

         “Someone is sleeping on the floor,” Emily says. “And it is not going to be me.”

         “Babe, come on,” Namjoon gives Emily a kiss. “You know you want to share a bed with me.”

         “Ugh, fine,” Emily fakes disgust before giggling.

         “What about clothes?” I yawn. “I can not sleep in normal clothes.”

         “I’ll lend you some,” Taehyung kisses the tip of my ear. “You will be so cute in my clothes.”

         “As long as you are covered, I am okay with you two sharing a bed,” Yoongi says. “Or you can snuggle with me and I’ll protect you.”

         “Next time, Yoongi,” I smile over at the blonde. “It’s sure to storm again.”

         “Do you guys have to practice tomorrow?” Emily asks.

         “Just vocals,” Seokjin answers. “We can’t work our bodies too much.”

         “Then we will spend time with Nari tomorrow,” I say. “Traveling with you boys is so close.”

         “This summer is way better than last, isn’t it?” Jungkook smiles.

         “It is, Kookie,” I smile back.

         A crash of thunder fills my ears and has me curling into myself.

         “I think we should head to bed,” Namjoon says. “I don’t like seeing Amber so scared. Sleep will help.”

         “I hope so,” I whine. “I don’t like this. Storms are terrible. Too loud. No, no.”

         “Aw, princess, it’ll be okay,” Taehyung rubs his hands up and down my back. “I’m here and won’t let anything hurt you.”

         “Let’s go to bed,” I pull my emotions together and climb off Taehyung. “I need sleep.”

         With my cue, everyone gets up and makes their way out of the living room to their rooms. Thunder and lightning continue to crash and light up Taehyung’s room as the two of us get ready for bed. I hold myself together as I change into a sweater and shorts of Taehyung’s.

         “I plugged your phone in, and your glasses case is right next to it,” Taehyung climbs into his bed where I am already snuggled under the covers.

         “Thank you,” I yawn.

         He pulls me into his chest, “You’re welcome, jagi. Are you comfortable?”

         I snuggle into Taehyung’s chest. “I am. This is nice. I like being close to you like this.”

         “I like holding you close,” he kisses my forehead. “The storm can’t hurt you if I hold you in my arms.”

         “Such a man,” I close my eyes.

         “I know,” Taehyung giggles. “I love you, jagi.”

         “I love you too, Tae,” I whimper as thunder cracks outside.

         “It’s okay, princess. I have you. Focus on me.”

         “Sing to me. Sing that ‘Hug Me’ song, please. It will calm me, and help me fall asleep.”

         “You didn’t have to explain yourself. Of course I’ll sing to you,” he lowers his voice. “Are you ready?”

         “Yes,” I grab his hand.

         Taehyung’s deep voice fills my ears moments later. The song is slow and calming and I feel better in seconds. Within minutes, I am lulled to sleep by my boyfriend’s beautiful singing. The storm but a distant dull in the background.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Truth, thunderstorms freak me out so much, and I can’t handle it. I wish I had someone like Tae to cuddle me when they happen. Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading! :D

#BTS #BTS x OC #BTS imagine #BTS fanfiction #Jungkook x OC #Jungkook imagine #Taehyung x OC #Taehyung imagine #Jimin x OC #Jimin imagine #Namjoon x OC #Namjoon imagine #Hoseok x OC #Hoseok imagine #Yoongi x OC #Yoongi imagine #Seokjin x OC #Seokjin imagine #My OCs

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Ok I just love your writing alot and I was wondering if you could write a one- shot on a black! reader and either pre-serum Steve or 1940s Bucky. Please. If you can.

Prettiest Girl

Fandom: Marvel 

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Black Reader

Characters: Pre Serum Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Dot, OFC,

Word Count: 1453 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Steve & Bucky double date

Tags/ Warnings: Racism, Jerks, First Date, Flirting, Fighting, 1940s America [basically 2019 america so]

Notes: sorry this took so long. Also didn't really want to make  a story based around race but it's hard to not mention it in 1940s America is hope you like it 

‘Oh go on Y/N! Dot said she wouldn’t go on a date with me unless we doubled,’ Bucky whined. I worked with Bucky at a hotel in downtown Manhattan. He was a bellhop and I was a maid. I had come to know him quite well over the past few months as he spent most of his time dodging work to flirt with my friend Dot. The hotel made us pair up with another maid and I usually worked most of my shifts with her. Bucky had a way with the girls but despite finding him very charming Dot was a fan of the chase. 

‘I don’t know Bucky,’ I said, ‘I don’t feel like being a third wheel.’‘You won’t be a third wheel, my friend Steve will be there.’ ‘So Steve and I can watch you two flirt all night?’ ‘Well you could talk to him,’ Bucky jibed and I sighed placing the towels I had been folding down on my cart. Dot was a little way down the hall tidying one of the suites for a very important guest who we had been under special instructions to keep happy - hence why it was taking her so long. I huffed an irritated smile at him.‘You know you want to,’ he smirked.‘Okay ...but dinner is on you.’ ‘Of course,’ he said, ‘Friday at 8 okay?’ ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘Barnes!’ came a bark from down the hall as one of our managers appeared spotting bucky loitering by my cart, ‘stop chatting and get back to work! The lobby is swamped!’ ‘Yes Sir,’ Bucky said with a fake smile before throwing an eye roll at me and heading off down the hall. Not long after he had gone Dot appeared at my side, complaining about the VIP who had gotten on her every nerve. ‘Well, this will cheer you up,’ I said. ‘What?’ ‘Looks like the chase is over. You and Bucky are going on a date on Friday.’ ‘You actually agreed to double?! I never thought you’d go for that!’ ‘Really?! Sorry,’ I laughed, ‘looks like I’ve landed you in it there!’ ‘Definitely,’ she said placing her head in her hand dramatically, ‘oh well. He’s cute.’

Friday rolled quick and I was in Dot’s bedroom watching her fret about what to wear. I had picked a simple tea dress which complimented my complexion and some low heeled shoes. I had seen nearly every outfit she owned and she still hadn’t picked though it was almost ten to eight and the dance hall was almost ten blocks away. ‘You’ll look lovely in any of them,’ I said looking at the small alarm clock on her nightstand, ‘besides, he’s so smitten with you hell not even care what you wear.’

With a small blush, she chose a red skirt and blouse and dashed off to change. Luckily she was back quickly and after powdering her nose and dotting some red lipstick on she was ready. We rushed a couple of blocks to the corner where Bucky stood with a slightly smaller man by his side. Bucky whistled as he spotted us making Dot blush as deep red as her lipstick. ‘Oh stop,’ Dot said brushing it off before saying hello properly.‘You gals okay?’ He asked and we nodded, he started chatting before there was a small cough from behind him, ‘oh guys meet Steve. Steve this is my date Dot and her friend Y/N.’‘Nice to meet you girls,’ Steve greeted us. He was at least a foot shorter than Bucky and looked as if a stiff wind could blow him off his feet but he had gorgeous blue eyes and a soft boyish face which was very charming.‘Nice to meet you,’ I smiled at him making him flush.‘Shall we get going to this dance hall then?’ Bucky asked and we all agreed. He offered his arm for Dot to link and the two of them strolled ahead of me and Steve as if they had forgotten our existence.

‘Well that lasted all of five minutes,’ Steve said as we ambled behind them.‘What’s that?’ I asked confused.‘He promised we’d not be third wheeling,’ Steve said shyly.‘We’re not,’ I said defensively.‘Be honest. I’m not what you were expecting, right?’‘Why do you say that?’ I said but Steve merely gestures to himself as if it were self-explanatory, ‘I actually didn’t expect Bucky to bring anyone else. I figured once he’d got Dot to agree we’d get here and I’d be trailing behind them like a lost puppy, so having you here is a bonus. Nevermind you being so cute. Besides, am I what you expected?’‘Wait you think I'm cute?’

Before I could answer Bucky cut me off with a loud groan as we hit the back of the queue for the dance hall. It wasn’t that long but there were two men checking people at the door which seemed to be causing a wait. The four of us chatted for the next 15mins as the crowd moved slowly through the doors. As we got to the front of the queue the doormen looked Dot and Bucky over and then nodded for them to go through. Steve and I followed on their haunches but before we could enter the doorman stood in front of Steve and raised his palm, stopping us in our tracks. There was a glance between the both of them before the taller of the two coughed and then said, ‘just hang on a moment.’ 

‘Is there a problem?’ Steve asked curiously glancing between both men. ‘Actually,’ he said uneasily, ‘I’m afraid we can’t let you in.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Could you step aside please and let other people through.’ ‘No,’ Steve said indignantly. He spoke loudly which caught the attention of Bucky who was now stopped with Dot in the door frame. ‘Excuse me, sir. You need to move,’ the other doorman said. ‘Why can’t we come in?’ Steve asked. The doorman looked me up and down quickly and my heart quickened as I realised the reason. ‘Steve,’ I whispered in his ear, ‘leave it it’s fine, it’s not you, it's me.’ He turned to me puzzled and said, ‘what?’ ‘Move aside,’ the other doorman echoed again. ‘This is ridiculous,’ Steve said catching on, ‘she has every right to be here. This is America for god’s sake.’ ‘Boss doesn't’ want people like her in here,’ he said gesturing to a sign just inside the lobby which was plastered with the words ‘WHITES ONLY’, ‘now move!’‘Let’s just go somewhere else,’ Dot said coming towards me Bucky by her side, ‘we wouldn't be somewhere as horrible as this anyway.’ ‘Come on,’ Bucky said snarkily linking Dot’s arm and smiling at me warmly as he shoved past the doormen. Steve was like a bulldog guarding my side as he looked at them glowering. I followed Bucky and Dot and then turned back to tug on Steve’s arm to tow him along with us. His feet moved before the top of his body as he was still seething at them. 

We had moved no more than five feet before we heard the mutterings of the men behind us. ‘Don’t need no damn negros in here,’ the other doorman said. Before I knew it, Steve was gone from my side and the doorman was on the floor. Without the element of surprise, I doubt the punch wouldn’t have landed as well. As he lay dazed on the floor the other man sprung into action and was promptly thumped by Bucky. 

‘Scram,’ Bucky said pushing us all down the road and dragging Steve by his collar. We ran for a few blocks and thankfully lost them quickly before we ducked into a late night diner. Dot and Bucky went and sat in a booth and I took Steve to the counter to get some ice for his knuckles which had already started to bruise. I collared the waitress and asked her for some ice and she disappeared to the freezer. As we loitered on the bar stools I took steve’s dainty hand and looked it overseeing how it compared. 

‘You know you didn’t have to do that,’ I said keeping my eyes off of him. ‘Yes I did,’ he said, ‘it’s a ridiculous rule.’ ‘It’s the norm,I sighed. ‘Still stupid,’ he said with a sad smile. ‘Thanks for sticking up for me anyway,’ I said.  ‘I always look out for my friends...and pretty girls,’ he smirked. ‘You think I’m pretty?’ I felt my face get hot. ‘Prettiest girl in here,’ he said. I smiled and leaned forward pressing a kiss on his cheek.

[sky-writes-daydreams]

How They Met Chapter 18

A/n: Surprise!!!!! XD Also just a head’s up cus I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before. There will be Adult scenes in this work. :) I’m only mentioning this now cus it is coming up. :)  I will tag properly as well so if that’s not your cup of tea... just skip it.

@valkyrieofardyn @shigekihizashi @blindedstarlight @lola-mcevil13

Next Chapter    Masterpost

Friday morning, we drove my jeep out to a field so an imperial dreadnought could take her someplace safe for me. I wasn’t going to leave Bella here unguarded and he understood. The last few boxes of things that I didn’t need to take with us went with her. It was a scary thing for sure. I watched it fly off as we drove towards Galdin. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t scared. I was but when I felt his hand in mine and his gentle squeeze to remind me he was there for me, it faded. Finally we started down to the Quay and I smiled. It was a perfect summer day here and the sea breeze felt amazing. He was in his usual outfit while I went a bit more… Daring. He parked the car where it would be safe under the orders that someone would come back for her and I slipped out. A long flowing light coat covered my arms with the collar laid down, under it a tight low cut white shirt that went down to cover the top of my black shorts and black thigh highs leading down to my favorite ankle boots. I had my hair up in a messy tail but I knew it would turn heads. That became obvious when his arm snaked around me as we walked down the pathway. I smiled then and soon whispered.

“Making sure those boys knew I was taken?” He smiled then.

“Of course. I won’t let someone flirt with you… you’re mine.��� I smiled then and leaned over.

“I haven’t been back here since our date….”

“Same here…. We didn’t get a photo then did we?” I shook my head.

“That’s not good… Come on.” We got into the restaurant and he walked over towards our corner. It was empty and soon pulled out the camera. I leaned in to him then and smiled happily. I had no problem with this. It only got better when the second photo was him kissing my cheek. I went red once I saw the photo. He looked so happy. That’s when we heard someone clear their throat. He looked up and I saw him turn on the charm.

“Brigadier general Tummelt!”

“Chancellor Izunia…. Um…” Ardyn smiled then and gestured to me.

“Lady Skylar Annaliese. She is my significant other I mentioned.” He nodded his head then and bowed to me.

“Of course. An honor, My lady.” I knew I blushed then.

“Sir. Thank you for these arrangements.”

“Not at all. Shall we?” Ardyn looked at me and I nodded.

“Please.” He led the way down as I got Ardyn’s arm.

“Lady?”

“You’re my lover… but you are a lady nonetheless. So I will have you address as such. Is that an issue?”

“No. Just… Caught me off guard.” I smiled then.

“I’m not used to being seen with such a powerful man is all…. Lover to a Chancellor wasn’t exactly what I expected from my future.” He chuckled then.

“I can tell. But that’s alright. What matters is now.” I nodded and soon turned down to the dock. A rather nice ship was waiting there with the general on board already. Loqi was close to the edge and held out a hand when I came close. I took his hand gently and he helped me aboard. I really wasn’t used to boats or the such but this one stayed steady even when Ardyn stepped aboard. I was standing by the other side when he came up behind me. I had been staring out at Angelguard.

“Might want to sit down till we’re at sea… Takeoffs can be rough.”

“Right. Gotcha.” I turned then and he smiled.

“We can’t… They don’t let anyone go there anymore.”

“I understand… I don’t really want to go anyway…” I headed towards the seats near the back and soon sat down.

“It’s time to let the past fall in the past….” I smiled then.

“It’s ok to be selfish sometimes huh?” He chuckled then sitting next to me.

“I do believe so, My dear.” I nodded then and quickly had to get him as we took off. It was rough and I would have fallen if I was standing. Soon though, we hit open waters and it was easier. Loqi knew how to navigate pretty well so I wasn’t worried. We just stayed towards the back relaxing and talking. He had meetings to attend on a few different days but during those days, I could go around the city on my own and see the sights or go shopping if I wanted. That alone almost sent me spinning. Shopping in Altissia!? He must have noticed because he chuckled.

“Relax….”

“You just…. That place is a fashion capital and you just…. How could I even afford it? I’m not that well off.”

“Your boyfriend is though.” I stopped then and he smiled.

“I’ve been set for a long while hon… some smart investments and my job…. I choose to wear this. Reminds me of the good days. So… I’ve got a second Debit card for you in your wallet. Use it how you see fit. Food and lodgings are taken care of by me of course and the empire.” I laughed a bit then leaning back.

“Oh gods….. You….” He chuckled then.

“Ravus even asked if you fell for me because of the money…. But I told him that you had no clue.”

“I didn’t! Hell I didn’t even know who you were till you kidnapped me and Bella during the whole titan issue!”

“Wait what?” I looked up then and Loqi was close by. He was stunned.

“You…? Who did you think he was?”

“A crazy old man! The only reason I know you is because you got your ass kicked by the marshall and a friend took a photo.”

“What!?” Ardyn laughed then and Loqi glared.

“Calm yourself general. I knew of this defeat. It happens…. That marshall is rather strong for his age.” He nodded then and sighed.

“I will bear witness if Ravus should ask again…. But in all truth… You did not know?”

“No. Not until he took me to the fort to catch a ride to save the prince and his friends… I stopped talking to him afterwards over it.” Ardyn nodded then.

“That was a rough time…. But it’s in the past. You’re with me now… and I am so very glad of it.” I felt myself go red then and Loqi smiled gently. He nodded and soon headed back up. We were about to enter Accordo’s waters.

Ardyn couldn’t stop me from running to the front of the boat when we saw the gates. I took off up there and stood next to loqi. The stone gate was huge, covered in Cherubs and depictions of leviathan. She was the patron goddess of the city I guessed. He had to reduce speed so I got to see the glory of Altissia as it appeared perfectly. Waterfalls everywhere. Boats coming in and out of port for fishing and such. Gondolas closer to the city for transportation. It was beautiful for sure. I could see fresh flowers being sold along with jewelry and other things along the side of the walkways. It was truly the city on the water. It was multileveled and just amazing. We turned in to make port and I felt Ardyn come up behind me.

“Come along…”

“Hm?”

“ We disembark here. Loqi goes further to our secure port to lower anchor.” I nodded then and soon we stopped. A guard was there.

“What business brings you to Altissia, Sir?”

“Imperial. I am Chancellor Izunia and my guest.” The guard stopped then and quickly bowed at the waist.

“Forgive me sir. I did not Recognize you. Please…” He moved and Ardyn got out first. I took his hand once he was on dock and let him help me up. I looked back and waved at the General.

“Thank you!” He nodded once before going further in. I just smiled then and The guard came forward.

“Please follow me past the gate. Then you are free to conduct your business.”

“Of course.” We followed him past security and soon, we were free. He bowed once more and then we was gone. I couldn’t believe it. I was really here. Ardyn could tell and gently squeezed my hand.

“Welcome to Altissia, Skylar.” I laughed then and he smiled.

“Come on… Someone should have brought your things to the hotel by now. We’ll be staying in the Leville. Just ahead.” I nodded and we took off. I was trying so hard not to just run forward and see everything. We soon got in there and someone had a cart of all of our bags. I quickly grabbed my satchel with my wallet and my smaller sword. They didn’t say a thing as we took an elevator up to the top floor. There were only four suites but we got the best one. We walked in and I had to wait till the bellhop left before I lost it. I screamed a bit and Ardyn laughed.

“You ok?”

“Ok!? I’m perfect!!!! This is….!” I got my head then and soon took off through the suite. It had a huge bed with pillows and all sorts of soft blankets and the bathroom was to die for with a jacuzzi tub and a huge glass shower. The small kitchen area was already stocked with snacks and drinks and fruit. The living room had fresh flowers and an amazing tv. I just couldn’t stop checking everything out. At least till I hit the bed. Ardyn walked in with my suitcase then and smiled.

“You’re dead already?”

“Nope… Just breathing.”

“Smart idea. I figured today, we can just walk around and get a feel for the paths and such. Get Room service for dinner. Tomorrow we can go sightseeing. I’m free for the next few days before the party.” I sat up then.

“Party?” He nodded as he hung up my few cute clothes I had left next to his in the closet.

“Yes. All imperial officers will be there. Dancing, Boozing, small talk. Like the parties you see on the tv.” I stared at him stunned and he finally turned.

“What?”

“Um… I don’t know how to dance!!! Nor do I have a dress! I’ve never….” He stopped then.

“Not even a prom?”

“I skipped out. Money went towards my jeep.” He looked at me stunned then.

“But…. Wait.. you’re also the clutz…” I nodded then and he sighed.

“Alright… Well we’ve got a few days like I said.” He walked over and smiled.

“And since I don’t want to see anyone else dancing with you…. I can teach you.” I smiled then and held out a hand. He took it gently and pulled me to my feet.

“Being possessive much?”

“Does it bug you?”

“I’m not used to it… but I’m ok with it.” He smiled then.

“I take it you want to try to learn now?”

“If you want….”

“I’ll never pass up a chance to dance with a lovely woman.” I laughed then and let him lead me out into the open space at the end of the bed.

“The man in any proper case will always lead… So it’s more knowing how to follow his cues than really learning the steps. A good lead can help a beginner look amazing.” I nodded then and slowly we got into the proper stance and without music, he showed me step by step what to do and how to do it. It would be different in a dress for sure but he was sure I could do it. I had to believe that. It was honestly really hard to concentrate though. I kept looking up right into those eyes and I’d lose everything. In those eyes…. I could only see how much that man loved me. Even when I messed up a turn or something… It was still there in his eyes and I couldn’t help but smile because I knew he was seeing the same thing in my eyes.

#writing #htm #sky writes #ardyn x oc #ardyn izunia #ffxv\ #ffxv fanfiction

[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “Gotham” S3E7

Aaaand skip the recap!

Valerie better freaking leaving Gotham after she gets out of the hospital.

“[Jim] You get a girl [Valerie] shot and you don’t even bring her booze.”  Oh my gosh.

“Yeah, but you [Jim] could only save one of us.  That's why you told Tetch to kill Lee because you knew he would do the opposite. Oldest trick in the book.”  *sighs*

“[Jim] You love Lee.  Which means we’re done.”  *sighs*

“No, Tetch was right.  You’re nothing but trouble.”  I hate this.

“‘The Red Queen.’”  Roll credits!

“I’m [Jervis] looking to sideline someone before this evening’s event.”  It’s Jim.  Gonna call it right now.

“This city tore my love from me [Jervis], so I'm plunging it into insanity.”  OK, someone take out this guy right now.

OK, Ed and Isabella’s interactions would be really really cute if we totally disregarded literally everything Ed has ever done in this show

“This past 12 hours have been the best of my [Isabella’s] life.”  WHAT WERE THEY EVEN DOING?!?!?

“Meet me at the mayor’s mansion at 8 o’clock [for breakfast].”  Oh no.

*Ed and Isabella kiss each other goodbye*  Ooooohhhhh....

*Oswald attack hugs Ed*  Oh.

“I [Ed] met someone.  I think I’m in love!”  Oh.  No.

*Jervis and his goons go into the morgue*  SLOW MOTION WALK DOWN THE HALL...

[Alice Tetch- Do Not Incinerate] 

*Jervis kisses Alice’s corpse on the temple*  You did not.

*jams out to the cooking music Bruce is playing*

Aaawww, he [Bruce] invited Selina to dinner.... guys, this is adorable!

“I’ll [Jim] go on my own.”  Oh great.

Oswald’s dinner suit is sharp AF!

“It's a shame I [Oswald] don't have a plus one.”  Oh, he’s just laying it on thick, isn’t he?

“I [Ed] have a date.”  “With the woman you claim to be in love with after only knowing for a few hours?”  Oh, he’s got a point there, Ed.

“...second chance at love.”  No it is not.

“Who am I [Oswald] to stand in the way of love?”  LIES

Lucius!  Good to see ya, buddy!

OH MY GOD!

“Isn’t science marvelous?”  [Jervis] YOU ARE DRAINING YOUR SISTER TO GET HER BLOOD THIS IS DESPICABLE

FREAKING JIM!

Oh my gosh he brought Valerie booze!

Oswald, what are you doing?

“I [Isabella] know Edward.  We just met, but well, I feel I've known him my whole life.”  Oh my gosh...

“Edward... was in Arkham?”  OOOOOHHHH NO

“Don’t people usually go to Arkham for murder?”  OH SHIT

“Uncanny how much you [Isabella] look like her [Kristen].  It's that swan-like neck.  Ed loves a neck!”  FREAKING OSWALD!

Goooooddddd, I hate this!

*gasps when Jervis appears at the end of the hall in the hospital*

“I [Jervis] had my way with you [Jim].  Now Gotham’s up for round two.”  JERVIS YOU BETTER NOT!

*Jervis blows the Red Queen in Jim’s face*  OOOOHHHHHH!

“Enjoy the trip.”  OH GOD HERE WE GO!

*gasps when Oswald runs into Jervis at the Founder’s Party*

JIIIIIMMMM....

WHAT THE-

Barbara?

Oh my gosh, Barbara’s bellhop outfit is fabulous!

Whoaaa, it’s the GCPD!

WHA-

WHOA!

OSWALD?!?!?

Why are we in a World War I environment now?

Why is Hallucination!Bruce wearing a mask?

WHOAA!!

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!?!?!?

*Jervis laces all the drinks at the Dinner with Alice’s blood*  NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE FIND JIM?!?!?

Whoaaaaa.....

Is that Nelson Eddy playing the background?!?

AN:  It is

WHAT THE HECK

“Julie, one day, you're gonna love somebody as much as I [Lee] love your father [Jim].”  *gasps*

What’s the name of Hallucination!Son?

Whoa... I actually really like this little environment for this section of Jim’s trip.  The lighting, the old-timey music, the costumes, all of it.

“It’s a long way to the basement.”  Uhhh, what’s in the basement?

Ohhhh, she [Selina] didn’t come....

“You always...”  Oh there she is!

“Selina, if we’re gonna do this...”  Oh, so they [Bruce and Selina] are officially going out?

“It’s weird for me [Bruce].”  “It’s weird for me [Selina], too.”  Oh this is cute.

*gasps*  The lady from the Court of Owls!

Wait, wait, so the Court of Owls knows about Oswald?!?

“We'll contact you [Oswald] when the time is right.”  Excuse me?

*gasps when Jervis officially hijacks the dinner*

Oh God, imagine if Oswald drank the laced wine?  That would have been hell.

I actually really do like that we do see how much Barbara does care for Jim

What the...

Whoa... what’s with the different pitch when it comes to voices?

*gasps*  Mario! 

Jim, no!

God, are we gonna see how Jim’s dad died?

“I [Jim] wanted to be just like you [Dad].  Turns out I’m the opposite.  I destroy everything and everyone around me.”  *sighs*

Oh my gosh I really like these shots of Jim and his dad through the windshield with the city lights shining on them

Four for Mario for stepping in to save Jim!

Oh, this [Edward explaining himself to Isabella] is gonna be awkward

“You [Isabella] know what I [Ed] did and yet you still came on this date anyway?”  Ohhh...

Ohh.... oohhh...

*Edward and Isabella start kissing*  OHHHH....

*absolutely screams when Oswald accidentally walks in on them*

*Edward and Isabella continue making out after Oswald retires for the evening*  Oooohhhh!

“I [Jim] want to rejoin the GCPD.”  There we go!

“Welcome back, Detective.”  There we go!

Waaiit a minute... that’s the same ring that Jim’s dad was wearing during the hallucination...

Was Jim’s dad part of the Court of Owls?  What?

#the red queen #Gotham #FOX #the blogger reacts #looked at the stars and considered a reaction #jim gordon #jervis tetch #edward nygma #isabella gotham #oswald copplepot #lee tompkins #valerie vale #barbara kean #selina kyle #bruce wayne #court of owls #the mad hatter #alice tetch #mario falcone

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62nd Grammy Awards: Who Rocked The Red Carpet?

Once again, another year has passed and it's time to celebrate 2019's greatest names in music. The diversity in this year's 62nd Grammy awards knows no bounds as we welcome new artists like Lizzo and Billie Eilish into the folds. We have seen pop, rock, rap, and many other genres break barriers, but with music comes to fashion that equally made its mark in the industry. From Louis Vuitton to Gucci, fashion unites music and artists together. A staple of every red carpet and the most talked about, we are giving you a look at some of Couture's favorite looks from music's biggest night!

  Bebe Rexha

This year, Bebe Rexha wowed the red carpet in a complete opposite look of last year's beautiful red Monsoori number. Head to toe in a sleek power suit, a sheer chainmail inspired turtleneck and high-waisted pants completed this outfit for a very understated yet glamorous finish that we will want to copy in the future. 

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Thank you for having me @recordingacademy Thank you @christiancowan for making me this gorgeous suit Thank you @shaniatwain for presenting with me. A sad but beautiful night. 🖤

A post shared by Bebe Rexha (@beberexha) on Jan 26, 2020 at 8:44pm PST

  Ariana Grande

Rocking the red carpet in two different dresses, Ariana Grande did not hesitate to show off her sleek long ponytail and make a massive fashion statement. Her first gown, a custom gray Giambattista Valli Haute Couture, features layers of tulle and accessorized with long satin gloves. Not long after, she switched to a Schiaparelli two-piece number in the same tonal gray that wowed with a satin and crystal top piece and a large full skirt. Never to disappoint, Grande looked every part a princess on the red carpet.  

  You guys I have so many things to say about this, I can’t pick just one...🤩 @arianagrande #ERedCarpet #GRAMMYs #LiveFromE pic.twitter.com/LtsfHlTMCM

— E! Entertainment (@eentertainment) January 26, 2020

Billie Eilish

Clearly one of the biggest winners of the night, the now five-time winning Grammy artist arrived on the red carpet making her unique style known. The black and green custom Gucci oversized suit shined with glittering crystal GG details and matching Gucci sneakers that all matched her hair, nails, and personality. Despite her young age, Eilish embodied the style of Gucci with her own twist that left all of us in awe. 

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We’ll call you when the party’s over, @billieeilish just got to the #GRAMMYs. 🔥

A post shared by Recording Academy / GRAMMYs (@recordingacademy) on Jan 26, 2020 at 3:18pm PST

  Lizzo

Classy and glamorous, Lizzo not only took home a Grammy, but also one of the best looks of the evening. The Old Hollywood Glam strapless white Versace gown accentuated her body's silhouette with silver details and a thigh-high slit while a simple diamond necklace and fur shawl completed the look. Simply gorgeous, Lizzo did not hesitate to appear in an outfit fit for a goddess and that we will want to remember forever. 

#Lizzo arrives to the Grammy Awards in a bespoke #AtelierVersace dress. The white dress was embroidered by hand with Swarovski crystals in the House's Milanese atelier. #VersaceCelebrities #GRAMMYs pic.twitter.com/UKc5KsB2Ko

— VERSACE (@Versace) January 26, 2020

  John Legend 

Dapper and sleek while complimenting his wife's orange gown, John Legend stepped on the red carpet in a cool gray suit with a white button-down. The Alexander McQueen ensemble features a unique jacket with half of a long pleated front and white button-down for a simple yet classy and fashionable finish. 

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All of us, loves all of @johnlegend and @chrissyteigen. ❤️🎶

A post shared by Recording Academy / GRAMMYs (@recordingacademy) on Jan 26, 2020 at 5:00pm PST

  Finneas O'Connell

Definitely a different take on his sister's unique red carpet look, Finneas O'Connell arrived a winner alongside his younger sister Billie Eilish taking home a total of five Grammy awards. Boasting a floral print jacket and classic black suit pants and shoes, this simple yet fashionable look suited the young producer. 

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Five-time GRAMMY nominee @finneas.💥 #GRAMMYs

A post shared by Recording Academy / GRAMMYs (@recordingacademy) on Jan 26, 2020 at 2:25pm PST

  Lil Nas X

Expected not to disappoint with a star-studded stage, Lil Nas X took home two Grammy awards and grabbed the eyes of attendees on the red carpet with his cowboy-inspired hot pink ensemble. Decked from head to toe in custom Versace, the vibrant pink with added harnesses and a mesh top spoke volumes to the artist's style and personality. 

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Gonna take their horse to the... #GRAMMYs! 🐎 @lilnasx + @billyraycyrus 🐎

A post shared by Recording Academy / GRAMMYs (@recordingacademy) on Jan 26, 2020 at 3:42pm PST

  Tyler, the Creator

Not only did he take home his very first Grammy award for Best Rap Album, Tyler, the Creator showed off his eccentric personality on the stage and the red carpet. Complete with a luggage carrying his outfit for later in the evening, the pink and red custom Golf Le Fleur bellhop ensemble was definitely the talk of the night. 

.@tylerthecreator at the 2020 #Grammys. See more looks from tonight's red carpet: https://t.co/NGrqMIKy2x pic.twitter.com/ibkFC8JQ9q

— Vogue Runway (@VogueRunway) January 27, 2020

Billy Porter

Never one to disappoint, Billy Porter stunned the world again last night with his statement-making outfit. The form-fitting ensemble featured a turquoise fringed sequin jumpsuit designed by Scott Studenberg while a matching motorized hat allowed the fringe to be moved in order to see his matching makeup and continue to be the talk of social media until the next award show!

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Get on my nerves, and the curtain closes! 😂 Living for my @recordingacademy / #GRAMMYs custom @bajaeast lewk and custom hat by @sarahsokolmillinery styled by @sammyratelle. 💎💎💎 #grammys2020 . . Styling and Creative Direction by @sammyratelle for @rrrcreative agency | @thewallgroup⁠⠀ Make-Up by @nellichristine Cut by @johncotton3 Styling Assistants: @ashleymarienyc, @ashleydai1, @alexandra.bucokova Custom Look by @scottstudengerg of @bajaeast ⁠⠀ Custom Hat by @sarahsokolmillinery ⁠⠀ Mechanically enhanced by @smooth.technology ⁠⠀ Jewelry by @alexisbittar ⁠⠀ Custom handbag by @judithleiberny⁠⠀ Boots by @coach | Crystalized by @amorirstudio⁠⠀ Crystals provided by @preciosacomponents⁠⠀ Nails by @nailzbyvee | @cndworld 📸 by @santiagraphy & @gettyentertainment

A post shared by Billy Porter (@theebillyporter) on Jan 26, 2020 at 6:52pm PST

  Blake Shelton & Gwen Stefani 

While Blake Shelton went simple with a three-piece black suit, Gwen Stefani added a little flair with a short strapless Dolce & Gabbana piece. Bringing the sea to the most coveted award show, the ivory fabric of this dress was adorned with hundreds of seashells. Classy and interesting, this couple definitely made their name on the carpet.

  Gwen Stefani & Blake Shelton are a cute red carpet couple. #GRAMMYs pic.twitter.com/GGpAHlM3HF

— Entertainment Tonight (@etnow) January 27, 2020

  BTS 

Korean pop sensations taking over the world once again made their mark at the Grammys. Despite no nominations, the group of seven joined Lil Nas X, Billy Ray Cyrus, and Diplo on stage to perform "Seoul Town Road," a remix to the Grammy award-winning song. Simple yet completely stylish, the boy group looked dapper and stunning in Bottega Veneta coats and suits, ready to take on the weather and show off their impeccable style. 

BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. BTS. @bts_bighit #ERedCarpet #GRAMMYs #LiveFromE pic.twitter.com/Z3vFhdsO19

— E! Entertainment (@eentertainment) January 27, 2020

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