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Live report - Dir en grey tour22 From Depression to_____ at Kawasaki Club Citta [2022/10/26]

Setlist

MARMALADE CHAINSAW

-Saku-

Machiavellism

T.D.F.F.

Ash (2018 ver.)

The Perfume of Sins

Oboro

Ain't afraid to die (2022 ver.)

DRAIN AWAY

Merciless Cult

CHILD PREY

THE IIID EMPIRE (2018 ver.)

Encore:

G.D.S.

Schwein no Isu

JESSICA

THE FINAL (2013 ver.)

Hageshisa to, Kono Mune no Naka de Karamitsuita Shakunetsu no Yami

Rasetsukoku (2011 ver.)

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This time, I was so far in the back and it was way too hot compared to the front yesterday. I was constantly wondering how Dir en grey were able to wear two or three layers of clothes on stage...

The background music was the same concept as yesterday, but I think there was one remix that we had not heard yesterday.

The band actually seemed to have started earlier than usual. Odd as well is that they come in to undefined music and the only video we see is near Kyo's entrance, where we got a bit of fire and the name of the tour.

Shinya wore a similar outfit, if not literally the same. His pink/purple hair really looked probant at times. Die at first looked like he was wearing something akin to what he had in mode of Macabre or mode of Vulgar, somewhat ample black top with a simple V-neck, as well as his necklace from yesterday, quite large in the centre, and at first it seemed like he had a scarf? But it was off in the first song, so either I dreamt it, or he took it off when his guitar got handed to him. Toshiya, next, wore a black dress shirt with what looked like a full turtle-neck white shirt, but if it was the same piece he wore at the encore, then it's sleeveless amd it has some gems on the front, courtesy of the d'Or probably.

Now, Kaoru... It took me so many peeks to figure out what was up with him.

First of all, the theme tonight was definitely orange. Both Kyo and Kaoru had that colour scheme going.

Kaoru was dressed like... The McDonald's thief and/or some Beetlejuice character? I don't have enough knowledge in either to tell for sure hah. So, his long-sleeve shirt was black with large orange horizontal stripes. But on his left, he wore some wardrobe cape-ish thing that had wide sleeves, but it definitely did not cover both of his sides. And then, I thought at first that it was an undergarment or another shirt underneath, but he had some kind of accessory scarf that went down to his belly at least that, from afar, honestly looked like it had a pattern of hamburgers hahah? Hence my reference to the McDonald's thief. Oh and he had huge raccoon makeup with thin stripes sparking his eyes on his temples. His mouth was a whole other story, also in reference to hamburgers or something... His lips were really dark and he had orange or purple drippings on his chin and down his neck. Either he overindulged, or that was supposed to be vomit.

Kyo now! His hair is orange starting from today! He and Kaoru had their hair sleeked back with gel, almost parted the same way too, from what I could tell. Kyo had orange on the exterior side of his eyes, which truly reminder me of David Bowie. Am I imagining that he did some similar makeup? His lips were once again heavily accentuated with black, it was clear that the makeup boldened beyond just his lips.

In terms of what he wore, hahah... It was a bit like pajamas? Very, very ample checkered pants, a somewhat oversized very long beige coat with black lines criss-crossing it. That one seemed more luxurious than the pants, for sure. His shoes, from what I briefly saw of them, looked too big for him, so they gave me the impression of being slippers, but I must be wrong hah. Underneath the almost trench coat he wore, Kyo had a white dress shirt with a black collar, and the jacket was slightly open in the centre to show a black T-shirt underneath. I couldn't tell exactly what it was, maybe the one he wore for those recent Phalaris magazine photoshoots, but all I could think was: "How are you sustaining this heat in so much clothing?" He even took at least two songs before removing that coat, although he did lower one shoulder quickly enough.

This time, I don't know if he just felt better today to begin with or if it was kind of strategic to hype up the crowd from the start, but Kyo absolutely had a better experience today. And very early on, it was the: "Can we become one?", "Can you go on?", etc. etc. He did a lot more interventions today, which sounds bad but really isn't. Yesterday, his silence actually let on his frustration, like there was no need to bother even trying anything.

The first few songs went kind of as you would expect them but of course, they had a lot of energy. Machiavellism was nice to hear! I can't remember if it was that song, but there was one where Kyo sang it very whiny-ly.

After one of the interludes to change gears, Toshiya drank water, turned to us, leaning with one arm up very casually on his speakers to stare at us intensely. Then, a really energetic song started and he spit so many particles of water upward above him, it came out of nowhere, from his mouth! It set the mood for the hyper song that followed hahah. Was it TDFF?

There were two huge smoke moments, one of them definitely being in Saku. We had seen from DVD performances that the beams of light all focus on Kyo at some point, but there was suddenly a lot of smoke behind him too, it was kind of surreal.

One thing I might have forgotten to mention yesterday about The Perfume of Sins is that it's the heaviest track ever because Kyo fucking death growls the "nose eyes ears" part, it's not just the whispers from the studio song. So imagine heavy panting while the static plays, a worrisome violin swaying in the midst, then the band bangs and Kyo growls out his lyrics like a beast.

This time, the gestures for "hitotsu oboete hoshii soko no inochi" were different, like there was one finger pulled from his left hand which then went out one year to vanish, but the hand and four fingers remaining disintegrated, so that makes me question the official translation a bit.

Toshiya was gesturing so much during Oboro, it was very sentimental. In the introduction, he did the "father, son and Holy Spirit" across his chest, and I think there was a wide arc he did with his arms later on.

I had more opportunity to observe the backdrops today since heads often blocked my view of the members. For 13, the video starts with bodies in... bodybags hung by their ankles, with multiple birds circling the sky above them, waiting to prey on them. It also showed a crucified hand. This time, I can't believe that they would have changed the video for one day versus the previous, but I strongly remember that yesterday, the fire shown at the end (kowashitekure subete o - destroy it all) was way too simplistic, but today it was more unique and it had a charred skeleton in it at some point. Overall, the imagery was very much: "killing what's already dead", I find. Or further desecration.

Oh and for 13, Toshiya and Kyo totally reproduce the amalgamated bass/umunjanai part even in the live, it sounds so fucking good. It's totally intentional, they're in synch.

I guess now I will always remember that Die has a part where he does not play, in Child Prey. Because for some reason, he decided to spray water from his bottle right during the song and then he threw it to the crowd. And the backup vocals seemed more dynamic now compared to yesterday, where it was one of the last songs. Also funny to look at the contrast between Toshiya and Die when they sing: Toshiya is frowning and lines form around his mouth from how seriously he does it, whereas Die is all relaxed hah.

Flawless throw of the mic stand by Toshiya this time! He makes the mic almost stay level, only making the stand itself rotate 180° around it vertically.

We clapped so much today as well for the encore. It seemed endless, and we definitely sped up uncontrollably three times at least. Hopefully it made the band members proud.

For the encore, Toshiya had his white sleeveless shirt that he probably had underneath, with two collard somehow. Die and Shinya had the tour T-shirts, both with sleeves cut, I believe. Kaoru had this sick sleeveless black jean jacket with what looked like a custom drawing in the back? It was totally a kind of big ghost head in his style. And he had a black T-shirt under. Finally, Kyo arrived at the very end of G.D.S. wearing the Perfume of Sins tour T-shirt with a frill collar that drapes his shoulders. I think he wore it and is once again bringing back stuff from his past outfits, but right now I'm not sure... Maybe a recent Desperate outfit accessory? Anyway, same wide pants.

Schwein no Isu was played rather energetically, with Kyo slashing his throat with his thumb, from what I remember. However, throughout the ending of the song, you could hear clicks, which did not coincide with Kyo or any of the other mics hitting anything. And as a matter of fact, Kyo's mic died before he could sing the final: "eins zwei drei vier", pointing his finger to a guy on the righthand side of the stage and signaling for him to come, before throwing his mic to the ground, sadly soundlessly. A guy hurried to connect the mic back. Overall, I think Kyo took the incident lightly, because as soon as it was fixed, he said something like: "I'm not done" or "We're still going on, right?"

But then, it was Die's turn to have technical issues hahah. The first notes of Jessica started but we soon abruptly stopped hearing Die's guitar. The whole band then stopped because it just ruined the song, they could not let Die return naturally into it with a new guitar seconds later. Kyo once again MCed but I totally didn't catch everything he said. He definitely joked around the technical issue. My guess is that it was like: "Don't worry, we're actually gonna play it. This isn't a tease. Seriously." Or something about how the issues spread on not just to him. The band had a lot of fun playing it afterward, whereas Die looked pissed off at least at first. He began playing with another guitar, I think, and he was looking head bowed toward his console in the back for the first few seconds.

When Toshiya was given his black bass, he brought it to the front and held it high in his right hand. And literally everybody knew, we all reached the same conclusion: "Oh shit, it's the WAKE UP! MOTHER FUCKER bass, we're going to get Hageshi sato!" And we did indeed!

One thing I noticed from seeing more people in front of me is that even if they are basically all a knot members or people rich enough to purchase a resell ticket, there are a lot of them who don't know the first notes of the songs, or when the headbanging parts stop... It's worse in tours abroad undoubtedly, but I would still expect much better from shows for the fan club.

One such moment was with The Final. I put up my hand as soon as I heard the first note, but everybody put up their hand only when Kyo put up his, seconds later.

Man, Kyo's ending note before the last words, you always feel as if you're holding your own breath with him and it feels endless. This time, there was an echo effect added to his singing exactly then, way too pronounced, and the fact that we kept hearing the last sounds while he sang the new ones kind of ruined the moment in my opinion.

For Rasetsukoku, Kyo told us something about ruining our necks. Hell yes! Kaoru's headbanging seemed way softer than on DVDs, now that I paid attention to it.

I can't remember exactly what song it was in, but something flew into the crowd while Kyo was crouched screaming or growling to the left of his crate. Then shortly after, maybe once the next song had started, he came back to that spot to throw water or squirt it directly on someone, throwing it intentionally in the audience afterwards.

But the finale was great. Kyo did not even bother growling the ending, he just kept headbanging while grasping the border of his crate, until he became still for a while. As Shinya ramped up the last of his drumming for the final bam, Kyo got back up onto his crate with his fingers already forming a fox sign! Then he waved bye and left, looking really satisfied. What a change from yesterday!

Toshiya brought a folded Club Citta towel and really made a big deal of showing it to us, I guess to convey his appreciation for this venue, which is celebrating its 100th anniversary. Then he left.

Shinya definitely threw a couple of drumsticks. Die also showed his throwing skills once again with a big proud smile. I don't think he threw much else?

Kaoru took a large handful of picks to throw in the crowd, and pointed again toward the back like: "Can you guys believe it, 25 years?" but then he turned his finger toward us with the same fond expression and that was just so heartwarming.

#Dir en grey #from depression to #25th anniversary #live report #japan #a knot

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a-supernatural-writer · 3 years

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hcs for poly! tlb with a fem! s/o who’s style is dark academia and is really blunt/logical and smart. she basically gives off a ‘mysterious, quiet, dark, critical’ vibe (she also doesn’t really know how to handle people who are extremely emotional and she doesn’t know how to soothe someone. she’s just really oblivious/clueless when it comes to others feelings). i’m so sorry if what i requested doesn’t make sense or if it was too much. i am seriously incapable of writing anything without making it look like an essay lmao. love your work btw 💕✨

Dark Academia Fem! S/O

Poly Lost Boys x Fem reader

I had so much fun writing this! I love the dark academia aesthetic! And it made perfect sense and it wasn’t too much! Having a lot actually helps me expand and write more so thank you. And I’m the same, once I have an idea, I write a lot, so you’re all good! And awww!!! Thank you!!! 💗💗✨✨ I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy!

Okay, so you are very different compared to the large number of characters on the boardwalk. Your style consisted of button shirts, sweaters or turtle necks, dress pants or a plaid pleated skirts, cardigans or waistcoats, oxford shoes or even wire framed glasses if you wore them for seeing or just for the look.

To say that you caught the boys attention would be an understatement. You seemed to stand out amongst the crowd and they became curious. You were a mystery to them and they love the challenge.

Somehow, someway, after days or weeks later, you became good friends which soon lead to you dating four trouble making punks. It was tough on both parts, but it happened, and hey, you weren’t complaining.

You were very blunt when you first met them, not really interested in them and more or less interested in the book in your hands. It took a lot of “accidental” run ins to even get you to hang out with them.

You slowly opened up when they offered to take you out for dinner at a local diner. They’re constant joking soon had you letting out small, almost whisper-like giggles and tiny smiles that sent them into a frenzy.

When you would start talking about yourself, your ideas of fun were different from theirs. You liked museums, opera houses, bookstores and going to theaters to see plays. The games you played were chess and cards, and the music you listened to was old. You were pretty sure they thought you were boring but you actually peaked their interest.

After a while of being friends with them, they asked you out. You liked them and the only logical step was to see if you liked them the same way they liked you was to date them, so you said yes.

In general, them having a girlfriend with a 1940s/1950s dark prep look was fun. David and Dwayne like it the most. Paul next, then Marko.

David actually really likes picking out your clothing on most days. You have an extensive collection of clothing with material from cashmere to linen, all the colors consisting of browns, black, cream and even a little dark green.

His favorite thing to put you in is trench coats. Doesn’t matter what color it is, he just likes seeing you in them. Also, there are a handful of times that he has MADE you wear his trench coat. Yeah it almost swimmed on you, but he thought it made you look cute and it fit in perfectly with your look.

Dark academia isn’t only your style, but it’s your way of life. David is the one that plays chess with you. You had to reteach it to him and pretty soon, the two of you had your own little set up in the cave that was always ready for a game of chess.

David is sort of like you… in a way when it comes to others feelings. But deep down he knows that he really likes you and tries to show it the best he can. He took you to a theater to see a play that you were constantly talking about and so he took you on a date. You being you, didn’t realize that’s what it was until he told it straight to your face. Let’s just say you were speechless for the next hour.

Also, when it’s just the two of you, deep inside the cave where your nest is, classical music is playing from your record player. It could be Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Mozart. Whoever it is, David is the one that will listen to it with you the most. I think he really enjoys classical music and he enjoys it even more if the two of you are cuddling in your bed.

Occasionally Dwayne would join the two of you. You would be sitting in between David’s legs as Dwayne sat in between yours, his head leaning back against your chest. It was like a cuddle pile… cuddle train?? Whatever you wanted to call it, it was cuddling while the three of you relaxed listening to classical music. And it was darn cute.

Dwayne loves listening to you go on and on about any books you were reading at the moment. Whether or not it was nonfiction or even about any type of history. He was down. He lived through a lot and he knew about half of the stuff you gushed on about, but for some odd reason, it never bored him when you talked about it.

He would be the one to get you new books, leaving you sweet little notes tied to them. Of course you thought it was just him being nice and thanked him for it without thinking there was any romantic meaning behind it. Yeah he was one of your boyfriends but it never really crossed your mind that way. He would just shake his head at your obliviousness and give you a small peck on the lips.

Don’t ask him why, but his favorite look on you is a light cream colored blouse with a plaid skirt and Mary Jane shoes. Dwayne is a leg man so… he’s very happy when decide to show off some skin if you decide not to wear knee-socks or stockings with it. Even if you did wear them, he would still be attached to your side the entire night.

Like David, Dwayne would bring you out to a lot of places that were opened late at night. If there was an art exhibition in town or even a museum that was open late, just say the word and he will happily drive you on his bike. Heck, David might even tag along.

Also, late night bookstore dates… oh my heart, it’s too sweet it hurts. There are times that he does have to throw you over his shoulder when the bookstore is closing and you're pretty much refusing to leave. When he does that, you just stay frozen over his shoulder, not knowing if you should be blushing or cursing at him for carrying you like a sack of potatoes.

If anything, you and Dwayne connect very well. You’re naturally very quiet and so is he. Not much is said between you two but there's a mutual understanding that can’t be explained. While the others are out causing trouble, you and him are on the sidelines watching hand in hand or your reading and he's just staring at you as you do so.

Paul and Marko kind of give you whiplash. They’re loud and rowdy and definitely 100% opposite from you. But they interested you. They had a very chaotic outlook on life which made you ask many questions.

Paul found your look sexy. He’s horny and you give off preppy school vibes, he’s living for it 24/7. Constant teasing of you giving him ‘private lessons’ which results with you whacking a book against the back of his head. But it doesn’t stop the reddening of your ears which doesn’t make him stop.

This man is also your designated jewelry expert. You only wear some accessories and they're very simple. So you are very surprised when Paul finds you jewelry that is your style and collects it for you. You like leather watches, guess what, he’s got it for you. You want some fancy victorian looking brooches, he’s got that too. Simple rings with a single jewel in the middle, expect constant ‘will you marry me’ jokes, but he gets you the best.

Also, he’s not overly big into your music selection. He does try to get you into his type of music, which you only like very few and far between. But when you do get him to listen to your type of music, it’s only if you agree to listen to his music the next night. You guys come up with a system and decide to switch every few nights.

Each of the boys have their favorite look on you and Paul's is when you wear a button-up of any color with a simple black tie, a pencil skirt and a pair of Dr.Marten boots. He especially likes the tie… for reasons. God damn it, you know the reasons, get out of here.

He’s a very affectionate boy and he finds your looks over confusion some of the cutest shit he’s ever seen. Probably the first one to tell you that he loves you and you honestly like glitched out. Did you feel the same way? Yes, but poor little thing you doesn’t say it right away, but Paul knows that you aren’t really used to saying things like that without warming up to it. Which is okay. He knows even if you don’t say it.

He definitely steals one of your blazers to put pins on it. Marko helps, putting a few patches on it that they both know you would like. It’s the one item that stands out in all of your clothing and you will wear it if they ask you to.

Marko definitely thinks the look is cute and it suits you very well, but why no color?! You wear dark colors but nothing bright like the colors that are on his jacket. He tries to slip in some colorful clothing into your everyday look, it never goes as planned but you give him an A for effort.

He loves how dark you can be at times though. You want to go to a local graveyard just because? Sure! Let’s go! He’s your designated graveyard buddy. You have many date nights there, looking at all the different gravestones and finding it interesting when you jot down some names in one of your notebooks.

Speaking of notebooks, you have many of them. They were filled with notes from books you’ve read, real life observations or even just some random poetry and short stories that you wrote. Marko would go through them a lot and even sometimes draw little doodles or rough sketches that were thought up from your writings.

When you spend nights down at the Boardwalk, your go to drink isn’t a slushie or a milkshake or even a soda. It’s coffee or tea. Yeah, and only Marko knows your drink orders by heart. None of the others seem to remember them correctly which you thank them for trying but Marko has got them all beat.

Marko likes seeing you in sweaters and in your trousers or linen shorts with chelsea boots. If anything, when the two of you are alone, just wearing a knit sweater and shorts were perfect for him. He likes how cozy and warm you look. He’s very happy when he cuddles you and you are warm.

Now when they tell you that they’re vampires, you think that they’re joking. Vampires aren’t real, they’re a work of fiction. Yes there was a real man named Dracula, but there was no way that they were actual vampires.

Then they showed you hard proof and then there was no denying it at that point. Instead of running away, you were fascinated. You wanted to understand your boyfriends vampire ways that lead to you conducting extensive research and a notebook dedicated to them.

They showed you everything about them, how they feed, to which you didn’t bat an eyelash of watching them feed one night. You were one morbid chick but they saw that as a plus that you didn’t react. You had graveyard dates for crying out loud, nothing really surprised them at that point.

Flying came next and they had a lot of fun showing you just how high they could go with you in their arms. You never screamed at the height, you were too caught up in seeing the overhead view of the town. You could get used to seeing a view like that every night.

Then came the other things; how they slept before you came along, what actually hurt them and what didn’t. There was one time that you stared at their vampire faces for hours because you were taking notes on how their facial features changed.

Soon you had to stock up on more turtlenecks because of the many bite marks they would leave behind from feeding on you if the weather was bad one night. It wasn’t tough adapting to their occasional feeding. A lot of your clothing already covered up your skin so it was easy to hide from people on your nights out.

Not too long after, they popped the question. Would you want to be a vampire? Live forever, never grow up? Be with them for all eternity? You didn’t really need to think about it for too long, you knew what your answer was and so did they even if you didn’t say it out loud. You loved your boys and not much would change.

When you did change, it was entertaining for them to watch. You soon started taking down notes about your progress, comparing and contrasting your experience to their own.

To the eyes of many, you became even more dark and mysterious. You had an aura around you that drew people in, it’s what got you your four vampire boyfriends, only now, it brought in your meal for the night.

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alenajg · 3 years

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Vampire’s New Maid/Jimin x Reader

Chapter 2: The Boss

Warnings: mentions of blood.

Chapter 1

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“Miss? Miss, you need to wake up.” the driver grunts waking me up from my somewhat restless sleep. “ Hmm? Yes, I am up now sir.” I said gradually blinking my eyes open. Through mid-stretch I realized I don't know the driver's name, so I asked, “Um Sir, if you don't mind me inquiring, what is your name?” The man looks back at me through the review mirror with a hesitant glare in his gaze and speaks, “Why do you want to know? No one ever cares to ask unless I did something to offend them.” I immediately speak while shaking both my head and hands back and forth, “ No. No nothing like that at all. I just want to know, so I don't have to call you Sir all the time. Even a last name to call you by is more comfortable to me.” The man nods his head in understanding and there is a subtle smile at the edge of his mouth. “ Ah okay then my name is David Godfried. Since I gave you mine may I call you by your last name miss?” I smile at him politely, “ Thank you for telling me, Mr. Godfried, and yes you may.” Mr. Godfried gives me a full toothy smile,” Well Miss. L/N you should get going in the house. Mr. Park is waiting for you in his meeting room. Then the main Butler will greet you at the door and take you there.” I give him a grateful smile and an affirmative nod. “ Okie Dokie, thank you for telling me. That and also for picking me up and dropping me off.” Mr.Godfried replies, “You’re welcome Miss.L/N.” Slowly scooting to get out of the limousine I open the door and a gust of powerful wind and rain came into the car. “ Goodbye Miss.L/N “ I look back at him, “ Goodbye Mr.Godfried I wish you well.”

Getting out of the car I pull my coat closer toward my body. Looking away from the limousine I rapidly looked at the house and did a double-take of the beautiful view of the manor in front of me. The house has three stories with 25 windows on each level. At the end of the manor, there are rounded towers but are the same height as the rest of the manor. The tower-like structure has the same amount of levels as the rest of the manor, but on each floor, there is nothing but windows. At the top level, there is a balcony to overlook the hundreds of acres. The other tower-like structure is exactly the equivalent on the opposite side. Under each window of the manor, lights are pointing up at it and eliminating each window that makes the manor look like a golden yellow.

At the entrance, there are double doors that look like mahogany wood with big knockers, and the knockers are gold. Before that is an entrance porch with two large stone pillars holding up the stone cover and to get up to the porch you have to step up three stone steps. Right in front of me, there is a gravel pathway that leads to the front door, and on each side of the gravel pathway, there are Japanese Maple trees. Underneath the trees is dark green luscious grass.

Walking up the gravel path I feel the rocks move under my weight. Taking a final deep breath I step under the porch-like stone structure and use one of the knockers, which feels so smooth it seems like it is polished regularly.

After waiting for a few minutes the head butler opens the door and asks, “You are Mr. Park's new maid correct?” “ Yes Sir, my name is Y/N L/N,” I spoke with gentleness. The man has grey almost white hair and a scowling face. He wore a black turtle neck and black dress pants with leather shoes that shine so much I swear you almost get blinded by them. Opening one of the doors wider he speaks with a rushed, but harsh voice, “Come on! Come on now! We don't have all day to prance around like deer in headlights now do we! I have a job to accomplish and you have a meeting to be in.” “Oh!” I say shocked about his rudeness and how he pulls me into the manor to slam the door shut behind me. As much as I wanted to say excuse me I held my tongue and looked down towards my feet.

Not saying anything the elderly man turns around on the balls of his feet and starts walking up the stairs. Since his back was turned I quickly looked around the astounding manor while trying to keep up with him.

Outside the manor is all stone and glass windows except the door, but inside is just like the door everything interior-wise was mahogany. The doorways, the floors, the walls, and the stairs are all wood. Seeing the walls there was a pattern of squares on them that were sunken in, and the ceiling was wood as well, but there are patterns of swirls and circles highlighting the perimeters of the ceiling. On the sides of the walls about five feet apart are light fixtures that are crystal and gold. In the middle of the ceiling, there is a chandelier that looks like an upside-down tree. The area that would be the trunk and branches are gold, and the leaf like crystals are the lights. You can tell everything is up kept because everything has a gloss or shine to it.

Going up the stairs I noticed that there is a dark royal blue fluffy carpet, and at end of the first stir case there is two hallways that splits to go either east or west of the manor. Before the staircase ends it splits into two rounded staircases that go up to the second floor. Noticing this we go up on the right side of the staircase. The second level looks like a bunch of rooms and all the doors are open to see that they are unoccupied.

Thinking this is where we were going to stop I found out that I was corrected because the head butler went up another staircase, but this is a single staircase like the one on the bottom floor. Going up the staircase I noticed it was getting more bright and it smelled different, unlike the other floors. It smelt like citrus and mint with a touch of fresh air. Being directed to the west side of the manor we went to the very end of the hall where the tower-like structure is.

At the end of the hall, two twin-like doors are closed with handles that are made of gold and crystal. The head butler stops and speaks with a harsh tone, “Here is the meeting room where you will meet Mr.Park. After the meeting, he will show you to the room that you'll be staying in. Next, he will bring you to the head maid’s office so you can start working right away.” I wanted to reply as a thank you, but he simply turned and quickly walked away with his head held high.

Sighing I swiveled back around and knocked on the door because I didn't know if I was supposed to just walk in. Not hearing anything I peek my head in the room calling out, “Hello, Mr.Park?” Again nobody answered, so I walked in to look around and wait for him.

The place is full of windows and I can see a gorgeous view of the Japanese Maple trees and the infinite acres of green grass. Wanting a better look I went in-between his coffee table; made out of glass and gold, and one of his dark royal blue leather sofas. Then I had to go around his big desk made out of oak wood to get to the French glass doors leading to the balcony. Opening them I stepped out into the cold fresh air just to notice it stopped raining. Slowly walking further out onto the balcony just to lean on the stone railing to enjoy the view. Closing my eyes and breathing in the air I enjoyed my surroundings.

Suddenly I hear a sweet voice speak in a warning tone, “ Who are you, and why are you in my office?” Jumping out of my skin I hastily turn around to see a gorgeous man with threatening glazed brown eyes. His eyebrows lifted in question. I force down the clog in my throat and speak with what I hope is a respectful voice,” Mr.Park I am your new maid and blood donor Y/N L/N. I was showed here and was told to meet you here. I'm sorry if I offended you or broke any rules, Sir, please forgive me.” I look down at my feet and bowed in respect. He doesn't reply but walks closer towards me. He hums then speaks softly,” I am sorry if I scared you. I honestly forgot that you were coming today. Nice to meet you Miss.L/N, but next time don't come out on this balcony. I usually don't let anyone on here. It's more of a sacred space for me.” Gazing back up I see him smiling softly, so I nod my head and answer him truthfully. “ I see why it's absolutely lovely up here and soothing if I might say. I won't do it again though I am remorseful to invade your private space. It was unthoughtful of me. It's just when I came into your office Sir I was enamored by the beauty of it and wanted to come out to get a better look.” Looking around one more time I move past him to enter the meeting room. Turning to follow me he closes the French doors and spoke, “It’s okay, you didn't know Miss.L/N, and I know. That is the reason why I go out there”

Taking a breath and putting his hands together he speaks again as he moves to sit on one of the leather couches. “Now Miss.L/N I would like to ask you a few questions and after this meeting, I will show you to your room where you will be staying at. Okay?” Sitting down on the other leather couch that is opposite of Mr.Park I answer him. “ Okay, no problem ask away.”

Now taking in his attire he is wearing a silk looking suit jacket with a pattern of swirls that are blue and black. He is also wearing a silk white button-up and plain black silk fitted dress pants with leather black shoes.

“Why do you want to become a maid?” Mr.Park asks softly which comforts me. “I want to become a maid because of the good memories my mother has had as a maid. As much as my father was a farmer he did landscaping for the same boss and that's how they met. I wish to both be a maid and a landscaper for you Mr.Park because I want to carry on the legacy of my parents.” Throughout my speech, Mr.Park’s eyes became soft and gave me a small smile. “ I see...” he nods his head then speaks again, “I would like to see your landscaping ideas for the backyard, and as for being a maid what do you prefer to do?.”

After he said that I look up at him in excitement,” Oh really?! Thank you for such an opportunity, Sir. I am grateful and... Um, as for a maid I like to organize and help serve others when in need. I like to set up tables, do the dishes, and clean bedrooms.” When I was done speaking I stared at my lap to speak again, “I don't really like cleaning toilets, but I am okay with cleaning showers and countertops. I do like to do laundry and folding clothing it is very calming to me if I am stressed, angry at myself, or someone.” Not looking up until I felt him sit next to me on the couch. Looking up at him I noticed that he was searching for my eyes and I blushed. He chuckled softly at me, “Miss, you said everything except for cleaning a toilet and cooking. Is there anything you truly want to do as a maid?” I hesitantly speak my mind, “Well you see Mr.Park, my mother took care of her boss. She cleaned and pressed his suits. She brought his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She also organized his schedule and paper/documents. I honestly desire that I could do the same things she did, but I am not qualified, and her boss only allowed her because he was married and so was she. That is why I didn't ask you if I can do such a thing for as you know I am an unmarried woman, so therefore you must think it is inappropriate of me for suggesting such a thing.”

When his eyebrows raised and his mouth opened to an o shape I looked away in shame. “Wow um that is something, but it would benefit me in many ways, plus you did say that you will allow me to drink your blood, so you being around when I am in need will help. Although, it is inappropriate for I am also unmarried,” he sighs and looks away from me, so I speak with haste because I was afraid of offending him. “Sir, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything, please forgive me. I do not mean to offend you or put you in an uncomfortable position. You can assign me any position/job and I will be happy I promise you.” He looks back at me in shock, “ Not many humans are happy to be maids. Why is it so different for you? Plus, you didn't offend me, Miss.L/N I was just taken aback by what you said was all.” He puts his hand on my hand to squeeze it and lets go quickly after.

“ I am different Sir because I promised my mother to love my life and that is what I plan to do no matter what the situation is,” I spoke with confidence while looking directly into his brown eyes. Again, he looks at me with a shocked expression, and I couldn't hold my laugh in and because of my laugh he started grinning at me. “ You know what? I will allow you to do the same thing your mom did for her boss.” This time I am the one looking at him in surprise, but then I get super excited and hugged him out of instinct. “ Oh! Thank you, Mr.Park thank you!” He gently hugs me back, but then he asks me another question.

“Miss L/N? Why do you want to be a blood donor?” Pulling away from him and looking down with a small frown on my face I tell him,” It's because I need the money to pay off a medical bill.” “ What? Medical bill? What do you mean? Are you sick?” He asks in concern, but I instantly shake my head no. “No, I am fine, but my little brother is not, he is living with a lung disorder that without a machine helping him to breathe right now he would be dead. Some treatments can help him, but I can't afford it and I understood that being just a maid won't be enough, so I was willing to be a blood donor. I know it's not the answer you might not want to hear, but please understand.” I look desperately into his eyes, but he closes his eyes tightly and sighs, “But are you truly willing to give me your blood?” Gazing back at me seriously, so I turn to speak in embarrassment, “Yes, I am also curious. I have always heard about how it feels, but I truly want to try it. If I give you a percentage out of one hundred. I would give you ninety-two percent of my willingness I am to give you my blood Mr.Park.

He nods his head from learning insight before he speaks, “How about this, tonight I need to feed anyway, so I will come to you for blood. After I have drunk from you the next day I want you to tell me an honest percentage of how much you are willing to let me have your blood. Okay?” I give him a grateful smile and spoke respectfully, “Okay, and thank you for your gracious offer, Mr.Park.” “You’re welcome, but since your going to be at my beck and call. I want you to do two things for me. One is to call me by my first name Jimin, and two, you have to sleep close to my room, so you will not be with the other maids. Can you do that for me Y/N?” I nod my head enthusiastically. “Good, well come on let me show you your room.” He chuckles while standing up.

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Hello :) Here is the second chapter hopefully it is better than the first, and hope you enjoy it.

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makaylajadewrites · 3 years

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can you do a moreid hc of them adopting and introducing the kids to the team and jack and henry??

Ohhh okay!!

So Spencer and Derek talk about it for awhile, and after four years into their relationship (two of which they have been married), they decide to sign the adoption papers

Unfortunately since they are a gay couple, several agencies turn them down, but finally, one accepts them, and they go to the home to meet some of the children.

When they go to meet the children, a little boy with bright hazel eyes, tanned skin, and a head full of messy brown curls clings to Spencer’s leg the entire time. He tells them that his name is Gale and that he is 3 years old. He’s a talkative little guy, that’s for sure, but when Spencer starts talking about dinosaurs to him, he shuts up immediately to soak in every word.

Spencer is in love. Derek can see it in his eyes, how much he adores the little boy, so they sign the papers to adopt him, and within a few day’s time, they return to pick him up and bring him to his new home.

Gale says “This is all mine?” when he sees that he has his own room. Spencer nearly cries at those words, since Gale clearly didn’t have such a luxury before. He had lived in a foster home with seven other children before then, and clearly, he hadn’t been given the childhood he deserved - so far. Spencer was determined to spoil him, and Derek had no plans of trying to change his mind.

It takes a few weeks for Gale to adjust to the new environment. He calls Spencer “Daddy” and he calls Derek “Poppy” (they didn't even have to prompt him - he started calling them that on his own). They go shopping together to pick out a bunch of toys and room decorations that Gale likes, on top of things that they had already bought for him before he came home with them. Soon enough, his room is a pleasant combination of dinosaurs, turtles, and books.

Spencer and Derek introduce Gale to their family - the team - at David’s mansion who hosts a celebration party for the new family. They’re all so excited to meet Gale, since so far, all they had seen were pictures of the trio. Jack and Henry are there too - Jack is a little bit older than Gale but Henry is a year younger. Regardless though, the three boys play in the large backyard while the adults eat and drink on the back porch, sitting at a round table and just enjoying each other’s presence.

“Spencer is in love,” Derek said with a fond smile. The other’s just chuckle and Spencer knows that he can’t deny it.

“He’s so smart,” Spencer says, looking out towards the boys who are tossing a ball back and forth between them. “He loves dinosaurs... He made sure to tell me that dinosaurs aren’t at the zoo so he asked me if we could go to the museum to see them.”

The girls give a collective “aww” and Derek wraps an arm around Spencer’s shoulders, bringing their heads together in a gentle bump. The night continues on but when Gale is slumping in Reid’s lap with exhaustion, they decide to call it a night. They say goodnight to their family and head home.

Together, they put their son to bed, and as Gale is dozing off, he mumbles out sleepily “I love you, Daddy and Poppy...” Spencer is almost crying and they both kiss his forehead before retreating to their own room.

“I’ve never been so happy in all my life,” Spencer confesses to Derek while they spoon in bed. Derek hugs Spencer from behind and he presses a kiss to his neck and says softly, “Me either, pretty boy... This is all just... perfect.”

Spencer hums his agreement happily. He rolls over in Derek’s arms, and presses their lips together in a loving goodnight kiss.

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glitterbootsharry · 4 years

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chapter five

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“I fuckin’ ‘ate Harry,” Daphne sips on her endless mimosa- the orange liquid sloshing against the clear glass as Daphne emphasizes her words with her hand, sunglasses hiding the dark circles that seemed to appear overnight on the very dull grey Wednesday mid-morning. Her fork scraped over the white china, trying to push the food around so it looked like Daphne actually ate something. Eliza’s face furrowed, in disbelief, as she leaned on the outdoor table with her elbows.

“Why? You loved him so much you moved in right away and he-” Eliza’s protest was cut short with Daphne sighing dramatically.

“He’s full of ‘imself and he won’t apologize to me for what happened last week, piece of shit,” Daphne’s eyes roll as her croissant nearly fell off her plate. She huffs as she picks her bread up and feverishly begins to chew as a passing car honks the horn. “He literally....”

“Took you on a date with Alex and his new girl and what? Did he not kiss you goodnight? Offer a good shag?” Eliza was trying to hide her ever growing smile- she tapped on her empty glass with her coffin nails waiting for a refill. The fact that Daphne was this upset over a double date was hilarious to the brunette.

“Gross. Never will kiss Harry, but no. He’s been a complete arsehole ever since I saw him with... Stephen.”

“So? He was laughing with the bloke at work. It’s not like-“

“Eliza Jane Harrington, he was seen canoodling with the enemy. It gets worse; just let me finish.”

☕︎︎

Harry hears the faint knock on the front door when his eyes open. Normally, he’s a sound sleeper- only the smell of food or the loud blaring of a weather alert pulling him from his slumber. But with Daphne gently moaning with her mouth slightly agape, Harry slept lightly in case she needed anything.

He rolled out of bed hoping the creaking of his body and bed wouldn’t wake Daphne. He closes the white door softly before scoffing at the absurd amount of knocks that whoever is doing. He opens the door to find Alex in a state.

“I need you mate, I really do,” Alex’s worried voice carries over the white flat as he walks through the entryway, not giving Harry a proper hello. Harry closes the door, sighing as he curses at the universe for waking him early on a Sunday. “I really cocked it up with this girl. I actually asked her out on a date.”

“Oh no, the world is in shambles. You’ve completely lost the plot, mate. I dunno what to tell you,” Harry crosses his arms as Alex shuffles across the floor.

“I mean I like her, I really do, but I actually asked her out. Proper. On a date,” Alex looks up to his friend with a look that worries Harry for a second. He had a plan.

“You could come with. Yeah, make it a double?” Alex’s voice was now excited as he nearly screamed in place. Harry steps forward with a stern look on his face. He motions with his head at his closed bedroom door.

“Quiet, or you’ll wake Daphne.”

“Are you joking mate? Daphne’s in there?” Alex was at a loss for words as he pointed with his hand at Harry’s closed bedroom door. Harry’s finger finds his mouth and shushes his friend back to a library safe tone in fear of waking Daphne. “What about Amelia?”

“Mate...” Harry’s voice broke flat as his face scrunched together. “Really? Nothing’s going on between us. She... We watched a movie and she got scared. It’s not the first time.”

“Not the first time?!” Alex’s voice raised again before he spoke more quietly after Harry gave him a stern look only Alex knew that he was driving into dangerous waters. “You mean to tell me that your beautiful, sexy flatmate has spent the night in your bed and you didn’t get a leg over?”

“No, and if you don’t drop it now, I’ll shove my foot so far up your arse when I bend me toes, I’ll tickle your brain.”

“Drop what?” Daphne stood at the opened doorway yawning. She rubbed her eyes adjusting to the bright light coming from the main room’s windows.The low murmurs woke her to an empty bedroom. She had outstretched to find Harry only he wasn’t there. Her hair was frizzy and tangled from her tossing in the middle of the night- vivid nightmares keeping her awake as Harry softly snored from sleeping on his naked torso. Her chestnut eyes were red and puffy, laying out evidence of a terrible night’s sleep.

“Alex was just...” Harry couldn’t find any words. He watched as Daphne walked closer to them in a shirt Daphne didn’t wear to bed. She was wearing his. It was a bit tight across the chest, but she looked ravishing.

“Asking Harry to a double date next Friday. I have a girl that I want to take her out, and I thought it would be less weird if someone else was there,” Alex smiled at Harry before drawing his attention to Daphne’s hardened nipples. Harry punches Alex in the arm when he notices.

“Oh that would be fun. Amelia going with you?” Daphne’s raspy voice creaks through the room. This always happened to her when she would cry herself to sleep.

“No she’s out of town then. Ya know, work,” Harry sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Which we need to get ready for.”

“It’s Sunday, Harry. No one’s working,” Daphne rolls her eyes as she tugs on the grey hem hoping it would magically cover more of her torso.

“What about you Daph? You in? We’re going to the National Gallery and mini golfing.”

“What an odd combination,” Daphne laughs at Alex. “Sure as long as Harry here is ready to be dominated at mini golf.” Daphne kisses Alex on the cheek and rests her hand on Harry’s chest- his heart beating fast. He prays that she can’t feel the dern muscle pumping against his skin. She looks up at him and smiles softly before letting her hand cascade slowly across his chest and down his arm.

Daphne stops short of her bedroom door and listens to the rest of the conversation that she had been eavesdropping on.

“I’m tellin’ you mate she’s got the hots for ya,” Alex’s voice is beginning to fade as Daphne assumes Harry is shoving him out the door. Daphne’s heart twists as she comes to an all sudden realization. She had been staring at Harry for far too long this morning.

“Yeah, you bloody wanker, and I’m the King of England.”

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Vera was nice. Beautiful, as if she had stepped out of a photoshoot or off the runway, Daphne couldn’t decide between the two, but the one thing that annoyed Daphne was the obnoxious laugh that carried throughout the entire building. Daphne swore she would hear the tune of laughter in her nightmares until days to come. It wasn’t a small laugh, no- it was a wide laugh that was in your face over the smallest of things. Alex made a corny joke, one like Harry would make, and while Daphne and Harry chuckled, Vera laughed from her belly with her mouth wide open as if she was in a comedy club.

Daphne counted the few peaceful moments of the evening as a reminder that the agonizing pain was to be over with soon. In the National Gallery, the two pairs went off on their own. Daphne found herself wondering over to the marble statues, listening to the recorded facts of each piece that hummed in the ear set. She had always wondered how much beauty could be formed from a block of materialized rock.

-ONE-

“It’s fascinating how the artist can make the sheer gown look real,” Harry whispers, leaning over to Daphne’s free ear. She jumped feeling quite startled as Harry pulled her back to reality. She imagined each chisel, each precise stroke that went behind every curve and point of the artwork. One wrong move and everything was over. When she looked up at Harry, his quiet smile ceasing to end, her heart pummeled inside itself. She hoped it was still from the scare.

“Yeah, I would love to see David in Florence. Michelangelo really was something else in the art world. And DiVinci. These are just....breathtaking,” Daphne smiled as she nudged Harry in the side with her elbow after his “Oh, we’re not talking about the Ninja Turtle?” joke. “How’s Miss Laugh and Mister Funny?” Harry looks around the room as if he’s lost something before turning to Daphne. He searches behind the tall naked woman before calling out Alex and Vera’s names.

“You haven’t heard them? Maybe someone kidnapped them?” Harry asks as his smile grows. “Or maybe they were escorted out due to disturbing the paintings.”

The small laughter between the two of them filled the open room. Daphne clutched Harry’s elbow, the tan block sweater burning into his skin as she looked up at him. Her brown eyes were growing dark and he wondered what it would be like to hear her laughter in his darkened bedroom in the lull of early morning when both were too awake to sleep, only running on hysteria. Daphne begins to walk to another statue across the way and wonders if there were ever any technology to capture the sound of laughter and make it into a painting, she would be willing to bet pounds that Harry’s laughter would sit next to the statue of David.

Harry hummed quietly as he followed Daphne through the statues. He took in, silently and stealthily, Daphne’s beauty. Her blonde hair was in a high pony, swaying the air around her as she walked. She wore the purple cashmere sweater that kept the cold November air at bay from her body with her black ripped skinny jeans. When Daphne walked out in those jeans with only her black lace brassiere on, Harry cleared his throat as he looked anywhere but in Daphne’s direction.

“As if you haven’t seen a naked woman before, Haz,” Daphne laughed as she took her cup of tea back to her bedroom.

“Won’t your knees get cold?” Harry called out after Daphne, only before she closed the door- the image of her raven torso tattoo burning in his mind.

“Not as cold as your heart,” Daphne yelled, a smile growing on her face.

“Should I be offended?” Harry laughed to himself.

Harry stands behind Daphne- close enough to smell her rich perfume. He thinks about wrapping his hands around her waist, pulling her head against his shoulder to kiss her. Shouldn’t he have these thoughts about Amelia?

Across the open hallway was a tall blonde man watching Daphne. His blue eyes followed her when she looked up at the looming statues with appreciation and love. Harry could see the wanting in his eyes, and it made his stomach churn. Anger tinged his soul as gingerly grasped Daphne’s hand- her cool skin setting a fire against his warm skin.

“Don’t look now, but some bugger is staring at you,” Harry whispered as he pulled Daphne into his embrace. Her honey eyes search his green ones, trying to understand what Harry was exactly doing. “Don’t want you chatting some boy up on our date.”

-TWO-

“You totally cheated,” Harry huffed as Daphne’s golf ball rings inside the white hole.

“You can’t cheat at mini-golf, Harry. ‘S not possible.” Daphne walked over to the small hole and grabbed her purple ball before shifting her weight to one hip as she waited for Harry to put his own. “Oh my God, is that Elton John?”

Harry looks up to where Daphne is looking as he hits the green ball only for it to miss the hole entirely.

“I swear to God, Daphne, I hate you,” Harry sighed, a fine line forming across his face where his lips were. He hated losing almost as much as saying he was sorry.

“Yeah well, get over it,” Daphne smiled. The one thing that really had been eating at Daphne was building the courage to confront Harry about a certain moment that happened earlier in the week. She had gone to take Harry’s forgotten packed lunch when the lift doors opened to Harry laughing loudly at a tall brunette man whose back was turned to her.

She waltzed across the room, not really caring at the moment since she herself was running late as it was, mind you, that she didn’t have time to carry Harry’s lunch across town to him. She extended her hand out, giving Harry’s cold leftovers to him and when she turned to leave, her heart sank.

She should have known who it was before she walked over to Harry- the slight build of the back, the deep voice that carried through her, the intense glare she had gotten from him.

“Stephen,” she hissed, not caring who was around. “How’s the slag from accounting? Still working out for you, yeah?” Daphne gave Harry a eat-shit-and-die look before turning to leave. “See you at home, Harry.”

Daphne yawned as Harry’s face furrowed in anger. She purposely made him miss so that she could win, but the smile that was plastered on her face when Harry straightened himself made the anger of losing melt away.

“Do you want some hot cocoa?” Daphne asked as Harry lined himself with the ball, solely concentrating on his game. “My treat.”

“Yeah sure, but please don’t leave me for long. I don’t know if I could stand it,” Harry motions his head over to the obstacle hole next to the pair. Vera was being coached by Alex, his body hovering against hers as they swung the club in the air for practice and her laugh stifling the air. “Still don’t know how she’s made it this long without playing.”

“It’s been a long twenty-eight years, I’ll tell you that,” Daphne chirps before handing Harry her club before leaving the faux grass. The giant plastic elephant’s trunk swung open barely missing Daphne’s head, Harry laughed and she gave him the middle finger.

“In your dreams, darling,” Harry called out into the cold night air as he watched his roommate walk to the queue.

“Two hot chocolates please,” Daphne ordered, her hair flying in the night air. The smell of pretzels and fired hot dogs fill her nose and she’s reminded of the circus.

“£3.50,” Daphne handed her card and the lady quickly swiped it through the card reader. “Receipt?”

“No thanks,” Daphne smiled. Looking back at Harry, he’s waiting as patiently as he can with his wait on his hip and his hand on the opposite for Alex and Vera to move to another hole. She laughs at the thoughts Harry could possibly be thinking.

“Be a minute, love.”

Daphne watches her flatmate from afar, wondering what life would be if she hadn’t responded to the advertisement those months ago.

Bland. Desolate. You’d be living with your parents again.

“Here you go, love. Enjoy.” The counter lady places the hot cups on the counter and when Daphne turns to be with Harry again after gently picking the scolding hot cups, they’re suddenly on a stranger.

She couldn’t stop herself from turning and crashing into a tall handsome man who looked out of place. In a land of mini-golf, he looked as if he belonged on the Master’s grass.

“So sorry, I should have looked,” Daphne mumbled out of her mouth as she tried to dry off the spilled milk with the few napkins she grabbed. “Let me pay for cleaning,” she looked up at the man who, for someone who just had hot chocolate spilled on them, was calm and almost laughing.

“Honestly, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been standing so close.” Daphne continued to pat the growing spot to soak up as much of the liquid as she can. “Don’t worry about cleaning, it’s an old shirt anyways. Name’s Matt.”

He extends his hand and when Daphne finally stops patting him down, she shakes his hand. His face, Daphne came to the conclusion, was chiseled from God himself. He took extra time with this Matt. High cheekbones, structure jaw that she could see herself sitting on, blue ocean eyes that she could get lost in.

Still holding his hand, Daphne finds herself feeling small. “Daphne. Daphne Rose Jones. I’m a Sagittarius.” Matt laughs as he tousles his dirty blonde hair with his free hand. His smile stretches across his face. “Matt Jerome Barr. I have no clue what sign I am.”

“Guess we would need to research it then,” Daphne felt her face get hot from embarrassment. Did she really just say that?

“I guess so,” Matt’s voice hummed low as he finally lets go of Daphne’s hand. “You with anyone here, love?”

“Yeah, just my roommate. He’s over there with his friend and girly friend thing,” Daphne looks over to Harry who is now watching Daphne interact with a tall bloke.

“You live with a guy? He’s gay?” Matt asks, his brow quirking up.

“No. He’s got a girl. She isn’t here- on business. But yeah totally straight.”

“Interesting.” Matt wanted nothing more than to run his hands through Daphne’s hair.

“That’s not the only interesting thing here,” Daphne purred, her honey eyes going completely black. “I’m winning at mini-golf.”

“That is very interesting. How about you and I go a couple of rounds later? Say next Friday?” Matt asks, his hands toying with Daphne’s.

☕︎︎

“What was that all about?” Harry asks as Daphne hands him his cup. He sips slowly, letting the hot liquid soothe his throat.

“Spilled the drinks on him. Had to apologize properly,” Daphne’s eyes darted down to the faux grass, “and then he asked me out next Friday.”

“Next Friday? We were going to do the naked painting thing,” Harry’s smile crooks in a corner as Daphne laughs. She makes her stance at her ball before once again getting a hole in one.

“We’ll always have the naked painting thing.” Daphne kisses Harry on the cheek and he feels his heart breaking one piece at a time.

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notquitecanon · 4 years

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Clean Break // Marvel/Criminal Minds Crossover (reader insert)

yeah, no one asked for this, it’s entirely self-service bc I’m trash

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Early 2010

You slammed your go-bag down in your car, taking a deep breath to compose yourself. Logically, you knew it had been a bad call- physically confronting the unsub by yourself when he had a hostage. Bad Idea. Not to mention some other risky calls you had made lately...

But you pulled it off, getting the kid-safe and subduing the bad guy. Hotch didn’t see it the same way, not only had he pulled you away to scold you in private- but there had also been a yelling matching in front of part of the team.

As soon as the jet had landed, Hotch ordered you on two weeks suspension. You had arguments on the tip of your tongue, but the warning look Derek was sending you from behind Aaron told you to just accept it. This team was like a family, and sometimes families fought.

As you slid into your driver's seat you could still vividly feel the white-hot embarrassment of the entire team staring at you while you collected your things. The awkward “I’m sympathetic but you lowkey deserve it” smile from Spencer. JJ and Garcia promised to get lunch with you soon, and Prentiss offered to meet for drinks as well, which you politely smiled and nodded too knowing they’d be too busy with cases. Rossi had stopped you on your way out and told you to, “Get your head on straight.”

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the steering wheel with one hand and roughly turned the key to start the engine. My head is on straight, they’re just not willing to take risks. You bitterly thought as you drove out of the parking garage. As you merged into the street, you finally got radio signal- the speakers flickering to life with an all too familiar, “I am ironman” before merging to another later interview with the billionaire turned superhero, Tony Stark.

You flipped to the next station, flinching at the terrible techno beats before flipping it again, this station flooding your car with drawling, “he-done-me-wrong” country music. You flipped it back, another irritated sigh, “Iron man it is.”

“I can’t trust the military with my tech, obviously, but it has too much opportunity to just shove in a box. So the responsibility falls to me to use Ironman to save people.” Tony Stark explained you could here the self-righteousness in his voice. The profiler is you couldn’t help but scoff.

“Classic Narcissist with savior complex tendencies.” You remarked as you drove. You turned down the volume as you continued your drive, the suburb of Quantico slowly turning into bigger city D.C.

Finally, you slid into a parallel parking spot across from your apartment building. The drive made the red-hot anger turn into defeated resignment, you knew you made mistakes and Hotch called you on it- he wasn’t singling you out, even if he was a little harsh, in your opinion. You recognized you arguing hadn’t helped your situation, I dug this grave, now I have to lie in it. But I can lie in it with the nice bottle of wine Rossi got me for my birthday.

Resignedly, you started making plans for your two weeks as you rode the elevator up to your floor- you juggled thoughts of visiting your family back home, maybe visiting some old friends, briefly, you thought of starting an online dating profile and going on some dates. I should call and apologize to Hotch, he might have been harsh, but I definitely provoked him. You thought as you unlocked your apartment, quickly turning off your alarm before taking off your gun.

You looked around your apartment, all the lights were off, deathly silent, almost empty. Two weeks of this, I’m going to go crazy.

Four days later, you had officially run of out things to do. You had cleaned, cooked, tried new restaurants, shopped, rented movies, even read books that Spencer’s suggested list. You were going stir crazy- the Team was already on a new case according to Penelope, your old friends were all working, and your family was weirdly busy.

On the fourth day, you went to the movies, returning to your apartment at 9:30. Immediately, you knew something was wrong- as soon as you stepped into the apartment, you noticed the lights, all were off (which you knew you didn’t do) except one light in the living room. I know I unplugged that lamp.

You grabbed your gun off the entryway table, a million possibilities going through your head as you flicked the safety off and began stalking towards the living room. As you rounded the corner, your eyes landed on your intruder.

“That won’t be necessary, Agent.”

His voice was deep, confident. Your intruder was a tall, dark-skinned man, a black eye-patch matched the near floor-length black leather coat. He was wearing a black turtle neck, black slacks, and (shocker) black shoes- and was sitting in your favorite chair, only partially lit by the lamp beside him. Your trained eyes easily picked out the three guns he had hidden on him.

“Who the hell are you and why the hell are you in my house?” You growled, still not lowering your gun.

“My name is Nick Fury, director of SHIELD, and I’m here to offer you a job.”

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“So you want me to profile a billionaire, a former Russian spy, a SHIELD agent, and Modern-day Jekyll/Hyde?” You asked sarcastically after Director Fury explained his proposition.

“Possibly more. And then I want you to tell me if my initiative will work.” He nodded, you quirked an eyebrow.

“And will my opinion matter if I tell you something you don’t want to hear?” You inquired, carefully watching him for an answer.

“It will influence my decision, yes.” He nodded. He was a good liar, but you still noticed the subtle ticks. You ignored them.

“Why me? I have a whole team of talented profilers-” You started, thinking of Hotch and Rossi’s experience, Reid’s brilliant mind, Derek’s determination, JJ and Prentiss’s unique methods of profiling...

“No, your team’s first loyalty is to the Bureau, Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi will never leave the FBI, we tried to recruit Dr. Reid out of college he turned us down, Jennifer Jareau gets too caught up by her family, Prentiss was a good candidate but not while her mother is still working, political agenda gets very dangerous. Derek Morgan is too headstrong, especially when it becomes to .” He paused, before nodding to you, “Additionally, you’ve got a good bit of experience with the BAU but haven’t been there long enough to be considered a security risk to SHIELD, also with the recent sanction, we’ve determined that you’re willing to take risks that the FBI won’t let you take. That what makes you attractive to SHIELD. The sanction also gives a convenient break to recruit you to SHIELD.”

It was like a combination of Hotch and Spence talking to at you, slightly completely overwhelming. “You don’t have to decide now, but here’s my card.”

And then Director Nick Fury was gone as quickly as he came. And you had some thinking to do.

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“Hey, Hotch, I know I’m still suspended, but I’m just calling to update you- because well... well you’ll understand soon. I’ve made some personal decisions, and some things are going to happen soon, and I just wanted to let you know that it’s not because of my suspension. I just wanted to let you know that I’m not angry, and this isn’t a spiteful or rash decision.” You explained to the voicemail, almost relieved Hotch didn’t actually pick up. He’d ask questions that you couldn’t answer, but you couldn’t stress enough that you weren’t mad at him or anyone on the team.

Director Fury had officially stopped dealing with you directly, instead sending another supposedly high ranking SHIELD official. Agent Coulson had decided it was best if you didn’t tell your team about your transfer, that he’d handle everything (re: go above Hotch’s head and handle everything at a political level). While most FBI agents knew about SHIELD, Phil had stepped out for a moment allowing you to quickly leave the voicemail, which made you feel better about leaving your team.

“So, uh, yeah, tell the team to be careful. I can’t say anything more, but, uh yeah. Bye, Hotch.”

You clicked off the call, shoving the cell in your pocket. Phil stepped back in, as always followed by three agents. “Well, you are officially an Agent of SHIELD. I’ve sent Agents to your desk to pack it up. Agents will also pack up your apartment, Fury wants you working ASAP.”

You simply nodded, zipping up your go-bag. Ain’t no rest for the wicked.

_______

Meanwhile at the BAU:

Dr. Reid glanced up at Aaron Hotchner’s office. He’d been on the phone for an hour, pacing his office back and forth. “What do you think is going on?”

“No idea, but with that look, it can’t be good.” Prentiss thought aloud, glancing at the young doctor before watching Hotch through the blinds. Derek came up beside her, sipping at his coffee.

“Think it has anything to do with (Y/N)?” He asked, leaning against the desk. JJ, on her way back to her office, stopped by.

“We’ve been fielding so many calls from higher-ups. So I don’t think so, Strauss was pretty indifferent about (Y/N)’s suspension.” She said, lowly. Suddenly, Aaron came out of his office causing everyone to hurriedly go about their business- trying (and failing) to be inconspicuous as they stared after their supervisor who rushed out of the BAU.

“What was that all about?” Prentiss asked, staring after him.

“Uhh, guys?” Garcia called, approaching the other agents as quickly as the ridiculously tall orange heels she was wearing that day would let her.

Derek Morgan quirked an eyebrow, quickly concerned after noting the shock on Garcia’s face. “What is it baby girl?”

“So I was just checking on our absent friend, trying to see what she was up to and whatnot, and when I checked her facebook, (Y/N)’s page was deleted. And I know you’re asking, Garcia, why does this matter? I’ll tell you, because then I checked every other social media page she has- and they’re all gone. Her home phone is cut off and her lease was broken today. So either she’s Gone Girling us, or someone is trying very hard to make sure she doesn’t exist anymore.” Penelope listed off, words flying out of her mouth at a rate that was dizzying. She paused to take a breath, but Rossi had emerged from his office, standing against the railing that separated him from the rest of the bullpen.

“My bets are on them.” He announced motioning to the entrance. The rest of the team snapped their heads that way, all eyes widening at the posse entering. Four agents, two men and two women, were trailing behind a woman who appeared to be in charge. Hotch was hot on the head-woman’s heels lowly hissing something at her with an angry look plastered on his brow.

The entire team jumped up when the four henchmen (for lack of a better word) began rooting apart your old desk while Hotch was still arguing with the woman in charge. “Hey, Hey, you can’t just tear her desk apart, man!”

Derek was the first to argue, but they just ignored him, throwing books, personal items, and office supplies into boxes. Morgan flicked his eyes to Hotch, “What’s going on?”

Hotch didn’t answer Morgan, instead, using his size to try and intimidate the agent, “You can’t barge into my bullpen, and start packing up her desk.”

Spencer watched the tense interaction, but approached the other most experienced person in the room instead, “Who are these guys, Rossi?”

“SHIELD, I’ve dealt with them once or twice- but it never turns out good.”Rossi divulged, his eyes never leaving the SHIELD agents. While almost every FBI agent knew about SHIELD, not many knew that much. Everything about SHIELD was a rumor at best and classified at worst. The doctor’s eyebrows crinkled, remembering the recruiting agent that approached him at his first college graduation as he watched Hotch.

“You can’t pack up her desk and then ask us to pretend like she never existed! That’s one of my agents and this team deserves to know the terms of this transfer!” Hotch demanded, his voice loud and scarily determined. That was the voice that sent killers shaking, but this SHIELD supervisor didn’t waiver.

“She’s not your agent anymore, and contact has been severed at the orders of someone far above both of our heads Agent Hotchner.” She paused, watching her goons put lids on the three boxes they’d packed, “Now, we will be leaving. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.

”It only took them five minutes to erase every shred of evidence that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had ever stepped foot in the BAU. The only proof they had was memories.

Chatter immediately broke out amongst the bullpen, but Hotch stopped it with a simple sentence, “Meet in the briefing room.”

______

“....some things are going to happen soon, and I just wanted you to hear it from me first so I could tell you I didn’t do it because I was mad at you or my suspension... I just wanted to let you know that I’m not angry, and this isn’t a spiteful or rash decision.”

There was a pause in your voice, before you resumed, “So, uh, yeah, tell the team to be careful. Go out, save some people, and put some sickos away for me… I can’t say anything more, but, uh yeah. Bye, guys.”

With that, the voicemail clicked off. The team sat in silence, each person quietly processing the voicemail, every verbal tic, every pause, every quiet chuckle.

Hotch cleared his throat, “I got that voicemail as I walked into the BAU today, immediately thereafter I received calls from both FBI and SHIELD superior officers telling me the (Y/L/N) was being transferred to SHIELD. She has been ordered to maintain zero contact, and, as far as we know, will not be returning to the BAU.”

“Sadly, we don’t have time to argue with the higherups, because we have a case and it’s time-sensitive…”

So with heavy hearts, the BAU kept moving and tried to ignore the empty seat at the round table.

_______

yeah no one asked for this but Imma keep writing it until I’m tired of it

#marvel #avengers #criminal minds #marvel x reader #marvel x criminal minds #crossover #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #steve rogers x reader

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melbee · 4 years

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Electric Love

Chapter 3

A David Lee Roth Fanfiction

I'd be safe and warm If I was in L.A. California dreamin'

On such a winter's day

- california dreamin’

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“Okay.. final checks!” Holly sounded out as she put the last box into the Ford pickup truck, (kindly borrowed from her father).

I huffed as I put my bag into the front seat, as I made my way to the back where Holly was. “I think that’s it Holly.”

She sighed as she finally looked at me. “Holy shit, we’re actually doing this.”

“Pretty sure I’m the one who’s moving?” I said as I laughed, making my way to the front, sitting shotgun.

“It takes two, and we’re basically joined at the hip Rose.” She said laughing, climbing into the front seat, and shutting the door.

“Right forgot how obsessed you are about me.” I said as we started onto the road.

“Yeah well...” Holly began to say, as I looked out the window.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be leaving this place.” I whispered as I watched the car go by. I gazed up at the corner store me and Holly used to ride our bikes to as kids, the large Museum full of tacky antiques, and of course the beautiful desert scenery that accompanied every corner of Arizona.

“Believe me, it’s for the best. From the day I met you in first grade, you were never destined to stay in this dry place.” Holly said as she stayed glued to the road ahead.

I gave her small smile, as she flicked her eyes toward me before focusing back on the road. “That means a lot. I never thought I would get out of here.”

“Rose, if there was a spot in the yearbook for the person who is most likely for success, it was always you.”

I just sighed as I continued looking out the window. How did she know that? I was always quiet, reserved, and never one to go out much. I felt as if I should be doing more, or being more fun and energetic. I figured I would live in Arizona all my life, settle down, maybe get married and have kids.

I guess life has a funny way of changing things.

“So what are you going to do?” I asked as I whipped my head around to Holly. I’ve known her for a long time, but I never quite knew what she wanted to do as a career. She was a good swimmer and competed, but I wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted to be all her life.

Holly sighed, “I’m sure I’ll work at the diner a bit longer, at least until I punch that sucker like a balloon anyways...” I laughed as I shook my head.

Holly looked at me and smiled, “Maybe I’ll talk to Ralph at the pool and see if I could pick up a job as a swim coach or something.”

I smiled, “Holly, that sounds wonderful!”

“Yeah maybe I’ll do that for a bit, maybe meet a cute European, move to Spain, oh.. and cheer on my best friend as she earns millions as the best fashion designer in the entire country.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I said as I fidgeted with my fingers.

I put my eyes back out the window, as I heard the familiar click of the radio turn on, and the familiar melodies of California Dreamin’ by the Mamas and the Papas turned on.

I heard the tap of the wheel, I assumed Holly had begun to listen to the music, and it must've been lulling, because I soon began to drift off into a deep sleep, the sense of surroundings filling me, and the curiosity of the future in store for me.

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Approximately 12 hours later, two cheeseburgers, and taking turns driving the truck, we made it to the City of angels.

“Wow! It’s just like in the movies, but better!” Holly said as she gazed out of the windows at the looming palm tress, and the big buildings.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” I said as I gazed at the people in fancy and cheap cars alike, the big signs filled with ads for strip clubs, tours, and perfume commercials.

“I wonder how many celebrities you’re going to see.” Holly said, as she turned down another street, toward a sign that was directing us to northeast Los Angeles, and eventually into Pasadena.

We had stopped at a local convenience store and grabbed a map, which I now had facing adjacent to a long a piece of paper which I had copied down the street address. I was fixing my eyes now toward the map, chewing my bottom lip in concentration. “Okay so go straight for about 15 miles, then you’re going to take a right, then a left, go straight-”

“Okay, calm down I’m not a mind memorizer.” Holly said, as I saw her tongue peak out of her bottom lip, as she continued on. “I need a smoke soon.”

“Okay, do you want me to get one for you?” I said as I glanced back at the map.

“Nah, my Dad will kill me if he smells smoke in here. Something about it ruining the interior or something..”

“Oh okay..” As I concentrated on the map. This was so confusing, how did anyone get anywhere in this state? Arizona was pretty easy as it was mainly desert. This city had almost every type of business across every corner of land. If you wanted to go to a strip club, McDonald's, or get your drivers license, you were lucky to have all three within walking distance.

“Wow so cool! Look!’ Holly said as she pointed up at a billboard we were passing by, I looked just briefly to see a glimpse of large letters, and bright colors.

VAN HALEN TWO NIGHTS AT THE ROSE BOWL! GET YOUR TICKETS NOW!

“So cool! I wonder if Lewis could hook you up with tickets, I wouldn’t mind staying a couple extra days.” Holly said as she laughed.

I shrugged going back to the map. “Yeah maybe..”

“Oh come on! Don’t you want to see Van Halen! They’re so hot and so rock n’ roll.”

“Yeah, I like a couple of their songs..” I muttered.

Holly gave me a pointed look. “Okay, so you wouldn’t do anything to get backstage and meet them?”

I put my map down, as I gave her a look. “Holly, me and 50 other girls trying to hook up with them.”

“Woah! So you admit you would want to hook up with them.” Holly giggled.

“Uh.. no. I mean.. I would be mixed in with every other girl trying to get their eyes set on them. What makes me stand out from the rest of the other greedy, fame grabbers?” I said as I shook my head.

“Oh I don’t know.. maybe getting pregnant and having to get married by guilt, and collecting millions in cash as a rock star wife?” Holly said, without a stutter.

My eyes bugged. “Holly, you are fucking insane.”

“I know, you love me anyway.” She winked.

“Focus on the road, we’re getting close to Pasadena.”

“alright.. alright..” Holly said as she maintained her eyes on the road.

Almost an hour later we had finally made it to Pasadena.

It was a lot more prosperous then LA. It showcased lot’s of expensive architecture and Spanish styled roofing, and busy landscapes. I could tell it was a town where the rich encompassed much of the population.

How much does Lewis make? From the couple phone calls I had received from him, I had not gotten the chance to ask about how prosperous his job was.

“Wow, there must be some rich ass kids in this place.” She said as she looked around at the architecture.

I snorted, “Yeah no kidding. Pretty sure you’re turning right at this intersection.” Holly jerked the wheel into the turn lane, and stopped before giving me a mean look.

“You know you have to give me at least a bit more time to safely move myself, before you give me directions.”

I slapped my hand down on the map, “You were complaining I was going too fast!”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure a turtle could say directions faster then you could.” Holly said as we began turning onto another road.

The buildings began to space out, as we began to drive pass large mansions, guarded by strong gates and dangly trees, that reminded me of the streets showcased in Hollywood movies. Does that mean they were fake? There was something so oddly picturesque of Pasadena, that made me believe it was something far different then what it appeared to be.

“Wow, I wonder who lives in those places.” Holly said as we peered to the side to ogle at the gorgeous architecture.

Just as we were driving, we all but slammed on our brakes as we saw a 50′s Mercury all but zoom past one of the accompanying large, expansive gates, along with a chorus of loud hollers and laughs.

I scoffed as I looked over to Holly who sat there in awe. “Wow.”

“Are you okay?” I asked looking concerned, this must’ve snapped her out of her daze because she began driving once again, as she shook her head.

“Yeah sorry, I just... who the hell was that? Do you think they could’ve been a celebrity?” She said.

I laughed. “They almost hit us, and you’re worried about if they were famous?”

“How cool if they did, and I could’ve met whoever was in that car. It looked like a guy and a couple chicks. Or maybe they were all guys...”

I laughed as I shrugged, “Could very well be the latter.”

“So fucking cool.” She said as she shook her head smiling, as we continued down the road.

I couldn’t help but begin to get curious who was in there as well. Didn’t they have any decency to watch where they were going? Why were they driving so erratically in such a beautiful car? Where they drunk? Where were they going?

I simply just let it go, and sighed hoping that would’ve been the end of those encounters in California.

Oh, how I wish that would've been true.

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Sunset Strip, 1982

“Dave you are so funny!” I heard the obnoxious giggle come from the blonde to my right.

I grinned, as I handed the keys to a chauffeur, grabbing her hand and kissing her neck all the way into the club, a troupe of others who had hitched a ride following behind closely.

“Great to see you Mr. Roth, your booth is right this way.” As a waiter, I presumed new as he had no recognizable face to him, lead me the way. It was routine to hit Hollywood’s best clubs on the Sunset Strip, and it was always a good time to reminisce about Van Halen’s early days.

We certainly had come a long way now.

“Call me Dave, or Diamond, or put them together. It doesn’t matter.” I said as I laughed, cueing the chorus of giggles from the other girls who had stumbled their way to the side.

I had checked and now they had seemingly multiplied, lots of brunettes, and bleach blonde hair, and legs. To say it was normal, would be an understatement. They were all the same. But it got me laid, and gave me a good time.

“David...” I heard a whisper come from the side, it sounded like Michael Jackson, and over-tuned whistles. Nonetheless, I turned my way to see a brunette with big eyes, gazing at me with a strange look.

“Yes, sugar?” I said in my best sweet saccharine voice, and a grin.

She began to rub down my thigh, her spindly fingers grazing up and down like cat claws. God damn how did she pick stuff up with them... “Could you get me a drink?”

I smiled, as I stood a little taller motioning for a waiter to come. “She’ll have a jack and coke.”

She huffed, “No, I want a whiskey sour.” I shrugged as I motioned for the waiter to listen to her, and he simply nodded his head and left.

She continued her incessant clawing on my thighs, that I’m sure would leave marks by morning, as girls began toppling over one another to try to join in on whatever they thought was happening.

“So David, are we going back to your house?” I heard a blonde say to my right, as she twirled her hair, biting her lip as if her life depended on it.

“I don’t know sugar, I got rehearsal tomorrow.”

She pouted as she latched on to my arm like a leech. “Please, can we come stay, I’ll make it worth your while.” I began hearing the sounds of bird like chirps as other girls nearby began chiming in on the plead.

I laughed as I smacked the blonde’s thigh, grabbing a swig of my Jack before shrugging. “Oh fuck it.”

I heard a loud cheer, before one by one girls began crawling towards me, kissing up and down my legs and arms.

This was going to be a long night.

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b-icetea · 5 years

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prompt n. 71 pls??

Silly relationship

nonsense :)

71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”

David hates this fucking website.

He really does. Especially now that it’s time to upload his portfolio but the site is apparently not equipped to handle the high resolution of David’s work. The files were too big before, so he’s done his best to make them smaller, but he absolutely refuses to make them smaller yet again.

He’s got his standards, damnit.

The page keeps crashing. Four times now, he has tried to upload the pictures. David is pretty sure he is going to dream of the error notifications tonight.

Now, though, finally, the page isn’t crashing, wonder of wonders. Instead, the little round thing next to the mouse icon is circling. Mocking David. Around and around it goes and the longer it happens, the more David can feel his shoulders tense. They’re somewhere near his ears right now.

Growling, David stares at it. Clicks out of the tab and onto another one where he has Netflix open, only to switch right back again, because a trailer for one of the site’s movies immediately, obnoxiously, starts playing and he doesn’t care about Wine Country or whatever the hell it is this time.

The website is still loading. David hits refresh. He’s pretty sure that made it worse, because this time the browser just gives up and shows him the error message again.

For the first time, he understands Matteo’s impulse to slide off of any furniture he sits on whenever life gets to be too much. Melting into a puddle of goo onto the floor sounds really awesome right about now. Goo puddles probably don’t get fucked over by university websites.

Since melting isn’t an option, because, sadly, he isn’t that flexible, David just crumples into a heap onto the desk. His head ends up buried in his arms. It’s really uncomfortable, because the position puts a lot of strain on his back and there has been a kink somewhere in his spine all day anyway. He can feel exactly where it is, directly between his shoulder blades.

It reminds him of that stupid mouse with that stupid circle. While he’s in the middle of contorting himself, trying to get the knot out of his spine and probably looking like a deranged cobra, he hears Matteo snort from where he’s sitting on the bed.

“You’re small”, he says, casually and basically out of nowhere.

David stops his contortions and looks back at him. He is propped up against the wall, headphones around his neck and plugged into his laptop. Judging by the way his fingers are moving across the keyboard, he’s probably playing something. His gaze is glued to the screen.

“No, you’re small”, David says, after a beat.

They’ve had this conversation before – if you can call it that, really – and he knows the script by heart.

“You’re smaller, though,” Matteo retorts instantly, eyes shooting David a quick look, before going back to whatever is happening on the screen.

“Wrong. I’m big.” David can feel a smile starting to tug on the corners of his lips.

He doesn’t really know when they started saying stuff like this. It’s super ridiculous – they just talk about the most inane stuff they can come up with until they can’t breathe because of all the laughing. That’s the purpose, of the whole thing, actually. Making the other one giggle and just marveling at the fact that you have someone you talk to about the literally dumbest things and they will not only love you anyways, they will talk right back at you, matching you word for word.

It means something, that. There’s intimacy in being stupid together, because it means you are so sure about the other person, you aren’t afraid of scaring them off with your dopiest self.

Matteo makes a skeptical noise in his throat and quirks his lips into something that looks like a downwards, frowny pout sort of thing. “I don’t see it. How big are you exactly?”

David throws out his arms out almost as far as they will go. “At least this big.”

His boyfriend looks at him and shakes his head a little. “I don’t know. That sounds like a lie.” He’s starting to grin as well, lopsided and dear.

“Are you calling me a liar, Mr. Florenzi?”, David says and lets his eyes go big in mock outrage.

“It’s because you’re lying.” Matteo presses his lips together and nods repeatedly.

“I’m not, though.”

“You’re small and soft and squishy, I don’t know what else to tell you, man.”

“I’ll show you squishy, you ass”, David half shouts and jumps out of his seat. Matteo instantly presses a button on his laptop, before hurriedly closing it and shoving it away.

It’s a good thing too, because David is already on him, fingers wiggling under Matteo’s white shirt and trying to find all the spots that make his boyfriend shriek with laughter. It’s one of the few times where Matteo is actually really loud.

Getting tickled is something he can’t endure quietly. He gasps and curls away from David, face bright and silly. Pressing his arms against his sides, he tries to make it impossible for David to get to his ribs, but David knows all of his weak spots, so he goes for his neck and after Matteo does his best impression of a turtle, he attacks the backs of his knees.

It goes back and forth a bit, Matteo feebly trying to give as good as he gets, but David won’t let him, because he’s ticklish everywhere, okay, so he can’t give Matteo even a little bit of leeway. It isn’t until long that they’re both out of breath and thank god it isn’t night this time, because last time they woke up Hans, who had the bad taste to tell them to keep their weird kinks to themselves.

David’s sides are hurting and his face feels hot, cheeks probably all red again, as they are all the damn time, anyway.

Matteo proves that perception right when he swipes his hand towards David’s head and drolly says “blushy, blushy” in a goblin voice. David catches his wrist instantly and bites him there, which makes Matteo snort.

They both sort of crumple into a heap then, David on top of Matteo, the two of them heaving for breath and letting out little giggles now and again while they calm down.

“I’m still stronger than you are”, David says once his heartbeat is back to normal. He feels like that needs to be known in case Matteo hasn’t learned his lesson.

“I’m still stronger than you are”, Matteo just says back in that stupid nasal voice he does for David sometimes.

In retaliation, David bites him again, this time on the jaw, because it’s the only place he can conveniently reach without moving too much.

“What kind of vampire are you, missing the neck and everything?”, Matteo grumbles, wiping the now slightly damp spot on David’s hair.

“You try to bite me all the time.”

“Yeah, but do I actually do it? I’m just playing. You’re the one that always makes things escalate.”

Indignant, David raises his head and looks into Matteo’s smug face. He looks like a gremlin. David has stopped questioning why he likes that so much.

“Are you for real right now?”

“First things first, I’m the—”

“Do not”, David interrupts him, putting Matteo in a headlock and pressing his face against David’s neck so that the rest of his sentence gets muffled by his skin and all he can hear is Matteo’s snickering.

After a bit, Matteo stops and only presses his lips against David’s pulse point. Everyonce in a while, he can feel them move a little. It’s like his mouth is fidgeting and that mental image is so purely Matteo that David can’t help but smile and let the headlock he still got Matteo in soften into an embrace.

“You smell good,” Matteo tells him and David can feel every word against his neck.

“Your hair is soft”, David says back while rubbing his cheek against the dirty blond strands gently.

“You’ve got the nicest eyes,” Matteo answers, untucking his head from David’s neck to look at him, touching the skin beneath David’s right eye with the pad of his thumb and then just leaving his palm to rest against David’s cheek. David turns his head a little and presses a kiss right into the middle of it.

“Your ears are cute.”

“I like you so much,” Matteo murmurs and maybe that wouldn’t mean so much to some people, but in David’s head, you can, of course, like a person very much and not love them, but what often seems to be forgotten, is the fact that you can also love a person and not like them all that much.

David and Matteo are together, sure.

But they’re also best friends and while he’s young and this is his first real relationship, he’s pretty sure that’s what makes all the difference.

“I love you,” he says anyway, because Matteo needs to hear that and David likes saying it.

“You’re the single best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The breath in his lungs seems to get lost somewhere halfway out of his body when he hears that.

Matteo looks a bit shy, but not nervous. He means it and he wants David to know.

It’s become a bit of a game, a competition. Telling each other all the things they like about each other. Stupid things, like how David loves that one mole behind Matteo’s ear and insists the mole marks that ear as the good one of the two. Things like Matteo being completely preoccupied by how soft David’s eyebrows are and how he’ll sometimes stroke a finger over each of them, smiling. But they also tell each other stuff that’s less silly and a bit harder to get out.

How breathing is easier when the other one is around. How David makes Matteo feel like he’s less of a fuck up. How Matteo gives David the courage to stop running.

But neither of them has ever said those exact words. David doesn’t think he has ever been the best anything for anyone. The mere idea that Matteo actually said that, because he sees these words as true enough to let them out into the world …

David knows he’ll hold onto these words. He can already feel them, inside of himself, where his heart is, somewhere around where he feels overfull in the best way, making a nest and settling down there for good.

He pulls Matteo against himself more securely and cradles his head in his palm like the precious thing he is. He won’t ever let this boy go. Not ever. Because that thing Matteo said?

David feels that, too.

They can be each other’s best thing forever. He thinks that’s what being together should always mean anyway.

#druck #davenzi #david schreibner #matteo florenzi #davenzi writing prompts #blackhthorn #b-icetea's davenzi prompt fills

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daviddoughbrik · 5 years

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That’s What You Get - a D. Dobrik Imagine

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heart is beating so hard and for what? Or who, rather.. His messy hair comes into vision and as he gets closer I can feel the blood rushing out of my face. He can’t tell though, I always wear lots of makeup around him. Pathetic, I know. It’s been four months y/n. Tell him or stop having feelings.

“Hey, y/n. Thanks for eating lunch with me,” he smiles.

“Yeah, no big deal. I love food,” you laugh knowing it kinda sounds like I Love You which is what you really wanted to say.

“Sorry it took me so long, traffic was bad coming back from Jason’s, but I’ve got a surprise for you in my car when we get done eating,” he says with a wink. Suspicious. But okay.

“I don’t know whether to be excited or scared as hell. And David Dobrik I swear if someone is waiting on me in that car to scare me while we eat you better go get them and let them eat with us,” you demand with laughter.

He laughs so hard the table shakes. “No, I promise it’s a good surprise. It’s a gift, that’s what I should have called it,” he smiles, doing that cute as hell over-active tongue thing he does. The waiter approached the table so you just give him a look.

“Hi, welcome to Minko’s, can I get you started off with some drinks and appetizers?” the girl says with intense smiling at David and only David. He takes her hint and beams back at her.

“Uh yeah, can we get the appetizer platter with boneless wings, potato skins and mozzarella sticks, and.... hmm, can I have a water to drink?” he asks, still smiling up at her figure over us.

“You?” she says kind of rudely.

“I would like some water to drink as well, please,” you say trying to kill her with kindness. Without a word she turns and walks away. “Well,” you sigh.

“What?” David asks rearranging things in your table.

“She was kinda rude,” you slightly laugh.

“What? No. She was totally nice,” he says. “She was cute, too,” he blushes. “Is it gonna bother you if I give her my number?”

Uh. Yes. You idiot. “No, go for it, dude,” you say and pull your phone out. She returns promptly with the appetizer he ordered and only one water.

“Oh, sorry, what did you want to drink again?” she asks you not even meeting your eyes.

“Water,” you still respond as nice as you can be.

“Right,” she says and winks at David, disappearing again. David’s eyes follow her, and you’re already over this lunch.

———————

Dave, thanks again for the new merch. I’ll be sure and wear it in all my stories. And of course we can film that video for tarte. Thanks for the goodies from them too dude. You’re awesome. Send. Merch is not what I had in mind when he said a gift and neither is makeup he got for free. It’s the thought that counts and at least it won’t go to waste.

Yeah no problem. I know you wear makeup like every day so I thought maybe you could use it.

Yeah, definitely. Thanks again.

Hey y/n?

Yeah?

Nat is out of town, do you think you could come over? 😬

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. Uh yeah totally. I’ll head over in a bit.

I grab my things and dash out the door. I find myself speed walking down the hallway as if I were on a schedule, but quickly stop myself so I don’t seem so eager. Slow down. He will be there. It’s not like he’s gonna propose to you. Chill. Get out of your head.

Arriving twenty minutes later, you walk into the beautiful house on the cliff. “Dave?”

“In here,” you hear from his bedroom. You make your way through the messy house. Man, Natalie really isn’t here is she.

“I’m in the closet changing, hang on,” he talk-yells through the door.

“Take your time,” you giggle. Soon he comes out dressed in light wash jeans and a black turtle neck of sorts. “Uh, okay. What’s wrong here?”

He laughs, “Help me. Nat isn’t here to pick out my outfit, and I have a date with that girl from the restaurant.” You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Rolling your eyes you turn and go into his closet. “What was that for?”

“What was what for?” you ask coldly.

“The eye roll,” he says trying to look at your face and meet your eyes as you scroll through all his clothes in his closet.

“Oh, I didn’t even notice. It’s probably just my contacts or something,” you say trying to calm your attitude. It’s because I have feelings for you, idiot. Your floppy hair and brown eyes and how you care so damn much about everyone around you. Of course I have feelings for you.

“Oh, okay...” he trails off. “I... uh didn’t know you wore contacts,” he says plainly, looking for conversation.

“Yeah, I’ve been wearing them for a while. My glasses made my face look huge and uglier than normal,” you giggle with small sincerity. Because I don’t want you to think I’m ugly. I want you to be with me, not run from me.

“I don’t see how that could be possible.” Ouch. That hurt.

“Ha, thanks, David,” you say as all expression drops from your face.

“No! No. I meant, I don’t see how you could be ugly,” he explains.

“Right, well it happens. Why do you think I wear so much makeup.”

“I don’t know, I always wondered why you started after the first night I met you. So why don’t you tell me?”

Here we fucking go. “Because, I like to look pretty. I don’t want to scare anybody off,” you mock.

“I thought you looked beautiful the way you were that first night, if I’m honest.” He’s just sucking up.

“You don’t mean that. Here, try this shirt instead,” you say shoving the shirt into his arms. “I’ll be out here.”

A minute later he comes out. The lighter wash jeans with his black button down makes him look cuter than ever. “So?” he says spinning around.

“Honestly, that with some vans would be casual but still dressy for you because you never wear jeans like that,” you say making him turn.

“Okay, great, thanks,” he says admiring himself in the full length mirror. “Do you think she will like me?”

“Dave, I think she probably already likes you and probably knows who you are. But that’s all you, buddy,” you say a little snippier than intended.

“Hey, really what’s going on here? You really don’t like her?” he asks turning to you, trying to meet your eyes.

“No, David I don’t. And it’s not her fault, it’s all mine,” you almost whisper. “I know me, and I know you. I know you’d never think about things with me the way you do her. I know you’d never look at me the way you did her when you saw her at the restaurant. I’ll never be your type David Dobrik, and I don’t know why I keep hurting myself so much.” Quickly, you grab your things and head out, leaving David standing stunned in his bedroom.

#david dobrik #vlog squad #davids vlogs #the vlog squad #vlog #vlogger #david doughbrik #david dobrik x reader #david x reader #david dobrik angst #david dobrik smut #david dobrik fluff #david dobrik fanfic #david dobrik imagines #paramore #song based

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 5 years

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Kate has been friends with Vanya for an indeterminate amount of time--suffice to say "a long time" a number upwards of twenty years that Kate doesn't like to think about because it makes her blood pressure skyrocket and she honestly doesn’t want to be on medication for that. Not yet. She’s staring down the barrel of thirty and it still feels too young to be on blood pressure medication.

Regardless. Kate knows the death of Sir Reginald Hargreeves is no great fucking loss, but still, he was the only father Vanya had. The minute Kate hears about it, she heads over to Vanya's place, camping out in front of her door until she gets home.

“You heard,” Vanya says. it’s not a question. Everyone’s heard. The modified pager Tony and David whipped up has been beeping incessantly at her, enough that she pulled the battery out. She’ll call Tony later, once she’s sure Vanya’s okay.

“I’m not sure if I should offer congratulations or condolences,” Kate admits.

“Either. Both. I don’t know.” Vanya unlocks her front door. “I know you know where the spare key is. Why didn’t you just let yourself in?”

“Seemed rude. And I didn’t want you to bash me in the head with your violin case. Again.”

“I said I was sorry!” Vanya drops her keys in a dish on a table and beckons Kate inside.

“I wasn’t asking you to apologize, I was just telling you I’ve learned from my mistakes!”

“You know, you could just keep your cello at your place.”

“Yeah, but if I keep it here I feel guilty which means I come over and play. It’s a win-win because it means you and I are forced to socialize and I stay in practice.”

“Ah. I never realized you did that for my own good.” Vanya putters around the kitchen. “It’s too late for coffee. Tea?”

“It’s never too late for coffee,” Kate quips, leaning against the doorframe. “Hey, Vanya?”

Something in Kate’s voice makes Vanya stop and look up. “Yeah, Kate?”

“I’m sorry about your dad.”

“Yeah.” Vanya sighs. “Me, too.”

o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o

Tony hadn't adopted them the way Hargreeves had adopted his kids. Not that this would have been bad, per se, Tony is a pretty good person apart from how much he loves the government and the alcoholism when they were young, but he’s been sober for almost fifteen years and--

Tony and Reginald had never been in the same category of person, not ever.

Tony had given them names, not numbers, and some of them had stayed with families that had adopted them, or the women who gave birth to them. Tony had always been a part of their lives, and they were a family more than they weren’t.

And god, he hates Reginald Hargreeves. He’d tried, in the beginning, to not, tried to set up playdates with the Hargreeves kids and had been moderately successful with it, mostly because Pepper has always been the best at figuring out what makes people tick and then using that.

Reginald had never remembered their names, instead numbering them like he had for his own kids. Kate wonders if the rest of them remember that. She and Eli still call each other Number One and Number Two when they’re irritating each other, usually on missions. Neither Fury nor Tony find it amusing.

It doesn’t matter, now. Just that everything had started falling apart when Five disappeared, and then Ben and Cassie--

She remembers asking Klaus to conjure her, but she still can’t remember if he couldn’t or if he wouldn’t conjure Cassie and then--

Well, then life happened, she guesses.

o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o

Vanya calls Kate when the Hargreeves family settles on a course of action, in case Kate or her siblings want to come.

Which they do, of course. They hate Reginald, on principle, on behalf of their friends. All except Luther, apparently, who was actually fond of Hargreeves and is currently accusing his siblings of murder.

“I’m sorry,” Kate interrupts the bitchfest, even though she doesn’t really want to. “Is there a reason we’re all ignoring Ben?”

Everyone turns to look at her.

“I mean, I guess it’s not a big deal for you guys, clearly you’re all used to it, but some of us still remember going to Ben’s fucking funeral!” She ends on a shout.

“Kate,” Luther says, in That Tone that’s always made her want to have a go at him, just as irritating as it was twenty years ago, “what are you talking about?”

Kate suddenly realized that everyone is staring at her, even her siblings. Not a good kind of stare. Eli looks concerned, which is actually pretty terrifying.

“I’m going crazy,” Kate realizes.

“Now, now hold on a minute,” Klaus, of all people, says. “Where is he?”

Ben--or whatever it is that looks like Ben--rolls his eyes.

“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at me, asshole,” Kate hisses. “I don’t care how good your hair looks.”

“Well, clearly you do,” Ben points out.

Kate looks at the rest of their families. Klaus looks like he’s trying not to laugh, the rest of them look concerned.

“Where is he?” Klaus repeats. “Just point him out to us.”

“Right there,” she points to where Ben is sitting on the table, feet resting on a chair. “He’s, uh. Right there.”

Klaus claps his hands in delight. “You can see dead people!”

“No I can’t.”

“Technically...” Ben trails off.

“Kate, do you have powers?” Eli’s the first to jump there, and while Kate doesn't know what is going on, it’s certainly not that.

“Of course I don’t,” she snaps.

“Seems like powers to me,” Tommy agrees.

“Shut the hell up.”

“It might not be powers,” David cuts in.

America snorts. “How is seeing dead people not powers?”

“It’s not powers! I think I would know if I had powers!”

“Would you?” Vanya interrupts whatever stupid remark Teddy was about to add. “How would you know if you had powers or not?”

“Why would they just now be manifesting? That doesn’t make any sense! I don’t have powers!”

Diego snorts.

“I mean--” Ben starts.

“No! I have good aim because I practice! It’s a skill!”

“Then how can you see Ben?” Klaus asks with a tilt of his head. “He is right there, by the way,” he informs their siblings.

“Powers,” Tommy mutters to Billy.

“It’s not! Powers!” Kate shouts again. “It’s probably because I died!”

Well. That gets everyone’s attention. And silence. Lots of stunned silence.

Vanya leans back against the couch and sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Sorry,” Eli turns to Kate. “What?”

“I. Died. Me seeing Ben probably has more to do with Klaus than it does me.”

“You died?” Tommy asks.

“Yes--”

“Wait, sorry, when?” Billy picks up the line of questioning.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes it fucking matters!” America explodes. “Were you ever going to tell us?”

“No! Because I knew this would happen! You guys would freak out! Make a big deal of it, you know, I’m fine. It didn’t take so why make you worry?”

“David,” Eli rounds on David, who is looking suspicious as fuck, staring at the ceiling and rubbing the back of his neck, muttering to himself. “David. David, what do you know? You’re turtle-ing into your shirt, man, what’s going on?”

Kate gives David a small shake of her head but he looks at her with wide eyes and shakes his head in response.

Kate shakes her head more, don’t you fucking do it, David, before he breaks.

“I was there, okay, she got stabbed, obviously she’s fine--”

“Wait, but I thought--” Vanya interrupts, quietly, but loud enough that Billy catches it.

“Excuse me?” Now Billy is glaring daggers at Kate.

“Okay! So it was more than once!”

“How many times have you died?” Ben leans back on his hands, eyes narrowing.

“Three,” Kate mutters.

“I’m sorry,” Klaus says, loud and showboat-y. “I don’t think the rest of the class heard how many times you’ve died.”

Kate is saved from answering by a commotion in the courtyard and some force picking up all the metal objects in the room and flinging them against the same wall.

“What the hell?”

#the umbrella academy #young avengers #kate bishop #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #ben hargreeves #eli bradley #david alleyne #the millennial mess au #my stuff #hawkeye

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postpunkpontypandyphantomthief · 5 years

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6th Comedy Monologue

“So folks, that whole Brexit rubbish is finally over isn’t it?”

“I know, some of us could see it coming and Teresa May looks like the spitting image

of the stepmother from Cinderella

how come nobody has noticed that yet?

we all have politicians we don’t like don’t we?

at times like this, I have to remind myself Teresa May is a very well liked woman

but then I remember back in the day Margaret Thatcher was also a very well liked woman

don’t you think she and Teresa may are quite similar?

well this is how she’d treat a political problem

*attempts impersonation*

“what’s that? ok men I did you to do this and then this and then this and this”

whereas Teresa may would handle the situation like…

*attempts impersonation*

what’s this? oh leave it for a few months

but the main thing is they both hate poor people so who cares what they think

I actually sort of understand why people like Jeremy Corbyn but I had written that previous gag back in late June of last year, speaking of outdated gags

Pirates were the communists and socialists of the 17th century

they wanted money, disagreed with colonialism and didn’t care what the government thought of them

like with communists they were accepting and inclusive but they wanted gold

the pirates accepted many on their ship they allowed homosexuality, they allowed women in strong roles there were great times had on the high seas

even with the loot, they got they’d share it evenly what other power was involved with being inclusive with most things except money Oh Yeah! the communists

Yes, Yes we’ll handle it we’ll accept you but give us all your money

communism is a good concept but in the end, people get greedy for the money

like with pirates

we’ll accept you matey but give us some gold

however they didn’t agree about the government, they had their own independent pirate crews and disagreed with colonialism and capitalism

kind of like some of us, I think

we criticize politics, we like to party and we accept most people except colonialists …and capitalists...

Oh well, at least there’s been good music with Marina and the diamonds, Ariana Grande and the 1975

We, humans, love music

which makes me think about bands related to Homosapians

in the 60s we had the Monkees good band good name

and now we have Arctic Monkeys, Gorillaz, Rang a Tang and Apes

what about the lesser known homosapian types

Chimpanzees and Baboons

if music existed in Planet of the Apes

the Kate Bush hit Babooshka would be about a

monkey looking for love after getting his heart broken seeing his wife cheat on him with an older mandrill

only to fall in love again with who he’d call his baboonska

Animals are interesting creatures whether they are made of glass, made of 1960s haircuts or made of the first songs of a math rock band

Another good thing about music and animals is that Roger Taylor is going to help us save the bees

Thinking bee! Thinking queen! thinking bee! Thinking queen!

Speaking of which there’s been a whole glam rock/synthpop revival going on

And I love that

although as a kid I watched media from all sorts of different decades

While they watched Jersey Shore and Love Island I was watching Disney and CBBC sitcoms mixed with Japanese cartoons and shows from years before like Jem and the holograms, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and the original my little pony series.

I would also watch funnybones, the original noody series from a VHS I “borrowed” from my neighbours, as well as the Muppet show and some classic cinema.

I think it’s amazing that this revival is happening it’s like the 60s,70s,80s,90s and early 2000s are all going on at the same time.

Revolutionary anarchic protests, Androgynous rockers, Neon colours, post-punk indie shows, peculiar fashion trends and reality shows as well as the cybernetic future beyond

But I’m also cold and angry about how this is happening because on the other hand, there are things carried over from previous decades that shouldn’t still be around...fascists in positions of power, nonces in the entertainment industry, Threat of a nuclear war, low economy, Jamie Oliver, Piers Morgan, Death, Pollution,Misogyny,Misandry,Sexism,Racism and White Supremacy

I could list more, but I can’t think at the moment I’m focusing on my work while morons on Twitter and Tumblr are yabbering on about vegan sausage rolls.

I’ve never tried Greggs before but I’m sure the vegans and vegetarians are happy that a mainstream chain like Greggs has made a product catered specifically for them, whereas before if you asked for a “vegan option” at a restaurant the waiter would scratch their neck.

However not all restaurants are like this,having to work overtime dealing with angry parents,screaming children and the odd nazi at Mcdonalds is not an easy task,yet so many waiters and workers across the world are able to somehow keep those businesses afloat,you guys, girls and comrades don’t get enough credit,you should be paid more,no wonder so many mainstream restaurants are having strikes or running out of food and people are either going to more independently funded places or ordering online to get their daily dose of fast fried convenience.

and while I would be interested in trying a vegetarian diet,It would be hard for me to give up eating chicken that quickly but I don’t really eat meat that often,and before you say anything as long as cannibals don’t use their choice of food in a dangerous way they’re ok with me, it’s no different to when our prehistoric ancestors had to hunt to find food in order to survive,some people still have to do that,it’s sad...it really is,while Christianity isn’t something I believe in anymore, it did say in the bible that Jesus shared his bread and food with his people,and I think some of us should start doing that,and if you already do whether it’s a snack you have or leaving out leftover food from your side takeaway business, that’s brilliant your making more people happy and your allowing more people to enjoy food and to have access to that basic human necessity that we all should be able to have to access to.

Sharing is another primary school lesson it feels like half of humanity has forgotten about outside of basic decency and kindness, but I’m probably not the one to talk about that since I was called “Rude” for most of my life.

there’s a big difference between telling someone they’re a plonker and making someone more aware of how they can improve themselves as a person.

Most of us all have flaws, most of us have had toxic moments,

we’ve all at times had moments where we’ve said something wrong that we didn’t mean,

or times where our cowardliness has accidentally caused misunderstandings and drama

or times where we didn’t intend to sound hurtful but that’s how it came across, or times where we’ve blindly followed toxic people, imitating their actions without meaning to or just generally times where we’ve been ignorant little eijjits.

Even people some would say were flawless had flaws or problematic aspects about them

David Bowie wasn’t too nice to his wife Angie in later years, Graham Lineman and Robert Webb are transphobic, Rowan Atkinson supports Boris Johnson’s “so-called” jokes and Ricky Gervais doesn’t like hearing people with different opinions than him.

Overthinking however can exaggerate this, overthinking can take that one time you were a bit rude as a child and that problematic “fandom” phase you had as a preteen and make you feel like your worst person in the world.

Your not, but most of us have had moments,there’s also the “not like other girls/boys phase” sometimes it’s just a light-hearted comparison drawing or blog post taken out of context other times it’s the grown-up equivalent of saying “I like this thing over your other thing that means I’m better than you”

Considering my at times cold thoughts it’s weird that I’m the person of all people telling you this

It’s perfectly ok to be prideful and narcissistic just don’t be so arrogant that you forget about your morals and the people that you're close to, but if at times because of mental health you question your levels of empathy, sympathy and compassion that’s ok too, your voices deserve to be heard, and there is help available you can find it through helplines, organizations or even your own comrades.

Outside of all the twits in this horrid fishbowl of a world, there are also millions of very kind nice people, I don’t know where I’d be now without my comrades

The offline pals who are like my sunshine because they brighten up my day,the old secondary school friends that made me feel less alone,the online people who I can vent to, converse with and joke with,the bloggers from years ago that I still sometimes keep in touch with and the creators who through their work in Media, Theatre and the Arts were able to encourage me to keep going, keep working, keep creating.

I think your all lovely and beautiful and creative human beings, no matter what identity you are, what music genre you listen to or what topping you prefer on your pizza

I will most likely adore you and if I haven’t it’s probably because I haven’t met you yet

You are one biscuit of cells, on this fishbowl planet, your mind is a land of wonder and your body is the garden surrounding it, take care of yourself like how you take care of your garden, your pets or the fictional characters you write about.

Your future might not be the future you expect, but it’s one you’ll enjoy.

if you are doing something you love which harms nobody, be as happy and passionate about it as you like

you are a person who deserves the world

Don’t push yourself too hard, if you know you’re doing a good job keep at it, don’t stress yourself too hard, but remember not to procrastinate, your mental health is important, some people might not understand all of the issues you’re going through, but you can make it out alive.

You're, not a number or statistic you're a person, your a beautiful, Kind, incredible, wise person

spread some love and don’t forget what the late Freddie Mercury said,

Keep yourself Alive!

#comedy monologue #original monologue #joke

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wellhellotragic · 6 years

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36 Questions

Summary: They say all it takes is 36 questions. 36 questions between you and a complete stranger and suddenly you’ll both fall madly in love with each other. 36 agonizingly personal questions that force you to reveal your deepest darkest secrets. Well, that, and 4 minutes of staring into the most devastatingly blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

Rating: Um, mature I guess?

A/N: This was written as a pick-me up for @artistic-writer who had a really awful shitty week. As I’m a procrastinator extraordinaire, it’s now also a very slightly b-day prezzie! I think I missed it by about 2 hours, but technically it’s still today where I am lol. Happy birthday Salem!!!

Thank you @best-left-hook-jones for making this better and for the prompt idea, even if it did come at the dignity of your grad tech!

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36 Questions

There were many things in life that people could describe Emma Swan as: orphan, foster kid, reformed thief, closed-off, even prickly. But the one thing Emma definitely wasn’t was a coward. She hadn’t back down from Chris Palmer when he’d tried to steal her camera in the ninth grade, and she wouldn’t back down from this either.

“You can always call chicken and take the extra shot.”

Ruby had already been three sheets to the wind when Emma arrived to the White Rabbit after work. Taking a job in the library in the evenings to help pay for bills, also helped give Emma a chance to catch up on her school work during the quiet moments, but it really ate into her social life. Not that she had much of one, but she had a few friends.

The White Rabbit wasn’t anything spectacular by any means. It was an average college dive bar, and a place where people could go to get lost, or really really drunk in most cases. The floor was covered in drink slush and the wallpaper was worn and ripped in places. It smelled stale, and there was always some idiot that would try to hit on her or Ruby.

Luckily, tonight Mary Margaret and David had agreed to tag along. Mary Margaret was already attempting to force water down Ruby’s throat, and David was in protection mode, giving death glares to every man that so much as looked at them.

Having skipped lunch, it only took two drinks for Emma to reach the point of pleasantly buzzed. By that time, Ruby had sobered up enough to function without the use of Mary Margaret to keep her upright. Pleasant conversation had drifted into more mature topics, and then, out of nowhere, the dare had been set.

It had been a long standing tradition in the group. At any point in time, any of them could dare one of the others to do something. They only got one dare per month though, so it wasn’t something to be wasted on a frivolous act. As soon as the words “I dare you” fell from Ruby’s lips, Emma knew she was screwed.

Sure, there was always the chicken option. It meant walking around flapping your arms like a chicken as you clucked for 30 seconds straight. It was a fail safe Belle had built in before she’d left for her foreign exchange program. Either way, humiliation was sure to follow.

“I dare you,” the slurred words paused as her eyes scanned the room, “to kiss that guy over there.”

Emma rolled her eyes, knowing Ruby had probably picked out some chubby co-ed or a frat boy with the IQ of a turtle.

“Wait, which one?” Admittedly, Ruby’s finger wasn’t exactly steady.

“That one. The guy in the black leather jacket.”

Emma’s eyes searched through the crowd of people and, like fate, it was as if the heavens had looked down and parted the masses at that exact moment. There he was; sex and leather. Emma had to force herself to breath. Even without catching his gaze, she could tell he had the most hypnotically blue eyes she’d ever seen before, and his hair was artfully tousled, like he’d just finished fucking someone in the bathroom. She could practically feel his lips on hers already, the burn from his scruff on her cheeks, her neck, her thighs.

It was too good to be true. None of them, Ruby included, ever put forth a dare that didn’t result in total humiliation. Emma watched for a moment, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Are you in or out?”

The goading was the last push she needed. Throwing back the last of her drink, she stood up, throwing her friend a wink before marching towards tall, dark, and gorgeous. But just as she made it to the end of the bar, the other shoe dropped in the form of a blonde bombshell.

Tinkerbelle Greene. Emma’s only real interaction with Tink was from a photography course she’d taken her sophomore year to avoid the foreign language requirement. The short blonde had been a few years older, and had zero inhibitions. For their end of year projects, each student had to submit three self portraits, something that revealed their true selves. Tink’s had all been nude, something every guy in the course responded to. And now she was sitting next him, vying for the same man she was.

Well crap. It was one thing to accept the dare when he was just some random single guy at the bar. She’d never consider the idea that he might already have a girlfriend, or even worse, a wife. Pausing to take stock of the situation, she let her eyes drift to his left hand in search of a wedding ring. Instead, she only found a black glove.

Emma turned back to Ruby, seriously reconsidering, but when Ruby tucked her arms in and started flapping her makeshift wings, Emma’s resolve returned. Stalking up to a bit like a mad woman, she barely managed to acknowledge the absolute rage radiating from Tink as she gripped the lapels of his coat and wrenched him forward.

His lips were softer than she had imagined they would be, and there was a faint trace of rum lingering, until his lips parted at the swipe of her tongue and she nearly drowned in the flavor. She could feel him everywhere, his tongue exploring her mouth, the way one of his hands found purchase on her waist, only after having grazed her ass. The other hand softly tugged on her hair, forcing her head backwards. He stepped closer so that their was no space lingering between their bodies, and had it not been for the catcalls next to them, Emma might have allowed herself to become lost in him.

“Way to go, Emma!”

Hearing her name from a slightly drunk Mary Margaret was all it took to remind her of where she was, and what she was doing. Pulling back, she felt her cheeks redden at the embarrassment of the entertainment they’d just provided the entire bar. Somewhere behind her she heard a huff she was vaguely certain came from Tink, before the sound of high heels retreating started fading away.

“That was-”

Oh God, and he had an accent.

“A one time thing.”

Without any further explanation, Emma pushed lightly against his chest, just enough to disingange herself from his arms, before spinning on her heel and walking back to the table her friends were still sat at.

She didn’t sit back down though. Something felt off. Emma was suddenly dizzy, like her entire world had be spun and turned upside down. She just needed to get home and sleep it off. To pretend like the guy in the black leather jacket didn’t exist, and to somehow forget that a random stranger has just given her the most passionate kiss of her life.

“Ok guys, it’s been real, but I’m out.”

“Really, you do that,” David started as he waved his finger around, “and then just leave like it was nothing?”

“Pretty much.” Emma shrugged, hoping to play off the way her entire body had turned into a puddle at the thought of doing that again. “Besides, I promised Professor Mills that I’d look after her son for a couple of hours in the morning, before Ruby’s thing.”

The ‘thing’ in question was still a mystery to Emma, but when she’d heard that it paid $100 for less than 2 hours of her time, she was in. Plus it helped her friend out with her senior psychology project. A win-win for Emma.

Or it would have been if Emma hadn’t spent the next two hours laying in her bed, unable to sleep with ocean blue eyes running through her mind. Just before she’d left the bar, she’d turned to give her friends a final wave, but instead he’d caught her eye. He’d been watching her, his fingertips resting against his lips, a question in his eyes she couldn’t answer.

In a fit of desperation, Emma took matters into her own hands, quite literally. She could still feel the press of is growing erection against her, and as the vibrations from her toy worked at her core, it was the image of of him above her, pummeling, whispering naughty things in her ear in his lilting accent that finally pushed her over the edge.

Sleep came easily after that.

Looking after Henry was more exhausting than Emma had expected it to be. Granted, with images of blue eyes haunting her dreams, Emma hadn’t slept nearly enough to compete with the energy level of a two year old, but Henry was extra excitable. As it turned out, Henry had found Regina’s secret stash of monthly chocolate and had devoured an entire box of Happy Hippos right before Emma had arrived, and had been running off of pure sugar right up until he crashed five minutes before Regina got home.

Emma didn’t miss the condescending way Regina wished her a good day as she took in the mess in the living room. The day was off to a bang up start and she still had to go be a guinea pig for Ruby.

The psychology building was housed behind the administrative building. Getting in and navigating the maze was easy enough, having spend plenty of afternoons searching for Ruby to grab her share of the grocery money. The lab that Ruby used was on the 3rd floor of the building, with a small window the overlooked the quad behind it. Ruby had explained that they only used the room for certain experiments as many participants often got distracted by everyone milling around outside, and that would ruin the results. For her experiment though, she wanted something with a slightly less clinical feeling.

In the room was a couch with some blankets and a coffee table with unlit candles. All of the other furniture had been removed, and Emma immediately felt her walls begin to rise.

“So,” Emma let the word linger a bit. “What exactly is it that I’m doing here? Because it looks like whatever you have planned is bordering on unethical, or you know, illegal?”

“Em, it’s not like that. Geeze, get your head of if the gutt- What is that on your shirt?”

Emma looked down to see brown stains near the hemline of her cream sweater.

“Uh, I think it’s chocolate. Or at least I’m praying that it’s chocolate. Henry was covered in the stuff when I got to the professor’s house.”

“Well you need to change because it looks like someone shat on you. Not exactly conducive to the study.”

“And what exactly is your study? You’ve been pretty mum about the whole thing.”

“Change first!”

Emma looked around, in a sarcastic response. She hadn’t brought any spare clothes with her and unless Ruby had something stashed away, there wasn’t another option. Unfortunately, Emma had failed to consider the Ruby Lucas had zero inhibitions and gave no fucks about her body. Quickly stripping herself of her scarlet colored knit top, the dangled the garment on her finger, daring Emma to protest.

She didn’t. One thing Emma had learned over the two years that they had lived together was how to pick her battles, and judging by Ruby’s wolfish grin, she knew a war was coming. With a huff, Emma grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it off of her body, throwing it at Ruby. Taking the offered top, Emma struggled to figure out how to put it on so that she wouldn’t get tangled in the twisted straps in the back.

“Killian Jones reporting for duty as orde-”

Emma squealed and immediately spun around trying to hide herself from the door, keeping the top pressed again her chest, her chest that was nearly matching in color.

“Oh, I- Uh- I’ll just wait out in the hall.”

Emma was certain the noise she heard was him bumping into the doorway as his footstep hurriedly left the room. She was mortified. Scrabbling, she finally managed to get Ruby’s top on just in time for Ruby to call him back into the room.

And there he was. The man from the night before, in the bar. She man she’d fantasized about, standing 3 feet in front of her. She wasn’t sure how much of an eyeful she’d given him, but judging by the shade of his ears and the way he was nervously scratching behind one of them, he’d seen plenty.

Well fuck.

Neither of them spoke, and Emma couldn’t help but notice the vivid blue of his eyes had been replaced, only the barest hint of sapphire remaining.

“Killian, this is Emma Swan, my roommate.”

Killian stepped forward, hesitantly stretching his hand out to her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, lass.”

His hand was rough wrapped around hers, obviously used to manual labor.

“And Emma, this is Killian. He’s in my women’s study class and volunteered to help me out.”

Emma almost thought she was going to get away from more embarrassment, but Ruby wasn’t finished yet. “Or you may remember him from last night. He’s the one whose throat you had your tongue down.”

Emma let out a sound resembling a strangled cat, and Killian didn’t seem to have been faring much better and he coughed in surprise.

“So, if you’ll both take a seat on the couch, we can get started.”

“Started with what, exactly, lass? You were a bit hazy on the details before.”

Well at least Emma wasn’t the only one lost right now.

“Sit.”

Ruby was firm this time and both Emma and Killian elected to sit as far apart from each other as possible, which wasn’t as far away as Emma might have hoped. What was once a spacious couch now felt like a loveseat and she could feel his body heat radiating off of him. The scent of leather and sandalwood danced through the air around her. Even now, in the light of day he was still intoxicating, perhaps even more so now that she could properly see him.

Which is why Emma chose to sit facing straight out instead of turning towards him.

Ruby stood in front of them both, holding what looked like a full package of index cards. The top half were pink while the bottom half blue.

“I don’t want to bore you with the details on what we’re measuring here, but the instructions are fairly straight forward. In my hand, I have a set of questions. You ask each other the questions written on the cards and you must answer honestly. There is no skipping questions.”

Ruby finished with a pointed glare at Emma. Splitting the cards in half, she handed them to both Emma and Killian and started walking to the door.

“I’ll be in the next room and I can see and hear you, but please act as normal as possible.”

With that, she was gone, and Emma found herself stumbling over her words as she tried to read the first questions out loud.

“One. ‘Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?’ You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She heard him little chuckle, but continued to avoid meeting his gaze.

“What’s wrong, love? Not a fan of dinner parties?”

The lilt was just a strong as she remembered it, as Emma found herself unconsciously leaning towards him as he spoke, the lust filled fantasies of him jumped back into her brain.

“Love?”

God. How long had she been day dreaming?

“Not your love. And these questions are stupid.”

“Emma Swan!” Ruby’s voice rang through an intercom somewhere in the room. “The instructions said to answer the questions. The did not say to argue their purpose.”

Felling a mix between annoyed and properly chastised, Emma felt her walls climbing.

“How about I start then, Swan? I’d have to go with my brother.”

“Seriously? You can eat with anyone in the world, even supermodels, and you go with your brother? A man you’ve probably seen everyday of your life?”

She chanced a look at him and saw a storm brewing behind his eyes as he clenched his jaw.

“Aye, your right. I did see him nearly everyday of my life,” he paused for a second, “right up until he died four years ago. I’d give anything to share one last meal with him.”

Fuck.

Not knowing how to respond, Emma decided to press on. She didn’t normally ‘do’ people, and definitely didn’t ‘do’ feelings. Especially not with greek god level strangers that she once managed to jump in a bar, only to make a complete ass of herself twice later on.

“Arthur Koehler.”

“Excuse me?”

“Arthur Koehler. He was one of the pioneers in criminal forensics and actually responsible for catching the guy that kidnapped and killed the Lindbergh baby. He solved the whole case just using a sample of wood, tracking down where the wood had been harvested, milled, and sold even.”

She looked over to see Killian giving her the most quizzical of looks.

“Criminal justice major,” she said, hoping somehow that would explain her fascination with murder.

Killian nodded along before reading out his own card.

“Number two: ‘Would you like to be famous? In what way’?”

The second question was easier, both answering that they’d each be content avoiding the limelight.

The third question had Emma nearly giddy as Killian responded.

Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

He hadn’t actually answered - not with words, anyways - but when his cheeks filled with a beautiful shade of rose, Emma knew immediately that the answer was ‘yes’.

“Oh my god. You totally do that don’t you!”

The questions became easier as they went on. There was an odd sense of comradery in having to spill your guts with a complete stranger, even if looking at him made Emma’s stomach do somersaults. It wasn’t until twenty minutes later that the questions started getting more personal, making Emma uncomfortable. If it weren’t for her loyalty to Ruby, she’d have gotten up and left.

“If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?”

Emma didn’t hesitate. “Body.”

She watched as Killian’s head tilted to the side, obviously surprised by her answer.

“I’m not vain or superficial or anything. It’s just, sometimes it might not feel like the worst thing to forget parts of your life.”

Parts like the ex who tried to frame her for theft, or the guy who cheated on her. Parts like the parents who dumped her on the side of the road. Parts like being bounced around from one hellish foster home to the next.

Killian didn’t seem to need her to explain though. Somehow, he just got it, like he could read her. She was an open book to him. His hand moved to rest over hers, and had Ruby not come in at that precise moment, she probably would have found herself in his lap. She’d allowed herself to get so wrapped up that she forgot where she was, or that she didn’t know him.

She jerked her hand back as Ruby informed them they’d have a five minute break. She took the time to wash her face off in the bathroom and recompose herself.

It wasn’t enough. Immediately after the break, the questions got even harder.

If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?

How do you feel about your relationship with your mother.

Emma could sense Killian’s hesitation each time he had to ask her a question, especially after she was forced to tell him about her past in excruciating detail. Each new detail she had to give him felt like a knife to the heart. For his part, he hadn’t had the picture perfect life either. His mother had died of cancer when he was seven, then his father took off in the middle of the night when he was twelve. But through it all, he’d had his brother. Emma hadn’t had anyone.

Ruby gave them another break after the second set of questions, and this time Emma chose not to leave the room. There was something calming about Killian’s presence, and although she’d never see him again after the experiment was over, the irony of it not lost on her, she wasn’t ready to give him up just yet.

So for the five minute break, they sat together side by side, thighs brushed up against each other. On more than one occasion his hand had found its way to her leg in an attempt to soothe her. Emma found herself surprised each time he did it, as she never felt the sense to brush him off like she had so many guys before him. Affection wasn’t something she found comforting in a man usually.

Ruby warned them that the final set of questions would push them even more. They’d have to look even deeper into themselves and reveal stuff they’d both kept hidden deep down.

If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven’t you told them yet?

Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire. After saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?

Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?

Emma had never felt so alone in her life. Before, she’d always told herself that if she didn’t let people in, she couldn’t be hurt by them, but as the questions continued, she realized that one day she would die, bitter and alone, and she’d only have herself to blame. It was a hard realization.

She hadn’t even noticed the way she’d drifted into Killian, resting her head on his chest as his arms wrapped around her. At least not until Ruby came in again and gave them the final instructions.

Four minutes. They’d have to stare into each other’s eyes for four minutes. No talking. No moving. No looking away. Just four minutes of getting lost in his eyes as she thought back over everything she had told him, and all of the things he shared as well.

He was studying marine engineering so he could build boats after graduation. He had his heart broken by a woman who didn’t tell him she was married until he’d proposed to her. He’d fled England to escape the memories of Milah and Liam. He was kind and loyal. He’d even sang to her in his angelic voice.

And as she stared into his eyes, all she could think about was what it would be like to give him a chance. To wonder if he was worth lowering her walls for. To wonder what could have happened between them if she wasn’t so damn broken inside.

“And that’s it. You guys are done.”

She wasn’t sure what to say or do, so out of instinct the wall rose once more, and Emma left, running away before anyone could stop her. She hadn’t meant to let anyone in, and she was terrified of the fact that she wanted him for something more than just one night. She wanted forever.

When Ruby returned to their apartment, it was hours later. Emma was slightly furious with her for roping her into something she knew was going to be so emotionally draining. They argued for what felt like ages. Emma had kept everything bottled up so tightly for years, that she didn’t know how to close the dam again now that it had been opened. They were barely even on speaking terms when they parted ways to go to bed that night, and when Emma woke again it was late in the morning to an empty apartment.

She had cried herself to sleep and the exhaustion of it all had lingered. Rolling out of bed, she started for the kitchen, but stopped short when she saw an envelope that had been slipped under her door. She didn’t recognize the looped handwriting, but there had only even been one person who called her Swan.

Dear Emma,

Please don’t be too cross with Ruby. This is actually my fault, you see. I’ve noticed you on more than one occasion with the lady Lucas, and having fancied you, I asked her to introduce us. She warned me that your heart would not easily be won, and I fear I may have pushed her too hard as a result. I hadn’t realized the purpose of Ruby’s study until we were half way through it and it was too late to back out. I never meant for any harm to come to you. Please accept my sincerest apologies.

Killian Jones.

It took Emma three days to muster up the courage to find him. Over those three days, thoughts of him had invaded every part of her being. She could still smell him on the top Ruby had loaned her. She could still feel his scruff against her cheek. And worst of all, she could see the way his eyes nearly pooled as she told him about her pathetic past.

It took some searching and some internet stalking, but she had figured out his favorite place was a small little harbor on the outside of town. He’d checked-in to a tiny seaside restaurant about a dozen times the previous month, and posted multiple pictures from the dock outside.

He was sitting alone on a bench overlooking the water. The sun was beginning to set, casting the sky in colors of pink and orange. It was a moment her mind wanted to capture for some reason.

“Mind if I sit?”

If she’d startled him, he gave no indication. He only gesture to the open spot next to him. They sat together, silently taking in the sunset until only the barest hint of a golden halo crested the sky above the water.

“So what was the purpose of the experiment?”

It wasn’t a perfect opening line, but it was safer than blurting out how much she missed him when she hardly even knew him.

“To fall in love.”

There was a pause that seemed to stretch to the end of time.

“It’s this thing I read about in a newspaper. Someone created this list of questions that are so deep and meaningful, that when two strangers answer them to each other, they’re supposed to form a bond. Some people argue that it only causes you to feel affection for the other person, but other believe that you’ll fall in love.”

There was another pause as the last hint of light dipped below the water.

“And did you?”

She felt him stiffen next to her.

“No.” She felt her heart beginning to crack. “No, I promise, I didn’t know that’s what Ruby’s experiment was about until it was too late-”

She cut him off, grabbing his hand in a moment of courage.

“I meant, did you fall in love?”

His tongue came out to wet his bottom lip as he stared out at the water before them.

“I felt affection for you the moment I first saw you. You were amused at something Ruby had said and your laugh was like music to my ears. But I think-” He turned to look her in the eyes. “I think I fell in love you the moment you kissed me. I felt something that I’ll never be able to explain, but I knew, Emma, that I only ever wanted to kiss you from then on out.”

She couldn’t say anything back. She couldn’t tell him that she’d fallen for him over the course of thirty six questions and four minutes. Her walls were still too high, but for the first time ever, she felt ready to start pulling them down, brick by brick. So when she kissed him again, it was to show him all of the things she couldn’t say just yet. It was to show him that she loved him too.

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Something There Part 6

Okay it’s finally here. I’m pretty nervous about this chapter so I hope you all like it. =D

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 8406

Warnings: *whispers* I’m sorry...

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Classes with Alexander for the past week had been tense to say the least. It hadn’t taken long before John and Hercules had began to notice the tension hanging between the two of you at any given moment. Angelica had been beside herself with excitement when you had told her Thomas had invited you to be his date to the gala. You were on your way to go shopping for dresses today; her treat. It had taken three days of convincing before you finally relented and agreed to let her buy you a dress. You had tried to argue that it wasn’t necessary and had asked to just borrow one of her old dresses, much to her horror.

Your conversations with Thomas had been short as well. You had barely seen him in the past week, he had gone home to Virginia to settle the details of his family’s donation for the gala and that suited you just fine. After your accidental confession to Alexander in the park, you were hesitant and nervous to talk to Thomas. If there was one thing you were going to make sure didn’t happen, it was accidentally letting Thomas know about your feelings. A task which was incredibly difficult when he called you and told you how much he missed you. His voice had been soft and held none of the arrogance it usually carried. It had dawned upon you that this was a voice that seemed to be solely reserved for you. Just the way he said hello made your heart race.

Your outburst had been as much of a surprise to you as it was to Alexander. Not only had you admitted that you were in love with Thomas, which was something that seemed so obvious to you now, but the things Alex had said he heard from Aaron Burr also were lurking in the back of your mind. You distracted yourself and pushed down your nagging fears by focusing on the task at hand, finding a dress for the gala. You looked out the window of the cab as it traveled downtown inching it’s way through the traffic. You had thought classes had been tense, until lunch yesterday. Glaring you tapped your fingers along the worn seats with anger bubbling under you skin as you thought about what Alexander had done.

You pushed pasta around your plate as Alex sat across from you scribbling notes. His face had been turned into a permanent scowl since last weekend. John and Hercules sat next to Alexander and seemed uneasy when you turned your eyes back to your food. Their eyes traveled between Alexander and yourself unsure of what had caused such a drastic change.

“Hey guess what? I got a new tank for my turtle. I just finished setting it up last night,” John said cheerfully.

“That’s nice John,” you said quietly without looking up.

Alexander grunted in response and kept writing. John’s smile faltered and his shoulders slumped a bit.

“All right what the fuck is going on? You two have been at each other’s throats all week. You will barely even look at each other,” Hercules snapped causing you to jump.

“It’s nothing… just a misunderstanding,” you mutter.

“Oh yeah it’s totally nothing! Oh please. Why don’t you tell our friends what’s going on (Y/N)? Don’t they deserve to know?” Alexander was seething.

“What’s Alex talking about?”

You slowly looked at John and he was staring expectantly. Hercules looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You opened your mouth to answer, but the right words just didn’t seem to form. How do I tell them?

“Are you okay (Y/N)? Did something happen at your job? You know you can tell us if something is wrong,” John reassured.

“You know we always have you back,” Herc agreed.

Oh I don’t think you’ll have my back on this one guys.

“Yes (Y/N) why don’t you tell them about your "job”, Alex sneered making quote marks with his finders, “Or lack thereof?”

“Oh fuck you Alexander! It’s true, there is no god damn internship, okay! Are you happy now asshole?!”

Hercules and John sat wide eyed after your outburst. You fist were clenched and you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. Alexander’s smug look made your blood boil, he was extremely pleased with himself and you knew it. Now all you had to do is graze over what you had actually been doing and hope Alexander would keep his mouth shut.

“Um wow… so if you haven’t been working then what have you been doing? I mean we had our suspicions so I’m not that surprised,” Herc commented.

“I’ve been…” you stopped mid sentence. Shit what am I going to say?

You steeled yourself and tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, “I’ve been hanging out with someone.”

“Called it! I told you Herc,” John laughed.

“Why did you lie to us about this?”

“I don’t know…” you lied.

Alexander’s expectant stare twisted into rage when he heard your response.

“She’s lying because she is trying to cover the fact that she has been plowing Jefferson!”

The color drained from your face and you sucked in a strangled breath at Alexander’s accusation. Hercules was immediately tense and turned a stern glance at you, while John just sat in stunned silence. The irritation you had felt was now a burning rage.

“I am not fucking Jefferson,” you angrily shout.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Alexander snarled back.

“We’ve just been hanging out! It’s nothing like that. I mean he kissed me, but it was one time…”

A look of disgust marred Alexander’s face at your admission.

“… He invited me to come with him to the Gala as his date. He isn’t as bad as you think, I swear,” you say desperately.

“Whoa…” John whispered, “How long has this been going on?”

“Ever since Angie brought up the internship. She made it up that day to cover up the fact that I was going to Thomas’s house for the first time,” you confess.

“That was over three months ago,” Herc snapped.

“I know, I know. Look I’m sorry okay?! I just knew you guys would freak out. Honestly I didn’t mean for this to happen. Laf said that he wasn’t a bad guy and that I should give him a chance. I decided it would be fun to try to prove Laf wrong and it didn’t go the way I planned,” you said with a huff.

“That’s right guys! You heard her! Not only has she been lying to us, but Angie and Laf have known about this the whole time and have been covering,” Alex pointed out.

You blocked out the angry yelling between Hercules and Alexander as tears began to sting your eyes. You vaguely heard Alexander telling Hercules about what he had heard Burr say and Hercules angrily questioning about what you were thinking. John was strangely silent. You looked up from your lap and looked at John through your tears and he looked at you with sympathy. You stood up quickly and ran leaving the three men staring in the direction you had gone.

You rushed past other students without a care. You couldn’t believe Alexander went as far as accusing you of sleeping with Thomas. You felt incredibly betrayed, he had the right to be upset that you had lied, but he had taken it too far. As you rounded the corner to head down toward the music building you ran head on into someone.

“Oh I’m so sorry… I wasn’t watching where I was going,” you stuttered between sobs.

As you moved around the other student you were stopped by a hand catching your arm.

“Why are you crying darlin’?”

Dress shopping was something you had mixed feelings about. An event like this was something you were completely unfamiliar with and had confided your insecurities with the Schuyler sisters. Angelica and Eliza promised you that they wouldn’t let you make a fool out of yourself and that you would look beautiful. Angelica had insisted upon taking you to her favorite dress and raved about how the shop had never let her down. Your phone dinged with a text and you glanced down at the screen. Alexander. He had tried to text you multiple times since yesterday afternoon but you had ignored them all. Ignoring him and letting him squirm was petty but you didn’t care.

“Fucking asshole,” you muttered as the cab finally reached it’s destination and you got out.

You slowly walked up to the boutique’s door examining the swanky exterior. Pausing with your hand a few inches from the handle you took a deep breath.

“You can do this, it’s just a dress store. Nothing crazy,” you reasoned to yourself.

Pushing the door open and walking in you gasped and you craned your neck to look around the store. It was beautiful. There was dark hardwood floors and the walls were a soft cream color. Slowly you wandered into the showroom and saw all the dresses hanging along the walls. The dresses of all styles and lengths appeared to be arranged by color. The lighting was perfect and every rhinestone and sequin seemed to sparkle as you moved around the room. You ran your hands gingerly along the silk of one of the dresses hanging closest to you.

“Holy shit… okay maybe a little crazy,” you whispered, “this sure as fuck isn’t David’s Bridal.”

As you looked over the display of beautiful dresses you noticed a pedestal with three large mirrors in front of it for showing off the dress you were wearing. There were white couches for family and friends who came with anyone shopping. Oddly enough the entire boutique seemed empty, no one was here shopping. You hadn’t need Angelica or Eliza who said they would arrive early and the staff seemed absent as well. Anxiety was already starting to trickle through your body. A display of glittering necklaces caught your attention as you battled with your nervousness.

“Where is everyone? They told me they were going to be here early… and where is the sales person? Are they called that?” You were muttering to yourself staring at the different pieces of jewelry,“ Consultant? Stylist? This is crazy, I have no idea what I’m doing…”

“HEY (Y/N)! There you are!”

“JESUS FUCK!!” You shout as your jump away from the necklaces and whip around to see Angelica standing there with her arms crossed and a raised eyebrow.

A woman who looked to be in her late 30s came flying out of the back room when she heard your shout and looked concerned. Angelica put her hand on her shoulder and whispered something in her ear and they both giggled. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment because of your outburst. Angelica walked up and gave you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry girl, I didn’t mean to scare you. Come on,” she said grabbing your hand and leading you towards another room of the store, “This is Bianca.”

“Um, hello?” You felt slightly awkward as you gave a little wave.

“Hi there, welcome! They waiting in the fitting room,” she said cheerfully pointing towards the other room. They? Shouldn’t it just be Eliza?

“I hope you don’t mind (Y/N), but I picked some dresses for you,” Angie commented.

“Oh um… okay? Hey Angelica, why isn’t there anyone else here shopping?”

“I called ahead and arranged a private consultation. I figured it would help, since you said you were feeling nervous about the gala. I thought if there was a bunch of people here it would make you feel more uncomfortable.” It’s the thought that counts I guess.

As you walked around the corner you saw a row of large fitting rooms. They each had a large mirror that took up the whole wall and a stylish bronze colored throw rugs in the middle of the floor. A small chandelier hung delicately in each as well. There was a silk robe hanging on a hook in each of the two open fitting rooms. The third seemed to be occupied with the heavy fabric curtain being closed. Seeing the selections of dresses hanging in the open dressing rooms made your pulse quicken and you felt a slight nervous lump form in your throat.

“Eliza has a head start on us,” Angelica laughed.

The curtain flew open and large familiar frame came out of the fitting room and you sucked in a breath. Eliza sauntered out of the fitting room in a flowing yellow dress and did a little turn.

“I don’t know Herc… I don’t think yellow is my color,” Eliza reasoned, “What do you think Eliza? (Y/N)?”

“It’s not my favorite,” Angelica agreed.

“I think a darker shade would be more flattering with your skin,” Hercules said while staring at you.

“Yep… I agree,” you said tensely.

“Well let’s get started! Ladies the dresses you selected are all ready for you to try,” Bianca said kindly.

Angelica hurried into her fitting room leaving you standing there staring at Hercules. You didn’t know what to say, he was one of the last people on earth you wanted to see today. He seemed just as unsure as you did, he tucked his hands in his pockets and looked down. Annoyance was beginning to replace your nervousness by the time you finally spoke up.

“What are you doing here?”

“Angelica invited me to come, she said she wanted my ‘fashion designer expertise’,” Herc said quietly, “I can leave if you want. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I was uncomfortable the second I walked into this store,” you fire off with a slight scowl, “Angelica isn’t wrong about your fashion opinions so I don’t think she would appreciate I kicked you out.”

“Hey… aren’t you going to try on your first dress?” Angelica’s head was peeking out from behind the curtain and looked confused.

“Yeah. Sorry Ang,”

Herc followed you to your fitting room and was about to say something else when you swiped the curtain shut in his face.

Setting down your bag and taking a deep breath you began to slip out of your street clothes to try on the first dress. You skeptically looked at the first dress, it wasn’t what you had in mind but it was pretty. It was royal purple, with a sweetheart neckline and multiple straps that cris-crossed over the shoulders and connected to the back. From Herc showing you his designs you could tell it was what they called a “fit and flare”. Toto we are not in Kansas anymore. You quickly pulled it off the hanger and began to slip it on.

It didn’t take long before you were tangled in the multiple stripes of fabric.

“Oh what the fuck…” you muttered as you continued to struggle with all of the straps.

It had looked simple enough when it was on the hanger, but the minute you had taken it off it was next to impossible to figure out which hole was for the arms and which one was for your head. No matter how much you tried it only seemed to make it worse. Resisting the urge to scream you calming poked your head out from your dressing room and saw Hercules sitting on a bench looking rather uncomfortable.

“Hey Herc?”

Hercules snapped his head your direction and saw your desperate look. He slowly made his way over to you and a smirk worked across his lips when he saw your predicament. You moved over as he walked past the curtain and continued to fiddle with the straps that were now wrapped around your arm.

“Need some help there?” His voice was teasing but slightly cautious.

If the look you threw at his reflection could kill he would have been a smoldering pile of ash littering the immaculate hardwood floors and he winced.

“Hercules I swear to…” you hissed.

“Riiiight okay I can fix this. No prob,” he reassured as he examined the dress for a moment.

Hercules looked at the fabric and structure of the dress with intensity as he circled around you. He nodded a bit and finally reached out and grabbed onto one of the straps and motioned for you to duck your head as he pulled it over to the other side. The dress was slowly looking like it was in the right place as he moved straps around and helped you untangle your arms.

“I owe you an apology,” Herc said quietly as he fixed the last piece of out of place fabric.

“What did you say?” You stared at him in the mirror.

“How I acted yesterday was out of line. I was shocked with what Alex said and I didn’t think about your feelings. John really ripped us both new assholes for being inconsiderate and he was right,” he said rubbing the back of his neck, “Look I love you and I just worry about you and I mean can you blame us for being upset? He’s Jefferson for fuck sake. Uhhhhh anyways, I just want to say I’m sorry for what I said…”

“Herc… thank you,” you smiled feeling a bit of your stress lift, “Will you give him a chance then?”

“…I won’t lie, I don’t like it one bit and I don’t trust him, but I do trust you and I respect your judgement. I’m willing to give him a chance and I will try my best to be civil.”

“Are you going to make us wait all day (Y/N)?” Angelica teased from outside of the dressing room.

Hercules gave you a reassuring smile and you nodded as he opened the curtain and you walked out. Eliza and Angelica both looked excited and buzzed around you. They both thought the dress was beautiful and hugged all your curves nicely and went on about how the neckline was flattering. As they gushed over it you nodded going along with what they said even though you felt uncomfortable. This wasn’t the dress and you knew it.

“Guys, guys, it’s really pretty…”

“There’s going to be a 'but’,” Angelica pouted.

“Buuuuuut,” you emphasized with a smirk, “I just don’t like how it’s so tight on the legs. It’s not comfortable to walk in and I got tangled up in all these straps trying to put it on. It’s pretty but it’s just not the one.”

“It’s true, it looked like a bondage scene in there by the time she actually asked for help,” Hercules laughed.

The afternoon flowed from there, all three of you tried on dress after dress. Angelica was responsible for all the picks you had to work though and as much as you appreciated her efforts and fashion sense you were starting to realize she had no idea what your tastes were.

Three dresses in and Eliza had found a winning dress. She looked radiant in the blue off the shoulder number. It was fitted through the hips and flowed out beautifully. There was a layer of shimmering dark blue lace over the entire dress and the neckline had a scalloped edge. It was perfect for Eliza, classy and elegant and you smiled when you thought of how Alexander would react when he saw her. You could only hope whatever dress you found would make Thomas look at you the same way you imagined Alex looking at her, but so far the two dresses you had tried were duds.

The third dress you tried on was crimson. The color had caught your attention immediately so hope blossomed a bit, until you put it on. There was a slit that went to mid thigh on the left side, a plunging neckline, no back, and the only saving grace was the thick shoulder straps that held the dress in place.

When you walked out the wide eyed look of surprise on Hercules’s face was the nail in the coffin on this dress. He quickly reeled his expression in and tried to be supportive.

“Wow… that’s a um… good color on you,” he said awkwardly.

Angelica wolf whistled when you did a little turn for them.

“Damn girl! Thomas will definitely not be able to take his eyes off of you in that,” Angelica said devilishly.

Hercules huffed and muttered something about how Thomas could go to hell under his breath and you shot him a glare. He immediately pursed his lips and looked away with a scowl.

“Angie this dress looks like I’m desperate to get laid after prom, are you insane?!”

Eliza giggled and Hercules roared with laughter at your comment. You let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“What? No it doesn’t you look sexy,” Angelica reasoned.

“There is literally only an inch wide strip of fabric keeping my nipples from seeing the light of day. I want to look classy not like I’m a hooker that Thomas hired to be his date for the evening…”

“I bet he has had to do that quite a bit with that personality,” Herc muttered.

“Hercules! What happened to 'I’ll try to be civil’?” You asked heatedly.

“What? He ain’t here…”

“You are supposed to be using your fashion student expertise to help find us the perfect dresses! You sure aren’t helping me one bit, I saw you covering up your laughter with that last dress. Hot pink and covered in sequins? You can’t be serious right now. One more word from you about Thomas and I’m revoking your wedding dress privileges!” You seethed.

Hercules immediately straightened up in his chair and narrowed his eyes,“ You wouldn’t dare.”

“Fucking try me,” you deadpanned as you headed to the dressing room.

Instead of taking the dress off you immediately sink down onto the small chair that is in the fitting room and put your head in your hands.

“I hate this… none of these are me. This whole party isn’t me, I don’t fit in with those people,” you quietly lamented.

When you looked up there was one dress left to try on and you already hated it. Angie we have known each other for five years, girl seriously these dresses are great for you… not me.

Hercules watched as (Y/N) retreated back into her dressing room. It wasn’t hard to see that she hated having to do this, every ounce of her screamed miserable in all the dresses Angelica had pulled for her. They were all nice picks but none of them was anywhere near the style (Y/N) had when it came to formal wear. Angelica was standing there looking slightly defeated and Eliza was looking sympathetically towards the fitting room.

Hercules stood up and stretched a bit before starting to walk towards the showroom.

“Where are you going?” Angelica asked as she came up behind him.

“I’m going to use my 'expertise’ and see if I can find her something she at least likes a little bit. Angie you should try on that red dress with the cut outs, I think that one is a winner,” he commented as he walked away.

Slowly he made his was through the showroom meticulously looking at all the dresses. (Y/N) wanted classy and he was going to find it. She didn’t like dresses that were fitted on the bottom and felt insecure about thin airy fabrics. He needed to find something with a little bit of weight to it, with a good structure, and just enough sex appeal.

Moving through all of the dresses in the showroom he had found a few that were doable, but weren’t winners.

“Too many rhinestones, too short, too much tulle, too low cut, straps are too thin, too fitted…” he said to himself as he looked though the selections.

He huffed after looking through almost everything, no wonder she had been overwhelmed and looked like she was giving up. He might not be happy about the fact that (Y/N) was going to this thing with Thomas Jefferson, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her settle on a dress she didn’t like. He would tear this place down to the foundation before he let her walk out of here with anything less than perfect.

“Is there anything I can help you find?” Bianca was standing off to the side.

Hercules was about to wave her off but an idea popped into his head, “Actually Bianca are these all the dresses you have or is there anything else?”

“Well we have a stock room, but some of the things in there are being sold as is or are discontinued,” Bianca said.

“Is there any way I could look in there anyway?”

“Oh um sure. Follow me please,” she said as she lead him to a closed door.

Behind the door was racks of different sizes of the dresses in the showroom and Bianca motioned for him to follow her to the back.

“Feel free to look through whatever you like. If you need anything just let me know,” Bianca said with a smile.

“Thank you very much.”

Hercules scanned though the dresses, still nothing was catching his eye. He looked to the left and saw another rack of dresses and one caught his eye. It was midnight blue velvet, with a full skirt, fitted top that had just enough of a v-neck, and what looked a delicate vine design that worked it’s way from the skirt all the way through the bodice. A wide smile appeared on his face and he ran his hands over the soft velvet. It was perfect, almost.

“Hey Bianca?” Herc called out.

“Yes?” She said as she appeared from behind him.

“Does this dress come in any other colors?”

Bianca walked past him and moved a few dresses out of the way and pulled out an identical dress in a very familiar color.

“She owes me one,” he said with a smirk.

Angelica spun around in the red dress Hercules had suggested for her with a look of joy. You sat in your silk robe and watched with the rest of your dresses abandoned. It was a one shoulder fit and flare dress. The top of the bodice was separated from the skirt with a strip of sheer red fabric that was in an upward v shape. The sisters had both looked so beautiful and effortless in their dresses, you let out a sigh that caught Eliza’s attention.

“Hey we are going to find you something,” Eliza reassured and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“I just feel like I don’t belong Eliza. You both found things so easily and look so comfortable,” you lament.

“You belong and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” Angelica chided.

“Angelica is right love,” Eliza agreed.

Hercules breezed around the corner and quickly put a dress into your dressing room, “Get in here, I think I found the one.”

“Um okay…” You said and cautiously walked into the dressing room.

Hercules had a triumphant smile on his face and you rolled your eyes and looked at the dress he had found. You were speechless as soon as you laid your eyes on it and wasted no time shedding your robe and stepping into the dress. Hercules helped you with the zipper and took a step back.

“Well?”

“Herc… it’s perfect.”

Two weeks had passed and you found yourself in Angelica’s bedroom as you all did your make up, the gala was in two hours and you were a ball of nervous energy. The idea that something so over the top was going to be your first public appearance with Thomas had put you on edge. John and Hercules had done what they could to help ease your doubts, but Alexander had yet to have a full conversation with you since the scene he created at lunch. He had half assed his way through an apology, but didn’t seem to have any qualms expressing his concerns about Thomas and his motives.

Peggy stood behind you and was brushing through your hair as you put on your foundation. She had insisted upon helping with your hair, saying she needed all the practice as she could before her upcoming test at beauty school. You weren’t going to object to the offer of help with your hair, the extent of your expertise was ponytails and messy buns.

“I’m thinking we should have it all pulled up with curls,” Peggy said, “What do you think (Y/N)?”

“Yeah that sounds good. To be honest I’d be grateful to have it out of my face,” you laugh.

“Sooooo how are things with the guys?” Peggy gossiped as she started curling your hair. Shitty is how it’s going.

“Things are…” you struggled to find the right words, “Things are tense.”

“Tense? How so?”

“Well Thomas has been fine. Hercules and John were really blunt about how they felt. They said they don’t like it but said they would give him a chance and that they respect my decision. Lafayette has been insufferable… stop laughing Angie! He is so fucking smug about this whole thing. He practically oozes 'I told you so’ with every look! Alexander on the other hand has been a prick, sorry Eliza, I love him but it’s the truth. He outright refuses to even give him a chance and he rubs it in my face that he 'just knows Thomas is going to use me and throw me to the side when he is finished with me’ all because of something Aaron Bu… OUCH PEGGY!”

“Oh shit I’m sorry! Are you fucking serious? He said that to you?! I’LL KILL HIM!”

“Peggy please! I appreciate the enthusiasm for murder but you’re still pulling my hair,” you winced.

“Did he really say that to you?” Eliza’s voice was edged with rage.

“Yeah he did and John ripped him a new asshole for it, but it hasn’t slowed him down. I’m trying to just ignore it, but it’s really hard,” you comment, “I don’t blame him and honestly I’m worried that he is right.”

“What are you talking about? That’s crazy, Thomas wouldn’t do that,” Peggy tried to reassure you.

“You don’t know that though. I don’t want to believe it either because he has been so perfect, but the fact that he has been so perfect makes me nervous too,” you confess.

“Or maybe he is perfect because he is perfect. Seriously girl you need to chill out and don’t let Alex ruin this for you. Thomas adores you. The only thing that you should be concerned with is having a good time tonight,” Angelica said without looking away from her mirror.

Peggy had finished curling your hair and had began pinning the curls into a stylist updo. Your insecurities about what Alexander had said slowly melted away as each curl found their place. She loosely curled the tendrils of hair that hung loosely around your face, scattered delicate rhinestone pins throughout the entirety of your hair, and then assaulted your hair with a bottle of hairspray.

When Peggy was done with your hair you looked at your reflection for a moment and took it all in. Your make up was only half done so you quickly got to work on a smokey eye and filling in your eyebrows. By the time you had gotten to your eyeliner you were laughing so hard that you put the pencil down because Peggy was doing her best rendition of No Scrubs with the radio and Eliza and Angelica had both joined in while they finished off their lipstick.

“You should all keep your day jobs,” you laughed, “Now will you please shut it so I can do my eyeliner please?”

Thomas stood on the top of the stairs outside watching the guests slowly arriving. He smirked slightly when he saw James walking up the stairs towards him with his date Dolly at his side. They made their way over and joined him while he waited for (Y/N) to arrive. Alexander and Lafayette stood not far off waiting as well. He rolled his eyes and smoothed out his teal colored tie when he noticed the glare Alexander was sending his way. Everything is going to be fine.

“That’s a new color for you Thomas,” James teased.

“(Y/N) refused to tell me anything about her dress, but teal is her favorite color so I made an educated guess to try and match,” Thomas commented.

“That’s so sweet of you,” Dolly gushed as James scoffed.

Thomas turned around and looked at the entrance to the New York Public Library, the three arches that lead inside were lit with blue lights and people were milling around inside and talking amongst themselves before heading to the Forum. Dolly was making comments here and there about the dresses the women were wearing and James laughed as she let it slip how much she had hated the woman who had just walked past them.

Thomas had just checked his watch when he heard Dolly gasp and his head snapped up and James was staring wide eyed toward the street.

“Thomas you aren’t allowed to wear magenta anymore,” James said with a wide smile and pointed down the stairs.

“What the hell are you talking… Oh my god.”

Thomas stared with his mouth slightly agape as (Y/N) walked up the stairs towards him. She was a vision in a magenta velvet ballgown. He didn’t even know what to say when she walked up to him with a smile.

“Hi,” (Y/N) said quietly.

His eyes skimmed over her dress and he took notice of the delicate vine designs that appeared in just the right light and how gems were scattered around in her hair. For the life of him he couldn’t find the right words to say how amazing he thought that she looked.

“What’s this? The great and eloquent Thomas Jefferson has nothing to say?”

James and Dolly snickering in the background brought him out of his reverie and he felt a rush of embarrassment when he looked (Y/N) in the eye. The mischievous glint that had been there moments before was melting into nervousness and she looked down as she fiddled with the fabric on her dress.

“I… um… it looks okay right? This isn’t really my thing… I wanted to surprise you… Do you hate it?” she was nervously rambling.

Thomas felt a pang of guilt and carefully tilted her chin up and said, “You look magnificent.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” he reassured her with a gentle kiss and offered his arm, “Shall we?”

You took his arm and headed inside, you couldn’t help but gasp when you saw the interior of the library. Everything was made of marble and you marveled at the arched ceilings. Candelabras were scattered around the corners of the space and there was a marble staircase on either side of the room.

“Wow this is beautiful,” you gasp.

“Just wait until you see the Forum,” Dolly said cheerfully.

As the four of you made your way upstairs and into the ballroom you spotted Angelica with Lafayette’s arm wrapped around her waist. Eliza and Alexander were standing next to them with glasses of champagne and laughing. Angelica smirked at you and gave a little wave and you smirked at here and motioned between her and Laf with a raised eyebrow. Oh I’m definitely going to have to talk to her about this later.

“Ah Thomas there you are. How is your father doing?”

“He is doing well Mr. Brooks. It’s great to see you again,” Thomas said indifferently.

“Who is this lovely lady you have here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at any events before,” Mr. Brooks enquired.

“Hi I’m (Y/N), I’m Thomas’s um…” You paused. You had never talked about titles with Thomas before now so you didn’t know how to finish your statement.

“She is my girlfriend,” Thomas finished, “We are law students together.”

The evening was filled with more introductions to people you didn’t know, some of which were very nice, others looked like they could see right through you. You sighed and grabbed a glass of champagne and stood with Dolly as Thomas talked with the businessmen around the room. You didn’t miss the judgemental glares from some of the guests as they passed you by. One of the women that Thomas had introduced you to had even had the nerve to ask if his parents knew he was involved with someone such as yourself, which caused him to stiffen but he ultimately had laugh it off. You had used every ounce of your self control to smile politely as you said it had been nice to meet her.

“He sure is a social butterfly isn’t he,” you commented, “He makes this look so easy.”

“Well he has been doing things like this his whole life,” Dolly said.

“These people that walk by look at me like I don’t belong here. It’s stupid, they think I’m not good enough for Thomas just because I don’t have a fancy last name,” you snapped before sipping your drink.

“They are just jealous.”

You scoffed as you watched Thomas move on to the next conversation. Jealous? You couldn’t imagine why. As dinner approached you couldn’t help but notice that the arrogance that had been absent in Thomas’s voice for so long was coming back full force and you frowned slightly. He had gone from slightly nervous to a well schooled mask of privilege.

The ballroom was filled with ornate tables and the dome was lit with projected green lights. You found your seat at the with Thomas on your left and Dolly to the right. The table was covered with a silver cloth, orchid flower arrangements, and fine china. Angelica was seated two tables over with the rest of your friends. Eliza shot you a smile from her seat and Alexander looked sullen as he tried to talk to Lafayette.

Dinner was served and Thomas was debating with the man across from him at the table and you rolled your eyes as you took a bite of your steak. You felt your phone buzz in your bag and you pulled it out discreetly.

-Angie (7:30pm): Having fun?-

-(Y/N) (7:32pm): Oh yeah I love getting judged for not being one of these pompous assholes ;) -

-Angie: (7:33pm): Don’t listen to them. Have you told Thomas you are feeling uncomfortable? -

-(Y/N) (7:35pm): No… he has been talking to all these people. They are debating about the economy right now.

-Angie (7:37pm): Seriously? Just tell him how you are feeling.-

You slid your phone back into your purse and distracted yourself from your annoyance with finishing up the dinner in front of you. The steak was perfect so it was easy to enjoy and try to let the fact that Thomas hadn’t told off the woman or seemed to notice how people were looking at you slide. He probably just doesn’t care about their opinion, but still he didn’t even say anything. Hell why didn’t I tell her off? I should’ve told her off… if I see her again I’m going to tell her to fuck off… You poked absentmindedly at your baked potato with a scowl. You didn’t want to be mad at Thomas, but Angelica was right. You needed to tell him how uncomfortable you were.

You jumped slightly when you felt Thomas place his hand on top of yours and give you a gentle smile. His thumb rubbed circles before lifting up your hand and pressing his lips to your knucks. Heat raised in your cheeks and your heart hammered out of control, you felt a bit of your annoyance slip away. A small glimpse of the Thomas you had grown used to eased your nerves.

“Would you like to dance darlin’?” He asked gesturing to the dance floor that was slowly filling up with couples.

“You bet your ass I do,” you said with a smile.

Thomas lead you through the maze of tables towards the dance floor. You couldn’t help but shamelessly stare at how great he looked in the perfectly tailored black suit he was wearing. The first thing you had noticed when you had walked up the stairs that night was the teal tie that stood out against the black button up shirt he had on.

“That’s a snazzy tie you have there Mr. Jefferson,” you teased as you stepped onto the dance floor.

“Why thank you m'lady,” Thomas smirked.

Thomas waltzed you around the dance floor as the classical music played in the background. You laughed as he twirled you and pulled you back against his chest. You dress flowed beautifully as you spun.

“Hey Thomas?” You nervously asked.

“What’s wrong?” Thomas paused his dancing.

“How come you didn’t defend being with me to that woman earlier? You just laughed and waved off her comments,” you asked with more edge in your voice then you had planned.

“Because it wasn’t important,” he answered simply.

Anger flared immediately, “So people thinking I’m not good enough for you and being disrespectful aren’t important? That’s nice Jefferson!”

“That woman’s opinion isn’t important so why should it matter what she thinks,” Thomas hissed, “I lo..”

“It’s important to me,” you snarl and rip your hands out of his, “I’m going to go get a drink and say hello to my friends.”

Storming away you left Thomas on the dance floor and it didn’t take you long to find Angelica and Lafayette. The smile on her face fell as she saw the look on your face and how quickly you drowned your glass of champagne.

“Damn girl slow down! What’s going on?” Angelica took the glass away from you with a skeptical look.

“He told me defending me wasn’t important because other people’s opinions aren’t important. He has been strutting around here being all arrogant like he was before, talking down to people he is debating with…”

“Mon amie remember that Thomas comes from a family that has a lot of appearances up. At events like this all of the responsibility for his family falls onto his shoulders,” Laf said calmly.

“Laf is right honey, I know you are upset but you said so yourself, Thomas said other people’s opinions weren’t important. Which means he doesn’t care if other people don’t like it, he is here with you,” Angelica confirmed.

Taking a deep breath, “Damn it, I know you’re right. These people are just stressing me out.”

Lafayette pulled you into a tight hug and gave you a wide smile, “This dress is magnifique, the color suits you.”

“Thanks Laf. Soooo what’s this then?” You smirked and gestured between the two of them.

“It’s exactly what it looked like,” Angelica teased and laced her fingers with his.

“It’s about damn time!” You laughed.

“That’s what I told them,” Alexander’s voice came from behind you.

“Alexander… Eliza,” you said calmly.

“You and Thomas sure looked great dancing together,” Eliza gushed.

“Thanks,” you said and looked at Alexander.

Alexander finally looked you in the eye and he looked conflicted. His hands were in his pockets and you could tell he was dying to say something. Eliza walked over to the table to grab a drink and left the two of you alone and silence hung in the air.

“Can I talk to you?” Alexander spoke up first.

“That depends on what you have to say Alex,” you retort.

“I was out of line…”

“Nooooo,” you draw out with a raised eyebrow.

“Fair. I wanted to apologize to you, I was being selfish and inconsiderate. Eliza is right you two looked great together and it’s not my business to try and boss you around. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” Alexander admitted.

“I’ve missed talking to you,” you confess, “Are we good?”

Instead of answering you Alex pulled you into a hug and it didn’t take long before you were all laughing about school and catching up on what had happened when you weren’t speaking. Alexander had the same level of disdain as you did for being surrounded by a bunch of 'judgemental aristocrats’ as he put it since everyone knew he was an orphan that George Washington had taken under his wing.

“I tried to slip away unnoticed but Eliza caught me,” Alex cried.

“I don’t know where you were planning on going Alex,” Eliza laughed.

“Well we are in a library Eliza so he probably wouldn’t of gotten far,” you teased.

“Please (Y/N)! Don’t give him any ideas!” Eliza cried with mock outrage.

Lafayette was staring at the dance floor oddly silent with a frown on his face. You gave him a questioning look and he pointed behind you. Angelica and you both looked where he was pointed and spotted Thomas standing with his back to you. His shoulders looked tense and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest and directly in front of him stood Aaron Burr. You sucked in a breath at the fact that they were talking. You mind immediately went to what Alexander had said he heard. Thomas was radiating arrogance as he leaned down and said something that caused Aaron to frown.

“Oh Christ… I better go. Thomas hates Burr with a passion so I should intervene before this gets ugly,” you comment and start to make your way over to him.

“Well well Thomas things seem to be going swimmingly with (Y/N),” Aaron Burr said calmly as he walked up to Thomas.

Thomas stiffened and scrunched up his nose at the sound of Burr’s voice. The last thing he needed right now with (Y/N) storming off was dealing with Aaron. He had been an idiot when she had asked why he didn’t defend her, of course he should have.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company Burr?” His voice was laced with venom.

“Ouch Thomas, you wound me. I was just curious about this blooming romance with (Y/N). You should be more careful or she will figure out what your up to.”

“What I’m up too? I don’t think it’s any of your concern what I do with (Y/N),” Thomas snapped.

“Well I know it’s none of my business but I’ve just heard some things going around campus… concerning your intentions. It would be unfortunate for her if you were using her in some way,” Burr said innocently.

“Will you shut up,” Thomas hissed, “The last thing I need is that getting around and for her to hear that. Do you have any idea how long it took me get her to trust me?”

Burr’s eyes focused over his shoulder for a moment before returning to meet Thomas’s with a smirk.

“Oh I know, you have put in a lot of effort into winning her over. I figured a smooth man like you would work quicker.”

Thomas bristled at Burr’s insult and he leaned closer to Burr with a cocky smirk, “Let me tell you something Burr, I’ll use her as much as I damn well please and it still wouldn’t be any of your business.”

“YOU UNIMAGINABLE BASTARD!” You shouted as you shook with rage.

Thomas jumped and quickly turned around with wide eyes. Aaron Burr smiled as he took s sip of his drink and walked away quietly.

“(Y/N) I can explain,” Thomas said as he reached out to you.

“NO! You don’t get to touch me! How fucking dare you?! I can’t believe this,” you ranted, “Alex warned me… Burr had told him that you were just using me, but I didn’t want to believe him. I can’t… I have to go.”

You turned quickly and pushed your way through the crowd heading out of the ballroom. You didn’t stop when you heard Alexander call out your name as you ran past them with Thomas not far behind you. You couldn’t believe him, after all this time and how kind he had been to you, it was all a sham.

“(Y/N) wait!” Thomas called and he caught your arm. “Please let me explain.”

“What is there to explain!? You said so yourself 'I’ll use her as much as I damn well please’. This was all a game to you wasn’t it? Playing with my emotions? Gaining my trust? All for what?! So when it suited you best you could just drop me and rub it in my face how you won,” you shouted. I love you.

Thomas opened his mouth to respond but was silenced when you palm connected with his cheek with a loud smack. He immediately let go of your arm and raised his hand to his face with a look of shock. Tears welled up in your eyes when you thought of everything that had happened up to this point.

“Go to hell,” you hissed and hurried down the stairs and out of the front entrance.

Thomas stood at the top of the stairs holding his stinging cheek and reeling from what had just happened. He didn’t know how he was going to fix this, but he had to try. He glared when he thought about what Burr had said and how easily he had allowed him to push him over the edge.

“Damn it!” He moved to go down the stairs to catch her again. I have to explain this.

“Jefferson! What the fuck did you do?!” Alexander Hamilton was standing directly in his way and looked ready to kill him.

“Move Hamilton!”

“You’re a son of a bitch, you know that!? I knew you were an asshole, but I didn’t want to believe you were this low!”

“WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT OF MY WAY! I NEED TO FIX THIS!” Jefferson roared.

Hamilton stopped mid sentence as Thomas shoved him out of the way and tore down the stairs as fast as he could.

“I have to fix this,” he whispered as he ran out the door.

He breathlessly looked up and down the street when he got outside, but (Y/N) was already gone. His chest felt tight and he had no idea what he even could have said to stop her. She face had been angry, but her eyes were completely heartbroken and it killed him.

“What have I done.”

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