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Taylor Swift Interview - Marie Claire - June, 2009

Taylor Swift loves a lot of things, but maybe nothing quite so much at this moment as her new Prevost tour bus. "It's amazing!" she says, bounding through the backstage labyrinth of the Save Mart Center in Fresno, California, where she'll be performing tonight — long Goldilocks curls bouncing behind her as she goes. "My mom and I just redid the whole thing. Come see!"

Inside, the bus is a lush girly fantasy in chocolate brown and peacock blue, complete with a tufted brown velvet couch and pearly blonde laminated wood paneling, an electric fireplace ("Because I'm always freezing!"), a big champagne marble bathroom, and a Star Trac treadmill that folds up like a Murphy bed. "We bought the old bus from Cher," explains Swift's mom, Andrea, who goes on every tour, watching from the sidelines, keen-eyed and silent as an eagle. "So it was all black and gothic." For the new bus, she says, "We wanted to brighten things up."

In Swift's bedroom, a big turquoise satin jewelry box has the word Barbie written across it in rhinestones, and Swift's first two multiplatinum albums shine above her silky, pillow-piled turquoise-and-brown bed like twin full moons. A sign over the door reads Never, Never, Never Give Up in curling bronze script.

"Did you have that made?" I ask her.

"No. I got it from T.J. Maxx," chirps Swift, who may be the world's least snobbish pop princess. In Taylor Swift's world (or "Taylor Nation," as fans call it), Urban Outfitters T-shirts and $900 Christian Louboutin stilettos are embraced with equal fervor. All the crew members are presented with cakes on their birthdays and serenaded by Swift herself. And everyone — literally everyone — is greeted with a hug and an enormous smile. It's kind of like meeting Mickey at Disney World. The weeping 8-year-old fan in a pink cowboy hat gets a hug. The mayor of Fresno gets a hug. Even the sweaty, walrus-shaped teenage boy with the slightly crazed glint in his eye gets a hug — though when he starts pawing Swift and kissing her all over her face, two beefy security guys step in and carry him off. "It scares the daylights out of me when she goes around hugging everybody," says Scott Borchetta, who signed Swift to his then-newborn record label, Big Machine, in 2005. "I have to turn my head when she does it during the concerts. But you couldn't stop her if you tried; she's just a born hugger."

Swift's gasping love for most things she sets eyes on (Starbucks coffee, low-fat strawberry Pop-Tarts, and members of the band Def Leppard included) might get old quickly if it weren't accompanied by a big winking dose of sass that gives her a Tinker Bell-ish quality. At 20, she is tall and skinny as a string bean, with long, gangly white arms and a plump, angelic face. Her eyes are blue as forget-me-nots, with a slightly Asian tilt and thick curling lashes that she flirts with expertly and shamelessly, like Scarlett O'Hara.

Though Swift was born in Wyomissing, Pennsylvania, and lived there until she was 14, there is a specifically Southern flavor to much of her appeal. She loves flouncy miniskirts and candy-colored strapless dresses and halo-style headbands with silk flowers sewn on. She says "Y'all" and "Thay-nk ewe!" She prays. She bakes. (When she's home in Nashville, she regularly delivers homemade pumpkin-spice cookies with cream cheese frosting to the construction guys working on her new condo.) But there's a clear-eyed, laser-focus quality to Swift's attention, too — you sense there's a mighty brain ticking beneath all those blonde curls. "I love having a goal, feeling like I'm on a mission," says Swift. "I love trying to beat what I've done so far."

At the moment, that's a tall order. Swift's second album, Fearless, was the best-selling album of any genre in 2009. An addictive confection of country/pop love songs, Fearless stole the hearts of little girls and not-so-little girls all over America, sitting at number one on the Billboard Top 200 for 11 weeks, which is longer than any other album in the last decade. Come awards time, Swift took home four Grammys (including Best Album of the Year) and the MTV Moonman for Best Female Video (aka The Kanye Incident) — along with a truckload of other trophies, including the CMA award for Entertainer of the Year in 2009. Tickets for Swift's recent concert at L.A.'s Staples Center sold out in two minutes. Last year, she earned $18 million from albums and touring alone.

Suddenly, Taylor Swift is an enormous star. Like, the kind of star people have started comparing to Michael Jackson and Madonna. The kind of star who tours with nine buses and several purple trucks that have her face plastered on the side. The kind of star about whom Borchetta says, "Look, if she can produce a superior third album, one that's as big as the last two ... well, when's the last time somebody did that?"

Fresno is an interesting place to see Swift perform. Basically, the whole town has gone bananas over her — including the mayor, who has officially proclaimed today "Taylor Swift Day." (In part, this may be an attempt to distract residents from the fact that Fresno was recently rated the number one Drunkest City in America by Men's Health magazine, but still ...) A dusty farm town in the middle of California, Fresno is the land of monster trucks and short-haired, churchgoing ladies in ruffled homemade aprons and Easy Spirit shoes who sell their crafts at the Big Hat Days festival in neighboring Clovis. Swift, who does not drink or swear or flash cleavage, is huge here.

Outside the Save Mart Center, near the herd of Taylor Swift tour buses, a local radio station has set up its own bus and is broadcasting live all afternoon from a big loudspeaker. What seems like thousands of little girls and teenage girls and middle-aged girls are milling about in the parking lot — some dressed in homemade versions of the oversize "Junior Jewels" T-shirt and black nerd glasses that Swift wears in her "You Belong With Me" video — carrying huge "Taylor" signs and screaming "Taylor!" from time to time.

"I like her because she's young and pretty and she writes stuff we can relate to," says pretty, freckle-faced Caroline Meyers, whose mother has driven her and her best friend, Lexi Kraft, here 240 miles from Colusa, California. Both girls are 17. Both are wearing T-shirts that say "I drive by my ex-boyfriend's house too!" — something Swift admitted to doing in a CMT interview. "She's a good role model," adds Kraft. "Also, she's really pretty."

Swift has performed in Fresno before — but never like this. The first time she played here, in 2006, it was at Cali's Frozen Custard Creamery out on Blackstone Avenue. Swift, then 16, was in town for a promotional radio tour. She and her band stopped off for frozen yogurt and ended up playing an impromptu concert. The second time was two years ago, when she opened for Rascal Flatts. So when Swift appears later in the afternoon for a meet-and-greet backstage with the various radio people of Fresno and says, "I can't tell y'all how long I have been waiting for this night!", you actually believe her.

For Swift, performing seems not so much a profession as a calling. Like being a nun or a Jedi Knight. It's the only thing she's ever wanted to do, at all. Ever. "I have been singing randomly, obsessively, obnoxiously for as long as I can remember," says Swift, who grew up on an idyllic Christmas-tree farm in rural Pennsylvania with her own pony. The oldest child of well-to-do parents (her father, Scott, is a stockbroker; her mother, Andrea, quit her job as a mutual fund marketing executive to raise Swift and Swift's little brother, Austin), Swift insists that although her parents believed in her completely, the burning need to sing in public was entirely her own. "My parents have videos of me on the beach at, like, 3," she continues, "going up to people and singing Lion King songs for them. I was literally going from towel to towel, saying, 'Hi, I'm Taylor. I'm going to sing I Just Can't Wait to Be King for you now.'"

We're sitting on the couch in her backstage dressing room, which she shares with her brunette backup singer, Liz Huett, and her redheaded fiddle player, Caitlin Evanson, who are also two of her best friends. They both feature prominently in the homemade videos that Swift posts regularly for fans on the taylor swift website and Facebook, and they flank Swift like handmaidens. A big rack of bright, silky dresses stands against one wall; a forest of Louboutins is spread out over the floor. A giant soda from In-n-Out Burger sits melting on the coffee table.

"It's very Taylor to want to share her dressing room," Swift's publicist, Paula Erickson, said earlier. "She just likes having her friends around." And while that's true, it's worth noting that toward the end of every concert, Evanson and Swift have a spectacular, hair-thrashing drumming battle on two big steel garbage cans during the song "Should've Said No." (Swift always wins.)

It's about 5:30 in the afternoon, and Swift has just finished her preconcert rehearsal. She does not seem nervous at all. In fact, she seems downright relaxed. Dressed in a loose gray miniskirt and black Rag & Bone dance shoes with patent leather tips, she has been trying to explain to me what it's like to be born with such an intense sense of destiny, and how completely it has defined and driven her life so far. "It's literally all I've ever dreamed of," she says.

By the time she was 10, the details of Swift's future had begun to fall into place. She knew she wanted to be a country singer. She knew she needed to go to Nashville to make it happen. She'd discovered karaoke and was teaching herself to sing like Faith Hill and the Dixie Chicks and Shania Twain. She had taken to performing at any event she could find, including garden clubs and Boy Scout meetings, which made her seriously unpopular at school. Swift didn't care. She was on a mission. "I knew that everything I wanted to happen could happen in Nashville," she says. "So it became my number one goal to get there somehow."

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Hey rbs, Happy holidays! Sorry to bother you but there has been something on my mind lately. Are there any moments where either GG or DD supported/showed support to LGBT?

That's a more complicated question than you might think.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

Because of the political situation in China, it's not safe to appear to be a part of a political movement, especially one that seeks to fight against official positions and policies. It's part of why Pride parades aren't allowed in China anymore. It's a big part, I'm sure, of why there's been a crackdown on queer organizations and queer university groups in China.

The official position from the regime is that every citizen has a patriotic duty to enter a heterosexual marriage and breed as much as possible - they have a '3 child' policy they've been pushing - and it seems that in their minds, being queer directly runs against those goals (as I've said many times, there's no reason why being queer should prevent people from having children if they want to, except the unjust laws that stand in their way).

People can and do express support for or acceptance of queer relationships, but top celebrities can only do so within a very limited narrow interpersonal parameter. There are a few reasons for this:

There is a stated policy that celebrities must express ideas that align with the regime's positions. Any artist who fails to do so could face blacklisting and/or 'reeducation'.

The censorship laws in China forbid homosexuality being presented in a favorable light (or really, at all) in any significant way.

As I stated previously, in China it's not safe to appear to be part of a protest or political movement.

Queer celebrities are especially ill-advised to show any political leanings in support of homosexuality, because it would put them at extra risk. It's also part of why there are so few gay men in China willing to openly admit they are turtles. They don't want GGDD's ship to be given a political tone by the conspicuous presence of queer men in the fandom, so they keep any support low-key and under the radar.

Having said that, GG and DD have both shown alignment with the LGBTQ community from time to time.

They both have been known to frequently wear brands from LGBTQ-led design houses including DSQUARED_2, Charles Jeffrey, Alexander McQueen, Tom Ford, Christian Louboutin, Martine Rose, Jacquemus and others.

GG posted popular gay anthem Somewhere Over the Rainbow for International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia back in 2017. (He also sang the song with Zhao Lei live on 2016/11/19, a date turtles believe might be GGDD's anniversary.)

DD's famous sneakers and ice cream post, which led some gossip sites to claim he had come out of the closet. @potteresque-ire did a great analysis of that post here. There was also good analysis from @untamedconnotations back when the video was posted, and you can find that here.

A 2011 Weibo conversation where GG showed support for a gay friend who had posted about having a new boyfriend.

GG wearing Pride sneakers for an interview.

A Pride flag showing up in the foreground of a Kai Xiao Zao ad GG appeared in this year. This one is ambiguous because it could have been chosen by the brand, but considering that's a photo of Jianguo next to it, it's possible that it actually came from GG (the kadian on the clock - 23:00, 'Love Zhan' is also cute).

GG selecting a rainbow watch to represent romance for a Zenith Qixi Festival ad campaign.

GG singing gay anthem Post Coital Tristesse on NYE last year.

Endorsing some queer-friendly brands, especially Budweiser, Bubly and some other international brands that have been known to be vocal supporters of LGBTQ rights. Budweiser has even done some queer-friendly advertising in China.

When he was in Milan, GG posted a photo (3:50 in video) of a cathedral where people had gathered to celebrate gay marriage being made legal. It's not clear that he posted it because of the queer context, but a lot of fans made note of it. He posted another photo of it during his February 2023 Milan trip. More on this CPN here.

GG sang Tempting Heart when he was on Our Song, which is a song from the 1999 film of the same name. The film is about a love triangle involving a lesbian woman, and the lyrics of the song allude to that.

Some fans believe GG may have posted in reference to the anniversary of Leslie Cheung's death on 4/1/22.

On 23 April 2022 GG posted a Douyin where he read a poem by celebrated queer poet Edith Södergran.

DD mentioned Brokeback Mountain in a video clip

GG and DD are both Spongebob fans.

GG mentioned in an interview that he'd like to see The Whale.

DD chatting happily with queer icon Dan Levy at the Loewe show in Paris.

There's also their frequent association with rainbows.

The rainbow watches in their lives (including GG choosing one for a Zenith Qixi Festival ad campaign, not on that list).

GG appearing next to a rainbow rabbit in a Roseonly ad.

GG wearing a rainbow stars jacket and Pride colors rainbow belt for his live performance of Running to You With All I Have last year.

GG wearing a rainbow fox hoodie to interview Wan Fang last year.

GG wearing a rainbow watch and using a rainbow badminton racket for photo set he posted on Weibo.

DD wearing a rainbow Thrasher logo hoodie during rehearsal for his Just Like Sunshine dance performance.

GG including a set of rainbow colored chopsticks in his annual PR gift box.

DD wearing pants with rainbow patches for a Chanel event on the first day of Pride (not Chanel pants).

I’ll keep updating this post as I think of more, or as more references occur. If you think of one that I’ve missed please let me know.

DD wearing a rainbow colored outfit for the Loewe show in Paris during Pride month.

GG posting a vacation picture with a Pride flag hanging from a balcony.

Bottom line: It's unrealistic for international fans to expect to see overt expressions of Pride from GGDD, like we would see from North American or European stars, but I think they show what they are able to safely show.

Edit: More on DD's Pride rainbow connections here.

#bjyx #yizhan #ggdd in the public eye #lgbtpride #ask #the mysteries of yizhan

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oh-boy-me · 4 years

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Demon Outfits Discussed

The wait is over :) thank you for your patience and all the lovely comments on the casual discussion!!

I feel like it got longer this time, so I hope it’s all an enjoyable read! Also, I apologize for the ugly pictures--it was the easiest and fastest way to both have all the design in one image and also prevent it from stretching so far.

Like last time, please don’t take this too seriously; we love these boys and Justin doesn’t know them but has no grudges against them. We’re just harping on their fashion sense. Absolutely no hate is intended towards the boys or the design team!

Participants in the discussion were

Jo ( @jodaneko ), our art major with storyboarding/character design experience, who finds they have more in common with Satan each passing day.

Justin ( @justinlester0629 ), our fashion expert, who dressed up and filled a wine glass with water for the occasion.

Noodle (Me), our untrained eye who owns the Barbie as the Island Princess video game on three different platforms. It’s not even that good.

Featuring emergency guest star Megan ( @maggo77 ), my sister who is physically near me as we look at the backs of their designs for the first time.

Edit: Distracted by the pretty jacket, we made a mistake when putting in Levi’s silhouette rating. It’s the worst. 2/10, not 6.

Lucifer:

“Boy looks like he’s about to swing open the doors of an expensive mansion during a debutante party and give some SCATHING NEWS.” —Justin

“Short shoulder cape and a long split butt cape lol” —Jo

Jo has realized that based on both outfits, Lucifer doesn’t want people looking at his butt. Possible reasons are: he doesn’t have one, or Diavolo someone was getting distracted.

His shoes match his outfit. After last time that’s all I care about.

A triple popped color, and how many layers is the middle one? Is that a book? Dude has like 27 collars.

The forehead diamond is very important and it’s great that there are diamond buttons to match it. But uh. How about those red diamonds on his sleeves. They. They sure are there. (I actually like the red accents and that they match his gloves; I just can’t take the diamonds seriously.)

Lucifer 🤝 Some Horses Diamond on the Forehead

The peacock motif is HERE and we’re all living for it. HOWEVER, the feathers on the cape and coattails should have matched, OR there should have been more lime green because there’s so little of that color.

The pants have a pleat in the front, which Justin says means he responsibly irons his clothes, and Jo says only heightens the fact that under the capes this is a marching uniform.

Can he fly? Jo says these are baby wings that can’t support his weight, and his cape has a hole for the top pair but blocks the bottom pair? Can’t believe Lucifer handicapped himself for the sake of fashion.

The red makes it regal and the wide flowy design makes it imposing. Good job, Lucifer! I might actually be intimidated if I saw you.

Definitely the classiest outfit. You can tell they put care into it.

Mammon:

“BITCH MY BODY CANNOT TAKE THIS KIND OF SEXY, I THINK I AM OVERHEATING! NO MORE FURTHER COMMENTS, YOUR HONOR. HAUTE AND HOT.” —Justin

The whole thing does amazing with only three colors. We’ve noticed the trend of black and white + one color, but I mean hey. It’s working so far.

Damn those pants sit low. No wonder literally all of you wear belts.

The leather jacket? The studs and harness? Bless. Justin calls it “the perfect blend of stylish and ‘I’ll see you tonight *wink*’”.

Kind of don’t like how the belts connect to the pants, though. It looks better in the back.

“He found a really cool jacket, but it didn’t pair with anything so he just didn’t wear anything.” —Jo

Honestly though? We’ve all made fun of Mammon for having big hoe energy in his outfits, but like, he knew he had wings and planned his outfit to accommodate for that. He’s the only one who didn’t cut holes in his outfit. Maybe Mammon was the smallest hoe after all.

Also if there’s a motif it repeats elsewhere, like the studs and diamonds on his jacket and pants. Did he and Lucifer have a “tastefully putting diamonds on my outfit” battle? Because Mammon definitely won.

One of the charms broke off the belt loop and he never bothered to replace it, and honestly thank god there isn’t two of those anymore.

Torn between wishing the boots were tighter to match the rest of the outfit and saying “yoooo they’re open in the back!!!”

Ok so so far we’ve said generally only good things, but there is one major issue with the design: Its gravity. Everything points down, his tattoos, the diamonds, even his wings. The center of gravity in the image is his shoes. Bitch loved his shoes so much he made his whole outfit point to them.

Either way this was universally considered the best and I mourn Justin who doesn’t know how far Mammon’s standards are gonna fall from here.

Leviathan:

Diagonal zipper

“Levi what the fuck.” —Megan

He looks like an e-boy.

Honestly it looks like he borrowed something from Justin’s wardrobe for Pride but he didn’t know how to put it on.

APPARENTLY the biggest hoe. Abs that he shouldn’t have coming through a mesh t-shirt. I thought Mammon’s pants were low, but Levi’s whole-ass ass is out. Ok Levi, I see you.

The shirt pattern is good but he probably leaves it partially unzipped because it’d look really dumb fully closed.

Justin loves the funky pants pattern and Jo likes the pants but not with the outfit. It’s because the devs were too coward to give him a thick tail base so his pants had to fill that role by sharing the pattern.

The shoes are good, and not just because they incited Justin’s deep-set hatred for Christian Louboutin and his uncomfortable red-bottom shoes.

Justin is offended that he’s hiding his suspenders; either show them completely or not at all, no in between. Jo’s not fully convinced it isn’t just one suspender. What are his suspenders doing? What are they attached to? Are they holding anything up? Apparently not.

Jo pointed out that if you squint the belt on his waist looks like fangs and the orange dots on his sleeves looks like eyes so it’s like theres a snake head on his outfit. Cute!

The gloves are throwing us off though. Why is Levi of all other brothers need gloves? I bet he has sweaty hands.

Ok really, does his sweater unzip all the way into two pieces? Or does it hang by that tiny thread underneath the tail hole? There’s even a button, just in case.

Can’t believe this antler-sporting, suspender-wasting nerd went diagonal zipper on us because we beat him at a trivia game. Should have just zipped his hood.

Satan:

HONEY.

“I hate everything about this.” —Megan

First of all, he’s straight up wearing Lucifer’s casual shirt. Does it only button down the back? Can he take it off?

Then he spilled bleach on his pants. Like I get what they were going for but with the white on black that is literally just bleach stains.

Incredibly differing opinions on the belt. He got it in the cowboy department. Justin adores it. Jo despises it.

And are those… athletic slip ons?

And now the elephant in the room. The ribcage made of ribbons. The ribboncage. The idea is great! I love that they gave him a skeletal theme without throwing him into a Hot Topic.

But if you take the ribboncage and feather boa off he’s literally just wearing a dress shirt and some nice jeans. And that’s the problem with Satan’s demon form. Not that it looks goofy. It’s that they took risks but then hid all the risks behind business casual.

Also Megan said that the back of the ribbons look like a rock climbing harness. Someone (probably Justin) said the front reminds them of the underbelly of a green cockroach. Ew.

The feather boa would look better if it was over something you wouldn’t literally wear at the office. (And also didn’t look so much like worm on a string.)

“He is going to Dragcon 2020 and is definitely going to take a picture and ask to lip sync, but accidentally start beef with Acid Betty.” —Justin

On a good note, loving how the tail fades to highly radioactive green. Feels dangerous. Megan pointed out that it’s a pretty wimpy tail, though. Jo enjoys the self-conscious posture it expresses.

That’s basically the only good thing we have to say, though.

I just????

Merry Christmas.

Asmodeus:

The kanji on the picture is just saying that the coattail is the same on both sides.

Ok now with that out of the way, HONEY.

I’m sure he says that to others but I hope he says it to himself too when he looks in the mirror.

Starting with the good. The wings? Adorable. The heart-shaped hole to accommodate them? Adorable. One of the only good adjustments.

And I love that the tips of his horns look venomous, like a scorpion tail!

We love a good floral design and a good twin tailcoat.

But once again, the shirt just has too much going on. The flowers. The buttons. The brick-pattern stitching. The brooch. The long collar. The fact that if he closed the last button it’d end in a diamond covering his crotch. Sometimes less is more, Asmo.

That scorpion brooch is the best thing to ever grace my computer screen and it shouldn’t have to share the spotlight with the rest of his shirt. It should have wrapped around his arm and been paired with some more jewelry. Then he could have ditched those giant cuffs.

The bleeding heart tattoos are a really good idea! But they should have been angled better and not like someone else put them on at the roller rink. And maybe they shouldn’t have been outlined in pink. Those aren’t tattoos, those are gaping holes in his arm. Is he ok.

I’ve been avoiding the pants, but. The pants.

“Oh dear god. Oh no that’s… I thought you were a designer…” —Jo

One side is buckled the ENTIRE way down, and then the other side is COMPLETELY plain. It’s too extreme on both ends. It should have been only half a leg of buckles. Not whatever this is. I still don’t think he can bend that leg.

The shoes are ok but they COULD have been a stiletto so.

Jo is DONE with these demons’ inability to wear socks.

We expected better from you, Asmo. I hope you have to fasten all those buckles every morning as retribution.

Beelzebub:

He said “how many belts can I wear on one outfit.”

Justin said it’s like Barry B. Benson and Post Malone had a beautiful baby boy, and Obey Me! is cancelled for creating a sequence of events that could lead to me hearing that with my own two ears.

The jacket? Stunning. “It’s steampunk mixed with Jack Sparrow, mixed with Billie Joe Armstrong,” says Justin. It’s got puffy sleeves! And there’s objectively too much going on with the jacket, but since it’s a leather jacket I can forgive it. Justin and Jo can’t.

I’m not sure why they keep giving him weird jacket collars but I prefer belt number 9 to fur.

“Why is it bucked in the back? Couldn’t it have just been a jacket?” —Megan

Good that the black tank isn’t only black, but he has so little color on his outfit that it would have been nice for it and the matching pattern on his boots to have been a color besides gray.

I don’t mind the belts down the leg because they’re not too in your face. Jo wants the white belt to be thinner. Justin wants him to just pick one and go with it.

Poor Beel, he can’t do his lil thigh pat pose without his right hand being assaulted by studs and that bear trap-shaped buckle.

Justin feels like the cowboy boots are too wide up top and it’s probably because they’re FAKE cowboy boots. I don’t know why he didn’t just get cowboy boots instead of putting fake coverings over his dress shoes.

Can’t fault the twin belt, though. And the wing hole isn’t terrible.

Idk I guess. They knew what they wanted to do at least.

That seems to be the pattern with Beel: they know what they want to do, but something weird happens in the middle of it.

Belphegor:

“I don’t know which Teletubby let their son go through the it’s just a phase mom phase, but they should be ashamed.” —Justin

A toddler who just learned how to cut holes in paper got a hold of his hoodie.

Is it a hoodie? A jacket? A poncho? The cow print actually isn’t terrible. At least it had the decency to be unique in its spotting. And the actual presence of blue is very appreciated.

On the topic of colors, Jo is calling the devs out on their apparent fear of color. “Put the pink elsewhere, cowards,” they say.

We actually don’t hate the horseshoe, and using it for the belt buckles is actually really clever. Even if 75% of them are doing literally nothing. Feel like he didn’t need that many. Could do without the bottom one, maybe even bottom two.

There’s a teeeeny tiny cowbell on the back? Megan apparently finds that VERY important. Why do they go to such great lengths to remind us that Belphie’s a cow? Beel doesn’t rub his hands together 24/7. Mammon doesn’t even get bird wings.

Just like Satan spilled bleach, Belphie has tar pants.

It’s nice to see a change in pant style, but. Am I biased because I hate harem pants? Maybe. Are these harem pants too short on him? Yes. Maybe they were supposed to be parachute capris? But it just looks he outgrew them too fast and Lucifer won’t buy him new pants yet. At least they look comfy.

If he puts his keys in those pockets will his pants fall down? Probably. That’s a problem considering his are the only pants that look like they could hold any keys.

The shoes are fine. I can enjoy a high topped sneaker. …Is that a security tag? Did he steal his shoes. Belphie stole his shoes.

On the tiny tail hole, I appreciate that Belphie went for modesty. But I hope it’s impossible to wear these outfits outside of demon form because I don’t want him walking around with a tiny hole right above his ass.

Honestly he doesn’t even look like a demon? He just looks like… a cow.

There’s one more aspect of their demon forms that I didn’t feel comfortable forcing into a smaller space than it deserved: Silhouettes. Jo puts a lot of weight on silhouettes and their role in character design. Is it dynamic? Is it recognizable? Jo ranked them as such:

1. Lucifer: 9/10. Care and effort were put into this design and it shows. 2. Mammon: 7/10. Points deducted for most of it being form fitting but otherwise still manages to get a passing grade. 3 (tied). Beelzebub: 5/10. His wings have actual mass but his horns being mostly hidden by his head reduce his score. 3 (tied). Belphegor: 5/10. Evens out since his clothes aren’t as form fitting as the others but they also kind of turn him into a blob. 5. Asmodeus: 4/10, and only because he’s got multiple wings and that his tailcoat breaks up the bottom half. 6. Satan: 3/10, for the fact HIS BOA carries most of the work in altering his silhouette. 7. Leviathan: 2/10. The tail and horns prevent this from being a total flop.

Our (surprisingly unanimous!) ranking of their outfits (not counting Megan her opinions deviated) were:

Mammon

Lucifer

Leviathan

Belphegor

Beelzebub

Asmodeus

Satan

In conclusion, any M-rated fic that doesn’t have it take demon Satan 20 minutes to take off his shirt is too unrealistic.

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knightofthecourt · 4 years

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Love Bites - Chapter 4

Belatrice Gray was a TA at Belgrave University, working hard to stay on top of her marking and trying not to flunk her own studies, when a night out with her bff Randall and his roommates, changed everything.

Hamish Duke x OC fiction with fluff, romance and angst. OC description has been left out to allow for a little reader personalisation!

Vera glanced down as a large object rolled through her office and came to a stop a few feet away from her polished black louboutins. Tanner Jeffries’ eyes stared up at her, unseeing, from their dismembered perch.

She moved her gaze to the man who had just thrown the head. “Take a seat, Mr Duke.”

Hamish ignored her direction. Instead he strode up to her desk, placing himself directly in front of the Grand Magus.

Vera pursed her crimson lips, taking in the werewolf’s obvious distress, and stood to face him. “We'll, I imagine if you were here to kill me, you would have done so without the theatrics. Now please," she gestured at the chair in front of her.

Hamish didn’t move. Clenching his hands into fists he allowed his eyes to flash once, in warning. He could feel Tundra prowling below his surface, begging to be let loose again, and he had half a mind to give the wolf what it wanted.

"Very well." She nodded, sitting back down. "How can I help you, Mr Duke?"

“Your follower tried to kill us last night. He used a Mutatis spell to transform himself into a wolf. He kidnapped Bela- Belatrice Gray and used her as bait to lure the Knights into a trap. His plan failed.” He scanned her face, waiting for some sort of reaction. Vera looked at him as if he’d asked her how many lumps of sugar she wanted in her coffee.

“I see.” She waved towards the head at her feet. “And you decided to take matters into your own hands?”

Hamish felt himself edging closer to Tundra’s white-hot fury. He slammed his fists down between them, shaking the table and earning a small flinch from Vera. “This isn't the first time members of the Order have targeted us. You expect the Knights to protect you, but you send crazed zealots to attack innocent-”

“As much as I'd like to,” Vera interrupted him, her clipped tone echoing off the stone walls, “I do not track my disciples’ every move and I am certainly not responsible for Mr Jeffries’ actions.”

Hamish glared at her from across the table. She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. Yes, I did hear something about such a plot yesterday."

“And you didn't think to warn us?”

“In my experience, Acolytes very rarely get anywhere when they use spells above their training. They usually end up causing more damage to themselves than others. Anyway, it was my understanding that the Knights could handle themselves.”

“It’s not the Knights that I was worried about.”

Vera was surprised by how much this kidnapping had rattled the normally unflappable leader - and for a student too, not even a member of his pack. “If memory serves,” She said, considering her words, “werewolves can be deeply territorial. I wouldn’t want to step on any toes - or paws, by involving The Order in events concerning your girlfriend.”

“She's not my- that's not the point. Bela could have died, she almost did. She’s covered in bruises and we can’t even explain what happened to her.”

She studied him carefully. "Do I need to remind you about the importance of keeping this organisation a secret, Mr Duke?"

Hamish was taken aback. He removed his hands from the table and folded them across his chest. “I haven't broken any rules, Miss Stone.”

“Grand Magus,” She corrected him. “And good, let's keep it that way.” Vera flicked her hand and the doors to her office swung open with a sharp crack. “Now if you'll excuse me.”

Hamish didn't move.

She sighed. This conversation had already gone on for much longer than she would have liked. “Mr Duke, why are you still here?”

“You don't seem concerned that one of your lemmings nearly killed a student at your school Chancellor, or that I killed him.”

“As I said, cautionary tale.” Vera’s tone was cold. She was becoming more and more irritated by the second. “Let me make something very clear to you, Mr Duke. At the moment we have a mutually beneficial agreement with the Knights. As long as the arrangement continues it allows me to grant you, and your friends some leeway. Mr Jeffries dabbled in something dangerous, against the wishes of this Temple and he is clearly not going to have the luxury of making the same mistake twice.”

She rose from her chair and circled around the table, causing Hamish to take a step back.

“I could choose to punish you and your friends. I could remove your memories and make sure Miss Gray never even remembers meeting any of you, but you've removed a disorderly Acolyte from my midst and saved me the headache of having to find a replacement TA for Professor Liebernacht - that man would drive a Saint to drink. Consider the matter - and yourself - dismissed."

She turned away from him, refocusing herself on the manuscript laid out across her table. Their conversation was clearly over.

Hamish made it to the office door before she called him, “Mr Duke?”

Hamish glanced back at her.

“Send one of the Acolytes through to clear this up, before it stains my rug.”

“Yes, Grand Magus.”

- - - - -

“What-up, Ham Christian Anderson?”

Hamish grimaced at his phone. “First off, no.” Randall chuckled on the other end of the line. “Secondly, we don’t have to worry about Tanner anymore.”

“Oh dude,” Randall let out a low whistle. “Did you eat his heart?”

“Yes,” Hamish replied.

With Alyssa’s tracking spell it hadn’t taken long to find Tanner again. Caught out without the ingredients for his Mutatis spell, he’d been little threat to Tundra this time around.

“And then I decapitated him and took his head to Vera’s office.” Randall could hear the strain in the older man’s voice.

“What?” Randall’s shock was evident, “Um, isn’t declaring war on The Order something we should have discussed as a group first?”

Hamish ran a hand over his face as he walked across the Belgrave campus. Randall was right, he’d had no way of knowing how Vera would react to him showing up with a bloody head. In his anger he’d acted rashly, endangering the tenuous peace they’d established. “You’re right,” he sighed, “I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m sorry.”

“Ok, well what happened - do we need to start laying magic traps around the Den like in Home Alone?”

Hamish smiled to himself. Even worried Randall couldn’t resist a pop culture reference. “Not yet,” he said, “The Grand Magus gave us a pass on this one. She more or less implied that she would wipe all of our memories again if we stepped out of line and threatened to make Bela forget we exist, but she didn’t seem too upset that I killed Tanner.”

Randall sighed in relief. “Oh boy. Well, can you blame her? Do you remember when he brought a guitar to that house party and sat around playing it all night? What a douche.”

Hamish hummed in agreement.

“Wait,” said Randall, his voice rising a few decibels, “Was she more more, or more less with the mind-wiping? Because that was not a good time for any of us.”

“I’ll catch you up properly when I get back,” Hamish skirted around a student tour group. “I’m on my way to the Den now. Is Bela up yet?”

“Yeah, I took her home about an hour ago.” “You what?” Hamish stopped for a second and then took off towards the Den again, his pace faster.

“Haim, relax. I made sure she was fine. I’m going to go and check on her in a few hours. You know she’s my friend, right? I’m not going to let anything happen to her.”

“I know, but she shouldn’t be on her own. I should-”

“You should let her sleep.” Randall interrupted. “She’s had a long night - you both have. Tanner’s dead, she’s safe, Haim.” When Hamish didn’t answer he continued, “Listen, why don’t you go home and get some rest. I’ll check in on Bela in the morning and text you if anything comes up.”

Hamish shook his head and then remembered that his friend couldn’t see him. It had been a long night. “Randall, I know you mean well but I need to-”

“Look,” Randall interrupted, his voice firm. “I know you’re the boss but that wasn’t a request - go get some rest. You’re not any use to anyone at the moment.”

“Harsh, but fair.” Hamish could almost hear Randall smiling on the other end of the line. “Ok, you’re right - thanks.” He pressed end on the call and headed back to his apartment, trying to dampen the uneasy feeling rising from his stomach.

He hadn’t realised how much he was counting on seeing Bela until Randall said she wasn’t at the Den. The prospect of leaving her in someone else’s care, even someone he trusted as much as Randall, made him bristle in a way that was totally unfamiliar and not entirely unpleasant. He knew if he was in wolf form he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from going to her apartment, but Tundra wasn’t in charge right now, he was.

Now, Hamish thought as he crossed the sidewalk opposite his apartment, he just needed to actually believe that himself.

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INVOLVED: Summer Sanders, Ellie Rose, and Wynter Sanders TIME FRAME: Sunday, April 19, 2020 LOCATION: Sanders-Rose Home; Los angeles, California SUMMARY: While unpacking a few things, Wynter and Ellie stumble across Summer’s old sonogram photo. With the shock sinking in, Summer returns from a food run and Ellie and Summer talk about it, laying more secrets out into the open.

Wynter stood in the room with Ellie, after having moved all of the boxes marked for the master bedroom into the room. “Where should I put this last box?” she asked the woman, looking around at how everything was arranged.

Ellie looked at the mess that was their room, she sighed softly to herself, with at least the bed and mattress delivered they could make some sense of everything. She looked at Wynter and said, “just sit it right there,” as she folded her arms over her chest. “I guess all of the clothing items can go in the closet,” she said to the young girl.

Wynter nodded at Ellie as she moved with the box and sat it down off to the side. She looked around the room and hummed out, “what time is the rest of the furniture supposed to be arriving again?” She pulled her hair out of its ponytail and ran her fingers through it before she pushed it all back into a low bun. “Also, this was the last box,” she told Ellie, “as far as your stuff and Summer’s stuff goes,” she told the woman before she squatted before she box and opened it up.

“I don’t know, I have to check the email,” Ellie told the girl as she shifted on her feet, she dropped her arms and moved to a stack of boxes sliding them into the closet so that she could put some of those things away. She nodded her head at Wynter and said, “okay,” to her from the closet. She cracked a box open and pulled out a pair of shoes trying to decide how she wanted to organize everything.

Wynter took note of the items in the box being trinkets and things and she closed it before she moved to another. “Okay,” she said with a hum as she opened the next box filled with some of Summer’s clothes. She picked it up and moved it for the closet, placing it on the island in the center of the large closet. “Uh, which side would be yours and which side would be Summer’s?” she asked curiously.

“Put Summer’s stuff on the left,” Ellie said to the girl in an uncaring tone, it really didn’t matter to her either way. She was just over the entire moving process and she remembered now why she declined so many other lovers now. Licking her lips, she sat the shoes down before she decided she’d locate all her expensive bags and line them up in the closet first then her shoes. She walked out the closet and looked at each box trying to decide which was which, looking for titles.

Nodding slowly, Wynter looked towards the left side of the closet and she eyed the area there before she sighed deeply. She loved moving but she hated the unpacking. Licking her lips, she began pulling the items from the box, shaking them out and sorting them. Turning towards clothing rack spaces, she grabbed a hanger and got to work. She would just hang them for now and allow Summer to sort through everything as she wanted when she returned home.

Ellie unstacked boxes and restacked them until she found the box she was looking for. She opened it up to double check before she moved it into the closet. Ellie began to move the various Chanel bags, YSL bags, Balenciaga bags, and Hermes bags lining them up on the shelves in the closet. She moved one by one, essentially color coordinating them in the closet. She had placed nearly 25 bags up on the shelves before she moved the empty box back out of the closet. Moving back into the closet Ellie then removed shoes and filled the other shelves, color coordinating the Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, YSL, and Gucci heels.

Wynter placed item after item onto a hanger and into the space before she looked back at Ellie and all of the bags that she had lined up. They were all designer and all very expensive. Wow. “Ellie…” Wynter said softly. “You’re rich, rich,” she giggled softly before she took the empty box off the island and moved it out of the room. She grabbed another box of Summer’s things, moving back into the closet easily. She sat it on the island, flipping the lapels open. She eyed the items before she looked at Ellie once more with all of her designer shoes, her eyebrows rising to her hairline.

Ellie looked at Wynter and shook her head a little with a smirk. “Nah,” she said to her smoothly. “Some were gifts,” she told her truthfully as she lined the shoes up, of which she had tons of thanks to the boutique as well. She continued to empty the shoe box until she took it out of the closet and back into the room. Ellie grabbed another box with clothes that were to be hung of hers and she grabbed some hangers moving to hang them up in color order in the spot she wanted them to go in.

Wynter watched Ellie and she nodded, “gifts?” she questioned her slightly. “So, you know my birthday is coming up,” she smiled brightly at Ellie as she began pulling out some of Summer’s undergarments with a small scrunch of her face. “Uh, is underwear going in this thing?” she asked, patting the island. “Or in the dresser?” she asked Ellie before she shifted on her feet. “Do you guys really need the dresser with all of this closet space?”

“Yeah gifts,” Ellie said, hanging up her more expensive dresses, sweats, and tops. Most of which had tags on them still. “Is it now?” she asked her slyly with a smirk on her lips and she hung more clothes up. “And what should Summer and I get you?” she asked the young girl. “No, I think we are going to use that for accessories and stuff, they’ll go in the dresser with pajamas, lounge wear, and underwear,” she told her. “Yes, we do, it completes the set one and two we have a lot of things. Well I know I do,” she told her softly.

Wynter smirked back at Ellie and she nodded, “it is, July 15th,” she told the woman easily. “Right around the corner,” she smiled. “Oh, I don’t know…” she chuckled softly, “I wouldn't mind a Gucci backpack or something,” she said looking at Ellie before she pulled more of Summer’s undergarments from the box. However, at Ellie’s words and explanation, she stopped short. “Okay, so I’ll let Summer unpack this…” she trailed off as she looked back down into the box, her head tilting to the side slightly.

Ellie shook her head at the girl. “Is that right?” she asked her as she named exactly what she wanted for her birthday. “July 15th got it,” she responded, hanging up a few more shirts in the meantime. “No problem,” she told her easily as she worked through the box she was on.

Wynter nodded slightly at Ellie as she reached into the box, her fingers gripping into the edge of what looked like a picture. She pulled it out of the box from under the clothes and she held it up, gazing at the photo with a hum. She flipped it over to the back before she looked at it again. “Ellie…” she said, holding it out to the woman. It was an old sonogram photo with Summer's name in the top left-hand corner along with other information displayed elsewhere across the image. “This is a sonogram, right?” she asked her, a bit confused. If course she knew what a sonogram looked like, but the fact that it was Summer’s was throwing her for a loop.

Ellie placed a dress on a hanger and placed it on the rack before she looked back. “Huh?” she asked her softly. She moved towards her pulling her yoga pants up over her stomach as she did. “A what?” she asked her confused as she looked down, she grabbed it from her and read the information across it. “Yeah,” she said barely as she looked on in shock, how the hell is this possible? In all of this time, she hadn’t heard a single thing about a child or what could have been. “You knew about this?” she asked, unsure of what else to say right now.

Wynter looked at Ellie as she moved closer and examined. At the question, Wynter shook her head. “No…” she said softly, looking at the picture of the fetus in Ellie’s hand. “This says 2012... I was like 7…” she bit her lip, looking towards Ellie in shock.

Ellie looked at Wynter and then she looked back down at the photo, she heard the girl’s words, but she was too confused herself to comment on that. Instead she looked at her and said, “put it back where you found it,” easily as she looked into her eyes and then walked away. Ellie knelt down by the box and she picked a shirt up out of it, what the hell?

Wynter stared at the side of Ellie’s face until she was told to put the sonogram back. “Huh?” she said softly, almost in a daze herself as she took the image from Ellie, her fingers gently grazing over the image before she licked her lips slowly. Lifting the items in the box, she gently placed it back where she thought that she had found it before she placed the rest of the items back into the box. Finally, she turned to Ellie and said, “Summer doesn’t have a kid…” knowingly. “I don’t even remember her… gaining weight or… being pregnant…” she said thoughtfully, racking her brain. She was young then but surely, she would have remembered that.

Ellie heard Wynter but she didn’t respond, the girl needed to place the item back where she got it from. Ellie continued to hang things up until the box was empty and she looked at Wynter saying nothing before she looked away from her grabbing another box filled with pants and jeans.

Wynter kept going as Ellie spoke no words. “Like… she would have said something right?” she asked Ellie as she grabbed the box and moved it out of the closet. “Do you think she got rid of it?” she spoke aloud, wondering to herself. “That just doesn’t seem like Summer…” she admitted, picking up another box and moving with it back into the closet. She sat the box down and looked at Ellie. “She didn’t mention it to you?”

Summer moved back into the house with bags of food in her hands. She moved through the space moving into the kitchen to place the bags down. She brushed her braids back before she moved back out to her car to grab the drinks. Holding the cup holder in one hand, Summer moved back into the house, closing and locking the door behind her as she did so. “I’m back!” she called out loudly as she moved to the kitchen again. Sitting the drinks down, she reached into one of the bags and pulled out her fries, popping a few into her mouth hungrily.

Ellie looked at Wynter as she continued to talk, rambling on and on before her. She placed another article of clothing up in the closet before she moved the folded jeans onto shelves. Ellie said, “no,” quietly to Wynter wanting her to drop it. They’d seen it but now it was time for them to erase it from their minds. Hearing Summer call out in the large empty space she looked at Wynter and said, “don’t say anything,” as she moved to walk out the closet. “Go eat,” she said pointing towards their bedroom door.

Wynter looked at Ellie as she answered the question and she bit her lip hard. “B-...” she trailed off her protest as Ellie told her to go eat sternly. Sighing out, she moved out of the closet and made her way downstairs. As she reached the kitchen, she looked at Summer, confusion spread across her face as she asked, “which one is mine?” looking at the various bags on the counter.

Summer pulled her container of atomic wings from the bag and looked at Wynter as she came down. She took in the expression of her sisters face and asked, “what’s wrong with you?” as she handed the girl her own Wingstop bag. “Where’s Ellie?” she asked next, looking towards the steps expectantly as she opened her container and bit down on a wing with a hum of appreciation.

Ellie watched Wynter leave and she moved back to Summer’s box, she shuffled through it finding the picture again. She tilted her head gently, none of this made sense to her still and she squinted. It wasn’t her business to know, she guessed, but clearly, she was hiding it. Why else would it be in this box of all places? Putting the photo back she moved out of the closet and through the house, down the stairs, and to the kitchen. She looked at Wynter, giving her a knowing look, before she looked at Summer.

Wynter shook her head. “Nothing, I’m fine,” she said easily, shaking it off. Taking the bag, Wynter opened it and began to pull her food out quietly. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. “Upstairs…” she said with a shrug as she stuffed a few fries into her mouth. As Ellie approached, Wynter looked back at her before she dropped her eyes to her food opening up her box. She looked at the Lemon Pepper wings with a small sigh before she picked one up and began to eat it.

Summer looked at Wynter, eyeing the girl carefully as she sucked the meat off the bone. Clearly the girl was not alright, but she��d take it for now. As Ellie approached Summer smirked at her, sliding the bag across the counter. “Fries and half and half, BBQ and Lemon Pepper,” she told her easily. “Y’all alright?” she questioned after she took a moment to really take in Ellie as well. What happened while she was gone? It had only been maybe 30 minutes.

Ellie watched the bag and she nodded her head at the woman, taking the bag and sliding it closer to herself. Ellie opened the bag and pulled her things out of it resting it on the counter. At Summer’s question she looked at her and then over to Wynter. “Yeah,” she said tucking her lips in before she opened her box of wings and looked them over.

Wynter stood there awkwardly, looking at her wings and fries as she ate. She wanted so badly to ask Summer so many questions, but she knew better of it. Clearly Summer had the image tucked away for a reason, she didn’t want it to be seen. Eating quietly, she shifted on her feet. “Uh, I’m going to go eat outside,” she told them before she collected her food and moved out to the backyard. She moved out towards the grilling area and sat her food down with a shake of her head.

Summer eyed them both as she ate another wing with a hum. They were both acting very strangely. Summer was sure Ellie was still a bit upset about what happened a few nights ago before the move but Wynter acting weird was odd to her. What was the deal? Licking her fingers a little, she watched as Wynter took her food and walked out to the backyard before she looked at Ellie. “What happened while I was out?”

Ellie picked up a few fries and popped them into his mouth chewing lightly on them. She grabbed the container of ranch and she popped the lid, dipping some fries into the sauce and placing them into her mouth. She chewed looking at Wynter as she left her alone with Summer and she sighed. At Summer’s question she looked up at her and said, “nothing,” as she picked up a chicken wing and began to eat it.

Summer looked at Ellie and she squinted slightly. “Okay…” she said with a hum, not really believing her but what else could she do? She picked up a few more of her fries before she said, “I talked to the delivery people while I was out; the dressers, couches, chairs, and tables should be here within the next 30 minutes to an hour,” before she pushed the fries into her mouth.

Ellie cleaned that bone and picked up another chicken wing eating from it as well, she nodded her head at her comment. “Good,” she said, her eyes not moving to Summer and she dropped that bone as well, licking her lips and picking up some fries and popping them into her mouth.

“Ellie…” Summer sighed out now, cleaning her hands with a napkin from the bag. “Can you please stop being mad at me now?” she asked. She had really thought maybe they were over it after moving in yesterday and all but clearly, they weren’t. “I’m sorry… okay…” Summer bit her lip hard, really not even sure what she was apologizing for now.

Ellie looked back up at Summer and she furrowed her brows at her, oh that. Yeah, she wanted to kill her for a few days but she hadn’t thought much of it for a while. She picked up some more fries and said, “I’m not mad,” to the woman looking up at her than down at her chicken as she picked a piece up and bit it. “No need to apologize,” she told her.

Looking at Ellie as the woman furrowed her brows, Summer tilted her head to the side a little. “Then what is it?” she asked her softly. “Is it the house?” she questioned curiously. “Both of you came down here like someone ran over your puppy…” she said, licking her lips before she picked up another wing and began to eat it, a bit of sweat forming on her brow from the intensity of the wings.

Ellie sighed heavily, sitting the wing down, she picked up a napkin and wiped her hands. “We found the sonogram Summer,” she finally said to her. She looked at the woman in her eyes for a long time before she closed her wing box. “We were trying to put everything away,” she said quietly as she rested the napkin on the counter and her hands.

Sucking the meat from the bone, Summer looked at Ellie as she sighed out like she was about to say something very heavy and when she did, Summer choked on the piece of meat sliding down her throat. She dropped the bone and began patting her chest gently as she reached for her drink. Gulping some down quickly, she looked at Ellie with wide eyes as she settled. She had no idea what to say. Truthfully, she didn’t know why she was still hanging onto the sonogram after all these years. All it was, was a painful memory.

Ellie looked at her watching her choke a little and she shuffled on her feet gently. She looked down before she looked back up. Summer didn’t say anything, so Ellie didn’t either instead she placed another fry into her mouth and chewed lightly.

Summer sat her cup down and she calmed herself, licking her lips slowly. She looked away from Ellie, then down at her food. Her appetite was completely gone now. She felt a bit numb too. Closing the container, Summer turned to the fridge and placed it inside randomly before she stood back at the counter, her hands pressed into it. “Well… now you know…” she said softly.

Ellie watched the woman as she put her food up and she tilted her head, at her words she shrugged slightly. “Know what?” she asked her. “What do I know?” she asked her. She saw a photo, that was it and nothing more. Any details revolving around it would have to come from her because a photo couldn’t tell her anything.

Summer looked at Ellie before she looked away from her, letting out a deep sigh. She shook her head slightly before she picked up a napkin and began to clean her hands more, fiddling with it. “I was pregnant once upon a time…” she said with a shrug.

Ellie looked at Summer as she wiped her hands and then nonchalantly told her she was pregnant once before. “Okay, that’s obvious,” she told her, biting her tongue to not further what she wanted to say. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked her curiously. “Is this what you called my sister over?” she asked her putting two-and-two together.

Summer sighed out, looking at the napkin in her hands at Ellie’s words. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth gnawing on it. Ellie had hit her with two questions back to back and she didn’t know what to say. She let go of the napkin and ran her fingers through her braids before she looked to Ellie briefly. “I don’t talk about it,” she finally said, her shoulders dropping a bit, not answering the second question at all.

Ellie nodded her head at her. “Okay,” she said easily, that was understandable in her opinion. She didn’t talk about her abortion, so much so that her own sister didn’t know about it. So that was fine by her. She ate more of her fries before she searched for ketchup grabbing some to use as well on them.

Summer shifted on her feet slightly as Ellie just accepted the answer for what it was and she nodded slowly. Pressing her hands into the counter a bit harder, Summer gripped it slightly as she tried to keep her emotions at bay. It was over six years ago, but Summer still felt the pain like it was yesterday. She sniffled softly before she quickly wiped under her eyes, looking away from Ellie.

Ellie grabbed the ketchup and moved back to her fries, uncapping the bottle and squeezing some onto the fries and when she was done she sat the bottle down. She picked up fries and dipped them into the ranch as well eating on them quietly. “I was Wynter’s age when I lost my virginity,” she said as she stuck another fry into her mouth chewing lightly. “And I was a year older than her when I got pregnant,” she announced. She swallowed hard, “so I get it,” she said to her, “choices being made, you not being able to control them yourself,” she said to her. “I wanted the baby… I just couldn’t keep it,” she told her sighing softly. “You, God, and my best friend are the only people that know,” she told her.

Summer sniffled a bit more, trying to suck up her tears as she stared down at the floor. However, when Ellie began to speak, Summer looked over at her slowly. She blinked hard, a tear rolling down her face as Ellie spoke to her, telling her things that she already knew. She sucked in a harsh breath at Ellie’s story. She’d had an abortion at fifteen, but it still wasn’t the same. She was sure Ellie still felt pain from it and she definitely felt for her. “I’m sorry Ellie…” Summer whispered, her voice shaking a bit as she swallowed hard. “I… I didn’t have an abortion though…” she said simply, explaining a bit more of her own story.

Ellie looked at Summer as she cried. “I gathered that,” she told her, looking down apparently, she was just told in a very sly way that their pain didn’t equate, funny. She looked back up at her tilting her head to the right and she said, “I’m sorry,” back to her, it was only right. They have both lost children there was no need to weigh either in her opinion.

Summer shifted on her feet at Ellie’s response to her. “I, uh, I had a miscarriage at sixteen weeks…” she said softly, shaking her head a little. “J-Jasmine found me in the bathroom of our dorm basically bleeding out…” she whispered, wiping more tears from under her eyes.

Ellie continued to look at her and she nodded her head slowly, as the woman went to explain the gruesome details and she looked down, closing her eyes gently. What a trigger she never expected. Ellie can distinctly remember screaming crying for days straight, well at least that was Sabrina’s account. She looked up at her as she pushed off the counter moving towards her. “It’s okay,” she told her very quietly as she wrapped the woman up in her arms.

Summer used her palms to wipe her face gently as she tried her hardest to not relive that day. As Ellie moved for her, wrapping her up, she wrapped her arms back around the woman. Hugging Ellie close, Summer pressed a kiss to her forehead as she sniffled hard. She dropped her head to the top of Ellie’s, squeezing her a bit as she held her. “Ellie I’m really sorry,” she breathed out.

Ellie hugged Summer tightly and she rubbed her hand up and down the woman’s back. “Stop apologizing,” she whispered to her quietly, she closed her eyes and let her heavy tear fall finally. “You okay?” she asked, pulling away from her gently to stroke her face.

Holding Ellie, Summer sniffled hard ass Ellie told her to stop apologizing. Pulling back a little, Summer gazed at Ellie, her hands coming up to wipe the tear that fell down Ellie’s cheek. Nodding, she said, “y-yeah…” as she pressed a kiss to her lips gently before she pulled back once more. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, “just still really tough…” she bit her lip.

Ellie nodded her head at her as she spoke and she kissed her back gently against her lips. “Yeah,” she said nodding, sniffles leaving her as she caught two more tears before they could fall down her face with the palm of her hand.

Biting her lip hard, Summer gazed at Ellie. “A-are you okay?” she asked softly. An abortion at fifteen. That was baffling to her. She couldn’t even imagine. She brought a hand to Ellie’s cheek as well, stroking away one of her tears.

Ellie nodded her head at the woman but she wasn't; she was hurt and she began to cry a little harder now, why she didn’t know. Maybe because of what she had done or from telling Summer her deepest darkest secret. She didn’t know but the flood gate had been open.

Summer nodded at Ellie’s nod and she hugged Ellie close once more, holding her tightly as she once again dropped her head to Ellie’s. As Ellie began sobbing Summer held her tighter, her hands rubbing up and down her back gently. Ellie crying the way she was, stirred up emotions inside of her and she began to cry harder as well. She let out a small cry, hugging Ellie even tighter. She vividly remembered walking into the bathroom after she felt some of the most excruciating cramps of her life only to fall to her knees in pain. Having a miscarriage at sixteen weeks was literally like pushing out your child as if you were delivering.

Ellie held onto Summer sniffling harder now as she tried to calm herself down, this happened to have been the very first serious thing they experienced together. It was also the first time Ellie ever full out cried in front of the woman before. She swallowed hard as she clutched Summer as she cried along with her.

Summer sniffled hard, holding into Ellie for dear life as she shook a bit in her arms. Emotions were spilling from her left and right, but it did feel like a weight had been lifted off of her chest now that Ellie knew. Closing her eyes, tears still slid from them as she gripped Ellie. “Wow…” she breathed out softly, “we are broken as fuck,” she said truthfully as she cried.

Ellie exhaled quietly and pulled away from the woman as she looked at her intensely. She grabbed herself a napkin and Summer one as well, handing it over to her she used her own to dry her face. She wasn’t broken, she hated that damn word.

Summer shifted as Ellie pulled away from her and handed her the napkin and she took it, patting her face dry. She let out a deep, sad sigh as she looked at Ellie with a small frown. “What?” she asked her softly now, voice a little hoarse from the crying.

Ellie shook her head at her and said, “nothing,” quietly as she continued to pat her face dry. She sat the napkin aside licking her lips gently. “We should finish unpacking,” she suggested.

Summer nodded slightly at Ellie as she blew her nose before she moved to toss the napkin in the trash and wash her hands. At Ellie’s suggestion, Summer nodded. “Y-Yeah…” she said, clearing her throat as she moved to place her fries into the fridge to finish later. Feeling her phone buzz in her pocket, she pulled it out and looked at the message. “The furniture just arrived,” she told Ellie with a sigh.

Wynter, who had long since finished eating, had been squatting just outside of the kitchen window, listening to every word they shared and she had her hand clamped over her mouth as she cried softly, feeling for the both of them. She was in a state of utter shock.

Ellie looked away from Summer and she nodded her head at the woman as she leaned against the counter with arms folded over her chest. “I’ll go get Wynter,” she told her as she walked away from the woman and moved outside for her in the backyard.

Summer licked her lips slowly as she wiped her face with her hands one more time before she moved to get the door. Walking outside to the front of the house, she eyed the giant truck that housed much of their furniture and the four guys that were currently unloading things into the sidewalk.

Wynter heard Ellie and she scrambled up as quickly as she could, using her shirt to wipe her face as she tried to rush away from the window. She clambered back over to the grill quickly.

Ellie walked outside and looked at Wynter, she took her in and licked her lips. “The furniture is being delivered,” she told her folding her arms over her chest. “You okay?” she asked her.

Summer watched them closely before she let out a sigh and moved down the walkway, meeting the men on the sidewalk. She stood there, her hands on her hips as she licked her lips slowly. Luckily there were four guys because she wasn’t about to hurt her back trying to help them. Not after lifting all of the heavy boxes just a day ago.

Wynter turned and looked at Ellie slowly, biting her lip hard as she nodded. “Okay,” she said, “Uh, I’m finished…” she trailed off at Ellie’s question and she nodded once more. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” she said as she stifled a sniffle, her eyes red.

Ellie looked at Wynter and she moved to her reaching her arms out for the girl to get a hug. “You heard us?” she asked her softly as she rubbed her back gently.

“Uh, we can start by just getting everything into the living room,” Summer said to the guys. “There’s plenty of space and from there, my girlfriend can tell you where she wants everything,” she told them easily as she turned back to the front gate before she said, “I’ll open the driveway gate, it’ll be much easier to move the bigger items through that way.”

Wynter gazed at Ellie and she nodded softly as she walked into her arms for the hug. She buried her face in Ellie’s neck and let out a harsh breath as she hugged her tightly. “I am so sorry Ellie,” Wynter said lovingly.

Ellie nodded her head. “It’s fine little duck,” she told her lovingly, “I’m okay and Summer is okay. I think you should talk to her, if you need to. Don’t hold it in okay,” she told her, pecking her forehead gently.

Summer moved to open the gate, locking it in place to keep it open for the guys. “Please be careful inside of the house, if you scuff the floors, she will kill you with her bare hands…” Summer told them as they moved past her holding the plastic wrapped white couch Ellie had picked out for the living room.

Wynter slowly pulled her face from Ellie’s neck and she nodded slowly. “I’m a listening ear if you ever want to talk,” she told Ellie softly. “And I’ll talk to Summer…” she said gently, with a sniffle as she used her hand to wipe under her nose.

Ellie nodded at the girl a small chuckle leaving her. “Sure thing,” she said softly. She stroked her cheek before she said, “come on,” dragging her back into the home with her arm wrapped around her.

Summer nodded her head, watching as the other two men moved past her with the dresser for Wynter’s room. She followed behind them into the house. “Oh, ah, please watch the door frame,” she said wincing softly.

Wynter smiled softly at Ellie and she wiped her eyes once more before she nodded, letting Ellie tug her along into the house.

#thread #thread: truth is #thread with: summer rae #thread with: ellie beatrice #thread with: wynter tatiana

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hennessystevens-udaku · 6 years

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Fast Lane

A little bit of filth based off this post.. What can I say.. I’m a thrill seeker 😏

The lights of the city whizzed by as Erik sped down the expressway. It was his birthday and his favorite stoner decided to treat him to dinner.

“I’m paying,” he had argued when they were seated at the table.

“You will do no such thing,” she responds not bothering to look up from her menu. “Let me spoil you for once, fathead.”

“Fine,” he finally concedes, placing his wallet back in his pocket. The pair enjoyed a lovely dinner of tomahawk ribeyes, lobster tails, and more Hennessy shots than they knew what to do with. It was nights like this that he loved about their friendship, situationship, whatever the hell it was.

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“I had fun tonight, Princess. One of the best birthdays I’ve ever had,” he said with a smile as his right hand rubbed her exposed thigh.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. But I’m still kinda hungry,” Hennessy states as her eyes roamed his profile hungrily. He’d chosen a textured black on black suit with matching Christian Louboutin loafers. His usual bottom canines had been replaced with a full bottom grill, a gift from the beautiful stoner herself, and his dreads were neatly braided to the back of his head just the way she liked.

“Is that so? What you got a taste for Sunshine?” He asked returning her hungry stare. She didn’t answer, but leaned over to place soft kisses down his jawline.

“What you tryna do, ma?” he tried again as his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

“You,” she answered lustfully. His lips curled into his signature sly smirk.

“Right now?” His voice came out low and husky as her hand ghosted over his clothed erection. Car sex always turned Hennessy on, but this time she wanted to up the ante a little.

“I can’t wait Daddy,” she purred as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “Eyes on the road.” That was the only instruction she gave before she freed his member and began flicking her tongue over his sensitive head. His teeth began gnawing at his bottom lip as she relaxed her throat, pushing him down as far as she could.

“Fuck,” he moaned out as he closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the way his dick felt at the back of her throat.

“Eyes on the road, Mr. Stevens,” she repeated as she gripped the base of his shaft twisting her wrist as she stroked him. She was incredibly wet and the ride back to their shared apartment seemed to be taking much longer than usual. Confident that he would be able to control himself, she went back to sloppily slurping him, allowing spit to collect under her chin and drip down his leg.

“Gahdamn, look at you making a mess,” he moaned as he slowly began thrusting his hips up into her mouth. She moaned at his encouragement, allowing the vibrations to travel up his shaft.

She was thankful that he was so tall, his seat already pushed as far back as it would go. She sat up and slowly wiggled out of her panties. Erik glanced at her, raising an eyebrow as she lifted her dress.

“Mama?” he questioned.

“Yes Daddy?”

“What you bout to do, baby?”

“Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” she said as she straddled his lap and slowly eased herself down on him. They both groaned at the way he stretched her, feeling her slickness coat him. He was thankful for the tint that he put on the NSX, making their actions invisible to those on the outside. He was tempted to let the top back, but he didn’t wanna deal with those problems.

“Shit Hennessy,” he groaned as she slowly rolled her hips against him. He took one hand off the wheel, using in to palm her ass and aid in her movements. She rested her head on his shoulder and moaned in his ear as her movements began to increase in speed. It took everything in Erik not to close his eyes and completely lose himself in her, but as much as he loved the way her pussy gripped his dick, he loved living just a little bit more.

“You feel so fucking good Princess,” he praised as he began thrusting up into her.

“You feel good too Daddy,” she purred. The sound of a horn blaring briefly pulled them out of euphoria. Erik swerved, barely avoiding a crash with a Suburban. Hennessy giggled before restarting her ministrations.

“Don’t crash Daddy,” she teased, sucking on his sweet spot.

“I-I won’t baby. I’m good,” he strained.

“You sure,” she asked as she began to bounce faster. He answered her with a sharp smack to her ass and a low growl.

“I told you I’m good. Just keep doing what you doing.” He could feel his release creeping up. She could feel it too, and began squeezing her walls around him.

“Hennessyyyy,” he moaned. “Shit I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum Daddy, give me my nut.” That was all that it too for Erik to slam her down on his lap and release his seed deep into her. She kept her head resting on his shoulder, grinding herself to her own release.

“Gahdamn girl, you really know how to make a nigga feel special on his birthday.” She didn’t answer, but slowly began to roll her hips again. Erik smashed the gas, making it home in record time as Hennessy’s bouncing picked up speed again. He halfass parked in the spot before snatching her out of the car and throwing her over his shoulder. When they entered the apartment he threw her on the couch and started stripping out of the tux. She looked up at him with hooded eyes.

“What you staring so hard for? Grab ya ankles.”

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#my shit #Hennessy Chiron #Erik Stevens #Erik Killmonger #erik x henny #killmonger smut

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queenvh-archive · 5 years

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Vanessa Hudgens as Sparkling and Pink Diamond Satine - Moulin Rouge

O U T F I T - 1: T H E S P A R K L I N G D I A M O N D

DRESS - Silver Antique Jeweled Cocktail dress by Marchesa SHOES - Faridaravie 100 in Silver by Christian Louboutin Paired with custom made top hat.

DETAILS: The dress was altered in order to be shorter and fit Vanessa’s height better and to be more similar to the original Satine costume. The black chiffon overlay was kept as on the original design of the dress.

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RED CARPET OUTFIT CHANGE:

inspiration here

The red carpet change will happen in a similar way to the movie, with people circling the actress in order to shield her holding the big ball skirts and burlesque feathers.

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O U T F I T - 2: T H E P I N K D I A M O N D

DRESS - Asymmetric ombré tulle gown by Marchesa SHOES - Faridaravie 100 in Silver by Christian Louboutin DETAILS: Georgina Chapman was kind enough to alter this dress as well. The bodice became tighter so it’s more corset like and heart shaped embellishments were added to each breast to resemble the original costume. The rest of the bodice has also been embelished with small Swarovski crystals in order to provide that extra sparkle. The skirt of the dress became more hi-low so it’s shorter at the front and floor length at the back, again to resemble the original Nicole Kidman costume in Buzz Luhrman’s masterpiece.

#hollywoodfameevent #hfrpgala #queueing this as I won't be online #both are a reimagined version of Satine #and I've been waiting to post this since Tuesday! Lol

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loserholland · 6 years

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Twenty Dollars

Tom Holland

Pairing ↠ Tom Holland x Reader

Warning ↠ LOTS OF FLUFF, a hint of smut at the end teehee and (Daddy kink

Word Count ↠ 2,046

Summary ↠ When pictures of the Reader and Tom alone in paris together surface, fans begin to think that they’re dating. Though the fans will get their answer’s at ACE Comic Con.

P.S ↠ Kate Bishop isn’t in Infinity War just wanted to add her in because I love Kate Bishop sm, she’s a QUEEN.

☞ Masterlist ☜

It’s been two weeks since (Y/N) and Tom had come back from Paris, two weeks since the paparazzi and fans had uploaded photo’s of the two alone in Paris together. Endless tweet’s of ‘Are you and Tom dating?’ ‘(Y/N) & Tom alone together in Paris!’ ‘Marvel Star’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) & Tom Holland new power couple?’.

The couple had kept their relationship on the down low, their closes friends and family knew, and so did the marvel cast. Though they hadn’t official announce their relationship to the world, but a weekend in Paris changed everything. Yes fans had suspected the two beans dating, many ship accounts and constant tweets of ‘Just date already!’ ‘A cute pair of smol beans who are meant for each other.’ ‘When (Y/N) and Tom date, I can die happily.’ etc.

ACE Comic Con was coming up and will be our first appearance since Paris, our mangers said to just keep it on the down low and announce our relationship when we want to. Tom and I began to pack entering in and out of our shared closet “So do you wanna maybe wanna confirm that we’re dating at one of the panels?” I questioned picking out which heels I plan to bring “If you’re comfortable to confirm in front of a thousand of our fans, then yes.” Tom answered. I walked back out to our bedroom placing my heels into my suitcase, throwing in what ever clothing I had picked out.

Now you must be wondering how we met, well it all started on set I was casted for the roll of Kate Bishop aka Hawkeye one of the member of the young avengers. From then on we became good friends, bestfriends and well a couple. I know very cliché, falling in love with your bestfriend. I mean who wouldn’t fall in love with Tom, he’s gorgeous, sweet and a little very nerdy.

It was currently ten in the morning and our flight was at four, last minute packing is always great. By the time it was twelve we were done packing and had a little lunch we had to be at the airport by one-thirty, we rushed around the condo double checking if we got everything. “Love? Got everything?” I asked Tom as I dragged my suitcase to the front door, I entered our shared bedroom as Tom sat on his suitcase attempting to close it “Love?” I questioned as he turned to the door “Darling, help me close this.” I laughed at his actions before heading over to close it. I looked down at my apple watch twelve-fortyfive.

“Love we have to go before we catch traffic.”

We arrived in Seattle at about Seven, we ordered room service so we didn’t have to leave the hotel since we need to be up so early. By the time it was Ten, Tom and I got into bed my head rested on his bare chest as I traced random patterns on his back “Love?” I whispered as Tom hummed, I pulled away to look up at him “How do you think the fans will react?” Tom sighed tucking a piece of hair behind my ear “They’ll be excited, but a little sad that I’m off the market-” I whacked his chest playfully causing him to laugh leaning down to kiss my forehead “Though, if they’re true fans, they’ll accept the fact that we’re dating and that I love you.” I smiled leaning up to give him a chaste kiss “I love you too.” I rested my head in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist slowly drifting into a deep slumber.

Morning came quick, we had to be down at the convention center at Eleven sharp, I wore a simply outfit a white cami body suit, along with black jeans that had a little ruffle along the bottom with a gucci belt, and a pair of Christian Louboutin grey suede Pigalle’s. I accessorized with a layered necklace and a few bracelets. Once I was done curling my hair and applying mascara and lip gloss I exited the bathroom to see Tom sitting at the edge of the bed he wore a simple black top pair with denim jeans paired with brown boots and watch on his left wrist.

“Ready to go love.” I grabbed my purse and phone as Tom cleared his throat I turned to look at him “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he questioned as I furrowed my brows, I have my phone, wallet, pass, lipgloss, what am I forgetting “No, I don’t think I’m forgetting anything.” he walked over taking off his brown leather jacket and placed it over my shoulders as I stood there confused.

“I don’t want anyone looking at my girls girls.” he pointed at my slight exposed chest causing me to giggle oh he was jealous “Awe is Tommy jealous?” Tom rolled his eyes as he avoided eye contact I placed my hand on his cheek as I kissed him these heels still make me a bit shorter than him “No need to be jealous Tommy, you’re the only one who get’s to see them. Now let’s go hm?”

Once we got to the convention center, we were dropped off at the back so we could get to our panels that started in about five minutes. Sebastian and Anthony we’re currently at the panel Tom and I were going to join, I placed my purse in the little room that we had backstage as we headed to the panel that was down the hall. I was to go on first then Tom would join about ten minutes later, Tom and I stood backstage it was as we waited for my cue. I wrapped my arms around Tom’s torso as I rest my head on his chest “So when you come on, and if a fan ask if we’re dating then we’ll answer the question together?” I asked Tom pulling away to look up at Tom’s face as he nodded tucking a piece of hair behind my ear “I’m pretty sure someone is bound to ask that question.” Tom said as I nodded kissing him once more “(Y/N) you’re on in thirty.” the person working backstage handed me a mic as I kissed Tom once more waiting for Seb to introduce me.

“We have another guest.” Seb said as the crowd cheered “She’s my little sister and will kick your ass. Kate Bishop aka Hawkeye the youngest avenger, the one and only (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” I made my way up the stage waving at the crowd as they cheered Anthony and Seb stood up as I gave them a quick hug then sat next to Seb.

“Hi guys!” I said into the mic as the crowd went wild shouts of ‘I loved you!”as I giggled “I love you too!” I crossed my right leg over my left as the interviewer began to ask me questions “So what’s it like to play Kate Bishop?” I sighed “Well, it takes a lot of working out and training, honestly there was never a time before and during the film I was in the gym. It was like a daily thing and I’ve gotten use to waking up at Six to work out for about two hours.” The interviewer nodded as he went on to ask more questions, “So I’ve heard you did your own stunts?” the crowd cheered as I nodded “Yes actually I decided to do my own stunts, which meant lots of practice and of course the fight scenes are choreographed so endless days practicing to get it perfect.” Tom watched his beautiful girlfriend smiling to himself as he thought of how lucky he was to have a girlfriend like you.

About ten minutes later the interviewer said “We’re actually gonna bring out one more person for questions.” Tom made his way up the stage causing the crowd to go wild he waved at the crowd for a little bit as I smiled a little, your boyfriend wiggled himself between you and Anthony as he rested his right arm on the couch fans began to line up waiting to ask questions. So far there was about five fans that asked about our roles and if we’d like to have our own movie or on our ‘deaths.’ in Infinity war. Another fan walked up to the mic she seemed to be about twelve or thirteen years old “Hi I’m Audrey, this question goes out to (Y/N).I love you” she began and made heart shaped hands as I said “Hi Audrey. I love you too!” I mimicked her actions.

“So, that jacket looks awfully familiar.. is that Tom’s jacket?” the crowd began to go wild as I glanced at Tom then back at the crowd nodding “Yes, this is his jacket.” the crowd began to scream as Tom added in “I didn’t want her to be cold, plus she looks way better in it than me right?” some fans began to scream ‘Yes!’ as Tom gasped dramatically “Guys! You were suppose to say I look better!” I playfully hit Tom’s shoulder.

“Hi, my name is Brooklyn and this question goes out to Tom and (Y/N) my parents.” Seb choked on the water he was drinking causing the crowd to erupt in laughter “I’m sorry Brooklyn please continue.” Seb apologized as I patted his back lightly holding in my laughter. “So, I’ve, well we’ve seen pictures of you two in Paris so we just want to know are you two dating?” I looked at Tom as he took he intwined his right hand with my left hand kissing the back of my hand “Yes, we’re dating.” Brooklyn screamed into the mic as did others fans.

Anthony stood up and pointed at Seb “You owe me twenty bucks!” as Tom and I stared at him confusingly “Seb and I made a bet that one of your fans would ask if you two were dating, I said yes a fan would ask and he said no. So I get twenty bucks!”

New headlines were out ‘Marvel stars (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tom Holland confirm relationship.’

I laid my head on Tom’s bare chest scrolling through instagram, tons of fans posted pictures of us on stage with our hands intwined tons of different captions ‘I can die happy!’ ‘My parents!’ ‘My ship sailed!’ I liked some of the photos that the fan accounts tagged me in before placing my phone of the nightstand. Tom was sleeping soundly his right hand behind his head as his other was wrapped around your shoulder.

I sat up straddling his lap as I kissed his up his toned body, lightly flicking my tongue over his left nipple then continued leaving wet kisses up his neck to his jaw then his soft plump lips. I began to grind against his clothes area, Tom groaned as he began to wake up “Hi baby.” I whispered innocently as Tom smiled kissing you once more before flipping your position’s causing a squeal to leave your lips. He lips crashed into yours as his hands began to lift your, well his t-shirt you’d taken from him to use for bed. Tom began to massage your boobs as you moaned, he took that advantage to slip his tongue into mouth as you both fought for dominance.

Tom lightly pinched at your already hard nipple before leaving a wet kiss over it “You know sweetheart, I’m still angry that you wore that silly bodysuit showing off to the world what’s mine.. Maybe I should punish you for that.” (Y/N) looked into Tom’s once chocolate eyes to eyes filled with lust as she swallowed the knot in her throat rubbing her thighs together for some sort of friction.

“What do you think sweetheart? Should I punish you?” Tom asked innocently as I began to nod earning a light slap to my left boob “Sweetheart use your words, I don’t want to add to your punishment.” Tom lowered his head down to your neck leaving lilac marks as your whispered “Yes daddy.”

Tom hummed in response “Good girl.” he whispered nipping at your earlobe. Lifting his head from your neck to kiss your jaw then your cheek and finally capturing your lips with his.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #Tom Holland imagine #loserholland #loserholland masterlist

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