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d3arapril · 17 days ago

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[reup] birthday girl | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x f!reader word count: 4.6k warnings/tags: alcohol consumption (they're tipsy), switch!paige, oral (r!receiving), fingering (p&r!receiving), sex toys (p!receiving), spit, language, assplay (r!receiving) ᡣ𐭩 as many of u are aware i accidentally deleted my account - luckily i have managed to recover this gem! if you're thinking hm i swear i used to follow her - YOU DID! please re-join me on this journey and please re-indulge yourselves in this dirtiness for BDB PB's birthday. reblogs are appreciated more than ever given the circumstances lol ! :D love u all x

You sway slightly on your feet, the alcohol making your head feel lighter than it should as you fumble to light the candle on the heart-shaped cake. Your socks shuffle on the cool kitchen tiles, the slight friction grounding you as you flick at the lighter.

"Need help?" Azzi peeks over your shoulder to watch you flick at the lighter. When the small flame finally ignites, you both let out a victorious "Ah!"

"Nope," you pop the p, turning to smile at your friend. "I got it!"

You'd organised a small get together with close friends for Paige's birthday at her request. Not too much, she'd insisted when you'd first asked her what she wanted to do. So, of course, you made a list of those she actually liked and invited them over.

Now, you're standing behind Azzi as she leads you out of the kitchen and shuts off the lights. You hold the cake up with both hands, lips in a tight line as you focus on holding it steady. Admittedly, you'd all had a bit more to drink than originally planned. Tiktok's were filmed, drinking games were played and shots were consumed.

The girls break out into an out of tune rendition of happy birthday as soon as you enter the room, toothy grin plastered across your face when you lock eyes with Paige. She's smiling right back at you and although the room is dark you can just make out the blush on her cheeks.

She blows out the candle and her index finger swipes through the icing decorating the edge of the cake. She sucks it into her mouth, eyes still trained on yours. "Mm," she makes a noise in her throat. "Tastes good."

It's almost like slow motion, the way her mouth closes and her tongue comes out to lick at her lips. It's all you can focus on– her. You shake it off, not letting yourself get lost in the moment in front of all of your friends. You place the cake down onto the table and just like that the party continues, more drinks are poured and the night wears on.

A few hours later, most of the girls have called it a night. Now, it's just you, Paige, Azzi, Kayla and Kk remaining. You're squished between Paige and Kayla on the couch, Paige's right leg slung over yours. You're trying your best to listen to the conversation going on around you, but the mere feeling of Paige's skin on yours makes it harder to concentrate.

"You want another?" Paige’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. She gestures to the red cup loosely clutched in your hand.

You glance down at it and shake your head. "Nah, I’m good. I think I’d actually like to remember tonight," you say with a chuckle.

Paige laughs softly, her hand giving your thigh a playful squeeze. "Smart move." She turns to Kayla, nudging her gently. "What about you? Tapping out?"

Kayla glances at her phone, her eyes widening slightly as she reads the time—1:29 AM. "Wow– I didn't realise it was that late." Kayla yawns as she stands up, ruffling at Paige's hair. "It's not your birthday anymore, Bueckers."

"It's still my day, though." Paige pouts, leaning her head back to look at Kayla. Always such a big baby.

"Yeah, yeah, birthday girl," Kayla laughs, ruffling Paige’s hair before heading to the door. She glances over at Azzi, who’s now half-asleep, sprawled across Kk’s lap. "You guys heading out too?"

Azzi and Kk exchange tired glances before they, too, gather their things. After a round of group hugs, the door finally closes, leaving you and Paige alone in the now-quiet living room. You survey the aftermath; red cups litter the floor, empty bottles are stacked haphazardly on the coffee table.

“Jeez,” you mutter, shaking your head at the mess. “This’ll be fun to clean up tomorrow.”

Paige hums in agreement, her arms suddenly wrapping around your waist from behind you. She pulls you back against her, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I had a good night,” she says softly, her breath tickling your ear. “Thank you.”

"No need to thank me," you smile. "I had fun, too. Did you have a good birthday?"

"The best," her arms squeeze you a little tighter, nose nudging at your cheek. You lean back into her, hands covering her own. "Thank you baby."

"Anything for you," you smile, tilting your neck back to look at her.

"Really?" her head tilts towards you as she presses a kiss to your cheek.

"Always."

She hums, her hands sliding down to your hips, squeezing gently as she leans in closer. "Not to be greedy," there's a pause as she gives you another squeeze, lips ghosting down your neck. "But where's my gift?"

Paige grins against your neck, the curve of her lips brushing your skin. “Maybe,” she murmurs before her teeth lightly nip at the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

"You gonna give me something good?"

Her lips are against your pulse point now, sucking the sensitive skin into her mouth. A sigh escapes your lips and you reach your hands up and back, fingers tangling in her hair. Paige's hands roam your body, trailing up and down your sides before one cups at your breast.

"Paige," you moan softly, her name escaping your lips as her mouth finds yours. The kiss is slow and deep, both of you still tasting faintly of vodka and cherry, the alcohol mixing with the heat between you. Her hand cups your jaw, angling your face just right as the kiss intensifies.

She pulls away first, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. Her breathing is ragged, voice low as she pants, "Bedroom."

Your fingers interlock with hers, feet padding softly against the floor as she leads you down the hallway. Her thumb rubs soft circles into the back of your hand and it's a subtle reminder of how much she loves you.

Paige stops outside of her bedroom door and pauses. Her eyes are soft and there's a smile gracing her lips. "What?" you smile back, free hand reaching up to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Nothing, just." her hand lifts and squeezes your wrist. "I really love you, s'all."

You roll your eyes, playfully. "You're such a sap,"

"You gonna let this sap eat your pussy, orrrr..?" she smirks as she drags out the word, opening the door to her room and pulling you in. She pushes it shut behind you, tipsy fingers fumbling with the lock.

The room is surprisingly bright, the main light still on from when Paige must've last been in there. "You left the light on," you say monotonously which earns you an eye roll from Paige. She doesn't respond, just flicks her head towards the bed as an instruction for you to get over there.

"Someone's eager." you grin, walking backwards until the back of your legs hit her bed.

"Mhm," Paige hums, stepping closer to you. She pauses for a moment, as though she's figuring out her next move. "Turn over."

Your knees are weak as you flip yourself over, resting on your hands and knees. She wastes no time, making quick work of pulling your leggings and panties down your thighs. She lets out a moan at the sight of you, exposed and waiting.

"Damn," she mumbles under her breath, hand running along the curve of your ass cheek, giving it a squeeze. "Now this is a birthday cake."

Your head drops between your shoulders, laughter shaking your frame. "Wow, P. That's corny."

"Shut up," she's giggling, too, but there's a tone of authority in her voice. The sound of her kneeling behind you is audible and the feeling of her presence looming over you is enough to keep you quiet.

Her hands grip at your ass again and squeeze, nails digging into the soft skin. Your fingers curl into the sheets, a gasp leaving your lips. A stray finger traces a pattern across the dimples in your lower back, lower, lower until it brushes over the puckered hole you're both yet to try. Yeah, she's pressed her thumb against it more times than she'd like to admit but she's never 'breached the surface' as she'd say.

"You gonna let me have here?" she leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to the base of your spine. "It is my birthday, after all."

You hesitate, hand letting go of the sheets to reach back for her. "What about you?"

Paige squeezes at your forearm, "I'll get mine, don't worry."

She moves your arm back down beside you, hands coming to rest on either side of your ass. She pulls your cheeks apart, breath warm against you. "Can I?"

You moan out a yes, dropping your forehead against the mattress. Paige wastes no time, head dipping down and licking a fat stripe up your pussy, tongue sliding between your folds. She's sloppy, spit mixing with the slick that now coats her chin. She's moaning into you and you wish you could see how this looked from the outside.

You're shaking in front of her, fingers twisting and tugging at the sheets. She pulls away for a second, gathers the mixture of her spit and your juices in her mouth and spits it back onto you. She rubs it in with her thumb, digit ghosting over the ring of muscle.

"Fuck, Paige," you groan, shaking hand blindly reaching back to pull her closer, push her away- you weren't even sure at this point.

The girl hums, thumb stilling. "You want me to put it in?

You nod, cheek flat against the mattress.

"Speak to me."

"Please, please." you beg.

"Please what?"

"Fuck," you groan, inhibitions leaving your body. "Do anything, please. Eat my pussy–my ass, please, please–" You're so desperate you can barely even recognise your own voice.

"Relax baby," Paige coos, leaning down to press a kiss to your ass cheek. "I got you."

You feel her pull away and you're about to protest, kick your feet out at her and cuss her out until you feel her shuffling around on the bed behind you. You use the little strength you have remaining to push your head off of the bed and you see her lying on her back, half of her body hanging off of the bed. Damp fingers squeeze at your ass, dragging you back just enough so your pussy is directly over her mouth.

She's back at it like she never left, sucking your clit into her mouth and massaging her tongue over it. Her thumb finds home against your ass again, pressing against your hole as her tongue teases over your folds. The pressure is immense, the tip of her thumb slipping past the tight ring of muscle and you choke on air. You're not sure if it's a good or bad thing that you can't breathe, everything in you constricting, heart hammering against your chest.

You press against the mattress and hold yourself up, now fully kneeling over Paige. You brush the blonde strands from her face, your girlfriend's eyes fluttering open to lock onto yours. As soon as you make eye contact you hear feel her moan into your pussy, thumb sliding an inch deeper.

Your hips grind against her at their own accord, fingers now knotted in Paige's hair as you moan out into the cool air of her room. Your stomach tenses, thighs working overtime to hold you up. The chord in your stomach grows tighter and you open your mouth to warn Paige that you're about to cum but your words get lost in the mess of moans and pants and incoherent syllables.

It washes over you like a tidal wave, orgasm rattling your entire body. Paige moans into you the entire time, tongue messily sliding over your pussy as she laps you up. Her thumb leaves your ass with a pop and she presses her head back into the mattress just enough to be able to breathe out a "You good?"

Shaking legs shuffle you down her body until you're sat on her stomach, grimacing at the stickiness between your thighs. Paige can't help the laugh that leaves her, hands rubbing up the fronts of your thighs as she takes you in.

"You look fucked."

"Well," you pinch at her side, "You fucked me good, birthday girl."

She wiggles her eyebrows at that, hands leaving your thighs to grip at your ass cheeks. She squeezes, tongue licking around her lips. Her lids flutter shut as she tastes the remnants of you against her, lashes fluttering against her cheek.

You watch her silently from above, fingers trailing across her chest. Her shirt sticks to her skin slightly, sweat beading across her body. "Want this off?"

She nods, eyes opening. "Please."

You clamber off her and watch as she pulls the shirt over her head, throwing it into a random corner of her room. Her sports bra follows and she mindlessly rubs her hands over her chest, grateful she's no longer constricted by the material.

"So," you start, pushing her back by her shoulder and ghosting your lips across her nipple. She's flat against the bed again and you're perched beside her, ass up and feet kicking out as your tongue peeks out to lick at the sensitive nub. "How do you plan on 'getting yours'?"

You recite the words she'd said to you earlier and she snickers, back arching slightly when you suck her nipple into your mouth. "I got something-" she sucks in a breath when your teeth bite into the swell of her breast, pink mark left in their wake. "Something in the drawer."

Your eyebrows perk up at that, leaving one last kiss against her tit as you climb off the bed and saunter towards her bedside drawer. You pull open the rickety drawer and there's a purple wand staring right back at you.

You turn back to look at her, watching as she shuffles up the bed, head now resting on the pillows. "How long have you had this?"

Paige shrugs, a smug look on her face. "Got it a couple days ago. A gift from me, to me."

You fish it out of the drawer and inspect it, it's fairly heavy- three heart shaped buttons on the purple rubber handle. "Have you used it?"

"Nah," she taps her fingers against her stomach, nonchalant. "Wanted to use it with you."

You let out a hum of approval, turning back to face her. She's propped herself up on her elbows, legs bent at the knee and open. Her thighs are spread wide, fabric of her navy shorts stretching across the expanse of the muscle.

You sit at the end of the bed, turning the toy on and letting it vibrate against the palm of your hand. "It's intense," you muse, not able to mask the smile growing on your features. "Did you deliberately choose this?"

Paige's blush deepens, feet kicking out to hit your thigh. "Shut up, no."

You can't help but laugh at her, crawling forward and leaning down to press a kiss just above her bellybutton. She's watching you carefully, waiting to see what you're going to do.

"This is new," you say, watching the way her breathing changes with every gentle touch. "I usually have to work to get you like this, but you're so–" you bite down on her skin, letting her feel the dull ache before sucking at the mark. "Are you becoming needier in your old age?"

"Fuck you," she spits, but there's no real venom in her words. Her abs are drawn tight and she's got her hands fisted by her sides; she's clearly desperate. "It's my birthday, be nice."

"Need I remind you," you flick the waistband of her shorts and boxers against her skin, pulling at them slightly to hint at her to lift her hips. She does as you wish and you slide them off of her, abandoning them at the end of the bed. "It's not your birthday anymore."

Paige makes a sound in the back of her throat, hips raising as she tries to get you to touch her. She's been on the edge since she saw you walking towards her with that cake in your hands, the amount of love you have for her so evident in your expression that it drove her fucking insane. She feels her entire body burning up, thighs shaking as her hands clutch at the sheets.

You settle comfortably between her legs, head dipping down to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"What do you want me to do? I'll let you pick, my treat."

She rolls her eyes at that, breath shaky as she answers. "Use the thing."

You lean forward, lips ghosting over hip bone. You breathe out a laugh, tongue licking against the skin. "The thing? Like the movie?"

You feel Paige tug at your hair, an annoyed whine leaving her throat. "Stop fucking with me, please."

That's enough to satisfy you, dipping down lower to place a chaste kiss against her clit. She sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling, hips canting up to catch your mouth. Your tongue peeks out to lay flat against it, slowly moving your head up and down to provide just enough friction to make Paige's toes curl.

"Fuck," she breathes out, head tilted back against the pillow. "Need more."

Your right hand blindly fumbles around the bed for the wand, left hand now busy rubbing slow circles into her clit with your thumb. Her abs ripple, chest heaving from the feeling of it all. It's so much, yet nowhere near enough at the same time.

As soon as you press the on button the toy springs to life again, loud vibrations humming out into the air of the room. It almost makes your entire arm shake from how intense it is but you prevail, sitting up slightly to trail it between the valley of her breasts.

"What're you-" Paige cuts herself off, the both of you not able to contain your laughter because she sounds like some sort of fucked up robot when she speaks, the vibrations distorting her voice.

"Just," you lift the toy away from her chest to press a kiss to her lips, both of you smiling against each other. "Relax, enjoy it babe."

You trail the wand further down her body, letting it rest just above her clit. Her hips tilt up again, head lolling forward so she can watch. Your free hand presses against her stomach, keeping her flat to the bed.

"I said, relax."

"I am relaxed."

You scoff, not giving in to her attitude. You keep the wand where it is, just out of reach from where she needs it most. You move the hand from her stomach and let your fingers tickle against her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her pussy. Your fingertip trails against her folds and, as you expected, she's soaked. It wasn't too often you'd swap roles like this, let her fully relax whilst you took control of the reigns but you knew she enjoyed this. Loves letting you do whatever you want to her.

You let a single finger dip between her folds, sliding up, down and then sinking inside of her. It's not much of a stretch from how wet she is, slides in easily. You pump the singular finger in and out slowly, eyes trained on Paige's face.

She's got her eyes screwed shut, head still lolled on her shoulder. Her eyebrows are furrowed, lips in a slight pout. You hover the vibrator just above her clit and when you press it down against her, her eyes shoot open and eyebrows raise in shock.

"Holy shit," she gasps, one hand wrapping around your wrist whilst the other shoots up to grab at the pillow beside her. "That's– fucking hell."

Her mouth is wide open, tongue hanging out just the tiniest bit in a daze. The room is filled with the sounds of the toy and her moans, her hips lifting off of the bed to chase the sensation. You press the wand down harder, letting it buzz against her clit. You can feel it vibrating through your arm and the vibrations are strong, making you wonder just how powerful it is. You make a note to get her to use it on you, next time.

You move the toy against her in slow circles, slipping another finger into her pussy and curling them up. "Good?"

Paige's chest is flushed, heaving with each deep breath she takes. It's almost like she doesn't know what to do with herself, head tipping back to the pillow and then tossing to the side. "Yeah," she breathes out, voice hoarse. "Good."

Your thumb reaches up to press at one of the buttons to increase the intensity, vibrations now pulsing against her. She whines, high pitched and strained as it all becomes too much. Your fingers curl faster inside of her, the squelching from her pussy just audible over the vibrations from the wand.

Her hips tilt up faster, feet slipping against the mattress as she chases the feeling. If she could see herself she'd be embarrassed by how easily she's succumbed to the pleasure, scrambling against the bed pathetically. She can't think straight, only able to focus on the feeling of her orgasm approaching.

"It's-" she can barely get her words out, sweat making her body glisten. You watch her with a smirk on your face, satisfied. "I think-"

"What's wrong, babe?"

Paige's eyes are rolled back in her head, head tipped back and neck on show. There's a blue vein stretching across the length of her neck and you find yourself leaning over her and dragging your tongue against it. Paige jumps at the feeling, broken moan leaving her chest. The hand that was wrapped around your wrist moves to your shoulder, blunt nails biting against your skin.

You're still moving the toy in slow circles, rubbing it against her clit. Paige is moaning, groaning- gravelly noises leaving her throat as the hand on your shoulder moves to your hair. She moves her head to face you, watery eyes boring into your own.

"Gonna cum," she whispers against your lips, barely audible over the noise from the toy. "Fucking–feel it in my chest."

You bite at her bottom lip, teeth pulling at her pout. Your nose presses against hers as you watch her unravel, watch a tear spill from her eye and drip down her cheek. "Yeah, birthday girl?"

Your fingers speed up, curling so quickly you fear they might end up cramping. Your wrist begins to ache from holding the toy, too but you keep going because it's all worth seeing your girlfriend like this.

The blonde lets out a combination between a cry and a moan, thighs squeezing around you and keeping you trapped as she cums. The vibrator slips a little from how wet she's become but you're quick to put it back in place.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she's chanting out to nobody in particular, thighs tightening and feet kicking against your back. You let her do it, let it happen as she goes silent. You feel it before you hear it, her hips rolling up and thighs shaking against you as she floods your fingers, and then- "I'm fucking-fucking cumming, oh shittttt."

The words leave her through gritted teeth, fingers finding their way under your shirt to scratch against your skin. You lean back to watch her in all her glory; head craned back against the pillow, nipples hard and hair matted against her forehead.

Your fingers slip out of her first and you sit them on your tongue, licking around them and moaning from the taste. You turn the vibrator off and chuck it beside Paige who is breathing so heavily you think she might pass out, eyes closed and lips dry.

You rub a comforting hand against her thigh, a soft touch to keep her grounded. You cast a glance down to her pussy and you can see the wet patch underneath her on the bed, dark and soaking into the cotton sheets.

"Wow," is all she says, body relaxing against the bed. Her eyes open and she softly smiles as soon as she sees you, shaking hand resting atop of your own. "Happy birthday to me."

You opt to lay beside her, leg kicked over her thighs with your head resting on her shoulder. "Feeling okay?"

"Honestly," she tucks her chin in to look down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Best birthday gift ever."

"Doesn't count if you brought it for yourself, though." you counter, tilting up to look at her. You catch her rolling her eyes at you, the hand she'd settled around your waist digging in below your ribs.

"'Kay, where's my gift from you then?"

"Don't be greedy, Bueckers." you tease sliding out from beside her and walking towards where your bag was abandoned several hours ago. Paige lets out a whistle as she watches your ass as you walk away from her, rolling onto her side.

"Where you goin'?"

You ignore her, rummaging through your back to look for the jewellery box you'd so carefully wrapped last weekend. Much to relief you find it still intact and spin around, holding it behind your back as you saunter back towards Paige. You make sure to grab her clothes on the way, throwing them in her direction.

She raises an eyebrow at you, pulling just her boxers back up over her legs and an oversized t-shirt over her head. You do the same, keeping the box in your hand as you put her shorts on.

"A gift for little old me?"

You have to resist rolling your eyes at her, crouching down so you're at the same height. You hold the small box between you both and hold your gaze with Paige, watching as her eyes light up in anticipation.

"I remember looking at them a while ago," you start, thumb stroking against the patterned paper. "So I got 'em."

Paige frowns, unsure of what you're talking about. She takes the box from you, unsteady fingers pulling at the wrapping paper. She discards the paper beside her on the bed and opens up the box slowly, eyes widening when she sees what's inside.

"You didn't-"

"Don't say a word." you cut her off, knowing she was about to go on a spiel about how she didn't deserve this, how you shouldn't have spent the money, blah blah blah.

"How did you remember?" there's a hint of shock in her voice, as though she couldn't believe you'd remember something that she thought was so insignificant.

You smile at her, taking the box from her and pulling out one of the rings. They're just two simple silver bands with a small heart etched on the inside; nothing too flashy but you vividly remember Paige fawning over them in the store. "We should get matching," she'd suggested to you, nothing but a passing comment.

The ring slides onto her finger with ease and you thank the Gods above that you'd picked the right size. "Feels like we're gettin' married," she snickers, holding her hand up to admire the ring. "Lemme put it on you."

"Nuh-uh!" you whip your hand away from her, wiggling your fingers in the air. "I need to wash my hands after your little performance."

Paige laughs, shoving at your shoulder with no malice. She stands up from the bed, groaning from the ache in her legs. She wraps hand around your arm and pulls you up and into a hug.

"I love you," she mumbles against your shoulder, squeezing you tight. "Thank you, for everything."

You pull back slightly, scratching at the nape of her neck.

"I love you too," you lean in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Happy birthday, baby."

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heartlandians · 2 years ago

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Season 17 Spoilers Masterlist (episode by episode)

October 15, 2023 Pre-production started April 18 - May 5, 2023 Shot between May 8, 2023 - August 23, 2023 / May 8, 2023 - August 29, 2023 (delayed 4 days by the wildfires) Season 17 premieres October 1, 2023

OBVIOUSLY THERE ARE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! I will update this post with all the new info we get.

In Season 17, Amy (Amber Marshall) and the rest of the Heartland family know better than most that while dreams can sometimes come true, more often life takes us in unexpected directions. The new season is all about embracing the unexpected. It’s about new experiences and taking the path less traveled. In Season 17 the Bartlett-Fleming family will find themselves excited for the future and ready to embrace new adventures, challenges, and relationships. But no matter how much things may change, Amy, Lou (Michelle Morgan), Jack (Shaun Johnston), and Tim (Chris Potter) will continue to fight for what they believe in while staying rooted in the land that has been in the Bartlett-Fleming family for generations.

PROMO SHOTS | CHARACTER BIOS | SEASON 17 TAG | EPISODE GUIDE | TRAILER

(under construction as in “I accidentally deleted everything... and we’ll see if I can get it all back”)

17x01 - The Path Less Traveled

Amy is surprised when a very pregnant Mallory shows up at the ranch with a wild horse. Jack and Tim face new competition, and Lou grapples with a familiar opponent in her campaign to be re-elected.

Written by: Mark Haroun Directed by: Dean Bennett Filmed between: May 8 - June 1, 2023 (Block 1) [May 8 - May 26, 2023] Aired: October 1, 2023

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17x02 - Taking the Reins

Amy and Jack retrain Edwin’s horse for carriage racing, bringing Amy and Edwin closer. Logan takes his first client horse. Election night arrives for Lou, just as the family faces a difficult loss.

Written by: Ken Craw Directed by: Ken Filewych Filmed between: May 8 - June 1, 2023 (Block 1) [May 8 - May 26, 2023] Aired: October 8, 2023

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17x03 - The Heart Wants

Amy helps Caleb with his son’s pony. Lou and Jessica start a new venture, while Katie tries a risky new hobby. Logan takes a big step in his relationship with Miley, but then disaster strikes.

Written by: Caitlin D. Fryers Directed by: Chris Potter Filmed between: June 2 - June 21, 2023 (Block 2) [May 29 - June 15, 2023] Aired: October 15, 2023

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17x04 - A Piece Apart

Amy must deal with Lyndy’s sudden fear of horses. Logan blames himself for Miley’s accident. Tim enlists the family to make Shane’s return to Heartland perfect, while Katie struggles with a friendship.

Written by: Alexandra Clarke Directed by: Chris Potter Filmed between: June 2 - June 21, 2023 (Block 2) [May 29 - June 15, 2023] Aired: October 22, 2023

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17x05 - How to Say Goodbye

Amy and Jack train Blue for a competition. Lisa deals with a difficult loss. Lou lets Jessica down in their partnership for the gallery. Katie secretly buys a used dirt bike.

Written by: Heather Conkie Directed by: Michelle Morgan Filmed between: June 22 - July 19, 2023 (Block 3) [June 16 - July 13, 2023] // Hiatus: June 30 - July 9, 2023 Aired: October 29, 2023

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17x06 - Heat of the Moment

At the competition, Amy has a run in with an old friend that leads to heartache. Jack and Lisa prove they can be adventurous. Katie stands up for herself when Ellie and Brandon push her too far.

Written by: Ken Craw Directed by: Michelle Morgan Filmed between: June 22 - July 19, 2023 (Block 3) [June 16 - July 13, 2023] // Hiatus: June 30 - July 9, 2023 Aired: November 5, 2023

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17x07 - Unknown Caller

Lou’s forced to face the reason for her insomnia. Amy works with a new client who has a surprising connection to Katie. Jack wins over a prickly dude ranch guest.

Written by: Caitlin D. Fryers Directed by: Kristin Lehman Filmed between: July 20 - August 8, 2023 (Block 4) [July 14 - August 2, 2023] Aired: November 12, 2023

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17x08 - Harmony

Amy helps a vaulting team ahead of a big competition. Caleb struggles with a tough decision about Carson. Logan realizes where his future lies. Lou and Jessica face a stressful gallery opening.

Written by: Mark Haroun and Adam Hussein Directed by: Kristin Lehman Filmed between: July 20 - August 8, 2023 (Block 4) [July 14 - August 2, 2023] Aired: November 19, 2023

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17x09 - Fear is a Liar

Amy and Nathan retrain his horse. Tim navigates new family dynamics when Miranda shows up early to help with Shane and Chloe’s wedding. Jessica has to heal a rift with Jack.

Written by: Ken Craw Directed by: Madison Thomas Filmed between: August 9 - August 29, 2023 (Block 5) [August 3 - August 23, 2023] Aired: November 26, 2023

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17x10 - Just the Beginning

Written by: Mark Haroun Directed by: Dean Bennett Filmed between: August 9 - August 29, 2023 (Block 5) [August 3 - August 23, 2023] Aired: December 3, 2023

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#heartland #season 17 #masterlist

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justmoreocs-writing · 1 year ago

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Rules: Answer the 11 questions of the person who tagged you, make up 11 questions, then tag 11 people to answer them.

1) What’s the greatest feedback you’ve received so far, the one you carry in your heart and it still warms you? (If you haven’t published a piece of work yet, what would you like to hear the most?)

I’m awful with remembering feedback to be fair – especially the good ones! That being said, I did have a review of The Piccola Rossa Series, my Peaky Blinders fanfiction, that I really loved. Somebody who had never watched the show said that it really drew them into the world, which is always a nice thing to read.

2) Is there a trait that is a reappearing one in all your OCs? What is it? Why do you think that is?

Probably curiosity, but it comes in different forms. Some of them will read books to find things out, others ask too many questions, and a few will just go do something because they want to see what happens. I think curiosity is a trait that recurs though my OCs, but it shows itself in different ways depending on the character and the world that they’re living in.

3) Have you ever written fanfiction? If yes for which book/movie/series/anime/videogame, if not, if you had a chance to write for something, for which work would your write?

I write an awful lot of fanfiction to be fair. But I think the fandoms that I work with most are Peaky Blinders, Stranger Things, Harry Potter, DC things and Detroit: Become Human.

4) Is there a genre you can’t imagine writing under no circumstances? Why?

Probably romcoms. I couldn’t imagine creating an OC after watching one of them, but who knows. Maybe one day I’ll try my hand at it.

5) Do you snack during writing? How about during reading?

I don’t really snack while reading or writing. I’m more likely to while reading, but honestly I tend to get a bit too focused on the book or the writing to snack while doing it.

6) Do you re-read/edit your story before posting anywhere or hit the button and hope for the best?

Big fanfiction stories I probably over edit sometimes before I post them. With the smaller drabbles and one shot things, it all depends on my mood. Sometimes I’ll give them as many edits as the full fanfiction, but other times I’ll just post and hope for the best.

7) Who is the character closest to you from your own works/series/films/books? Why?

If I had to pick one, I’d probably say Teddy Kane from my Nightwing fanfiction. He’s very caring towards people, not just those that matter to him but also complete strangers. While the others are off being heroes in the eyes of the city, he’s more than ready to be the tech support and support in general; but that doesn’t mean he should be underestimated, he will act if he has to.

8) What is the smallest thing you appreciated in a character, that likely didn’t matter to others?

For some reason I really appreciate handedness. Most people assume characters are right-handed because that’s the dominant handedness generally, but I like it when it’s mentioned that a character is specifically left-handed, or at the very least implied.

9) Do your wips have a message, or are written simply as a form of reading entertainment (in other words, a story for someone to chill or get lost in a fantasy world and forget all their problems, etc.)?

Most of the time, my WIPs are written with the simple aim of entertaining myself. I hope that when I share them, they at least entertain one other person as well, but mostly they’re a form of amusement for myself. If there are any messages in them, they’re mostly accidental, but when I notice they’re there I try to do them justice.

10) Do you delete works you don’t like or pile everything?

Nope, I never delete works because I never know when even the simplest of lines might become important or interesting for something else.

11) Have you ever written anything based on a dream?

Not in fanfiction; fanfiction ideas tend to come as characters when I’m consuming the canon and then I can’t shake them until I’ve at least written down something for them.

#Repost #Made By Me #Tag Games #Writer Things

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quentinbecks · 3 years ago

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First Line Meme

(accidentally deleted the people who tagged me 🙈) @aceghosts @chazz-anova @adelaidedrubman @gamer-purgatory thank you!

Tagging: @johnnycranes @hoesephseed @florbelles @honeysides @vasiktomis @shallow-gravy @blissfulalchemist @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @jamesbvchanans @jackiesarch @clicheantagonist @chyrstis @amistrio @indorilnerevarine @twirlingsmoke @derelictheretic and anyone that wants to tag me!

Really interesting that the one with the most notes is the one that alludes to John having a br**ding k**k 🤔

1) Eye for An Eye, Tooth for A Tooth (a John Seed one shot)

A bunker is no place for his family, John thinks as he sits on the sofa placed haphazardly in the middle of their makeshift living room.

2) John confessing his feelings (another John POV drabble)

John eyes the crowd congregating outside of the church.

3) “Are you wearing anything underneath?” ( a Rafe x Charlie smut piece)

“Honey, as much as I love you, I’m going to ask that you don’t book another haunted cemetery tour when we get to New Orleans.”

4) A colleagues to lovers drabble ( Quentin Beck x Charlie)

Charlie awkwardly paces outside of the steel door leading to Quentin’s apartment.

5) First Birthdays and Museum Heists (a Charlie and Rafe one shot)

“How about Venice?”

6) “Want me to model them for you?” (A Charlie and Quentin Beck smut piece)

Charlie hasn’t heard Quentin this quiet since she came to tell him that she was in fact not Marina O’Brien, the engineering department’s latest and most incompetent intern, but Charlie Berger, low level Oscorp employee and part time spy.

7) “I can’t let you do this” (angsty Charlie and Rafe piece)

“Let’s go, honey. You need to start packing.”

8) “What would you say about adding one more? The house is big enough.” (fluffy little Charlie and John drabble)

The last six months have been hectic, to say the least. The move up from Atlanta to Hope County with a two month old, trying to adjust to life in her much detested hometown, and learning to deal with both the Bergers and Seeds having immediate access to her little family has left Charlie in a constant state of disarray with little time for a reprieve.

9) Too Much is Never Enough (a fluffy Rafe and Charlie piece)

“What should we do for dinner?”

10) “Coming Down” - Chapter 8 (Stillness in Woe)

“Brother John, we found a traitor.”

#tag meme #this is just Charlie’s world and we’re living in it

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cas-is-my-weakness · 4 years ago

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I think I have figured something went terribly wrong from the deafening silence that's prevailing right now.

👉Let me start they start shooting with episode 4 this season which is a regular motw but then there is the chuck and becky plot. Jensen directs this episode and he knows whats in the finale now. He deliberately places all the these funkos, hides these little hints of what's to come in the finale. We see this then

So Roadhouse in heaven where there was supposed to be a reunion of dean and cas. Misha says "Jimmy" but I believe it's Cas to avoid spoilers or fear of Cas being erased somehow the writers script it as Jimmy.

👉 Then this TV Guide interview

👉 "Final Scene that we shot but not the final scene" I'm not saying there was an additional scene that happened after the brothers reunion scene but Jensen is definitely hinting at that.

👉Next on Sept 11 they finish shooting the episode and Jensen makes an Instagram post and he says "In true SPN fashion we're in the middle of nowhere and have no service." and coincindentally or accidentally Misha says similar "I couldn't record and send out your messages because I went on an impromptu camping trip in the middle of nowhere and had no service." in one of his virtual messages. Are you looking at this they spoke the same language.

So this breaks my heart that misha was probably present in that big reunion on that bridge where the cast and crew were present but they deleted it. This is so weird. In addition to the Roadhouse scene atleast that was confirmed pre-Covid. But then the homophobic CW network got involved and said to remove all traces of misha and anything gay involving dean and cas because they thought it was too risky for their viewers.

👉 Someone pointed this out that misha never makes his children watch spn episodes but knowing he would probably be in it did it one last time. But then was shocked and ultimately felt betrayed when he saw they deleted all his scenes he shot.

👉 Post Episode airing all cast and crew are silent. Misha stops live-tweeting after dean's death scene. Jensen makes salty post about the rusty nail. They are are all silent and Jared is the only one speaking the CW language and generally positive about the episode because he is contracted with Walker no secrets there.

👉Additionally, Dabb said in his interview for 20 "family they have built" because he wrote the script of 20 like that and when 20 aired it was the ultimate blow to him too. The episode completely and toxically removed any trace of found family the brothers have built that Dabb talked about. I am not saying Dabb is not to be blamed at all but he maybe he isn't. I still don't know if Shoshannah could be there or not maybe she couldn't because of covid and we get that.

Well I don't know who exactly is responsible for the final edit and airing of the episode but I feel like this was a betrayal and shocking and baiting of not just to us dean and cas fans, but the Jensen, Misha and cast, crews but the writers as well and hence they are all now completely silent. In conclusion CW IS HOMOPHOBIC AND ONLY CARE ABOUT THEIR HOMOPHOBIC VIEWERS.

tagging @destielette @dimples-of-discontent @inacatastrophicmind @casthewise @castiel-left-his-mark-on-me @heller-jensen @heliodean @pray4jensen

#CW IS HOMOPHOBIC #Supernatural #jensen ackles #misha collins #jenmish deserve better #jared padalecki #cockles #destiel #destiel is canon

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papergirllife · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3

Synopsis:

You don’t know what it’s like to be free, to make your own choices, and live your own life. For your whole life, your parents have been treating you like a puppet on strings, controlling your life to every single detail, as well as ignoring the fact that you have feelings. Other times, when you disobey their wishes, or speak up about your own opinions, they bash you down with words, in other words, psychological abuse, has led you down the long winded road of depression and anxiety. What happens when you meet a man who’s willing to be your guide out of this terrible downpour? Would you give a shot at happily ever after?

Warnings:

big age gap (kinda?)

issues on anxiety

issues on depression (mild)

issues on parental abuse

smut (maybe)

Tag List: @etherealtyjaem , @caratzennie , @johnnysuhnflower , @euphoricchannie , @yeollieseo , @jjhmk , @sherzess , @wonderfulkoreanpop

(lmk if you wanna be on the list)

You’ve been seeing Mr Suh, correction, Johnny, his first name, as per requested by Johnny himself.

“Mr Suh makes me feel older than I already am, you make me feel like a teenager all over again, so you have to call me Johnny. Let me relive my days when I was still a college kid.”

You didn’t mind, things aren’t as awkward between the two of you anymore, Johnny’s been spending time with you, although the two of you never established any sort of labelling towards what this relationship is. You and Johnny only hung out and had meals together, trying out different cuisines, watching movies, even going as far as skipping a day at work to go to the amusement park. He even bought you to an arcade when you told him you haven’t had the chance to venture to one since you were in grade school.

“Why haven’t you ever been to one for so long?” Johnny asked when he finished a round of pinball.

“They said it was a waste of time and that I should spend more time studying,” you said, wondering why Johnny would ask that, isn’t it the same for all the kids?

Whenever you mention your confining life to Johnny, he’d have a faraway look in his eyes, jaw locked in silent rebuke, he doesn’t say anything, he pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He would be quite for almost half an hour before he goes back to regular cheerful Johnny, telling you lame jokes that you would surprisingly find funny.

You didn’t have a phone, since your parents forbid you to have one, the only means of communicating is through your email account on your laptop, and even that you must always bear in mind to delete his mails right after, and take further precaution, you didn’t allow him to initiate the sending.

Johnny wanted to buy you one, but you rejected him promptly, you didn’t want him to spend so much money on you, he already spends lots on taking you out to eat. You gave him the excuse that it was too dangerous, and the consequences of getting caught are severe.

You often questioned your relationship with Johnny, you aren’t dumb, you’ve googled him and saw gossip news portals uploading photos of him and some model going out and about in hotels, but those headlines were months ago, the latest news about him was from his interview with Times magazine.

You never had the guts to ask him, you don’t know what you mean to him. What right do you have to question his whereabouts and what he does? He’ll probably be bored of you after he’s known all of you.

You know you shouldn’t think of Johnny that way, it is mean to assume what he’s thinking, especially how well he’s treating you, but seeing those headlines gives you a sense of insecurity, you keep telling yourself that this won’t last, but the thought of not seeing him again made your hair stand. He’s making you happy, a distraction towards the negativity you face in that house you live in, but for how long?

House. You never called it a home, unless you were telling your boss you were leaving, to prevent anyone from questioning your odd way of describing it. It was never a home to you. To you, a home is a place where you feel happy, safe, and most importantly, loved. The closest you’ve ever felt to having these feelings were your grandma and Joh... No, you don’t love him, and he doesn’t love you. What were you thinking?

You pushed those thoughts away as you opened your laptop to double check the files that you’ve typed out for your parent’s next important meeting that was supposed to be taking place first thing tomorrow. But when you went through your folders, the files were nowhere to be seen. It’s then you realised that the notification that keeps urging you to update the laptop was gone, it wasn’t the first time you updated the laptop and found out some files were missing, so you would never update the laptop at such a crucial time.

You took the laptop out to your father who was watching some news on his phone in the dining area to ask him if he had updated the software without alerting you.

“Yes, I did. What about it?” he asked, annoyance on his face due to the sudden disturbance.

“The files are missing because of the update,” you informed him.

“What files?”

“The files for tomorrow’s meeting, they’re missing,” you told him as you mentally prepared yourself for what’s to come.

“What do you mean missing?! I bet it was because you saved it wrongly again! Your retarded brain never works does it?! Do you know how important those files are?! You always work on them late at night blurry eyed, of course you didn’t save them properly! You could’ve worked on them in the morning before work. but no... You want to ‘exercise’! What a waste of time!” You’re not pretty anyways, what are you doing them for huh?!” Your father shouted, his eyes blazing in rage, his fist slamming onto the glass.

While your father was shouting, your mother was checking the laptop as she complains about how clueless you are. It was like your brain couldn’t take the amount of hurtful words piercing into your mind like daggers, you let out a high pitched scream as tears threatened to fall, your hands covering your ears as your eyes were a blur.

When you could see properly again, you could make up words which sounded like ‘how dare you’ from your father, next thing you registered were the fury in his eyes as he advances on you, hand above his head, ready to hit you. You didn’t know what came over you, but the first thing you did was kicking him away. That’s when a full on fight broke out.

You were filled with rage, your mind wasn’t registering what you were doing. You went into a flight or fight stance and started thrashing and kicking as his hands were holding painfully tight on your wrists after you tried punching him.

Your mom urges the both of you not to fight, her voice barely registering in your head as she sits still on the high chair by the kitchen island, not bothered to even try to cease the fight.

When you finally pushed him away, you ran into your room and locked it. Your chest was heaving from the panic attack that just started, you tried your best to calm yourself down, reminding yourself to breathe, it was suffocating, controlling your breathing as more tears made its way out of your eyes.

When it all stopped, your body succumbed into mental exhaustion, passing out on your bed as the tears finally ceased.

You only woke up for dinner last night, and proceeded to sleep again. Yesterday’s events made you feel numb, other than the pain from the bruises on your arms.

There was a big ugly one on your left upper arm, its colour an ugly shade of green and purple. A few other less serious ones scattered around your lower arms. In other words, you look like a wreck.

You wore a jacket to run even though you were sweating from your previous cardio work outs, feeling a little better after the endorphins in your body kicked in. When you got back, you quickly showered and ate a toast. When you asked for your mother’s phone to remind your boss you were going to take the day off, she told you that weren’t needed at the meeting anymore and that she finished everything last night.

“Just call to say that you’ll be going to work,” she said, not even looking in your direction when she handed you her phone.

But when you called to inform your boss, he told you that he had another part time coming in, and that it was too short of a notice. You said thank you and hung up, but said that you’ll be at work on time today before handing it back to your mother.

You really needed to escape for the day.

You opened the laptop and sent an email to Johnny.

I’m free today. Wanna go out?

You sat on your bed staring at the ceiling as you were sure it was going to be a bit before he replied, but just as you closed your eyes, you heard a distant chime from your laptop.

I’m rushing some stuff at the office today. I’m so sorry, Y/N.

Can I stay in your office? I really wanna get out of the house.

You sounded like a spoiled kid begging for attention, but you really wanted to see him today.

Sure. But you might get bored :) .

I’m leaving the house now :) .

For a 26 year old businessman, he sure loves to use emoticons.

You got changed into jeans and a jacket, you don’t usually wear one if you were going to a secluded area with Johnny, but you had to hide all the marks from last night. You just noticed that they hurt after you accidentally knocked your wrist against something.

You took the bus to the address Johnny wrote down on your diary, it was after one of your dinners together, and he jokingly said that you could always swing by if you wanted, you didn’t know you were going to actually do that.

The bus station wasn’t too far of a walk from his office, since it was just downtown Seoul where the Korea’s financial hub was located.

As you were nearing the office buildings, you stood out like a sore thumb, given the way you were dressed and your age. The people kept giving you stink eyes and sideway glances.

Suh Capital Partners. That was it.

You walked in the rotating doors, only to be greeted by masses of people walking around with smart pads, files, talking on the phone while the assistants take notes. Johnny didn’t mention his company being this big.

You admired the facade of the lobby, it displayed the latest news on a large monitor while futuristic lights hung from the high ceiling, the walls were a perfect balance of steel and wood with a wall of plants filled the wall behind the reception area.

You realised that the people stopped what they were doing before and started looking at you curiously when one of the nicely dressed women from the reception walked up to you.

“Excuse me, miss. May I ask who are you looking for?” the woman asked, her eyes scanning you from top to toe.

You froze at your spot from how cold she sounded, like she didn’t want you around to ruin the aesthetic of the company. You reminded yourself that you weren’t going to see her anytime soon after this and that if you did make a fool of yourself then so be it.

“I’m looking for Mr Suh,” you told her.

She looked taken aback from your answer, but gave you the ugliest sneer when she recovered.

“Miss, this isn’t a school, you can’t just walk in here and demand to see someone without an appointment. Mr Suh is the head of this company, not someone you can just meet without an agreement from him. Please leave this instance,” she said, her tone high pitched enough to gather everyone’s attention, you swore you heard someone laughing a few feet away.

“But...

“That’s my guest, Ms Park.”

You whipped your head back to see Johnny standing behind you. But instead of his usual warm honey eyes, his eyes were a cold and staring daggers into the woman in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Suh. I’ll get back to my work now,” the woman bowed apologetically, going as far as doing it numerous times.

“I’m going to need a key card for her, Ms Park. Send it up to me when you’re done,” Johnny said, but his eyes were scanning the crowd, his employees immediately went back to what they were doing, the large lobby void of any sound other than people rushing to the lift lobby to escape the scene.

Johnny placed a hand behind your back and guided you to the lift lobby after most of the people have taken the ride up to their respective floors.

“I’m sorry,” you said after the coast was clear.

Johnny’s intimidating stance broke as confusion takes over his face.

“What are you sorry for?” Johnny asked, he should be the one saying sorry.

“I’m such an embarrassment, coming here in my jeans and jacket with a canvas bag, looking like a kid,” you said, fingers nervously tugging the straps of your old bag.

“Hey, hey, hey. Nothing’s wrong with being young and dressing your age. They’re just grumpy from all the work. Don’t take their words into account, and you look great. Perfection as always,” Johnny said reassuringly, hands placed on your shoulder, the warmth of his palms calming you slightly.

“No....

You buried your face into your hands as he patted your head, you sneakily glanced up to see him smiling at you with a toothy grin. But you quickly regained posture as you saw an elevator door open with many pairs of legs.

Johnny wasn’t going in even though the lift was going up, that’s when people in the lift realised it was him, and quickly came out of the lift, saying sorry and greeting Johnny.

Johnny guided you in after the lift was cleared empty. His staff looking at you curiously, you weren’t used to having so many pairs of eyes on you, their curious eyes burning holes into you.

Johnny could sense your anxiousness from the way you were hiding behind his tall figure as the two of you walked into his office, there weren’t many people at that time, given the fact that only direct reports of his business partners came up to hand in documents.

You only felt yourself loosen up a bit after you took a seat on Johnny’s armchair in his huge office, overlooking Seoul’s skyline and the cars that were buzzing about on the roads. The view made you calm down a bit from the journey coming up here.

You felt the chair dip as Johnny took a seat on its armrest, his hands coming up to give your shoulders a nice massage. Johnny smiled at the way your eyes lit up from his comforting touch as you looked back to smile at him, he felt a warm feeling deep in his belly as he takes in your beautiful features and the warmth of your shoulders on his fingertips. But as he puts more pressure onto your shoulders, you wince slightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Did your boss at work make you lift heavy stuff again?” Johnny asked, his hands ceased all movements, fearing that he would hurt you again.

You automatically thought of your fight with your father last night, it might be because of the force exerted from when he had pushed you.

“N-no, I just didn’t sleep well last night. I watched a horror movie and had a nightmare,” you lied, not knowing how he would react if you told him the truth.

“Be careful when watching these movies, Y/N. If you went to work and your boss really made you move heavy things today, then you would’ve strain your muscles,” Johnny said, going back to massaging your shoulders, but this time gently applying pressure on that spot, rubbing it in clockwise circles to ease the pain.

“I’m fine, Johnny. Didn’t you have work to rush? I don’t want to keep you away from important matters. And my shoulders feel much better now,” you said, moving away from his hands even though you could’ve let him do that forever, it felt so comforting, borderline addictive.

“Okay, I’ll tend to your shoulders again later.” Johnny said as he lays his head on top of yours, a gesture that he had came up with whenever he wanted to show affection to you without crossing uncharted territories, your heart sped up whenever he does that.

You were just sitting on the couch reading one of your old books when you looked up and saw Johnny frowning at his laptop, you placed your book down and made your way to Johnny.

“Don’t frown like that, you’ll get frown lines when you’ll get older, it’ll spoil your handsome face,” you joked.

Your hands reach out to smooth the creases on his forehead, a smile coming back to Johnny’s face.

“Thank you,” he said, taking your busy hand into his, lightly tracing the area between your thumb and your index finger.

“What’s bothering you?” you asked, unbeknownst to you, your lips were unconsciously set in a pout.

“There’s some documents that are supposed to be sent to my office in Chicago, but the English that’s written here isn’t up to standards, I’m worried the staff there won’t understand what the document is stating. I don’t mind correcting it, but I have other things to tend to as well,” Johnny explained to you.

“Can I take a look at it? I had Cambridge classes for 8 years. Guess it’s finally coming in handy. I mean only if you think I’m capable, I don’t want you to think I’m boasting or anything, I just really wanna help...

“Y/N, sweet, I trust you. Just let me get you a laptop,” he said before dialling to his secretary.

Once Johnny sent the files to that laptop, you started correcting some grammatical errors and replaced some terms that weren’t as professional, when Johnny was done with his meeting, you were done with the documents as well.

“Here, take a look. There might be mistakes,” you said after sending him the files back.

“You were reading ‘me before you’, I think you’re fine, Y/N,” Johnny deadpanned.

“Just take a look, just in case,” you pleaded, doe eyes capturing his heart. Nodding, Johnny smiles, doing as you said.

Johnny scanned through the documents, his eyes lighting up brighter after each sentence, a proud smile making way on his face. When he was done, he pulled you close by the waist, and gave you a warm hug, his head nuzzling into your sweater.

“Thank you so much, sweetheart. I thought I needed to work overtime because of this,” he said, his voice was slightly muffled by the cotton.

“You’re welcome. You can always send me these files when I’m not here, I don’t want you to overwork yourself,” you offered.

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Wanna grab lunch? I can hear your stomach rumbling,” Johnny asked after pulling away, a cheeky glint in his eyes.

You could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment, as you hit Johnny’s shoulders lightly for his teasing, a smile creeping up your face.

“No, I’m not...

“Come on, I know this really nice French restaurant around the corner...

“Johnny I have the file you were...

Doyoung stops in his tracks as he sees you and Johnny being so close to each other.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a guest,” Doyoung apologises, but his eyes were still wide in disbelief.

“Doyoung. This is Y/N. Y/N, Doyoung is one of my business partners, his dad was my dad’s business partner so now it’s his turn,” Johnny introduces his friend to you, telling you a bit of his background.

You gave Doyoung a tiny bow and soft hello, nerves wrecking up at meeting someone you often see on telly whenever their company has a press conference. You could sense an air of discomfort as Doyoung gives you a questioning look.

“You can just put the files on my desk Doyoung. I’ll take a look at them after my lunch break.”

When the evening rolled in, Johnny had to drive you home before your mom questioned your whereabouts.

“I really enjoyed having you by my side today, Y/N,” Johnny said sincerely after pulling up outside the gated area.

“I should be the one thanking you, I can’t believe those snails cost so much, yet you won’t let me pay you back whenever we have meals together,” you retorted, recalling how your eyes almost flew out of their sockets when you stole a glance at the bill.

“Money is not an issue, Y/N. I told you that many times before,” Johnny reminded you.

“I’ll see you on Saturday?” you asked, changing the subject before he offers to buy you a house or something.

“Yeah,” Johnny said, chuckling at how you diverted his attention.

Johnny unlocked the doors of his car, but right before you pulled onto the handle, Johnny pulled your arm, the place where one of the bigger bruises were located at, making you wince at the unexpected pain.

“Y/N I wanted to ask, wait. Are you in pain? Are you hurt? Did I accidentally hurt you?” Johnny asked his eyes wide in worry.

Before you could protest, Johnny pushed up the sleeves of your sweater, revealing the big ugly bruise on your upper arm, and several others that went downwards until your wrist.

You looked up at Johnny, scanning his face that was frozen in shock, eyes not believing what he’s seeing. His fingers gently tracing every bruise, his other hand rotating your arm gently, to see if there’s more.

“Y/N... Who did this to you?” Johnny questioned, but deep down in his gut, he’s sure it’s who he thinks it is.

“No one, Johnny. I just fell down when I woke up,” you said, lying through your teeth, you didn’t want to, but that was your survival instinct whenever someone asks about your parents.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N, it’s them isn’t it? They hit you. Why didn’t you tell me?” Johnny demanded, he questions why you don’t trust him, was he not worthy in your eyes?

“It’s nothing, Johnny. Goodnight,” you said in a breath before turning away.

You quickly got out of his car and ran to your lift lobby, Johnny was following behind you. But before he could step into the premise, you shut the glass door which could only be opened with a security card on him, mouthing the words sorry before you made your way into a lift.

Johnny banged at the door, shouting for you to come back, before the security guards asked him to leave. He could feel a prickle in his heart as he sees the bruises in his head, the image fresh. He felt red hot anger boiling in his heart, he was going to get you out of that horrible place, no matter what it takes.

#nct smut #nct fluff #johnny smut #johnny suh #johnny fluff #nct #wayv #nct dream #nct 127

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tomiokai · 4 years ago

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Agent Reid || Spencer Reid

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A/N: I honestly have nothing to say but I write too much and I can’t stop as much as I try. When I watch anything I always have to do do something else along so when I watch CM I also write these. When I was first writing this I was going to set this all in one day but then halfway through I decided I wanted this to take place in a series of days so low and behold I deleted the whole thing and started over. Enjoy.

Please don’t copy my works, but if you do want to use it as inspiration please give me credit, at least tag me. I do read a lot and when I see my ideas getting stolen and then turned into new stories it really hurts me.

Summary: Y/n loves teasing Spencer by calling him Agent instead of Doctor.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Extreme fluffiness. Some innocent teasing. Maybe it gets Kinky.

Word Count: 2.0k

Day 1 at the BAU

The first time it happened it was simply a mistake. It was my first day at the BAU and I was simply a rookie.

I walked behind JJ as she showed me around the BAU, the conference room, Hotch’s office, Rossi’s office, Garcia’s den, and finally my desk, that was also with a bunch of other peoples workspaces. JJ told me that we all worked as a team and I nodded along. JJ was very nice to me and acted as if I was her own child, perks of being young and likable I had thought to myself. At 8 o’clock sharp everyone started filing in. Before everyone poured in tho JJ had warned me I would be the youngest of the group which meant I was going to be the baby of the team.

I meet Aaron Hotchner first, he was as you would suspect the “alpha” man he gave me boss vibes, let’s be honest. He seemed nice enough but I could tell he was going to work me hard for the first few months.

Then I got to meet Derek Morgan, he, on the other hand, was not as uptight as Hotch, he seemed chill but he did warn me I better do my best but also be safe. I already could tell he and I are gonna get along well. He was cool.

Next was Penelope Garcia. She was the biggest sweetheart ever! She definitely had the best style. She wore funky clothes that I loved. She instantly loved me but I suspected she snooped through my personal life before she liked me, but can I blame her.

Next was the supermodel Emily Prentiss. She wasn’t a supermodel but she might as well be one. At first she was cold to me, like very cold to me, but you know like all ice they melt and now I proclaim Emily as my second mom besides JJ.

Then came David Rossi. He was very nice and funny. He acts tough all the time, but we all know on the inside Rossi is a big softie, he’s like a teddy bear. I proclaim him as my father. I think that since I am the youngest of the bunch I can proclaim anyone as my mother or father. Period.

The last person walked in through the doors and I felt like I was drooling let’s be honest. He was tall had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was dressed in a purple dress shirt with black dress pants and a dark grey cardigan. In my eyes he was beautiful.

JJ and I walked up to the beautiful man and she introduced us.

“Y/n this is Spencer Reid, and Spencer this is Y/n Y/l/n.” JJ introduced.

“Hi, Agent Reid,” I said sticking my hand out for a handshake. First mistake I made.

“It’s actually Dr. Reid and I don’t do handshakes, It’s actually safer to kiss,” Spencer responded waving at me instead of taking my hand.

I looked over at JJ but she turned around to hide her laughing face.

I looked back to DR. Reid and lowered my hand. “Okay Dr Reid. Nice to meet you.” I responded going on my tippee toes to kiss his right cheek.

When I pulled away he looked shocked and I just laughed. “See you around Doctor.” I smiled and walked away with an innocent look on my face, but not before I saw Derek pat his back and mumble, “You should really try fixing you introductions kid.”

Day 9 at the BAU

The second time I called Spencer ‘Agent Reid’ it had accidentally slipped out. We had finished a successful case and I went in for a hug with Spencer. Spencer and I had gotten close over a week’s worth of time, he and I had become very good friends. We would often go to 24-hour cafe’s and we would talk about books and anything we were interested in over coffee.

“Good job Agent Reid. You did great,” I said to Spencer as soon as I saw him walk through the door to the Philadelphia police station.

Spencer hugged me back tight but when we pulled back Spencer looked at me sternly. “Remember Y/n it’s DOCTOR Reid not AGENT Reid.”

I let go of him with a small laugh and winked at him. “Okay doctor, I’ll watch my mouth,” I laughed.

Later that night when we landed back in Virginia we went to our favorite cafe together and talked till 12:47 in the morning before the manager kicked us out because we were “too loud”.

Day 68 at the BAU

It slipped again. It was an accident I swear! We just arrived in a small town in Canada and it was my job to introduce everyone to the deputy.

“Hi, I’m SSA Y/n Y/l/n,” I said walking into the police and shaking the deputies hand.

“This is SSA Aaron Hotchner,” I said pointing at Aaron. “This is SSA Derek Morgan,” pointing at Derek. “SSA Prentiss, SSA Rossi, Agent Jennifer Jareau, and Agent Spencer Reid.” I introduced everyone.

Everyone shook hands and when it was Spencer’s turn to shake the deputies hand he refused and said, “Actually it’s Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Shit, I had thought.

When we were sent off by Aaron to go investigate the crime scene I quickly apologized. “It just slipped I’m so sorry Spencer.”

“It’s okay Y/n just make sure next time you say, Doctor.” Spencer brushed it off.

“How about I buy you a coffee after the case to make up for it,” I asked as we walked into the Johnsons house.

“Only if you get me a refill too,” Spencer answered as he inspected the house.

“Anything for Dr. Reid.” I sang back.

Day 143 at the BAU

When we had a first-ever disagreement I called him ‘Agent Reid’ just to rial him up even more. We were arguing about who would do better with children. Honestly, the whole fight was just stupid but neither of us was going to give in to the other.

“I did so well with the children today.” I bragged as we got on to the jet, Spencer right behind me.

“I think I did the better job,” Spencer responded as we took a seat across from each other.

“No,” I drew out slowly looking at Spencer dead in the eye.

“Yes,” Spencer responded taking out a book from his bag.

“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes and turning away from Spencer.

“Okay Y/n, whatever you say,” Spencer said, rolling his own eyes then turning his attention to his book.

I started fidgeting with my fingers as I mumbled under my breath. “I know I did better.”

Spencer looked up from his book and turned to me, “You know I can hear you right?”

“I know, Agent Reid.” I shot back narrowing my eyes at him.

“It’s doctor. D-O-C-T-O-R,” Spencer spelled out.

“Actually I can call you Agent if I wanted to.” I sassed.

“I’d prefer if you called me Doctor, Y/n,” Spencer spoke, he was obviously annoyed.

“Nope I think I prefer calling you Agent more than Doctor,” I responded standing up to go get myself a coffee.

I walked over to the coffee pot and flicked it on to make some coffee. I glanced over to where Spencer sat and he had turned back to his book, but this time he was biting his lower lip. I wasn’t a profiler for nothing, he was thinking of something for sure.

I poured myself a coffee and added in creamer and sugar. Out of habit, I grabbed another mug and poured some coffee for Spencer. Darn my stupid habits and I. I grabbed the other mug and walked back to where Spencer was.

“If you admit I did better than you, I’ll give you your coffee,” I said sitting down both coffee’s in hand.

“Fine you did better, hand me my coffee now,” Spencer said not looking up to me.

“I’m not convinced,” I bluntly answered.

Spencer looked up at me this time, “You did better than me Y/n, you are better with children than I am.” Spencer deadpanned.

“Fine,” I puffed, handing him his coffee.

“Good girl,” Spencer replied taking a sip.

I don’t know why but my face immediately heated up and I quickly excused myself to the bathroom. That’s when I realized I had a crush on him.

Day 757 at the BAU: Current Day

Over the past 2 years, I have never dropped the ‘Agent Reid’ act because: A) It’s a tease and B) It’s hilarious because he always gets so frustrated. It simply clung to me and it won’t be going away anytime soon.

I sat at my desk and typed away on my computer, it was a quiet day at the BAU. Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss were all out on their own business. JJ was sorting through files, and Garcia was in her office having a dinner date with Kevin. Spencer was reading at his desk across from mine waiting for me.

I had three more sentences to write for tomorrows report and then I’m done. Spencer and I had plans to go see a movie after work today so I quickly typed my last three sentences and quickly shut off my computer. I started shoving my papers into my to-go bag and throwing pencils into my desk.

“Calm down Y/n, I’m not going anywhere.” Spencer laughed putting his book away too.

“Oh, I know I’m just really excited,” I said back standing up and swinging my dark blue cardigan on.

We walked together to his car and we got in together. “So you wanna tell me what movie we are watching now?” I asked buckling my seat belt.

“I’m not telling you, it’s a surprise,” Spencer responded smirking as he sat into his seat.

“Alright Agent Reid.” I teased.

Before I could register what was happening next Spencer lunged forward to me and wrapped one of his hands around my neck. I was shocked truly, I always thought Spencer was vanilla even after prison. I starred at Spencer in shock as he held me by my neck.

“In the past two years, you have called me ‘Agent Reid’ exactly 432 times. The first few times I get it, it slips, but now you straight up tease me with it, and you won’t stop because you know how much it bothers me. Were you trying to get me to snap, buttercup.” Spencer asked his face dangerously close to mine. The nick name came out of no where I swear.

I bit my bottom lip and instead of an answer I gave him a small moan.

“Oh you naughty girl,” Spencer whispered a small smirk on his lips.

I leaned forward as far as I can and attempted to kiss Spencer, but he moved back and smiled. He let go of my neck and said, “We can’t do that right now, we have a movie to catch.” before he sat back into his seat and started the engine.

I slumped down in my seat and pouted at Spencer as he drove. I glanced at him once in a while to see if I caught his attention. But I suspected he knew what I was doing and smiled as he drove.

“Finally he looked over at me and laughed, “Tonight.”

I instantly sat back up in my seat, once again happy. Oh boy was I excited about tonight.

#spencer reid #spencer reid angst #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #dr spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds x reader

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sailorspazz · 4 years ago

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10 Dance Special Booklet - Taboo and Habanera [English Translation]

I present to you my project of the last few weeks: an English version of the comics that came with the Japanese special edition of vol. 4. (Thanks to @words-unleashed for providing cleaned scans!) Since it’s definitely not Tumblr Safe, the full scanlation can be found at imgur. com/a/HgbwYk1 (sorry to write it out weird, but Tumblr hides posts with external links when you tag search, so just copy and delete the extra spacing and you should be able to access it).

As a bonus, I also made a subtitled version of the track from the drama CDs that includes the “Taboo” portion of the story. The dialogue is mostly the same, with some additions/deletions, but if you want to hear all the steamy action as well as read it, definitely check that out, too. Since it was long, I had to split the video on Tumblr; start with the first half here (or escape this hell site and go to YouTube, where it’s all in one part: youtu.be/ B95vNjt-e6M , again need to copy and delete extra spacing)

Recently, I’ve been working on serious summaries of the chapters that have been released since vol. 5 (starting with #29 part 1). My true nature, though, is to be more snarky and make dumb commentary, so click below if you want a summary of these bonus comics (along with select Tumblr Safe images) where I just poke fun and be thirsty.

So after several volumes of the Shinyas making out without sexing each other, I guess the manga artist was like, “you know what, I’m not gonna have these guys fuck anytime soon (or ever, lol just kidding...or am I?), so I guess I’ll throw some smut crumbs to the poor, deprived shippers.” And we’ll take it and enjoy it, because we’re desperate.

The first story, called “Taboo: Just a bit” continues immediately after chapter 21, where Suzuki said that he’s okay with kissing, but no more! To which Sugiki’s immediate reaction seems to be, “Cool, cool...I’mma go ahead and find a way around that.” Also, he may be a bit insecure about the size of his nipples.

Note: Sugiki’s nipples are important to the plot of this story. I’m dead serious.

Sugiki wonders about Suzuki not seeming to be bothered by him saying he’s adorable, but apparently Suzuki gets called that all the time. And in one of the greatest leaps in logic in history, Sugiki says that, since everyone always found you so precious, surely you and your male friends all touched each other’s naughty bits when you were kids, right? Suzuki’s like, UMM, NO, WHAT THE FU-okay, yeah. yeah, we did. And he assumes, oh, since Sugiki brought this up, he probably did the same thing.

“lol, no, I didn’t do that. But I made you admit that you did.”

Sugiki’s closest experience to something like that was when he was in high school and another boy insulted him, beat him up, and then paid him and said he wanted to suck Sugiki off (quite the roller coaster, but okay). Suzuki’s like, oh shit, that sounds super fucked up, sorry to make you remember that, but Sugiki actually used the situation to his advantage by using the boy to develop his own skills. Those skills involved whipping the other kid with a stick, and teasing him with the fact that he never actually agreed to what he proposed.

Baby sadist in training.

Look at this man. That is all.

So as Sugiki uses their childhood experiences as a flimsy excuse to propose some dick touching, Suzuki notices something shocking: Sugiki’s nipples are hard!

Suzuki Needs An Adult after making this discovery. And he’s so distracted by those sexy nips that he isn’t able to stop Sugiki from making a grab at his dick. Which, as it turns out, is a bit stiff.

Top 10 Manga Betrayals: Suzuki’s dick getting hard from man nips.

Suzuki stays in panic mode for a bit, and when he snaps out of it he finds that his dick is no longer in his pants, but in Sugiki’s hand.

He protests a bit, but then is like, fine, I guess I’ll let you jerk me off. And goes back to thinking about those nips and how bad he wants to bite them and squeeze them, and also how he’d really like to just fuck Sugiki for good measure, too.

But as for the eternal question of who would be fucking who, Sugiki tries slipping a finger in to test the waters.

Which results in a big fat NOPE from Suzuki, so Sugiki just keeps jerking him until he gets off, getting just a mini facial as a splash lands near his mouth (we don’t see him lick it...but you know he wanted to).

As they’re getting ready to leave the studio, Suzuki brings up the “adorable” conversation from before, saying he’d imagine no one calls Sugiki that. Sugiki confirms that’s true, and Suzuki responds with:

Look at this man. That is all (again).

The second story, called Habanera, shows us what the Shinyas do when they’re each home alone. Suzuki, in a desperate attempt to prove his straightness to himself, is planning a porn marathon.

Meanwhile, Sugiki plans to watch a special DVD that features Suzuki doing a Q&A session. Which, for him, we can assume is the equivalent of watching porn.

A look at Suzuki’s selections. Bruh, I don’t mean to kinkshame, but...pig farm?

Just as he’s about to get started, he gets a call from some random chick he used to bang. He has no desire to chat, though, and hangs up on her, but while jabbing at his phone, he accidentally hits Sugiki’s speed dial, and quickly disconnects in a panic.

Rocking the Winnie the Pooh look here with his red shirt and no pants. Also, there are helpful warnings throughout the story whenever his (heavily mosaiced) dick is on panel.

Meanwhile, Sugiki is watching DVD-Suzuki talk about how to wink while dancing, and it’s making him feel A Lot Of Things

Back at the fap shack, Suzuki claims that just seeing Sugiki’s name made him go limp, because, you know, he’s Definitely Not Attracted To Him. He talks to his dick, trying to get it to firm up again. His dick has a girl’s name (Machiko) and is shown in some shots as having a face and wearing a little bow (yes, it’s as weird as it sounds. no, I can’t show it here).

The next video he has queued up starts, and well, I guess this is that pig farm stuff he’s into (which really just seems to be a domme lady berating the viewer)

Back at Sugiki’s, DVD-Suzuki has moved on to teaching how to blow kisses.

Yeah, this is definitely porn for Sugiki. And as he watches this he’s a bit miffed that it seems like Suzuki acts a lot cooler when they’re not together.

Meanwhile, Suzuki’s fantasizing about the sexy lady dominating him...except, the person in his fantasy starts to change from a porn star to...

Oh look, the man he’s Definitely Not Attracted To happens to show up in his fantasy while he’s beating off. He tries to make the image go away, but then eventually settles for keeping the face but having the rest of the body be the porn star.

Sugiki is practicing his kiss-blowing with DVD-Suzuki as his imaginary partner. And when he finds out that there are other DVDs like this one, he quickly starts searching for the back issues of these pornographic very educational videos.

After Suzuki shamefully blows his load to the thought of the Sugiki-faced female porn star, his phone starts ringing. It’s Sugiki, returning the call he accidentally placed earlier. Though to Suzuki, the timing feels suspiciously like Sugiki had been watching him or something...

#10 dance #10dance

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years ago

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Deleted Scenes: Gateway Drug

Hey, guys! I had to postpone the update due to working tax free weekend and not having time to post it but it will he up tomorrow night before midnight!

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"Sweet Child" -- [1986]

"Here." I hand Steven his McDonald's fries as he plops down into the chair, clapping excitedly as Axl grabs at the other bag for his burger.

"Izzy, come eat!" Duff calls, and Izzy's soon coming in through the apartment's window.

"Hey, Slash, when we're done eating I need you and Izzy to play that thing you were playing yesterday." Axl tells him, taking a sip of his drink, and I can see Slash's face shift to confusion as he eats a fry.

"What?" He replies, lost.

"That song you guys were playing?" Axl raises his brows. "That riff?" He adds, and Slash still looks lost. "Yesterday when you and Izzy and Duff were hanging out and you and Izzy started playing that weird sounding--"

"--Oh, yeah, that's not anything, man, I was just messing around." Slash shrugs and Axl looks at him.

"...Well, I hope you remember how you played it because I've got lyrics written, now, and it's gonna be a song." Axl tells him.

Slash doesn't answer, keeping quiet as Izzy comes in.

"These fucking L.A. chicks are insane." He mumbles, sitting down aggressively, unwrapping his burger, taking the top bun off of it as he says, "can someone get me some fucking mustard?"

"If you ask nicely." I tell him and he looks at me.

"How the hell do you 'accidentally' have a threesome?" He snaps suddenly, shoving his burger aside to stab his straw into his drink.

"I accidentally had a threesome?" I ask him, furrowing my brows.

"No, no, this...ugh...fuck it, nevermind." He huffs out, shaking his head, pulling his food closer to him to eat.

"What? No, no, no." I state, shaking my head a little. "I never hear your problems, tell me what's up." I say.

"Why do girls like to hear when we're having problems in our personal lives? Do you guys just get off on it?" Axl asks me, and I glare at him.

"Viv's just 'Fix It Franny'." Steven shrugs.

"I am not 'Fix It Franny'." I argue.

"Babe, you so are. And if you can't fix it you just lash out on whoever did the damage in the first place." Steven shoots back at me with a grin.

"No, I do not." I insist, looking at Izzy.

"I been seeing this girl or whatever and she just told me she 'accidentally' hooked up with two hot-shot big names and didn't want me to hear about it from anyone else."

"Was one of them at least another girl?" Steven asks him and we all look at him.

"Stevie." Duff scolds him, nudging him with his elbow before his gaze goes back to Izzy. "...Was one of them a girl?"

"No." Izzy tells us and Axl, Slash, Duff and Stevie all groan and wrinkle their noses.

"Ew." Steven shakes like he's got the heebiejeebies. "If you're gonna cheat at least be hot about it." He adds.

"Thank you!" Izzy motions to him.

"Okay, wait, what, I'm confused." I say and they look at me. "So if she would've had a threesome with another girl involved, you wouldn't be as mad?"

"No, because that's something I wouldn't mind picturing. It's hot." Izzy informs me and the rest kind of nod in agreement.

"So if I were to sleep with another guy, I'd be a cheating slut, but if I slept with another woman, I'd be--"

"--My hero. Can I watch?" Steven blurts, mouth full of food.

"You're sick." I tell him.

"You didn't answer the question." Slash says next.

"No, you can't." I answer Steven's question and he sighs. "But seriously you don't think a girl hooking up with another girl while she's in a relationship isn't cheating?"

They think for a moment before simultaneously saying, "nah."

"Why not?"

"Girl on girl is hot, Viv, we can't be mad at girls going down on each other." Steven shrugs.

"You're pigs." I cross my arms.

"We're simple men. We like tits, ass, and pussy--the more the merrier." Axl tells me and I roll my eyes while Duff chuckles at my reaction.

After lunch Slash and Izzy grab their guitars and sit in the floor while they fumble for a minute to recall what they were playing yesterday afternoon, while Axl digs through his notepad to find the lyrics.

When he finds them and sits down on the ratty chair arm, Duff picks up his bass and joins Izzy and Slash on the floor as Slash starts into a riff that's up-tempo but has a completely different feel to it than any of their other songs.

It reminds me of a merry-go-round the way it loops back to it's initial start before going again, but it's not boring by any means, it's just peaceful, almost.

I see the gears in Axl's mind turning as Duff gives a shot at backing Slash, a few chords being tested out.

I just sit on the couch, knees tucked under my chin, watching them work their magic without even trying.

There's not a single theory or formula to the art of making a Guns N' Roses song. They would just shoot off like firecrackers anytime one of them had an idea or a new suggestion for a song, and the others would just fall into it with ease. Slash wasn't trying to create anything, he was just screwing around on his guitar and Axl took it and ran with it.

"She'll like it." I say to the redheaded singer as he comes to grab a beer from the fridge while the guys continue to talk in the living room, throwing their ideas to each other.

"What?" He asks me and I raise a brow and wave his notepad with the first half of lyrics written on it for the new song.

"Tansy. She'll like the song." I reply, rubbing my lips together.

"Okay. So?" He asks next with a shrug and I scoff.

"It's about Tansy, Axl, I know it is."

"You don't know shit." He opens his beer.

"You don't care about any other girl enough to write a song like this for her." I state. "Besides, Tansy's the only girl you know with sky-blue eyes." I add.

He doesn't say anything, shaking me off, taking a sip of his drink, and I let out a breath.

"You can't just tell her how you feel?" I suggest.

"She's the pageant queen, cheerleading, model-type, Vivian, girls like her ran guys like me into the fucking ground in high school, okay? I'm not fucking getting in to all that." He tells me.

"I don't think you're giving her enough credit. She's been dangling by a thread ever since Sparkie came into the picture and it's because he's like a never ending drug supply." I explain. "She needs a good guy."

"You think I'm a good guy?" He chuckles, humorlessly.

"I think you love the hell out of her and you're doing everything to prove it except actually telling her...and you should tell her. She thinks the world of you."

"The song could be about anybody." He retorts.

"It could be--but it's not."

#gateway drug

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 5 years ago

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Best Mistake of Your Life

Characters: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader, Gwen (OFC)

Word Count: 1,392

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You accidentally send a snap to a stranger that may or may not be famous...

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! this is unbeta’d and every mistake is all on me.

This is the December 16th fic for my 25 days of RPF Christmas with the prompt: I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong number and you responded back with another selfie. Holy shit you’re really attractive au

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“Yeah, I’m finally in the bathtub. I’ve been looking forward to this night all week. Work has gotten me so stressed lately,” you rant to your best friend Gwen.

“You deserve it. I wish I were you right now. I can’t tell you how bored I am over at Steven’s place. Like, I love his family to pieces, but I’m ovulating right now. If we have any chance for a baby, it’s right now.”

“I suggest you drag his ass out of the house and take him home. You’ve been trying for so long.”

“Honey! We’re starting the game now!” you hear Steven faintly say on the other line.

“Got to go. He’s making everyone play flag football. Like I really want to be out there right now.

“Fake an injury. If anything, come to my house. I can’t help you make a baby, but I can help you relax.”

“Tempting. I’ll consider. Bye,” she says and hangs up.

The bubbles around you finally settle all around you. You put too much soap into the bath, so there are a lot more bubbles than there needs to be. If you were with your baby niece, you would be making beards out of the excess bubbles. Just thinking about her brings a smile to your face. The bathroom lights are off, leaving the five lit candles around the tub to be your only source of light. Soft music flows from the Bluetooth speaker on the counter. It’s really hard to get good ones since there are so many knock offs, but you found one at the apple store for a really great price. It was too good to pass up.

You felt bad for Gwen since she and Steven have been trying to have a baby for a long time. Every time they think they landed one, she gets her period a few weeks later and the disappointment settles in. She wants to take every chance she gets, so you understand why she’s a little upset he’d rather be playing flag football.

Luckily for you, you don’t have this problem. You’ve been single by choice for a few years now since you wanted to focus on you for a change. Ever since sophomore year of high school, you’ve bounced from relationship to relationship, with the longest lasting two years. You haven’t given yourself a chance to know what it’s like living completely single with no one to worry about. You got your own place, cook your own food, do your own laundry, pay your own bills, and work hard for the money you earn. It’s nice not having anyone to answer to, especially when most of your boyfriends were needier than you.

Which brings you right back to Gwen and Steven. She really needs a night away from him and his family, and you have just the thing to tempt her with. With your phone in your left hand, you sit up and position the bubbles to cover half of your breasts. Your hair is in a messy bun, and you make sure to position yourself for maximum sexiness. You open up Snapchat and type her name into the search bar since you just got a new account and haven’t remembered to get everyone’s name.

Your old one got hacked and stalked, so you deleted it and made a new one. This account is only for friends and family, but you know Gwen’s name by heart. After putting in her name, you took a sexy picture of yourself. Once you liked how it looked, you sink back down into the water and type, “you don’t know what you’re missing ;)” and send it off.

She’s going to open it and see it and feel obligated to join you. Your bath is big enough for two people, and it’s not like you two haven’t seen each other naked before. This gets the awkwardness out of the way and leaves room for awesomeness. Almost immediately, your phone chimes, and you look to see a snapchat notification from her. You open it, and your eyes pop out of your head in shock.

In your relaxed state, you must have typed her name wrong because what you just opened is not her or Steven or his family… it’s a very attractive man with whiskey brown eyes, curly brown hair, and a jawline that just won’t quit. You have no clue who this man is, and you feel yourself heating up from embarrassment. You read what he wrote on his picture, and suddenly, you’re heating up from something different now.

i’d like to know because damn, i wasn’t expecting that.

What do you say to that? Do you just ignore him and message Gwen like nothing happened? Do you message him back and see where this thing goes? Gwen’s voice is hanging in the back of your mind just screaming, “Go for it! He’s so handsome and you’re single!”. You’ve been single for so long, that maybe it’s time to jump back into relationships now. No, no, wait a second. You don’t have to date the man. Just see where this leads to, and if it’s either of your beds, then so be it. Just be casual about it. Your inner voice calms you down, and you open up the chat section with his name and just start typing.

I didn't mean for that to go to you. It was meant for my friend, but… do you like what you see? ;)

i wouldn’t have said what i said if i didn’t. it’s a shame those bubbles are covering you though.

Well, aren’t you bold?

i’m sorry, is this not okay? I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. i don’t normally do things like this, but you’re very beautiful.

No, keep going, I like it. You know, this bathtub is big enough for two people, and I sure am lonely.

darling, i wish i can be there. i’m across the country from you right now, but i like your energy. save it, and in two weeks, i’ll be back home.

How do you know where I live?

your location is on.

I knew that.

i’m sure you did. i’m matthew, and bathtub or not, i would really like to get to know you.

Well, then, in two weeks, you can. My location will be on, you’ll know where I am.

do i get to put a name to the face i saw?

Y/N.

well, y/n, i’ll see you in two weeks then.

Yes, you will.

You don’t normally do things like this, but you can’t get his face out of your mind. He would know if you screenshotted his snap, and you didn’t want to creep him out like that, so you just left it alone. It’s okay because his face has been imprinted on your brain until you get to see the real thing. He could be someone else for all you know and just used someone else’s picture, but you pray to God that’s not the case. You’ll take safety precautions to make sure he is who he says he is, and if he is, then you’re going to have a hard time keeping your hands off him.

He looks familiar though, and you rack your brain to try and remember where you’ve seen him. You would remember meeting him somewhere else, so it must have been a movie or a film. Is he an actor? You pull up Google and type in his name along with a description of what he looks like. It’s a long shot, but you go to images with the hope that he’s on there.

It’s endless scrolling, and it’s mostly just models and famous celebrities that cover your phone’s screen until you get to what you’re looking for. Holy shit, you found him. Holy shit, he’s on Dollface, 68 Kill, and Suburban Gothic. Holy shit this is Matthew Gray Gubler! You just fucking messaged Matthew Gray Gubler.

The loudest possible scream escaped your mouth, and you kicked at the water excitedly. It splashed over the edge, but you didn’t care because you talked to Matthew Gray Gubler. You’re getting out your excitement now so when you meet him, you’re cool and collected. You can’t wait to tell Gwen this since she’s a big Criminal Minds fanatic.

Best. Mistake. Of. Your. Life.

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outerspaceisbetterthannothing · 6 years ago

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My Ultimate Reading List v2.0 Blurbs Part 1

A/N: As some of you have heard or seen, My Ultimate Reading List (in it’s original version) has crashed on desktop because of (as I realised trying to restore it) too big number of links, so I’m basically recreating the whole thing in a new format. This post goes for 1st part of Blurbs. Here’s the 2nd. There’s one more post for One Shots and Serieses. I’m really sorry for the tag notifs for the people who has been tagged already in a previous version. Hope it’s not much of an inconvenience. I’m also not going to delete the first version of the list, as it’s been liked and reposted a lot of times, it’s still working on mobile, so some might still use it. But all the updates are going to happen only on these two posts, which I’m going to put in my bio instead of an old one.

So, this list was created because of my crazy urge to reread favourite fics and blurbs from time to time. It was made purely for me, but if it helps you to find a fic or a writer you’d love, I’d be only happy. I tried to make navigation easy. For blurbs links go to my reblogs, for oneshots and full lengths links go to the original posts. I try to check links from time to time, but if you see that some of them don’t work, please, hmu.

* stands for the implied smut

*** stands for the pure smut

This list is far from finished, that’s just the first things that came to mind and/or were reblogged. Still have a ton to add. So will update it every now and then.

NOTE, pls: There’s no Michael content here! And that’s not because I don’t like him or don’t appreciate him enough. I guess, it’s quite the opposite tbh. There’s no Michael content here because I appreciate him too much. I love this cute little kitten, he’s the most precious soul and, most of the time I think, there would be no 5sos without Michael Gordon Clifford. I just don’t have any fantasies or images of him in me, don’t see him in any way romantically. That’s why I don’t read (or write for that matter) about him as main character. I understand, that I miss a whole lotta great authors and fics because of that. Maybe it’ll change in the future. But for now, it is what it is.

Also HUGE SHOUT OUT TO THE PEOPLE WHOSE WRITING IS ON THE LIST - THANK YOU FOR THIS! THESE FICS AND BLURBS BELOW HAVE REALLY GIVEN ME ALL TYPES OF FEELS, INSPIRATION, MOTIVATION AND CONTENT. I’M FOREVER GRATEFUL FOR THESE WONDERFUL GIFTS YOU GAVE TO ALL OF US.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, WONDERFUL PEOPLE! ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU!

Blurbs

All 4

First responders!5sos series by @calumsendgame and @heartbreak-5sos

Character template, Guys talking girls

Police officer!Ashton First meeting, Meeting under cover, Late night at her apartment part1, part2***, Kitten’s Kitty, Ash being overprotective

Firefighter!Calum Coming home after shift*

Paramedic!Luke Coming home late, Exam preparation

Dad!5sos series by @calumsendgame

Dad!Calum Working at home, Baby boy Hood can’t leave Duke

Ashton

Cashton besties by @myloverboyash [I’m still crying over this]

Farmer!Ashton series by @calumsendgame HeadCanon, Losing the baby, Levi’s at the hospital, Willow’s teenage depression

Pregnant with a werewolf!Ash by @flannelpunkcalum

Valentine’s Day sex*** by @softforcal

Cashton threesome*** by @paqueretteash-deactivated201905

Overstimulation*** by @paqueretteash-deactivated201905

Telling Ash you’re pregnant by @paqueretteash-deactivated201905

Dealing with a teenage daughter by @i-calumhood

Accidental injury by @i-calumhood

Friend to lovers by @myloverboyash

Pregnancy cravings by @i-calumhood

Ashton and Joy by @bringmethehorizonandpizza [second part to Finding Joy]

Cuddle buddies by @i-calumhood

Best friend!Ash staying over under any possible excuse by @i-calumhood

Ash leaves you his clothes before going on tour by @asht0ns-world

Being pregnant with twins by @i-calumhood

You leaving surprises in Ashton’s baggage by @i-calumhood

Ash being nervous about kissing you by @angelbabylu

Ash and his kid missing mommy by @i-calumhood

Ash helping you study by @i-calumhood

Calum

Riding Cal for the first time*** by @i-calumhood

Cal eating you out by @flannelpunkcalum

Your picture on Cal’s home screen* by @softforcal

Giving Cal head while he’s on the phone by @softforcal

Shower sex*** by @i-calumhood

Cashton threesome*** by @paqueretteash-deactivated201905

Calum realising he’s in love by @permntvacaticn

Fighting with Cal by @cakesunflower

Calum comforting you by @honeycombcal

Surgeon!Cal blurb, second one and third from me by @cakesunflower

Stealing his clothes by @sweetcherrylu

Dad!Cal teaching his son to play bass by @paqueretteash-deactivated201905

Cheek kisses by @i-calumhood

Kids cuteness by @i-calumhood

Small kisses by @calumh-excess

Sickness and sex*** by @heartbreak-5sos

Hammock cuddles by @heartbreak-5sos

Wide awake at 1 am by @reallycalum

Hot morning by @i-calumhood

Angry sex*** by @i-calumhood

5am by @saintlaurentcalum

Morning by @cakesunflower

Moving in by @i-calumhood

Duke being protective over your bump by @singt0mecalum

Duke being a cockblock by @i-calumhood

Dad!Cal with your little girl at Disneyland by @c-sainthood

Dad!Cal with shy lil girl by @c-sainthood

Luke making Cal awkwardly confess by @etherealhood

Cal fucking you till you tear up by @flannelpunkcalum

Taking care of Cal when he’s stressed by @i-calumhood

Unrealistic scenarios by @i-calumhood

Hate fuck at college*** by @i-calumhood

Brownies and board games by @rip-lukes-balsamic

Calum confesses he wants an eternity with you by @i-calumhood

Lounging on the couch with Cal and Duke by @calpops

Brining your newborn baby girl home by @sublimehood

Dad!Cal reads to your baby by @c-sainthood

Fuck besties with Cal*** by @flannelpunkcalum

Calum leaving for tour and you’re a mess by @myloverboyash

Dad!Cal, kids and pancakes for mommy by @i-calumhood

Quickie before leaving for the party*** by @sublimehood

You’re drunk and Cal takes care of you while you confess your undying love to him by @i-calumhood

Coming home to Cal and baby sleeping by @c-sainthood

Car sex*** by @i-calumhood

Cal calling you ‘my girl’ by @calvmofficial

Cal taking you backstage from a crowd to fuck*** by @sublimehood

Duke protective over baby hood by @singt0mecalum

Baby hood playing with Duke by @singt0mecalum

Cock warming with Cal*** by @calpops

Clingy Cal by @i-calumhood

Sex with dad!Cal while kids are sleeping*** by @flannelpunkcalum

Jealous fwb Cal and hot bathroom*** by @honeyedhood

Calum wakes you up to go stargaze by @myloverboyash

Fake kisses at the coffee shop by @rip-lukes-balsamic

Talking about marriage and kids by @calpops

Saying the L-word* by @softforcal

Coming home to a sleeping y/n by @nocciolohood

Cuddly Cal by @nocciolohood

Running away from an event to eat french fries by @i-calumhood

Waking up to an empty bedside by @reallycalum and her anonymous

Waking up to a shirtless Cal by @i-calumhood

Cal cooing over his baby daughter by @i-calumhood

Cal kisses you to hide from your ex by @calpops

Sexting Calum by @calteahood

Dad!Cal and kid’s jealousy by @calpops

Dad!Cal and Easter by @i-calumhood

Giving tired Cal massage by @i-calumhood

Cal taking care of baby Hood mama by @i-calumhood

Baby Hood hears 5sos song in a shop by @babe-babylon

Dad!Cal and nightmares by @babe-babylon

Bffs to lovers by @calpops

Clenching on Cal’s tee and one more by @i-calumhood

Cal coming home to you and Duke by @calpops

Jealous Cal by @calpops

Slow sex with Cal*** and one more*** by @flannelpunkcalum

Eloping with Cal by @calpops

Cal holding his daughter for the first time by @i-calumhood

Luke

Calling Luke Buttercup by @i-calumhood

Fake dating by @c-sainthood

Breastfeeding by @i-calumhood

Riding Luke in a bus bunk by @hereforlukescruff

Blowing Luke while he’s in a suit*** by @hereforlukescruff

Post-divorce dad!Lu fluff by @calumh-excess

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bangtanficrecs · 5 years ago

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Lost & Found Batch #20

Can’t start up the blog again without posting the newest batch! As always, if you happen to know the fic the ask is looking for, reply to this post or send us an ask with the request number and title/author. If you happen to know any fics from Past Batches, those are more than welcome as well. Thank you!! ~ Admin P

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1) Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read quite a while ago and if you can help me i’ll be forever grateful... it was about namjoon having powers and accidentally causing damage, so seokjin (who was a kind of a social worker assigned to him) sent him to live with yoongi as a way to make up for his “crime”. Yoongi was also magical and lived isolated from society. If I remember correctly hoseok was also guilty of something and sent to yoongi with namjoon. Sorry if it’s too vague, but that’s all I remember

2) Hi, I decided to give this a try though I think the fic may have been deleted because I just can't find the fic anymore. Basically its ot7 and the main character (Jungkook?) took the boys to meet his mom. The author had the boys super athletic, tall and in college;they were also from Texas. Jungkook sadly had to deal with homophobic classmates. It was a one shot I believe.

Hey, Momma by CaridwenAngetueur1

3) hi!! i’m trying to find a yoonmin fic i read a while ago, where yoongi lived in this small town and had an apothecary and jimin would come and sing in the town centre, and yoongi would give him something for his nerves before he’d go on stage. i remember jimin would glow and light would shoot out from him when he sung. it was a completed fic on ao3, i can’t seem to find it. thank you so much for your help!!

4) Hello! If you don’t mind helping me, im looking for a jikook fic i can’t seem to find again on ao3. Its a time travel, canon au where present day bts where in japan and Jungkook had went through a shrine? He ends up in the past with younger!bts and acts as like a cousin to Jungkook until they can figure out how to send him back. I remember there being a scene where younger!bts miss their flight to help older!jungkook get back to the future? If you need more details please let me know. Thank you!

5) Hello! I'm looking for a vmin fic where flowers literally grow on Tae and he's really insecure about it and gets depressed. It's super soft and fluffy and the entire thing is pretty much just Jimin taking care and comforting him. I'm pretty sure it's a one-shot and that they are the only two that are explicitly brought up. I love it so much and I hope that this isn't too vague.

6) hi idk if any of u can help me find this fic but imma try: its an au in which kids go disappearing often and i can only remember that one day taehyung is one of them and jungkook takes it up on himself to find him bc he firmly believes that he isnt dead yet. not sure bout this but i also think tae got kidnapped to get tested on? and seokjin is one of the doctors in that institution??? this fic is written by a fanboy as far as i can recall and had a reallyyyyyy hard to remember title sigh 😔

kotov syndrome by wormkun Note: The fic is locked and requires an AO3 account to view

7) Hey so I read this fic a while ago but no matter what i search, i can't seem to find it. Namjoon was a depressed ?college student? and he wrote songs that he only showed to his friend Jimin. He and Jimin go to a coffee shop where Yoongi works and yoongi keeps leaving notes to RM on Joon's coffee cups, but namjoon doesnt' know who RM is. I think it turns out Jimin had been posting Joons songs and yoongi recognized his voice and wanted to encourage him. NJ writes always and almost attempts suicide

8) Hello, I was wondering if you could help find this fanfic I've looking for forever. It's an ot7 relationship fic ( I think it's jimin centric). it was still not completed. The summary was something like taehyung asking jimin if he wanted to be in a relationship with them and jimin saying No. Because technically he already knew they were all in a relationship and he felt betrayed that he was left out for so long. There is something about a creepy sasaeng fan too. I would really appreciate it.

Last to Know by Meadow_Wanderer

9) Hi! Im looking for an au fic where Jungkook was depressed, and was with V who had anger problems bc of past child abuse. Jhope didn’t like Jungkook bc of something about his dark past involving his sister who I think was raped and died. I also remembered RM having a tattoo and being an ex member of a mafia group. He blew a gas station up, and Jin thought he died but he came back, and they had sex on the window. JK attempted suicide as well but Jin saved him. Thanks!!

10) I'm searching for a vminhope fanfic. It was I believe an A/B/O one. It was on aff. Hoseok was a berserker, Jimin was a beta and Tae was an omega.

11) Hi!!!!! I've been looking for this one fic forever. It's about jungkook who's an art student and jimin and taehyung are cops who look out for him. Jungkook talks a lot about suicide and he's a university art student. I think one of the art projects in the fic was a corpse painting with flowers. Jungkook also stole from a convenience store and when jimin and Rae caught up to him they noted he had a red beanie in his pocket. Thats all. Thank you!!!

12) There was this fic where Jungkook was lonely and lived alone in a hut on the woods, and he saw Jimin in a club took him to that hut and Jimin tried to run away but Injured his leg and had to stay. It's wip, and now i can't find it :( help please?

13) i'm having trouble finding a fanfic about taekook, where jungkook finds taehyung in a lake (or any body of water), and it turns out that he's from past times. he shows taehyung around present day, and taehyung at one point dresses up as a cowboy. jungkook gives taehyung's peepee the big succ, they get caught by the police, but they run away. from my memory, that's where it ends, or there may be more to it. even tags from ao3 to jog my memory will help.

14) I read this Taejin fanfic a while ago and now I can’t find it, all I know about it is that Taehyung was in some way abused and Jin brought him to his home, also that Jin had a twin brother, also it had many chapters, if you can find it I’ll be very grateful!!!

15) Hi! I read a yoomin fic in ao3 when I was new in the Fandom and I can't find it anywhere, I remember it being angst, mostly Yoongi's pov, it was set in the I need you era and Yoongi played the piano for jungkook's dance, I also remember Jimin struggled with eating disorders and alcoholism and that at some point they had a big fight when jimin came home drunk in a random cab d

16) Hi! I can't find a fic I read few years ago, so I was wondering if you could help)) It was Taehyung/Namjoon fic, and Namjoon hired him as his fake ex-boyfriend so that his friends (Hoseok and Jimin if I remember correctly) would stop asking him to go on dates or smth like that.

if it bleeds by wertstoffhof (roachprince)

17) Hello! I’m hoping you can help me find a fic, it’s a mental hospital one where all the members apart from jin and namjoon are in the mental hospital and another member (maybe jungkook) arrives and it turns out jin is making up their diagnosis because he thought they’d want to stay longer. If that’s too brief i can remember specific bits but i couldn’t find anything on your tags, thank you! Jin is a sort of like a therapist who looks after them and namjoon is like the manager of sorts i think

Seeking Heaven by fullofsuga

18) Hello, hope you're well! I was wondering if you could help me find a Jihope fic that I've been looking for forever! Jimin was friends with Taehyung and didn't know the rest of the boys until he was added into a group chat. I remember that Jimin worked in a shop that was broken in to, and that Taehyung didn't want Jimin and Hoseok to date? I think the chapter titles were all days of the week as well - thank you!!

19) Hey do you know the name of this historic au fic where Yoongi is a chaebol and I think he buys Jungkook from his abusive dad to be his servant? I remember he teaches him how to read and even gives up his money just to be with jungkook and becomes an author

tear the moon from the stars tonight by euphoriae

20) Hi! I'm looking for a YoonMin fanfic that's a pretend/fake dating au, where Jimin was at the grocery shop and his ex suddenly came up and started teasing/mocking him? Then Yoongi suddenly came up behind him and started pretending to be his bf? Thank you so much and I'm so sorry for the bother!

21) Hey! I've been looking for this fic forever (i've tried every tag on ao3, god help me). It's a v/yoongi fic where tae is really into public sex and yoongi too, but yoongi is shy at first. there's a scene at the beginning where yoongi is on a date with a girl and he goes to the bathroom to masturbate. at the middle they both are in a restaurant with 2 other people (from bts, i can't remember which members) and tae touches him. at the end tae masturbates yoongi in a restaurant/karaoke booth?

Hands-On Learning by pornographicpenguin

22) Hi! Looking for this multi chaptered abo fic where Yoongi is a omega and kookie presents as an alpha during practice and triggers yoongi's heat. Later on jin and joon become mates but it's mainly about yoonkook slowly getting together... Idk if that's helpful but it's driving me crazy because I can't find it

23) Hi, I'm looking for an old jin/yoongi fic that had a magical element in it I read a while ago and need a little help. Yoongi is an underground rapper and he always passes by this shop. One night after a gig he actually stops in front of it and goes in. Jin runs it and gives him a drink. (I think its tea but idk) he also gives him a muffin or cupcake. At the end jin tells yoongi he was looking for love and that's what led yoongi into the shop.

24) Hi! I’m looking for a fic I read a year back. It has Jin as an assassin and he saved the maknae line from abuse and stuffs and they fell in love with him. And he also has a relationship with Suga

25) Weird fic I read but I want to see if more came out. Anyway it's super weird, bts is the a werewolf gang and they go to a party for the higher ranking alphas. There they meet an omega of a high ranking alpha and then more stuff happens that I can't remember. I just thought of it randomly and I wanted to see if you could find it. It's okay of you can't I appreciate the help either way.

26) Ok color me corrected if you manage to find this fic, but I can’t seem to remember anything about it. It’s a red string of fate/soulmate au but I CANNOT remember the pairing. I think it was canon divergent, they lived in the dorm together. I remember that the string was actually tangible and the pair would always trip over it. Thanks haha

27) I am looking for a fic I read ages ago. It was jikook, they were in high school. Jk is really rich and loves taking photos one day he sees jm and is compelled to take a photo of his bright orange hair. Tae sees the photo and hires jk so take photos of jimin as he never sees him smile. Jm is very poor, he is freinds with joon and tae I think. Jin is jks brother. Jm initially gets mad at jk but eventually they become friends and fall in love. There was some past stuff with taegi too I think.

Imperfectly Perfect by whenIseeUsmile

28) Hi. I'm looking for a fic on ao3. It's a historical royalty au and I think it's yoonmin. I think it's incomplete too. Yoongi is a prince and his brother is JK. Jimin and Jin are spys from a neighbouring kingdom that's on the verge of war. The last chapter I remember has the castle being invaded and the royal family being killed, there may have been a fire. I hope you can help

Death In Disguise by pikachoi

#lost and found #lost and found batch #why did you get rid of the line breaker tumblr whyyy #long post

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Priceless: 3/?

Based on the movie of the same name starring Joel Smallbone of For King And Country. This is where things start to get dark, just to warn everyone. Yet, like the movie, I’m trying to also deal with the subject matter sensitively. If you would like more details on the content of this fic before you read it, you can always message me. But just know that I don’t like stories without hope, so there is light at the end of the tunnel, it’s just . . . we’re at the beginning of the dark tunnel.

Much thanks to @xhookswenchx for her beta skills and for helping me with Killian’s characterization in this chapter particularly. There is so much in this fic that is outside my comfort zone, and I so appreciate your encouragement!

Summary: Desperate men often find themselves in places they never thought they would go, but for Killian Jones it would finally force him to be the hero his daughter always thought he could be. The job was simple: drive the truck, don’t open the back, don’t ask questions. But Killian Jones has never followed instructions very well . . .

Rating: M (see triggers below)

Triggers: (deep breath) human trafficking, non-con, rape, prostitution, sexual exploitation, and violence (some of it involving a minor), however, none of this is romanticized or portrayed as anything but wrong and horrible. All rape will only be referred to, not directly portrayed. On a fandom note: Gold and Neal are straight up villains, and there is Knightrook (but no Gothel).

Words: About 2,000 in this chapter

Also on Ao3 and part of my Captain Swan is My Favorite Rom Com: Second Edition. You can also find the first edition here.

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It sounds strange to say that the lights of Las Vegas were breathtaking, but they were. That night, standing there overlooking the city, I felt like a character in a fantasy novel at the end of a long trek. The relieved sigh from Emma next to me made me think that she felt it more deeply than I did. She had crossed an ocean, then a continent, and finally her journey was over. As I watched her, illuminated by the headlights of the truck, her blonde hair blown by the wind, I yearned for her to find that better future she had mentioned. On the other side of me, Anna practically vibrated with excited energy, her hands clasped beneath her chin.

“You’re supposed to get a picture,” Emma reminded me.

“Oh, right.” I fumbled for the phone in my pocket. “Would you mind?” I asked, handing it to her.

“Sure.”

I tried to pose somewhat naturally, something that felt a little odd all alone on that hilltop. I had never been the selfie type. Emma lifted the phone, smiling at me in an amused sort of way. The flash went off, and she frowned at the image on the screen.

“That bad huh?” I chuckled nervously.

“No, I had it on selfie mode. Here, let me try again.”

I moved back into my stiff pose as she snapped another, then another, and another in rapid succession. Then she stepped forward and handed the phone back to me.

“I hope one of those is good,” she said with a shrug.

“Thanks.”

Her sister Elsa, who was leaning next to the truck beside Liam, called for her. She turned to go with one last smile my way, her gaze scrutinizing me head to toe. I felt myself blush and hoped she couldn’t see it in the dark.

Once she was a few feet away, I scrolled through the photos she had taken. My smile seemed nervous, at least to me, but it wasn’t as bad as I had been expecting, and Alice would be able to see the lights of the city in the background. My finger froze and my breath caught at the next picture. It was the accidental selfie Emma had taken. Her hair was in motion, fluttering in the breeze. Her eyes weren’t looking into the camera, but beyond it, at me. With the dark night all around her, she looked like some sort of angelic visitation with her light skin, golden hair, and sparkling eyes. Her mouth was turned up in a teasing smile, directed at me. In short, she was breathtaking.

I bit my lip, my finger hovering over the delete function. It seemed like a violation somehow to keep her photo, and yet . . .

“Killian!”

The way I jumped at Liam’s voice you would have thought I was looking at porn. I quickly closed my phone’s screen and pocketed it.

“Get over here,” Liam continued, waving me over.

The passenger door of the truck’s cab was open, and Elsa sat there with her feet dangling outside. I frowned when I noticed she was slumping against the seat. The back of Liam’s hand was pressed to her forehead.

“She’s burning up,” he told me.

Elsa waved her hand weakly as if to brush off Liam’s concern. “We’re almost there. I’ll be fine, really.”

Liam frowned as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Well we can’t have her in the back of the truck like we planned. Not like this.”

I glanced at Emma, and the alarm in her eyes matched mine. “But I wasn’t supposed to open the back.”

“Are you serious?” Liam practically shouted. “She’s sick!”

“Liam,” Elsa said, reaching out to grasp his forearm. I noticed that her voice sounded weak. “It’s okay. It’s only another fifteen minutes or so. Right?”

Everyone looked to me, and I swallowed hard. Dread had seemed to be brewing just below the surface of my mind the closer we got to our destination, but I pushed it aside. “Yes, give or take.”

“We can’t let them know you interacted with us,” Emma added.

“We’ll take care of her,” Anna vowed as she put an arm around her oldest sister.

“I’m really sorry about this,” I told them.

Elsa started to inch her way out of the cab, practically sagging against Liam’s chest when he reached out to assist her. Nevertheless, she stood tall once her feet touched the ground. She stepped away from Liam and grasped both of my hands in both of hers.

“No apology necessary. You have gone above and beyond for us.”

My eyes darted away from her earnest expression. The three of them deserved so much more from me. When I thought of how far I had driven with them locked in the back, in utter darkness, it made me feel ill. There was nothing else to be done, however, and Liam and I helped the three women into the back of the truck once again. I could barely make out their figures in the dark as I shut the door. The sound of the bar sliding into place seemed to echo in the vastness of the desert.

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There was an unmarked van in the parking lot of the Staylight Motel when I pulled in. As I parked the box truck, two men got out of a black Cadillac. The driver had stringy gray hair that reached his shoulders, and he wore a nice three-piece suit. He walked with a limp, leaning on a gold tipped cane. The man with him was younger and more casually dressed, his brown hair slightly disheveled. He gripped several purple carnations in one hand.

I glanced nervously at Liam as we excited the truck. We stood side by side as the men neared, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Liam settle into his protective stance, arms crossed, chin tilted up slightly. I pressed my eyes closed for a brief moment, praying that nothing would go sideways.

“I take it there were no difficulties in the transportation?” the older man asked, forgoing any introductions.

I nodded. “No problems at all.”

“You must be Mr. Gold,” my brother muttered.

A smile slid across the man’s face. I couldn’t help finding it slightly sinister. “Yes. And you must be the big brother who insisted on babysitting.”

Mr. Gold turned his gaze back to me then, a challenge in his eyes. I met him with a confident gaze.

“Liam doesn’t expect any additional pay, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page, then.” Gold gave the man beside him a curt nod, and the younger one headed to the back of the truck. My heart began to hammer in my chest. Gold reached into the pocket of his suit coat and pulled out an envelope fat with bills. Before he could hand it to me, the other man’s voice called out.

“Dad, you better get over here. The lock and bolt is busted.”

Gold raised one eyebrow at me. “Really?” He hobbled over to his son, and Liam and I followed nervously. He reached out with one hand to inspect the lock, then leveled a gaze on me.

I swallowed and licked at my lips before answering. “We had a little . . . problem. I fell asleep and went off the road. But the girls were okay, and we didn’t -”

Gold raised a hand and cut me off with a brief chuckle. “Couldn’t resist temptation, eh lads? Don’t worry. It happens.” With that, he shoved the envelope at my chest. Then he nodded at his son. “Neal. Continue.”

Neal pulled up the rolling door, and Emma, Elsa, and Anna came forward. I held my breath again, praying they wouldn’t notice how new their dresses were or how clean they were for the traveling conditions. Neal reached out a hand to assist each of them out of the truck.

“Welcome to the States, ladies,” he said, handing each a purple carnation. The way his eyes raked each one up and down caused my stomach to turn, especially when his gaze landed on little Anna.

“Something’s not right here,” Liam whispered in my ear, and I knew he was right.

Neal’s fingertips danced along Anna’s upper arm, and my brother’s arm shot out before I even knew what was happening. He grasped Neal’s wrist, stepping between him and the young girl.

“Where are you taking them?” Liam demanded.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw three burly men exit the unmarked van. Two of them grasped Emma and Elsa by the arms and rushed them to the van.

“Killian?” Emma asked, her voice wavering with a bit of alarm.

“Don’t touch them like that!” I shouted, lunging at the man yanking on Emma.

Everything after that happened so fast, I could never remember what event led to the next. All I knew was that when I collided with the man holding Emma, he lost his grip on her. She pummeled him, the purple carnation Neal had given her falling to the asphalt. There were shouts, I saw Elsa practically flung into the van as she shouted Liam’s name, and Anna screamed.

But the loudest sound was the cocking of a gun.

I turned towards the sound and received a kick to the stomach for my distraction. Crumpled on the asphalt, I looked up to see a gun pointed at my brother’s temple. He held Anna in a brotherly half-embrace, and his eyes found mine. In them, I could see resignation.

“Let go of him or I pull the trigger,” the thug instructed Anna.

With a sob, she relinquished her hold on my brother. Neal took her by both elbows and dragged her to the van. I lurched to my feet, but the man with the gun stopped me.

“I’ll blow his fuckin brains out!” he shouted.

Chest heaving, my hands fisted at my sides, I froze where I was. All I could do was watch the girls’ terrified expressions as the van door slid shut. It pulled out of the parking lot, the thug’s gun still at my brother’s temple. Gold limped closer, his cane beating a staccato rhythm on the pavement. His eyes pierced me, cold and calculating.

“You’re lucky I’m still going to pay you.”

Neal and his father got back into the Cadillac, pausing only long enough for their hired gun to jump in the backseat before they pealed out of the parking lot. A sob choked my throat as I fell to my knees on the hard ground. There, crushed into the asphalt, were the broken remains of Emma’s carnation.

“Liam,” I gasped, as tears streamed down my face, “what have I done?”

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Lights, Camera, Action Chapter 3

Warnings: None

Words: 3,396

A/N: If anyone gets a tag notification, my bad! XD Trying to add someone to the list and accidentally deleted the entire fucking chapter! but please still enjoy. :)

Moodboard made by me, none of the pictures are mine

Alex’s POV:

She always seemed so flustered, I felt bad. I think she got into her own way too much and over analyzed things was what made it worse. She did well in the staging and didn't seem like she was nervous at all, but when I ran into her after mine and Marco’s scene, she seemed a little shaken.

“Hey! Rose.” Marco called. Rose jumped and turned, giving us a smile when she realized it was us. We went over to her. “You did good in your scene today.”

“Oh, thanks.” She said, that cute pink color returning to her cheeks. I chuckled as I realized we were probably going to see a lot more of that for a while. “I was really nervous and we weren’t even actually filming…”

“Well, just do what you did today. Don’t even think about the cameras.” I said, Marco and me falling into step with her as we walked, each of us on either side of her. Rose sighed and nodded.

“I know. I just...Overthink a lot and think I’ll mess up and it gets me all worked up. I’m a very sensitive being, alright?” She said, with fake tears in her voice as she held out a hand to me. Me and Marco laughed as Rose let out her own giggle. She gave a small sigh and said, “I’m just really weird. You’ll understand when I’m more comfortable and can be openly weird around you guys.”

I shrugged and punched Marco’s shoulder as I said, “So are we. I mean if you’re a fan, then you’ve seen the videos right?”

Rose giggled and nodded. “Yeah, but I’m a whole different kind of weird. I don't think y’all are ready.” She said. We chuckled as we reached wardrobe. “I have to get fitted. Um, I’ll see you guys back at the hotel?”

Marco nodded before he added, “Maybe we’ll ride back with you. Our scenes are almost done.”

I swear I saw a flash of fear in her eyes, but she quickly covered it with a smile and a chuckle. “Yeah. Well, let me know.” She giggled. Marco chuckled and we parted ways as we made our way to another part of the set.

“She’s cute.” Marco said. I looked at him and chuckled.

“Yeah. She is. I don’t understand why she’s so shy though.” I said. Marco shrugged.

“New people, first time acting. We were the same on our first sets. I mean not like that, but we were still nervous.” Marco said. I nodded and gave a shrug.

“Well, hopefully she’ll get more comfortable as we go.” I said. Marco nodded as we came up on set.

“Hey, mate! There you are!” Jordan called, walking over to us. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Unfortunately, Rose went back pretty quickly, her fitting going fast so we missed riding back with her. But once we got back to the hotel, we ran into her as she made her way to the pool.

“Oh, hey, guys.” She said with a bright smile.

“Hey. Heading to the pool?” I teased, seeing her with her towel and flip flops. She giggled and nodded.

“Yeah. I just want to soak in the hot tub for a while.” She said with a shrug.

“Shit, can we join? We had to do a little stunt work and I’m feeling sore.” Marco said, glancing at me. I shook my head at him, whether he liked Rose or he was trying to push us together, I wasn’t sure, but either way he wasn’t being subtle and Rose saw it too. She pursed her lips as she tried to hold in her laugh and nodded.

“Sure. I’ll be out there. Come find me.” She said, glancing from Marco to me as she walked past us and out to the pool. I turned to him and gave him a playful shove as we went to the elevators.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I laughed. Marco laughed and said, “What?”

“We did stunt work? It was so minimal. You’re so full of shit, Ilsø.” I snickered. Marco shrugged and said, “What? I’m just trying to help the poor girl out.”

“Help her with what?” I asked, scrunching up my face as I chuckled.

“Come on, man. She obviously likes you. I’m trying to to help her.” Marco snickered. I rolled my eyes as we stepped into the elevator.

“Seriously? She’s a fan, that doesn’t mean she likes me like that.” I said. Marco scoffed.

“She seems to be more flustered around you than the other guys. I saw her talking with Clive and Gustaf earlier. She was perfectly fine.” Marco said. I shook my head.

“I don’t believe it.” I said, walking out of the elevator. Marco shrugged.

“Fine. Then you’ll have no objection if I try to get you two together?” Marco teased. I gave him a look.

“Try what you want, man. I’m telling you, she doesn’t like me like that. She’s just a fan.”

Rose’s POV:

I sat in the hot tub, alone thankfully, and had my head tilted back as I let the warm water work out all my nervous kinks. I literally did nothing physical during my staging and my muscles hurt, my back hurt, my legs, my thighs, all because I worked myself up for something so simple! I needed to learn how to relax in these kinds of situations, but that bitch we call Anxiety rears her ugly ass head like ‘Bitch, you thought’ and just wrecks my body and my mind. For these reasons among many others, this was why I snuck a little, ahem, medicine into Dublin. Don’t ask me how I did it, I was just as shocked, believe me. I knew I shouldn’t have brought it, I could have gotten kicked off the show for it most likely, but thank god I had the good sense to get a medical card for it. I only ever smoked when I needed to de-stress, especially after something like the last two days, which wasn’t something super stressful, but in my fucked up mind, it was. Plus I was only an occasional smoker, if I did at all. But I knew I would be freaking out while I was here so I snuck a few joints, only ever smoking half or even less than that, just a little high to get the edge off.

“Hey.” I jumped as my peaceful state was shattered. I sighed and looked up as Marco and Alex came over, snickering. Marco slipped off his flip flops and dipped his feet in as he asked, “Why are you always so jumpy?”

I sighed, with a giggle, and said, “I just zone out and sometimes I’m not aware or it’s just unexpected. I told you, I’m fucked up.”

I giggled as Marco did as well, slipping into the water and sighing, sinking into the water until it reached his nose. Alex shook his head and pulled his shirt off as he kicked off his shoes. Good. Fucking. Lord, it took everything I had to not start drooling. I looked him over, quickly, looking away as fast as I could, but I saw Marco staring at me and I knew I was caught. I felt my cheeks heat as Alex slid in to join us, giving his own sigh of relief.

“They said you were from California, right?” Alex asked, turning to me. I looked at him and nodded with a rather proud smile.

“Yeah. I’m from Santa Clara. It’s not really a small town but almost no one knows where it is.” I said with a giggle.

“It’s not near San Diego, is it? I’ve been there a few times for Comic Con.” Alex said. I couldn’t help but laugh as I shook my head.

“No. It’s like almost a day’s drive from San Diego. But my aunt lives down there, so I’ve been a few times.” I said.

“Yeah? That’s cool. Have you ever been to Comic Con?” He asked. I gave a soft snort and shook my head.

“No. I’ve heard the tickets are super expensive, for one, and sell out almost immediately, for two. But I want to go so bad. I love meeting the celebs and seeing the cool cosplays. Some are really good for pictures.” I said. Alex raised an eyebrow and asked me, “You take pictures?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I went to SacAnime Con one year, up in Sacramento. Those were some of my best pictures, holy shit. There were some real spot on cosplays.” I said. His eyes practically glittered.

“What kind of camera do you have?” He asked. Marco groaned and dipped his head back. Alex shot him a look. “What?”

“Dude, you and your photography.” Marco chuckled.

“Hey, Photography is a fucking art, alright? You’ve either got the eye for it or you don’t.” I said, slightly defensive, but chuckling. Alex looked at me and smiled.

“Exactly! See?! She gets it!” Alex said, holding a hand out to me.

“She’s a photographer too! Of course, she does!” Marco laughed. Alex flipped him off as he turned to me. I giggled and answered his previous question, “I only have the camera I got for college. Canon EOS Rebel T3. Kind of shitty.”

“Canon is a good brand.” Alex said. “I have a 6D.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it in some of your pictures on Instagram. It’s fucking gorgeous.” I said, with a soft sigh. Alex chuckled and slid closer as we dove into talk about cameras and our photography. We talked for what seemed like forever, but it had only been about 15 minutes.

“What kind of reflectors do you use?” He asked. I’m not sure why, but I blushed as I answered, “I don’t. I don’t use lights or reflectors at all. I use natural light and adjust my settings accordingly.”

He stared at me in shock. “Are you serious? I can’t even do that!” He said. I giggled and blushed even more. I’d been told before that shooting in natural light was a talent that you either had or you didn’t, so it wasn’t anything new to me, but for the fact that Alex was impressed made my heart flutter.

“God, you two are perfect for each other.” Marco muttered. Alex shot him a look but couldn’t hold back his chuckle. “What? I’m just saying. She’s as big a nerd about photography as you are. You’ve never met a girl like that before.”

“That’s because you really have to have a passion for photography to be good. You can’t just buy a point and shoot an call yourself a photographer.” Alex said. He turned to me and said, “I’d love to see your stuff sometime.”

“Well, I’m on Instagram. And I have a page on Facebook.” I said.

“I’ll have to grab it from you before we leave tonight. I’ll check it out in the room.” He said. I swear to God, I heard my heart burst. That or it stopped, either way.

“Y-yeah. Sure.” I said. Alex chuckled.

“Alright. I’m getting into the pool. It’s getting to warm in here.” Marco said, pulling himself out. Alex glanced at him and nodded in agreement.

“You wanna come?” Alex asked. I sighed and gave a soft groan.

“I was really hoping not to get my hair wet.” I chuckled as I got out as well.

“We won’t dunk you or anything.” Alex said, taking his hair down and slipping his hair tie around his wrist. I shrugged and took mine down as well, shaking it out and tossing it over my shoulder.

“It’s fine. It’s gonna happen anyway.” I giggled. As we started walking to the pool, Marco and Alex started screwing around and eventually broke into a run, heading toward me. I quickly moved out of the way as they both jumped into the water, making a huge splash. I shook my head and laughed as they splashed around.

“You two are ridiculous, I hope you know that.” I said, popping my hip and crossing my arms. The boys chuckled and gave one more splash at each other.

“We know.” Alex said.

“Jump in!” Marco called. “Come on, it’s not that cold!”

“Oh, it’ll be cold. And it’s going to feel great.” I said.

“So jump in. Come on.” Alex said, splashing my feet. I squeaked at the cold and jumped back with a laugh. Alex swam to the edge and rested his chin on his fists. “Jump in.”

I sighed and got a little run going, jumping over him and splashing into the water, letting myself sink to the bottom before I kicked off, hard, popping up out of the water. I gave my head a small, quick shake, flicking the water out of my face before rubbing my hands over my face. I shivered and let out a soft moan from the shock of the cold water as I turned to the boys. They chuckled and I splashed them.

“Shut up. I’m sensitive to temperature changes, okay?” I said. Alex chuckled and kicked off the wall, swimming over to me. Marco smirked at him and hung back while we talked.

“Is this your first time in Dublin?” He asked as he floated over to me. I nodded.

“First time in Ireland, actually. I’ve wanted to visit here for years.” I said. Alex raised an eyebrow with a soft ‘Oh?’ I nodded and said, “Yeah. I’ve got some Irish in me and my grandpa’s family is from Stradone in County Cavan. It’s like...An hour away from Dublin? I’ve been dying to come here to see our family farm and get some pictures.”

“That would be cool. Maybe I can go with you on a day off or something. I’ve never really travelled outside Dublin or the set.” Alex said. I lit up a little and nodded.

“That would be awesome. Hopefully, I’ll still be here when you get a day off. I’m only in a few scenes for now so, I might leave soon.” I said with a shrug. Alex chuckled.

“Well, if they like what you do with the character and the chemistry and all that shit they might write you a bigger part.” Alex said. I swear my face turned pale and the thought.

“Oh, God. I can barely handle this! I don’t know if I want a bigger part!” I said with a fake whine and a soft giggle. Alex laughed and shook his head.

“Nah, don’t even worry. You’ll be fine. We can always run lines until your comfortable. It’s really about making sure you know the lines and can get down the action. The cameras and being on set becomes second nature. You tune it all out after a while.” He said. I shrugged and nodded with a soft laugh. He chuckled and started to swim around me in a circle, like a fucking water vulture. I giggled and began to spin with him, clasping my hands in front of myself and simply moving my legs to spin. It stopped him for a minute, utterly baffled and we both laughed before he continued, “So, you’re Irish? What else are you?”

“I’m basically European, to be honest. Irish, Italian, Scottish, German...I’ve even got a little Danish in me.” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

“I bet you want a little more in you…” Marco said, quietly, but loud enough so I could hear him.

“Yeah, I do.” I responded, causing a surprised reaction from Marco and my mouth to snap shut and look at him in shock. Marco burst into laughter, nearly drowning himself, while Alex bit his lip to stop from doing the same, having heard everything. I was almost positive my entire body was flushed red as I slowly jellyfished my way to the ladder and quickly got out. “So, anyway…”

I made my way to my towel and wrapped myself up while Marco continued to die of drowning as he laughed and Alex chuckled, swimming to the edge and climbing out to follow me. I sighed and tied my hair up after wringing the excess water out.

“Rose…” I turned as Alex scooped up his towel, drying himself off. I gave a sigh and pasted on a smile. “He’s an idiot. He says stupid shit like that all the time.”

“Well, I usually have better control over what comes out of my mouth. So…” I said with a tilt of my head as I slipped on my flip flops and started to leave. Alex chuckled and jogged to catch up with me.

“Hey,” He touched my arm to stop me and turn me to him. “I say stupid shit like that too. And it’s gotten me into a lot more trouble.”

I gave him a soft laugh and shifted my towel to wipe the water droplets that trickled down my cheeks.

“Well, I’m sure you don’t get embarrassed easily, so…”

“Why was that embarrassing? It was all a joke. It’s kind of a big part of what we do behind the scenes. You said you like that shit.” He teased. I smiled and giggled. Alex chuckled and put an arm around my shoulders as we walked back inside. “Listen, don’t listen to Ilsø, okay? He’s an idiot. Probably as big an idiot as me, but whatever.”

We both chuckled and broke apart as we reached the elevators. I sighed and glanced down at my feet.

“I’m sorry. I’m just...Really-”

“Nervous?” He finished. I looked up at him as he wore that stupid grin on his face. I laughed, softly and nodded.

“Yeah. Exactly.” I said as the doors opened. We both stepped inside and Alex pressed the button for our floor.

“Well, hey, if it helps, just hang out with us for a while. You’ll get used to us and we can run lines and stuff. If being around new people makes you nervous, then hang around until we aren’t new to you anymore.” He said. I shrugged.

“Sounds like a good idea. I’ve always said I wanted to hang out with you guys anyway.” I said. The doors opened and we got off, walking down the hall to our rooms.

“Really?” He asked, surprised. I giggled and nodded.

“Yeah. I’ve seen your guys’ stories and the videos and stuff, and it’s like half the time it’s stuff me and my friends do.” I said.

“So, you knew we would get along! Why are you so nervous?!” Alex asked, fake tackling me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and tickled me a little. I squealed and grabbed at his hands, trying to pry them away as we walked. Alex chuckled and let go of me as we reached my room.

“Because you guys are famous. I psych myself out, overthink. I’ve told you this already, many times, Alex.” I teased, swiping my room card and opening the door. Alex followed me in and I dropped my towel, rummaging through my bag for something to change into. Alex leaned against the doorway as I dug through.

“And now you know we’re just two big idiots and have nothing to be afraid of right?” Alex teased back. I gave him a look and pushed him out the door.

“Shut up.” I said. Alex snickered and turned to walk down the hall. I sighed and bit my lip, watching his backside as he left. Suddenly he stopped, after only a few steps and came back.

“Oh, hey, what was your Instagram and stuff? I really do want to check out your work.” He said. I chewed my lip before holding out my hand for his phone. He gave me a smirk and opened his Instagram before handing it to me. I typed in my photography handle and handed it back to him. He looked at the name and chuckled, clicking on it and pressing follow, then looked at me and said, “Jackson Rose?”

I shrugged and said, “I prefer to go by Rose.” Alex chuckled and nodded.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He teased. He gave his phone a little wave and said, “Goodnight.”

“Night.” I said, leaning against the doorframe to watch him leave. I bit my lip and prayed that my time here would go smoothly, especially when it came to Alex.

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