#actress wore same nose ring

[malavera]

Intruder (m) — Tom Cruise

A/N: This isn’t really proofread 🫣 but ENJOYY! 💋

Summary: Tom had a very long day, when he came home he didn’t expect anyone to be laying on his comfortable bed, with her legs spread wide and wearing his favorite button up shirt, a moaning mess.

Warnings: smut, stalker!reader, dom!tom, degradationKink, f/masturbation, f/receiving, WORK OF FICTION

tagging: @deanscroissant

You were born a rebel.

Your favorite movie of all time was Ocean’s 8 and The Bling Ring starting Emma Watson with that pretty good American Accent. Living in L.A has its perks. There will always have parties around the block and the networking is godsend. You and your girlfriends crashed this party one time, nobody noticed an uninvited guests were coming, it was literally a big party hosted by the most famous actor’s son. Your girlfriend successfully slept with Scott Eastwood. The parties that you go to aren’t always the ones that were hosted by some bunch of college kids. Through that networking, you successfully gotten into the ‘party’ party.

You and your girlfriends love doing this. The sneaking in and sneaking out gave you some kind of guilty pleasure and adrenaline that nobody would understand but your girlfriends. There is one thing that they won’t understand though, your obsession with older men. You don’t think you’d have Daddy Issues, no. There’s just something about being attracted to older men that gives you this exciting sensation. It’s a state of mind that, not everyone could understand.

Dragging your finger tips across the marbled walls, you couldn’t believe that you’re actually, successfully, breaking into your number one obsession’s house.

Tom Cruise.

You thought, him being the famous actor in the world, would have a very tight security. He’s basically the United States, but why is this man, chose to live like a normal person with minimum security.

Walking into his living room, you felt like this isn't warm enough for him to come home to. You managed to lighten up the fire in the fireplace. Brushing your hands against each other, you turned your head to the other side of the room to find his liquor collection. You smirk to yourself, you decided to get comfortable and fix yourself a drink. Take advantage as it's good while it lasted, you thought.

A glass of whiskey on your hand, you've always been a whiskey kind of girl. Walking upstairs to explore some more, you finally found his bedroom. Once you closed the door slightly, the temperature is as the same as the living room downstairs. Another fireplace is spotted, you decided to light it up too. You sighed, you loved the warm feeling. You loved being in his room. If only he's real to you, if only he knows you. If only you were born a diva, or a superstar actress, you could probably get it. A chuckle was left from your mouth as you imagined all of the possibilities if you were given the chance to choose how you'd want to be reborn.

Pushing the double doors open from his bedroom, you are greeted with his large closet. It's perfectly color organized. He owns a lot of dress shirts and lots of fancy dress pants. Your fingers went up to touch his watch collections, his cologne. You sprayed some a little bit to your wrist, lightly shaking it before you bring it up to your nose to inhale the sexy smell. You finally know what he smells like.

You sighed in awe before you decided to take off the black dress that you wore and spray the fragrance to your neck, another one of your wrists, and the back of your knees. Placing the bottle back on its original place, you decided to grab one of his dress shirt. Unbuttoning the buttons before you push your arms to the sleeves.

Standing in front of the big mirror, you hugged the fabric the fabric of the shirt to your body. It’s soft, it’s silky, it’s just perfect. Each seconds you spent standing in front of the mirror, you only thought of one thing, if only Tom was standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your body. You sighed, you can only dream.

Walking out from the closet, your eyes wandered to the large bed. Lips bitten as you imagined how could you make it come true, his warm body pressed against you on this bed. You tossed yourself to the soft cushion, you smiled to yourself as you feel the soft and fragrant bed cushion. With a closed eyes, you sighed as your mind began to imagine things you shouldn’t imagine.

Imagine if he were to stand in front of you wearing nothing but his fancy dress pants. Your knees bent, your pussy wet, it yearned the warmth of his tongue flipping against your fold.

"Humm.." You closed your eyes as you hummed to yourself, your fingertips lacing across your lips before you decide to wet them with your saliva.

Your free hand playing with one tit as the other releases itself from your mouth to drag across your stomach down to your pussy. You circled your fingertips against your clothed pussy before you disregard them and toss it somewhere in the room. You bend your knees and spread your legs before you tease your clit.

Tom closes his garage with a huff as he made his way inside. He did not expect the whole house to be this warm. Curious, is written all over his face. He didn't seem to leave the house with a fireplace lit up, when he came in the living room, he noticed his favorite bottle was sitting on top of the bar, chilled.

He softly set his things down on the sofa, leaving the room to check other rooms such as the kitchen, the dining room, any room that is on the ground floor. When Tom stands in front of his large spiral staircase, he swallowed down his saliva before he made his way up the stairs. Tom had to tip-toed in his own house, with a phone on his hand, ready to call his private security who'd be there in just a second.

The door to his bedroom was slightly ajar, a faint light illuminates from inside his room. He heard faint moans. With eyebrows scrunched together, he pushed the door slightly open, only to be surprised that there’s a total stranger lying on top of his bed wearing his dress shirt with their legs spread.

Tom was furious.

How can this stranger breaks into his house?

His anger soon fades away when he heard another moan coming out from your mouth, you sounded so delicate to his ears. Tom watched the way you tease your own pussy, making it nice and wet, before you put one finger inside.

Testing out the waters, you thrust one finger inside your wet pussy. He thrusts one finger inside you, “Look at me, Baby. You feel that?” Tom chuckles. “Look at this pussy, Baby. Look at the way she sucked on my finger.” Tom smirked. “It’s just one finger, how about we add two?”

You added another finger, another moan escaped from your mouth. “Oh that’s a good girl, I’m sure you can take three right, Baby?” You whimpered, but you obeyed. You added a third finger inside your cunt.

Tom watches the whole thing, and it was sexy. Your pussy can really take anything. You thrust your fingers more inside your pussy, going in and out of your cunt in a steady pace before it starts to get even more tingling.

“Oh! Tom… Please, that feels so good..” You moaned to yourself, your fingers still fucking your cunt.

Tom pursed his lips before he pushed the door open and made his way towards you. You, being lost in your own world, you didn’t even hear him coming in, let alone sensing another presence inside the room.

Tom harshly pulled your wrist off, resulting a loud gasp from you. Your body jolted from the laying position, “Oh my god!” You gasped.

“What a whore.” Tom spat, before he pushed you back to his bed. Him hovering over you, he put his fingertips inside of his mouth to wet them before he shoved two fingers to your cunt.

“Oh!” You loudly moaned.

Tom thrusted his fingers in and out of your pussy, before he curls them and flicks them off inside, earning lots of loud moans from your mouth.

“What a fucking whore, breaking into someone else’s house.” Tom grunted in your ear.

“You liked this, don’t you? Huh? Look at me?” You forcefully opened your eyes to look at him in the eye. A stern look on his face, but his hands didn’t stop fucking your cunt.

You whimpered, “I’m s-sorry.. S-sir!” You felt your thigh shook, you’re close.

“Yeah? You’re sorry? No. I bet you’re loving this.” Tom grinned.

“Are you gonna cum? You’re gonna make a mess on my fingers? My bed?” You couldn’t answer, you kept whimpering.

Before you know it, you squirted on his hands. “Oh!” You gasped, your legs trembling, Tom slowed down his pace as he realize you squirted out your release. Tom looks down at his hands, a mess.

“Tsk.. Tsk..” Tom clicked his tongue before he pushed himself off of you.

“Such a whore. Best get going.”

A/N: 🫣 ouch.

[writing-claws]

Sydney & Jane 1

"Stop picking at that," Jane scolds me lightly.

I take my index finger away from the forming pimple under my nose that I'd been rubbing. I lean back against the couch we're sitting on, turning my attention back to the plastic fork in the macaroni and cheese bowl Jane picked up for me from Wawa. I got it with barbecue sauce and pulled pork; she got herself her own macaroni and cheese bowl with buffalo sauce. Her icy blue eyes are watching tonight's feature film, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, with a knowing fascination. It feels like the ninth time we've watched it together since she's moved in with me. Though a complete trainwreck of a movie, it's a childhood favorite of ours and serves as a comfort for both of our wretched souls.

Onscreen, the Knave of Hearts, played by Crispin Glover, takes his place by the Queen's throne and kisses her offered hand. I'm reminded of my teenage years where I tried to convince myself I was straight and that Glover was my celebrity crush. Never one to let me live this down, Jane grins at me and points at the screen.

"Look, Syd," she says teasingly. "It's your boyfriend."

"Oh, shut up, you," I retort with a predictably sour face.

Crispin Glover. Why couldn't I have pretended to crush on Johnny Depp like all the other girls? Crispin Glover.

"Oh, come on, Syd. You know it's custom to point him out every time we watch this movie."

It's been a long day at work. A Friday, which means a lot of customers, which means a lot of hustling in the kitchen to be done, and in record time. It wasn't any easier for Jane, either; spending all day on her feet talking up the latest product of the beauty industry. I would think that she could sell that makeup with just how well she wore, well, anything alone. But communication skills are a requirement in any and all departments, and she excelled at that, too.

"We know Alice has returned to Underland," says Helena Bonham Carter's character as she stares down at the newly arrived Hatter. "Do you know where she is?"

"I've been considering things that start with the letter M," responds Johnny Depp's character. "Moron…"

"...Mutiny. Murder," I talk over the movie in my best, over the top Johnny Depp impression. "Mmm… Malice."

"We're looking for an A word now," Jane talks over the movie as well. She always made a great Red Queen.

She sets her bowl down on her lap to brush her blonde curls off of her shoulder, surrendering to laughter as she mimics the actress onscreen. I can't help but stare at her, the beautiful siren to my fumbling fisherman, drawn to her song. A creature so ethereal, she almost couldn't exist. And she was in my apartment, laughing and eating macaroni and cheese.

Jane's blue eyes suddenly pierce into my soul, causing it to shudder in its large, fleshy cage. She leans in closer, beckoning me to do the same as if pulling me in with a spell.

"Sydney," her quiet voice rings in my ears.

"Jane?"

"You're staring again."

I sit up bashfully, snapped into awareness. My bowl tips over in my lap and I barely manage to catch it before the barbecue sauce spills onto my pajama pants. Jane breaks out into ungraceful laughter. I grumble irritably.

"I was just… thinking," I stammer. "About how lucky I am to have you here."

She doesn't answer, but her teasing grin turns into a warm smile. Jane scoots over towards my side of the couch, careful with her own bowl, and snuggles up to my much chubbier, larger body. She leans her head on my shoulder.

"I'm lucky to be here," she finally says.

Our eyes meet once again before we share a brief, tender kiss. I lose track of what part of the movie we're on.

[a-2-z-news]

These actresses dazzled their bridal look with pearl necklaces, wore the same nose ring

These actresses dazzled their bridal look with pearl necklaces, wore the same nose ring

Actress Wedding Nose Rings: From Deepika to Katrina, these actresses dazzled with pearl necklaces, wore identical nose rings. Source link

[extremelyblackandwhite]

innocence - 29

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: smut (18+, underage DNI)

A/N: its angst season again!!

NEXT CHAPTER

Bucky held the old phone against his ear as he waited for Natasha to pass the line onto Steve, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Once again, there were no news coming from them. There’s not enough evidence for us to even make a guess, he’d tell him every time he called the super soldier. It did not matter how many hours he spent on the phone, a team of synthesoids, witches, spies and super soldiers couldn’t bring upon themselves to figure out who was threatening his girlfriend. His mind couldn’t stop going to the worse places. If he didn’t figure it out, who would?

   - Buck, we can go through the record off people who got into her building but do we even know if it’s the same person? 

   - It has to be, Steve. Go through the records, check for anyone who isn’t from the building.

   - Have you asked Y/N who she thinks might be? 

   - No, I didn’t tell her. - he gulped. - I promised her she’d be safe. I’m not gonna tell her. 

   - That is a ter ... - the line broke down and before he could call out for Steve’s name again, he heard Y/N’s voice right behind him. 

   - When were you gonna tell me? - she held up the letter in front of his face and he swore all the colour drained from his face. - Bucky, when were you gonna tell me? How long have you known? Where did this come from?

Bucky dropped the phone to the holder, visibly gulping at the sight of his girlfriend holding the letter he had sworn not to let her see. However, except of seeing the fear she had displayed the first time it happened, she was upset, mad even with that hidden type of serene look which he was sure would scare any army. She put the letter on the table, crossing her arms at him. 

    - It came yesterday. I don’t know if it actually arrived yesterday but that’s when I got it from the post box.

    - Why didn’t you tell me? - she sighed looking down at her feet, one hand holding her weight on the table. Bucky’s jaw locked, eyes moving from side to side before he wrapped his hand around her forearm and led her into the bedroom. Last thing he needed was for her whole family to know not only was he terrible at his job, he was also terrible at being her boyfriend. First fight in her parents’ home ... you can’t fuck up any further Barnes. - James, I’m not toying around.

     - I thought it wasn’t important. - he lied. 

     - They found my family home, James. It is important and you hid it from me. Why did you even open my mail? 

     - I hoped to be able to find who did it before I told you. I didn’t want to ruin your Christmas. - he put his hands in his pocket. She narrowed her eyes at him, arms crossed over her chest. 

     - Is that why you don’t wanna kiss me or touch me? You ... Do you ... You agree with they called me? - she frowned, her own anger replaced by her own insecurities. Bucky blinked slowly as if he was processing what she had said, not believing the words which had came out of her mouth. - I ... I didn’t mean to be too forward, I jus ...

     - No. No, no, no, no ... - he walked so fast he was almost running, holding her by her arms. - No. I don’t agree with them, I would never agree with it.

   - Then ... are you really not in the mood and I just made a complete idiot of myself?

   - I don’t, no, I just feel like I failed you, failed my job. - he cupped her face in his hands, trying to find her gaze but she refused to look at him. - I don’t want to fail you, everyone but you. I’m sorry I kept it from you, I thought that you’d feel safer if you didn’t know.

    - So you thought keeping me in my own delusion was the best thing to do?

    - I’m sorry. - he leaned his forehead against hers. She looked up, into his baby blue eyes as her hand hoovered over his arm. - I didn’t want ... I didn’t mean to delude you. 

    - You didn’t fail me. - she brought his hand up to her lips, kissing the back of it before leaning her face against it. - It is not your fault that letter came in.

    - But I should know who it was ... or at least Steve should. He’s proving himself to be quite useless ... - he grumbled on, which made her hold in her laughter by biting the inside of her lip. - I’m sorry, dollface. I really am.

     - If you ever kiss my head when I’m trying to kiss you ever again, we will have severe problems. - she pointed her finger jokingly at him. 

     - Heard it loud and clear, princess. - he pulled her arm so she was chest to chest with him as if they were about to dance. - Just so we’re clear, I do not agree with those letters. 

      - Please don’t hide things from me. - her ring finger traced his cheekbone softly. - I can’t stand it from everyone but I personally can’t stand it coming from you. You’re the only one in my corner.

     - I’ll always be in your corner but I will want to protect you and I will sometimes do something stupid. 

      - Why do something stupid when you could do me? - she looked at him with that little shy grin which was just always so endearing to him. Bucky chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. It was a short kiss, broken by him merely to look at her pout.

     - You’re getting frisky, princess? 

     - Well, you did lose your chance to see what’s under my robe. - her fingers slightly rose the hem of her robe to show a bit of her lace garter before dropping it to grab her dress. - But I do need to grab some takeaway.

    - I’m going with you. - he followed into her own ensuite bathroom, but she stopped him, holding the door edge in her hand. - You were going to show it to me anyway. 

     - Next time don’t hide stuff from me. - she smiled before locking the door leaving him alone while she got dressed in a jumper like dress. Bucky leaned his forehead against the door, his mind going haywire as the minute she was gone he immediately started thinking of how he hadn’t found who was sending those letters. How come no one had figured it out? Surely whoever had done it couldn’t be that  good at covering their tracks unless they were a professional. Y/N exited the bathroom in her jumper dress and put her hands on the nape of his neck. Bucky took that opportunity to rise up the hem of her dress, watching the soft white stocking reach its end where it connected to her garter. - No, Bucky. No. 

     - When did you have this? I’ve never seen you wear it before. - he tried to pull it upwards a bit more but she stopped him by merely wrapping her hand around his wrist. - Did you buy it for me, princess?

    - Oh no, I wore this when I was 20. In front a 150 people audience. 

    - What? - he looked as confused as the day someone explained what the internet was to him. - Someone else has seen it? Why can’t I see it?

    - Because you’re not in the mood. - she walked away to grab her coat and her scarf. - Are you coming?

    - Oh, in more ways then one, princess. - he too grabbed his jacket, following her down the stairs.

He held her hand as they stepped outside, going into a mode he wasn’t used to going into very often. Everything and everyone was suspicious to him and at any moment, he felt like he was ready to kill someone with only a snap of his fingers. Bucky wanted that and at the same time he didn’t want it. It was a hard duality, that of wanting to defend her at all costs and ensure she was the happiest and that of wanting to just bask into how it felt to be hers, because, god, did it felt god to be hers. It was like waking up in spring mornings and all his mistakes seemed to fade whenever she smiled, the way her nose scrunched up and she hide her mouth with her hands, saying her smile was much to ugly for him to see it. Of course she was lying, her smile was the cutest thing. Yet, he wanted her safe, he wanted her to be endlessly happy. He could never get rid of his demons, of what they had done to him, but he could make sure no one hurt her, no one treated her like a commodity because she was everything but that. 

    - Claire said Aunt Petunia corned you about babies. - she spoke out as they waited on the line. - I’m sorry, I keep telling her not to but I think she’s in competition with her friend about it. 

     - It’s okay. - he chuckled. - Do you want one?

     - Baby?

     - Yeah, do you want a kid someday?

     - I do but only one. I think my mum and dad lost a pound of hair each time me and my siblings bickered. Besides, Colin almost made me believe you were cheating on me.

    - What?

    - Yeah. I was desperate, I called Chuck for help. Chuck. Also, I think he’s dating.

    - Circling back to the baby question ... would you consider a baby, maybe you and me have one, someday?

    - You want to have a baby with me? - she peered up from looking at her shoes to look at him. Bucky immediately regretted the question, she was young and probably not thinking about kids. - Buck?

    - Forget it.

    - No, Bucky. I didn’t mean it like that ... I just thought you wouldn’t want to have kids. 

    - I don’t know. - he scratched the back of his neck. - I mean, I don’t really have much family left and I’d like to think, maybe someday, we could have our own.

    - Bucky ...

    - I’m freaking you out.

    - No. I’ve thought about it too, buying a house, having a baby, but ... everything I do is controlled and scheduled and tight lipped so I tend not to day dream about it. 

    - Hey ... - he hooked his arm under her waist, pulling her close to him. - You still have agency and besides, I’m really good at going undercover if you need to. 

    - You always know what to say. 

    - That’s because you’re predictable, princess.

    - I am not. - she retorted, pouting as she crossed her arms. 

    - Yes, you are, princess.

    - Really? - she cocked an eyebrow at him, before standing on her tip toes to whisper against his hear. - I’m not wearing any underwear. 

    - What? - he blushed as Y/N smiled before stepping forward to collect the takeaway bags from the customer assistant. Bucky cleared his throat as the two of them walked outside. - I thought you had something to show me.

    - I did but then I realised it is really uncomfortable to be in that lingerie, so I took it off.

Bucky felt most of his blood travelled south as he looked up and down her body. Damn it, suddenly her home felt so far away from the restaurant. He couldn’t help but stare at her body as  they  walked down the street, the way her dress draped over what he now knew was her naked body. Part of him felt jealous that she was in such a state in front of everyone else but the other part, the most overwhelming one, wanted to push her into an alley and take her right there and then and maybe he would’ve done so if he hadn’t seen a few paparazzi trying to appear invisible. He put himself on her left, mostly covering her, wrapping his hand around hers as he picked up the pace to get to her place. Once again he stood behind her as she opened her door, so close her could smell her daisy perfume and if he were a bit younger and lacked self control, he would’ve drowned her neck in hickeys. However, he thought seeing himself display some strong PDA with his girlfriend on the next morning’s paper. She took her jacket off, hanging it on the hooks by the door.

   - We’re going. - he whispered against her ear as she placed the takeaway bags on the kitchen. She opened her mouth to protest, wanting to defend her right to have the yummy food she had just bought but Bucky gave her no chance to do so, instead holstering her upon his shoulder and climbing up the stairs.

Y/N waved at her younger brother who stopped in his tracks as Bucky passed through him and straight into her bedroom. Before she could protest once more, he laid her on her own bedroom, climbing on top of her and started to kiss her neck which replaced the half done protests with small moans. His hand slide up her left to her tight, rising the dress in the process and sure enough, she had not been lying about not wearing any underwear. Other than the garter which held up the sheer white stockings, she was a bare as the day she was born. Bucky took a moment to appreciate it, the bare woman laid on the bed under him, looking at him as if he were the only man in the world.

   - I must say, princess. Whatever you had to show me can’t be better than this.

   - Maybe my food downstairs is better. 

   - You’re not walking down any stairs anytime soon, after I’m done with you. - he leaned down to kiss her, a harsh full of need kiss as if he hadn’t seen her in decades.

She smiled through the kiss, hands held over his neck as he placed kisses and sucked her skin in places she was sure to get a hickey the next day, but it didn’t matter. In all honesty, nothing really mattered when he kissed her. Y/N held her hands up as he took off the dress and basked in her nakedness. Screw all the women he had ever slept with, no one compared to her. It didn’t have to do with beauty or even seduction. She was just her, just herself in her own naked glory standing under him, eyes shining with a naive like lust as she awaited his next movement. Bucky should’ve done something else but he decided just to kiss her, fingers caressing the soft skin of her face.

    - What is it? - she asked as he interrupted the kiss once more.

    - You are the most wonderful thing in my life, Y/N. - he kissed her once more, one hand coming to remove his own trousers. 

Her lips stretched into a small smile as she rose her forehead to press it against his. She mumbled a small I love you, kissing the side of his lips as he pushed his cock into her. Her lips stretched into a gasp as he grunted once he shed himself completely inside her, eyes closed as he let the feeling of being inside of her take complete hold of him. She continued mid gasp, not a single thought forming inside her mind rather than how good he felt, how full she was. 

Bucky opened his eyes, baby blues almost navy coloured as his hand pushed some of her hair away from her face, kissing her to silence her little gaps and moans which came out in such meek tones, it made him even hard just from listening to them. The kiss was forceful, his lips  swallowing all her sounds as he slowly circled his hips against hers, one hand holding the side of her hips with a vice like grip. He pushed his hips back, removing himself from her only to thrust back into her, establishing a slow and delayed pace, grip strong enough to leave a bruise the next day. She whined, nails dug into the fabric of the sleeveless tank top he had not taken off. 

   - Bucky, please ... - she pleaded, tears pooling in her eyes. - Faster.

   - No, princess. You’ve been so bad lately ... what should I do with you? - he stopped moving, stilling inside of her.

   - Move? Please?

   - Giving me handjobs in a plane, pouting when you don’t get attention, walking around without underwear. That’s not good girl behaviour.  

   - Bucky ... - she tried to rock her hips against his but he stopped her, hand firmly pressing her against the mattress. - Bucky, please.

   - I don’t know, princess. - he leaned into the crook of her neck, playfully bitting her  sensitive skin, before kissing it and doing it again. - You look so pretty when you’re begging for my cock. I almost want to see it more. Maybe leave you like this all night, what about that?

   - Please, Bucky. Please. - a tears rolled down her cheek as she tried once again to rock her hips against his into a pointless effort. - Please, please, I need it.

   -  I know. You got so upset when I didn’t fuck you last night, dollface. - he moved out and into her in a long, slow motion, earning more moans from her. - You’re just becoming so needy for me, princess. 

   - Please. - she pouted, raising up to kiss him, her hands moving up to try and take off his shirt but he refused, shutting her actions by starting to relentlessly thrust in and out of her as if he had been possessed by mere lust. Y/N threw her head back as his hand grabbed her breast harshly and he continued to relentlessly fuck her.

Her  legs trembled as he went back to paying attention to her neck and jaw, the mix of all the emotions chasing her high. She whined, trying to deal with all she was feeling from his lips against her neck, his hand massaging her breast and flicking her nipple every once in a while as well as his cock veins against the walls of her channel.  She managed to open her eyes for a few seconds and swore she could cum merely at the sight of him as he moved away from her neck to thrust faster into her, head thrown back, pink reddish lips opened in a circle, sweat forming in hairline. She had done that, she had gotten him to look so lost in pleasure and that was as stimulating as something could get. 

His hand left her breast to start circling her clit, slowly and painful, a harsh contrast with the fast pace. Her own hand replaced the place that had once been occupied by his hand on her breast, biting her lip as he continued with his motions. Bucky did not stop until she reached her orgasm, the tight feeling in her lower stomach exploding into a particular high pitch moan which he silenced by kissing her, reminding her her parents were still downstairs after all. He didn’t take long to reach his own orgasm either, continuing to thrust quickly into her until ropes and ropes of cum painted her walls. The orgasm weakened his hold over her for a few seconds, leading to him collapsing to her side, pushing her along with him. Bucky slipped out of her, reaching up to kiss her lips followed by a small kiss to her nose. 

   - Hi. - she said shyly,  cuddling against his chest as he pushed a cover over her body. - No more secrets, promise me.  

   - I can’t promise that. I can promise that whatever I do, I do it because I love you and I want you safe. 

   - Buck.

   - I will try. - he kissed her forehead. - Good?

   - Good.

She remained in his arms, cuddling against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beat softly against his ribcage. It felt good, it felt good to feel loved, to hear the heartbeat of someone who loved her, someone who existed, someone who she had only dreamed about and now existed in real life and loved her. The two watched the old clock on her table turn to midnight. Christmas day. She looked up to him, extending to give him a quick kiss.

   - Merry Christmas, love.

   - Merry Christmas, princess. - he kissed her nose. 

   - I thought we could trade presents between us. Make it special. 

   - Me first. - he said and before she could ever argue, he was rolling out of bed with a small blanket covering his nudity to grab a present wrapped in festive wrapping paper with her name written on it. He sat on the bed, next to her, pushing the duvet to cover her so she wouldn’t be cold. - I hope you like it.

   - I’m sure I will. - Y/N smiled at him before proceeding to unwrap her present. It was a book and one she recognised very well from seeing pictures on Google whenever she looked around jokingly for first editions on Ebay. - Buck, it’s too much. I can’t.

   - It’s mine. Well, it used to be mine but now it’s yours. 

   - How do you even know I like the Hobbit?

   - Chuck told me.

   - You and Chuck talk? - she giggled, unable to picture her best friend having a conversation with Bucky who was always brooding.

   - We don’t but whenever we’re on set, he just keeps talking. He said you liked it, so I thought it would be fun if you had the one I read when I was what? About your age?

   - Oh okay, grampa. - she poked his chest jokingly before handing him his present.

Bucky kissed the side of her temple, opening the package to see an album like photo with his name written in gold. He gave her a confused look but she merely nodded her head, telling him to open the book. Once he did, he saw “All the times Bucky Barnes was a hero” written in her handwriting followed by pages and pages of articles calling him a hero, the saviour of the day and other words he did not equalise with himself. 

   - I know you don’t believe you’re a good man but I do and it’s not just me who thinks it. There has been darkness in your  life but the way you continued onwards, doing good to the world which hurt you ... that’s noble. - he heard her voice almost in a echo like fashion as he moved page after page. It did not only ranged from his time in the Howling Commandos but even til now, with recent missions and facts. Everything was there, different journal cut outs, different testimonies. Everything. 

Bucky looked to his side, looked at her who was smiling at the book in his hand which she had put together and he knew. He just knew.

   - Y/N?

   - Hm?

   - Marry me. 

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[abbynx]

Man's greatest treasure

(Monoma Neito X Reader)

You find it particularly difficult when it comes to clashing amongst the most the rich and important who has colourful arrays of expensively glimmering rocks sewn in their clothes while you wore second hand clothing you've inherited from your older relatives. You find it additionally difficult you were practically the most underdressed person, ironically the most eye-catching one in the banquet. It seems like being the favoured darling among the crowd in this party sounds ethereal... If they weren't looking down at you on their noses with their brows raised, probably questioning how a simpleton such as you be in an extravagant banquet hosted by the wealthiest and privileged family in Japan.

Silently heaving a sigh, your gaze simply met with the floor. It was then you noticed the rich texture of the material of it. For all you know, the floor you're currently standing on is made with the most rarest stone known to mankind but at least it does not negatively interact with you. The nasty glares from rich strangers never seem to fade out even if you try to divert your attention into something else. Your ears can't help but to do its purpose, you've heard the things they've said about you.

How the hell did they even got here?

Who in the world thought it would be a good idea to invite them?

Did they...? Crashed the party?

Ugh, their attire is sooo last decade

Aren't they supposed to be... not invited?

Who invited this peasant here?

You have always dealt about comments about you. Whether it was because of your physical appearance, your personality, your status, your background, your ambitions and you have come into terms with it... You were born from a poverty-stricken family who raised a person who will give them financial support. You have always been the pawn, the answer to their financial needs. For the booze, the drugs, three meals a day, a decent living space... However, there would be times you would find yourself getting strangled with extremely irrational thoughts. You would let them fuel the way you doubt yourself to a certain extent you've contemplated about your own worth. A pawn to your parents, a doormat to privileged people, a plaything for fate to entertain themselves with... A worthless nobody who serves the role as the floor scrubbing servant who feeds on the leftover from the plates of the privileged.

The only reason you were because of an invitation from the celebrator himself. Neito Monoma wishes to celebrate his success of landing as the top ninth hero with you by throwing am insanely large gala.

His family was old money, filthy rich and will only get richer and richer as the decades pile on. Their family have always been composed of famous and successful people. His father owns a large company for jewellery mainly rings, his mother is a famous fashion designer, his eldest brother is the heir of the company and as well as a popular influencer, his sister is the famous actress with myriad of talents for both Broadway and media...

And how could you forget your darling Neito Monoma? The top ninth hero of Japan. Talented, skilled, cunning, intellectual, successful... Compared to a plain nobody such as you are. You often questioned your relevance and worth and he hates it.

It was no secret his family does not like you. They never bothered to conceal it even if Neito was around. You've met them before, it was the time your boyfriend introduced you to his family in a simple family dinner in the Monoma estate. You can still feel their gazes bearing scrutiny and obvious hatred. Neito was by your side all the time and you appreciate it... But there would be times where you're starting believe his parents that he deserves better.

You have encountered his sister awhile ago. She was divinely beautiful, a deity incarnated with a rotten core. With a face barren with any superficial cosmetics, it was then you realize that she is effortlessly beautiful as much as she is effortless at being ugly on the inside. The way she scrunched her face upon seeing you present in her brother's celebration... It was disgusting that you weren't able to stand your ground, but your in the depths of your despair, your inferiority got the best of you instead.

"Oh, I thought he would have already broke up with you-" she gazed at your from the tip of her nose. "-dear brother deserves the best and only the best. Not some peasant dressed in poorly sewn trash. Even the floor has more worth than you." She says, before walking off. It was awhile ago, just before the gala was crowded with too much people, and yet it still lingers in your mind.

The floor even has more worth than I have-

"Ah, you've made it!" You find yourself snapping out of your irrational thoughts induced trance when a certain pompous voice took your hands in his, pulling you closer until your head rests on his chest. You gradually pressed your head against his chest with a sigh, entwining your fingers with his soft and slender ones. His chest lightly shakes with a light-hearted chuckle, wrapping an arm over the small of your back while his free hand held your hands. "I apologize for my tardiness, I was simply greeting guests individually... So I decided to greet the best for last." He strokes your hand with his thumb, before pressing your wrist against his lips.

He usually enjoyed seeing you vulnerable when reacting to his shameless acts of public display of affection. The way you would timidly avert your gaze from his smug, but oddly affectionate ones, the heat emitting from your face and the smile you try to defy. But this time he saw a different type of vulnerability in your eyes... You were shaken, your usual vibrant eyes were dull and casted down, your head lowered, your shoulder sagged and back haunched. Monoma Neito immediately notices your unusual discomfort and pulls you out of the crowd to a more obscured area by the balcony.

He walks behind you, puts his hand atop your shoulders and rolls it back. He proceeds to walk in front of you, taking your chin with his pointer finger and thumb, before tilting it up to have your lovely eyes meet with his. His lips formed into a soft smirk before stealing a peck from you. He lingered a little longer, savouring the sweet spark between you and pulls away to stare into your eyes.

"Darling, chin up-" he puts his curled finger under your chin, tilting it up. "-your crown is falling."

"Oh shut it-!" At the most highest range of your voice, you shoved him by his chest and turned away from him to face the gardens below the balcony with a red face. A low chuckle erupted from the depths of his velvety vocals and takes this as an opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and puts his chin atop your shoulder.

"Are you particularly uncomfortable with the crowd? If I've known it sooner I would have swept you off your feet and have you in my bedroom-" his finger began to wander by your shoulders, wandering by your collarbone and neck, before he found himself tracing your jawline and cheeks. He leans to your ear, his hot breathe fanning your skin as he acquired an enticing voice. "-we could've done so many things- OOF!"

You did not let him speak any further by giving him a good elbow by his stomach and pushing him away. Your cheeks burned hotter than the sun and the only thought you can pick at the back of your head was to jump off the balcony if he ever continued to fluster you like this. He doubles over in pain, clutching his stomach, but couldn't help but to laugh at your dirty assumptions.

"I was going to say reading books or watching a movie, but I see you have something else in mind," he laughs, wrapping his arms around your stiff figure. His laughs subsides with a sigh, before he puts his chin over your shoulder. "What's wrong, my love? You've been uncharacteristically silent the whole night."

You knew it wouldn't last long before he would address the elephant in the room. You were quite disappointed it took him a few minutes before he can see what's wrong. The moment he lead you out of the crowd, he knew something was wrong. You were becoming more easy to read the more he spent his time with you and you have no idea if it was a good thing or bad.

He sighs at your relentless desire to stay silence. You felt his lips on your cold neck, his cold hand grasping your hand and giving it a tight squeeze.

"Darling, please..." His voice was reduced into a more soothing tone. Genuinely concerned for your well being, taking you seriously... "Please tell me what to do to make you feel better..."

That damned voice he uses that instantly commands you to listen to him, to make yourself the best version of yourself just for him. Your chest started to well with pleasant feelings, knees started to feel weak, leading you to lean your body on his for support. He presses his body further, engulfing you with his comforting warmth. Neito gently strokes your arm in a manner to comfort you, just waiting for your answer.

"Is it my family again?" He asks, patiently waiting for your answer.

You sighed, turning around to face him. You leaned your head on his chest, grasping his hand in yours. "Promise me you won't confront them about it." You knew far too well he will find his ways to look for a loophole from your request, but at least you can hope he won't confront them because of you.

"... No promises." You rolled your eyes, lightly smacking him by the chest. He simply chuckles and caresses your cheek with a loving smile. "I'll try not to be too harsh."

You sighed, knowing full to well he might not abide with your conditions. "It's your sister..." You held the same hand he uses to caress your cheek, firmly pressing it. "She- she said that I'm worthless-"

"We both know it isn't true, my love," he smiles, kissing your knuckle and watches you squirm under his kiss. "You, my darling, are not worthless. You're priceless. Ignore my family, disregard their judgement. Their beliefs are all built in with vanity and you shan't let them affect you."

He deeply gazed upon your eyes, his grey orbs peering into your soul and piercing it with sincerity and reassurance. "No matter what they say, no matter what they do, you can't let them knock you off your humble pedestal. You can't let them dictate your worth. For you, my sweet sweet angel, are man's greatest treasure."

With tearful eyes, you embraced Neito, pressing your face against his chest. You denied yourself to sob, bursting into small whimpers as he strokes your back with his hand, swaying you from side to side to calm you down.

"It's alright my love, let it all out..." He comforts, kissing your cheek and letting you cry on his chest.

"I love you, Neito..." You wiped the stubborn tears away from your eyes, backing away from him.

He chuckles in amusement with sheer euphoria, he pulls you close. The distance between the two of you closed as both parties leaned forward to meet in a passionate kiss. He grasps your hand close to his chest, wherein his heart erratically pounds within him. After pulling away, he lingers for a second and leans his forehead against yours.

His lips touched yours as he breathlessly spoke, "I love you, too, my dearest Y/N. Remember you're worth more than you think."

[got-svt]

it could’ve been you

summary: it’s jinyoung’s engagement party and you find yourself wondering what could’ve been if you had said yes to his proposal years ago.  pairing: park jinyoung x reader (+ some platonic!jackson x reader) genre: angst word count: 2076

part of my tales from the lakes series inspired by taylor swift’s champagne problems

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Jackson had been kind enough to ask you to be his date for tonight. “As friends, obviously,” he quickly added once he noticed the panicked look in your eyes. He insisted, claiming that you needed a bit of extra support if you were to make it out of that party in one piece. Maybe he was exaggerating, but you knew he cared for you. So, as you rolled your eyes and lightly hit his chest at his antics, you agreed. Jackson clapped his hands together and gave you the biggest, most reassuring grin he could muster, “Great! I’ll pick you up at seven.”

You didn’t tell him, but you were grateful. 

Because as you stepped inside the lavish restaurant that Jinyoung had rented out for the occasion, you became vaguely aware that all eyes were on you. You smoothed out the non-existent creases on your most expensive outfit as you avoided their eyes. Jackson sensed your anxiousness and took your hand in his, leading you away from their judgemental gazes to a table where Yugyeom and Bambam greeted you with a smile.

“Yn!” Bambam engulfed you in a bone crushing hug, “I’ve missed you so much.”

You let out a breath as he released you from his grip, “I’ve missed you too.”

“We saw each other last week,” Yugyeom said, looking at you and Bambam in confusion, “what are you talking about?”

“A week is too long.” Bambam joked, gently bumping his hip into yours.

Yugyeom was about to open his mouth to retaliate when people started crowding around the large entryway, catching all of your attentions. All four of you make your way to where everyone else was, meeting up with Mark, Jaebeom, and Youngjae in the process.

“What’s everyone gathered around for?” You asked to no one in particular.

“The man of the hour has finally arrived.” Mark replied, but his eyes were elsewhere, and you couldn’t exactly blame him.

Jinyoung walked in, handsome as ever, hair swooped back and in a fitted black tux. All smiles, eyes crinkling as he looked around the room. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight before it clenched as memories of him dressing that way for you entered your memory. 

Beside him was the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes upon. You had never seen her in person before, only on a screen as she acted alongside Jinyoung in several of his dramas. You hated to admit it, but she looked more radiant in real life. The cameras did not do any justice to her already perfect skin, shiny dark hair, and adorable button nose.

You forced yourself to look away when everyone in the room called out for them to kiss.

That could’ve been you.

___

You had been there for him since day one. 

From the day his family moved into your neighborhood, into the house next to yours. He was the one to approach you first, to the shock of those you tell the story to. It wasn’t that Jinyoung was awfully shy or terribly picky, he just usually preferred his own company to that of others. But when ten year old him saw you at tumbling around in your front yard, something in him knew he had to talk to you.

You had been the one to encourage him to audition at JYP, recognizing his talent even before he did himself. You helped him practice in his bedroom, learning choreography and singing songs alongside him. And when you tackled him with a hug at the news that he passed the audition, warmth and happiness radiating from your body, he knew he loved you. 

You were the first person who was able to sneak into their dorms. It was almost midnight and you wore anything you thought helped conceal your identity: sunglasses, a mask, and a hat. He met you at the backdoor and immediately ushered you inside, introducing you to the people that would, alongside him, eventually be got7.  The members immediately loved you, which in turn only made him fall for you more. 

You were there at the front row during got7′s very first concert. A sign in your hand that declared your love for him. He spotted you in the crowd immediately, heart jumping as he read the sign, which caused him to stagger on some of the lyrics he was singing. You and him had been friends for years. What exactly gave you the courage to be the first one to confess, he never figured out. But he was grateful nonetheless when you met him at his dressing room with a kiss. 

You never would have thought that someday you’d have to watch him get married to someone else. 

___

Jinyoung never thought that you would actually come, especially given your history. Truth be told, the invite was more of a courtesy rather than an actual invitation. You were no longer lovers, now reluctant friends. If it had not been for the rest of the members, he would’ve lost contact with you altogether.

Still, his feet seemed to have a mind of their own when they lead themselves straight to you— skipping his family and friends. He tried to tell himself to turn back, maybe talk to his future mother-in-law instead. But it was too late, he now stood a few feet in front of you, hands in his pockets with a small smile on his features, “Hi.”

“Your bowtie is crooked.” 

“What?” He uttered out, eyes alight with confusion. 

You let out a small chuckle and pointed at the black fabric, “I would fix it for you, but you know—”

Jinyoung looked around the room to see some of the guests watching the both of you, quickly looking away once his gaze met theirs. His hands left his pockets to fix his bowtie, “Ah. I see. Thank you.”

You both looked down, as if the soles of your shoes had suddenly become a point of interest, completely unsure of what to say. The rest of the members always made it a point to no longer leave the two of you alone, for fear of tension and the unavoidable awkward silence. Yet here you two were, without Bambam, Jaebeom, or anyone else to save either of you. 

“What happened to us?” You asked once the silence became too deafening for you to bear.  It was never this hard for you two to hold a conversation, more often than not people would have had to physically restrain you from talking. Now, you couldn’t even look at each other in the eyes. “How— why did we end up like this?”

For a brief moment, quicker than a flash of lighting, his guard went crumbling down. For the first time in years, he let you see the effect you truly had on him. His tone was calm, but not devoid of emotion.  Jinyoung wanted you to hear the sincerity, the vulnerability in his voice, “You said no.”

____

Jinyoung had spent months preparing, but he always knew he wanted to propose. He rented out the restaurant you had your first date in, where you spent each and every one of your anniversaries. He brought a bouquet of your favorite flowers and bought a brand new suit. He asked help from his family, his members, even JYP himself. He spent several nights composing the perfect speech, sacrificing sleep for endless revising. 

But he should’ve known something was wrong when your hand slipped from his as he lead you through a slow dance. When you just picked at your favorite food instead of eating. When you could only give him curt replies to his stories and questions. His mother’s ring was in his pocket, but it started feeling unusually heavy. He assumed it was just his nerves getting the better of him. 

Jinyoung knew something was wrong when you stopped him from getting down on one knee. When you said no before he could even ask. 

____

“You never gave me a reason, you know?” 

It had been three years since he proposed to you, well, tried to. Yet he still couldn’t figure out what prompted you to say no. You had always been on the same page as him, in fact that was what he loved about your relationship the most. Were you just not ready? Or was it because you couldn’t handle being married to an idol? But he would’ve waited, and he was fine with keeping your relationship a secret. He may have even preferred it that way, and when you left him standing that faithful night, he began to question everything he thought he knew about the both of you. But that was years ago, all he wanted now was an answer. For you to give him one good reason.

“I still can’t.”

____

All the guests had gathered around the center of the room. Chairs and tables had been moved to the side for a makeshift dance floor. The string quartet began playing, the notes guiding Jinyoung as he lead his fiancee in the most elegant waltz. Their happiness undeniable as they glided across the room like they were always meant to dance with the other. Their eyes glued to each other, uncaring of the tens of people watching their every move. 

“That could’ve been you.” Yugyeom whispered, earning himself an elbow in the stomach from Jackson. He doubled over in pain before letting out in a strangled whisper, “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

But he was right, it could’ve been you.

The one who wore his mom’s ring on her left ring finger. The one he twirled around the room, earning everyone’s quiet swoons of adoration. The one who gripped his hand tightly as they become illuminated by the soft glow of the chandelier. The one whose picture he carried in his wallet. The one he whispered ‘I love you’ to as he ended the dance with a dip, drowning out the room’s applause with a kiss. 

It should’ve been you.

But you said no, and you could give neither him nor yourself a reason. Maybe you couldn’t handle the life that came with being married to someone like him. You weren’t an idol, nor an actress. You were an outsider and no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be in. Maybe you just weren’t ready to get married. You were so young when he attempted to ask. Maybe you didn’t want to get married at all. The thought of marriage hadn’t even crossed your mind until he started getting down on one knee. Or maybe you were just afraid. Afraid that you weren’t deserving of his love. Afraid that someone else would come along and sweep him of his feet.

And someone else did come along because here she was in front of you, wrapped up in his arms, blissfully unaware of exactly how lucky she was to be with him. 

“I should go.” You muttered, though it was directed at no one in particular, unsure if anyone had even heard. But Jackson did. 

“You sure?” He asked,  “Let me give you a ride home at least.”

“No, please, stay.” You protest, shaking your head furiously, “Enjoy the party. I’m sure Jinyoung will be looking for you later.”

“Yn—” Jackson protested, gripping your wrist to stop you from leaving. His gaze was intense, almost challenging. But you had known him long enough to grown immune. 

You try to shake his hand off, offering him a smile to convince him you were fine with leaving alone, “It’s okay, I’ll just take the train. Or get a cab”

He stared you down, eyes scanning your face as he searched for any sign of reluctance or uncertainty, but he eventually let out a sigh when he realized there was no stopping you. “Text me when you get home, yeah?”

You nod, reaching up to hug him before whispering, “Thank you.”

The rest of the members said their goodbyes with a hug, promising to see you soon. You knew they meant it. 

As you went to the exit, something in you begged you to turn around, to give one last look around the room before you left. And so you did, only to find Jinyoung already looking back at you.

“I’m sorry.” You mouth, unsure if he could even see it.

But he smiled, giving you a small nod before he turned to face his fiancee; turning away from you.

[survey--s]

26.

How are you today? Tired with sore feet but otherwise I’m just fine.

Do you have mean comments that replay in your head and haunt you? Not so much anymore, no.

^If so, do you know why that is? It happened in the past due to pretty horrific anxiety.

What are you currently worried about, if anything? I’m not really worried about anything, I’m just thinking about how exhausted I’m going to be by the time I finish work tomorrow lol. I 

Did you go Black Friday shopping this past Black Friday? I got a couple of things online, yeah.

^If so, what was the best deal you got? I got a great deal on some wax melts and some little storage baskets.

Have you ever been Black Friday shopping? Not in person, no.

What is your favorite Thanksgiving food? We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving here.

Do you wear a watch every day? Yeah, I have a smartwatch for work so I can track my steps.

Pineapple or pepperoni? In general? Pineapple, but on a pizza, pepperoni.

What food makes you feel nauseous? Steamed fish.

Have you ever seen a spirit? I don’t believe in stuff like that.

When you have your own house someday, what color Christmas tree do you want and how will you decorate it? We have a green tree that’s sprayed with fake snow, and we normally decorate with pink and silver, though we’ve not bothered with a tree again this year as Toby would just climb it and knock everything on the floor, lol.

Name 3 youtube channels you’ve been loving lately. I just use YouTube to watch TV shows.

Do you have a youtube channel? No.

What is the most disgusting thing you have ever eaten? I can’t think of anything specific that stands out as being extra disgusting.

What food is so disgusting you could absolutely never eat it? I have a real thing about eating “innards” of animals lol.

Do you like sushi? It’s okay.

What color was the last sweater you wore? It’s burgundy and has beagles all over it.

Name 3 material items on your wish list right now. Nothing specific, to be honest.

Are you happy that the year is coming to an end? I’m happy that I only have four more working days until my Christmas break, ha.

Have you ever bought a designer purse? Nope.

Do you often feel alone? No, not really. I often AM alone but I love my own company.

What could be the theme song to your life? I have absolutely no idea.

List three new songs you’ve discovered this year that you like a lot. Little Lady - Ed Sheeran ft. Mikhil Pane and I can’t think of anything else lol.

If you could win a shopping spree in any store, what would it be? Fat Face or maybe a supermarket.

Do you wear jewelry often? I wear earrings, a nose stud and rings everyday.

How old were you when you found out Santa wasn’t real? I never believed in Santa.

Do you own a Polaroid camera? No.

List one past regret. No regrets.

Do you own Converse, and if so, what color? Yeah, black ones, and I also own white and purple knock-offs.

What color was your senior prom dress? Red.

Are you colorblind? No. What’s one pet peeve of yours? People who don’t indicate.

Would you ever consider a career in writing? I’ve considered it in the past, yeah.

What was the first thing you wanted to be when you grew up? Probably an actress or something like that.

What was your first favorite color? Pink or yellow.

What is your favorite color now? Purple.

Do you know a lot of people with the same middle name as you? One or two people, but I wouldn’t say a lot.

Do you like the name Brynn? I do, but the only Brynn I know is a dog. A border collie, to be precise.

[crisantemu]

Emilie Agreste’s build up surrounding other characters and its importance to the future story

Because I was supposed to be studying and my brain only comes up with stuff like this at the worst times. 

I tried organizing all the topics as best as I could so hopefully it won’t be difficult to follow.

So... Emilie Agreste, huh. One, if not the most mysterious character of the series. I am 120% convinced she is not as good of a person as Gabriel and Adrien paint her to be.

More on this under the cut.

Indeed, we know basically nothing about her for sure except her full name and her twin sister (both these pieces of information revealed in Felix). We can assume the miraculous of the butterfly and the peacock along with the book was hers, to begin with; we can assume she was not that great of an actress since her only movie is not very well known; we can assume she was friends with Audrey (since she helped with the movie) and perhaps Tomoe.

Why do I think this? Let’s take a look at the episode Feast:

Right after the temple of the Order of the Guardians appeared seemingly out of nowhere after 200 years of being gone.

This was followed up by these exact frames:

Gabriel and Nathalie are watching. But that’s normal since they’re both the villains of the story and their goal is somewhat connected to that temple. 

From a cinematographic and story-telling perspective, it makes sense.

But then...

There’s these. Both Tomoe and Audrey are also hearing/watching the news. But that can’t be right... They shouldn’t be shown here. It just doesn’t make sense. They shouldn’t have any sort of connection with this temple in Tibet. 

...Unless they have.

I doubt the director would put these frames right next to each other in a way that wasn’t purposeful.

But what could Gabriel, Nathalie, Audrey, and Tomoe possibly have in common (besides being in the same group age)? Knowing Emilie Agreste and her previous trip to Tibet.

From here on we can connect the dots:

- Emilie found the two miraculous and the book Master Fu lost while fleeing from the sentimonster.

- Emilie wore the peacock and did something with it that caused it to break.

- She kept using the broken miraculous and that eventually caused her coma-state.

Strange...

If she knew the miraculous was broken and was hurting her, then why did she keep using it? Clearly, her husband and her son weren’t her first priority then.

Kinda ironic how Gabriel isn’t Emilie’s first priority and yet Emilie is his, even to the point where he’ll put her over his own son (hello, Chat Blanc). Not only that, Gabriel seems to have this... “godly” vision of her, keeping a large portrait of her at his office and a statue of her on the garden (not to mention her actual body being placed safely in his basement with the most advanced medical support and surrounded by a field of white flowers and white butterflies); Adrien does this too to some extent with his lock screens of her. They both loved her. They both still do.

Just what did this woman do to Gabriel to make him believe he needs her to live on? 

And what did she do to her own son to only have him complain about his lack of freedom after she left the picture? How come Adrien love his mother so much when she was the one who conditioned him.

And why does Nathalie also decide to cooperate with Gabriel’s mission to bring her back out of their own volition? You could say it’s all out of love for Gabriel, but since it was revealed the three of them knew each other since high school, I have reasons to believe Nathalie has also some reasons of her own to help Emilie. Audrey and Tomoe could also be part of the same class.

Akin to Marinette and her own class, Emilie could too be forming a “team” of her own. Just not for a good reason.

But then, because we just haven’t enough mystery surrounding Emilie at this point, in Felix we are introduced to her twin sister: Amelie Graham de Vanily. And her nephew too, who is eerily similar to Adrien, to the point where they used to fool both Emilie and Gabriel by switching without them realizing it for a whole weekend!

This episode gave us some answers but it also gave us even more questions. Namely, the great mystery of the Graham twin rings (but I won’t talk about them here).

We did see these rings before though, in the episode Gorizilla where Adrien and Marinette go to the cinema to watch Emilie's movie.  (Later that day, Gabriel sits down with his son and plays the only copy that he has for them to watch).

And here we see again the connection between Emilie, Audrey, and Tomoe.

Before the movie starts, there’s a car commercial.

Now, this may seem completely random, after all having commercials before a movie is a normal occurrence. After this, we even have Adrien's Fragrance commercial.

However, Ikari Gozen proves this was no coincidence.

Tomoe’s car is the same model. As seen by the symbol:

After the commercials, the movie starts. And right after the Graham Movies screen, we transition to the movie itself where we first see this before the title screen:

Again we have the cinematographic parallels between these three women. This further cements a connection between Tomoe, Audrey, and Emilie.

Unfortunately, as of now, we know almost nothing about Tomoe Tsurugi or her family’s story and business that also involves Gabriel (as stated by Adrien himself, Tomoe and Gabriel casually meet up for this kind of business). So let’s look at the rest based on the information we have got so far:

At first, when I saw that logo, I thought that the Grahams already had a film industry to their name.

But then A. Bourgeois came in and it changed my whole perspective.

Remember when I talked about this being Emilie’s first and only film of her career as an actress? This movie was produced by Audrey (could be André too, but Audrey just makes more sense in this context).

Ironic how Audrey Bourgeois was the helping hand for both Agrestes on their respective careers. The major difference is that Gabriel succeeded and became a famous fashion designer while Emilie’s performance flopped.

And Audrey is a pretty greedy person as we all know, so she must’ve had a good reason to waste her time and resources on them.

Just what did this woman do to Audrey for her to lay such trust on her and not resent her for failing?

It’s here that we start to realize Emilie was some serious manipulative master for being able to shape everyone’s view on her. Which again, it’s ironic considering how she wasn’t able to get into the acting industry.

But let’s backtrack a little bit.

Back to Amelie and Felix.

Amelie had exclaimed with glee how Felix and Adrien used to switch places with each other right under the Agreste’s noses. To which Gabriel answers with annoyance.

“I won’t be fooled a second time.”

It’s also worth noting how... uncomfortable Gabriel looked while he was talking to Amelie.

And here’s when it comes the crazy part!!

Now, it’s probably just me, your casual Ace Attorney fan but when I see “two twin sisters” and “switching identities” in the same context, I remember Dahlia and Iris and their little... ploy. Now don’t worry I’m not going to spoil the game or anything. What I meant is; Emilie and Amelie may have done what Adrien and Felix did.

They switched places without Gabriel realizing it.

So maybe while Emilie was doing whatever she was doing with the miraculous, Amelie took her place beside Gabriel as his lover.

Pretty effed up, huh?

But what if Miraculous follows the typical “good twin, bad twin” trope? Then we’ll clearly know who was the good twin, and we’ll also know why Gabriel loves “Emilie” so much.

And it would also explain this:

“Secret siblings”

This gives on the potential for some cold-blooded twists and honestly, I’m here for it!!!

[wwoodaengie]

The And. (Timeskip!Semi x f!Reader)

a/n: okay, so this story was inspired by the "the and" interview/s watch it here. Also I miss Semi so much. This semi is a very popular band member and you're the actress semi is dating. For soooo long.

your fights with Semi is becoming a regular thing, it started to scare you.

Tonight, is the same night the other nights before. He set foot on your shared apartment, you prepared dinner, you ate together.

It was going so well.

You didn't know what the fight is about.

Only screaming.

And crying.

You were shocked when you heard the door slam shot. It got you back to your senses. How the hell did this happen?

You cried and cried. The fights are too much. You are thinking off all the worst scenarios that could happen.

You stayed up until 4am.

Semi never went home.

You woke up with the blaring sound of your phone.

"God, y/n I've been calling you for the past 10 minutes! Where the hell are you?! Your shoot is starting in 2 hours. Get ready okay!? I'm on my way there."

You grabbed your towel and went to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror.

You looked really sick with your red puffy eyes, nose, and cheeks. Someone will notice this, obviously. Your manager will for sure.

You finished getting ready earlier that you expected. So you had the time to drink coffee and eat a sandwich. You also checked your phone for any messages from Semi. To your disappointment, nothing. Not even one message telling you that he is okay.

So he's really gonna take it this far? How the hell will this shoot pull through if your boyfriend is acting like a jerk and clearly, you're tired of always being the first one to apologize.

No, not anymore. This is the last time.

You arrived at the set, still no traces of Semi Eita.

"I am so excited to see this interview! Did you know that a lot of couples cried when they do this?" Your hairstylist asked.

"Yeah, I stumbled to some of their interview videos." You said.

Your eyes diverted to the silver haired man in a black leather jacket who made his way to your left, not saying anything. His eyes straight. Not even a glance.

You mentally rolled your eyes.

Was it really that bad? The fight?

You tried your best to remember, but you failed. All you could remember was that he forgot to take the trash out for 3 consecutive days. If that was the reason, then, how the hell did the both of you became so petty?

The tension in the set is very evident. Your managers noticed the cold atmosphere, they noticed how Semi only looked at you when your not looking, how he fidgets with his fingers and play with his guitar pick. Like contemplating whether to go to you or not.

The managers called the producers and talked to them about things the both of you can't hear. 5 minutes later the headphones are being handed to the both of you. You wore yours and you walked on you chair, Semi did the same, but Semi wasn't wearing a headphone.

So you couldn't hear anything. He was blubbering words, you tried to read his lips but you can't read his lips. His eyes tho, it was ignited with fire, passion, and love. Things that weren't there a while ago. The Semi stood up and went to his dressing room. You noticed the signals of the producer, you removed your headphones.

Semi went back to the set and he had his headphones now.

You sat again and the producers gave their instructions to "answer the questions with all yor heart." You laughed at that.

"Okay the first question, how did you first meet?" The director asked. You proceeded to answer the question saying that he was your senior in highschool and you had a small crush on him because he looks so cool playing volleyball. They also asked you how it all started. You answered it with ease, those memories will forever be engraved in your mind. How you comforted him when they lost on their last game to Semi confessing through the song he debuted to.

All the happy memories. All the memories you'd definitely come back to.

The directors shouted cut and they told you to give them the headphones, for the last question.

"So the last question, 6 years later.. how do you love him?"

it struck your heart.

You looked at him he looked at you.

"How.. do i love him? How do i love Semi" you repeated the questions and smiled.

Still looking at him, eyes locked on him.

His eyes locked on you.

"I... love him every single day. Most of the time because i tell him, sometimes by buying his favorite food, buying strings for his guitar, listening to his songs.."

You swallowed the lump in your throat as the tears started to escape.

"I love him by holding his pinky before he goes on stage because he said it calms him down, when arguments starts I apologize, first. I wait for him to come home.. I -i love him because he's here and I know he'll never leave.."

And then they asked him.

God knows how much his words pierced your heart.

"I love her.. i love her..every single day,as well. I love her by giving the bigger size of the bed, by eating the yellow parts in sunny side ups, by nuzzling my face in her neck.. the small things."

He swallowed and locked his eyes on yours.

"I love you.. with all my heart.. and I know you know that, my love never changed but at the same time I think it did. I still can't get enough of you, I want you to stay here with me but If one day you tell me you want to fly alone, i'll let go.. because i love you and i want the best for you.. i love you, even with all those arguments, fights, and shouting i'll choose to come back to you to talk to you and fix it. So if it ever gets tougher and tougher, i want you to remember that the situation is what frustrates the both of us, we are mad at our situation not at each other.. so hold on.."

You were crying, Semi is too. The word cut wasn't yelled yet.

"Semi, do you mind?" His manager stood up and caught his attention. He nodded and walked to you.

"This wasn't the plan I had in mind, Last night wasn't part of the plan. I'm sorry i didn't come back." He said, you nodded and wiped his tears.

Confused if this was still a part of the interview.

Your eyes widened when he knelt down with one knee and pulled a red velvet box.

You covered you mouth in shock, but he took the right one and held.

"I-- i'm gonna repeat what i said, I love you. I really do, our love won't change, i know that. But this time, i think it is only right to change it for the better, this time, i will love you differently, in all ways you can imagine, i can imagine, i will love you with everything that i have, for the rest of my life... So, would you me? Will you marry me? And give that change a chance?"

A sobbing mess, that's what you are. But you didn't care.. All attention was given to Semi and the ring, the most beautiful ring. The symbol that finally, after 6 years, your love will be on its way to be sealed.

"Ofcourse, with everything that I have, lets get married, Semi"

shiratowizawa missing hours its 2 am and i had the audacity to write this, UNPLANNED.

Anywy, enjoy and have a great night/day/ good sleep. Coz I will. HAHAHAHAHA 😅🥰

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Love me, love me not ~ pt. 9

09: When Grayson has a good day

Summary: Five months passed, the pair finally reunited. Y/N comes bearing more good news he could even imagine...but life always counters good news with bad ones.

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, talking about sex

Word count: 3.3 k

Love me, love me not ~ Series Masterlist

She hasn’t seen Grayson in almost five months. She has seen him, but not really - photos don’t count. Dreams don’t count.

While the world speculated about their sudden break, or at least what they could assume is a break up considering the pair hadn’t been seen hand in hand for so long, Y/N and Grayson continued their lives to the best of their ability, just in different directions.

Grayson got his callback for Dimitri and after months, he was finally in the top three. He focused on his own mental health and physical preparations for the role he was gunning for, putting love on hold because he didn’t give up on Y/N. Just as he promised her.

Y/N decided to step down from the spotlight until she had to return for final rounds of auditions for major characters, a chemistry check sort to speak. She retreated into her own bubble, traveling the world as silently as possible, although she was caught in pretty much every country she visited.

She discovered thighs about herself she didn’t even know, learning that being alone and lonely are two very different things. You choose to be alone while loneliness is imposed on you. And she was lonely at first, twirling the ring she refused to take off, and thinking about the man who gave it to her for safekeeping. But then she was just alone, enjoying her own company and the beauty of self-love. She forgot about that for a while, but she rediscovered what it means to be human again.

And she missed Grayson.

She especially missed him when she saw the tattoo he had gotten shortly after their departure - a pink-haired woman, driving a convertible, just as she imagined Rose to be in her head…the tears on her cheeks must have been what he had envisioned, the same tears he saw her shed that night they last saw each other.

They didn’t completely stop talking. She’d shoot him an odd text or a photo of a sunset every once in a while, and he’d send her news on the casting progress.

It took her two weeks and five days to cave to Snapchat him a photo of a sunset over Machu Pichu, captioning it with: Made me think of you.

She’d like his photos and tweets and he’d do the same. It was what kept the fans alive and convinced the break wasn’t a breakup, simply a distance thing.

Grayson and Y/N knew they’ll meet soon enough. It was inevitable. Neither really cared to fight the sentimental smiles that pulled at their lips with each passing day, because every day brought them closer together, it meant she’d be back to L.A. and back to him.

And he missed her.

Grayson missed the smell of her hair and the way she’d tuck it behind her ear. He missed her lingering perfume and the way he’d smell her on his shirt for a week after they’d hug. And he missed her smile that warmed his heart and made him lay down his armor. But, what he missed the most were actually her cold hands and the way they would hold onto his as if he were the last source of heat in this world…and the ring he saw in her photos didn’t escape him. He knew she still wore it. Even if he somehow managed to miss it, which is impossible considering he looks for it in every new sighting picture as it symbolizes hope for their reunion, the fans and social media definitely didn’t as they made sure to zoom in every time and freak out over it just as Grayson does.

After all the longing and necessary healing, Y/N finally got to call to return home.

The very thought made her giddy, but also an anxious mess. She had changed since the last time they talked face to face and she worried if he would like the new parts of her soul.

Would he like the wanderer she had become?

She would know soon as his face is the first one that comes in view when she steps foot into the airport.

Despite her wanting to be calm, she couldn’t help but run straight into his arms. She didn’t care about fans taking pictures around them, nor the paparazzi. She didn’t care about her belongings as they remained discarded on the floor. She didn’t care about anything but the man who stood with flowers in his hand and the feel of his arms around her frame she missed so dearly.

She ran so fast, her heart threatening to burst, the smile on her face wide from the start. Grayson spread his arms, bending his knees just a little to make sure he didn’t drop her. He felt his heart swell with each stride she had taken in his direction because he knew she wouldn’t fake this for the photos. This was real. Her smile, her ecstatic squeal that echoed all the way to him, it was all real.

Her body collided with his, her arms wrapping around his neck as his secured her waist close to his, helping her legs wrap around him for stability. He twirled her in his arms, the flowers falling to the ground and the huff he let out when she crashed into him long forgotten as emotions ran high.

“You good, big boy?” She giggled, placing her hands on his shoulders as she moved her head back to see him. Her right hand decided his left cheek was a better place to reside, cupping it tenderly with a sweet smile upon his lips there to reward her.

“Yeah. You got heavier.” He chuckled, his hand lowering to her ass instead of her waist, keeping her up in his line of sight. He felt her squirm when he placed his hands low, but her cheeks darkened in a shy attempt to hide how it affected her. His touch had her reeling, needy, desperate. But she didn’t know if she was allowed to make a move after all the time had passed.

“Did you just call me fat, Dolan?” She crinkled her nose, furrowing her eyebrows as well, a playful tone to her words assuring him she’s joking and isn’t truly angry as he began walking, noticing the assistants run for her bags and flowers.

“Not fat, but you’ve definitely filled up there, dhampir princess.” Grayson teased, using her future nickname as a way to remind her he was steps away from being her dhampir prince.

“Says Mr. Buff! I can’t believe how buff you are!” She squeezed his bicep, still very much aware he’s got his hands on her ass and his bulge is rubbing against her clothed core with every step he takes. The worst part about it all is that she can’t even guarantee it’s because he’s horny, because he’s generally always got a bulge, because he is THAT big.

“You too, princess. Can’t wait to explore everything that’s changed.” He smirked, leaning in to whisper. “Every curve, every spot will feel my lips. I missed you.” The words had made her flustered, he knew they would. He enjoyed pushing her buttons after finding what buttons she has and how to operate them. She had become his, even before she knew it.

“Wait.” She needed to say it. “Are we back on, or are we taking his a little slower than last time because I still have commitment issues and I still feel like I’ll freak the fuck out if”, but he ended her rant when he turned them, pressing her back into the cool metal of his Porsche, his lips finding hers so easily. It was basic instinct, something he didn’t even have to think about as he pressed himself closer to her, his body keeping hers upright, her legs tightening around his waist as she pressed her heated core to his bulge…definitely a real bulge now.

“Stop thinking too much, princess.” He whispered between kisses, claiming her lips as his, over and over.

“Nice to see you two are cozying up to each other again, but we gotta go! Y/N has an interview with Ellen in three hours and they’re calling us for makeup.” Tracy interrupted, making Y/N groan into the kiss which used to be reserved for Grayson. It felt good, knowing she wanted him as badly as he wanted her now. She used to hide her emotions so well, he never knew where they stood. He never knew if her feelings for him were real or acting. But the way her legs pushed him closer and she almost dry humped him, that way enough to know at least lust was there, and this groan…there was something real there for sure.

“Can’t he come too?” She whined, her left hand lost in his hair, gripping it for dear life.

“Not today. We have a lot to go over. Meet up later or tomorrow before the last rounds of auditions.” Tracy shrugged, watching them untangle from each other as if it were a punishment of the highest sort.

Y/N stood on her tiptoes, puckering her lips for a kiss, her hand pulling at Grayson’s shirt to get him to lean into her.

“So needy, huh?” He snickered, kissing her once more, unable to contain his smile. He had imagined seeing her again going in many directions, but never once did he think she’d be so happy to see him or so affectionate. He didn’t know she had promised herself not to ignore her needs anymore – and he was just that – a need.

“I’ll text you.” He whispered, surrendering to her lips one last time for the time being, watching her unlatch herself, moving away from him. She glanced his way more than once as she walked away, sending him a tiny wave and he realized something…her hands weren’t cold today.

**

“Today we have a special guest here with us. The brilliant young actress who stole so many hearts over the past two years: Y/N Y/L/N!” Ellen introduced as Y/N came out, blowing air kisses to the crowd, waving to them as she smiled widely, the screaming fans never stopping, even as she sat down. And she missed that – the deafening sound of the people who cared about her, even if they had no idea how off she had been. She missed the thrill it brought and the way it had her adrenaline skyrocket…the feeling of being alive and in the moment.

“Wow, settle down now. You’re gonna scare her off!” Ellen chuckled, turning to Y/N with a mischievous smirk. “So, I think you owe me something, young lady.” She began, making Y/N look left-right, her left eye narrowing ever so slightly as confusion took over her facial features.

“I found you a boyfriend and this is the thanks I get?!” Ellen exclaims, pressing her lips together as she shook her head and Y/N laughed out loud, her cheeks darkening so quickly she felt the heat rush to her face. Hiding her face in her hands, she continued to laugh, finding it hard to speak about Grayson now when things got real.

“I mean, technically, fiancé, but yeah.” She corrected Ellen, wiping tears from under her eyes, hoping she didn’t ruin her make up.

“Do I get an invitation to the wedding? I mean…I should let you know I have a license to marry people now! I got ordained on www.igotordainedsoicouldmarrypeople.com!” Ellen kept a straight face, looking at the much happier looking young lady before her fondly.

“It would only be fair, yeah.” Y/N agreed, placing her left hand over her chest, catching a breath, not even bothering to hide her flustered face anymore.

“I see he still hasn’t gotten you a proper ring.” Ellen begins, but Y/N interjects.

“He did. This right here”, she points to the ring and the camera zooms in. “This ring is the most important thing I own in this whole world. Anyone who was a fan of the Dolan twins would recognize it easily – the ring his late father Sean owned. There isn’t anything he could give me that would ever measure up to this treasure right here.” Y/N spoke genuinely, from the heart, her voice cracking a few times, and for the first time in a long time, this wasn’t an act.

“Wow. I had no idea.” Ellen excused, feeling her own eyes tear up as she heard the story. But she had to light up the situation. “SO…Were you a fan?”

Y/N smiled again, feeling her face ache with so much joyous reactions, but she was about to disclose something she never had before. “I was. I was a hardcore stan actually…and he never responded to any of my tweets and I was salty about it. So, that’s why I ignored him when he first contacted me on Instagram.” She admitted, giggling at the camera before biting her lip innocently, waving to the camera. “Sorry honey.”

What she didn’t know is that the twins were seated at home, both watching the show. And Ethan couldn’t contain himself.

“I KNEW IT! No one could just tell us apart so easily on the first try!”

“She just said we’re engaged and you’re thinking about that?” Grayson shook his head vehemently. “She’s willing to go the distance with me after everything, and you’re excited about confirming your theories? Why am I even surprised? Of course you are.” Grayson chuckled, turning his attention back to the gorgeous woman on the screen.

“So, you’ve been traveling a lot. Any particular reason for that?” Ellen changed the subject discreetly, knowing she should let up and get to the point of their interview.

“It was a road of self-discovery. I wanted to be one with myself and nature as much as possible. I wanted to see everything I always wanted, but I couldn’t because I was working all the time. So, I’ve been to your gorilla resort as well! I absolutely loved the experience. I’ve done swimming with the dolphins and sharks thing…I walked with lions and actually got a chance to pet them in Mauritius. I’ve been all over, getting my mind ready for this next phase of my life. It’s been great. I missed L.A. – for obvious reasons.” Y/N winked at the camera, chuckling when Ellen suggested it was really her who she missed.

“I’ve heard you’re going to play Rose Hathaway for the remake of Vampire academy.” Ellen steered the conversation once more, allowing Y/N to gush.

“YES! I’m so happy I got this role because I’m such a fan of the books. I loved the original movie and I was so angry they didn’t get a chance to keep going, but I think this version we’re doing is going to be a little more book-oriented and detailed and while some of the aspects will have to be sacrificed to bring it to life on the big screen, I think fans will be really happy.” She clasped her hands, resting them in her lap, touching upon Grayson’s ring for peace of mind.

“And Dimitri still isn’t cast from what I understand?” This got Grayson’s attention, mostly because he was one callback away from signing the contract and he clearly had a personal stake in this.

“The last callback is tomorrow. We have three guys doing screen tests with the rest of the cast. As you know, Dove Cameron will be Lisa Dragomir and her boyfriend will play Christian. There’s a possibility of it being true for me as well since Grayson is actually in the top three for Dimitri.” She decided to divulge, hearing loud gasps in the crowd. This was intentional, knowing the public pressure might sway directors in Grayson’s direction. She wanted him beside her and that had nothing to do with her mixed feelings about him. Grayson was actually a good actor and his Russian accent was perfect. He was a perfect Dimitri, the only thing in question being his hair – both color and length, but she was gonna fight them to keep it short and brown till the death. The original Dimitri lost appeal because they grew his hair out. The actor was perfectly handsome with shorter hair and she hated how much the movie suffered because of a simple thing as a hairstyle.

“Wow!” Ellen looked around with wide eyes. “The rest of the guys are screwed. The chemistry between you and Grayson is undeniable. It’s impossible to ignore, cause – LOOK!” She pointed at photos of the pair on the big screen, making the blush return to her cheeks and Y/N felt herself melt.

“Yeah. We clearly have an issue keeping our hands to each other.” Winking once more, she added. “So, I’ll no longer be Mercy…as Grayson put it, I’m the Dhampir Princess.”

And the nickname stuck just as well, if not better, than Mercy.

Grayson didn’t wait for long as she strutted inside their home an hour later, without any warnings. She remembered the gate code and she knew they never lock their house since they got the gate. It was easy to surprise the boys.

Ethan got a hug first – a tight, friendly hug accompanied by a definitive “I knew you were a fan” thrown in there.

But Grayson got a kiss – toe-curling, passionate kind of a kiss that would lead absolutely nowhere as the two spent the night catching up. They talked about all that happened while they were apart, mostly about how much they missed each other – noses touching, lips locking, but they didn’t go all the way. No. Grayson wanted to make sure they had solid foundations to build a relationship on.

“How do guys usually say it? Just the tip, please?” Y/N chuckled, a little desperate with her need for Grayson who was very adamant on his no sex rule.

“Nope. Not having sex tonight. Tomorrow, maybe. But I just wanna hold you and look at you and convince myself this isn’t a dream.” He responded, dragging his knuckle over her cheek slowly, gently.

“What about a wet dream? Or dry humping? Or oral?” She listed, pouting when he laughed at her attempt to get him to cave.

“Babe, I can’t. Not gonna do something we might not be sure about.” He was clear.

“Not even if I tell you they’ll give you the role of Dimitri Belikov and having sex would be practice for filming?” She cocked an eyebrow, revealing information foreign to him, making him jump from the bed. Gripping his hair, eyes wide open, Grayson was struggling to accept the new information.

“They told me after the interview. You were a fan favorite as well, so you got the part.” She smiled from ear to ear, not even caring she wouldn’t get sex that night. His smile was pleasure enough.

“I GOTTA CALL MY MOM!” He screamed, running out of the room. She heard him stumble more than once, hitting a wall here and there and more of his screaming as he told Ethan first. It took him three minutes and a round of mutual Dolan twins screaming before Grayson ran back in, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Sorry I forgot to kiss you.” He grinned, calling his mother after that.

“Found some success and already forgetting all about me, huh?” She giggled, blissfully content with the way things were going for them.

Until she opened Twitter and found something horrifying: Meyson FAKE? Read all about their PR stunt!

Her phone rang at the same time, Tracy on the other line. She knew this was bad. It was really bad...career-ending sort of bad. 

“FUCK!”

Tags: @xalayx @dolandolll @godlydolans @dolanstwintuesday @anything-dolan @peacedolantwins @maybgrayson @nowheredolan @graydolan12 @beautorigin @justordinaryjen @starrydolan @pitreshawn @grays-laugh  @adventureswithmell @gia-kerks

[cilliansaccent]

The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 4

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!! 

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 5,000

!!Warnings!!: It's getting hot here! Some decent smut at the end, starts after they are in bed together. Enjoy *winks*. 

Date: March 2016

Chapter Name: The Shelby Clan

Brief Chapter Outline: First day being the apprentice as a Peaky Designer, Gabrijela meets the cast and the crew in a jam-packed day, while also making some friends. She ends up staying in Cillian's trailer on set with some red wine that will question their actions later...

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The drive towards Manchester was quite pleasant, the roads were empty in the morning so the run was smooth. 

Gabrijela had packed her laptop and documents last night as she knew she wouldn't have much time to pack in the morning. And it was true. 

Five minutes past five, Allison was at the door, ringing the bell. Gabrijela had rushed down after she had changed into high-waist blue jeans, a black turtle neck tucked in and a light brown coat on top and her favourite Doc Martins. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun with a cream coloured scrunchie. 

She wore a gold chain with a small gold cross, her mother gave it to her for good luck and protection despite Gabrijela not really that of a holy person. 

They didn't stop, only for a toilet break and to grab a snack bar but it was right through to the cit up north. 

They arrived at the destination just before eleven. It was pretty full-on once they came, "Today is the only exception where I will drive you here. You'll have to catch the train here, and I may or may not be able to drive you back." Allison had explained as they headed in where they would dress the actors up. 

But first stop, Gabrijela was to be introduced to the team, the producers and all that. While she was taken away, Allison headed off to ready the actors and actresses. 

Gabrijela was informed in the meeting of her secrecy of the plot and the ideas of Season three. But they made sure to not spook her too much. She was given the lay down of the rules and regulations, but overall, she was kind of free to roam long as she told someone where she was going. 

The crew was quite nice, and once of the assistance people took her on a trip around. 

Logan, a tall, handsome man with such deep ocean blue eyes and thick black curly hair. He was dressed in a casual suit, round gold glasses sat on his straight nose and he had a boyish smile. He was turning twenty-seven in a week. 

"Got anything planned for the birthday?" She asked as they came outside to where men and women moved stuff around or put things together. 

"Uh, not really. Probably go to a pub around here for some drinks and cake with my mates." He said with a shrug and a shy smile. 

"Will your parents come?" She asked. He had told her he was from Scotland, as per his accent told her already before he could tell her. 

"Oh no, no. They can't afford it, but I will make it up for Pa's fifty-eighth birthday next month." He said, his smile bright, making the corners of his eyes to crinkle. 

"Oh, that's good. How long have you been working here?" She asked, curious about his line of work. 

"Since season one. I worked in various jobs before and throughout, gaining as much knowledge and experience possible. You need a lot of experience as a Set Designer, and I pushed myself to be the very best and somehow caught the eyes of the Director." He explained as they headed back inside. 

"So cool." She whispered, "Is the job stressful?" 

"Can be. You need to be thorough, and to know what needs to go where, when and how. Today we will be setting up the opening scene, could be changed entirely tomorrow if it doesn't flow. I gotta be on my feet at all times, but I love it. The creativity that brings about in me as if some flood gate exploded open." He said with such passion. 

She giggled softly and they continued to walk around before he was called back to start on the set. 

They bid farewell and she headed to where Allison said she was and directed. 

She entered the large trailer and she had stopped in her tracks at what she saw. 

The actors were all crammed in, well, most of them, mostly the men where. The director was there to listen in on what Allison was talking about. 

Gabrijela couldn't move. She felt like a deer in headlights, her nerves rattling through her. 

She wasn't sure if she was suddenly up for this. This whole thing seemed like a dream and here she was, among the cast and the crew. 

Cillian spotted Gabrijela enter and smiled, "Sorry to interrupt but Gabrijela is here." He said, moving through the boys and came to her. 

"Hey. You alright?" He asked softly, taking her arm gently. 

"Y-Yeah, I think so." She said nodding her head. 

She was swept into introductions and everyone seemed thrilled for her to be here. Cillian stuck to her side since he could tell she was apprehensive. 

And then it was time to get into the business. 

Gabrijela worked with Allison closely, following her orders. She was to help the boys dress into the right outfits and have the next ones on hand when it came to a new scene. 

It was none stop, and hectic. She had spotted Logan every now and then and got peaks of him setting up props and all that. 

But she was brought back to her own area and watched and listened to the other creative artists such as the make up artists and the hairstylists. 

When it was break time in the mid-afternoon, she realised she hadn't made food for herself. And she was to shy to even ask for the on-site food if it was available for her too. 

But she didn't need to fret too much when Cillian, all decked out in his Tommy outfit came over to her. 

"Thought I'd bring you this." He said and handed her a fairly large box. 

"What is it?" The smell that came from it was so good. 

"One of the guys ordered this from some local restaurant near here. Got it for all of us." He said. 

She opened it. It was stirfry noodles, rice, dumplings and spring rolls. 

"Oh, it smells so good!" She said. 

"Yeah. Come on, let's go join the others." He said and she followed him to a different trailer where she could hear voices from within. 

"Cillian. I-I don't know." She paused outside her heart racing. 

"Hey. It's alright, don't be scared." He faced her, "I'm here okay?" 

She sighed and nodded and walked in with him. 

Introductions went around again, and the general questions of herself began via the boys. She ate in between questions and answered them happily. 

She was still shy but she began to open up and feel more at ease. Cillian and Paul got lost in their own conversation and she chatted with Harry for a bit. 

But it wasn't long when lunch was over and it was back to work. 

Evening...

It was time to call it a night. Gabrijela was exhausted after a long, busy day. 

She was in Allison's trailer, finishing up her report of today. 

The door opened and Cillian popped his head in, "Thought I'd find you here." He came in, closing the door behind him. 

"Oh hey." She turned and smiled, "How are you?" 

"Ah, fucking tuckered." He said and sat across from her. He had changed back to his usual outfit of a blue shirt, jacket and jeans. 

"I could imagine. I saw you working hard." She closed her laptop when she saved her document. 

"Yeah. So you staying here or are you heading home?" He asked. 

"Heading back to London." She said, tucking her laptop into her backpack. 

"What? It's almost eight. It'll be too late for you." He frowned, "I've got plenty of room in my trailer-"

"No, it's okay. It'd be to much trouble." She shakes her head, "Besides, I have no other clothing with me. Would look bad if I rocked up again tomorrow in the same shit." 

"Fuck." He cursed softly, "I don't want you to go home alone." 

"Cilly," She murmured his nickname again, she took his hand, "It'll be okay. I'll call you when I get on, we can keep talking right through the trip." 

He held her hand with both his hands, "No. Stay." He insisted. 

She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she sat back. "It would look so weird if I came out of your trailer, Cillian. I don't want to give you a bad representation." She said softly. "Look, thank you for the offer, but I can't be late for the train." She stood, pulling on her backpack. 

"I will be safe," She said and headed to the door. 

"Gabrijela." He went to her and grabbed her, turning her back around. "Please." He shook her arm a little. He was persistent, and he wasn't going to give up. 

She shook her head and sighed. She stepped into his arms and hugged him tightly, "Cillian, don't you stress. I'm a big girl." 

His arms moved around her waist and he hugged her close, "I know. But I worry, and it's late." 

Allison had opened the door and stepped into the trailer, "Gabrijela- Oh!" She gasped. 

The pair hastily pulled back and Gabrijela's cheeks heated. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on..." She trailed off. 

"Just having a heart to heart, Al. Nothing to worry." Cillian wrapped an arm around Gabrijela's shoulder and hugged her a little. 

"Okay, well. I need to drop her off at the station." She said. 

"She can't stay here?" Cillian asked. 

"I mean, she can if she wanted to. Gabrijela?" Allison looked at her. 

"It's only two hours to London, I'll be okay." Gabrijela shook her head. 

"She can stay with me. I can make the dining table into a bed and she can have the main one." Cillian spoke before Gabrijela could. 

"Well, it is up to her, Cillian." Allison said, "Are you worried about something?" Allison added. 

Gabrijela looked between the two and let out a sigh through her nose, "I didn't pack properly. I don't have clean clothing is my main concern." She looked down at her feet. 

God, she was a mess, her mind was going a million miles an hour. 

"That's okay. I got a shirt you could fit for tomorrow, I'll let you off early so you can go back to London to prepare better for the next day." Allison offered, coming over and placing a hand on her shoulder. 

"Are you sure?" She asked, looking up with worrisome eyes. 

"I'm sure. Here." Allison went through her small wardrobe she had in the trailer and handed her a shirt. "This should do. Cillian will take you to his sleeping quarters." She gave Gabrijela an encouraging and caring smile. 

"Thank you, I appreciate it," Gab said and left with Cillian, heading to his trailer. 

"Anytime. I didn't feel comfortable you heading home so late." He held open the door for her to go in. 

She walked in, the trailer was clean and smelled like him. "Such a worrisome boy." She poked him when he walked by. 

"Can't help it. I've heard things and you're..." He trailed off, his brows furrowed a little. 

"I'm... what?" She set her bag on the table. 

"Ah," he huffed, "I'd be kicking myself if you got hurt." He said, eyes darting away from her. 

She saw he wanted to say something but she wasn't going to pressure him in it. "Thank you, Cillian." She stepped to him, touching his cheek and turning his gaze back to her. "Next time, I'll bring an extra set of clothes just in case." She nodded and stepped back from him. 

"Good idea. Now, I have some two-minute noodles and good red wine. Want some?" He asked. 

"Sure. I love me some noodles and red wine." She nodded and removed her back from the table and to the bed at the end of the trailer. It was huge, it could easily fit them both. 

She could offer him to stay in the bed with her, it wouldn't be the first. "Cillian." She called out. 

"Yeah?" He replied, fixing up the noodles and boiling the water. 

"Um... Look... Uh... The bed, it's uh, big. We could um... you know..." She blushed and stuttered a little. 

"What? Is there something wrong?" He came into the room with her, looking at the bed then back to her. 

"No, nothing is wrong with it." She ran a hand through her hair which she had let out. "Oh, god actually- Forget about it. Don't worry." She shook her head quickly. 

"No, tell me. It's fine, darling." The word came out without a second thought and it made things more awkward than anything. 

"U-Uhm, we could share the uh, the bed. You know. We could put a pillow wall between us or something if you like or we could just stick to our sides but that's up to you." She rushed in a single breath. 

"Share a bed? I mean, we can. No issue there." He laughed nervously, "But wouldn't you prefer it all to yourself?" 

"I guess so, but I don't think sleeping on the table thing over there would be too comfortable. Besides, you gotta wake up early so you need a good night's sleep." She said, gulping. 

"That is true." He returned back to the noodles, pouring the hot water in each bowl, "Alright. I'll take up on your offer. But we don't need a pillow wall. It's not the first time." He said with a deep chuckle. 

She blushed madly and sat down in the little booth, "Shut up." She muttered. 

It wasn't long when the noodles were ready and they had popped open a bottle of red. 

"Welcome to the Shelby Clan." Cillian grinned and held up a glass and she did the same and they clinked. 

"Thank you." She said and dug in. 

"So how are you feeling after today?" He asked once they finished eating. 

"Tired. And stressed." She said, "It was so full-on."

"Yeah. But you did a good job, Gab. Dressed me well and the others." He took a sip of his glass. 

"You think so?" She asked. 

"Of course! But don't be so nervous around us eh? We are regular people." He said, "Give it a few day's, you'll be relaxed." 

"Okay. Yeah, it's only the first day." She accepted with a drink of her wine. 

He noticed she was already almost done with her wine, and he was the same. "Here." He refilled their glasses. 

"Oh damn. We drinking tonight, hm?" Gabrijela gave him a playful smirk. 

"We might." He said, "But I might take a shower, or would you like to go first?" He asked. 

"I'll go first." She said, "I'll be quick." She took a sip of her wine and stood up. She could feel a buzz. 

Cillian showed her the shower and she quickly washed up. She had one fresh set of underwear always tucked in her bag, and like the idiot she was, she forgot to bring them in. 

She wrapped the towel around her body and peaked her head out, Cillian wasn't in and she took that chance to get out. She went for her bag and yanked out the high waisted silk garment and began to pull them up. 

Cillian had walked back in after his call and let out a gasp when he saw Gabrijela. The poor girl yelped in fright when he returned and she dropped her towel as she stumbled back from her loss of balance. 

She hit her back on the wall and groaned and let out a soft laugh. 

"Shit. Gab you alright?" He came through the threshold and let out a cry, "Jesus! Sorry!" He covered his eyes and backed up when he saw her naked body. 

"Yeah, I'm okay." She got up and pulled on her underwear. Her jumper and her jeans were back on and she came back out, "Sorry." She was red as ever as she returned to her spot. 

"No, no. Don't be. I didn't mean to spook you." He rubbed his nose, his mind whirling. She didn't just have freckles on her face, but along those lovely full breasts, and the plane of her stomach- 

He let out a choke and rubbed the back of his neck, "Anyway, uh, you'll be sleeping in that?" He looked at her, his body reacting in a way he hadn't felt for a long time. 

"Uh, yeah. I guess so. Why?" She asked she saw that heated look in his eyes. That desire. And her body warmed, she remembered her dreams. 

"I could give you one of my shirts? Would be comfortable than jeans." He said. 

His shirt? Oh, Lord, save her. But she found herself nodding, "I'll give it back." She said. 

He nodded and fetched her a shirt, "Here" He handed her a dark navy blue shirt. 

"Thanks. Did you want a refill?" She nodded to his glass. 

"Uhm... Yeah, why not." He said before he turned and took a quick shower as she refilled his glass, topped hers and got into bed with his shirt on. 

He came out with a white t-shirt and black boxer shorts that had little pineapples. 

"Nice shorts." She laughed softly as she set her phone down and picked up her glass. 

"Thanks. My brother got it for me last Christmas." He laughed as he shut up the trailer and turned off the lights before he returned to the small bedroom, pulling the shutter close. 

"Lovely." She sipped her glass as she watched him get into bed. 

Both of them sat upright, her bedside light was only on. 

"To another day." She said once he got himself comfortable and clinked glasses with him. 

"To another day indeed." He took a good drink of his glass. 

She could feel the buzz started, and she began to talk about a moment in her life which was quite hilarious. 

They chatted about anything, about life, about her school, her friends, family. And she learned of his first lover, and how she broke his heart. 

"So you've been single for five years now?" She asked in shock. She was a little tipsy, as well as Cillian. They did finish a second bottle. 

"Yeah. Haven't found someone yet or have anyone in mind as of now. Dated some but their intentions weren't true. I'm after someone who is... real. Who cares more about personality rather than how much money is in my pocket." He said. 

Cillian was on his side and Gabrijela on her back. 

"Damn. I'm sorry. But you'll find that person, everyone does." She said, looking up at him. The low light brought out the harsh angles of his face, making him look scarily handsome. 

"I hope so. What about you?" He asked. 

"Me? Ah, it's been a year since I broke up with my ex. I was with him for three years." She murmured. 

"Huh. Three? What made it break?" He asked, "Oh, only if you want to answer it." 

"It's okay. He uh... cheated on me, and did the blaming game on me. Convinced me I wasn't giving him any satisfaction when it came to sex. He was fucking this slut for a year without my knowledge. My bestie told me. She saw it happen." She looked away. Since then, she hadn't had sex with anyone or got anywhere close. She had freaked out every time, too ashamed of herself. 

Cillian saw the dread that began to fill her beautiful eyes, the hurt expression shutting her down. 

"Hey." He cupped her cheek, bringing her face closer to his. She could feel his breath on her face, "You deserve the best. You are... such a sweet girl and so genuine. I don't think you should beat yourself over what he said. He's a bastard, a big, fucking bastard to say that to a girl. You would definitely rock the bed." The words fell out before he could stop himself. "Ah, Gabrijela-" 

But she let out a laugh, and couldn't stop. He found her serene laughter to be contagious and was laughing with her too. 

They laughed for a good while and he had his forehead on her shoulder, somehow he was sort of above her, his other arm beside her waist to hold himself up. 

She felt the tickle of his hair brush her neck, "God Cillian, you really don't hold back huh?" She giggled, reaching up to stroke the back his head and neck. 

"It just came out. I mean no offence." He said as he lifted himself up, his hair fell down and brushed her forehead. 

"No offence was taken. But I believe I could rock more than just the bed." She purred, her fingers moving down to his jaw. She traced it slowly. 

"Oh, really?" He asked, his voice dropped a pitch. 

Her skin pricked as her fingers moved to his lips, "Yeah, really." She whispered, their noses touched. 

The moment was burning up slowly, she could feel it. His leg brushed up against hers. 

"Maybe..." He murmured, his eyes shutting a little as his attention was now to her own lips. 

Red, wet and full, so perfect, he thought. Was this the alcohol talking? 

"Maybe what?" She let her fingers move down his chest then across his shoulder. 

"I..." He leaned in more, rubbing his nose against hers. A soft sigh escaped him when her gentle fingers found its way back into his hair. 

"Kiss me." She said, one arm hooked around his neck and drew him into her body. 

He obliged and pressed his lips to hers, the kiss was gentle, tentative. Exploring, find out how they worked together. 

He had moved entirely on top of her, his body almost crushing but she liked it. He had one arm under her head, his soft fingers clasped the back of her neck, his other arm provided support for himself but was under her and under her shirt. She could feel the pads of his hand on the middle of her back. 

Her legs widened to make room for his shifting hips. She could tell he was trying to keep them up but she did feel his arousal. Defined and eager. 

He wanted her, clearly. The kiss became more passionate, more wanting as she opened her mouth for his tongue that swept in with such dominance she let out a moan. 

The arm under her back moved and he was touching her sides, fingers gliding down her thigh then back up. 

She felt a wild confidence sweep through her and she lifted up her hips to meet with his. 

He let out a grunt before he pushed her down roughly. It made her whine with lust. 

"Gabrijela." He groaned as he broke the kiss. His hand moved up, pausing under her breast. 

The air was like a wildfire. 

"Cillian." Her core was throbbing and slick, she wanted him. Needed the reprive after so long. 

She arched her back as if telling him to go higher with that devilish hand she had dreamt of roaming over her body. 

He accepted the offering and his hand engulfed her breast. 

They both let out a moan as if the contact was a blessing to them both, especially to her. 

He played with her breast, rolling the nipple against his palm. His lips returned to hers, swallowing up the blissful moan that came from her. 

She clung to him as if he was her life source, her legs wrapped around his waist as another moan came through her when he pinched her nipple, rolling and tugging it between his fingertips. 

"Cillian," she gasped, breaking the kiss as he kissed to her neck, "Cillian- I- Oh god." 

He let out a muffled groan, his hips driving forward a little. 

"I-I need more- Fuck- Please- Just- Just this once. Touch me. Touch me please." She begged softly. 

He knew what her desperate pleas meant, and he pulled back to look at her. "Gabrijela we shouldn't-" 

"Please." She cupped his face, the light illuminated her eyes, bringing forth the lust and need to be satisfied. 

The shirt was rolled up to expose that lovely soft stomach she had, his eyes going lower. He could just see the wet pool that began between her legs. 

A sound erupted from him and she let out a moan as he removed his hand from her breast. He would not see what treasure was between her legs, it was far too much for him. If he saw her, he wouldn't be just touching her. 

He brought his hand down and slipped it beneath the silk garment. She wasn't shaved but she had recently trimmed. 

He paused, gazing back up her body to her eyes, she was staring at him. 

"Touch me." She whispered in that lovely, delicate voice shaky with such appetite for his hand. 

He brought his fingers to her wet slit and parted her. Her head lolled back, eyes shut. 

"Look at me." His voice was rough, demanding. 

She did, and let out a pathetic whine when he began to feel her, stroke her folds and brush along that bundle of nerves. 

He leaned in and kissed her once, twice, three times with a claiming kind of way. 

She was so wet, drenching his two fingers that tracked her up and down, bringing her clit between them and massaged it. 

"Shit, Cilly." She moaned, a soft cry when he pinched her clit making her hips buck. 

She was a mess, and he could see how she clenched and unclenched the sheets as she stared with intensity at his hand and back at his face.

He continued to pleasure her by playing with her clit, so enamoured of her sweet sounds. Oh, how she became at mercy of him. His cock throbbed, wanting the attention. 

He gave in and pushed a finger into her, his brows furrowed as he moaned at how unbelievably tight she was. 

Her body arched as he inserted a second, and then they were moving in and out of her at a steady pace. 

Her body was warm and she felt sweat starting to form across her bare, exposed skin. He was so skilled, he knew exactly what he was doing with those two fingers that curled, causing a louder cry to come from her. 

Gabrijela could feel her climax rising, and she moaned with pleasure as he picked up the pace, as if he also knew she was going to fall off the edge. 

Cillian watched how her body began to undulate, hips rocking in sync of his thrusting, all perfect. 

"Cillian I-I'm gonna cum, oh god don't stop. Don't stop!"  She hooked an arm around his neck, and he laid close to her, his lips brushing his temple. 

"Cum whenever you want, darling. Cum for me." He whispered hotly against her skin. 

His thumb rubbed her clit, edging her even closer. He could feel her slick walls tightened, her body reaching that high that was about to crash around her. 

And with some rougher fingering her of her sweet, wet hole, which she could hear the slick sounds, her body bucked violently off the bed as she let out a loud cry of ecstasy as her climax tore down her spine. 

Her walls clenched and she came over his fingers, his name a prayer on her lips. The ecstasy of her climax was a reprive, it quenched her thirst for some sort of satisfaction she was deprived of the past few months. 

Especially from another man. 

Cillian fingered her till she was still and panting on the bed, a thin sheen of sweat coated her forehead. 

The air was hot, and not just the temperature. Whatever had now unlocked between them. 

This... dangerous thing that sat between them. What just happened, he knew it wasn't just the alcohol aiding him. Or her. 

She had her eyes shut, she felt his hand retreat from between her legs and his moved off the bed, a soft grunt coming from him. 

She waited until he left to go to the bathroom, and she knew why he did that. 

She pulled down her shirt, sniffling a little as she rolled to her side. She was in shock of what happened, what he just did to her body. But she didn't feel violated, she wanted this. And for a long time, she needed someone to give her a good finger fuck. 

But fear pooled in her stomach, she didn't think it would be Cillian. A man who was twice her fucking age. 

What the fucking hell was she doing? A question that repeated itself the last three days now. 

Cillian stroked himself, with the hand that was coated in her juices. He couldn't help it, his mind brought up images of her body. Of how she gasped and melted under his touch. 

This was indeed dangerous. He was older than her, this whole this was bad. So bad. She was young and needed someone her age. He couldn't believe it, a moron he was to be doing such a thing to such a lovely girl. 

But he couldn't help it and the thought of her with someone else... 

He grunted softly as finished and cleaned up quickly. Now he had to share the bed with her, the vague scent of her would cling to him. 

No, he had to be a better man. Man up, he thought as he got out and eased back into bed silently. 

The light went out. 

He was on his back, as far as he could be on his side of the bed. His mind was still doing its million rounds around. But he forced himself to fall asleep and was able to when his body relaxed. 

Gabrijela had managed to fall asleep too. A deep, dreamless sleep. 

Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. Very, very interesting indeed, was her last thought. 

[camilahq]

this is the new year.

TAGGING: Jordan @fisherhq, Cami.

LOCATION: Miami, FL.

TIMEFRAME: December 31st, 2019 - January 1st, 2020

NOTES: Jordan and Cami start the new year with a bang.

Cami There had not been much success in finding Cami or Jordan anyone to hook up with the previous night, which was why Cami was already on her third drink at the club they had settled on spending New Years at. She had been pretty bummed the night before when the four of them had taken a Lyft back to her house after making small talk with a few guys and even a couple of girls, but she was trying to be hopeful about tonight. It was New Years, there had to be someone out there for her to hook up with. As the night wore on, she was getting more and more frustrated. She had just walked away from a boring conversation with a prospective guy when she spotted Jordan standing alone by the bar. Madelaine and Vanessa were off dancing somewhere and the actress needed a break from small talk with randoms so she made her way over to him. "Any luck?" she asked, finishing off her third drink and setting her cup on the bar counter. She was going to give herself a few minutes before she ordered another.

Jordan had lost track of the shots he had taken with random girls he had started talking to throughout the night, his second night of striking out since almost all of the girls were taken or just fans of his. It was a little frustrating, but he was determined to still have a good time despite things not turning out the way he had initially hoped. "None for me," he told her, wiping a hand over his face and take a long drink from his beer, "But it's only night two of mingling in my single life, so I'm not stressing just yet. Any luck for you?" A flash of red hair in the crowd showed him where Madelaine and Vanessa were, a laugh escaping as he watched the two of them completely lost in each other. "Told you that you'd end up ringing it in with me cause those two would be like that," he laughed and nudged her playfully, "Are you having a good time though?"

Cami shook her head, "Would I be talking to you if I had had any luck?" she teased. The actress followed her friends gaze to where Madelaine and Vanessa were, "and I told you that wouldn't be so bad," she replied with a laugh, nudging him back. "I'm having an okay time, most of the people I've talked to have been kind of boring tonight, but it's whatever," she answered with a shrug of her shoulders. Cami was about to ask the bartender for another drink when one of her favorite songs started playing through the speakers. "I love this song! Will you dance with me?" she asked, reaching for Jordan's hand as she started to pull him towards the dance floor before he could really give her an answer.

Jordan nodded his head with a shrug of shoulders. "Touche on that one," he laughed and ran one hand through his curls that were a little longer than usual due to not working except for rehearsals at the moment, "Most of mine were taken and just saw me in something so they wanted to meet me. We're doing great." Another laugh escaped his throat as he took the final drink from his beer, setting the bottle down on the bar just as Cami grabbed his hand to pull him to the dance floor. "You really like not giving me choices, huh?" he teased as they made their way in between all the other couples. It took Jordan only a few seconds before he was wrapped up in the music, dancing with a grin on his face as he looked at Cami front of him.

Cami "We're doing so great," Cami giggled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears. "I like to get my way and I figured you wouldn't say no, you love dancing and music so it's a win-win," she said with a smile. Once they were fully out on the dance floor Cami found herself completely lost in the music and before she knew it she was moving her hips to the beat and singing along under her breath. She loved to dance and sing which was why she enjoyed the Riverdale musical episodes so much. This was the most fun she had had all night and as the song transitioned into another she continued to dance.

Jordan laughed with a shake of his head. "I definitely wouldn't say no, so it's really not a fair usage of proving if you can get your way with me or not," he teased her. The music moved through Jordan, in the same way it always did but the alcohol was definitely making him even crazier than he normally was. As the next song came on, Jordan found himself dancing closer to Cami without even really noticing it until someone bumped him from behind and he realized the gap between the two of them had gotten much smaller. Without thinking twice about it, Jordan grabbed her by the hips and continued to dance with her and not just next to her like he had been a few moments before. "This is way better than buying shots for girls who just wanted a photo," he grinned with a bite to his bottom lip.

Cami pouted, "Why can't you just let me have this?" she teased with a roll of her eyes. As they continued to dance Cami noticed that Jordan was closer than before and her heart seemed to be beating faster. She let out a quiet gasp when his hands grabbed at her hips, hoping the music was loud enough that he hadn't heard her. The actress didn't even hesitate before she brought her hands up to his shoulders and then laced her fingers together behind his neck. They were so close now their faces were almost touching, but the alcohol coursing through her veins was calming her nerves. "Well, duh," Cami teased, "And it's way better than those boring conversations I was having with randoms," she grinned back, feeling butterflies in her stomach as his bit his bottom lip. Her cheeks felt hot, but she could just blame that on the alcohol.

Jordan scrunched his nose up, his head shaking adamantly. "Because that would mean letting you win, and I'm not gonna let that happen," he teased her once more, sticking his tongue out at her this time. The response from Cami when he grabbed her hips was good, it showed he hadn't made a mistake by getting this close to her, something he knew he had all the shots to blame for giving him the guts to do something so bold without talking about it more. The song changed again, the beat just a little slower this time and Jordan guided them both into the new pace with the beat. His brown eyes looking at Cami, the grin on his face evident as he pulled her flush against him, no longer any space between them as they danced. "Way better," he repeated, breathing a little faster now from the dancing and their current situation.

Cami "But I like winning," she whined, scrunching up her nose in response and sticking her tongue out back at him. As the song changed and the lights changed to reflect the slower pace of the song, Cami looked up at Jordan and couldn't help but smile as his brown eyes looked into hers, pulling her closer so they were completely pressed against each other. Her head fit perfectly on his chest, under his chin - a perk of being only 5'2 - so that's where she rested it as they swayed back and forth. "Mhmmm," Cami answered, completely relaxed in this moment in his arms. She could feel his heart beating from where her head was resting and it brought a grin to her face as it just about matched how hers was beating.

Jordan continued to sway his body in time with the music, holding on to Cami and guiding her with him as he did so. "Do you want to go get a drink?" he asked when the song changed once again, "It's getting pretty hot out here." It was, but Jordan was also a little taken back by what was happening on the dance floor and needed a drink and moment to gather himself. Jordan lead the way back to the bar, being sure to get Cami the room she needed to walk through all the bodies surrounding them. Once they were back at the bar, he ordered two shots of tequila, a beer for himself, and Cami one of what she had been drinking. "Not a bad dance partner out there, Cam," he grinned and took a sip of his beer while the shots were being filled. He handed one glass to Camila and kept one for himself, holding it out in front of them with a nervous grin on his face. "To 2020?"

Cami pulled away from Jordan's chest as he spoke, nodding her head in response to his question. She kept ahold of his hand as he guided her through the crowd back towards the bar. She honestly couldn't believe what had just happened out on the dance floor, but hadn't minded any of it. "You're not so bad yourself," she grinned back, taking a sip of her own drink while they waited for the shots. Cami held onto the shot glass he had just handed her, holding it out and nodding her head. "To 2020," she said, before tipping her head back to take the shot. She made a face as the alcohol entered her system, setting the shot glass back down on the counter. The DJ made an announcement over the music that it was almost midnight and a countdown would be starting in half an hour. Cami couldn't believe the time had flown so quickly.

Jordan heard the announcement the DJ made and looked down at his phone, time really had flown by tonight and now they were in the last few minutes of his decade. "This decade flew by," he told Cami, a grin still on his face as he took a drink of his beer, "But it was incredibly good to me, so I'm kind of sad to see it go. How about you?" He ordered another round of shots for them, already at the point of no return with his alcohol intake and quickly shot back another one as the countdown grew closer. "Do you wanna go find Madelaine and Vanessa?" he asked once their drinks were empty, his vision was a little blurrier than before but he offered her his hand with a grin on his face.

Cami nodded her head, "It really did and it has been incredibly good to me, especially the last four years since I booked Riverdale right at the end of my senior year at NYU," she recalled, surprised she was speaking so coherently with the amount of alcohol she had consumed tonight. The dark-haired actress gladly accepted another shot from the boy with a smile before downing it. "Yes pleaaaase," she answered, reaching out to grab his hand as he guided them through the crowd to find her best friends.

Jordan shook his head in amazement just from remembering everything had happened to him this decade. "I can't even count all the things this decade gave me work wise, and it gave me my best friend. Best decade ever for me," he laughed as he weaved through the crowd looking for her cast mates. It took a few minutes but then he spotted Madelaine's red hair and lead the way over to them, giving the girls a few minutes to talk while he checked the time on his phone. "Three minutes, ladies," he told them just before the DJ made the same announcement. The music had been turned down now, giving everyone the final few warnings before the countdown started. Jordan was still holding Camila's hand, and gave it a small squeeze with the raise of an eyebrow, silently trying to gauge if she was interested in being his New Years kiss.

Cami "My career has been short-lived so far," Cami teased, listening as Jordan spoke. In crowds like these Camila was always thankful for Madelaine's red hair that was easy to spot from miles away. The actress squealed when she saw her friends. "I'm jealous you get to kiss each other to ring in the new year," she whispered, glancing over at Jordan as she said it, realizing he was her only option for the night and she had no problems with that. His voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she smiled as she felt him squeeze her hand. Cami turned to look at him and blushed as he raised an eyebrow at her. She bit her lip and nodded as if to let him know she was interested, in fact, she was /very/ interested.

Jordan grinned again, looking down at his phone when he saw the way Cami silently responded to him. The next couple of minutes passed by and before he knew it, the DJ was starting to countdown from 30. It was like the entire vibe in the club changed with hundreds of people all focused on the same thing for this couple of minute time span, the sound of everyone counting down reverberating through the whole place. "10, 9, 8," Jordan started, licking his lips as they continued through the last few numbers and he pulled Cami over to him, "3, 2, 1. Happy New Year!" A huge grin spread across his face as he leaned down to press a kiss to Camila's lips, the alcohol swirling through his body and mind making him continue the kiss for longer than was necessary.

Cami noticed that her friends had gone back to being in their own little world before the countdown had even started. She didn't blame them at all, she was so happy they had found each other and so glad they were here ringing in this new year with her. When the DJ started the countdown, Cami looked around to see people in the club starting to pair off. It was crazy to think about how many people would be kissing strangers in a matter of seconds just to say they had kissed someone on New Years'. A giggle escaped the actresses' lips as Jordan pulled her over to him. She placed her hands on his chest and smiled up at him, joining in on the countdown, "3, 2, 1... Happy New Year!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air and then bringing them to Jordan's cheeks as he started to kiss her, deepening the kiss by pulling him even closer to her body.

Jordan tuned everyone and everything else out in the club at the moment, which was easy to do when your senses were already so clouded by alcohol. It was the first time he had kissed someone other than Ellie in years, except for work related things, and he was surprised by how little it weirded him out. Jordan's arms wrapped further around her, pulling her flush against him once more like he had when they were dancing. Someone bumped into them then and Jordan had noticed the music had started back up, not having any clue how long they had just spent kissing in the middle of the dance floor. "Happy New Year," he repeated, a goofy smile on his face as he looked down at her, "Got a little carried away there, my bad."

Cami had tuned everything out, her mind only focused on this kiss with Jordan. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been kissed like this, except for work-related things, at this moment she couldn't even remember the last time she had kissed Charles, but that didn't matter now. She was about to slip her tongue into his mouth when someone bumped into them, breaking up the moment between them. "Happy New Year," she replied, almost breathless. She couldn't help the smile on her face that was growing as she looked up at his goofy grin. "You definitely don't have to apologize, that was... wow..." she whispered, trying to catch her breath.

Jordan just stood there for a moment, still a little dumbfounded by what just happened and how quickly everything had gone back to normal around them even when his focus was entirely on Cami. "Unexpected," he said with a laugh, finishing her sentence at describing what had just happened, "But pretty wow too." There were still so many people dancing around them, that Jordan lead them back towards the bar and off the dance floor, never once letting his hand move off the small of her back. "Do you want to get out of here?" Jordan asked by leaning into her so only she could hear him, "I think I've had enough drinks and dancing for the night." It was partially true, his vision was still blurry and he knew his walking wasn't entirely straight, but he was also interested in seeing if the kiss from before could continue on without hundreds of people surrounding them.

Cami laughed as Jordan finished her sentence for her. "You've left me speechless," she whispered as they walked back towards the bar. Jordan's hand was on the small of her back and she appreciated the gesture. Cami nodded her head as an answer to his question. "I've definitely had enough drinks," she giggled. "And my feet are a bit sore from all the dancing," she continued, reaching out to hold his hand as she lead them out of the club and outside to the streets of Miami. Mostly everyone was still indoors celebrating the start of the new year so it was pretty much just the two of them when they got outside. "I'll get us a Uber, where to?" she asked, squeezing his hand and looking up at the boy, eyes focused on his lips, wanting so badly to kiss him again.

Jordan stopped for a moment to pay their tab at the bar, making sure to go ahead and pay for Madelaine and Vanessa's as well since they were bailing on them, but he held onto Camila's hand until they were outside in the warm air. Which would have felt better if he wasn't so sweaty from the dancing and people inside. "My hotel? I've got a good mini bar selection," he shrugged, even though the mini bar was the very last thing on his mind. Just as Jordan was about to kiss her again, the Uber arrived and he wasn't about to start kissing her again with someone a foot away from them. Instead he held the door open for Cami, sliding in next to her and placing his hand on her thigh for the duration of their ride to the hotel, his fingers gently tracing random figures onto the skin of her inner thigh.

Cami smiled as he paid for their tab and for her friends, she felt bad for ditching them but knew they'd make it back to her house together and they'd be just fine. She'd text them from the car so they wouldn't worry. Cami nodded her head at his suggestion, but she had already typed the hotel name into her Uber app requesting a car once he had confirmed her suspicions. Cami pouted as Jordan pulled away from what she assumed was going to be another kiss as the car pulled up, but she didn't really mind because she didn't want to be kissing him in the car of a total stranger. She slid into the car and smiled at the driver, settling into the backseat as Jordan joined her, his hand finding her thigh instantly. The actress rested her head on the boy's shoulder and bit her lip as he began to trace random figures onto the skin of her inner thigh.

Jordan was annoyed that even after midnight on New Years Eve that Miami had this much traffic, causing the ride to his hotel to be excruciatingly long. Finally, he saw the building in the distance and his grip on Cami's leg tightened the closer they got. Once the car pulled to a stop, Jordan practically jumped out and was leading Cami to the elevators for a moment alone until someone else got on with them. Jordan offered a pleasant smile to the stranger until she got off at the fourth floor, and as soon as the doors shut Jordan was pushing Camila against the wall of the elevator and kissing her again. "Finally," he mumbled against her lips, knowing they had a few more seconds until they reached the 9th floor where his room was.

Cami could sense that Jordan was annoyed by the traffic and she was too. She could tell they were approaching when his grip tightened on her thigh. Cami giggled as the car pulled to a stop and Jordan practically jumped out. She thanked the driver and followed him into the hotel and to the elevators. When a stranger joined them in the elevator Cami bit her lip and remained calm, the stranger got off at the fourth floor and within seconds she was being pushed against the wall of the elevator and Jordan's lips had returned to her lips. "Mhm," she moaned against his lips as he mumbled against them. Her hands were laced behind his neck as he continued to kiss her and then her tongue was slipping into his mouth.

Jordan pressed his entire body against Cami, her back pressed hard against the wall of the elevator as their kiss deepened and the elevator came to a stop. "Jesus Christ," he groaned, as if he didn't know they'd have to stop again after a few moments. The doors opened and Jordan tried to walk as patiently as he could to his room, fumbling with the key thanks to the alcohol until the door finally swung open. "No more interruptions," he laughed, pulling Cami inside his room and immediately kissing her again. Jordan walked backwards until he felt his legs touch the bed, stopping there to take his shirt off before looking at Cami seriously for one moment. "Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to make sure before they went too far even though his body was practically aching for more of her now.

Cami let out another quiet moan as she felt Jordan's entire body press against her. A giggle escaped her lips at his frustration when the elevator dinged and they had to get out and find his room. "Let's hope not," Cami teased as he pulled her inside and connected their lips once more. She bit her lip as he began taking off his shirt. "Yes," she whispered with a nod of her head, turning around and moving her hair from her back to expose the zipper of her dress, giving him the chance to take it off of her.

Jordan didn't move until he had confirmation from Cami that she was sure, but once he had it everything changed. No longer were his actions held back in anyway, and all doubts left his own mind. His hands came up to unzip the dress, letting the fabric fall to the ground while his lips immediately found the crook of her neck. He trailed kisses down her skin until he turned around so she was facing him again, all while he was turning them both so that her back was to the bed so he could guide her onto it. Never letting his lips leave her body for longer than a second until he was kissing her lips again. It had been months for Jordan, and he was going to take his time to make it good for the both of them.

Cami arched her back as Jordan's lips found the crook of her neck. He seemed to be taking complete control of the situation which pleased her. The actress arched her back again as she was laid on the bed and Jordan's lips returned to her mouth. This night had taken a complete turn but she wasn't complaining. Cami could tell that Jordan seemed to be taking his time, but she was a bit impatient. The actress brought her hands up to the waistband of his jeans, making eye contact with him as their lips parted for just a second.

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Jordan was still out of breath and covered in sweat even though it had been a few minutes since they had finished. After making sure everything was cleaned up and opening the door so that Kairi could get into the bedroom part of his suite with them, Jordan collapsed into the bed with his chest still partially heaving while he caught his breath. "I guess that's one way to kick off the new decade, huh?" he asked with a laugh, hoping things weren't going to be awkward between them now. They had been friends for awhile, and the last thing he wanted was for hooking up to mess up their friendship. He ran a hand through his curls, which were more unruly than he could remember them being in a long time. "If you want a shirt or something to wear, there's some in the suitcase over there," he pointed as Kairi got on the bed and immediately started begging for attention from the both of them.

Cami was staring at the ceiling catching her breath while Jordan cleaned up and opened the door to let Kairi back into the bedroom. She turned on her side and propped herself up when he collapsed back onto the bed, "That's definitely one way to kick off the new decade," she responded with a laugh. "That was... amazing," she whispered with a smile. Things seemed okay now and Cami just hoped they stayed that way. This had been fun, but if it ruined their friendship in any way, she would be devastated. She nodded her head as he pointed to where his shirts were. Climbing out of the bed, Cami found her panties and put them back on before going into Jordan's suitcase to find a t-shirt. Once she had settled on one she wandered into the bathroom to splash water on her face before returning to the bed. Climbing back into the bed, she snuggled up to Jordan and reached out her hand to scratch Kairi's head.

Jordan worked on making sure the pillows and blankets were all fixed up while Cami was getting dressed and cleaning herself, though he was already having to fight Kairi for the blankets. "It definitely was amazing," he nodded with a grin, and meant it. He had been a little worried that his first time sleeping with someone other than Ellie would be weird or stir up feelings in him, but there was none of that. Jordan was content and comfortable, his arms wrapped around Cami as Kairi snuggled up between their legs, and he was definitely tired. Between the dancing, the alcohol, and the sex he was exhausted, a yawn escaping as he nuzzled his face down into the pillow. "Night, Cam," he whispered to her before he started to slowly drift off into sleep.

[dcmhnallach]

demiboy — ever hear people say APOLLO AMORETTO looks a lot like NICK ROBINSON? I think THEY/HE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The GRAPHIC DESIGN major is a JUNIOR that is from LIVINGSTONE, VT. They can be ADROIT, but they can also be INDELICATE. I think APOLLO might be A TIER 2 SHEPHERD. They are living in KIERAN. ( snot goblin. 20. EST. she/they. )

ok so i lied and this is after midnight. sue me. his background is a lil inspired by logan from veronica mars so like, sue me 2x. dnjkfmgh but !! give this a LIKE so i can come MESSAGE U FOR PLOTS !!!

TRIGGER WARNING - DEATH, MURDER, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, GRIEF

a e s t h e t i c s

fingers across keyboards and piano keys, m&m’s scattered, vintage gaming consoles and tangled wires, worn vans and broken skateboards, banging of drums and splintering drumsticks, deep rhythms beating with your heart, the hum of a hefty computer and the buzz of a monitor, green text against black screens, unruly hair unkempt, flannels filling closets, bloody baseball bats, posters lining up and down walls, loud punk music shaking the walls, glares and whispers, the suffocation that comes with loneliness, pills rattling in their bottles, unmade beds.

general info !!

full name: apollo casimir amoretto

nickname(s): cas, polly, lover boy, 2000 (b/c of his screen names lmaoo)

b.o.d. - january 31st, aquarius boi

label(s): the escapist, the hellion, the insurgent, the netizen, etc. etc.

height: hitting 6′0″

hometown: livingstone, vt !

sexuality: bi bi bi bi bisexual

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biography !!

cristian amoretto and camilla silvestri had a romance that could be described turbulent at best, and downright explosive at worst

cristian, a native italian actor whose career began before he could walk, and camilla, the daughter of two italian immigrants with big dreams in a small town, met on the set of a coffee shop. their love story began quickly, dating within only a few months of knowing each other and engaged before the year was up

camilla walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant with lil’ baby apollo, who was then born in livingstone, vermont, aka the town that camilla’s family had settled in

was raised primarily by his mother and grandparents! his father was often off shooting movies, leaving camilla to take on the role of stay-at-home mom despite her own dreams of making it big as an actress

apollo grew up as a huge momma’s boy – i mean, god, he just really loved this mother, y’know? his relationship with his father was much rockier because of his … lack of being around.

when his grandparents died around the age of eight, that’s when things got…worse. it felt as if camilla’s parents were the only barrier between camilla and cristian’s budding wrath.

it became more apparent that cristian was not meant for the family life, his anger quick and his fists quicker, stinging words and venomous glares. a control freak who couldn’t handle camilla being independent.

this wasn’t apparent to the neighbors, or much of the town in general, because the amorettos were such a prominent family up in their beach-side mini mansion – it was hard to imagine that their life was anything but exquisite and dreamlike.

this was, of course, up until camilla filed for divorce and a restraining order in the same day, face bruised and nearly unrecognizable. she, obviously, got custody of apollo.

at this point in time, apollo was fourteen and…pretty stoked for them to get away from his father. they holed up southside and life continued as normal. for the time being. gossip swarmed apollo at school surrounding the circumstance which was annoying, to say the least. it led to him becoming withdrawn from the other students, not getting the whole … gossip appeal.

in hindsight, they should’ve moved out of livingstone. death threats in the form of letters and the eerie feeling of eyes constantly being on them came to a halt on apollo’s graduation day: the day that his father also, coincidentally, murdered his mother.

for making me miss out on years of my son’s life, was cristian’s excuse as he was escorted from the bloody crime scene at their apartment and into the police car.

cristian was convicted and sent to prison almost a whole year after it occurred. apollo still has dreams about testifying in court against his father as a witness.

and then apollo became known not as the son of two celebrities, but the son of a murderer. total bummer !

could not tell you why he stayed in livingstone, but he did. almost dropped out of college a good few times ( he isn’t passionate about graphic design, it’s more of him wasting time than anything else ) and spends most of his time raiding on WoW or competitively playing overwatch :/

speaking of college ! apollo was kieran’s roommate and like ... a close friend of his. the death hit him pretty hard b/c of his past.

lives in kieran but lately has been switching between his dorm and his childhood home - it’s technically his dad’s but he hasn’t been to his mom’s apartment in years. the mansion has become run-down and pretty grody, a sore sight that pisses off the neighbors.

he does identify as demiboy but he cares abt his identity like ... so little ... 

personality !!

his main focuses are computers / video games, drums / his band, and like … skating … vaping … gamer things, y’know.

from a young age he’d always been very fascinated by video games, and being the Rich Boi ™ that he was, ended up with a whole lot of them to play, on a whole bunch of consoles.

but like … he’s a PC guy :/ he may have a super rare nintendo 64 or two but nothing can beat his dual-monitor set up with his hand-built computer !

he also got real into hacking, y’know, just small things like watching security cameras in different cities and occasionally changing his grades b/c like … who wouldn’t ? also … cheated in dark souls. fucking loser.

his favorite games to play are multiplayer games so !!

he joined a band in high school because he was angsty and young, and like, turned out to be really good on drums ?? they had like … some real big jimmy eat world / green day / say anything / old school fall out boy vibes. just a whole bunch of ‘fuck the government, fuck the authority, anarchy, rebellion, revolt revolt revolt’ angry rock music that got a buuunch of noise complaints during practice.

his role in the band is essentially the ~nerdy~ one, because he’s a gamer, but like he was also Edgy and Angry and wore all black like Constantly ( he still does who are we kidding )

probably paints his nails black and has a nose ring b/c gamers can be edgy too !!

huuuuuge junk food junkie. like … he will consume Everything and Anything unhealthy. has a huge sweet tooth, he can’t remember the last time he’s drank straight up water.

he’s pretty much a loner, minus his bandmates -- having a reputation like his really ... puts off others. wasn’t the friendliest person in high school either, which doesn’t help. kieran and him were kindred souls.

to be honest, he’s really selfish. thinks about himself first and foremost, considers it to be a method of surviving in a fuck-shit town with fuck-shit people. wouldn’t hesitate to toss people to the side if it were to ever come down to it. he’s not a faithful pal.

he’s ruthless, impulsive, does whatever he pleases because he assumes that everybody’s already got their opinion of him due to his father. hard to stop him when he’s on a rampage.

seething with rage on the inside. :/

uuhhh so he’s got this fucking…pomsky, right? her name is tulip. she was camilla’s before she passed away and like, what was apollo gonna do, huh ? put the dog in a shelter ? hell fucking nah. that’s his dog now. give that dog an emotional support animal certification and boom.

this isn’t like a Personality Trait but idk where to put it so ! apollo’s on antidepressants ( and other medications, but y’know. that’s just how it is ) b/c like … y’know … the whole dad-murdering-mom thing sort of fucked him up a lot ! they make him feel pretty blah and diminished his sex drive so like … hook ups aren’t really an option for him 99% of the time.

besides that he smokes a lot of weed b/c self medication.

he’s … sort of an asshole. like … he can be rude and he doesn’t have much of a filter and i don’t know if there’s any softness left to him ! he just really misses his mom and has a lot of wishes involving changing the past and he reacts badly to things because he’s so defensive and on edge constantly.

no but he’s just like. .. sad gamer boi … a man and his dog … who also carries like five knives on him.

like he’s not socially awkward or necessarily Bad with people .. he’s just bad with people :/ doesn’t try hard enough ! is a little too apathetic ! chaotic to true neutral

wanted connections !!

bandmates !! i’d envision that there’s four or five members including him. two electric guitar, one bass, one drums / keyboard ( that me -_- ) , anybody singing ... maybe a triangle player ! or a cowbell ! i dunno ! endless possibilities.

fans of the band mayb ?? try to seduce him so they can party w/ them after a show n apollo’s just like :/ nah ( or yah ! )

people he clashes with hardcore !! people who are one n the same.

uuhh ... big slut for enemies ! ppl he refuses to get along with or they’ve been on bad terms previously for whatever reason. :-)

alternately, people he’s trying really hard to get along with but it’s not working b/c he’s a shithead.

maybe an actual good, close friend or two !! y’know. so he’s not completely alone. 

people he’s fucked over previously by ditching them / being unreliable / messy / etc.

besides close friends, someone who’s soft towards him or vice versa. because as much as i love angst, i love the uwu too.

ex-flings, ex-fwbs, ex-hookups, etc. etc. ex-gfs/bfs. especially from high school.

people he’s known all his life ! childhood friends, childhood enemies, old rivals, etc.

people who like ... stayed away from him / distanced themselves after his dad’s arrest. :/

okay but like ... imagine, okay , some sort of high school romance where he used to sneak into their room / sneak them out, n then they’d like. go wild out. y’know like, parents Hate him.

ppl who end up on one of his benders / night time adventures / whatever chaotic shit w/ him.

a hook-up gone bad could b fun !

gaming pals. gaming enemies.

skater buds ! vaping buds ! stoner buds ! apollo owns like three juuls.

someone he’s good friends with ( maybe ?? potentially developing Feelings at the same time ) but apollo fucks up their friendship / possible Something because that’s just what he Does.

somebody who thought tht like ... his childhood home was just Abandoned and Empty so they started breaking in to like. get high or fuck or whatever and apollo just walks in one day like ... what are u doing.

someone who caught him dealing juul pods to middle schoolers and was like ... what are u doing. idiot.

idiot reckless buddy pals !! wreck shit together !! burn couches !! chaos !

literally i’ll take anything sdjnfkmgh

[arnorcttos]

( ludovico tersigni + 22 + muse 59 ) isn’t that apollo amoretto over there? i heard HE joined faction: nomads after they got back to west ham. it’s funny, ‘cause they were only on the service trip to terrorize his peers. hopefully they fit in there – they’re ADROIT, but also INDELICATE. oh, i’m sure they’ll be fine. ( james, she/they, 20, EST )

okay hi i’m james and this is my baby apollo, who is actually a brand new spankin’ muse of mine so !! we’ll see how this goes b/c i’ve literally never rp’d him before !! and i’ll b frank. his background is inspired by logan in veronica mars. sue me. actually don’t i’m already in college debt but sudfjkfg PLEATHE plot w/ him. leave a like. two likes. that’s not even possible. i may change his fc in the future b/c like ... i’m currently making his gif icons as i go and to b frank ,,, it’s rly hard sdjfkgh but i love him. so we’ll see. sdjnfkmgh

TRIGGER WARNING - DEATH, MURDER, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

a e s t h e t i c s

fingers across keyboards and piano keys, m&m’s scattered, vintage gaming consoles and tangled wires, worn vans and broken skateboards, banging of drums and splintering drumsticks, deep rhythms beating with your heart, the hum of a hefty computer and the buzz of a monitor, green text against black screens, unruly hair unkempt, flannels filling closets, bloody baseball bats, posters lining up and down walls, loud punk music shaking the walls, glares and whispers, the suffocation that comes with loneliness, pills rattling in their bottles, unmade beds.

general info !!

full name: apollo casimir amoretto

nickname(s): caz, polly, lover boy, 2000 (b/c of his screen names lmaoo)

b.o.d. - january 31st, aquarius boi

label(s): the escapist, the hellion, the insurgent, the netizen, etc. etc.

height: hitting 6′0″

hometown: west ham, kansas !

sexuality: bi...? fucking. it’s pride month ofc he’s bi.

his stats are TBD but his pinterest is HERE !

biography !!

cristian amoretto and camilla silvestri had a romance that could be described turbulent at best, and down right explosive at worst

cristian, a native italian actor whose career began before he could walk, and camilla, the daughter of two italian immigrants with big dreams in a small town, met on the set of a coffee shop. their love story began quickly, dating within only a few months of knowing each other and engaged before the year was up

camilla walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant with lil’ baby apollo, who was then born in west ham, kansas, aka the town that camilla’s family had settled in

was raised primarily by his mother and grandparents! his father was often off shooting movies, leaving camilla to take on the role of stay-at-home mom despite her own dreams of making it big as an actress

apollo grew up as a huge momma’s boy -- i mean, god, he just really loved this mother, y’know? his relationship with his father was much rockier because of his ... lack of being around.

when his grandparents died around the age of eight, that’s when things got...worse. it felt as if camilla’s parents were the only barrier between camilla and cristian’s budding wrath.

it became more apparent that cristian was not meant for the family life, his anger quick and his fists quicker, stinging words and venomous glares. a control freak who couldn’t handle camilla being an independent woman.

this wasn’t apparent to the neighbors, or much of the town in general, because the amorettos were such a prominent family up in their mini-mansion in oak ridge -- it was hard to imagine that their life was anything but exquisite and dreamlike.

this was, of course, up until camilla filed for divorce and a restraining order in the same day, face bruised and nearly unrecognizable. she, obviously, got custody of apollo.

at this point in time, apollo was fourteen and...pretty stoked for them to get away from his father. they holed up in southside and life continued as normal. for the time being. gossip swarmed apollo at school surrounding the circumstance which was annoying, to say the least. it led to him becoming withdrawn from the other students, not getting the whole ... gossip appeal.

in hindsight, they should’ve moved out of west ham. death threats in the form of letters and the eerie feeling of eyes constantly being on them came to a halt on apollo’s graduation day: the day that his father also, coincidentally, murdered his mother.

for making me miss out on years of my son’s life, was cristian’s excuse as he was escorted from the bloody crime scene at their apartment and into the police car.

obviously, cristian was convicted and sentenced to prison. apollo still has dreams about testifying in court against his father.

and then apollo became known not as the son of two celebrities, but the son of a murderer. total bummer !

became even more withdrawn and almost dropped out of college a few good times! the only thing that kept him rooted to west ham was his band.

and now he can’t leave, and he’s surrounded by people who all look at him weird and he feels like they’re all expecting him to be like his father, and he’s not, but god -- when people expect you to be one way, it’s so hard to act otherwise. it’s just not a good time !

pretty much why he went on the service trip tbh ... like, y’know ... if ppl want to believe that he’s just as bad as his dad then damn ! he was gonna wreck sm havoc on the trip, just being an absolute nuisance. 

personality !!

his main focuses are computers / video games, drums / his band, and like ... skating ... vaping ... gamer things, y’know.

from a young age he’d always been very fascinated by video games, and being the Rich Boi (tm) that he was, ended up with a whole lot of them to play, on a whole bunch of consoles.

but like ... he’s a PC guy :/ he may have a super rare nintendo 64 console or two but nothing can beat his dual-monitor set up with his hand-build computer !

he also got real into hacking, y’know, just small things like watching security cameras in different cities and occasionally changing his grades b/c like ... who wouldn’t ? also ... cheated in dark souls. fucking loser.

his favorite games to play were always multiplayer games online like WoW and overwatch so !! he’s pretty fucking mad he can’t play them anymore. like. so mad. genuinely furious. he’s been trying to hack his way into like ... wifi or something dumb, ever since they got stranded in new west ham, but he’s had no luck !

he joined a band in high school because he was angsty and young, and like, turned out to be really good on drums ?? they had like ... some real big jimmy eat world / green day / say anything / old school fall out boy vibes. just a whole bunch of ‘fuck the government, fuck the authority, anarchy, rebellion, revolt revolt revolt’ angry rock music that got a buuunch of noise complaints during practice.

his role in the band was essentially the ~nerdy~ one, because he was a gamer, but like he was also Edgy and Angry and wore all black like Constantly (he still does who are we kidding)

probably paints his nails black and has a nose ring b/c gamers can be edgy too !!

huuuuuge junk food junkie. like ... he will consume Everything and Anything unhealthy. has a huge sweet tooth, he can’t remember the last time he’s drank straight up water.

but like ... he’s a loner pretty much. only friends he really bothered keeping were his bandmates and like ! half of them went missing along with the rest of the town so ! he’s feeling a lil’ lost

but not lost enough to do Nothing, y’know ?? coming back to west ham to an empty town awoke his little baby survivalist in him, probably due to a lot of survival games he played online, and he immediately took over his old home in oak ridge ! it was pretty much rotting there with his dad in jail, but not anymore !!

has also probably broken into a few homes already tbh b/c he’s just. ruthless. impulsive. if it feels like the end of the world then he’s yolo’ing, he’s peace-ing out, u cannot stop him.

uuhhh so he’s got this fucking...pomsky, right? her name is tulip. she was camilla’s before she passed away and like, what is apollo gonna do, huh ? put the dog in a shelter ? hell fucking nah. that’s his dog now.

unfortunately tulip isn’t the most .... tough looking dog. apollo set up a bunch of fucking speakers around the property of his dad’s house and plays large barking noises whenever somebody gets too close, just to ward off intruders, but like ... there’s no fucking big dogs man. it’s just apollo and tulip.

this isn’t like a Personality Trait but idk where to put it so ! apollo’s on antidepressants b/c like ... y’know ... the whole dad-murdering-mom thing sort of fucked him up a lot ! they make him feel pretty blah and diminished his sex drive so like ... hook ups aren’t really an option for him atm !

besides that he smokes a lot of weed b/c self medication

he’s ... sort of an asshole. like ... he can be rude and he doesn’t have much of a filter and i don’t know if there’s any softness left to him ! he just really misses his mom and his bandmates and has a lot of wishes involving changing the past and he reacts badly to things because he’s so defensive and on edge constantly.

he misses twitter the most, tho.

no but he’s just like. .. sad gamer boi ... a man and his dog ... who also carries like five knives on him and definitely knows where his dad kept his gun.

like he’s not socially awkward or necessarily Bad with people .. he’s just bad with people :/ doesn’t try hard enough ! is a little too apathetic ! chaotic to true neutral

wanted connections !!

i envision his band to have like ... four or five members including him. two guitar electric guitar, one bass, one drums / keyboard, any of them singing idk that’s not important. and since two of them have Disappeared, i’d like the One (or two) that Remains ! anarchy boys !

generally .. anybody else who is tryn to survive, that maybe he can bond with or completely clash with ??

i’d love enemies, just ppl he Refuses to get along with or they are just on bad terms for whatever reason

people he’s trying to not ! not get along with ! but it just doesn’t work out b/c like ... lbr, apollo’s pretty bad with other people.

just any falling outs.

uuhh ... maybe a few somewhat-friendships ! like... awkward acquaintances

ppl he knew primarily from high school / haven’t spoken to since

maybe one or two ppl who’s soft towards him or he’s soft towards or vice versa b/c like ! i’ll b real .. it’s pretty nice to have !

ex-flings, ex-somethings, ex-gfs, bfs, anything from the past.

hookup gone bad b/c he couldn’t get it up b/c antidepressants be like that (this is based off of a true story can we get a sad yeehaw in here)

gaming pals from before no wifi.

skater buds. vaping buds. b/c i can confirm that apollo owns like three juuls. stoner buds.

someone he’s like ... hesitantly forming an alliance with b/c sometimes it’s easier when you have someone on ur team ! b/c then drama when one of them betrays the other uwu

somebody trying 2 break into his house b/c u Know it’s got some good shit in there but he’s just like ‘alexa play dogs barking audio’ and then ur muse is like ... there’s no fucking dogs

juul pod dealer. that’s all.

i’m down for anything rly !! pleathe hmu !!

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Meghan Markle to have TWO baby showers - guestlist revealed - HELLO! Magazine

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Meghan Markle to have TWO baby showers - guestlist revealed - HELLO! Magazine

The royal is expecting her first child with Prince Harry

Last modified on 2019-02-19T14:15:33+00:00Sharnaz Shahid Meghan Markle is spending a few days with her close friends in New York. The former actress is expected to have her baby shower on Tuesday with 15 guests, here at HELLO! we take a look at all the potential friends who are believed to be on the guest list…

With her due date looming, the Duchess of Sussex is making the most of her free time by jetting off to New York to see her close friends. The 37-year-old royal, who is expecting her first child with Prince Harry, is set to have her baby shower on Tuesday, thrown by her best friend Jessica Mulroney. However, for those based in the UK, the mum-to-be will have another one when she returns home after her official trip to Morocco, revealed royal correspondent Omid Scobie.

He also told Good Morning America: “Today’s baby shower is a reunion of sorts for Meghan. [Guests] include best pal Jessica Mulroney, actress and close pal Abigail Spencer has flown in and Priyanka Chopra is supposed to be flying in especially for this from London Fashion Week.” He added: “It’ll be a celebration with her closest friends.” For the first party, a total of 15 of her closest confidantes are thought to be attending the lavish shower which will be held at an exclusive Upper East Side hotel. Here at HELLO!, we take a look at all the potential invitees.

Jessica Mulroney

Meghan’s dear friend is the daughter-in-law of former Canadian Prime Minister Brian Mulroney and a well-known Toronto personality and philanthropist. The pair first met years ago when the former actress moved to Canada to start filming her hit legal series Suits. Jessica has reportedly been Meghan’s stylist since 2014, and the duo have since collaborated on many of the royal’s most chic and sophisticated ensembles. The Canadian stylist was also Meghan’s ‘unofficial’ Maid of Honour at her wedding to Prince Harry in May. Her children – twin sons Brian and John and daughter Ivy – were pageboys and bridesmaid at the royal wedding.

Jessica Mulroney is believed to be throwing the baby shower

It is also thought that her friend has taken on the role of overlooking some of the Duchess’ maternity looks during official engagements, and from her tour in Australia. Jessica regularly gives Meghan a helping hand with her looks, most notably including the memorable Nonie pink trench coat that the royal wore while visiting the Southbank Centre last year.

READ: The royal family’s most romantic gestures

Doria Ragland

There’s no denying that Meghan has a very close relationship with her mother Doria. The Los Angeles-based yoga instructor has lived in California for years, where Meghan was born. She works as a yoga instructor and social worker and occasionally jets to London to see her daughter. As Meghan prepares to give birth in the spring, fans can expect to see more of Doria. The former Suits actress will no doubt want her mum on hand to help with her first child.

The royal has a super close bond with her mother Doria

Meghan previously named her mum as one of the ten people who has greatly impacted her life. In a Glamour magazine article published on 15 August 2017, the former TV star opened up about her mum saying: “My mum’s a yoga instructor, but she does social work, as well, and she works specifically with the geriatric community. For me to watch this level of life-long sensitivity to nurturing and caregiving, but at the same time my mum has always been a free spirit. She’s got dread locks and a nose ring.”

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Priyanka Chopra

Priyanka and Meghan met in 2015 at a party, and it seems like the two have been close ever since. The Bollywood actress has previously spoken about their friendship, telling People: “I think friendships depend on people individually and how personal your relationship is. You can have work friendships, those are different. But when you have real friendships, like ours, it doesn’t matter what people look at you as or where your world goes, you sort of just, stay friends. And I think that’s what we’re like.” Speaking about first meeting the Duchess of Sussex, she continued: “We just became friends, like two girls would. I’ve always thought she was a super stylish girl. She’s someone that I’ve always looked up to for her style. Always, before she got married. And I just think she’s so well turned out always and she’s so chic in what she wears.”

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Benita Litt

The Duchess is godmother to her friends Benita and Darren Litt’s two daughters, Rylan and Remi, who were also bridesmaids at the royal wedding, so she would be an obvious choice of guest. The royal even celebrated Christmas with Benita’s family back in 2016 – the year before she celebrated with the Queen. At the time, Meghan took to Instagram to share a group family snap from the festivities, in which she captioned: “Fairy goddaughters.”

Serena Williams

Serena Williams and Meghan go way back

The pair first became close in February 2014 when they played a game of flag football together at DIRECTV’s Celebrity Beach Bowl. Speaking about their friendship, Meghan once said: “We’re both the same age, have a penchant for hot sauces and adore fashion, but what connects us more than those things is perhaps our belief in exceeding expectations – our endless ambition.” The tennis champ was one of the lucky guests who attended the royal wedding with her husband, Reddit co-founder Alexis Ohanian.

Amal Clooney

Amal and George Clooney at the royal wedding in May

Amal Clooney turned heads she attended the royal wedding with husband George Clooney. The pair have been friends for a while. According to a source, the human rights lawyer helped Meghan adjust to her new life in the UK. “Meghan and Amal have known each other for a while [and share] many interests,” an insider said. “Amal has been helping Meghan settle into London life. It was a very natural friendship from day one.”

READ: We’ve just been given a big clue about Meghan Markle’s due date

Oprah Winfrey

She was one of the many guests who attended the royal wedding in May. The presenter also invited the Duchess of Sussex’s mother Doria to her home just weeks before the big day. Speaking to Entertainment Tonight in June, Oprah revealed: “The story was that Meghan’s mum had come to my house and she left laden with gifts. You know what the gifts were? First of all, she’s great at yoga, so I said, ‘Bring your yoga mat and your sneaks in case we just want to do yoga on the lawn.’ So one of the bags was a yoga mat and the other was lunch.”

Misha Nonoo

Misha was once rumoured to have introduced Meghan to Prince Harry

Misha is a close friend of Meghan’s, and has previously been rumoured to be the matchmaker who introduced her to Prince Harry in 2016. The designer was once married to Alexander Gilkes, a New York based businessman and Eton College alum. Not only did Alexander attend school with Harry and his older brother Prince William; he is now in a relationship with tennis star Maria Sharapova. Elsewhere, the Duchess has also shown her support to Misha by wearing her designs on several occasions.

Abigail Spencer

Abigail Spencer with Priyanka at the royal wedding

The two stars became firm friends after starring in Suits together. In March, Abigail opened up about her friendship with Meghan, calling her “one of the loveliest human beings on the planet”. She told People: “Meghan Markle is one of the loveliest human beings on the planet, in the world. I’m just so excited that the world will get to experience her loveliness, and I really think that with her platform for charity and her fortitude – she’s going to have a great moment to change the world. If anyone can do it, it can be her.”

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Markus Anderson

Markus Anderson with Meghan at the Invictus Games in Toronto

Meghan is close friends with Soho House consultant Markus Anderson, and is said to have enjoyed dates with Prince Harry at the private members’ club in the early days of their relationship. When Harry and Meghan first made their public debut at the Invictus Games in Toronto in 2017, Markus accompanied his friend at the opening night of the tournament.

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Daniel Martin

He was the makeup artist responsible for creating Meghan’s royal wedding makeup in May 2018. The pair have remained close, with Daniel even making a special trip to London at the start of the year. He was invited to her home in Kensington Palace, where the royal whipped up everyone’s favourite brunch order – avocado on toast. The MUA has previously opened up about how the morning of the royal wedding went, telling Good Morning America: “We had breakfast. Guy, her dog, was with us. We were playing around with him. It was a very chill morning. Her mum [Doria Ragland] was there, which was amazing.”

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To 5 best costumes in dctv

#1 Black Siren

I love the design, it’s plain, it’s simple, it gives an amazing silhouette. I love the cut, I love everything about it. It really kicked up to full new gear on arrow when Katie wore her nose ring and blond hair. The long jacket is ace! Love the crazy heel boots. Neat details on the gloves. This whole look actually reminds me more of Black Canary given Dinah Lance had a long leather jacket in Birds of Prey which gave a similar look to this. Flash team designed a better look for Katie that was more in line with the comics then Arrow term did. She looks badass plain and simple. Like a boss.

#2 Killer Frost

I LOVE the thigh high black high heel boots, short skirt, long jacket blue leather jacket with second fabric mixed in down the sleeves. The cross on her chest just adds to the overall look. (funny Black Canary in Rebirth comics has the same cross of fabric ) The jacket has clean strong lines that are well suited to the actress’s body. The silver snowflake is just the right touch with its very simple form. Everything about the suit is perfectly done. Sorry, Cisco but you’re not the only one with some costume design game at Star Labs. Maybe Caitlin should be helping out because she made this suit on her own and damn it’s good. The hair and makeup - matches & has to match E2 design I guess but still not my favorite look. So far Caitlin is the only meta with her own built-in eyeshadow and lipstick so I’m not going diss the suit based on makeup. btw those are the perfect kind of heels to go with those boots.

#3 Supergirl

I just like it Classic, clean, fun.. It not over sexualizing her which is my biggest plus, I love how sleeves come down have a piece that wraps around her hand. I like the touch of gold on it too. Kara is one superhero not forced to wear massive heels which I like.

#4 Barry Allen

His suit looks comfortable. It looks easy for moving around in. I guess this is an unpopular opinion but I like that his suit isn't one solid piece of ugly leather. I like the second fabric (whatever the heck you call it) in different places so when he moves he doesn’t get those big leather bulges which you see Reverse Flash suit, Kid Flash suit and many more. It just looks more like second skin a runner would have and less cheap leather suit. Zoom also had this same style of suit and I wish Wally had got to have it too. Sadly I think my time with style is nearing an end and Barry will be wearing full leather suit jacket soon. For a speeders suit I like something that looks easy to move around in.

#5 Hawkgirl

I really think this is a costume that translated from paper to screen flawlessly. Her helmet looks sharp, angles beautifully with the shape of her face and doesn’t look cheap or fake. The suit itself has a lot of pattern and different colors that combined into one great look. It’s not green and yellow like the comics base colors but the tan, purple, and blues look really nice. Shame LoT didn’t have the best lighting in all its episodes to show the suit off like it deserved to show off. This suit has one of the rare cases where I liked shoulder pads because it adds to the effect of a hawk. The biggest thing I dislike is the rope around her neck because when she was fighting it would really go tight along her breasts.

Honorable mention: Cisco Ramon’s Vibe suit, Rupture Earth 2 Dante Roman’s suit. Laurel Lance’s Black Canary mask. The real Jay Garrick’s new and improved suit, and finally Earth 2 Dr. Light Linda Park suit

First of all Vibe suit looks cool. Cisco spent $1000 on those shoes lol. Rupture Earth 2 Dante Ramon someone put thought into this suit. Laurel Lance’s Black Canary mask. It’s big it’s beautiful and best of no black eye paint. Jay Garrick’s new and improved suit darkened in certain places looks awesome!!! I love how big thw lightning bolt is. Lastly, Earth 2 Dr. Light’s suit (wore by E1 Lind Park). Just like it.

I would love to hear others’s top five best costumes