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girlokwhatever · 9 months ago

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ooou could you do paige x reader who joined kks live once (like she thought she was cute and they started talking ykwimmmm)

IKWYMMMM

✩ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆✧₊ ⊹ nice surprise,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

part two

“yo, that girl’s picture is nice,”

“PAIGE… girly pop.. which one?”

paige is pointing to your profile picture and saying your username out loud to kk, who’s hosting the live.

you don’t even have your phone, it was your roommate that joined the live. she had commented a few times and paige saw, zoning in on your picture. she thought you were pretty. to be fair, you loved your profile picture. it was you in a floor-length sundress and sunglasses, holding your younger brother’s hand.

kk takes advantage of paige’s blabber mouth, deciding to add you to the live and make her friend talk to you.

your roommate is freaking out, screaming your name and running into the kitchen where you’re cooking dinner.

“GIRL TAKE YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW-“

“what did you do-“

you look on your phone screen and see the live, the faces of your college’s women’s basketball team staring back at you. you recognize some of them easily, paige bueckers and kk are two.

your roommate, evie, is leaning over to you and whispering that “paige saw your profile picture and thinks you’re cute so they invited you to the live but it wasn’t really you it was me so i’m bringing it to you so you can get game girl-“

she’s talking so fast you hardly even register what she’s saying. you practically feel your jaw hit the floor and your eyes widen at evie, then at the live, then back to evie. she’s grinning and winking at you like she’s just won you the lottery.

“guys this is her..”

“HEYYY GIRL! my friend here, paige- PAIGE boo stop playin. anyway, my friend paige thinks you’re cute.”

“oh! hey guys!” you’re waving gently and smiling. paige practically ran off screen and you think you might do the same. you’re a little camera shy and the hundreds of people watching doesn’t help anything.

you catch the way paige is peaking her head over the side of the screen and kk pulls her back down quickly. now you’re both looking straight at each other, a silent understanding of how awkward this moment is.

“heyyy, i’m pagie,”

she’s also smiling and waving and kk is in hysterics, as is evie. as terribly awkward as this is, you think paige is very nice looking as well. her wavy hair is down past her shoulders and she’s wearing a uconn jacket with pajama pants on. you’re dressed similarly in your pj’s and a sweater. but you’re definitely embarrassed because you have on an iowa sweater you got from your dad (it’s where he went).

“so you’re an iowa fan?” kk is asking you, one eyebrow raised. you’re blushing a deep shade of red now and hiding your face by pushing your phone back towards your roommate.

what is even happening?

“no guys trust she’s uconn all the way. we watch the games all the time.” evie is answering for you, pushing the phone into your hands again. you can’t tell if you want this moment to end or not.

“that’s good cause paige doesn’t mess with iowa y’know-“

“what?! i never said that! i never said that. iowa is cool.” she’s talking to you now, probably trying to make you feel better. you think it’s sweet how panicked she is. you feel the same.

“so.. girly pops.. do you wanna date paige?”

“kk! what- what kind of question is that?!”

both you and paige are equally gobsmacked but evie is yelling out in the background that you do want to date her.

“i.. um,”

“you definitely don’t have to answer that ma, ignore her please.”

kk is dying laughing and evie is too from her seat against the counter. paige is taking the phone and walking away, yelling at kk to be quiet and stop embarrassing her. you’re laughing a bit too but cover it up for a simple smile.

paige is really cute, you think.

“hey, look, i would actually take you out on a date.. if you want?”

you’re silent for a moment, looking up at evie with shock. never did you ever imagine that paige bueckers would be asking you out on a date, especially not on a tiktok live.

“um, yeah. yes. i would like that.”

she’s got this cheesy smile on her face, turning the phone away for a second. “alright, i’ll dm you. it was nice to meet you. i wasn’t expecting this but it was a really nice surprise.”

“yeah, it was.”

later that night she’s messaging you on instagram asking for your number. she decides to facetime you, apologizing for the whole live and saying she wishes she could see you in person instead.

next thing you know, you’re giving her your dorm location and number and she’s on her way to see you. you consider yourself extremely lucky for such a nice surprise.

⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭.ೃ࿐🀥☽｡⋆𓍯 ִֶָ.

I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS!!

it’s a bit different but i really like it

#paige buckets #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball

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hannahssimblr · 1 year ago

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Chapter Fourteen (Part 3)

The sand is damp and smooth, and our footsteps are the first to break the even surface. It clings to our shoes. Seagulls caw and the marram grass rustles in the dunes in tune with the nylon swish of Jude’s windbreaker jacket. His face, blank, doesn’t turn to me, but I look up at him and feel unsettled, remorseful, regretful, excluded, and the sunlight glints off one of his little silver earrings and blinds me for a second, as though to force my gaze away.

“How is Jen doing?” I say, and my voice is small and almost drowned out by the rumbling of the sea, but he hears me.

“Yeah, she’s doing okay. She hurts a lot, you know, the parts of her that are broken. She’ll be okay, although they’re not so sure about her hand. This piece of shrapnel cut through her wrist, you know, severed some tendons, and there’s a chance she won’t ever have full movement back.”

“Oh,” I say, my own wrist twinging with a phantom wound. “I didn’t know that, that’s really awful.”

“Yeah, I know. She’s strong, though, she’ll recover from this and she’s going to be alright.” He kicks a chunk of driftwood out of his path and buries his chin into the collar of his coat. “It was hard to see her. This week has been the first time in months, and God, she just seems so fragile.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. She seemed that way when I saw her last, she’s really shrunk in on herself like she’s trying to take up the minimum amount of space in the world.”

“Exactly.”

“Having the wrong kind of person in your life at the wrong time can be so dangerous when you’re already fragile, someone can come in and break you so easily that it’s scary.” I shudder and try my best to force away my own dark memories as they begin to creep and coil around my insides. “But what happened to her? What is it with Jen?”

“That makes her feel that she doesn’t deserve anything more than a person like Pamela?”

“Yeah.”

He sighs. “Jen has just never had it very easy, I suppose. Things at home were really fraught, I remember that when I moved here. We were never allowed to hang out at Jen’s place, because she said her parents were weird. It turns out that her mother was really controlling and her dad had a temper. They’d punish her for really small things really disproportionately. I don’t know, Evie, it was just a difficult environment, she was always walking on eggshells around them, and she felt like she didn’t have any control over her own life.

“When we were fourteen she met a crowd from another school who weren’t all that great. The exact type of friends her parents would keel over if they knew about, but that’s exactly why Jen wanted to spend time with them. I hung out with them too, but only because she did, and I didn’t really want to be all on my own.

“All we ever did was drink and hang out in parks, honestly. It was kind of boring to me, but I was just there because of her, like, I don’t know, I suppose I felt like I needed to keep watch of her, to make sure that she was okay because it was becoming kind of clear that she wasn’t all that interested in making sure for herself.

“They all used to be obsessed with being high all of the time. Not that they had actual drugs, just solvents. Lighter fluid, deodorant, petrol, sometimes, you know, choking themselves until they hallucinate…”

He’s saying all of this like it’s normal, and that I should know about it already, but I don’t. I nod along anyway despite my horror.

“But pretty quickly they got their hands on the real stuff. Someone’s brother knew a guy, I think. Something like that. We started with weed, which was fine, but then one day one of the guys showed up to the park with a little bag of cocaine.”

“How old were you then?”

“Fifteen.”

“And you tried it?”

“Yeah, and I didn’t like it that much, because it made me paranoid, same as weed, really. Paranoid and a bit nauseated, so I stopped doing it too often after that, but Jen was the complete opposite. She liked it a lot. There was something about that feeling of losing control of her body and being driven by something else that really did it for her, you know, she just liked losing herself in it. So really, from that point on that’s always how it was with her, always searching for an escape from her life, trying everything and anything those kids could find for her.”

“Fifteen.” I echo in disbelief. “You were both so young.”

“We were. Way too young. Two of those boys we used to know ended up in a psychiatric unit years later. I don’t hear about the others anymore, so I don’t know, but Jen has never quite gotten past it either.”

“Would you say she’s an addict?”

He makes a face like he can’t quite decide upon the answer. Perhaps my question is too simplistic. “I don’t really know what to call it.” He says eventually. “She goes through periods of heavy use, and then she comes back around again and doesn’t touch anything for months, it’s never consistent, it all depends so much on what’s happening with her, and whether her life is steady or not. Obviously, right now, it’s very much not. I think she’s had more and more difficulty in the last few years while I’ve been away.” A deep line forms between his brows. “I haven’t really been here to keep an eye on her.”

“Is that your responsibility?”

“Of course.” He says, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. But to me, it isn’t. It seems to me an incredibly heavy burden to bear.

“Her parents…?”

“They freaked out when they discovered she was a lesbian. They told her that she couldn’t identify that way as long as she lived under their roof, so she left. They don’t speak to her at all anymore, as far as they’re concerned they don’t have a daughter. I remember once we bumped into them in town and they completely blanked her and acted like they didn’t even see her. That was a really rough time. It didn’t work for my family to take her in, because Ivy was only six, so Michelle’s parents agreed. They’d been really close since they were children, so she lived with their family for three years.”

“Jesus.”

“Jen’s parents are horrible people. I don’t usually get so bothered about others to say that I hate them but… yeah, I hate her parents. They essentially destroyed her life. Well, they made a good stab. It feels like Pamela came along to finish the job.”

“I kind of get it, about Pamela,” I say, and he looks at me curiously. “You know, when you’re used to a certain pattern of treatment, returning to the familiar is the path of least resistance. Her parents treated her awfully, so she’ll default to someone like her, who can confirm all of those rotten things she already believes about herself.” It isn’t that cold, but I shiver anyway, and Jude bites down on his lip, frown deepening. “Yeah.” He says. “That makes sense. I just wish she could see what her friends can see.”

“You can tell her that she’s amazing all you like, she’s going to believe only the most negative things about herself.”

“Pamela locked her in a bathroom during an argument.” He tells me. “For four hours. Jen had to climb out of the window from the first floor. And that wasn’t enough to make her leave.”

I shrug. “You’d be amazed how bad it has to get.”

“Well I got Pamela’s number after that, and I called her up. This is what everyone keeps bringing up. I was just so mad. I just went off at her until she hung up on me, and then obviously she told Jen, which, I didn’t care about, I thought she’d be glad that I stood up for her, but I was wrong about that, she just cut me off and stopped speaking to me completely. That was like, a year ago.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I was confused… I mean, I am confused.”

I sigh. “I wish I could explain how complicated it is, but it’s so hard to.”

“She must know that Pamela is abusive.”

“Sure, but sometimes it’s just easier to put up with it than try to leave or to change something. It’s a strange thing, but I suppose it kind of makes a bit of sense when you’re in it.”

“I thought I was helping.”

“It’s hard to help, really. You just have to hope that she eventually helps herself.”

“I hate it.” He says. “I hate how powerless I’ve felt, just away in Berlin this whole time, unable to do anything, or even talk to her, or even know what’s happening.”

“I’m sorry that I kept things from you.” I say, and he replies “I know you are. I understand why you did. I shouldn’t have been so angry.”

“You have every right to be angry with me.”

We look at each other, and his nostrils flare just a little, a hardened, defensive look coming over his face because we both know that we aren’t talking about Jen anymore.

“I think I’d like a coffee.” He announces after a tense pause. We’ve reached the main entrance to the beach now, the part of it that was always too crowded with towels and parasols to find a place to sit during the summer, now empty, just like all of the benches and the bar stools in the surf shack just a hundred metres from where we stand. Jude points at it with his thumb. “Do you want one? Or a tea, or, I don’t know, an ice cream cone?”

“I’ll go,” I say, in the dim hope that if perhaps I pay for his coffee he’ll warm up to me again and stop looking at me like I’ve shot him in the heart. “Black americano, no milk no sugar?”

“Yes.”

And usually, I’d make some joke about that, but I don’t even try it this time. I leave him to sit on a sandy bench and I head over to stand at the window to order.

“Hey,” I say to the shopkeeper’s back. “Could I just get two coffees? An americano and a flat white.”

“We don’t have things like flat whites, this is a small family establishment.” He says, and then he turns around and I’m met with a familiar pair of blue eyes.

“Oh. Liam.”

“Evie?”

“Yeah.”

He comes over to lean onto the counter in front of me, and I take him in, the adult version of the boy I used to know. His hair is longer now and pushed back from his face with a patterned headband, and he looks less boyish, less skinny, but his full face of freckles is the very same, as well as the deep tan on his face, which I’m certain is there all year round. He doesn’t look unhappy to see me, in fact, he looks intrigued. “I didn’t expect to see you here, of all people, of a Saturday morning in March.”

“I know, I never thought I’d come here again, honestly.”

“We frightened you away that badly the first time, did we?”

I smile. “No, I just never thought there’d be a reason.”

“And you found one.” He grabs a paper cup from a stack and gets to work on the americano. “Can I do you a cappuccino instead, by the way?”

“That’s fine.” I watch him pour the coffee grounds into the portafilter and tamp it down. “I’m really just passing through, you know, after the storm, some of the houses down here have gotten damaged.”

“Yeah, that’s right. One over on the end of the peninsula has the roof gone off it.”

“Oh, that’s not great.”

“Not great indeed.” He puts the first coffee down in front of me. “What are you up to these days anyway?”

“I’m in the middle of college. I’m studying illustration in NCAD, and at the moment I’m taking a year to do an internship in a print studio in Stoneybatter.”

“Ah art school! You were always creative. Or so they tell me. I never did see your drawings in the end.”

I laugh awkwardly. “Well, I suppose you didn’t. How about you? Are you in college too?”

“Well if I was I suppose I wouldn’t be here doing this, now, would I?” He smiles over his shoulder at me after he pours milk into a silver jug. “I went to Galway to study for a year, and I didn’t like it, so I dropped out, came home, and I’ve been working here with my dad ever since. It’s grand, I don’t mind it. Nice to be on the beach and surfing and all that, you know what I mean?”

I nod. “Yeah for sure.”

Dumping bubbly, frothy milk into my cup, he wonders “What house were you checking out anyway? Is it Kelly’s mobile or something?”

“No, it’s the Turner’s beach house.”

When he places the cup in front of me, he peers over my shoulder and spots Jude sitting with his back to us, staring out over the sea, and Liam’s easy smile falters. “Oh right. You ended up going out with him in the end.”

“Oh. Well, no. It’s not like that.”

“Is it not?”

“No, we’ve just been friends for the last few years, there’s not been anything else going on really.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Ah, that makes more sense.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah.”

I clear my throat awkwardly. “Well, um, like, why is that, exactly?”

“Well like I didn’t ever think anything would actually happen there between ye. I’d have been surprised to hear that it had, is all.”

I stiffen. “Is that so?”

“Just from knowing him back in the day, I didn’t think he’d, you know, have gone for you, or whatever. Actually, I thought he’d have fancied your friend Claire instead.”

“Why, because she’s pretty?”

“Well she was very pretty, wasn’t she?”

“Yeah, she is.”

He sees the look on my face, laughs to himself and saunters back to the coffee machine to clean out the grounds. I feel my cheeks flush. “What’s so funny?”

“No, no, nothing.”

“Explains why you’re chuckling away to yourself.”

He sighs. “I’m not, it’s nothing, Evie.”

“No, what?” I insist.

“I’m not trying to start something here, I just could have predicted this, is all.”

“Predicted…?”

“That he’d still be, like, stringing you along after him after all this time. That’s what’s going on, isn’t it? It’s always what happens, it’s a classic situation, that’s all I was thinking.”

My pulse quickens. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Ah, come on. It’s so obvious. Girls like you always go for guys like him, guys who like the attention so much, but look at ye now, it just goes to show that I was correct way back then when I thought it. He’s never going to give you what you want, he never was. I’m actually on your side, I just think I could have told you this four years ago and maybe saved you the hassle.”

I get it. He thinks that I’m pathetic. “I think you have some nerve saying that. We don’t fit into whatever categories you have in your head. ‘Girls like me, guys like him’. That doesn’t mean anything.”

He turns around and shrugs, totally nonplussed. “If I’m wrong then what are you doing traipsing down to Wexford with him on an errand? Buying him coffees? It’s fine, Evie, I’m not trying to argue with you, I’m just stating a fact. Some things never change, is all I’m trying to get at. Nice to see that you’re still the same girl as ever.”

“What’s the coffee cost, please?”

“Five fifty.”

“Rip off.” I toss coins onto the counter, grab the cups and stalk away from him.

When I slam the americano onto the bench next to Jude some of the liquid sloshes out onto the wood, and he awkwardly mops it up with the thin napkin I got from the shack. He asks me if I’m alright, and I fib and tell him I am.

“Fair enough.” He says because he’s too upset with me to care that much. We walk all the way back to the beach house in silence, wet sand, whispering waves, and cool wind, stuck together, wishing we were miles apart again.

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#lucky girl part 3 #tw: drugs #tw: abusive relationship #tw: alcohol #tw: estrangement #tw: addiction #tw: injury #tw: accident

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stargazer-sims · 2 years ago

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George & Evie

Evie: That fire feels lovely. Thank you for getting it going.

George: You're welcome.

Evie: Back when you first wanted to buy this house and I saw how many fireplaces it had, I’ll admit I didn’t like the idea. Charlie and Eden were so young, I was worried they wouldn't understand the danger of a fire, and you know Sadie always wanted to test every rule and boundary.

George: All three of them were remarkably good when it came to learning fire safety.

Evie: They were, and I was glad you persuaded me to move here in the end. Now I don't think I'd want to give up my fireplaces for anything.

George: I think we should have a fire in the fireplace in our bedroom this evening. The forecast is calling for snow.

Evie: That explains the dampness in the air. If we're lucky, perhaps school will be cancelled tomorrow and we'll have a day off.

George: I'll bet all the students are hoping the same thing.

Evie: Undoubtedly.

George: What are you baking?

Evie: A cake. Eden sent me the recipe. Apparently, it's a recipe from his boyfriend's grandmother. He couldn't stop talking about it, so I thought I'd have a go at making it myself and see what all the excitement is about.

George: Well, I certainly won't be complaining. You know I'm a big fan of cake. About this new boyfriend, though...

Evie: What about him?

George; He's in some sort of musical performance group.

Evie: *laughing* He's in the group that Charlie's working with. Sugar Valentine. They're extremely popular. The twins have been big fans of theirs since they first started performing.

George: That must be an awkward relationship.

Evie: Haven't you talked to Eden about it?

George: The last time I spoke with the boys, Eden wanted to tell me about his next competition and about the international bookshop he and Nikolai discovered in town, and Charlie practically gave me his entire travel itinerary for the winter. They're going to Sulani, you know. In any case, no one mentioned the boyfriend.

Evie: HIs name is Haru.

George: Who?

Evie: The boyfriend. He's called Haru. Sakuharu, actually, but it seems everyone calls him Haru for short.

George: Hmm... Well, I'd like to meet this Haru person. I'd like to make certain he's not disreputable.

Evie: I think our Eden likes the disreputable ones. There is a certain attractiveness about bad boys, after all, so I can't say I blame him.

George: Excuse me?

Evie: Have you forgotten what you were doing on the day I met you? You came roaring up on your motorcycle, in your ripped jeans and leather jacket, shouting at the top of your lungs in Korean that the police were looking for you. All those poor international students were terrified, and I still can't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing that I was the only one there at the time who spoke the same language as you.

George: I'll have you know, one brush with the law does not make me disreputable. Besides, I overreacted. It was far less serious than I probably made it seem.

Evie: Yes, but I had no way of knowing that at the time, did I? It was all quite exciting, whisking you off to my room to hide you from the reach of the law.

George: Only to find out that I'd gotten a parking ticket.

Evie: Such a criminal.

George: What I remember most is that you didn't make fun of me, even though you had every reason to. You must've thought I was a complete fool.

Evie: I thought you were very handsome and charismatic, albeit a little clueless. And your panic was certainly real, which didn't seem like a laughing matter to me.

George: A little clueless?

Evie: Slightly more than a little, but obviously that wasn't an impediment. Thirty years of marriage should tell you that I think all your best qualities outweigh the fact you can sometimes be more scattered than the average person. Anyway, if I'm being honest, I think your eccentricity is cute.

George: I think you're cute.

Evie: You had me the first time you said that, you know.

George: You had me at 'hello'.

Evie: It may be the same for Eden and Haru, from what he tells me. Haru seems to be a minor troublemaker and perhaps a little scatterbrained, but it sounds as if he really cares for Eden, and I can tell Eden cares for him.

George: I still want to meet him sooner rather than later. I'm sure he can join Eden on a video chat.

Evie: Eden will introduce us when they're both ready. Haru may not feel comfortable meeting us yet. Remember how long you wanted to wait before we called my parents together, and how nervous I was when we called yours?

George: True, and we didn't even have the dilemma of not speaking the same language as the other person's parents. I presume Haru doesn't speak Korean or English.

Evie; No, he doesn't speak Korean, and I don't think he speaks English particularly well either.

George: That should be interesting.

Evie: Eden will have to translate for us when the time comes. In the meantime, we’ll simply have to be patient.

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #brindleton bay #sugar valentine #Evie Seong #George Seong #wearesugarvalentine #stargazersims

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crossdressingdeath · 1 year ago

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#Perfect#I imagine he had to have commissioned one they were going to be ruling together after all#Side note I desperately want to know how gortash planned to explain their relationship once he was archduke because I don't think he#Could just rely on no one finding out about them#Anyway I would assume both individual portraits and a portrait together#I imagine gortash is trying to get them to dress up in beautiful silks and fancy jewelry and even makeup and they're like idk none of#This sounds very bhaal-honoring it doesn't murder anyone or advance his goals how I appear doesn't matter I am merely his instrument#And gortash has to get into like yes but the rabble wants to see a leader they admire and that all works better if look rich and beautiful#So put on those earrings and that fancy jacket and they're like okay. fine. for the plan. And then once the portrait is done and presented#To them they can't stop looking at it and even touching their face in the portrait because they look beautiful#And they've never thought of themselves as beautiful before#And gortash is outwardly like great does this mean you'll dress up and shower more? But is inwardly facing an insane tangle of emotions#Pleasure the plan is working satisfaction that this may help shape durge into a better coruler and that they'll associate this positive#Emotion with him (that's why he made sure to have their joint portrait finished first after all) but also a horrific sort of softness#At seeing how Durge's face lights up when they look at the portrait (tags via @chronurgy)

Quick, someone get that one scene from The Mummy where Rick(?) comes out all prettied up and Evie(?), who was just talking about how unlikable and filthy and rude he is, is completely dumbstruck. ...I admit I have never actually seen The Mummy and only know the scene from a Pavellan comic I saw a while back but. you know. That's one potential direction for this to go.

But Gortash wouldn't even have to wait until the portrait was ready to show Durge how amazing they look when they don't look like a serial killer living in the sewers (he is exaggerating just a touch perhaps, I doubt Durge would let their appearance slip that far if only in the name of some semblance of subtlety, but still)! Imagine him getting Durge all prettied up and they're grumbling about how ridiculous and useless and un-Bhaalspawn-like all this is, only to be cut off by the softest little "...Oh" when Gortash pulls them over to stand in front of the nearest mirror and they see how they look when they're dressed and styled like a noble. Gortash does refer to Durge as Bhaal's prince (at least if you're playing as a guy, I assume for a girl it's princess and I'm not sure what it is for nb), let him dress them up like the royalty he's convinced they deserve to be, and that they will be if the plan succeeds! Also I love the image of Gortash acting all smug and teasing them like "Oh, does this mean you're going to dress and act less like a filthy sewer rat now?" while internally freaking out because Oh shit oh gods they're so beautiful and they never even realised. He has just handed them a terrifying weapon and also he's just very into this look.

Also: Gortash commissioning a portrait of the two of them together for future co-rulers reasons is giving me Emotions in the context of Gortash's first appearance in act 3 being him sitting for a portrait. Thinking about him already having a portrait all set with him and Durge because he intended for them to rule together, only to have to get a new one done at the last minute because Durge is gone and he can't use the one he had of the two of them... Ouch?

Oh, also, for your consideration. Gortash and Durge's plan for how Durge was going to fit into the archduke situation being marriage. Maybe not right away, but once the Absolute is dealt with. After all, how can Bane and Bhaal complain if it's for The Plan? Definitely just for the plan. All just for appearances! The rags-to-riches fairy tale of Gortash's common lover elevated to the Archduke's consort (possibly because of some dramatic act of love and devotion in battle against the Absolute or something, people love a good story) would both win the people's favour and justify this complete unknown marrying the Archduke! There's definitely no tidier solution (don't look into it).

Consider: Gortash having a portrait of Durge somewhere where the party ends up seeing it, because he managed to coax, bribe or coerce them into sitting for it at some point and there's no point going to all that trouble and expense for a portrait if no one is ever going to see it and also he likes looking at it so sue him. It fulfills both my desire for the party to get a glimpse of pre-amnesia Durge that isn't just Evil Murdery Bhaalspawn and my desire for Gortash dragging Durge kicking and screaming into at least some parts of Respectable Noble Society!

#also gortash dropping the absolute bombshell of 'oh we were going to get married' on the party would be very fun #bg3 #durgetash

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football-and-fanfics · 3 years ago

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Anger - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold Request: A request was done based off the moment below, which happened during Liverpool's match vs Arsenal. Trent is angry when he is substituted. Requested by: @allthemenofmydreams Warnings: none Thanks for your request. Hope you'll like it!

Trent was angry. Angry at this match, angry for being substituted, hell, he was even angry at the grass beneath his feet. But most of all, he was angry at himself. During his entire time out on the pitch today, he just couldn't get his body to do what his mind so desperately wanted. He wanted to make the most beautiful passes and assists, but just couldn't get it done. Everything he attempted, turned to utter shit today. When Trent saw his number on the substitute's board around the 70th minute, he wasn't even that surprised, but somehow it confirmed all his frustrations of today. Trent stalked off the pitch. He ignored the outstretched hands of his teammates, and even ignored Klopp. He took the jacket that was handed to him, but didn't put it on. Trent angrily threw the jacket onto one of the empty chairs, before slouching down in a seat on the back row of Liverpool's substitute's bench, actively choosing to be as far away as possible from everyone and everything. All he needed right now, was to be left alone and not spoken to. Trent's eyes followed the remainder of the match, but he registered nothing of it. His anger turned to ominous thoughts whirling through his mind. What if he ended up in a bad spell of form again? Would he be able to deal with that again? And, most importantly, what would he need to do to get out of this sudden spiral of negativity? "Trent?" Trent startled when he suddenly found Klopp sitting next to him. The rest of the bench was empty, and almost all players had left the pitch already. Trent had zoned out, completely lost in thought, and had totally missed that the match had long finished. "Are you okay?" Klopp's hand rested on Trent's forearm. Most of Trent's anger had made way for worry and insecurity by now. "Uh.... no." For a short moment the thought to lie crossed Trent's mind, but he decided to tell the truth. Klopp knew him way too well anyway to buy into any kind of lies from him. "I was useless today," Trent growled, anger rising up again. Klopp watched silently as Trent stomped his foot on a water bottle lying on the floor. "Well," Klopp sighed, "maybe this one is on me." "Why?" Trent bit back before his coach could finish. "Maybe I should not have put you in the starting lineup directly after coming back from that Covid infection," Klopp admitted, "you've only had two training sessions, so, in hindsight, it might have been better if I hadn't started you." "But I feel fine," Trent shrugged, irritated. "Sure," Klopp agreed, "but it was a virus nonetheless. Sick or not, your body's been dealing with it." "Perhaps," Trent shrugged again, not convinced by Klopp's words. He knew Klopp was trying to make him feel better, but so far his anger wasn't subsiding. "What I'm trying to say." Klopp chuckled softly at Trent's continued anger, because it showed him how much the young man cared. "I know you're not very forgiving to yourself, but don't beat yourself up over this for too long." Trent nodded grudgingly. "I'll try." Klopp flashed Trent a smile, giving the young man's shoulder an encouraging pat. "Good lad." Tags: @glam-khal, @evie-pr, @gryffinwars, @auawdo, @meteora-fc, @de-geas, @stonesyyyy, @katerinahunny, @hbstre Liverpool tags: @theqazer (Tumblr won't let me tag you 🙄) Trent tags: @footballffbarbiex Requested tag for this imagine: @soccerfanfiction If you would like to be added to the tags list, too, you can fill out this form and I'll add you to it!

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evita-shelby · 3 years ago

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Between the Shadow and the Soul

Chapter 33:

Taglist: @joossieisdabomb (please let me know if anyone wants to be added or removed from it)

“I want to go home!” Charlie has a temper, whether its hers or Tommy’s she can’t tell, could be a horrid combination of both.

“We’ll go home soon, this is just like when we went on holiday, mi vida.” she tries to calm him down.

He rarely throws tantrums ---those are definitely hers; Polly says Tommy never ever threw one--- but when he does, they are legendary. The toy plane Tiago got him has been flung at the wall, one of the wooden horses John and Esme got him has turned to ash in the fireplace, the toy car Finn gave him yesterday almost hit Diane and Eva felt her resolve about not spanking her children weaken a little. Not that it would make the three-year-old sleep anyways. “I want tati!”

Tommy is tati, she is mami and right now Carlitos ---how she calls her boy half the time--- wants tati to tell him a story and tuck him into bed. Its fucking midnight and raining cats and dogs, but tati is too busy scaring Devlin at his office. Won't be long now, but fuck him for not doing this earlier. He’s known for almost two days now, why did her husband had to have a flair for the dramatic?“Ahorita llega. He'll be here soon.” she holds him on her lap and rocks him. Only way to calm him down from his little tornado of destruction. It was a few minutes between the office and Watery Lane, might be longer because of the rain or some other inconvenience.

She sings to Charlie in Spanish, English, Romani, that creepy Irish song Tommy’s father used to sing to him and his siblings that he sings to their kids. Leave it to her husband to teach them a song about a woman committing infanticide.

Although she was guilty of that too given one of the most famous lullabies in Spanish talks about El Coco coming to eat children who won’t go to sleep.

But by the time he is home, Charlie has given up, accidentally struck her while she tucked him in bed and mami is angrily wondering what the hell took tati so long.

“Where were you?” she doesn’t mean to come off as the angry jealous wife, but she’s tired and irritated.

“Devlin said he saw Italians meet with the communists. Eden refused to cooperate.” He sighs, tired, and she helps him out of his winter coat, suit jacket, and gun holster, like she used to before what happened last year. She can feel the dull pangs of grief that hit him when he remembered his life before the war.

He hides it well as, but she can see it in the way Polly can see ghosts. It’s a lingering shadow sticking to him. When Greta died so did a part of him, the part that was the hopeful youth who signed up for war even before they were all conscripted.

Eva helps her husband undress and joins him in the tub. His fingers brush over the scar on her shoulder as if to remind himself how close he came to losing her.

“I was thinking you should take the day off tomorrow, let Polly take care of things while we go elsewhere. Just us and the children, or just us if you want.”

“Can’t go far, Evie, you know that.” He reminds her, sighing, but not stopping her from straddling his lap.

“I wouldn’t call four or five houses away far, Tommy.” She teased him, hands lovingly running up and down his chest, she needed him in a good mood to spring it on him. “Charlie threw another tantrum about being stuck here and since my granny’s house is still unoccupied, it might do all four us some good to have a change of scenery.”

It would do wonders for them to not run the risk of the children interrupting the betting shop, besides the smell of it alone had her bent over the toilet bowl for hours.

“An old woman died there.” He jokes. It was the reason that no one wanted to live there after she and her uncle decided to lease it.

“She died in a hospital bed in London and I cleansed it while Polly watched the children today just to be safe.” The house had been remodeled to perfection, had a very low rent and a functioning telephone as well as a radio, but the words witch and dead woman made sure no one said yes to the lease. “Besides I had it redecorated to see if anyone would take it off my hands, so its almost unrecognizable.”

Her old room had been remade into a nursery, her granny’s room was unrecognizable and the living room let her have space she needed.

“Charlie loves it here.” Tom would rather have them here, where he can protect them and Finn and its sweet of him, but the children hate being cooped upstairs for most of the day.

“Actually, he hates it, he just pretends he doesn’t because he thinks you’ll leave again if he hurts your feelings.” Sweet Charles Henry Shelby hated disappointing people, especially his father whom he adored. “Don’t believe me, just ask him what happened to one of the toy horses John and Esme gave him.”

He winced, Tom had only seen one or two tantrums his son threw. Charlie didn’t like small spaces nor church. The last one Charlie had, he had kicked and screamed and broken a pair of Tommy’s glasses while they tried to drag him to church for Diane’s baptism.

“Gets it from his mother, I think.” He says and she playfully pushed him away when he tried to kiss her. “Wall or fireplace?”

“Fireplace.” She answers and he nods as if he wasn’t already focusing on the bruise forming on her forearm. His fingers brush against it lightly, but it still hurts. "Charlie refused to sleep without you tucking him in." Its a low blow, but it has it's desired effect.

“We’ll take a look tomorrow, stay the night to see if it's the lack of space that’s making him act out.” It’s a reluctant yes, but she’ll take it.

They left early, right before the shop opened downstairs and people became suspicious. Charlie is excited, wants his own room because he’ll be four soon.

If Thomas hadn’t had his ambition, they would’ve lived here or in any other house in Watery Lane. But Thomas wanted greater things and Eva could never love a man who’d waste his potential.

“I let Finn in charge---” he tells her as he ties her apron around her waist. This was the domestic side they’d lost once they moved into Arrow House, she sometimes missed it, but it wasn’t like they might be returning there anytime soon.

“They’ll eat him alive.” Eva shakes her head. “Pobrecito.”

“He’s turning eighteen in two months, it's time we stopped treating like a child.” He reminds her. “I know they won’t go easy on him, but I can’t shield him from everything anymore.”

Whatever she was going to say dies out in her tongue as they hear a gunshot two doors down ---Arthur and Linda lived much closer to her granny’s house than 6 Watery Lane.

“Arthur’s house.” she confirms.

“Stay with the children and don’t open the door to anyone who isn’t me.” he says running to his brother.

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When he comes back, he’s brought his brother and his wife, having foreseen it she’s had tea and coffee as well as breakfast. The morning sickness had ebbed enough for her to cook, but she knows she’ll be regretting it in a few minutes.

“Tom said you saw something bad happen because I killed Changretta.” Arthur sits and eats angrily, still skeptical about what’s so awful that Tommy couldn’t bring himself to tell him himself.

“Vincenzo or Audrey had a curse put on Luca, whoever kills him will lose a child, although my visons say a son for a son, but the cards have been showing me it means any child, boy or girl. They know I am a witch, they know Polly is one too, so I can guess they did it with every intention to make sure Luca could avenge his family even after death.” she explains, pouring the tea as if she didn’t want to fall apart at the thought of letting Bonnie Gold die for their sins.

“I wouldn’t put it past you to let an innocent boy die for what you did,” Linda says venomously and Thomas pretends it didn’t sting. “Poor Bonnie Gold, to be the sacrificial lamb because you couldn't listen to your wife when she said no revenge.”

“We didn’t know about the curse until after Esme told us to hire Aberama Gold, Linda.” Eva remains calm, if she shouts like she wants to she’ll scare the children and whoever could be hearing them.

“What I did, Linda.” Arthur slams his fist on the table, startling Billy. “Tommy wanted to torture him, but I shot the old man.”

Well, this doesn’t help. Eva had not known any of this had happened while she convalesced at home. They were going to have to talk about this later, she tells him so with a look.

“It was a mercy kill, Linda, it was me who wanted the bastard dead and Arthur stopped me from drawing it out for what happened.” Thomas defends his brother, the man could have a heart as cold and hard as diamond, but he always defended his family.

“But I still shot him, and its why I know I am next.” and it is true, but just like John, Eva won’t let it happen.

“Even so, if you kill Luca, Billy and Linda die sometime after Billy’s fourth birthday." Eva pauses as Arthur sobers up, Linda gasps and clutches to her baby boy.

“If Tom kills him, Diane dies before her seventh birthday---” Eva sees her girl coughing up blood in the near future. “She dies of consumption, I’ve seen it.”

Thomas’ grip on the back of the chair turns bone white and for a moment, Eva thinks he will crumble like marzipan or fall like a block of ice. Because Greta died of that, and what else would hurt Tommy more than having his daughter die that way too.

“Now Eva knows a person with no children who could take the job, but even then, the deal with Gold can’t be broken without it having serious consequences.” Tommy ---now fully aware of the Curse--- continues where she left off.

“So, Bonnie Gold dies because of fucking tradition?” nothing angers Linda more than a child suffering for the sins of their parents. She suffered much at the hands of her drunken father and her mother who did too little too late.

“She is already mediating between us and the many people who are willing to pay good money for Luca’s head, and since her interests align with ours, it won’t be much of an issue for her to do it.” Eva suggests. “I can hire her. Since Tom made the contract with Aberama and I’m hiring her separately, it doesn’t break any rules. ”

“I’ll hire her myself if it means no children will have to pay for their fathers’ sins.” Linda says full of conviction. It was that sort of conviction that made her great at her job at the institute.

“Hire her, tradition can go fuck itself.” for the first time in days, Arthur is thinking clearly and for the first time in ages, Arthur Shelby Jr takes a side against Tommy.

“Then its settled, Evie will give her friend a call and we will just have to make sure Gold doesn’t get him first.” Thomas relents, but acts as if that had been his plan all along. He doesn’t trust Florence, but he trusts her and as long as Eva has his trust, he will trust whoever she trusts.

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Notes:

Tati is roma for daddy and mami is Spanish for mommy.

Weile, weila,weile is an irish schoolyard song about a woman who kills her children.

El coco is the famous monster of the lullaby duermase niño, where essentially a parent claims el coco will come eat the kid if they don't sleep.

It can be safely inferred that Linda did not have a good home life from the way she mentions her mother's advice and that Lizzie comments that Polly said Linda would turn into her mother.

#between the shadow and the soul #thomas shelby x oc #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #thomas shelby imagine #oc fanfiction #tommy shelby fanfic #thomas shelby #peaky blinder fanfic #ocappreciation

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freshstartfromscratch · 3 years ago

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A.S.S.A.S.S.I.N.S - Snitch - teaser

Have I ever mentioned that I have zero control? Anyways I’m writing Roommates AU Oneshot. I’m not sure if I’ll write the whole fanfiction for this AU, but I decided to post a teaser for the story I’m working on. I hope that at least some of you will enjoy it.

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Jacob was staring intensively into his steaming mug of tea while pondering over the last mission's events. The longer he thought about it, the more he hated this idea. Nevertheless, the clues so far were pointing in one direction. They had a Templar spy among them.

True, there weren't many clues so far, but the thought of one of them being a traitor was keeping him awake at night. It has been a few months since he moved into the Brotherhood apartment, close to one year. So the idea that one of those people with whom he had laughed, cried, partied, and, most important, lived after moving out of London was a traitor affected him more than he would like to admit. He built a life here, a home. For the first time since parting his ways with Evie, he felt like a part of something bigger. Those guys were his family, and he would get to the bottom of this, for everyone's sake.

He looked up from his mug and took a sip of the beverage while looking around the kitchen. It was early in the morning. August sun was shining through the window in the living room and illuminating the kitchen table. Jacob usually would sleep at that time of the day, so he had a unique opportunity to observe the morning routine in the apartment. He could hear Ezio showering, his unmistakable baritone echoing through the paper-thin walls of their place. Jacob cringed a bit. He didn't speak Italian, but he could tell that his roommate was a lousy singer. He looked at the microwave and checked the time. It was 6 AM. Way too early to be up and awake. He could hear Connor closing the door after leaving for the park as it was his turn to take Tatch out for a walk.

Jacob smelled fried eggs. Maria was making breakfast for Altaïr and herself, as her lover should be back from his morning training soon. Jacob observed her for a moment. Maria was dressed in her smart formal and ready for the office. She did her dark brown hair in a perfect bun with a braided crown, and her make-up was flawless. Maria radiated the office professionalism, a demeanor that reminded Jacob of his twin sister. However, the longer Jacob looked at Maria, the more details he noticed. Like the wide smile, joyous mood, and an unusual choice to wear a neckerchief in Summer. Jacob sent a knowing look to Arno sitting across the table. The French assassin was struggling with his breakfast. The last mission went south, but fortunately, it ended only with a broken arm. Arno could have died that day. The Frenchman stopped his attempts at pouring coffee with his right hand and finally caught the glance of his friend. It took him a second to caught up to the thought process of his roommate. He grinned, looked at Maria, and asked her:

-"Maria, could you help me with the coffee pot? Since Jacob usually sleeps at this time of the day, I don't trust him with the steaming liquid near my skin."

Maria turned to the younger man and poured some coffee into his mug. Arno noticed some bruises on her wrists, peaking from under the sleeve of her jacket. He looked up and could swear that he saw a purple mark on her neck under the neckerchief. His smile grew even wider. Arno looked into Maria's eyes and said:

-"Mon Dieu Marie! What happened to you? Did you get yourself in a fight?"

-"Yes indeed. It was a real struggle, but you should have seen the other guy!" responded Maria.

Before the British-French exchange could get any more sarcastic, the four people in the kitchen heard the loud panting of the new person in the room. Jacob didn't have to look up to know who it was.

-"Hi, the other guy. How was your training?" asked Jacob.

Altaïr raised his brow at the scene but didn't ask any questions. He threw a quick answer to Jacob and gave his girlfriend a "do I want to know?" look. Maria shook her head, walked to her lover and gave him a small kiss. The moment of affection lasted only a few seconds. The English woman moved away before her covered in sweat lover had a chance to hug her and ruin her ready-for-work look and smell. Altaïr sat down and poured himself some coffee, and his love put a plate full of breakfast in front of him. He smiled at her gratefully, she didn't have to do this, but he always melted inside when his love did anything for him. Maria looked at her watch and exclaimed loudly. She was almost late for her job. With a quick kiss on the cheek, she said goodbye to her boyfriend and asked Jacob to lock the door after her.

The Englishman got up from his chair to fulfill the request and noticed something little shining on the floor. It looked like a piece of jewelry.

-"Maria probably dropped it while leaving." he thought and picked the ring from the floor.

Jacob looked at the tiny ring in his hand and instantly froze in his spot in panic. He couldn't believe his eyes, but the item was taunting him with its decoration. The ring in his hand had the Templar Cross on it. Jacob found the proof of the Templar spy among them. The longer he thought about it, the more it made sense. She was close enough to learn about their moves and mission plans. She almost lived here and had access to Altaïr's room without raising any suspicion. She knew their personalities. She knew that Arno was left-handed, which explains why the enemy had been expecting the hidden blade to strike from the right and why they purposefully had broken the Frenchman left arm. The bruises on her wrists and neck and why she didn't move in with Altaïr now made sense. He found his snitch.

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labyrinth-runner · 4 years ago

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No Lodging to Pay

Just a fluffy comfort fic. You can picture whatever SWs Jedi guy you want, probably. Tagging @all-hallows-evie

It had been a long day. Possibly one of the longest you’d had in a while. The last time you’d stayed up this late was when you were trying to push a bill through the Senate. Just like then, you’d worked through the night, off and on to try and make a dent in the mountain of work you had to do. Years later, you were still trying to prove to yourself that you could do it all yourself, that you weren’t just a useless princess who let everyone else run her planet. But the truth was that you couldn’t, not this time. Not in the timespan you were given, anyway. Manual labor wasn’t beneath you, but it still took a lot out of you. Yet, your people were out there and they needed you. That thought wasn’t lost on you.

You woke up early the next day to try and pick up where you’d left off, but it was almost as if all your work was lost. Well, not all of it, but a majority of it had been undone by the relentless storm. Your arms were tired and your back was tight from the manual labor. The early morning sun glistened off the snow, casting everything around you in a blinding white light. Your face was battered with piercingly cold snowflakes, and your sweaty hair was starting to freeze, but you were going to keep at it. You had to clear off your ship so that they could fly off this snow ball. With all the snow on it now, it wouldn’t lift off the ground. Not to mention, you had to carve out a path through the snow dunes so that they could reach you if any of your people decided to come to you instead of waiting for you to find them.

You had to admit, though, that your little emergency shovel was not enough to get it all done.

You’d been out there for hours, but it wasn’t enough. The grumbling from your abdomen reminded you that you hadn’t eaten yet. With nothing to fuel you, you were burning energy you simply didn’t have. After another hour, you went back into your ship to eat.

The rations bar was slightly stale, but you were hoping it would be enough to hold you over when you went back out. Later.

You would go back out later.

Right now, you needed to heal your aches the best you could. After all, you were no Jedi. You were just a diplomat who had her convoy attacked, sending your protector and your people scattered across this planet. You’d used your diplomatic skills to commander another ship to go back and pick them all up when you had to land due to the storm. Casting a glance at the beacon you’d ignited, you noticed it was still working.

Good, you thought as you stretched out across the booth in the lounge. You leaned back against the seat, slowly blinking your eyes. Later, you sleepily promised yourself, I’ll go back out later.

His eyes scanned the horizon as he trudged up the ridge. Every once in a while, he checked the comm on his wrist to make sure he was heading in the right direction.

As he crested the top, he saw the ship in the distance. Snow still covered half the small freighter, and the side that was cleared was steadily being recovered. Still, a small smile crossed his lips at the thought that he had found you.

Pulling from the force, the handsome Jedi found a second wind that carried him towards the ship. With a casual wave of his hand he cleared the ship. It was effortless for him, but he could only imagine how hard it had been for you. A sense of pride in your workmanship came over him, and even more respect than he already had. Strong and capable, he thought to himself, that’s something I wish more people would realize about her.

Unlocking the ramp sent a rush of warm air over him. For the first time in days, he didn’t see his breath when he exhaled. He toed his shoes on the metal plate to dislodge the snow in the treads of his boots and built up around his ankles before entering the ship and closing the door behind him. For a moment, he just stood in the warmth. It was real, and not at all like the warmth he had found in the force to keep himself going these last few days.

Next, he shed the emergency snow jacket, deciding to trade it out for the cloak he had placed in the emergency pack, having wanted to make sure that he wasn’t slowed down by the cloak flapping in the breeze or weighed down by the fabric when it inevitably got wet from the snow.

Back to his old self, he started to walk through the ship towards the cockpit. Halfway through the ship, he came upon you nestled in your makeshift bed.

A look of tenderness settled on his features as he gently caressed your cheek. You shivered at the coldness of his hand and he frowned. Gently, he took off his robe and laid it over you, tucking it around you.

“Sleep well, Princess,” he murmured, “You’ve earned it.”

Reflexively, you pulled the cloak up to your chin and turned in the booth, resting your cheek against the back.

He smiled before continuing onto the cockpit.

When you woke up later, fabric was bunched in your fists. It smelled familiar. A smile flitted across your face as you recognized who it belonged to. My Jedi Protector, you thought happily. You pulled the cloak on over your clothes and moved towards the cockpit to confirm your suspicions.

“Sleep well?” he asked with a teasing smile.

“You could have woken me,” you murmured as you settled into the co-pilot’s seat. The white expanse of snow blew by. Every once in a while, lazy snowflakes hit the viewport.

“You needed it,” he replied, turning towards a village of pods on the horizon. “I saw all the work you did.”

“I’m sure it only took you a second to finish what I started,” you said with a small hint of bite in your voice.

“You have talents that I don’t, as I have talents that you lack. We’re not all made equal, but we’re made for the lives we’re meant to lead,” he murmured with a slight sadness in his voice, and perhaps regret.

“Very wise,” you said with a smile.

He turned to take you in, eyes alight with interest as they scanned you. “That looks good on you.”

“Then perhaps I shall keep it,” you winked.

A slight blush coated his cheeks, “It would definitely be a fashion statement.”

“You know how I love to turn heads,” you replied as he landed outside the group of pods.

“Oh, I know,” he chuckled as he went to help you rescue the rest of your people.

#obi-wan x reader #Anakin Skywalker x Reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #kit fisto x reader #qui-gon jinn x reader #jedi x reader

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Part 9 - Harriet Hook

Harriet's look:

A/n: GRAPHIC CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER, BEGINNING AND END OF CONTENT MARKED BY AUTHOR NOTES

Ten panic-filled minutes later, you, Gil, Jay, and Harriet had arrived back at the hideout. Jay quickly unlocked the door and sprinted up the steps, you and Gil paused at the bottom as Harriet stopped and leaned against one of the supports. “Aren’t you going to come up?” Gil asked, tilting his head.

You glanced between the two nervously, wanting to get up to the hideout and tell the rest about Harry as soon as possible. Harriet shook her head “nah, I ain't steppin’ foot in a place with all those traitors” she eyed you and Gil for a moment before looking away “I’ll be down here”

You and Gil shared a look and you shook your head “we’ll be back down as soon as possible” you told her, frowning as she didn’t respond.

You brushed it off and ran up the staircase, Gil close behind. You burst into the hideout and turned the corner, the core four were crowded around the couch, their forms tense and nervous “Harry-“ you started, but Mal quickly interrupted you

“Harry hasn’t talked to Uma went” Her eyes were wide with stress “ and Uma wants the wand” you stopped, staring directly into her eyes. You waved your hands around trying to process the first part of her sentence.

“I know the second part but what was the first?!” you could feel your chest tighten as Mal repeated and confirmed what you, Gil, and Jay had thought earlier.

Harry had never talked to Uma, and he had left his apartment over two hours ago to do so. “Harry wasn’t at his apartment” Gil took over, holding onto your shoulders as your breath intake increased worryingly. “and Harriet said he left to talk to Uma over two hours ago, so-“

The core four interrupted, their eyes wide and faces pale “Harry’s missing” Evie paced around the room, wringing her hands together as she muttered something.

Mal held her hands in her head “what are we going to do?! Uma wants the wand and Harry is missing!? And no one knows where he is?!”

“We ran into Harriet at Harry's apartment” Jay spoke up, watching as Gil pulled you into a tight hug “She's going to help (y/n) and Gil look for him with her crew” Mal nodded.

“Okay, so you three will take care of that, the rest of us will brainstorm on what do to with the wand” you groaned, pulling away from Gil's chest and deciding to just get it over with. You already knew how that ended anyway.

“Carlos make a wand with your 3D printer, Evie make smoke bombs, grab Dude, who I still don’t know how he talks-” Carlos gave a sheepish smile.

“Uh, I found some gummies in the girl's room, and I took a couple to try, but when I tried to eat one dude had it and then he could…talk” Evie glanced at him, her pacing finally ceasing.

“Wait were they red and heart-shaped?” Carlos nodded, making Evie sigh in disappointment “those were my practice truth potion gummies, Carlos what have I told you about eating random candy off my desk?”

“Don’t eat it unless you tell me to because it might be a potion?” Carlos guessed, shrugging as Evie raised her brow at him “Sorry, but anyway, what does Dude have to do with the wand plan?”

You sighed “Dude can talk due to non-bad intentioned magic right? So, it should keep going behind the barrier, so when Uma asks for Mal to test it, you can trick her by pretending to spell Dude to talk” Carlos raised his brows before it hit him. “Oohh this is what we did in your world's movie right?” you nodded.

“Yep, except Harry and Gil were still on the isle and Harry was the one to kidnap Ben instead of that asshole” you muttered, “Okay back to it, get Lonnie because she’s a good fighter, and it’s possible Gil and I won't be there for the fight so let her come when she asks Jay.” Jay furrowed his brows but nodded. “Gil and I will try to be back with Harry before noon, but I don’t know when…or If we’re going to find him” you paused for a moment, biting your lip as you thought of never finding Harry on the isle and being forced to leave him behind. You shook your head, willing those thoughts away.

“That sounds like a good plan” Mal nodded at you, turning back to the other vks “okay Carlos, Jay, you head back and make that wand, grab Dude and Lonnie, and get back here no later than noon” they nodded, standing from the table and shrugging on their jacket “and guys?” you all stopped, watching Mal as she looked at you all “losing? Not an option…cause we’re rotten”

“To the core” you all called back, smiling as Mal winked at you and Gil. You all walked towards the stairs, the boys heading for the limo while Evie and Mal planned for the hair salon.

“Oh Mal” she turned to you, her brow raised “I love the hair” her eyes brightened and she combed her fingers through her straightened mid-toned purple locks.

“I know right!? Dizzy did it!” Evie gasped, reaching out and touching Mal's hair.

“Little dizzy shut up!” Mal and Evie started chattering away about the young vk. Jay and Carlos rolled their eyes at them and continued down the stairs, you and Gil close behind them.

You reached the bottom and mentally sighed in relief as you saw Harriet still waiting for you. Her bright blue eyes turned to yours and she leaned off the pillar “we ready?” she hummed, tilting her head as Carlos and Jay ran past her down the alley.

“ready, let's go” you nodded firmly, walking up to her and gesturing around “lead the way” Harriet watched you for a moment before pushing past you and walking towards the right of the hideout building, presumably towards her ship.

It was a quiet tense walk as Harriet speed-walked toward her ship, you and Gil glancing at each other in an attempt to telepathically talk as it seemed odd to talk outwardly at the moment. You suddenly stopped, tilting your head to the right as someone talking brushed past your ears. Something told you to listen in on the conversation.

You listened to that something. “oi, why’d you stop” Harriet growled, turning back to you and cocking her hip “we ain't got time to sightsee” you held your hand up, running towards the building to your right and quickly climbing up the side to the top “What is she a monkey?”

Gil shrugged and followed your lead, Harriet looked around with wide eyes, groaning a bit before following. The three of you sneaked across the top, the two pirates following your lead and laying down near the edge.

You peeked over, a light gasp escaping as you heard the two isle residents' conversation come clear. “did yeh hear?” one of the men asked the other, his black teeth peeking from his thin and crusted lips.

(a/n): WARNING, TALK OF RAPE AND ABUSE OF MINOR

“ ‘ear wha’?” the other gruffed, leaning against the wall and inhaling a cigarette.

“Hooks boy is back on the market~ Sent out one of his men to all his clients to say he’s free to take~” the man with the black teeth purred, cackling as the other man sputtered.

“What?....hehe” the man chuckled darkly, palming his trousers as he thought about his last encounter with Harry “oooh boy, I've missed that piece of ass for months now, think he’s tighter now?”

You’ve had enough, you let out a growl that made Harriet and Gil flinch, and stood on your feet, jumping from the edge of the building.

“oh definitely, think I get him to bleed ag-GAH?!” they jumped back as you suddenly landed in front of them, your eyes glaring into theirs “what the fuck-who are you?!”

(a/n): okay the talk of rape parts done; you may resume reading if you didn’t want to read that part, but also warning graphic depiction of violence

“Harry’s girl” you snapped, grinning as they realized what you meant.

“you-you’re the bitch that punched Maleficent” the man with the black teeth whimpered, squeaking as he hit the building wall.

You stood to your full height, drawing Harry's sword, grinning at the sound the blade made against the leather sheath. Harriet and Gil's jaws dropped as you stepped closer to the two men. “Now here’s what’s going to happen.” you purred, taking delight in how the two shivered in fear. “One of you will be used as an example for what happens to those who even think about touching Harry, the other, will tell everyone else what happened to his friend as a warning to those who still think that they can hurt Harry and get away with it” you tilted your head as the man with black teeth suddenly got the courage to rush at you, a knife swinging through the air “Seems we have a volunteer~” you stepped to the side, his knife missing you by a good foot. You raised your right knee, slamming it into his sternum and twisting on your heel, using your momentum and kicking his knees in.

He flopped to the ground, his chin hitting it with a loud crack, blood already spilling from his lips. The other man tried to run, but Gil jumped from the building and landed in front of him, grabbing the mad and trapping him. He forced his head around to look at you and the other man. “Thank you, Gil, now” you flipped Harry's sword and gave a sharp grin to the whimpering man under your boot. “Let’s see you touch Harry when you don’t even have hands~” the man’s eyes widened and he screamed before he was silenced by Harriet’s boot.

“Quiet filth” she snapped, grinning as you flipped Harry's sword again “No one talks about my brother like that and gets away with it”

You swung down, thankful that Harry regularly sharpened his sword as the blade sliced clean through the lower half of the man’s arm. The man tried to scream as his arm was severed off, but choked on his own spit as you repeated the process with his other arm.

The man Gil was holding tried to scream but was unable to even take a breath in as Gil tightened his grip around his chest, cutting off his air. Gil closed his eyes and faced away from the gruesome torture of the man beneath you, but kept the man in his arms facing front and center.

People like them needed to learn a lesson.

A/N: End of graphic depiction of violence!

Gil watched as the two men hobbled/ran off somewhere, their whimpers of fear and pain echoing in the street. You cleaned Harry’s sword on a nearby tarp and sheathed it, glancing up with a raised brow as Harriet stared at you “What?” you hummed, crossing your arms. Harriet looked away and nodded at Gil.

“let's go, we’re burning time” she led you and Gil back between the alleys and onto the docks, her ship just in sight.

“Harriet!!!” you turned, blinking in surprise as a teen came running up behind you, his red beanie almost falling off from how fast he was running “Harriet! I’ve been looking all over for you!” he slid to a stop before the taller girl, leaning over and panting. “My dad was looking for you, said it was really important that you see him as soon as possible” Harriet furrowed her brows.

“Well, we were heading back now, so come on” The teen raised his brow, looking up to see you and Gil staring at them.

“Hey isn’t that-“ he pointed at you, about to ask something when Harriet grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pushed him forward “Gah!”

“We can talk about them later Sammy, we need to get back to the ship now and plan, dad has Harry” Sammy stopped, his eyes widening in horror. He bolted off towards the ship with another glare from Harriet.

She sighed and turned towards you before nodding her head towards the ship and continuing to speed-walk to it. You and Gil nodded to each other and followed her.

As you got to the gangplank leading to the main deck, you could see a whole gaggle of pirate teens and young adults, all looking over at the three of you climbing onto the ship “Oi!” Harriet barked, their attention snapping over to her “Where’s Smee?!” they pointed over to the other end of the ship, where presumably her quarters were. She nodded and gestured for the two of you to follow.

You kept close behind and watched as she pushed open the door and call out for Smee “Uncle Smee! You needed to talk-woah!” the old man rushed up to Harriet, grabbing onto her jacket.

“Oh, dear! It's bad it's very bad! You-your father, he has Harry!” Harriet stopped, oh god how she had wished for the two men jeering at her brother to be only based on rumors, but with her pseudo uncle's words, it was all too true that her baby brother was under the grasp of their tyrant father.

“Shit” she cursed, pulling away from Smee and running her hands through her messy hair. “This is bad, this is really-really bad! What are we going to do!? Dad will have him cooped up in the brig till one of his fucking clients decides they want him!”

“We-“ you interrupted her panic attack, her stressed blue eyes turning to you “are going to storm the ship and get Harry, that’s what we’re going to do” Harriet shook her head, crossing her arms.

“But dad’s crew, there's-” you rose your brow, stopping her from continuing.

“So what? How many members are there?” Harriet furrowed her brows, muttering off numbers and names in her head.

“I-I don’t-“ Harriet stuttered, gasping lightly as Smee placed a hand on her shoulder and turned to you.

“Nine my dear, not including me or the captain.” you smirked, just Harriet’s crew alone doubled James’.

“Then we can easily take ‘em” Harriet tilted her head in confusion “girl, do you realize how many members you have on your crew?” you gestured to the door, where her crew were waiting outside “I counted almost fifteen just from the gangplank, and I saw more than that, you have more than enough people on your side to take down your dad’s crew, plus me and Gil. we can and will easily get Harry back.” Smee and Harriet looked at you with wide eyes, slightly impressed by your determination “but I do have a question” you hummed, looking over to Smee, who tilted his head at you.

“Who turned Harry into James?” Smee's shoulders dropped and he looked to the floor.

“Davy Barbossa” a spark lit in your chest, anger burning through your limbs. That red-head that kidnapped ben then ran like a wimp when you threatened to gut him?

“I’ll kill that little coward.” you snapped, glaring down at your boots, the curve of Harry’s hook shining in your vision. You and Gil glanced at each other and nodded, turning back to Harriet “So what's the plan”

She smirked, turning to walk out the door “We gather the crew first”

You let out a breathy laugh and followed her onto the main deck, overlooking the crew as they stood at attention.

You felt Gil's hand clamp onto your shoulder and you looked up at him, giving a reassuring smile as he nodded at you.

You would save Harry from his dad.

Harry blearily opened his eyes as he heard the heavy steps of his father coming down to the brig he was trapped in. he closed his eyes again and laid his head on his arm, trying to avoid interacting with his dreadful father.

“Boy” he growled, Harry refused to even move, forcing his breath to stay calm as his dad slammed his hook on the bars “BOY! WAKE UP I SAY” Harry cursed himself as he flinched “I know you’re awake boy, GET UP” Harry forced himself to open his eyes and sit up, knowing if he continued to pretend to be asleep, it would be a worse punishment if he didn’t obey his father's demands. He avoided his father's eyes, continuing to look down at his hands.

“You’re lucky tonight boy, I was just notified that my client that was going to come tonight has postponed to tomorrow.” Harry let out a quiet sigh of relief “…tch” James turned and started to walk out of the brig, unamused by Harry's silence. “I wouldn’t expect your little Auradon brat to come after you, I suspect once she notices your absence she’ll celebrate” Harry let out a low snarl, making James turn with a crooked brow “Ah, some liveliness I see”

“She’ll murder yeh when she knows yeh have meh” Harry snarled, grinning at the look on his father's face as his eyes flashed red “She’ll paint the isle red with yer blood and use yer intestines as garland!”

James' eyes flashed red, and he took a step toward Harry before one of the crew members, the cabin boy, ran down the brig stairs “CAPTAIN! NEWS!”

James rolled his eyes and turned, ignoring the seething Harry. “What is it?”

“One of your clients, his-his hands! And-and his-his...downstairs area, they’ve been chopped off! The mate that was with him said it was a warning to those who would even think about touching Harry!” James stared wide-eyed, slowly turning as he heard the growing giggles of his son.

He froze as he caught Harry's eyes, the ocean blue completely gone and consumed by a gleaming crimson “I told yeh~” he giggled, flopping onto his side and giving a sharp grin to his father “She’s gonna kill yeh~”

James stared at his son's maniac form as his laughter filled the brig “She’ll come fer meh, you’ll see, and yeh won't live ta see another day!”

James growled and slammed his hook against Harry's cell, his shoulders slumping a bit as Harry continued to laugh maniacally. He turned and stormed up the stairs, the cabin boy close behind.

“If that lass is on the isle, I want her killed!” James yelled, turning to the cabin boy and pointed his hook in his face “I WANT HER HEAD ON A STICK INFRONT OF HARRY’S CELL, SO I CAN REMIND HIM THAT I OWN HIM!”

“Yes-yes captain” the cabin boy muttered, his face pale as James stormed into his cabin and slammed the door behind him.

He sighed, slumping a bit “I do not get paid enough for this”

-End of part 9-

uuuuuuuuuuuuh yep, there it is, Harriet's been officially introduced and is gonna help save Harry along with her crew. The core four know what to do for the wand for Ben thing, and Harry is slipping into madness as he sits in his cold damp cell, luckily he holds onto the hope that you will be coming for him.

and yes i changed why Dude can talk, since Carlos isnt interested in Jane (cuz shes interested in Gil) i made the truth gummies into a test potion gummy Evie had made and was just lying around so Carlos took one (cuz in the first movie he was kinda like “ooh candy” well not completely, it was more background stuff so i wanted to keep that) and then Dude ate it. and i would like to remind those that Dude’s VA is now beast boy/Greg Cipes since that middle aged male one didn't fit him.

and yes, (y/n) is also kinda...off her rocker a bit, at least when it comes to Harry, I've tried to convey her as usually chill but if it involves harry, she will not hesitate on anything. oh yeah! and (y/n) finally knows who turned Harry in to James~ prepare for your ass kicking Davy.

anyway permtaglist!

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@musicarose @thecaptainsgingersnap

@descendantsobsessed @rintheemolion

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#disney descendants #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook #harry hook imagine #Descendents #descendants #captain hook #james hook #violence #talk of rape #TW #possible trigger warning #abuse

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littlemisswriter · 4 years ago

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Saving London - Part 2

Summary:

Now a Rook with a more structured calling to his life, Jacob finds himself delighted to be apart of the gang. Though his mind runs wild with opportunity as his ambitions tempt him to want more.

[I’m finally giving you the update you deserve! I want to make this a longer series because I have so much in store for this series! Posting more Jacob Frye content gives me so much life and I’m so excited to share it with you all! :)]

“You’ve got to be joking.” The monotone voice of his sister had come as nothing of a surprise to the newly found Rook.

“Oh, come on, Evie!” Jacob huffed, readjusting his cap as he looked onwards at his sister who sat with perfect posture at the small table. Her brows furrowed as she focused in on her activities of sewing up one of her dresses that was in dire need of a touch up. She hadn’t been too fond of the clothing yet saw no other option if she were to continue her day-to-day life without ridicule of the others. “It’s not as bad as all that!”

“You’re parading around the streets in a gang, Jacob. Tell me what part about that sounds remotely responsible.” A light huff then came as she pricked her finger, jaw clenching as she decided to lay off her efforts of the dress. It was too strenuous a task in the wrong mindset, especially with Jacob having been gloating about this new so-called gang he had found refuge in.

“I’m doing what is best for the city.”

“You’re being a bloody fool!” She stood abruptly, scraping the chair back against the hardened floor as her glare bore into the twin across from her. “I will not have my only brother run amuck of the city when he can barely put one foot in front of the other! This is dangerous, Jacob. We’re talking about the possibly of life or death. How can you not fathom that?” It seemed her lectures only came more often, and even from the pit of concern, Jacob could only bear so much from his twin. For once he wanted her to see things how he did, and the benefit of what joining the Rooks would do for London.

“You worry too much, dear sister.” He shook his head, glancing back at the door which he entered. “Anyways, I’m off.” She groaned, fists balling as she watched her sibling descend out of the room and towards the exit of the building. “Duty calls and I have a very important meeting to attend.” He opened the door, standing in the frame as he threw an empty grin. “Wish me luck!”

“Bloody halfwit.” Evie mumbled, hesitantly coming back to her seat as she regained her composure, while her brother had made haste through Southwark. It hadn’t of been the most welcoming of all boroughs at this time of night but knowing that a handful of his gang were awaiting his presence, it gave him confidence to continue through the dark streets.

The Duke of York pub had finally come into view after rounding the final corner, the sights and sounds of the liveliness from within already echoing down the street. He was eager to make way from his abode and indulge in a few drinks with pleasant company, though he also held a hint of doubt. His intent was more than just a few easy drinks on a night out, but a promotion in a sense.

The numbers to the gang were rising and he had yet to utter a word directly to its leader. It had been eating at him ever since he pulled the green jacket on for the first time. To be apart of something greater than himself was one thing, but to contribute in ways that truly mattered was another. He wanted proper training, combat skills, defense techniques… the lot. And by the way he had seen Lily hold herself in any sort of confrontation against the enemy gang had led him to believe that she was the one to train him towards his ambitions.

But the question was… would she find interest in training another mere Rook? A lump came up in his throat as he forcefully swallowed it down again. He just wanted more than what life had offered him, and perhaps with a push in the right direction, he could become so much more than he imagined.

Entering into the bright lights of the pub had him hold a hand over his eyes; the darkness outside in the streets a complete contrast to the environment inside. The music and chatter were louder than ever, a crowded atmosphere with more than half of it being Rooks had him physically relax. He was safe, now surrounded by those he was familiar with.

A few Rooks made use of their night by swinging themselves around the open floor, mostly too intoxicated to properly watch their footing or those around them. A handful gathered around the piano singing away any worries with sloshing drinks in each hand. Some stood chatting behind the bar while most had a seat on the tables surrounding. It was a sight to behold, and a few rough pats on the back in acknowledgement to his green colors had Jacob smile.

He came to the bar, turning to lean back on it while his eyes searched the perimeter. His sights sought out the woman that had brought all these people together, a confident leader which aspired others to fight for what was right. And the mere memory of her youthful appearance had Jacob’s fists ball subconsciously as his gaze darted around.

“Lookin’ for someone?” His head turned to the woman leant next to him, a pint in her hand and cool grin plastered to her lips.

“Ah, yes actually.” He cleared his throat and stood tall once more. “I’m looking for Miss Harvard.” There hadn’t been an immediate response but rather a slow chug to finish her drink before slamming back on the counter behind them. Jacob’s brow raised as he watched the woman wipe her mouth with the back of her hand before sticking it out in use of a greeting.

“Name’s Belle.” His eyes flickered between her own and her hand before exchanging a firm shake.

“Jacob.” A nod. She had obviously been sizing up the young lad, sights set from his feet up to his cap with a devilish glint in her eye. It hadn’t of made Jacob uncomfortable per se, but rather eager to find his leader before he lost an opportunity.

“You’re quite young. Fit too. We need more like you in this gang.” She pulled wider to the corner of her lips, exposing a toothy grin before flicking hair from her face and simply nodding over her left shoulder. “Boss is over there, and quite entertained she is.” Jacob followed her line, finally setting eyes on the woman sitting at the back corner of the pub. Her feet crossed over the edge of the table as a pint sat comfortably in her lap. Once again was her hood down, allowing her locks to sit around her shoulders.

Jacob couldn’t help but swallow the lump in his throat as how withheld she appeared. She looked like a leader, one that would ravage anyone that put a hand on her Rooks. And against all the rough and ready Blighters splayed throughout each burrow, she was exactly what London needed.

“If you wanna talk to her, go right ahead.” Belle paid for another pint as she leant off the counter, eventually grabbing her drink and smirking down at the young man. “But try opening with somethin witty and clever.” Jacob locked eyes with Belle once more. “She’s a hard woman to impress.” A wink was all he was left with as Belle left him alone at the bar.

“Well,” he muttered, watching Lily down more of her drink, a smirk subtly spread across her lips as she listened in on the conversation, “thanks for the vote of confidence.”

The Rooks around her had been passionately stuck in a card game, voices rising, and money exchanged in a competitive manner. She had simply sat back to watch her members indulge in a bit of gambling; a nice turn of events in celebration to just having reclaimed another stronghold in Southwark. Her gang was expanding and growing in size which aided her cause to bring down Crawford Starrick. The man had been nothing but a heavy weight over the city, and the people in it suffered terribly from the oppression.

It had to stop.

“You’re a bloody cheat, you are!” The large brute beside her, Travis, threw his cards down onto the table as he pointed over at the man across him, Pete. With his own hat and moustache adorning his nimbler features in comparison, he laughed at his friend as he took his money.

“You’ve a large head with nothing inside it!” Lily had laughed, taking another swing at her drink as her eyes cast over the pub. It was lively and loud, the people in it seeming to have been enjoying themselves after a genuinely long time.

Though the sudden movement of a Rook caught her eye, brow arching as she watched a young man slick back his hair under his cap and maneuver through those around him. He appeared to be making his way towards her which in turn had sparked her curiosity. He was easy on the eyes and held himself rather well, though seemed unfamiliar. He must have been new.

Jacob bravely came to the edge of the table, hands tensely by his sides as he lifted his sights to the very person that had made this event possible. His voice catching in his throat to see she was already looking at him, eyes slipping up along him as if to size him up. A lump caught in his throat once more as he did his best to ignore it, fingers rubbing against each other in nerves in contrast to how relaxed Lily had been.

His throat cleared catching momentary attention from those around the table. Travis took a gander at his before serving out another round of cards. “Yes, boy?” Lily looked between the brute back to Jacob, waiting to see how he would respond. He was out of his element, yet here he was.

“I uh,” he ran a hand down the side of his pants, clearing any sweat as he made memory back to Belle’s words. Witty and clever. “I wanted to introduce myself. Properly.” Not so much witty and clever as he had hoped, but upfront and honest which had to count for something. “I’m Jacob, Jacob Frye.”

“You a new recruit?” Pete had asked, looking beside him to get a glance at the man. Though he hadn’t appeared to take interest, eyes flickering back down to his cards as he threw coins into the center of the table.

“Yes, saved from my factory job down by Waterloo station.” Recalling which factory that had been, Lily bounced her brows with a shake of her head, throwing back the rest of her drink as she internally sighed. She was all for new recruits and leaving a good mark with them yet had somehow been waiting for a spark of some kind to flare. Greenie had been the only other assassin there to offer her any real company, but he was too pure; his mission set on finding the precursor artefact and allowing Lily to do all the field work. She wouldn’t have minded a little spice to her daily life.

“Well, you wanna play then, kid?” Another woman adorning green asked, looking between him and the free seat beside her. Jacob took a moment to glance between the offer and back to Lily shyly, watching as she sighed and pushed to her feet. And in that moment, he couldn’t contemplate what it was or why his brain snapped the way it had. But he felt his opportunity slipping and spoke without thinking.

“No, I’d rather buy the boss a drink.” The blurting had all movement stop. All eyes finally turned to him, most surprised and some with hidden smirks. Travis could only quietly chuckle to himself as he looked over to Lily, the woman’s interest having peaked as she stood tall, laying eyes on her Rook properly for the first time.

A spark. A bold use of words that had definitely drawn her attention. Jacob couldn’t believe what he had said, but bit back any fear and kept strong his stare. There was no taking back those words now, so why not simply own them?

Lily then chuckled, slowly making her way round the table to come before him. Watching her walk so casually had his fists ball as his cheeks began to burn. Now she stood before him, a short distance from each other as she simply tipped a grin at the man. He had her full attention, and a flare which she was willing to explore.

“I accept.”

She led them to the bar, others seeming to part for the woman as she stood side by side with Jacob. His hand ran through his hair again, lifting his hat merely to do so before returning it snuggly on his head once more. He actually had her by his side and couldn’t even think on where to begin in conversation.

“Two pints please,” Lily grabbed the bartender’s attention, turning to face her usual grin at Jacob, “on my Rook.” With a nod, their drinks were fetched as Lily slowly turned to face Jacob. Having a good look at her attire for the first time made his breath withdraw. It was a suit of armor, no doubt. Costing more than most at how intricate the patterns along her robes had been. A mix of red, dark grey, and black sewn precisely from top to bottom. Her coat covering most but seeming to accentuate her hourglass figure. A belt wrapped multiple time around her lower torso carried more than enough weapons to threaten any man.

Jacob was impressed and absolutely enamored to say the least.

“So… Jacob Frye, was it?” She teased his name on her tongue for the first time, satisfied with the quick nod that came from him. “How are you finding yourself settling into the gang?” The drinks were pushed between them, Lily watching as Jacob pulled a few coins from pocket and pushing it back across to the barkeep. The older man nodded before moving along.

“It’s thrilling,” he dryly laughed, seemed now caught up in every new aspect of his life. “I have the freedom to roam the borough. Not stress about money and putting food on the table. And,” he shrugged, straining a grin behind the mug lifted to his lips. It had Lily curious as to why he hid such an action, “I like the fights.” He had audibly quietening, as if relaying a secret he shouldn’t know. He knew it was a topic he couldn’t speak so freely about without receiving a lecture or a whack on the back of the head.

“There’s no shame in a little combat.” Lily turned, leaning onto the corner as he had had, almost mirroring him as she looked at her drink. Jacob turned to look at her, eyes openly laying to her features as she took her first sip. “Besides, you’re a Rook now. I would expect you to get into mischief every now and then.” She pointed her finger teasingly at him. “But not too much trouble, or Freddy will gut me alive!” Jacob hadn’t known who this Freddy was, but laughed along anyway as the humorous manner.

“Well, I’m glad you think so. Because,” he clutched tighter to his drink while subconsciously rubbing a hand to the back of his neck, “I wanna train. Under you.” Her eyes widened slightly at his forward motion, internally reassuring himself as he went on. “I’ve seen what you can do. What you’ve accomplished, and I want to do more.” Lily threw back her drink this time as he went on. “Being in this gang has given me a purpose to do right by the people. And now that I have the opportunity to explore this avenue, I wish to do it.”

His eagerness had been taken well; Lily unable to help her large grin at how willing her Rooks were to aid her cause.

“Your enthusiasm is delightful, Jacob. And most welcome.” She stood tall, leaning sideways on the counter as her hand perched on her hip. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll train you,” his own smile suddenly broadening as excitement shot through him. He stood straight, meeting his boss eye to eye intently as she went on, “and in exchange I’ll need you to do some running around for me when I’m not here. There is a lot of work to do, and I will no doubt need help seeing as I cannot be everywhere at once. Even though I practically am.”

The glint in his eyes at the new thrilling opportunity hadn’t gone unnoticed as Lily fed into all reactions he was giving her. There was strength, drive in this Rook, and she was happy to follow through and see how far this rabbit was willing to jump down the hole.

“If you do this for me and apply the training I give you, then I’m sure we can find more suitable tasks for you.” This was it. His leap of faith had served in his favor. “So… do we have a deal?” Her brow perked as he nodded eagerly, lifting his mug up to clink her.

“Yes we do, boss.” Lily took hold of her drink and the pair knocked them into each other before throwing back their contents. The use of her rank had only complimented her ego, Jacob feeding into it as she had personally agreed to train his growth in hand to hand combat. He always had an interest but never an opportunity nor the right mentor. But it appears that fate had something in store for him.

“Meet me here in three days, around noon I would assume. We’ll start your training then.”

Let the fun begin.

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xofanfics · 5 years ago

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String - Part III

Prologue | Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Genre: angst, fluff, suggestive themes

Pairing: Baekhyun x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You find yourself in a friends-with-benefits situation with your best friend. You have no business falling for him, but your heart begs to differ.

Eight months had gone by since Baekhyun had seen Kira last. They’d been seeing each other the previous semester but then she got accepted to study abroad, putting their short term situationship to an end. Baekhyun liked her and she liked him; that was clear back then. The timing wasn’t right and Baekhyun had had hopes that they’d start seeing each other again once she got back. While she was in Italy, they’d texted some until their communications were reduced to comments on each others’ social media stories.

Baekhyun had been a bit jealous when he noticed a recurring man in her photos. He kept the details to himself but he did complain about his love life to you. She’d forgotten all about him, clearly and it bummed him out. The two of you had been up late watching tv and complaining about your love lives. He said, “This dating thing sucks, Y/N…”

And you’d said, “It does but complaining at two in the morning isn’t going to help you.”

And he realized you were right. A few days later, he decided to take control of his love life. “I know we’re still a little drunk but I wanna make you feel good. What do you think?” He didn’t know what came over him at the time. Some of it was the liquor and the rest of it was because he was tired of thinking about the girl he couldn’t even have. He thought, Why not have sex with someone I actually have a chance with?

Kira returned to the table, two donuts stuffed with ice cream in her hands. Baekhyun smiled as she handed it to him. “I told you I’d buy you ice cream when I came back,” she said. “Do you still come here?”

Baekhyun shook his head and took a bite. “I haven’t been here since the last time we came.”

Kira took a bite out of hers. Baekhyun couldn’t believe he was looking at her. He took in her beautiful face. Kira was never one to wear much makeup. He noticed that for the most part, she only wore mascara on her long lashes and lipstick on her full, plump lips. She got a tan while she was in Italy he noticed, her skin a golden brown. He didn’t take his eyes off of her during that first bite. The feelings that he had before came rushing back to him the moment their eyes met.

They stayed in the ice cream shop for an hour or two, just catching up and filling each other in on their lives. Kira had a lot to talk about and Baekhyun never got bored. Around eight, they got hungry for real food and ended up eating Italian food at a place called San Marzano. It was one of Baekhyun’s favorite places in the city because it was cheap and because the staff filled people’s wine glasses to the point where they could actually get drunk off of wine.

They ended up waiting around forty minutes but it was a nice evening and Kira didn’t seem to mind it, so they walked around East Village until it was time to make their way back to the restaurant. He and Kira had been on a few dates before but this seemed different. For some reason things felt more raw, more authentic. He felt so alive and in the moment. All he saw and could focus on was Kira. He watched her as she talked. He watched the way her lips moved and the way the corners would turn up into a smile every so often. He listened to the sound of her voice and how it was sweet, honey wrapped around her pretty little vocal cords. He watched her as she drank from her wine glass and how the lipstick she just applied got all over the rim of the glass. He watched as she ate her pasta and the sound of pure pleasure she made at the taste.

Baekhyun was on his second glass of Chardonnay when he felt like his heart was going to burst. Suddenly, he said, “I missed you…”

Though Baekhyun didn’t expect to hear this, she said, “I missed you, too.”

Feeling a little bold, he said, “Is it too late to pick up where we left off?” * The week seemed to drag on. You hadn’t been able to get Baekhyun alone for the past week. The times you’d seen him was when you were with your friends but you wanted to get him alone so that you could talk about your relationship. On Friday, you decided to text him as your shift ended. No one had made any plans of going out tonight so you figured the chances of him being free were higher.

[3:04PM] Hey, can we talk?

Baekhyun [3:32PM] What’s up?

[3:35PM] Are you free tonight?

Baekhyun [3:41PM] I’m going to dinner tonight. You’re still coming to brunch tomorrow though, right?

[3:43 PM] Yeah

Baekhyun [3:45PM] Let’s talk tomorrow then

You weren’t quite satisfied with talking to him tomorrow, being that Evie’s words were still haunting you a week later. Hell, even Sehun’s words were making you feel insecure. You still heard his voice clearly in your head. Kind of? You don’t seem too sure.

You wanted to talk to Baekhyun about where you stood as soon as possible but tomorrow would have to do. Plus, you’d both get drunk and probably end up having sex before the day was over. The thought of having sex with Baekhyun put you in a better mood. It’d been about a week and a half since the last time but you found yourself craving it more than usual. You hadn’t seen him as much since he’d been back and that was understandable, with work and school and everything. * You made it a point to do your makeup and hair in the morning. You put on the black thong that you wore the first time you had sex. You recalled the memory, like it was yesterday. You thought about the way he held you, the way he called your name, and how wild and unexpected it had been. It had been a while since you’d had a spontaneous moment with him.

When you were finished, you looked at yourself in the mirror and were proud of your look. Your lips had a slight tint of pink and your winged eyeliner was something that even the gods couldn’t duplicate. Not to mention that your eyelashes went on without a fuss! You wore a floral dress that flowed with the wind. It showed just enough cleavage to get a man’s attention but not enough to get him hard at the dinner table. You covered up with a jean jacket and grabbed your shoulder bag before heading out.

As you waited for the L train, Sehun crossed your mind. You felt bad about not texting him but you’d explained your reason to him. He didn’t need more than that. Hell, he was a good looking guy; you were sure he’d find someone. It just wouldn’t be you. Your heart was set on Baekhyun and Baekhyun only.

By the time you got to the restaurant, Baekhyun hadn’t arrived yet. You couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed; you wanted him to watch as you made your entrance into the restaurant and toward your table. Maybe it was a bit dramatic. You made your way to the back of the restaurant and greeted your friends.

“God, you look so fucking gorgeous,” said Sadie.

You smiled. “Thanks Sadie.”

Daren winked. “Fine as fuck.”

“Thanks guys,” you said, nearly blushing.

The group ordered the first round of drinks, keeping Baekhyun’s arrival in mind. And like clockwork, Baekhyun showed up and headed toward the table. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, taking his seat across from you.

“Lucky for you we just ordered a pitcher to start us off,” you said.

He chuckled. “Do you have a fashion show to go to after this?”

“Maybe…”

Baekhyun was always so playful, so flirty. He’d always been like this: flirting, making dirty jokes, and so on. He’d been like this even before that night the two of you crossed the line and had sex. Not much had changed other than the fact that you and Baekhyun occasionally would end up in each other’s beds for reasons beyond cuddling.

During brunch, you kept checking the time and were starting to get a little impatient. You wanted to talk to Baekhyun and, to be honest, you felt like your friends were standing in the way of it all. After what seemed like a painful hour and a half, the six of you left and stood outside. You assumed that you’d all go your separate ways until a tipsy Evie said, “It’s only one. It’s too early to go home!”

Then, Baekhyun turned to you. “Didn’t you say your roommates weren’t here this weekend? What if we come over?”

You honestly didn’t want to but after thinking it over again, you realized that going about things this way would be easier since Baekhyun was going to be in your apartment anyway. After everyone else left, you’d be able to talk to him about things and get under him later.

“Um, sure,” you offered.

Evie clapped her hands together. “Yay!”

Drew said, “We can go to that liquor store by your place and get a bottle right? How drunk is everyone trying to get.”

Daren scoffed. “As drunk as humanely possible.” * In case anyone was wondering, Daren did get as drunk as humanely possible and he spent the last thirty minutes of his stay at your apartment throwing up in the toilet because, apparently, he’d overdone it. And a drunk Evie pat his back and sang “Pocketful of Sunshine” while he threw up. Baekhyun supervised, leaning on the door frame. When you approached your friends, you said, “How are they? Evie didn’t start throwing up, did she?”

Before Baekhyun could answer, Evie chimed in. “Hey! I’m not that drunk.”

You laughed and turned back to Baekhyun. He said, “By the way, I’ll clean the toilet after he’s done.”

“Thanks.”

Daren flushed the toilet and wiped his mouth before Evie started helping him at the sink and handing him mouthwash. While they did that, Baekhyun went to work with the toilet brush and toilet bowl cleaner. Within the next ten minutes or so, everyone had started cleaning up the cups and bottles in the kitchen. You appreciated the gesture. As everyone started heading toward the door, Baekhyun followed.

You said, “You’re not going to stay?”

He frowned. “I would but Daren’s in bad shape. Drew left earlier and I think Daren would be better off getting in an Uber with me back to my place to sleep this off. Let’s hangout another day, just us, okay?”

You nodded, knowing that it would be selfish of you to complain when your friend was drunk and suffering. You accepted defeat and said your goodbyes. As the door slammed shut, you let out a sigh. Life had one point and you, on the other hand, had zero—another loss on your end. * You swiped on Instagram after your shower and came across Baekhyun’s profile. Clicking on his profile, you saw that he was watching Euphoria. You felt a pang of hurt as you recalled him saying that you’d watch it together. It was just a show and it wasn’t a big deal but you still couldn’t help but feel annoyed that he’d started watching it without you. When it came out in June, he was the one who asked you to wait until he came back so that you could watch it together.

You decided to reply to his story: Watching without me, huh?

He wrote back, Damn, I forgot. I’ll rewatch the first episode with you. Are you busy tomorrow?

I’m free. Come over.

You messaged him feeling a little annoyed but you felt so much better knowing that you’d see him tomorrow. Sex aside, you missed him. Sex was great but you just craved sitting on the couch and stuffing your faces with takeout. You missed just being around him, doing nothing; just the two of you.

You got in bed, excited to be seeing Baekhyun tomorrow after classes. Finally, some time alone with him. * Butterflies sat in your stomach for hours, fluttering and pushing against the walls, threatening to burst from your bofy. You felt the ticklish feeling until six o’clock as you grabbed Baekhyun’s favorite ten dollar bottle of wine from the liquor store near your apartment. Baekhyun said he’d get to your place around six thirty and you couldn’t contain your excitement.

When you got back your roommate Mya was in the kitchen cooking something that smelled delicious. You’d let her know earlier that you’d be in the living room with Baekhyun, just so that there was no issue with using the TV. Mya smiled as you came in. “Hey Y/N. I’ll be done in a few,” she said.

“No rush,” you said, putting the wine in the fridge. You sat at the counter. “What are you making?”

“Just some beef stew. I don’t think the meat will be that tender to be honest,” Mya said. “I was thinking of getting an Instant Pot. That would make things like this so much easier.”

“You should get one. My mom got one on sale a few months ago.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely worth the investment. Plus I’ll have it for my future one bedroom apartment. I’m manifesting my dream life.”

You’d never given much thought about your future after college, other than getting a job. Mya was skipping over those things and fast forwarding to the things she wanted to get out of life. Thinking about it a little more deeply, by getting her dream apartment, she’d have her dream career and make lots of money.

“I need to get to that level of positivity…”

“You should make a vision board sometime. It helps and it can be your motivation.”

Before you could add anything else, there was a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, you found the person you’d been expecting. You smiled and let him in.

“Hey,” he said, giving you one of those bear hugs you loved. He turned to the kitchen. “Hi Mya.”

She said, “Hey Baekhyun. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I was in Korea for the summer,” he explained. “What are you making by the way? Smells good.”

The three of you made small talk for five more minutes before Mya finished up in the kitchen. Then, Baekhyun plopped on the couch and picked up his phone. You sat next to him. He said, “You hungry?”

“Not really, but I will be.”

“What do you wanna get?”

“How about some Thai food?”

Baekhyun nodded. “That’s a good idea.”

You leaned on Baekhyun’s shoulder as you both ordered the dishes you wanted. You ended up ordering basil fried rice and pad thai with some spring rolls. After ordering, you put on the TV. “You wanna wait to watch Euphoria and watch it while we eat?” He nodded and went to the kitchen to grab his backpack. He pulled out your favorite snack, handing it to you.

You smiled, taking the bag of honey snacks. “You remembered.”

“I found the big bag of them at h mart and thought I’d get it for you.”

As the food came and you watched a couple episodes of the show, you felt like things were returning to the way they used to be. You laughed and joked. He tickled you when you made slick-ass comments to roast him, sending you in a frenzy of giggles. He reminisced about old times and filled you in about his school year so far. He told you about how the gym doesn’t suit him and that he’s been swimming lately. He expressed his concerns about graduation and talked about one day how he wanted to start a business. The two of you danced like fools in the living room and you hugged him, tipsy off of the wine.

And you ended up passing out on the couch, Baekhyun falling asleep on a pillow in your lap. You weren’t sure what time you fell asleep or how you fell asleep in the first place, but you woke up and saw that the cable box let you know that it was almost midnight. Baekhyun was still fast asleep, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey,” you said, tapping his cheek. “Wake up babe…”

Baekhyun opened his eyes, a bit startled and sat up. “God, what time is it? How did we fall asleep?”

“No idea,” you said, laughing. “One minute we were dancing and then the next minute we weren’t. Let’s sleep in the bed.”

“I should actually head home,” he said. “I’m going to the pool in the morning for a workout.”

Disappointment washed over you. It wasn’t a big deal and you knew that he wasn’t lying but you couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the fact that he wasn’t going to sleep over. After all your efforts, your chance was shot down yet again. You didn’t want to come off as crazy or be insensitive or anything like that, so you kept your mouth shut.

“Oh,” you said. “Okay.”

“I wanted to go early in the morning,” he explained.

“Yeah that’s fine,” you said.

As Baekhyun stood up and grabbed his things, you couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Your chance had been blown away by a strong gust of wind that you couldn’t control. Things with Baekhyun were up in the air and you didn’t know if you could get a hold of the situation. A relationship with Baekhyun was beginning to seem like a faraway dream.

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i-dont-even-know-anymore921 · 4 years ago

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She stared at the field of daisies and wildflowers and wished she was a piece of tall grass that shook with each gentle breath of breeze which wandered by. Not many people knew this place existed. The paths through the field were solely traversed by her feet and the grass which grew there seemed only to know how to tickle at her ankles as she wandered under the puffed cloud sky. Sometimes when her world went black seemingly out of blue she walked the 45 minutes to her secret treasure just to watch the wind go by, to make crowns out of lavender and wish on dandelions and pretend the world didn’t exist. Evie Monroe felt a hope start a flickering flame in her heart as she took a deep breath, feeling the air turning cold in her nostrils.

She let the breeze take her, transport her to a world all her own, where the rain tasted of honey and peach and the grass grew wild in the fields next to her castle made of stone where she 56could smell the scent, not of the must moldering in the cracks in the mortar, but rather hopeful dreams and a promising future. Where the wooden pillars gave off the distinct aura of cinnamon sticks in a cup of hot cocoa and the blankets felt like a warm hug from her mother after her first day of Kindergarten.

She hadn’t had one of those warm hugs in years, and her mother always seemed to forget to pop a cinnamon stick into her cocoa. Her mother didn’t hate her, not by any means, but Evie was sure she didn’t love her.

“Good morning, sweet pea,” her mother would say, the southern drawl in her voice almost masking the hollowness which glared at her from sleep drenched eyes.

It was dark one night, as it usually is at 2 am, when Evie awoke with sweat-drenched skin and a horrific image on her mind. she threw the blankets off her, the cold air which rushed to hug her turned the sweat pooling around her midriff cold and clammy. She got up a little too fast and for a second the world went black and seemed to swing beneath her feet-- that happens to her sometimes; when she stands for too long or hasn’t eaten all day she has the tendency to just fall to the ground and faint. There are other times when her world goes black for other reasons. When she feels so alone and isolated that the world seems not more than shades of gray. That night it was the latter. Her heart felt heavy, like one of the concrete anchors her daddy used to make in the garage for his little fishing boat back when they lived in Texas and could drive down to the marina every weekend. He used to throw her into the bay, you weren’t supposed to be swimming there but no one ever said anything so they did it anyways, it was cleaner than going to the pool. She was sure that if she were thrown into the water right then she would sink to the bottom, forever entrapped between the wrecks and broken motors and swishing nets which swirled around the bottom of the bay.

She turned to her door, suddenly calm, her mind soothed by the journey she was about to take. The wood creaked under her feet, light and nimble, her years as a ballerina still ingrained in her toes. She turned towards her mother's door, careful as she opened it to keep the creaking as low as possible. Once inside she knelt to the ground just beside the door and curled her fingers into the black purse her mother carried. There she found what she was looking for. Cigarettes. She pulled one out of the cardboard container, smushed in at the edges from being thrown into her bag, and tucked it into her back pocket. She stood slowly, turning back to the door, and creeping back out to the hall.

She dashed down the hallway, her step built with purpose as she tiptoed down the stairs, only pausing for a moment to grab her daddy’s old suit jacket on her way out the door. She wrapped it around herself, not yet cold enough to put her arms properly in the sleeves. She slithered her hand into the inside pocket of the jacket and felt at the lighter that had long since gone dead. She rubbed her thumb over the small engravement on the back of the lighter. She pulled it out and as she trampled the grass that grew in the cracks of the pavement and stared at the words carved into the metal.

For a flame that lights like my inner fire

She wandered with a purpose, with a set in her step as stubborn as she was, she took herself along the path she had dozens of times before. She watched the roads turn from asphalt to gravel to dirt, walked along the side of the fenced in fields filled with horses and colts who stood still,heads hanging low, with the cool glow of the full moon illuminating their shiny coats. Finally, she wandered into the field where she had spent countless hours watching the clouds roll by with the wind, where she taught herself the waltz, and where she kissed the rough bark of the trees pretending they were Tommy Braden.

She sat on a rock covered in soft moss, a familiar cushion as she stared at the stars far above. Sometimes she tried counting the stars. She rarely got past 107. She pulled the cigarette out of her pocket and held it out in front of her. She stared at it. She never quite understood why people were so obsessed with them. They tasted weird and left a heavy feeling in the back of her throat but she did like the way they made her head buzz slightly and calmed her in a way her mother hadn’t been able to in years.

She took out her daddy’s lighter and gripped the cigarette between her lips. She flicked the flame to life and with an orange glow on her face inhaled the smoke. She held it there, feeling it in her lungs, the weight comforting as she sat in the cold night air. She let out her breath, heavy with smoke, and watched it evaporate into the moonlit sky. She kept smoking for a few minutes, allowing herself to sink into the routine of breathing in and out smoke. When it was halfway done she took the still burning cigarette and snuffed it out against the rock she sat on.

She tucked the half-burned cigarette in the back pocket of her jeans.

Saving it for a rainy day, she thought to herself as she stood up, ready to make her way back to her house. She let her thoughts wander through fields of daydreams as she walked home, her feet were lighter than a newborn as she stepped on stones made of stories and grass formed by forgotten dreams.

When she finally saw the first peaking glow of a streetlight far ahead she picked up the pace, her long journey tiring her to the point of near exhaustion. She nearly collapsed into her bed when she finally tiptoed up to her room and made her way under the covers, letting the sweet release of sleep sweep her away.

@jasper-the-friendly-ghost i hope you wike it

#outsiders #evie #evie deserves better #fanfiction #the outsiders fanfic

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thtdamfangirl4 · 4 years ago

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some archie facts for y’all

i probably should be doing homework or sleeping but nah ARCHIBALD Q PEMBERTON

his favorite Taylor Swift song is Cornelia Street

his ringtone for Nathaniel is Fireproof by One Direction

his ringtone for Octavius is Wannabe by the Spice Girls

his ringtone for Reginald is the audio of that video of the screeching grinch in yoga class

his favorite Bath and Body Works scent is Champagne Toast

he is super rich but still does not understand the concept of super expensive wine like please just go to wegmans for white wine

he, too, has a never-ending powerpoint proving that Larry is real

he’s like... weirdly good at cornhole

when ben was like 3 archie accidentally taught him the word “fuck” and he had to pay him $5 to pinky promise he wouldn’t say that word anymore (he of course says it anyway)

sometimes he wakes Nathaniel up in the middle of the night just to ask if cereal is a soup

he has beautiful handwriting

one time the bois were going out to a nice dinner (this was before he had confessed how he felt to nathaniel) and he saw nate dressed up in a suit and he looked so good that archie straight up pretended to throw up not six minutes after arriving at Octavius’s to meet before leaving because he couldn’t take it, he needed to go home, and of course Nate offered to go with him and he is immediately like NO NO I’LL BE FINE YOU HAVE TO GO and then he calls gigi and she comes over and they listen to taylor swift and talk about how hot nathaniel is and drink wine right out of the bottle

he makes and fills out a march madness style tournament bracket for every season of the bachelor/bachelorette

he was on step 23 of a 64-step plan to propose to Nathaniel when Nathaniel did it first

he has not one, not two, but three wedding binders, and he makes a fourth once he and Nate get engaged

he loves harry styles more than anything in the world but somehow Louis is still his favorite member of one direction. he’d die for him in an instant.

despite being hopelessly in love with nathaniel and basically impervious to all other people, he is still a raging bisexual. never forget.

if you try to talk to him while he’s watching pirates and the carribean: the curse of the black pearl, he will punch you in the throat (unless you’re nathaniel, in which case you can really get away with anything you want)

he plays the piano but cannot figure out the guitar

he sends shirtless selfies from bed and other thirst traps to Nathaniel on snapchat all day long but Nathaniel just sends back regular selfies and they affect Archie even more than his affect Nate lol

he reads Red, White, and Royal Blue for the first time and talks about nothing else for an entire month. he gets the bois and the gals to read it too. He reads it like every two months at least.

if you find him laying face down on the living room carpet while If I Could Fly by One Direction is playing on repeat, do not interact. he’s goin through something.

He has both Mamma Mia movies memorized word for word, complete with choreography

sometimes he remembers how poorly marilyn monroe was treated and he gets so angry that all he can do is rant and he has to smash something

he cannot pass by a face painting station at any festival, carnival, amusement park, or fundraiser without stopping and getting a giant butterfly on his face

he has 17 tabs of fanfiction open on his phone at any given moment

on their first wedding anniversary, nathaniel recreates the date Ben did for Leslie on their first anniversary on parks and rec, and Archie can’t stop crying and laughing and yes he is very impressed with Nate’s emerging scrapbook skills

after his kids are born, he can no longer listen to Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift without full on sobbing (ps he and evie use this song as their father-daughter dance at her wedding)

his favorite color is yellow but it’s also the shade of green of Nathaniel’s eyes

he thinks that the different colored m&ms taste different

he has an embroidered jean jacket like elton john’s and it’s his favorite thing in the world. octavius made it for him for his birthday one year.

i’ll give you more some other time but this is what’s come off the top of my head in the last half an hour. enjoy

#regency frat bois #rfb #archibald q pemberton #we stan one (1) crop top queen #archie #natchie #nathaniel qolicott #they're not headcanons cause he's my character haha

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fanfiction27878 · 5 years ago

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Blind

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Rating - PG

Warning - None

———Harry POV———

I step out of the limo pushing my hat down so the blinding sun doesn’t get into my eyes. I grip my Hook tighter in my left hand. Uma is quick to climb out after me and Gil practically bounces out last. I look around and all I see is the King, this girl, a dog on a leash held by the girl, and the bright colors of Auradon. King Ben has decided to bring the 3 of us to Auradon even though we kidnapped him not even 2 months ago.

King Ben steps forward towards Uma. He put out his hand that Uma shakes diplomatically. “Thank you for this great opportunity.” Uma says politely. “No problem.” Ben responds with a big smile. “So what no big parades to welcome us?” Uma asks sarcastically. “I can get everyone out here if you want. The band can perform.” Ben says quickly. “She was being sarcastic Ben. You know marked by or given to using irony in order to mock or convey contempt. You should know what it is since you grew up with me.” The girl says with the role of her pale gray eyes.

“This is my younger sister (Y/N).” Ben says introducing everyone. “Please by 3 minutes. We’re twins.” She says with a smile. Ben leans in like he’s telling a secret and whispers in a sad voice. “Shes blind.” This takes me by surprise because although her eyes look like blind peoples they don’t look lifeless and they sparkle with joy as she smiles. (Y/N) leans in much like her brother. “She’s not deaf.” Then she stands upright again laughing at her own joke. I can’t help but smirk.

“Yeah ha ha. Now (Y/N)s going to show you around since she knows this castle better than anyone. Sorry to leave on short notice but I have to be in a meeting 19 minutes ago.” Ben says checking his watch. With a kiss to his sisters cheek he’s off towards the castle. “Hi I’m (Y/N), and this is Beast. He’s a chocolate lab. Don’t worry he doesn’t bite and is very well trained since he’s a service dog.” (Y/N) says taking Beast of his leash. He was at least the size of (Y/N) on two feet.

Beast comes running to me first. He jumps on my chest and licks my face. Good thing I’m so tall or the dog would have definitely made me fall over. Uma and Gil laugh beside me but I ignore them. “Hi Beast.” I say petting him. “You can run with him he’ll follow you.” (Y/N) says turning to me following the sound of my voice. “Ok. Here Gil take these and if you drop my Hook your dead.” I threaten. I give Gil my hook and my coat. “You can take this love.” I say placing my hat on (Y/N)s head. “Why thank you.” She says sarcastically.

I then take of running Beast close on my heels. A few minutes later and Beast has me pinned beneath my paws and me, Gil, and Uma are laughing. “Good job Beast.” (Y/N) says then she whistles and Beast immediately runs to her side. She gives him a small treat in her right hand. She then grabs the leash and puts it on her dog. Beast on whines a little and (Y/N) says, “You can play with Harry later. Right now we need to show them around.”

As (Y/N) was getting Beast ready, I grabbed my Hook, jacket, and plucked my hat off of (Y/N)s head putting it back on mine. “Too bad I liked that hat.” (Y/N) says with a smile. “You can borrow it any time you want, love.” I tell her. “Come on. Lunch should be starting soon and today we have cake.” (Y/M) says with a smile of delight. “I love cake. I mean I don’t really like the lumps.” Gil says happily. “What do you mean lumps?” (Y/N) asks cocking her head in confusion. “The rocks, and dirt, and bugs.” Uma says. “Don’t worry Auradon cake doesn’t have any lumps.” (Y/N) says starting to walk to the castle.

“Where you born blind?” Gil asks while we were walking. “Idiot. You can’t just ask people that.” I tell Gil. “Don’t worry. It’s ok. He’s just curious.” (Y/N) says with a smile. “Remember a few years ago when Maleficent escaped the barrier because she found a weakness. You must have been 8 because me and Ben were. Well she went after the royal family first. Me and Ben were playing in the garden when she showed up. She aimed a spell at Ben but I pushed him aside and I got hit instead. It caused me to fall and my eyes kind of disconnected from my brain. Then they found me and Fairy Godmother strengthens the barrier every year.” (Y/N) says as we walk into the school.

“There’s a girl on the Isle who blind. Freddie Facilier but she uses her friends on the other side to see. Her eyes always glow white and it’s kind of freaky.” Gil continues. “We were thinking of inviting her actually.” (Y/N) adds. “She wouldn’t go. Your better off inviting her little sister Celia.” Uma says. Everyone knows Uma has a soft spot for Celia. “I’ll tell Ben.” (Y/N) says.

“So here’s the cafeteria. The whole schools is here. Over to the right is the lunch line.” She tells us as we walk into a huge room. The whole cafeteria quickly hushes with the arrival of us VKs. “Hey (Y/N).” Evie says blinding up to us. “Hi Evie. We were just going to grab lunch.” (Y/N) says motioning towards us. “Hi guys.” Evie greets us. Gil waves while me and Uma nod. “You want me to help you get lunch.” Evie asks (Y/N). “Yeah if you could.”

“Ok. You guys can sit with us. Bens over there and the other VKs.” Evie says. “Go to Ben.” (Y/N) tells Beast as she takes off his leash. He immediately runs toward Ben and (Y/N) chuckles at the girl screams made by a few princesses when they saw Beast loose. “Let’s go.” (Y/N) says following Evie who’s patched into her arm.

We get on line with Evie telling Gil what all the fruits names were. That and helping (Y/N) get food. I grabbed a few things but I wasn’t really interested until we got to the cake. (Y/N) was right it looked so nice and clean. Of course I then grabbed two pieces. Evie guides (Y/N) to where the other VKs and Ben were sitting.

Evie sat down next to (Y/N) Who was next to me my friends beside me. Gil was sitting next to Ben who was sitting next to the rest of the VKs. Everything was quiet with an awkward atmosphere since we used to be sworn enemies. “Well this food looks delicious.” (Y/N) says trying to diffuse the tension. Then she started to laugh at her own joke. I couldn’t help but smirk at her humor. That was until Uma hit my shoulder giving me the, “Are you serious?” Look. “What it was funny.” I whisper to her in defense she just rolls her eyes before eating her cake.

“This is delicious. Your right (Y/N) there are no lumps.” Gil says happily eating his cake. (Y/N) just laughs. “What are these?” Gil asks holding up a small purple circular fruit. “Those are grapes.” Ben says. Gil then eats it. “I like grapes.” Gil concludes. After lunch that was really just full of (Y/N) and Gil talking about food (Y/N) says she’ll take us to our rooms.

“Ok. Gil and Harry are sharing a room while Uma gets her own.” (Y/N) announces as we walk down a hallway. The hallway is filled with dorms. (Y/N) runs her hand over the numbers as we continue. “Here’s your dorm Uma. And the boys are just 7 doors down.” (Y/N) says holding out a key which Uma gladly takes. “Your luggage should already be in there.” (Y/N) says before we continue to our room.

“Here you go.” (Y/N) says leading us to our dorm. “This is so cool.” Gil says unlocking the door. I walk in and (Y/N) leans on the door frame. “If you really want to see something cool, pull the book on the bookshelf. 2 rows from the top and 3 from the left.” (Y/N) says. I’m closest so I pull the book she says even though I’m confused. That’s when a portion of wall at the end of the room swings open to reveal its really a door.

“Woah!” Gil says in awe. “This secret passage leads directly to Uma’s room. Don’t worry only me and Mrs. Potts known about the secret passages in the school. She showed me them all when I went blind in case I needed to get away.” (Y/N) says with a smile.

She starts walking down the passage her right hand on the wall and we follow. “Shhh! When I open the door scream Uma’s name so we can scare her.” (Y/N) says. That’s when she starts counting down on her fingers. When she puts all of her fingers down she pulls the lever and the wall opens up. “Uma!!!” We all scream at the same time.

Uma who has been reading a book screamed and fell to the floor. “WHAT THE HELL?!?” Uma yells. “Sorry Uma.” (Y/N) says still laughing. As she goes to walk into the room she trips on the uneven floor. I catch her and end up picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. “Put me down Harry.” (Y/N) says laughing. “How did you know it was me?” I questioned. “You smell like metal and the ocean.” She says easily.

“Metal?” I ask. “I mean yeah you hold a METAL hook everywhere you go.” (Y/N) says. I finally just drop her on Uma’s bed. “How’d you get in here anyway?” Uma questions. “There’s a secret passage connecting our two rooms.” Gil says excitedly.

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Sunshine

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x OC (Evelyn “Evie” Blaker)

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Enjoy the smut because angst is coming. I didn’t plan on it originally, but damn if it didn’t make sense to the story line. Ugh, angst, you bastard.

Reminder: I ain’t ever seen Pedro Pascal in FUCK ALL, I’m just coming up with this as I go along, using imdb.com, wiki, and 84,000 tabs I got open to plan out this shit. I also write soft versions of his characters so if you’re craving asshole vibes, I ain’t got any but my own to offer.

Tags: @zeldasayer , @romanticgumchewer, @beskars , @coolmaybelateruniverse , @the-feckless-wonder, @lavenderl3mons , @pascalisthepunkest , @mandoandyodito , @randomness501 , @fioccodineveautunnale

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Part 6

That Let You Fly High

“Evie!” Maxwell’s voice rang through the house as he walked in the door, dropping his briefcase by the hall table and hanging his coat on the rack. He was humming with a smile on his face. He was taking two days off and that, plus the weekend, meant he had four whole days of Evie to himself. His secretary asked several times if he was feeling okay and he was so blissed out on the thought, he couldn’t even pretend to be mad.

Evie herself was in the kitchen, looking out at the beautiful fall day and enjoying some hot chocolate. Marnie had gone home early for the evening and she was lost in thought when she heard Maxwell’s voice calling her. Something about the situation made her think of I Love Lucy and for a moment she felt like a fifties sitcom housewife. She giggled at such a silly thought, but it wormed its way further in her brain and something about it felt right.

Before she let herself dwell on the idea, she walked out in the dining room and met him halfway, both wearing matching grins. He walked up to her and leaned down to kiss her, her lips tasting of chocolate and whipped cream. He thought her natural sweetness was better. They kissed softly, a series of pecks on the lips that spoke of affection and hints of love where their tongues could not. Not yet anyway.

“Hello Max.” They pulled away and he took her mug and set it on the table. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leaned into him. He looked down into her face, that warmth he had grown to love seemed to crawl even deeper into his soul.

“I got a call from a friend of mine, Eric, inviting me to a fundraiser tomorrow. I think it’s for the botanical gardens or something. Anyway, I agreed and I’m taking you with me. I think we deserve a fancy night on the town to kick off our weekend.” He noticed a frown growing between her eyebrows.

“I didn’t come prepared for a fancy party though.” She was already taking mental inventory of what she would need. “I’d have to go shopping.”

“I figured, so we’ll just go shopping”

“We?” Her tone had an amused tone to it, and he grinned.

“Yeah. We’ll go tomorrow, do a little shopping, get some lunch. You know, make a day of it.”

“You’ll go shopping with me.” Her amused tone growing with each word until she got the giggles. He raised an eyebrow, trying to look mean but absolutely failing.

“Watching you trying on gowns? Why would I miss that?” His voice turned husky and she surprised herself by blushing under his look. A gleam glinted in his eye and she turned away from him, heat creeping across her body. He dropped a warm kiss to the back of her neck before leaving the room, knowing he left her body humming for him. His grin spread across his face.

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Waincotters Boutique was one of those high-end parlor-style dress stores that in any other case Evie would have bypassed for a Nordstrom’s or Bloomingdale’s. She felt a little out of place with her jeans and tee shirt when she saw the way the salesgirls were dressed. Maxwell held her hand and he could feel the shivers as her nerves began to get to the better of her. He squeezed a little and glanced down at her. Its fine, the squeeze told her.

“Maxwell! So good to see you again! And who do we have with us today?” A sprightly woman with a greying bob cut smiled at the couple. The woman was entirely welcoming, and Evie felt a little more at ease under her kind eyes. They were whisked away to a private room with a comfortable sitting area and a small platform with mirrors.

“I’m Susanne and I’ll be helping you find the perfect dress for tonight’s event.” The woman sat down with them and another came through the door with snacks and drinks and set them on the table before leaving the three alone again. “What kind of event is it?”

“Formal wear, not quite black tie.” Maxwell had called Eric to get more information and that was all he was told. “Not cocktail as far as I know.”

“Perfect. Now Miss. . .”

“Evie.”

“Miss Evie.” Susanne smiled again and took Evie’s hands into her own, the skin warm and comforting.

“Tell me what you like in a dress. Sleeves? No sleeves? Slit? Silk? Crepe? Color? Cut? Style? Shape? Length? Train? No train? Neckline?” The questions were almost overwhelming to her and Evie took a deep breath. Susanne smiled and patted her hand, recognizing that look of too much information on the fiery blonde’s face.

“How about this, let’s start with something easy. What color do you like to wear?”

“Oh purples!” Evie sounded excited for the first time since everything started. “I love purples, but dark ones like plum.”

“Great!” Susanne wrote somethings down and continued to asked questions like sizes and height. “Let me pull a variety and let you try them on and then we’ll narrow it down.”

Evie nodded and soon a dozen dresses in ranging from a deep plum to a royal purple in all different styles were hanging in front of her. While she didn’t have a full affinity for fashion, she did love quality clothing. Most people thought her outfits for work were staid, but the fabrics were rich, and quality made. Even her jeans and tee shirts were well fitted and everything she wore was tailored as needed. Being able to pick out a fancy gown was like being handed a gift, almost heavenly.

As she glanced down at the price tag, though, her eyes bugged out and she snapped her head around to look at Maxwell. He started laughing, choking on his drink in the process. He still laughed as he wiped his pants off.

“MAX!” She hissed. “This dress is almost $7,000! I can’t afford this!” She put the dress back on the rack as if it were on fire.

“You’re not, I’m buying it.”

“Oh no you’re not. We’re leaving and going to Saks or something.” She stepped off the platform to grab her purse when he shot his hand out to stop her.

“Evie. Stop worrying about it. I’m buying you a dress, it’s no big deal.”

“I can’t let you spend $7,000 on me!” Her voice rose with every word until the last one came out as a squeak. “That’s outrageous, it’s too expensive. THAT’S SEVEN GRAND!”

“Evie, please calm down for one second.” Maxwell looked her in the eyes, an amused and almost loving look to them. “I care about you finding a dress you love and that you’ll want to show off tonight. I want you to feel good. Price is of no matter to me. And if I thought it was, do you think I would have brought you here in the first place?”

She stopped and seemed to calm down somewhat, her face still red as she looked at the first dress she had pulled off the rack.

“Well, you got me there.”

“I know. Now ignore the price tags, find what makes you feel beautiful and its yours.”

“I never had anyone spend so much money on me.” Her tone was low, not meaning for him to hear her. It was almost obscene how much he was willing to spend, and she felt a little guilty. Kind of how she felt guilty asking to order a second dessert on their first date. Quality she was willing to spend money on, but boy, $7,000 was way too rich for her decidedly middle-class tastes.

“I suppose it would be crass to say that you’ve never had anyone with my level of wealth buying things for you.” He smiled as she giggled.

“That’s true.” She walked back over to the dresses and ran her fingers across them, feeling silk and crepe and a jersey so soft a baby could have been swaddled in it. And they were her favorite color. . . She turned around.

“Are you staying here while I try them on?”

“That was the goal.” Again, his voice turned slightly husky and a small smirk grew on her lips. As he sat down, she turned and walked over to the door, head poking out, she asked for a pair of heels in her size and muttered something to the salesgirl. She stepped back into the room and closed the door, locking it behind her.

Maxwell had settled back into his seat, taking off his jacket and rolling up his cuffs. He popped a cracker into his mouth, not really paying attention to Evie as she stepped back onto the platform. She faced away from him and pulling out a hair tie, she swept her long locks into a bun. When she could see Maxwell looking at her, she dropped her hands to the hem of her shirt.

Capturing Maxwell’s eyes, she held his gaze as she slowly raised her shirt, exposing the skin of her stomach inch by inch. She ran her hands up and across her breasts as she continued to pull up the fabric, her yellow bra peeking out from under the shirt. He swallowed, but her face remained stoic.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt and whipped it over her head, dropping it on the floor. She stood there a moment before bringing her hand to the button of her jeans. She popped the button as she toed off her flats. She could see the bulge growing in Maxwell’s pants and his eyes were darkening. She unzipped her pants and pushed them off her hips. She bent over and thrusted her ass out in his direction as she pushed them off her legs. From where he sat, he could see the crotch of her panties darkening as Evie became more and more turned on.

Evie remained bent over, slightly turning her head and she saw that Maxwell had loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves. Those forearms of his, the crisp blond hairs glistening in the overhead lights, something about his strong forearms sent shockwaves of pleasure to the very center of her. She slowly stood up and stepped out of the puddle of denim at her feet, kicking it off to the side. A low groan came from behind her as she stood there in just her underthings. She paused until he looked her in the eye, and she bowed her head slightly.

Reaching up, she unhooked her bra’s front clasp and the fabric gaped, her breasts spilling out and her nipples playing peek-a-boo with the lace edges. She saw Maxwell shift behind her, his bulge now clearly visible in the mirror’s reflection. She could his hands gripping the arms of the chair, knuckles almost white. She threw him a sultry smile as she dragged her fingertips from her chin down the front of her neck to the middle of her chest.

She let her hands rest there before fanning out her fingers and lightly running them across her breasts, moving the bra off them and exposing her harden nipples to the cooler air of the dressing room. She could hear Maxwell’s heavy breathing growing more rapid as he watched her actions in the mirrors. Evie kept moving her hands, pealing the yellow material off her body and let it drop behind her. She threw Maxwell a coquettish look in the mirror as she brought her hands back to her breasts.

She spread her hands until her flesh was covered, and she could feel the hard nub of her nipples against her palms. She lolled her head downward, keeping a steady gaze with Maxwell, who was practically vibrating with want. Her fingers were soft against her skin and slowly she dragged them until her fingertips were against her nipples. He watched as she flicked her wrists and twisted the taunt flesh and her moan went straight to his cock.

The ripples of pleasure in her breasts were making her clit feel needy and her hips jerked forward, pulsating for a touch. Her body slightly bowed into herself and her mouth dropped open although no sound came out. Evie tried to maintain eye contact with Maxwell, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that she closed her eyes, chasing the edges of her climax. She continued to tweak her nipples, her body straining for her clit to be touched.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and she dropped her hands, brushing them over her clothed mound. She could feel her panties growing damper with each passing moment and she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together. Suddenly, she turned around, facing her audience for the first time since she locked the door.

“Max. Come here.” He didn’t need to be told twice, he was out of his chair and in one long stride, he stood in front of her. The dark pools of his lustful eyes drew her in, and she threw him a sultry look. “Take off my panties.”

He groaned as he dropped to his knees, looking at up at her. Maxwell felt like he was on fire. The minute he saw the skin of her stomach, he was lost. The more she exposed, the harder he became, and he desperately wanted to fuck her senseless. His entire body itched to feel her skin, his tongue wanted to explore the slit he knew was soaked, and he cock ached for her. He brought his hands to her hips and he could see them shaking in anticipation. This woman is undoing him, a small voice inside him said. And we fucking love it, replied the roaring lust consuming him.

He hooked his fingers underneath her silky boy shorts, the shape framing out her hips and ass beautifully. With a slow tug, they were dragged down her legs and the smoothness of the silk created flames of heat along her skin, felt long after he tossed the scrap of fabric to the side. Every inch of her felt like she was on fire the minute Maxwell touched her. She looked down at him and he could barely see the golden brown he’d come to love – the pupils blown out so wide her eyes were black, and he felt as if they were sucking him in.

“Touch me.” Her voice was a raspy whisper and Evie felt that if he didn’t, she just might die. Thankfully for her, he obliged, and their eyes remained locked as Maxwell slowly dragged his large hands up her legs, letting just his fingertips skitter across her thighs. Her body bowed again, and the quiet moan came from deep in her chest. Her eyes nearly fluttered shut, but she stopped herself so she could look at him in front of her, eyes full of supplication and want. She had brough the great and powerful Maxwell Lord to his knees and the very thought made her feel hedonistic. She brought her hands up to his shoulders, giving her something solid to hold onto as she began to float away on a river of pleasure.

Maxwell ghosted his hand around her left thigh before grabbing it and lifting her leg. He hooked it over his shoulder, and he brought his hands to her hips. Tipping them slightly, he brought his mouth to her slit and flattened his tongue, dragging it through her folds before resting on her clit. Her whole body shuttered, and she moaned at the sensation. Her hands moved up to grip his hair, giving her the balance she needed to stay upright.

Her tugs on his hair sent pleasure directly to his cock and his own hips jerked forward. He smiled against her before licking her again, focusing on her clit with every pass through. When her thighs began to shake with her building orgasm, he brought his hand down and sunk two fingers deep into her heat. She gasped his name at the sensation and the feral feeling in his chest grew. This woman’s pleasure was his and his alone and he was going to take it.

Evie’s eyes fluttered shut and her body continued to tremble at the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing and her grip on him grew tighter. His eyes, despite their lust, were full of adoration for her and she never felt as cherished in such a position as she did now. Something bloomed deep inside of her, something behind the lust that wrapped its ghostly fingers around her heart.

“Max, I’m going to come.” She whispered it, trying to keep the noise down as to not arouse suspicion from the salesgirls. He nodded as he continued to pump his hand into her, and he zeroed in his tongue on her clit. Soon the familiar coils in her stomach reached their breaking point and she gritted her teeth as she came, the strangled cry sounding hoarse. He withdrew his fingers but kept licking her clit until he felt her pulling his head away from her.

Her skin was flushed, and her body kept trembling against him, her chest heaving with exertion. He could tell she was barely standing upright, she always lost control of her body when she came. Knowing that he brought her to such highs felt like the best drug he could take. Every pant, every groan – he was able to draw those from her and he almost was addicted to it.

He brought his hands to her hips and leaned back onto his heels. He had to have her, and his hand dropped to his crotch. Maxwell unzipped his pants, pulling his rock-hard cock out, precum practically dripping out of him in a continuous stream. He palmed himself, stroking a few times to spread his own slickness along with hers. He found himself struggling not to go any further.

“Sit on my lap, Evie. I need you on me.” His voice sounded desperate, a vibration that resonated with her. They fucked several times since she arrived in the city, but something about this time seemed different and she felt as if she would die if she didn’t feel him inside of her. She dropped to her knees, straddling his lap as he grabbed the base of his cock. She slowly lowered herself onto him and her breath stuttered out of her lungs as she felt him fill her. When he was buried to the hilt, Evie briefly thought that Maxwell was touching her very soul and she wasn’t sure where they each began and ended.

She dropped her head onto his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. Even though he was fully dressed, the heat of his skin seemed to burn Evie and in turn Maxwell felt as if no clothes were between then at all. His own arms wrapped themselves around her waist, his face buried into her neck. He took a deep breath and the warm scent that was so uniquely hers filled his lungs and hazed his mind.

They sat like that for several long minutes, just savoring the moment. On that platform, in the dressing room, something changed between them fundamentally. The touches, the comments, the thoughts, the looks, the sensations had been building, the belief that everything just felt right to them converged in that shared moment. The squeeze on Maxwell’s heart was vice-like and he could feel tears prickling under his lids. He shifted his hips and he touched something in her that caused her to gasp into his shoulder, almost watery sounding, as if Evie had tears of her own.

She lifted herself before dropping back down onto his cock and Evie shuttered as the pressure in her lower belly began to spark again. He was sensitive and every movement, no matter how small, was sending out ripples of pleasure through his whole body. The next time she lifted her hips, he drove into her and her moan was right in his ear. It was so loud to him and he moaned in response. Soon they caught a rhythm in that same pattern, their pace soft and slow at first but as the rise of their shared climax began to consume them both, things began to feel more desperate.

Evie raised her head off Maxwell’s shoulder, biting her lip to stay quiet, but she felt compelled to look him in the eye as she came. He pulled his own head out of her neck and he brought his hand up to brush the tendrils of hair that had escaped her bun and stuck to her face. They stared at each other as their pace continued to increase and their bellies felt on fire – the one that consumes you until you are nothing but ash, waiting for rebirth at the apex of pleasure.

His hips were snapping into her and she gave into him, wanting to come desperately. He knew exactly when she did, even before her walls clamped down on him, he could see it in her eyes. She bit her lips to conceal her scream, a strangled sound replacing it instead and he drove into her one last time before coming himself. He was always quiet, but he found himself tamping down a strangled cry of his own. They bowed into each other, as if they could crawl inside the other and never leave.

He slowly withdrew from her and she slid off his lap with a less than graceful thump on the platform, legs slightly splayed out. He could see their mixed come glistening between her legs and his breath caught for a moment. She laughed and he did, too. He leaned into her and kissed her gently on the lips before getting up and heading to the small bathroom. He came back with a towel, his cock back in his pants, although the damp spot she created on the front of them would have been hard to hide had it not been for his jacket.

He gently cleaned her up, stealing kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her neck, - wherever he could touch her, and she responded in kind. The smile on his face was gentle and loving and hers was, well, it was always like that and he relished it as usual. Once she was cleaned up, she put her panties and bra back on.

“You going to watch me try on dresses?” She asked again and he nodded as he helped her up. He went to sit back down and observed her as she pulled dresses and put them back, trying to get a feel for everything. But every time, she came back to a dark purple silky jersey dress, one that seemed perfect to her.

Reminiscent of Hilary Swank’s 2004 Oscar dress, Evie noted that it had a high back and a boat neckline, but was fitted, with ruching along the waist that would accent her shape beautifully. She always preferred to be covered, and as she ran her fingers along the gown, the silk felt heavenly. For a brief second, her brain flashed an image of said silk wrapped around Maxwell’s cock. Her smirk was nearly hard to hide.

She looked at Maxwell, who was looking at his phone and not paying attention to her. She snagged it off the hanger and went back onto the platform. She stepped into the heels and slipped the dress on. She looked at the ceiling and said a silent thank you. It fit and with three-inch heels, the dress gently brushed the ground. She felt divine and based on Maxwell’s whistle, looked it too.

“Evie, you look. . .” He waved his hands at her. “Fucking hot.”

She laughed and turned around, giving a T-pose perfected by years on the pageant circuit as a college student. Her hands sat on her hips and the way she twisted her torso, her breasts looked round and perfect. Despite just having fucked her, Maxwell desired to fuck her again.

“Sold. This is it.”

“You want the shoes, too?”

“God no, these things hurt like hell and I’ve only had them on for five minutes. We’ll find another pair elsewhere.” He nodded as she stripped out of the dress and got her clothes back on. She put the dress back on the hanger and draped it gently over her arm before turning back to Maxwell.

“I feel bad, we didn’t eat anything they set out.”

“Eh, we found something better.” She laughed and swatted at his arm. He grabbed her purse for her, and they left the room. Susanne was waiting for them when they exited and was excited to see that Evie found the dress that she wanted. They talked more as the purchase was rang up. The two left the shop and slid into the waiting car, Bennett’s cheery hellos a welcome sight.

“Look at that, found the perfect dress and saved you money.” She looked at him with a grin. The price for this dress had only been $2,000. She was still appalled that anyone was spending that amount on her, but she could stomach that figure over $7,000 any day of the week.

“The perfect woman,” He smiled at her and leaned down to whisper, “especially in bed.”

She grew red at his comment but couldn’t stop the giggles that bubbled up in her throat. The day had been perfect, and she was in heaven.

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