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LILY-ROSE DEPP - "WORLD CLASS SINNER / I'M A FREAK"

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And finally we find out, once and for all, who actually watched The Idol! (Yes, we fell short on the CONTROVERSY, but we sure did learn a lot today...)

[3.26]

Aaron Bergstrom: Facts I have learned in the last fifteen minutes: (1) This was written for a TV show that scored a 19% on Rotten Tomatoes and was almost immediately canceled. (2) One of the main plot points of the show is that this song isn't very good and is actively hindering the attempted comeback of the pop star who performs it. (3) The pop star herself doesn't even like it. (4) That pop star is played by Johnny Depp's daughter, who is very much not a pop star in real life. (5) The song was written as an obvious parody of The Weeknd ... by The Weeknd himself. It is both boring and deeply unsettling at the same time, but I guess that was the goal? So, congratulations, I hate it. [0]

Rose Stuart: "World Class Sinner / I'm a Freak" has the same problems as The Idol: it's not just bad, it's obviously bad, in a way that becomes only more stark when you know what it's trying to do. The song is a parody of woman-centered sex jams that doesn't understand why the originals work. It tries to give Tove Lo--especially with the moans in the beat, the only interesting idea the song has--but falls flat. The song wants to drip with sex, but the lyrics feel more like an oil spill than a tease, unless you happened to take a sip of your drink just in time for the line "and every weekend/ I've gotta find someone to bang." Musically, it's a low drone, with Depp sounding like your bored coworker at karaoke while the instrumental lies cold and lifeless underneath her. Worse still, the droning beat, oversexed yet sexless lyrics, and attempts at bravado that are more humiliating than impressive are from a song by The Weeknd, the lost companion to "The Hills" and "Earned It." While a singer delivering a terrible acting performance is a long and well-worn road, "World Class Sinner / I'm a Freak" is even more damaging to The Weeknd's reputation than The Idol's long list of damages. A bad performance and an embarrassing series of tweets can be forgiven, but "World Class Sinner / I'm a Freak" says the worst thing a song can: if this is the hit The Weeknd writes for his passion project, maybe he's not as good as we thought. Maybe he never was. [1]

Katherine St Asaph: Producer Asa Taccone co-wrote "Dick in a Box" and also a Charlotte Gainsbourg song, a factoid that explains this single better than anything you or I can write. You have a nepo baby dropping "Barbie Girl" references, extolling the virtues of the "dumb but cute" himbo ratio (which isn't even phrased as a ratio) and bragging about looking for "someone to bang" -- all played as unironically dead-eyed seduction. Even without watching The Idol -- because why whould anyone do that -- it's exceedingly obvious that this was intended as a "Buddha's Delight" atrocity. It's also typical that the Weeknd couldn't imagine a woman delivering one of his standard scumbag songs without adding bitchy gold-digger lines and half-assed pseudo-femdom-but-actually-sub posturing. But that backing track -- crystalline, nocturnal, perfect -- is as undeniable as the song is unserious. (Ciara's "Dance Like We're Making Love" comes to mind.) A corrosive fave. [5]

Taylor Alatorre: "But that's not what ratios are!! That doesn't make any sense!!!"" I scream, helplessly banging my fists against the sealed glass walls of the enclosure. The woman on the other side offers only a forlorn smile and a set of downcast eyes, replying in a small, apologetic voice, "I know. But I can't do anything about it. I'm trapped here, in a fictional hit song within a fictional universe, where the normal laws of sense-making and hit-making don't apply. As long as it sounds vaguely like something that would've made the bottom rungs of the Rhythmic charts five to ten years ago, that's all they really care about." Hearing this, I strike the wall with my fist one last time before slumping down onto the tiled linoleum, muttering something about a "Lonely Island Popstar throwaway" as I shake my head in resignation. "If you want, though," the woman continues, "you can pretend it's supposed to be a parody of one of those loopy Max Martin-written lines." "You mean like, 'now that I've become who I really are?'" "Yeah, that one." [4]

Ian Mathers: I never watched the show -- is there an in-universe reason for this being so boring yet so ostensibly horny? Did they hire a Depp for the method authenticity of not being very good at music? [2]

Josh Winters: As the only person at the Jukebox who has admitted to watching the entirety of The Idol (hear me out), I find myself at a loss when I try to think of how the context of the show helps to make a case for the strength of this song. If the showrunning team was self-aware in how the show folded into the banality and vapidity it was trying to depict, the big risk they took didn't really pay off. And if Lily, Abel, and co. thought this was a quality tune, might I suggest they take a class at the Ally School of Pop Songwriting if they ever get the chance to go for a second season? What tries to present itself as an irresistible appetizer delivers only empty calories that leave you questioning what the hell you just ate, and in that sense "World Class Sinner / I'm a Freak" does its job in representing the experience of watching The Idol without having to see a single episode. [4]

Claire Biddles: I actually watched all of The Idol in my capacity as a citizen of Troye Sivan Nation ("Rush" would have gotten a [10] from me!!), and had the show actually succeeded as a satire/take-down/whatever it was supposed to be, this would have gotten a higher score. It's a decent facsimile of a dead-behind-the-eyes sexy comeback, but in the context of the show it's positioned as serious and actually transgressive (I think?) It's not knowing, so it doesn't work at all. "Every weekend I'm trying to find someone to bang" got a genuine laugh from me though, so I guess I'll give it a: [2]

Harlan Talib Ockey: I did not watch The Idol, and I absolutely will not be watching it knowing the horrors it contains. But this is obviously and literally a Weeknd song. I can hear him singing it. The lyrics are so hilariously over-the-top that there is no way to read this other than campy irony. (And they're still not too far off from some Weeknd songs.) It's objectively funny that the Weeknd's parody song sounds almost exactly like the rest of his discography, but it is a truth universally acknowledged that most fictional songs written to be bad will end up being very good. [7]

Leah Isobel: These hooks are big and juicy, but Lily-Rose Depp is a screen actor, not a pop performer; she doesn't have the vocal charisma or presence to really sell this, and I can hear The Weeknd's ghost in the empty space between her and the song. That could be by design. But I can also hear that ghost wrestling with the spectre of camp -- and, fortunately for us all, losing. [5]

Alfred Soto: Based on a show I've never heard of and am supposed to despise, "I'm a Freak" drops one of the more unexpected "bitch" lines in recent years and is okeedokee as far as mid-tempo synth jams. Docked a notch for the flat vocal. [4]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: I still remember when I first tried talking dirty, and this girl had to be like, "No, you don't have the inflection right. Say it more like this." It was funny and fun, and I'm grateful we communicated so openly, for both our sakes. It's rare you hear a song that channels this sort of unpracticed unsexy, the kind where you end up thinking, "Oh, so no one's told you yet...?" I laugh every time Lily-Rose Depp sings, "Get ready to become my bitch" without any intensity, or when she mentions "whip and chains" with the enthusiasm of someone reading a grocery list. And then she throws me for a loop during the bridge, mistaking speed for seduction. "[I'm] no beginner," she eventually claims. It's okay, I tried saving face too. [6]

Tara Hillegeist: One of those single-line critiques that's always stuck with me for the precision with which it said, with both empathy and brutality, the exact failings of what its writer was tasked with reviewing was a now-vanished review of the then-new debut single from the Pussycat Dolls, "Don't Cha." The review noted that Tori Alamaze's original release of the song, from her own attempt at a solo career, had the energy, edge, and personality to give the song's boast about "a freak like me" actual weight, while the Dolls couldn't sound less sincerely freakish if they'd actually tried. In much the same way, I can't pretend my reaction to this song isn't colored by the working experience that comes from my having a girlfriend I'm blessed to be the domme for in a 24/7 D/s relationship. No matter how thirsty and yearning they might be to get the good good strap, no self-respecting submissive in the world would be able to fool themselves enough into believing a word of a performance that sounded like the limp, unremarkable delivery Depp provides for "so get down on your knees and get ready to become my bitch" for a fucking second, much less long enough to respect her with a second of their fucking. It's insulting to every single girl who wants to be a bitch for someone to act like they don't deserve a better effort than this. I mean, for Christ's sake, they'll get freakier than this in public at the Vatican. [1]

Brad Shoup: No I did not watch The Idol. Yes my head slumped to my chest when I heard "whip and chain". I like that it's languid; when Depp picks up the cadence it never bodes well. [4]

Nortey Dowuona: As someone who admires Prince's incredible musical talent and dreams to reassert control of his art, let us never forget he married a teenager and conceived a child with her once he could not legally be prosecuted for it. And then made a whole press conference to dump her. And tried to kill Sinead O'Connor for covering his song. And fired Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis. And kept firing his band at a whim. And I wanted to say all that because when Abel Tesfaye dies while visiting Ethiopia once again and is given a state funeral, and we are writing tributes to "Die For You," this terrible show and song will be swept under the rug so we can justify the delusion we have about the artists we loved: that their most vile, egregious behavior should be forgotten once they pass. We can't let that happen. And we also need to remember Graffiti Bridge. Can't forget Graffiti Bridge. [0]

Michelle Myers: The best thing I can say about this song is that it makes me want to listen to Tove Lo. [2]

Kayla Beardslee: We have Tove Lo at home. [4]

Will Adams: From "On a Roll" to "Hair Body Face" to this, the micro-genre of "fictional pop song that is a huge hit in its universe" remains as tiresome as ever. Forget the commentary that's meant to evoke "this is the pop machine at its worst! behold how cynical it is!!" We're supposed to believe that this post-Weeknd sludge is some chart-topping smash? That's where the illusion falls apart; difficult as it may be, if your fake platinum pop star doesn't sound like platinum, then what's the point? [4]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Largely indistinguishable from a Tate McRae song. [3]

Jackie Powell: Lily-Rose Depp's delivery on the hook of "World Class Sinner / I'm A Freak," where she nonchalantly croons "I'm just a freak, yeah," twice per chorus, was made for the TikTok algorithm that it conquered. That edgy yet self-deprecating phrase is relatable enough without the context of the television show that the song was written for. But the latest musical installment of the fictional woman pop star is also the least compelling. A common thread between the pop songs that Lady Gaga sang as Ally Maine in A Star is Born, Miley Cyrus sang as Ashley O in Black Mirror, and even what Natalie Portman sang as Celeste in Vox Lux was the fact they were composed by actual women who have experienced what the music industry is like for women in pop: suffocating, emotional and sometimes abusive. Depp is an actress but not a musician, and The Weeknd and Asa Taccone of Electric Guest are men. Dr. Paula Clare Harper, a musicologist at the University of Chicago, told Vulture that there are sonic similarities between "WCS/IAF" and The Weeknd's smash "Can't Feel My Face." But for this song to be effective, it couldn't just be a more feminine version of a Weeknd song, and that's mostly what it is. Taccone has written and produced a lot of musical satire for television and has also written catchy pop songs, like "Feel it Still" by Portugal. The Man and "Feels Right," an underrated Carly Rae Jepsen track from Dedicated. So why did he come up short here? It all comes back to the source material. On "Feels Right" Taccone had Jepsen as a co-writer and referred to her as "a natural leader." In other words, she is an authority on how women function and are treated within the music industry. That's something unattainable on "World Class Sinner," a song written about a woman and her plight by two men. [4]

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saythankyoumood · 2 years ago

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My Thoughts: 3.1 Evening Wear

1. There's absolutely no way that the tour bus just randomly stumbled upon Heidi and Tim.

2. Was last season not in LA? I honestly can't remember.

3. At home assignment? Does that mean that actually had to know how to sew to be on this season? God, I hope so.

4. This first episode is a tight 45 minutes? Have they been listening to my complaints?

5. MY GOD! DESIGNERS ACTUALLY SEWING!!! MY HEART! It's almost like we're watching a design show!

6. Okay, I'm rooting for Ciara because she's very much a designer in the Project Runway mold: young, talented, upcoming, not with the platform/sucess yet.

7. Rafael literally learned English to come on this show and expand his brand? That's so impressive.

8. I'm rooting for Ciara, but her clothes look terrible. Just the fabric alone is bad.

9. Ciara, it's the kiss of death not to listen to Tim.

10. Interesting they've switched to local brand from international brand!

11. So they could get Nicole back but not Naomi? That's a shame.

12. "I can see you wearing this because, as I can see, you do like to show a little skin." "Are you calling me a slut?" "Yeah, I am."

13. I'm not into the corset over the blazer.

14. That dress looks like trash.

15. Emily's top/skirt made me sit up and go, "Oooh." I disagree with the judges on this one.

16. Why don't they show the judges deliberating on this show? That makes me crazy!

17. This season, the designer who wins a challenge not only has their look made but also companion pieces?

18. Emily didn't make the cut? But trash bag dress did? Hate it.

#making the cut #3x01 #season 3

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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THE SEXY

HALL🎃WEEN COSTUME 🎃👻💀🍬 YOU WEAR THAT MAKES YOUR VOLLEYBALL PLAYER GO: 🥵🥵 part 3

(NSFW 18+)

Haikyuu!!

Ft. Matsukawa, Daichi, Kuroo & Ukai

Part 1 🩸 Part 2 🩸 Part 3 🩸 Part 4 🩸 Part 5

Coach Ukai -

Early 2000’s Music Video Baddie 🎥💿

Please be advised that Keishin Ukai graduated high school in 2004. Canon.

Class of 2004....whew

That means, he was apart of a generation where the club bangers were LIT LIT and the music videos were even better

Alexa, play: Always on Time By Ja Rule and Ashanti 📢🎵

A generation that consisted of young males like Ukai who liked big clothes, natural faces, and VIDEO HONEYS 💦

Anyway, you knew this, even though you were younger than your fiancé, and so you decided to dress up as a video girl from the early 2000s to see how he’d react

You looked absolutely stunning

And Keishin literally could not handle it,

Nah like forreal.

Like most guys who were young in that era, he used to watch videos like 50cent’s ‘Candy Shop’, Ciara’s ‘[My] Goodies,’ and Nelly’s ‘Hot In Here’ and stare at the gorgeous dancers in the back that were simply eye candy

YO DJ PLAY THAT FUCKING TRACK: 💥👊

(A/N: If you don’t know these songs you’re too young for these headcanons. pls exit!!!!!)

Anyway,

To your man, You looked like the finest video vixen to ever live dressed as Normani in that Motivation video

Your hair was curly, your lips were glossed to the GAWDS and your hips didn’t lie as you danced at this 2000s themed Halloween party you both went to

Your man was having mad nostalgia there in the best way, everyone was having the time of their lives

But when he stopped to really stare at you on the dance floor with your girls, he replaced the setting and saw you dancing behind T.I grinding on a white 2004 Bentley

He got a boner so quick.

Because He was reminded that you were the sexiest thing alive.

He licked his lips, and was gone

That’s why it only took one more dance for him to have you in the coat closet, bent over with both your manicured hands hanging on to the doorknob for dear life as your fiancé fucked you with his fingers from behind

“Fuck, babe. You like that, huh?” He watched intently as your skirt flipped up and down with his finger strokes.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as Ukai’s middle finger hit that sweet spot inside your tight walls that only he knows how to find

“Y-yesss!!!”

Even with the booming music, you were being so loud. Still working his fingers, Keishin leaned in close to you and stuck his unoccupied fingers in your mouth to quiet you down.

Content by having some form of him in your mouth, you sucked on them with vigour, your eyes fluttering closed because your fiancé did not let up on his finger game.

“Good girl.” He breathed into your ear, making you squirm. “If I saw you in a video back then, I’d have to jack off to it every day.” He said, inserting another finger and curling them, making you see stars.

You shuddered, your incoming orgasm only allowing you to lazily swirl your tongue around the long fingers in your mouth.

“We’re making our own video when we get home. Got it?” Stated your fiancé. He leaned in closer to press his hard member through his pants on the side of your bare leg. You moaned.

“Got it?!” He repeated, speeding up his fingers that were inside you, making you clench around him.

You nodded as tears pricked at your eyes.

needless to say, the video you made that night was way better than any video he’d ever seen when he was young. 😉

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Kuroo Tetsurō -

Hogwarts Hottie 🕯👓

A/N: This is an ongoing debate within the fandom but lemme just say that I’m team -Kuroo is a sex God AND a nerd, aight?-

I’ve never read/seen HP but I just know this FINEASS man rates it

He has posters in his room, set memorabilia that he paid bare money for and everything

He picks you up around 10pm for the MSBY Halloween party, waiting in his car for you. It’s been 20 minutes.

But when Kuroo checks his watch one more time, annoyed that you were late, leaning forward to look at your porch through his passenger side window, his annoyance flees him and his heart stops because his eyes finally landed on you coming out.

He watched you lock up, the Hogwarts cape visible with a lightning bolt on the black fabric, and he has to stop himself from getting out before you lock the door so you guys can fuck first.....

he already took his seatbelt off smh. 🤦

The cape was absolutely accurate to the movies, but when you turned around.........

Kuroo choked on air.

All you wore was a body suit that exposed a lot of your beautiful chest, fishnet leggings that made him drool, and Harry Potter’s signature glasses that made you look like you just casted a spell to make your boyfriend horny all night

Fu-uck.

Tetsurō was still coughing from choking on air when you climbed into the car, and—concerned— you sat on your knees in the seat to be at a good angle to pat his back.

“Ku!!!! You okay!?!?”

Your boyfriend nodded through coughs, tears forming in his eyes due to the lung exertion and weird feeling in his throat.

When he started calming down, you relaxed, putting a hand over your beating heart. You began rubbing your boyfriend’s back soothingly instead, quirking an eyebrow because he seemed to be fine now, so why was he staring at the wand that you held on your lap?

“Kuroo...... are you okay?” You asked softly.

Your boyfriend lifts his gaze from your wand for a second, meeting your eyes questioningly. “Did you say Duro?” He asked.

“Huh? No I said Kuro-“

Before you could even finish your answer, your boyfriend shouted “WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!” And scooped you up using his strong arms, lifting you so that you were straddling his lap in your sexy costume.

You yelped, punching your boyfriend hard on the arm when he did that.

“KUROO WHAT THE FUCK—“

“Did you say Duro?” repeated the Raven with that half smirk that he knew made you wet.

“W-what?” Your anger dissipated, and you tried to look away.

Your man grabbed your chin in his hand and stabilized your position, leaning forward to start leaving wet and pleasurable kisses on your neck. You moaned, writhing in seconds after he nipped at you.

“It’s a spell,” Kuroo explained, moving one large hand under your cape to massage your ass over your fishnet leggings. He wanted to rip them so bad, but held back because he wanted to make you beg for it. “Say it,” Kuroo kissed harder into your skin, thinking the hickey he leaves there will make your costume all the sexier.

You let out a breathy moan as you shimmied your cape off your shoulders to allow your man more access to your neck. His mouth felt sooo good on your skin, and the tease fucking knew it. You were about to be a no-thoughts-head-empty ass bitch due to how good he was making you feel, but Kuroo repeated his demand, making sure you heard it the second time.

“S-say w-what?” You inquired, barely thinking anymore.

“The spell. Say: Duro.” Your boyfriend pushed you forward gently so that your back was leaning on the steering wheel more but not the horn. He then leaned down to kiss the skin on your chest, mainly the top of your breasts above your bodysuit, making your skin blaze with heat as a new wave of wetness hit your vag. You moaned loudly.

“D-Duro,” you relented, your back arching as you sought more friction. “Duro,” you repeated. “What does i-it-t m-me-mea-mean? Duro?”

Using your hands, you grabbed the dark locks of your boyfriend and he immediately groaned—getting very turned on.

Kuroo lifted his skin from your tasty skin so that his own lidded eyes met yours. He brought you back up so that your foreheads were pressed together. Tetsurō slid his hands to your hips and then he spoke lowly in his sex-voice that sent another wave of wetness through your panties.

“You say that spell…” He smirked. “to harden objects.” At the same time he finished his explanation, your man used his grip on your waist to press your lower body down so that your wet vagina pressed into the head of the hard and protruding tent in his pants.

You cried out in pleasure as you bucked your hips, letting his nerdy joke slide just this once. You needed more. Now!

Your bf Kuroo is a dork, yes, and he may make lame science and Harry Potter jokes........but you’ll be damned if his dick game wasn’t ✨magic✨

You’d be lying if you said this dork didn’t know how to use his big cock to transfer you to a new world.

No flying broomstick needed. 🧹

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Daichi Sawamura -

‘Hoe-se Me Down’ ☔️🔥, Firefighter

A/N: in the fandom, I’ve been seeing a bunch of people cancel the idea that Daichi is a cop now lmao and are dead set on calling mans a firefighter now, so LISTEN— YOUR GIRL IS ON THAT TRAIN TOO.

Period.

#FirefighterDadchi

The day your husband decided to quit his job and get a new one as a firefighter because he didn’t want to contribute to and/or work for an apparatus that abuses POC,

You decided to dress up hot as fuck (no pun intended) for Halloween in bed to show him how amazing you think he is

You wore an appropriate ghost costume to his new-member Halloween party,

But when you got home???????!!!!!!

D A M N .

Ma’am, your hubby was wondering why he didn’t switch careers sooner.

His OWN hose *wink wink* was rock hard as soon as you entered the bedroom from the bathroom, his eyes were huuuuge and he was breathing heavily already, chest rising and falling faster every step you took toward him

he sat on the bed counting his lucky stars.

“Oh my God, Y/N.....” Whispered Daichi. His eyes raked your figure, from your hat to your front zipper, and down to your perfect feet in those yellow heels. “Good call not wearing this to the party.” He breathed, hands reaching up to his neck quickly to loosen his tie. “I might have lost my job before I even started. I’m sure my boss and my crew would not have appreciated my display of ‘lack of control’ because I would not being able to control myself from fucking you in front of all of them.”

“Mmmm?” You bit your lower lip. “Maybe they would,” you finished seductively.

You finally stopped to stand in front of your husband, and you blushed a bit under his fiery gaze. He looked like he wanted to lick every inch of you, and it made you shiver.

Daichi immediately reached out and pulled you closer, immediately pressing his face in your cleavage. He hummed on the flesh. “You’re right,” he mumbled, moving his head from side to side to envelope himself in your amazing breasts. “They’d love to see the most beautiful woman in the world naked and moaning and cumming again and again. I’m gonna break our record tonight, baby.”

You giggled, listening to your husbands muddled voice in your chest. You are more than delighted and ready for the challenge your husband set out.

You had no doubt that he could make you cum 6 times tonight, beating his record.

Crawling your hand down, you pressed both your hands on Dai’s pecs and pushed, making him lay flat on his back on your King-sized bed.

Daichi’s eyes were dark and fucking arousing, the look of them alone forcing you to immediately crawl on top of him, straddling his waist and holding your firefighter helmet in place.

Sawamura licked his lips, his eyes scanning your frame again. “You are going to be the death of me,” he sighed, his hands lifting to hold your waist. “That hat looks so good on you. You’re beyond hot, my wife.”

Oh my God he looked so sexy under you like this. Your breath hitched. “Yeah?”

The brunette nodded, starting to take his tie off fully now. He tossed it to the side and made work on unbuttoning his dress shirt. How hard his dick was was telling him to remove his damn clothes—ASAP.

“You know what they say about firefighters right?” Daichi asked hurriedly, he was so flirty tonight after having a few drinks at the party, and you always loved this side of him when you got glimpses of it.

Unable to breathe because your husband made you so horny, you shook your head. He chuckled.

“The hotter you are, the faster we come.”

You smiled, leaning in to claim his lips in a searing hot kiss.

“That’s fine, baby.” You whispered. “That’ll only be 1 of 6 tonight, right?”

Daichi growled, rolling you two over so that he was now straddling your waist. You stared up at your sexy man in awe as he removed his dress shirt, exposing his rippling muscles to you. Oh my…….

Oh My God, your vag felt like a fucking hose right now by how much liquid dripped out when you saw his abs. You were so wet.

Your husband leaned down just like you did to kiss you silly. You moaned into the kiss, wanting more. When Daichi let your lips go, he sweetly took your hand and lifted it so that he could lay a kiss on the wedding ring he put there.

“Let’s go for 7 tonight, wife.” He purred, before unzipping the rest of your costume.

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Matsukawa Issei -

Hanamaki Takahiro 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

A/N: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YOOOOOOO FIGHT ME

THIS IS WHAT YOU DRESSED UP AS.

YOU HAD SET THIS UP FOR WEEKS, SETTING YOUR MAN UP FOR WHAT YOU TOLD HIM WOULD BE “THE SEXIEST HALLOWEEN COSTUME HE’S EVER SEEN IN HIS LIFE, YOU PROMISE”

YOUR BF WAS THINKING “BET” picturing you in a nurse costume, maid uniform, or a naughty school girl or something 🤤

SO WHEN YOU AND HANAMAKI’S GIRLFRIEND (who dressed as Mattsun!!!) HELD HANDS AND OBNOXIOUSLY SKIPPED INSIDE TO MEET YOUR TWO BOYFRIENDS AT THE BAR………………………………………….

MATSUHANA literally said nothing to y’all.

💀💀💀

They looked at you both, and then collected their things like:

AHHHHHHHHHHAHAHHAAAAAAAA

YOU FUCKING DID IT BRUV

IWA AND OIKAWA WOULD BE GAGGINGGGG:

The meme Kings were FINALLY stunned into silence !!!!

THE BANTER KINGS HAD NOTHING TO SAY.

They just stared.

Without a word, Hero & Makki chugged their new drinks and paid the bartender, walking out I repeat: without a WORD!

You chase after your boyfriend and jump on his back

“Booooooo Mattsun, why ya leaving?! We just got here! And I look sexy as hell! What happened to you were going to outdrink me tonight ?!” You couldn’t stop laughing at your boyfriends deadpan expression as you spoke. “I know you like thissss, stop capping!!!!”

Issei continued to wave down a taxi, ignoring you on his back.

“ISSEI STOPPPP HAHA, You love me and you love your bff Makki, so now you have both!!!! YOU’RE WELCOME!!!”

You jumped down and pulled the arm down that he was using to wave a taxi.

“Okay look! We can leave if you can look me in the eyes, then look at my entire costume and THEN tell me with a STRAIGHT FACE that you don’t like it.”

Your boyfriend stared at you challengingly, extremely annoyed because that is 100% something his best friend would say. Seeing you look like the female version of him was trippy, to say the lease, especially since he’s 3 drinks in.

You two had a staring contest with each other for a minute until Mattsun gave in and checked you out like you asked, looking down the length of your costume and back up to your temporarily dyed-pink hair that matched the shade of his best friend’s.

Mattsukawa lifted his eyes back to yours with a straight face:

(issei is p diddy)

You lifted an eyebrow, ready to call his bluff if he fucking tried it.

As if on cue, your boyfriend’s cheeks turned rosy pink. In admittance.

“I KNEW IT!!!!!!”

You exclaimed, grabbing Issei’s hand and pulling him back in the bar.

“I hate you. I hate you so much, Y/N.” grumbled your blushy boyfriend, following.

Without looking at him you smirked, secretly noting the fact that your boyfriend had not denied it yet.... nor could he 😏

A/N: not me realizing that I never linked part 2 in the part 1 links!!!! Smfh🤦🏾‍♀️ whatever. It’s there now!

Reqs for this series are CLOSED. 🚫

Happy Halloween 🎃🧡

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tonystarkhasaheart · 4 years ago

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You Know Who I am

Tony Stark X Reader

Word Count: 2,741

Summary: Y/N a stripper who has a day job at Stark Industries and her boss pays her a pretty generous visit

Author's Note: Even though this is my first fanfic it will have 4 parts, hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Part 2 is on it's way soon.

I look up at myself in the mirror, eyes heavy from the weight of my lashes, dark, smokey.. yet sensual. Lips plump and red, a deep red nothing too bright.

I take a moment to glance at the room around me, girls in and out the velvet curtain, changing clothes, spraying perfume and adding last-minute glitter. I look at my phone to check the time 12:46am.

“Hot date tonight?” I hear from my left, I don’t need to turn to see who it is, most of the girls here don’t talk to me, except for Siren. Not her real name of course, but I guess when you have a real-life outside of this you don’t want anyone to know it. I don’t blame her.

I set my phone down and look at her with a gentle smile and turn to the bag I keep under my station between rounds, pulling out my book to read. I can feel Siren’s breathe over my shoulder. “Just some light reading?” She asks.

I laugh lightly “The lightest I’ve read in a while actually.” I smile to myself as I run my fingers over the title on the cover of Quantum Physics and Theories of the Mind.

“Don’t want to spoil it for you” she said scooting back a bit with her hands up feigning surrender.

I smile again, I forgot I actually like her sense of humor “It’s okay,” I look up from the cover, “I already know the ending.”

Before any more words can be exchanged, I hear my stage name being called by the house mom. “Bambi, you’re up sweets!”

“Thank you, Cassandra!” I place my book back in its place and grab my money bag turning to Siren one last time, “Why don’t we ever hang out, outside of here?”

“Because you’re too busy being a smart ass in the real world,” Siren says with a smile.

I wink at her before walking through the velvet curtains where it is almost pitch black, except for the neon lights circulating the room and spotlights on the main stage. I scan the crowd as I listen to my heels click on my way up to the DJ booth. A number of regulars and just as many new faces but the back of one man’s head stood out. I couldn’t quite place it at the quick glance that I got, but he was sitting front and center so it wouldn’t be long before I figured it out.

A dancer by the name of Scarlett was finishing up and I gave the DJ my song. He looked and me and shook his head laughing “You never fail to surprise me” I smile and look back at the stage to see Scarlett doing her best and receiving money from plenty of customers, but she was focused on one, and he looked like he couldn’t care less. Front and center with a profile that could kill, elbow on the arm of his seat with his head in his hand and his sunglasses pointlessly resting on the bridge of his nose. And then it hit me, not only was he like the richest man alive; he was also, indirectly speaking, my boss. Tony Stark.

I had only briefly met him once after my orientation at Stark Industries, so I wasn’t worried about being recognized. It was the fact that he was the man I wanted to wake up to every morning to study his brilliant brain. Now that, that did the trick. I felt heat spread through my body starting at my core and working its way to my neck. I rubbed the back of my neck as I shook off the nerves. I got this, just another customer, just one with a lot more money than most.

As the music faded from Scarlett’s song, I watched her pick up her money and try and shove it in her bag. The DJ started talking to the crowd and hyping up Scarlett as she walked around collecting some final tips. She got on her knees in front of Mr. Stark and leaned in real close. Without a single change in his demeanor, he pulled a single bill from the inside of his suit jacket and handed it to her between his middle and index finger, as if he was trying to shoo her away. But even I could see it was a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill. She looked at the bill offended and snatched it from his fingers before finishing her way around the stage. Once she was done, she passed me with a huff, practically cussing the billionaire out as she exited the stage to the back with her bag overflowing with money from the other customers. Something about being a ‘cheap micropenis douche who wouldn’t be able to appreciate a good dance if it hit him in the face. I shook my head pushing the waves of my hair over my shoulder as the DJ started to introduce me.

“If you thought Scarlett was good let the bar know and you might be able to get a private dance before she leaves tonight. But you might not want to leave just yet because next, we have our very best. A woman who can turn any type of music into your new favorite song. Here to prove it once again, the seductress herself, Bambi!”

I laugh to myself at the length of his introduction, but it’s true I like a challenge and today I picked a song that I normally wouldn’t have. “Back in Black” by AC/DC started playing and I couldn’t help but notice a certain man in the front’s ears begin to perk up at the first couple of notes. Maybe it was my eyes playing tricks on me but I swear I even saw him sit up a little straighter.

I took confident, sexy strides towards the front of the stage and swayed my hips in a circle once I got in front of the pole. I held it as I circled it scanning the crowd. I dropped my hips and rose sensual making my ass bounce to the beat before turning my back to the pole and rolling my hips. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mr. Stark lean forward in his chair hands clasped, elbows on his knees. He was invested and I wanted to give him a show.

I started to climb the pole and as I did, he slid his sunglasses off his face, looking directly into my eyes, staring deep into my soul with the kindest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. But I knew tonight I wouldn’t get to see the pain or trauma he’s overcome through his eyes because tonight, they were filled with lust.

Lust, passion..Possession.

As I slid down the pole his eyes never left my body. I gracefully landed on the floor and crawled to the edge of the stage. I turned to lay on my back letting the waves of my hair cascade off the edge, I arched my back looking straight at him. In a swift motion, almost a blur, my view was clouded by the storm of papers falling from the sky. Now standing directly over me with his hands firmly pressed against the stage on either side of my face. As lay there on my back I realized what just happened. I just made a billionaire rain hundreds upon my body and his face hovering over mine, was him making his claim on me for the night.

I sensually brought myself back to my knees slightly rolling in the thick layer of money that covered the stage. I twirled my ass in a way I know would make anyone weak and I didn’t have to look back to know he was all in. Crawling my way back to the pole using it to stabilize myself as I try to stand, simultaneously trying not to trip on the stage that I couldn’t see anymore. Now this wasn’t my first time getting rained on at the club, however when I looked down, the most notable difference between now and any other time it’s happened was that it was normally a slew of ones, maybe some fives, occasionally a couple stray twenties. But this... was all hundreds. Strictly Benjamin’s scattered across the whole stage to the point you couldn’t see anyone else’s money that was thrown during my set. I’m definitely going to need a bigger money bag.

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Three trash bags, four security guards and five songs later, I just about collected all the money Mr. Stark threw for me. Now usually, we don’t get help picking up our money, unless it’s a VIP room shared by three or more dancers. However, because of the sheer amount of money and the fact that I was the club’s best dancer, they played favorites tonight. Not to mention girls from the back started to pick up bills that had overflowed from the stage onto the floor. Even some of the customers started pocketing some of the cash and honestly, could you blame them?

I immediately gave the bags of money to our house mom so she could cash me out for the night, but as I handed her my bags she told me I had a VIP room and she would put the bags in her safe until I was done. My heart sped up a bit as I hoped it was the very generous billionaire, but what are the odds that he would get a VIP room with me right after throwing a million dollars at me, literally. Technically I could’ve turned it down, I mean I definitely made more than enough money tonight, but part of me wanted to see who it was.

I touched up my makeup, ran a brush through my hair and freshened up a bit before changing my heels to a more comfortable black pair. As I walked through the curtains to the main floor, I could see Siren on stage dancing to “Body Party” by Ciara. I took note that the front row seat was occupied by another man. My heartbeat quickened as I turned towards the VIP rooms down the hall.

The closer I got I could hear the voice I dreamed of waking up next to. I took a deep breath primped my hair and opened the door to the room. His back was turned to me as he talked into his phone. He seemed unamused and inconvenienced. I took the moment to admire his figure as he hung up, not noticing my presence yet. He ran his hand over his face and through his hair, oh how I’d love to lace my fingers through those tresses, before throwing his phone at the coach.

“I heard you were looking for a private dance,” I say as I entering the room further making my presence known.

Unfazed by this discovery, he turned around with that signature smirk. All doubt and suspicions placed aside I was standing in front of the Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist himself, Tony Stark.

“And I heard you were the best,” taking a step closer to me.

“Depends on who you ask,” mimicking his actions.

“I trust my sources,” he said looking me up and down “, they’ve never failed me before.”

“Once or twice is not never,” I scoffed remembering the time my team had to cover a minuscule mistake in one of the details for a new clean air prototype we were working on that could have cost the company millions because one of his “sources” said it looked good enough.

“What are you-” I cut him off, closing the distance between us and reach for his tie to play with between my fingers. The way the fabric felt between my fingers let me know it was no clip-on, job interview tie. It was probably custom-made and imported from France or something ridiculous like that.

“So are we going stand here and banter or did you want that dance. Or was that an excuse to get me alone?”

“You better watch yourself, princess”

“Oh,” I tilted my head to the side challenging his very existence “, or what?”

“You know who I am.”

“Hmm, so maybe I do, but we have rules here,” I push him back on the couch “, Sir.” I smirk before climbing on him and straddling his lap placing my hands on his chest on either side of his arc reactor. I feel him tense slightly as I touched his chest, maybe an insecurity. I scanned his eyes, easily reading everything that fed into my suspicions. He looked as if I would turn and run in fear that he was some sort of monster, at any second just because it was there. I bring one of my hands to his cheek and stroked it in reassurance, silently letting him know I wasn’t going anywhere and not just because he was paying me to be here. He let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and regained his cockiness. All traces of the vulnerable moment we shared gone as I slid my hand down his neck to rest on his shoulder.

“So, it looks like I’m getting my dance after all,” he said running his hands up my thighs and resting them on my hips.

I started to roll my hips in circles, biting my lip so I wouldn’t enjoy the touch of his hands on my bare skin too much, “It would appear so.”

“What does a girl like you know about AC/DC?”

“I’m offended Mr. Stark, a girl like me?” I grabbed the hair at the base of his neck pulling lightly, tilting his head back. He groaned as I rolled my hips harder for emphasis.

“That’s not what I—fuck.”

I smiled as he squeezed his eyes shut, admiring the twisted expression his face held. I took the hand that was resting on his chest up his neck to his face running my fingers over his lips, they parted instinctively, before cupping his cheek and leaning in close to his ear whispering, “Mr. Stark I’m afraid you know nothing about me and the type of girl I am.”

His hands slid further up my waist gripping me tightly. At least I’d have a couple bruises to remember him by. He opened his eyes and for the split second I saw them, they were pitch black. He growled slightly pulling me into the most animalistic, passionate kiss I have ever shared with anyone. Quick to reciprocate, I wrapped both my arms around his neck, lacing my fingers in his hair, desperately trying to grasp on to any bit of sanity I had left. He bit my lip asking me for the permission that I granted him oh so quickly and without hesitation. He moved swiftly and his presence was so strong I was intoxicated by his scent, he was everywhere and nowhere at once, flooding my senses with everything that was him. I pulled away reluctantly needing to catch my breath. It came out in gasps, but he didn’t miss a beat sliding down to my neck feverishly, desperate to have my flesh between his lips.

“Mr. Stark,” I moaned.

“Call me Tony,” he said.

“I-I can’t,” I gasped, fighting another moan.

“Why not, princess?” barely letting his lips leave my neck even for a second, not seeming fazed by my answer. I could feel the smile on his lips, I couldn’t give in.

“I just, I can’t tell you.” Whatever spell he had me under was about to have me sleep with my boss without him even knowing he was my boss. Not that it wouldn’t be consensual but I still wouldn’t want to raise any problems at work.

He hummed against my neck and licked from the base of my throat to my ear then peppered kisses back to my lips before saying, “You’re trying to hide something from me, but I’ll figure it out.” He started to stand and I slid off of his lap still in his tight embrace. He leaned down kissing the corner of my mouth and whispered in my ear, “You know who I am,” and with that, he straightened his jacket grabbed his phone and left the room.

There I stood lipstick smudged, high off the intoxicating drug that was Anthony Edward Stark.

#tony stark #iron man #tony stark has a heart #robert downey jr #rdj #rdj x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x reader #fanfic #mcu #you know who i am

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userholland · 4 years ago

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Elaborate on why you didn’t like Cherry? I wanna know your opinion! :)

before i start, i am not saying that i hated this movie or i dislike it because it’s not a marvel film. i tried to go in with an open mind and i had read the book prior so, i was very anticipated for this movie! i am also not bashing on anyone else’s opinions about this movie as well, this is my personal opinion and if you don’t like that, that’s fine! i’m summarizing in points and calling it...

“liz’s cherry review: you can not like a movie, but enjoy the actors in it and understand the message. 🍒”

if i had to grade this movie, it would be at least a C- and the reason is because this movie was completely flashy to me. the characters were one dimensional, the directing was confusing, the dialogue was blunt and choppy and overall, i think they cut out so many great parts of what the book was and what made me want to see this film.

what i liked:

- the raw and real details of what going through addiction and withdrawal is. i think as graphic and comedic as it was, part 4/5 was always the hardest part to get through. you not only see the downfall of two characters that solely depend on each other, but you see that they also can’t save each other and what their demons. as we see, emily slowly disengages from cherry unless she needs to shoot up or needs pills. while their relationship wasn’t perfect, you still wanted them to both find some kind of hope and i think that is mainly supported by tom & ciara’s acting. it was nice to see in interviews that they actually formed a bond behind the screen and they could trust each other when it came to filming multiple scenes of “shooting up heroin�� with real needles.

- the message of how veterans can feel like the country they fought for can also turn against them. even though it wasn’t as boldly executed as i thought, i think that the “aftermath of war” homage was necessary for this film since it’s sort of the reasoning for what cherry’s actions after in part 5 and 6. it’s something that real soldiers have to deal with, experiencing trauma and the urge to fight back when it’s suddenly stripped away when they are sent home. they have to go back to living normally, but they don’t know how to and i think again, it was very raw and it’s something we all need to hear/realize. yes, the army and the military overall today is controversial and always has been, but it still comes with terrible consequences that young men go through and some of nothing to turn to and feel betrayed.

what i disliked:

- the relationship and entire romance of cherry and emily. (aka leaving out some huge subplots that could have built up their relationship more). from what i remember about the book, this is not the cherry and emily i pictured. they weren’t some dumb kids who fell in love then got hooked to drugs. they were this dysfunctional couple who lied and cheated to each other, hoping they would both end the toxicity of their back and forth relationship, but they still persisted and soon, they were both violently torn with wanting to be normal, but they had to get high. there are multiples times in this film where emily is more than supportive and admits she loves cherry a few times, but in the book, she wasn’t there for him most of the time unless they were getting high together. they got divorced and they both cheated at least once on each other and i think that it would have been nice to see the struggle of their relationship and to question what kind of relationship it even was. i wanted to see the battle of “are they truly in love or are they using each other with the past they used to have” love that was in the book. i think they were brightened up too much and it’s sad that the main focus was their relationship throughout each part of the film, when reading it, to me, was really was like pulling teeth. while i can’t deny the chemistry of the characters on screen was amazing, i just didn’t like how they made them fluffy.

- the soundtrack. i’m not gonna explain much because this is truly opinionated and possibly a bit petty, but none of the songs or even instrumentals stuck with me. it didn’t make me emotional, it didn’t add to the scenes. they just weren’t for me.

- the one dimension i felt with emily’s character. now, i will say that ciara bravo acted the hell out of this role and it was amazing to see what she was given and she just ran with it. probs to her 100%, but i did think that emily’s character was completely underdeveloped in this movie. like in my previous point, emily was sort of a vice to cherry rather than a shoulder to cry on. he wanted her, he had her, he lost her a few times, he got her back, but he realized he ruined her. their whole relationship was manipulated, and i think the part where she yells at him in the bathtub is one of my favorite parts of the movie because that’s the emily i wanted to see more. she was the emily i read from the book and she was also dealing with her struggles with her home life. i think they could have given her more time.

- the madison scene. i was expecting madison to have a bigger part in part 1 where she’s only mentioned and obviously cherry had a sort of weird relationship with her, but they only explained it in a 2-3 minutes. it made it seem like she was just temporary from the start, which yes, she sort of was, but they ended up having sex & then he left her and even thought about her a few times. i just think that they could have either added more or completely cut the scene. but quoting the book there was nice too... i guess.

- everything felt rushed, and maybe that was their purpose, but i think this could have been something much more developed. what i keep saying is that this should have been a six part series. not only do you have an hour dedicated to every single part, but you also just have development of characters. that’s why we get invested in tv shows is because the characters have trials and tribulations of who they are. it was stressful and a bit boring to sit through a 2 1/2 hour movie in all honesty. i’m not saying that “oh this movie isn’t for people who have short attention spans”, but rather i would have liked to see more plot.

- the ending. i... hated the ending. it may be my least favorite part of the movie when it’s supposed to be the conclusion. maybe it’s just because a movie like this, i expect characters to be faced with the unknown, but this is a movie based on real life. the author has his own life now after jail and to see that ending? i was disappointed. instead of transition scenes of cherry’s “growth” in jail, i would have liked them to have short scenes of how his life in jail is like a god-send a bit. how he was able to step away from all the chaos he caused and he recovered somewhere with no vices around him. i don’t think it was a movie that had a “heart-warming” ending because you go through this rollercoaster of a relationship only for him to be waited for when it was not like that in the book.

overall:

i think this film was... okay. i could go on and on about the small things, but in short words, i disliked it because of it’s directing. i blame the russo brother’s execution on it, not saying that the overall product was terrible. i know some people had the same opinions and i can see why. do i plan ever watching it again? never. it’s not a movie that’s for me or a movie that i want to see pan out again because it was really hard to watch, not because of the gore or sex, but because it is a movie about struggle and pain. you don’t want to side with these characters, but goddamnit you want them to get some fucking help. great job to tom and ciara and it’s nice to know they are actually friends and trusted each other so much with this. i really hope to see them in more projects together in the future!

#cherry #cherry spoilers #liz's opinion corner #?????#anon #did some corrections!

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rockcrow20 · 5 years ago

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Reasons I Still Believe in Kaylor - (Updated 3rd March)

Observations since the red “wedding” that make me still believe that Kaylor are still together.

Thank you to everyone in this fandom for there contributions, posts, observations and secret government agency level clue finding skills. (X = links to relevant posts).

Oct 22nd 2018 - Taylors forget me knots flower t-shirt while in OZ..X

Oct 31st 2018 - New Video in Karlie’s Kitchen and she still had the Kaylor photos up.. X

Nov 9th 2018 - Tay sings out of the woods on Tour and Karlie and co post photos in the woods.. X

Nov 16th 2018 - Taylors matching Karlie Clutch at the AMA’s.. X. also kinda matching outfits..X

Jan 15th 2019 - Karlie’s Astrology post with Sagittarius book shown underneath.. X

Feb 25th 2019 - Karlie rocking a Tye Dye t-shirt at Paris Week with Gigi in tow, hello lover merch and also similar to a shirt Tay was seen in also another PR episode themed tye dye (in 2020).. X X X

Feb 28th 2019 - Hanging out with Gigi at PFW X X X X

March 3rd 2019 - Karlie was in Paris for fashion week - Off White walk on 28th Feb then mysteriously posts that she was passing through NY on the 3rd of March before appearing back in Paris for the Stella McCartney show on the 4th March. Where did she mysteriously fly to and why point it out that she was back in America for some unknown reason - plus we know beginning of march is significant for them aka Big Sur or Love locked down...X X X X

March 14th 2019 - Taylor leaving/disappearing early from the Iheart awards the same night Project Runway Premiered..X

March 14th 2019 - Watch what happens live - Karlie getting asked about Taylor - there is a smirk..X

March 14th 2019 - Interesting anon telling Kaylors not to give up.. X

March 31st 2019 - Tay and KK liking the same Ciara post - X

April 2019 maybe??- The i need to make a phone call when filming ME when adopting Benjamin..X

April 16th 2019 - The Lover Butterfly Mural - 2 lady birds, giraffe print, similar previous to karlie VS wings..X X

April 2019 - Berlin video of karlie playing piano with “a interesting” female voice laughing at the end and saying you always.. X X

April 2019 - The man in the umbrella in the ME music video - looks like someone covered up with makeup, could potentially to be karlie?? Or is it Taylor giving us a nod the the Man music video?? X

May 18th 2019 - Tays ‘we’ slip on the Ellen show then saying its just me and the cats.. X X

May 30th 2019 - Karlie using ME! and 2AM in a story.. X X

June 3rd 2019 - Tay wearing a yellow T-shirt with her Wango Tango rainbow outfit.. X

June 6th 2019 - Karlie using a BBF vogue video gif.. X X

June 17th 2019 - THE HAND in the YNTCD teaser video - no one can convince me this isn't Karlie’s hand.. X X X X X

June 17th 2019 - Lover straw in the YNTCD video similar to Karlie’s bride straw. Also the Mint mojito it’s sitting in linking to Karlie’s 73 Question video where she says Mojitos are a favourite..X X

June 2019 - YNTCD with Taylor carrying out a Daisy from her burning trailer plus Daisies making a number of appearances.. X X X X

June 2019 - Taylor wearing the french fries suit in the YNTCD video then karlie saying in reply to a fan “not pregnant just love french fries!!!!” X

June 25th 2019 - KK’s Dad liking certain comments on the Wyoming stunt..X

July 4th 2019 - Abigail liking a KK insta post after the SB drama started.. X

Aug 3rd 2019 - Tay posts Lover Heart crispies pic on KK’s birthday.. X

Aug 16th 2019 - Release date of Lover Track being 13 days after KK’s bday and also track 3 aka KK birthday day also its 3.41 long (3+4+1=8).. X X X

Aug 16th 2019 - Lover lyric video with the kaylor sparklers video plus potential daises and big sur falcon pic.. X X

Aug 18th 2019 - Karlie listening to lover track on her Spotify X X X X

Aug 22nd 2019 - Lover video fishbowl scene X Also the snow-globe imagery and selling it in her merch.” dancing in a snow-globe round and round “ VSFS 2013 X X X

Aug 23rd 2019 - Lover release date may coincide with a certain date range where Kaylor may have gotten engaged.. X X

Aug 23rd 2019 - Lover album in general - Cornelia street, Lover, False God etc etc we all know it plus the release letters all over NY..X X

Sept 9th 2019 - The E news rundown video X

Sept 10th 2019 - Lover Paris Concert Mural ummm a polaroid, locket..X X X X

Nov 14th 2019 _ Karlie’s off the wall post during when SB was not letting Tay perform her songs - which i think is her being off the wall angry.. X

Nov 14th 2019 - Selena liking a Hung Vanngo post of Karlie..X

Nov 13th 2019 - Lover remix released on the anniversary of their first meeting VS2013 - “the girl in my story has always been you”..X X X

Nov 21st 2019 - The orange girl In YNTCD along with the Karlie Vogue cover in orange with cactus jewellery.. X X

Nov 25th 2019 - Use of a ballerina for her Lover AMA performance and then karlie also mentioning said ballerina months later in a insta story.. X X

Dec 4th 2019 - Taylor Wearing the VS angel ring on the kiss gate anniversary X X X X X

Dec 6th 2019 - Christmas Tree Farm song lyrics and happiness

Dec 12th 2019 - Taylor posting a pic of her with the huge cats door and then low and behold the following PR episode Karlie walks through a giant door for a Cats promo episode.. X X X X

Jan 2020 - PR episode with Cyndi Lauper aka photo with Taylor at Billboard Women awards and also having Laverne Cox as a guest too..X X

Jan 2nd 2020 - Martha liking KK’s post celebrating her vogue covers which includes the Kaylor one..X

Jan 23rd 2020 - The use of the song Karlie what you want, (karlie would you want to) song in Miss Americana when talking about her partner also the home video.. X X also this X

Jan/Feb 2020 - The cake recently that Karlie brought to a party that looks exactly like Taylor’s birthday cake from her pic in the studio with Jack plus the cake in Miss Americana X X X

Feb 6th 2020 - The song release of the Man and KK having a suits themed PR episode..X X X

Feb 12th 2020 - KK’s Daisy coat X

Feb 18th 2020 - The drawn Bethany Richards picture of the rainbow dress Taylor wore to the NFL draft on KK’s Galantines insta story..X

Feb 19th 2020 - KK scrapbook present has it open on a page featuring a daisy and giraffe in her thank you video X X

Feb 20th 2020 - Martha - Lily Ashley liking a Gigi disposable acct post of Bella with karlie in the background X X X

Feb 25th 2020 - Potentially the orange hand in the Man promo pic being Karlie’s X

Feb 27th 2020 - Photographed backstage chatting to Gigi at PFW off white walk X X X

Feb 27th 2020 - Taylor posting the picture of the Man scene where she leaves a brunette female in bed X X X X X

Feb 27th 2020 - The man video - “secret moments in a crowded room” with two women secretly touching each other on the train X X

Feb 27th 2020 - The similarity or shade with the wedding scene aka fake wedding no celebrant bride not happy during the cake scene X X X X X X

Feb 27th 2020 - Louboutin shoes - karlie at a show (24th feb), the man MV Tylers shoes, kimbys workplace X X X

Feb 29th 2020 - Hanging out with Cara at PFW after Cara has been quite vocal in her support of Taylor. X X X

Feb 29th 2020 - Cara twice posting pics with Karlie X X X X Also previous post of Cara’s featuring Tay liked by Karlie X

Karlie Being seen with Cara Lily and Gigi in recent times X

Lily mentioning Karlie in youtube videos and liking her posts. X

Feb 29th 2020 - iwanthermidnights getting a taylor like (her second one) X X X now getting a karlie like on a insta comment

Mar 2nd 2020 - Karlie replying to youtube comments made by kaylor/taylor acct names X

General -

These Karlie wine photos just give me kaylor feels X X X X X

Karlie continuously latergraming and the Fiordland spelling mistake incident plus always periods of days where she is MIA aka christmas and coming back looking a bit sun reddened and wearing jumpers, posting dark pictures.. X

Often posting and tweeting within minutes of each other eg kobe posts etc

Karlie’s taking a lot photos from the rooftops in New York City and posting them after Lover’s release. X Her saying she picks gold over silver and that stating NYC is her favorite city vs Joe saying London is his favorite city.

OTHER posts to note..X X X X X X X X X X X

Thank you to everyone who responded with things i missed much appreciated!

#kaylor

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swishandthenflick · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by @teabooksandsweets ♥ Thank you so much lovely!! Hope you are healthy and well!!!

Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Tag 10 (or however many) people.

This is Us

Doctor Who

Agatha Christie’s Poirot

Scrubs

The Middle

Who is your favourite character in 2?

Okay this is hard because this show has a huge cast. Obviously I love the doctor. Which doctor though? My favourite doctors are 10 and 12 for different reasons. 10 was my first doctor so he will always have a special place in my heart. My dad watched this show while David Tennant played the doctor and he was the one that introduced me to this series. The 12th doctor was familiar and at the same time different. His personality was not very likeable but I really loved the fact that he wanted to be a good man and seemed to care less than all the others doctors combined but in reality 12th was the one that cared the most!!

Who is your least favourite character in 1?

I suppose that in the beginning I did not like Kevin so much or Miguel but they grew on me. I do not have any character that I dislike right now. I think that all the characters have their faults but in the end they try to be the best versions of themselves. They never give up no matter the hardships they have faced and they fill me with positivity.

What is your favourite episode of 4?

The first and last episode are so great and the last one gives me all the feels. I also love the episode “ My fallen Idol”, so real and so emotional and of course every episode that Brendan Fraser has been in! (looking at you @ciceros-ghost :)))

What is your favourite season of 5?

I really like the 1st 6th and last season of the show. But the whole show is great!!!

Who is your favourite couple in 3?

This series does not have many couples if you ignore all the cupid matches that Poirot makes. He is great at creating couples. My favourite I guess is Captain Hastings and Dulcie Duveen his wife another match made by Poirot.

Who is your favourite couple in 2?

I have to pick Rory and Amy. They have such a wonderful relationship. At first glance they do not look like a good couple but after a couple of minutes they are the real deal. Rory was pretty amazing from the beginning and Amy grew so much through the course of their relationship. They went through many things but always chose one another in the end. If I have to pick a brotp though definitely Donna and Ten!!!

What is your favourite episode of 1?

The first episode that started it all and made me fall in love with the show, also “ Super Bowl Sunday” ( I cried so much though but it was an amazing episode) “The Cabin” also a big cry and “After the Fire” since I love what ifs and Jack is my favourite character!!! And now I realise that I picked the episodes that made me cry the hardest!!

What is your favourite episode of 5?

Every episode that is Sue centred since she is a sunshine and literally the nicest and most positive person ever. Special kudos to the final and “The Graduate” episodes!!!

What is your favourite season of 2?

It’s so hard to choose a season if I have to pick though I would say the 4th because of Donna and all the seasons Jenna Coleman has played (I love her acting!!)

How long have you watched 1?

Only for a couple of months I actually binge-watched it during the quarantine but it became a quick favourite!!!

How did you become interested in 3?

Again my father was the reason behind it. “Murder on the Orient Express” was given with a newspaper and my father gave it to me saying maybe you will like this book. Then all hell broke loose. I started reading the books and then searched for any movie adaptations. This is how I ended up discovering David Suchet’s amazing Poirot!!

Who is your favourite actor in 4?

John C. McGinley and Neil Flynn were the best for me. They are great actors and they played their roles extremely well!!

Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

This is so hard don’t let me choose. I love all of them for different reasons!!

Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3?

I have seen all the episodes of 1 and 3( The easiest answer I gave). They are both so good that you cannot stop until you finish all the episodes.

If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

I guess one of the anonymous doctors in the back. The drama is good but we are here to become doctors after all.

Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

Omg I don’t think that this would be possible. They are set at different times but I guess that if we had a modern Poirot and he went for a check up and a murder was commited. After all anything can happen inside J.D’s head.

Pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple?

I can’t imagine the couples any different than they are now. I think that all the couples have found their perfect match!!

Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

3 and five are so different. I love both storylines for different reasons!!

Which has better theme music, 2 or 4?

Definitely 2. It has such a great music theme. Scrubs does not have a lot of music with the exception of the great musical episode. I really love the beginning theme in both but Doctor Who definitely wins this round!!

Tagging : @anelementofsurprise @absolute-twaddle @bibpevensie@ciara-jane @ciceros-ghost @doctor-punkenstein @maraschino-merry @jameskirk-spaceidiot @serenastella @poirott and everyone else that wants to do this

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burned-gucci · 4 years ago

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(Your) Friendship Reaction: Friday Night With The Girls!

A fairly casual Friday night sleepover with your best friend(s)

Karina:

She had asked you to come over tonight to play games, eat, drink, sleep. Maybe some scary movies. However, the plan seemingly changed when showed up to her place and found her in the bathroom bleaching her hair with a box of burgundy hair dye on the sink in front of her.

Karina definitely isn't shy about dying her hair, she changes hair colors like one would change out a load of laundry. It feels like every time you see you she has a new hair color, so this really isn't new. It's also not new for her to switch plans last minute cause truth be told, she never knows what she wants to do until that moment hits and an idea springs into her mind.

As she continued bleeching her hair, you hoped up on the sink counter and watched her while you talked. She said you could use her nail polish, mess with her makeup, do whatever you wanted. Play whatever music you wanted. If you liked, she even offered to dye your hair as well since she has plenty. It was up to you!

You guys ended up talking about a number of things. Discussing the latest episode of your favorite tv series and guessing what would happen next using logic from what has happened thus far. She laughed at random jokes and lines you repeated from the show, knowing exactly what scene you were refering to as she commented back with the next line. Afterwards y'all talked music videos, celebrities you both like and dislike maybe. Filled each other in on the news (celebrity or politics). Once the bleach was in and her hair was held up in a plastic bag, she went to grab her keys so you could both go grab some food, she let you choose the place.

It was always kinda weird how shameless she is but at the same time, her confidence about it is inspiring and one of her best qualities. Anywho, hoping in her broken apart damaged black car that no-one knows how it's still running, Karina drove you guys to the restraunt and put in your order picking up the food and driving back JUST in time for her to wash out her hair.

You ate as she washed her hair and attempted to eat little bites of her food as she applied the hair coloring, not wanting to waste time in between. As you low-key called her gross and made jokes you still helped her eat while feeding her little bites of food, teasing her sometimes and making her chase the fork/spoon/iteam. Overall, the eating process was full of laughing and her threatening to dump the hair dye on you just for you to threaten dipping her food in the hair color changing soup in return.

As her hair dye had to sit in for 45 minutes, the two of you watched music videos and played kids monopoly, or jenga. As they're the only games she currently owns! Karina being the not-so-well-focused girl that she is, ended up losing for silly reasons. In jenga she lost because she didn't realise 2/3 of the blocks in the middle row had already been pulled out, since she was eyes glued on the video, and she ended up pulling the last block and knocking the whole tower over in the process. During monopoly she simply had bad luck of sitting in jail throughout half of the game, allowing you to buy the majority of the properties. The other half the game she was paying you and the bank causing her to go bankrupt with only one or two properties being owned by her.

After the game you end up helping her wash out and dry her hair upon her endless begging you to just for her in the end to decide she isn't sure how she feels about this color. After spending about 4 hours total on her hair, she kinda wishes it was still black but she decides to leave it anyways. Insisting she'll clean up the bathroom mess tomorrow (she won't) she pulls you back to the living room and puts on your favorite movie for you guys to watch in the backround while sharing random stories back and forth.

Ciara:

Ciara isn't entirely sure why she invited you over at night knowing well enough she isn't a night time person. She's usually asleep before 11pm. However, she's really missed hanging out with you lately and your presence alone gives her so much energy and makes her happy.

When you arrived, she was eating a bowl of cheerios and drinking some gatorade while scrolling through instagram looking at denim skirts. The first thing she said to you as you walked inside the house was 'what do you think of this?' As she held her phone up to show you a light blue denim knee length skirt with a yellow sunshine on the bottom right side. You gave your opinion on it as you sat across from her at the table. "You're welcome to the kitchen. I don't care what you eat as long as I don't have to make it." She pointed towards the kitchen as she continued to scroll. Almost dropping the phone in her bowl of milk, as you made your choice on what to do, Ciara ended up slapping the phone back at herself and hitting herself in the face with it. Laughing and half crying, she placed the phone on the table and held her nose. "Maybe I should put that down for now!" She stated fairly loudly before getting back to her food.

After eating and placing the dishes in the sink for her to wash later, Ciara headed to her room with you close behind. Forgetting she had washed her sheets earlier, Ciara had to now make her bed. She asked you for help putting the bottom sheet on, let you choose your own blanket from the closet, she made the rest of the bed half efforted. Wrinkles covered the sheets and the pillows were simply thrown at the top of the bed but she didn't care much since you guys were both going to be laying in it immediately anyways!

Crawling into bed to lay on the side closest to the window, Ciara situated herself before tapping the bed beside her for you to lay down. Knowing you well enough, she handed you a book you love/turned the tv onto your favorite channel and let you do your own things as she scrolled through instagram once again occasionally asking for your opinion on certain clothing iteams.

If you have any to share, she listened to you share your thoughts, about whatever was on your mind. She gave her advice and shared her honest opinions in return. If you just wanted to lay there and watch your show/read your book she was fine with that too. She just wanted to be with you and hang together. Not necessarily do something together, that's what tomorrow is for!

At some point, your unsure of when, she managed to fall asleep facing the wall using her arm as a pillow, her actual pillow tossed to the foot of the bed. She was curled up halfway in a ball half stretched out, taking up half the bed space. She looked peaceful, almost dead she was so still and quiet, but peaceful.

Monse:

She had everything planned out! Dinner: Taco Bar! She made different kinds of main fillings based on your tastes and hers. Included little things she knows you love and she set the table up in a very aesthetic and neat way. Drinks: at the store she made sure to buy a few of your favorite drinks as well as a case of water. She also made homemade punch using sherbet ice cream and 7up/Sprite. Outfits: She had your guys matching Marvel/DC robes ans pj sets pulled out and on her bed. Hers was a Nebula/Poison ivy (depending on which one you prefer) set while yours was Gamora/Harley Quinn (dending).

Once you got there, you guys would eat then change. As you ate, she asked all about your day, let you rant and get everything off your cheat if need be. She told you what you wanted to hear and what you needed to hear as you guys discissed several topics. After eating she let you use the bedroom/bathroom to get ready first while she cleaned up the mess before going to change her own clothes and get ready for bed.

Afterwards, she set up the table with posterboard, construction paper, assorted art supplies, ect because tonight you guys will be making your own board game! Whether it be a toally made up game based on shared thoughts between you two or a remake of an already owned and made game. EX.: Marvel/DC based monopoly. Twister using memes. Your own version of battle ship or LIFE. Whatever it may be!

As you both divided up the jobs of who does what parts and as you agreed upon one main idea for the game/gave ideas for the game, Monse played your guys 'Alien Dreamz' playlist AKA the music playlist you guys made last time you spent the night. The whole time y'all were making the game she kept making really bad puns. As she was measuring the cardboard she came up with 'whos the King of school supplies? The RULER!' Before laughing at her own joke. She asked: 'Whats a frogs favorite art supply? Ribbon-t, Ribbon-t' and actually sounding like a frog as she cut ribbon for decoration. The list is endless honestly.

While working on your guys project, between her bad jokes, she complimented you on random things that she genuinely adores about you. Like how pretty/handsom/cute you look when you're focused. Or how she loves the way your hands look as you use a pair of scissors. How soft your eyelashes look. How much she loves your laugh/singing voice. Ect. If you compliment her back, she'll blush and giggle feeling shy but so happy under the surface.

Eventually, she gets really tired and asks if your ready to go to bed saying y'all can finish the game in the morning. You end up laying on the bed she made on the floor out of twelve dozens blankets and pillows, stuffed animals and sheets. While you lay together you share a bowl of popcorn/snack of your choice while watching the Simpsons or any tv show you want if you don't like the Simpsons. She tries so hard to wait for you to fall asleep first so you won't feel lonely but she was so tired she ended up falling asleep a few minutes before you do.

Question of the Day:

Can you/do you stay up late or fall asleep at a decent/early hour?

My Answer:

Depends on the day! Some nights I'm asleep at 7pm some times I can stay up for 80+ hours. It just depends!

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written-on-the-trees · 4 years ago

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Strawberry Necklace Part 4 - Yungblud Fan Fiction

Word Count: 2175

Warnings: None, for this part. Smut, fem-dom, and prostitution for the whole story.

Summary: Nova decides that, one way of another, she’s going to come to a turning point in her relationship with Dom.

Where else can you find this: Ao3 | Wattpad

Part Three | Part Five

Nova walked into her flat, dropped her holdall by the front door, and sighed.

The flat was silent, and Nova wasn't sure if that was relaxing or depressing. After being in a house with three kids for the past forty-eight hours, the quiet wasn't unwelcome...except it also was, since it brought with it a feeling of being alone. It was definitely more depressing than relaxing.

Decision made, Nova called out to her smart speaker, and a few seconds later the sound of her In This Moment playlist was filling the apartment.

Nova pushed past the lingering feeling of lonesomeness, wondered toward the kitchen. Things had been alright at Stella's; the kids had kept her too busy to think of anything except the present, with Kieran wanting her to read with him, Ciara wanting her to watch TikToks with her, and Roisin trying to get around Stella's back to try and get Nova to teach her how to apply heavy make-up. Between that and helping Stella keep the house in order, Nova hadn't had much time to do anything except just be. She hadn't even had time to send Dom the picture she'd taken of herself in the necklace - she certainly hadn't had time to think about what she was going to do about Dom.

But she was going to have to do something, even if she didn't know what it was yet...or even where she would even begin to come up with what it would be.

Sighing again, Nova pulled a box of grapes out of the fridge and sat at the breakfast bar, picking at the them disinterestedly.

If she was being honest with herself, she knew she was just procrastinating, and that she should stop it. There was no point putting off the inevitable; she was going to have to make a decision, and she was going to have to do it soon, before it was taken out of her hands.

Or I could do exactly that. Just see what happens, go with whatever hand I've been dealt.

Nova dismissed the thought almost immediately. That just wasn't how she did things.

She didn't just 'go with' things; she made things go her way, as much as she could. Of course there were things she couldn't control, but if Nova wanted something to happen, she tried her best to make it happen. She always had, and she wasn't about to stop now just because she was faced with a difficult decision.

Even if it was tempting to pass that decision to literally anyone else - and it really, really was tempting - in the end it was her decision to make. If she didn't, she'd always wonder what would've happened if she hadn't been too scared to refuse accept any responsibility, and so she had to make a choice.

Pursue something with Dom.

Or let him go.

Logically, she knew she should choose the second option. Dom was sweet, but he was twenty-one to her thirty-two: naive: idealistic: and very, very different from her. Where he seemed like an optimist, Nova knew she was a pessimist. Where he was outgoing and energetic, she was reserved and sedate. He was a sweetheart, and she was bitter and cynical. All of that on its own could be a real problem in any relationship, but on top of that, there was the possibility Nova had to acknowledge that there was a chance what she'd seen of Dom's personality could be completely fake.

She'd known him for a few months - seen him less than two dozen times, and had no contact with him outside of their sessions. If he had been lying, or just playing a character, she wouldn't know any different.

They didn't know each other, and deep-down Nova was scared that if they did get to know each other, they wouldn't actually like each other...or, more realistically, she was scared Dom wouldn't like her.

I don't want to get my heartbroken.

Nova didn't think she could be blamed for that.

But she also thought she would be a coward if she let fear hinder her from doing something she wanted. And she wanted something real with Dom.

Maybe he was lying, or playing a character, or just displaying personality the same personality traits he did for his fans because he thought that was what he had to do - but maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was the wonderfully charming sweetheart she'd been seeing. Nova didn't know, and despite her natual inclination to believe the worst in everyone, that didn't mean it was true. Dom could be exactly who he appeared to be, and pushing him away could be a big mistake.

It hadn't worked out before, that was true, but now wasn't the same as then. Nova was older and wiser, and Dom was a far cry from James, even when James had been at his most in-love with her. Comparing them was like comparing apples to oranges. Nova might have had her heart broken by James, but that didn't mean she should shut Dom out for fear he'd do the same thing. It just wasn't fair; it wasn't like he was holding any of his exes' actions against her. Why should she get to do it to him?

She shouldn't.

I'm not going to.

And, if she wasn't going to be a coward, or hold someone else's actions against Dom, she was out of reasons to not at least find out if Dom wanted to try something other than a client-professional relationship.

There was a chance he wouldn't be - and if that was the case, then that was cool; Nova wouldn't push where she wasn't wanted, and she wouldn't hold it against Dom either - but she was pretty sure he would. He was too nice to force the issue, but she'd seen the way he looked at her, and it wasn't the same as the ways her other clients did, not even the younger ones. She knew how clients looked at her, and it lacked all the softness that Dom's eyes always held when he saw her.

She was almost certain that he wanted to be more than just a client of hers, he just wasn't the kind of man to push the boundaries she'd set in place.

If that wasn't another point in his favour, Nova wasn't sure what was. It made her heart feel tight, just like the soft, adoring way he looked at her did. There were a lot of things Nova liked about Dom...now it was time to do something about it. It was time to send Dom the picture she'd taken of the necklace he'd given her around her neck.

And ask him if he wanted to come round for a chat.

Two hours later, there was a knock on the door.

Unlike when he came to the house, Dom wasn't exactly on time; he was a few minutes early, and just that small fact left Nova smiling. She didn't know if it was just because it was cute, or if it was because him being early (and not waiting outside) suggested he knew he was seeing Nova as a person, not Madam the dominatrix, but either way, it made her feel a little lighter.

She crossed the flat to the door in record time, stopping only to take a deep breath before opening the door.

Her first thought was that Dom looked rough; he had dark circles under his eyes, his lips were cracked and dry, and his cheeks seemed sunken, and her second thought was to pull him into a hug. She managed to stop herself, since Dom had no indication that he was okay with her doing that, but that didn't stop her from softening her smile as she stepped back and gestured for him to come in.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Tea, coffee, water?" she asked, as she led him through the kitchen.

Dom made no effort to not look like he was absorbing every detail of her flat that he could, but he didn't hesitate to turn to her with a smile: "Tea would be luvly, if it's not too much trouble?"

Nova smiled back: "Of course it's not."

They stayed in silence as Nova made them both a mug of tea, only speaking when Nova asked Dom how he took his tea, and he told her he liked a splash of milk and two sugars. It wasn't exactly a comfortable silence - but it really wasn't the time for small talk.

Even after having two hours since Dom had said he could come over tonight, Nova still didn't know what she was going to say to him. Every single thing she'd thought of had just seemed ridiculous, and she couldn't bear to talk about whether the traffic had been bad on his way over here when she was still internally panicking over how she was going to tell him that she would rather see him as a boyfriend rather than a client.

Looks like I'm just going to have to wing it.

"Thank you for coming over," Nova smiled apprehensively as she sat opposite to Dom over the breakfast bar, sliding his tea over to him: "I know you probably weren't expecting me to text."

"I was happy you did, though." Dom responded, looking just as nervous as Nova felt, but managing to summon up a half-smile as he wrapped his hands around his mug: "I figured we needed to talk...I wanted to say that I was sorry."

Nova was taken aback: "Sorry? For what?"

Dom looked surprised that she was confused: "Because I was a dick? I basically called you a liar, and made you uncomfortable, and - "

"Sweetheart, no." Nova reached out to rest a hand on Dom's wrist: "You didn't make me uncomfortable. I won't insult your intelligence by saying that I wasn't a little uncertain of myself, which was unsettling, but that wasn't your fault."

"I was the one who said you were acting, implying that you were lying, and saying you were less attractive when you were doing so..."

"And the only person I was upset with was myself, because the fact that you thought that was a huge fuck up on my part." Nova explained: "That's why we need to talk. I've not been as professional as I should've been, Dom, and that's not your problem - "

"I like the way you've been!" Dom insisted, suddenly looked afraid that he thought he'd somehow upset her.

Time to grow a pair and tell him that I like him too.

"That's really kind of you to say." Nova squeezed his wrist gently: "And I'm happy to hear it because...I really like the way you've been too."

Dom looked uncertain for a few seconds, his forehead creasing in a frown before he slowly started to catch on: "Do you mean...?"

Nova swallowed the nerves trying to tighten her throat, and nodded: "I think you're a really nice guy, Dom. I'd really like to see you outside of my job, if that was something you were interested in."

Dom just stared at her.

Nova swallowed nervously, hoping that she hadn't terrified him into silence, occupying herself by taking a sip of her tea. She didn't say anything; Dom might still be watching her in silence, but he was opening and closing his mouth like he was trying to speak.

"If I've made you uncomfortable - "

"No!" Dom exclaimed, reaching out to grab Nova's hands in his: "No! I swear I'm not uncomfortable, I'm just...are you sure?"

Nova frowned: "Sure of what?"

"I'm not exactly the most...together of people." Dom blushed: "I dunno. You're gorgeous, and you're smart, you've got a nice apartment in a nice part of London so I'm pretty sure you've got your life in order...just don't know what you'd need me for."

Gently twisting her hands, Nova didn't break free of Dom's grip, just turned her hands until she could hold his hands in return: "Don't take this the wrong way - I don't need you. I'm thirty-two, my life is good, and I have great people around me...but I'd really like you to be one of them. I want you in my life. You're not someone I'm keeping around just because I need anyone who will do: you're someone who makes me happy because you're enthusiastic and excitable and idealistic and brilliant and you're you. Someone who makes my life brighter by being around."

Dom looked taken aback...but happy, a faint blush rising to his cheeks: "I want you in my life too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I promise I'm usually more eloquent than this but...right now I really just wanna kiss you."

Nova grinned, leaving over the table to whisper: "So why don't you?"

Dom clearly didn't have a reason not to - closing the gap and pressing his lips to Nova's in a gentle kiss.

It was enough to make her see stars.

#The Trees Writes #Yungblud #Yungblud imagine #Yungblud fanfic #Yungblud fan fic #Yungblud fan fiction

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essaysbyciara · 4 years ago

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Thy Neighbor II: Lovin’ The Crew [Chapter 18]

[Prologue] [Chapters 1 + 2] [Chapters 3 + 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapters 7 + 8] [Chapters 9 + 10] [Chapters 11 + 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapters 14 + 15][Chapter 16] [Chapters 17]

WHAT? Yes. This story is alive! Well, it’s been alive and kickin’ on Wattpad for the past few weeks but I decided to update the story here since y’all the day ones. Plus I’m building a MASTERLIST of my stuffs so I wanted to have everything together.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"Ci! Girl, the trunk ain't that big..." Ashley steps outside to see Ciara's face showing a joyful kind of surprise as Winston struggles to wipe the smile off of his face. She interrupts their romance-movie gazes at each other, slamming the hard-oak door to the AirBnB behind her causing them both to break their gaze. "Ci, you good...?"

Ciara reluctantly exits her love story. "Ash, yeah ... I'm good. This is Winston. We go to Penn together. We just ran into each other." Winston walks up to shake Ashley's hand, his good boy manners getting the best of him. Ashley wasn't ready for all that politeness but she appreciates Winston's respectful nature.

"Nice to meet you, Ashley, I presume?"

"Good call ... the bottles are in the trunk, right?" Ashley presses Ciara on with a heavy look inside of the trunk. As much as she would love to meet new friends, she relishes her first weekend off in months and doesn't want to stop her fun to be friendly. She grabs the bottles of Hennessey and some cheap box wine and proceeds to walk back into the house, waving bye to Winston with her elbow. He goes back in for more conversation with Ciara.

"You guys are in for some fun, huh?"

"Yep, girl's weekend. I needed a break from my thesis."

"Ah, man. Me too, me too. I didn't want to come up for this planning meeting for my church..."

Winston jumped onto so many committees, he lost count. The more commitments, the more he doesn't have time to toll away at his papers.

"Where do you go?"

"Flower Street Baptist..."

Ciara knows Flower Street to be Y'lan's church and begins to understand how Winston and Y'lan got to know each other. It's another painful reminder that Trevante still doesn't know about her and Y'lan's past. She figures that Y'lan will be with Trevante this weekend and fears the moment Trevante tells all and Y'lan feels pushed to let the cat out of the bag about he and Ciara's last conversation together. It was only days ago that Y'lan confronted Ciara about her relationship with Trevante all the while somewhat confessing to her that he still carried feelings for her. Ciara's chest tenses up at the conversation she must have with Trevante once she gets home but she desires an escape from her emotions and Winston can provide that.

"FSB, yeah. Solid church. Reverend J.B. Jones, yeah ...so what brought you down the road here?"

"There's a trailway up ahead that the lodge owner recommended. I, uh, just needed to clear my head for a minute." Winston wants to escape as well. Boggled down in meetings and planning groups all day, he wants to take his mind off of everything from Flower Street to his thesis. Ciara's been in the recesses of his mind since she messaged him back about the playlist. Ciara didn't know that certain songs on the playlist were for her in mind, soundtracks to the what-ifs only if the Universe got everybody out of the way. But if "Can We Talk?" by Tevin Campbell could be acted out in this moment, why stop it? "I'm actually about to take a walk around real quick if you want me to show you where it is?"

"Oh, man. Yes! Let me just let my girls know. " Ciara jumps ahead of the curve. Winston's heart just jumps. He watches her walk inside of the house, emotions growing from bewildered into excitement. He texts Y'lan the good news.

Hey, man. Guess who I ran into up here?

Y'lan doesn't have much time to respond to Winston once Trevante, Stephan and the rest of Trevante's fraternity brothers barge their way throughout the multi-level rental just outside of Center City. They wanted to be close to Old City -- all the bars and hangout spots -- plus a short Uber ride to the strip club.

As the crowd grows larger, Y'lan's face grows more nervous. Y'lan, unlike his older brothers, didn't do the fraternity thing in college because he was scared by all of the stories he heard. Tre and Michael's fraternity brothers are living up to the hype.

"I can't believe you married her, bruh." Stephan says to Malik, one of the older fraternity brothers. "She was a damn slide..." He's on his third glass of Crown and letting himself get all the way loose. Trevante watches Malik's nostrils flare up and knows it's time to cut this out. "Yo, Stephan. Watch your mouth."

"Whatever, Tre. He knows I'm just playing. Tracee is a sweeeeeeetheart." The laughs and snickers carry throughout the room and Trevante's laugh is a mixture between embarrassment and wince. "Plus, who are you to say shit? You run through bitches like a track meet, Tre!"

Trevante waivers on whether to tell his friends about his new normal; about this girl named Ciara who came into his life after a moment of tragedy and became the woman that he saw himself building a future with. This woman who Y'lan is starting to fall back in love with and who he just learned is up in the Poconos with Winston.

Trevante decides to wait.

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#trevante rhodes x fanfiction #y'lan noel #winston duke #trevante rhodes #thy neighbor

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jj-lynn21 · 5 years ago

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Roman & his Princess Valentine’s Day ch 5

Warnings: angst, blood drinking, smut, mind control...The End, of this story at least.

ch1 ch2 ch3 ch 4

Roman gets Peter’s attention for him and Letha to follow to the glass enclosed bar area. You sit at the table for four. The table is set with white cloth and a red glittery lit candle in the center that says LOVE. A waitress in black dress pants and a red cotton shirt comes over to hand you menus.

“I will bring out the house wine for out our upir guests,” She said. “And for Beauty and the Beast I will bring the beer on tap and a virgin sunrise.”

Peter chuckles, “Beauty and the Beast, funny.”

Letha said, “Oh, I can have alcohol. You need to see my I.D?”

“No, need Miss,” the waitress said. “It will have alcohol.”

Letha looks puzzled but excepts the answer. In a few minutes the waitress brings out a tray with what looks like a normal bottle of wine with wine glasses, a beer, a layered orange and red drink and cheese fondue for the middle of the table.

This surprises Letha, “I was going to ask everyone if they wanted fondue.”

The waitress laughs, “Such innocence with the company you keep. We pride ourselves here at knowing what people want before they need to tell us. Will there be anything else?” She pours some of the wine into the glasses for you and Roman.

Roman nods a thank you, “Will Bill and Jen be making an appearance tonight.”

“I believe they will be Sir. Possibly soon,” She corked the wine back up sitting it back on the table. “They just went into the office for a meeting with one of the new staff. Oh, sip the wine. Its probably a bit stronger, Aabit fresher than you are used to.”

She leaves to go take care of some people at the next table.

Roman raises his glass, “It’s technically not Valentine’s Day anymore but I think we should toast to love, lust and all the fun a safe word can bring to a relationship.”

Letha giggles lifting her drink. You nod to him with grin. Peter lifts his beer to meet everyone else’s drink.

“You have quite the way with words my friend,” He clinks his glass with Roman’s. You and Letha follow suit.

You take in a breath and let it out slowing looking at Roman who looks back at you. Bill and Jen step out of the office. They walk over to your table. Roman stands facing Bill. Jen at Bill’s side.

Peter is shocked, “Fucking doppelgangers.”

You stand almost directly between them. Roman introduces you and the others, “This is My Princess, (YN). The young lady across from her is my cousin by marriage Letha. And my friend with the big mouth is Peter. Everyone this is King Bill and Queen Jen, the owners of the club.”

Bill takes your hand. He bows to you as he kisses it gently. “You will always be welcome here my dear.” He takes Letha’s hand and she stands mesmerized by Bill’s demeanor. He kisses her hand, “You would be very popular if you chose to stay around long enough my dear.” He smiles. She giggles.

Peter jumps up, “We won’t be staying much longer King.” He bows and Bill chuckles. “No need for that Peter. You can just call me Bill. I am fascinated that someone of your kind is friends with an upir and he trusts you. But I don’t judge you for it. I think it’s great actually.”

Bill puts out his hand for Peter to shake. Peter shake his hand. “There are all kinds of friendships, Bill.”

“Yes, there are Peter.” Bill turns to Roman and you, “How is the wine. Its very fresh. Very potent.”

Roman said, “It’s fine thanks.”

You exclaim, “It’s the best tasting thing I have had in my mouth today, but it is only a few hours into the day.”

Bill chuckles, “Thank you Princess. I think that nickname suits you well. Maybe you can get Roman to take you to see our Vegas club.” He gets closer to your face, “You could be a real princess there.”

Your head is spinning with thoughts of you in a gown walking down corridors in a Castle as he looks at you with eyes as green as Roman’s. His powerful gaze making you want the scenario in your mind to come true. “Drink and have a great time tonight with Roman, Princess. It was nice to meet you.”

Bill breaks his eyes from yours. “It was nice to meet all of you. Now if you excuse us there are some things we must attend to before the finale.”

Roman grabs your arm pulling you on to his lap when he sits. You are still a little dazed and confused. Roman hands you your glass of wine. “take another drink.”

“What the fuck was that Roman?” Peter asked. “You alright Princess?”

“It’s nothing. She’s fine.” Roman insists. “Why don’t you two take off.” He looks in Letha’s eyes, “You’re tired. You should go home.”

She looks to Peter and yawns, “Peter can you take me home. I feel sleepy.”

“Of course, doll.” He glares at Roman. When they get up, he steps over to Roman. “I can’t fucking believe you did that to your own cousin.”

Roman hands him the keys to the SUV. “It’s what’s best for both of you. Don’t worry I’ll call a car service for us when we are done here.”

“I think you’re fucking nuts for staying here, man.” Peter takes the keys, grabs Letha’s hand and heads out of the bar to grab their coats before leaving.

Roman pulls your hair to the side to kiss your neck, “You good Princess?”

You blink a few times and take a sip from the wine glass you are holding. “I’m perfect.” You turn your head to kiss him. He kisses you back not taking the bar full of people into consideration at all as your tongues mingle leaving you breathless when he pulls away. “This is the freshest blood I have ever had.” You finish your glass. “Can I have some more?”

Roman finishes his. “Of course, you can, My Princess.” He fills your glass and his. “How about we go back out to that dance floor when we finish this bottle to be ready for the real fresh stuff.” He whispers.

You nod in agreement. By the time you both finish the bottle you feel on fire with passion for Roman. He is looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. That stare only makes you breath heavier. Roman stands and pulls you up to him. His eyes dart around the room. Then he pulls you out the door to the dark crowded dance area. You follow willingly. Aching for him to just fuck you wherever he sees fit.

Love, Sex, and Magic - Ciara ft. Justin Timberlake plays as he just pushes you up against a far wall. He has your dress pulled up as he undoes his belt, unbuttons and unzips his pants. Roman holds your hands above your head and kisses you maddly. He bites on your earlobe as he positions himself pushing your legs farther apart.

He’s breathing heavily, “It’s to fucking dark and noisy for anyone to notice us. Your mine and I fucking want you right now. Right here.”

You moan out as he slams into you. Giving him everything back that he is trying to take. Hips bucking against his every thrust. Bodies starting to glisten with sweat. Roman moans in ear, “fuck…aww…fuck…” only heightening your pleasure. “Yes…Roman…oh…damn”. Make Love In This Club - Usher ft. Young Jeezy https://youtu.be/kdATGDEjAzs plays as your orgasm hits making you scream, “ROMAN!”

Roman watches you go limp in his arms as he finishes and pulls out. He puts his hands on either side of your face as he kisses you. Then he slides your dress down and your panties back in place before fixing himself. You look around to see if anyone has noticed. No one is paying attention to anything around them other than the person right in front of them. There is a shadow of another couple a few feet down the wall from where you and Roman stand. Since you can’t really see or hear them you feel better that no one saw you and Roman.

The DJ Screams, “Ok, lovers, soon to be lovers and everyone else that chose to party with us tonight, if you have ever been here you know what’s about to happen. If not, you are in for some fun. When I count to three everyone screams and keep screaming until you can’t anymore.”

Roman pulls you into the middle of the club near Bill and Jen. There are plenty of people around waiting for what they know or have heard will be the best time they ever had in their life. Bill looks to you, “don’t worry Princess. Just give them a good memory and we will heal them for you. Roman spins you around to him, “Just do what I do, and no one feels a thing.”

The DJ screams “One, two, are we all ready?”

The crowd screams, “YES!”

“Three,” He plays Bullet For My Valentine - Tears Don't Fall.

Roman looks at the person beside him. You can’t hear what he said but others are doing the same thing before they rip into their blood source. Your eyes are wide as your heart pumps faster and your hunger overwhelms you.

You look at the person dancing to your right, “This is the most wonderful night you have ever had. You won’t feel a thing but happiness.”

You grab the persons arm and bite down drinking just a little as you listen for their heartbeat to only slow slightly before moving to the next one and the next and fuck you don’t want to stop. You don’t even notice Bill and Jen trying to keep up with you and Roman’s appetites while fulfilling their own hunger. They heal everyone you have drank from. You are ravenous covered in the blood of those you have drank from when someone grabs you from behind pulling you out of the crowd.

Roman holds you tight to try to calm you, “Enough Princess. We had enough.”

You turn to him and whine, “But it’s so fucking good. There are so many people here and they’re so fucking good.”

“We can come back next weekend if you want, but its time to go work off all this energy privately,” He picks you up.

You start sucking the blood off Roman’s neck and splashes on his cheeks and lips as he carries you down in the basement of the club where he opens a door to a bedroom. He tosses you across the room on to the bed and takes off his blood-soaked cloths. You pull off your blood covered dress and take off your undergarments as he stalks closer. His eyes hungry as he walks around the bed situated in the center of the room. You get on all fours watching him closely, eyes wide, heart beating fast with anticipation and hungry for him to just attack.

You can feel the heat coming off him. See his chest moving with every heavy breath before he’s on you. Blood still dripping from his disheveled hair on to your cheek as he takes you from behind like an animal. “Fuck, Roman,” you scream out.

He leans down in your ear growling lowly, “I can fuck you all night with this energy Sweetheart.”

He grunts loudly when he comes. You collapse on the bed. He turns you over roughly putting your legs over his shoulders. You fist the sheets as he goes down. Lips teasing your folds before his tongue goes in to taste you completely. Working you up quickly and not letting up on your clit when you cum until his cock is damn well ready to destroy your tight wet pussy.

Your cries for “more” let him know you want all he needs to give you as long as he can give it. When he powers inside you fast and deep you arch your back and push your hips with his every thrust to get the satisfaction you crave. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans.

You pull his face down to yours, “I’m going to fucking milk you dry tonight.”

“Fuck yes baby.” Blood and sweat glisten on his face as he kisses you biting at your lips.

You moan against his lips as another orgasm hits your body like a freight train. He moves unrelentingly until he finishes. You both lay back on the pillows trying to catch you breath. When you snuggle your backside against him, he grins turning on his side and lifting your leg over his to open you up more. He rubs his hand down her stomach. “You want more don’t you? You need it don’t you? I can keep you cumming as much as you can handle.”

His hand moves down to tease your slit. You buck your hips against his touch wanting at least one more release. You whimper as he purposely slowly works you up again. The release is magnificent when it hits. He just grins at your expression satisfied with his work. The process just makes him hard again so he turns you on to your back to go another round until your body can’t take any more. Exhausted and spent completely you both pass out.

You do get back home by 4pm. You don’t even know what he could possibly do next Valentine’s Day to top this. And maybe its best not to think about that as your body heals from the evenings/early morning’s events.

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anelementofsurprise · 5 years ago

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stuff you never knew you needed to know

Ahhhh! A new tag I’ve not come across before! Thank you @ciara-jane

1. Do you put ketchup on a coney? I googled a coney and it came up with a rabbit. I’m very confused

2. Choice of soda? I tend to have Sprite or fanta on my lunchbreak because it’s cheaper than coke lol

3. Do you own a gun? I have two 💪

4. Can you swim? Yes

5. Hot dogs or burger? One big mac please

6. Favorite type of food? Chinese

7. Do you believe in ghosts? In some sense, I believe there are supernatural forces.

8. What do you drink in the morning? Tea

9. Can you do 100 pushups? Holy shit, no way. Who can???

10. Summer, Winter, Spring, or Autumn? Atm I’m just craving Spring and those light evenings

11. Favorite hobby? Hmmm

12. Tattoos? I’d like to get one but I’m not sure what

13. Do you wear glasses? No

14. Do you have a phobia? No but I have a dislike of alarms of any kind

15. Do you have nick name? A few friends call me Raquel

16. Three favorite drinks? Tea, tropical smoothies, and cocktails I don’t care what it is lol

17. Biggest downfall? A lack of motivation and perseverance and some insecurity....and we’re going to leave it there, back to the studio.

18. Rain or Snow? Neither. Well maybe snow if it’s the holidays and I don’t have to be in for work.

19. Can you change a tire? I mean I haven’t but I’ll give it a shot

20. Favorite flower? crocuses are cute and did I mention I’m craving Spring

21. Can you drive a stick? A what now?

22. Ever gone skydiving? Ahhhh no but I’d like to!

23. Kids? ah no. Although part of me would like to raise some decent human beings. I just hope the future is going to be a more open accepting world.

24. Favorite color? Burgundy

25. Employed? Yes! It’s not perfect (or should I say certain people on the department are horrible) but we have fun days! And I love the friends I have there. I’m so grateful for my job because it’s done a lot of good for me.

26. Can you whistle? Yes

27. Where were you born? Sheffield, UK.

28. Siblings? 1 estranged brother.

29. Surgeries? None

30. Shower or bath? I prefer baths but tend to have showers out of convenience i.e. drag myself out of bed at the last minute before work while still half asleep. I’m not a morning person.

31. Last song you listened to? Oh I think it was Girls Just Want to Have Fun on Heart 80s

32. Age? 22

33. Broken bones? None

34. How many tv’s in your house? Only the one in the living room

35. Worst pain? Fortunately I’ve not really suffered much severe psychical pain.

36. Do you like to sing? Yes!!

37. Are your parents still alive? Yes

38. Do you like camping? Pretty much all my holidays growing up were camping holidays and I loved it! I think the last time I went camping was 2012 in Scotland and the next time is going to be with @jameskirk-spaceidiot. So excited!!!

39. What do you enjoy binge watching? At the moment I’m pretty much watching nothing but Star Trek. I checked my viewing history and I’ve been watching about 4 episodes per day while I’ve been poorly and at this stage I’m enjoying it more than DW. How did it come to this???? There’s just so much to consume I need it watch as many as possible ASAP lol

40. Pumpkin or Sweet Potato pie? Ok neither, I disapprove muchly. Sweet pies need fruit in them. I’m just going to switch these out and have a steak and kidney pie because I have an undying need for one rn.

Tagging: @absolute-twaddle @jameskirk-spaceidiot @serenastella @kokido-kuku @reginaldmaudling @moony-you-fold-your-socks @my-my-herecomethefuzz @gingerpop42 @lovehugsunexpected

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spideyy-girl · 6 years ago

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Mine ~ Gilbert Blythe AU

Request: Request for Gilbert? The reader is best friends with him and they’re in college. Gilbert gets jealous because she’s spending time with another guy helping her in a class, and angst and fluff and just the classic trope of their feelings being revealed eventually? 😊💓

Summary: Gilbert had known Y/N his whole life, and for just about that long he’s been in love with her. Now they’re in college together, and Gilbert’s feelings have only grown.

Fandom: Anne with an “E” (Anne of Green Gables)

Warnings: jealousy, unwanted glances, mentions of sexism, super cliche at the end lol sorry not sorry

Word Count: 3253 (9 pages) issa long

Date: November 11, 2018

A/N: hope this is ok, I worked really hard on it. Feel free to leave your feedback or other requests. Taglists and requests are still open, never be afraid to ask! Hope you all enjoy and happy reading!

Also, John is Y/N’s study partner.

~Ciara xo

Y/N L/N. The only word he could think of to describe her was perfect.

For as long as he could remember she was in his life, holding his hand lightly in her much smaller one, her head resting on his shoulder. The image of them in that position in so many of his memories as he flashes through them, giving him a feeling that he's become so familiar with. It sent goosebumps down his arm, makes his stomach do flips, his mouth to go dry. He's felt this way for so many years, but never realized what it was until that day a few years ago, the day his dad died. Once again, an image of their stance appeared as the flashback played in his head. He could almost feel the light misty breeze of the Prince Edward Island beach near their small town, Avonlea.

"Gil?" her voice was so soft he hadn't even heard her, his own thoughts clouding his senses, his eyes caught on something in the distance, but he didn't know what. The light squeeze of her hand in his brought him back to her. As he looked at her, resting her head on his shoulder, he saw her E/C eyes already watching his own hazel ones. Her other hand came up and lightly caressed his face, fingers so cold from the dead winter.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to hold back tears, leaning lightly into her hand. She sighed sadly and shook her head, taking her head off his shoulder and her hand of his face, grabbing his other hand as she stood in front of him. She gave him a light smile, and he could tell she was holding in her own tears.

"No, no. Don't be sorry, Gilly. It's ok," she whispered. "I was just saying that if we stay out for any longer we might get frostbite. Besides, dinner should be ready soon, and we ought not to be late." She looked into his eyes, but it seemed as if he looked right through her. He looked back out to the ocean, seeing the sun hit the horizon.

"Can we stay, just a little bit longer? Watch the sunset?" He asked, looking back at her. He looked so desperate, she couldn't say no to him. She smiled and nodded, wiping a stray tear that fell down his cheek. He pulled her closer, into a tight hug as she lay her head on his chest and they watched the sky turn many pastel colours until it went almost black. They didn't know how long they stayed like that, watching the sky, listening to the crashing waves. Once the sun had disappeared from sight, the pair started to walk home in the darkness. They reached the part in our path where they parted. Gilbert begrudgingly took his hand from hers, saying goodbye and beginning to walk away.

"Gilbert Blythe! Where do you think you're going?" She called after him, an honest confusion in her voice. Gilbert seemed just as confused as her.

"Um.. home?" he replied. Looking back at the path behind him that lead to his farm. To be honest, he didn't want to go back there, he didn't know if he could. After all, that's where Y/N found him. After the funeral, he hadn't come back to the house, which worried her, so she went looking after him.

"You know I will not let you stay by yourself, especially after.. everything that.. happened today. We'd be more than happy than to have you over for tonight Gilbert. For the next few nights even." She said walking over to him and grabbing his hand in hers again, dragging her down the opposite path that leads to her house. "Besides, I need my knight in shining armour to protect me from the horrifying darkness of night." She giggled and looked back at him, eyebrows raised. He smiled a genuine smile, the first one in weeks, giving into her and letting her drag him along. She took his hand and swiftly put it around her shoulder, so his arm wrapped around her.

The knight in shining armour was a reference to when they were children. She would play the beautiful damsel in distress, waiting for her handsome prince to come and save her. And, to no one's surprise, that was Gilbert. Sometimes, she would get bored of always being the one in trouble and make Gilbert the princess stuck in a tower, wearing one of her dresses as she stole one of his sweaters and galloped along on the broomstick-horse, coming to the rescue. The memories, still so fresh in his mind even if so long ago, made him chuckle.

"Oh my goodness, Y/N L/N! Where have you been, young lady?! I've been worried sick! You missed dinner, so it must all be cold. You've missed all of your chores, so you'll be doing extra tomorrow, the second the sun rises!" Y/N's mother ranted as she put her dish towel that was hung over her shoulder on the sink. She came over and slowed once she saw the young boy beside her, still holding her daughter's hand. "Oh, Gilbert. Hello sweetie, how are you doing? I wasn't expected company, sorry the house is an absolute mess. Come in, come in, before your ears fall off! I'll put on the kettle." She smiled and rushed back to the kitchen.

Y/N and Gilbert, shaking intensely as they sat by the fireplace for warmth, sipping the scorching hot and slightly burnt tea made by Mrs. L/N, a giant fluffy blanket coated the two. Mr. L/N, Y/N's father, gave him a pair of his pyjamas to sleep in for the night as Y/N's parents sent them up to bed, giving Gilbert the guest bedroom across the hall from Y/N's bedroom. As they crept up the stairs, careful not to wake up any of her other many siblings, she took his hand and dragged him into her bedroom.

"Y/N!" Gilbert whisper-shouted at her. "What are you doing? I'm not supposed to be in here! A man should never be in a young lady's bedroom, especially at night. What will you're parents think? I'm not-"

"Gilbert be quiet! Before they hear us!" Y/N giggled, covering his mouth to stop his ranting. "There's nothing wrong with you being in my room, you've been in here before."

"Yeah, when we were younger, much younger. Now it would be frowned upon." He started up again. She rolled her eyes, setting a few blankets on the floor and one of the pillows from her bed, pointing Gilbert to it as she climbed into her own, obviously old and almost at breaking point bed.

"You're sleeping here. I'm not leaving you alone." She said, her voice going deep, serious. Something that wasn't usual for the smiley girl. "Gilbert Blythe, I sure hope you know that I swear upon my life that I will never leave you. And we will always be together, forever. I swear it until my dying day."

The feeling, that one mentioned from before, had become so intense at that moment he surely thought he must've become sick. She leaned down from her bed and placed a light kiss on his cheek, before placing her nicest duvet (which wasn't that nice, but he wouldn't complain) over his still shivering body, but this time he was shivering over something else other than the cold.

When Gilbert was young and asked his father what it was his mom was like, he would tell the boy about how she made him feel, whenever he saw her, held her, the undeniable feeling of love. He never quite understood the concept of butterflies, for how could such creatures even make their way into your stomach and still flutter around? But at that moment, in her bedroom as the warmth of her lips still lingered on his pale pink cheek, he understood everything.

He was so deeply in love with her, it almost pained him. But it did especially at this moment, almost 4 years after that night, and he still hasn't said anything. Which he thought to lead him to this moment, he should have expected it.

He was now at the age of 19 years, studying at the lovely Queen's Academy to chase his dream of becoming a doctor. Y/N was just about 17 and had been, much to her and his delight, also been accepted into the academy to study to be a nurse. That, of course, wasn't the part that had hurt, but the sight right before his eyes, an unknown man with his arm around her shoulders, like he had when they walked down that path, looking at each other, giggling at something, he couldn't tell what.

He felt honestly betrayed. She had never been exactly his, but he still felt as if she had left him, forgot about him and their promise. But mostly he felt angry. Not at her, he could never be angry at her even he tried (he knew from many personal experiences), but from that stranger that had taken his girl away from him. He took his book and checked it out, trying to avoid their eyes, but of course, to his luck, that was no use. He heard her call out his name before he slammed the door shut of the recently quiet building.

"Can we pause our session just for one second? He's my best friend." She smiled sweetly, taking his arm off her shoulders and looking back at the door he had just left out of. He nodded, sharing his own smile. "Ok if I'm not back in ten minutes you can leave! Thank you again so much for the help!" She called behind her shoulder as she ran out the door, tripping slightly every once in a while on her heels. She saw Gilbert's unmistakable mop of curly black hair walking just ahead of her, so she jogged to catch up with him. She tapped his shoulder, smiling a great smile as she linked her arm with his.

"Hey, Gilly! I didn't think you heard me in the library just then." She said, trying to get his attention, which was still focused on the path in front of him. "Gilbert, what's wrong? You've been acting so... distant lately," she sighed, pulling him to the side, to get out of the stream of walking people. He turned and looked at her, instantly feeling bad by the look of desperation on her face. He smiled at her and placed a strand of hair behind her ear gently, making her blush a little bit. Thankfully the red of her cheeks could be blamed on the cold winter.

"There's nothing wrong, Y/N. I'm fine," he said softly, trying to continue walking, but she wasn't having it. She grabbed his arm and brought him to a nearby bench, forcing him to sit.

"Gilbert Blythe! I know that isn't true, you know I can see right through you," she said grabbing his hands. "Please tell me what's wrong, I'll do whatever I can to help, I swear it." That look alone that she gave him almost made him cave right then. Almost. He knew he couldn't risk all those years of friendship over some silly crush. A crush that just won't leave him alone. He took his hands away from hers and got up.

"Sorry Y/N, but this isn't a problem you can solve," Gilbert said, turning his back to her, knowing the look of hurt that would be on her face about now. "I just need some time alone, away from you. Goodbye." It took everything in him to walk away from her and not turn back.

The next few days, Gilbert did everything he could to ignore the girl he cared so much for. He knew that she'd do anything she could to find out what was burdening him, and he knew he couldn't say it was her. It had been a few weeks since he last saw her, and it was an understatement to say he missed her.

He had seen her more and more at the library with that man. He couldn't help but feel as if he was being replaced every time he heard her beautiful laugh pass her lips, because of him. He tried to avoid the general area, but it was like he was drawn back each time.

Little did he know that Y/N was in just as much pain as he was.

The past couple of weeks without him had been much too bland. She would only leave her small shared apartment when she went to her study sessions with John, in the library. And even though he was nice enough and made her laugh, he wasn't Gilbert Blythe.

She had tried aimlessly walking around the Queens Academy campus, in hopes of finding him, maybe sitting on a bench, reading a book. But she had no such luck. After all, it was a very big school, with many people. Many more than in Avonlea.

But she was truly hurt that he had, as it seemed, completely blocked her out. She still had no idea what she had done to cause anything upon him. And the idea of causing such a pain unto someone she loved so much had burdened her very much.

She was out on one of her walks again, it was getting cold outside, small snowflakes fell quietly from the sky, landing in her hair and on her face. She felt as if she was going to catch her death at any moment.

John had caught a cold and wasn't able to make their study session, so Y/N was off to the library by herself. She was a bit nervous, walking by herself in a campus ruled by men, some of which with bad intentions on a pretty girl like her. Her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings.

Thankfully she had safely made it to the library, with no trouble, but some unwanted lingering stares, but she had expected it.

"Why, good afternoon Y/N, " the old librarian, Mrs. Dell said kindly. Y/N smiled and nodded politely, giving her a nice hello as well, before heading off to the books.

Gilbert froze up immediately when he heard the name pass the old lady's lips. He heard her dainty footsteps walking slowly towards him. He wanted to run but it was as if his feet were planted to the ground, since he knew that he did want an excuse of seeing her again, even for a second. His back was to her, and he had hoped that that would be enough for her to dismiss him.

Of course, he didn't have such luck.

"Gilbert?" Y/N's voice was quiet and unsure, but the raven black curls were hard to miss, especially to someone who has become so familiar with it. Gilbert didn't change his stance, so Y/N walked forward and grabbed his shoulder, making sure that this time he wouldn't escape. "Gilly, please, can we talk?"

He didn't look back at her, it took everything in him to keep his gaze ahead. He could hear her sigh and feel her hand travel from his shoulder down his arm to his hand as she pulled him out of the library. He was shocked but didn't bother fighting it. She nodded at the librarian as she headed out, Gilbert being dragged not too far behind, earning a strange look from the kind old lady.

Y/N pulled him closer to her side, constantly checking her path and using him as a human shield from the lingering stares. Gilbert realized the odd behaviour, and also looked around, wondering why she was being so cautious. Probably because she doesn't want her new boyfriend to see us together, he thought to himself but didn't dare speak it aloud.

"You know, even if you refuse to talk to me, I just wanna say that I am thankful I found you. I was starting to think you left. My, that would've been torturous. You're my only friend here," she says quietly, squeezing his hand. He looks down at her, seeing that she was already looking at him. Their footsteps slowed to a stop as they looked at each other, both trying to hold in tears.

"Surely that's not true. I've seen you around with other... people," Gilbert states blandly, breaking eye contact and looking over her head instead. She laughed.

"Well, maybe the only other person would be John but-"

"Yes, John," Gilbert interrupted her, looking back at her. "I thought you two seemed quite close. That's splendid." The last part of his sentence wreaked of sarcasm, telling her that something was up, and she thought she knew what.

"John is my study partner, Gilbert. We were paired up together since my professor thinks I can't handle my own work due to my.. well, gender." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, thinking of her nuisance of a teacher, who was too much like her old one in Avonlea, Mr. Phillips. "Besides, why are you getting so worked up? I've seen you with many other people and I've said nothing." Gilbert exhaled and pushed a hand through his messy curls.

"Because it's different, okay? I don't like seeing other guys like that around you. I don't want them to take you from me." He stated, not being able to look at her, his cheeks starting to burn up from the confession.

"Take me from you?" Y/N asked, slightly offended. "Might I remind you, Gilbert, I am not an object that you own. I am-" Y/N started to rant but was once again cut short.

"No, Y/N. Not like that." Gilbert said, taking her cheek in his hand. "I don't want them taking you away from me when I haven't even gotten the chance to make you mine." He couldn't believe what he had just said, and as it seemed, neither could Y/N. Her mouth went open, trying to think of a response, but nothing that could truly express her emotions came to mind. So of course, she didn't have to say anything and just kissed him.

She kissed him hard, everything breaking loose from their chains. And sure enough, he kissed back. They didn't care that they were in the middle of the campus, probably many nearby people watching in on the affair. Nothing could break the moment they had waited so long, too long, for. The butterflies from Gilbert's father's stories seemed to have tripled on their effect, as well as so many other things, as their lips moved in sync, slightly chapped from the cold. They broke apart for air, not moving too far apart from each other, placing his forehead on hers as she giggled, sounding like a wind chime.

"You were always mine, Gilbert Blythe. And I will always be yours," she whispered to him, looking him straight in the eye as her contagious smile grew a little bit wider. He smiled back, so big until it started to hurt his cheeks, and grabbed both her hands, pulling her in again and placing another kiss on her lips, guiding her hands around his neck, then placing his gently on her waist. "Until my dying day, I swear we will always be together."

And suddenly, John didn't seem that important anymore.

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