#fourth time hes reblogged my selfie?

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《 Maybe Next Year 》

Summary: Anthony doesn't win the 'Show of the Year' award. Ian comforts him.

TW: N/A

Fandom: Smosh

Pairing: Ianthony (ambiguous)

Note: This is a work by a fan for other fans. Please no harrasment, block me or my tags.

《 I wrote this to heal myself from this night lmao. Fuck C, all my homies hate C 》

《 Fic under cut - reblogs appreciated - ao3 》

Anthony feels his hands shaking, trying his best to calm his anxiety down. It's the final award of the night, and his show is nominated. His show. His show that he poured his blood, sweat and tears. His show that saved him when he didn't know what to do with his channel. His show that was a stepping stone in fixing his and Ian’s relationship. His show.

As Mat stood on the stage, the curly-haired male felt a hand poke his arm. He looked to his left and saw Ian give him a reassuring smile. "Breath." He reminded him, grabbing one of his hands and gently holding it. "You can't accept an award if you're passed out."

Anthony laughed, shaking his head. "You're right." He said, quieting down when the nominees were being said. 

He felt an unbelievable sense of pride when his show was announced and the crowd cheered loud and clear. Maybe this year he'll win. Maybe this is his year. Those past three nominations were just stepping stools for this. This was it. 

The taller felt his body freeze when Mat revealed the tables had the answer hidden in them. He felt like he couldn't move, anxiety and adrenaline paralyzing him. He could see Ian stand up immediately, turning over his chair and searching underneath the table cloths. Ian was frantic, asking Ale and her partner to search on their seats as well. He turned to Anthony, adrenaline on his expression. 

The table shook their heads, confirming there was no paper on their table. Anthony's eyes looked around, trying to see if tables around him had the papers. He felt his heart quicken when he saw an E and a D. 

Maybe. 

Just maybe…

And then there it was. He looked to his right where a woman was walking to the theater, holding a piece of paper containing a singular letter. 

And that letter was a C. 

Anthony felt the adrenaline leave his body. He felt his body crash against the chair he was sitting on, exhaustion finally crashing on him. He lost. Again. For the fourth time, and now third time in a row. 

He could feel frustration tears well up in his eyes but he forced himself to stop. The dark-haired male took a deep breath and forced a smile, standing up and clapping when the show of the year award was announced. 

Feeling Ian's stare, he cheered for her at her speech and laughed with those around him. Then the final song came on, and he felt Ian quietly move to stand beside him. 

They stood beside each other, watching the dancing and singing around them. They stayed quiet, observing and processing the night they just had. So much had happened in so little time. 

Eventually it was over, and the after party began. Ale and her partner said their goodbyes, once again congratulating Anthony on his nominations and wishing them both a good-night. Both men wished them a quiet good-night, before turning to each other. 

Anthony knew Ian wanted to say so many things, but didn't know where to start. It was fine, he didn't know if he could manage to answer without tearing up either. 

They were interrupted by some influencer, probably a TikToker of some kind approaching them. "Oh my god! Smosh!" They exclaimed, a huge smile on their face. "Can I take a picture with you guys?"

Anthony nodded, plastering a smile on his face. Ian glanced at him and bit his lip, before turning to the kid and nodding. After a quick selfie together, the person grinned. "Thank you!" They said, before turning to Anthony. "I'm sorry you didn't get it. It's wild you've been nominated four times and haven't won- luck is not on your side!" 

The male gaped as the kid went along, stopping in front of Link and asking for a picture. Damn, that comment kind of hurt. 

Ian huffed and grabbed his best friend's hand, pulling him away from the center of the crowd. They went to a less populated corner, where a few people were talking. Ian stopped them and as soon as Anthony faced him, the shorter pulled him into a hug. 

Anthony froze, not knowing what to do. Ian rarely initiated hugs or any form of physical contact. It was unexpected, yet as the seconds went by, Anthony could feel his body melt against Ian's. And it was nice. 

The brunet ran his hand against the others back, trying his best to soothe the other. He knew how much that award meant to him. To be acknowledged and praised for something he created. He understood. 

Which made it hurt more when the absolute crushed expression slipped onto Anthony's face when the realization struck him. 

After a few minutes of the hug, Ian pulled back but only slightly. He gave the other the most proud smile he could. "That was wild, huh?" He asked, glancing at the theater beside them. "I never expected to present an award with you again." 

Anthony smiled softly. "Yeah." He chuckled. "We are so not getting invited next year. Eating the mask? Really?"

Ian shrugged, amusement on his face. They stayed quiet, enjoying each others company. The brunet grabbed the other's hands. "You know I'm proud of you, right?" He started, glaring at the other when he tried to interrupt. "Shut, let me finish. I know I didn't say this enough, but I'm so proud of how you evolved your channel and the content you created."

He stopped, glamcing to where Michelle stood with her award. "And I know the award meant so much to you, but listen." He looked back to the male. "An award doesn't represent your success or worth. You are amazing, and I'm so proud of you."

Anthony felt his eyes tear up, but from completely different reasons. He let out a watery laugh. "Since when did you learn how to process emotions?" 

Ian rolled his eyes. "I've been taking a crash course." He mantioned, smiling at Anthony's laugh. "Also, don't worry too much- there's always next year."

"Next year…" The taller started, giving the other a soft smile. "Next year it'll be us. We're definitely gonna get smosh nominated on something." 

The brunet chuckled. "We'll see." He said, looking at the crown partying and having a good time. He cringed, the thought of being pressed against so many bodies not calling him. He turned to Anthony, who was also cringing at the crowd. "Wanna get outta here and have a drink at my place?"

The male pulled a face. "Wouldn't we look rude for ditching? It's part of what we were asked for, after all."

Ian waved a hand. "Nah, we were asked to present an award and we did. We're done here."

Anthony thought for a moment, before shrugging. "You know what, fuck it- lets get outta here." 

Ian smiled and pulled Anthony to the doors, leaving the building. As soon as both men entered Ian's car, Anthony looked at Ian and smiled. "Hey Ian?"

"Yeah?" The brunet asked, turning the vehicle on. 

"Thank you."

[erodasfishtacos]

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warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+

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Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

-

The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

-

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

-

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: In The Act {3}

Chris Evans x Famous OFC Cassia Drake

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Plenty of Words

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: After the release of your hit movie “Roman Holiday,” you’ve become Hollywood’s new “It Girl.” Everyone wants a piece of you. While at a Hollywood event, you get pulled into an epic selfie similar to the one from the MET Gala with the megastars of Hollywood. The next day all anyone can talk about is this epic picture but not because of the star power in it, but what was happening in it.

Note: Yep, another one. 

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Thank god for slow mornings. You couldn’t think of the last time you were able to wake up without Pieter either standing over you or walking into your bedroom. He was the only one your mother trusted with you, and he just so happened to be a big shot entertainment manager. When you told your mother that you intended to pursue a career in acting, she was livid. She went on a tirade of the number of black actresses who either had to do questionable things to even have a minor break and those who just were used and turned away. She stressed the vast inequalities in the entertainment industry and worried for your mental and emotional health in the cruel industry. She didn't want you anywhere near the entertainment industry. She wanted you to fall into her second career field and be a lawyer.

 It took months of you doing it on your own before you got your first role, it was small, but you played the shit out of the third black friend to the white lead actress then did it again and again and again. After your fourth role, your mother came around and brought Pieter into the mix. You knew of him from the industry. He’d been in a few tabloid magazines standing next to a few actresses. Your mother introduced him as her school friend from back in the day. You wanted to question her, but you knew better than that and just accepted the story she fed you. You always suspected there was more to it. The two of them sat you down for three hours to have a meeting on your goals with the industry.

After you went on and on for an hour, they went on and on for the next two outlining what needed to happen, how you needed to take things seriously, and put thought into the roles you auditioned for and so on. By the end of the meeting, you were on information overload, and that was when your mother told you the only way she’d be okay with you in this cutthroat town was if Pieter managed you. There was nothing in you that wanted to say no, so you said yes. That was two years now, and it had been a rollercoaster from the beginning.

 Once in your kitchen still in your bra and panties, you perused the shelves in your fridge and took out the huge fruit salad you found there. After smelling it, you settled that it was still good and hopping onto the kitchen island and turned on the TV. As you ate, you flipped through the channels determined not to go to anything that required a brain cell. After a few moments of searching, you decided to finish the episode of Castlevania you’d started weeks ago.

 You got lost in the lore of the Dracula themed animated series and the deliciousness of the fruit you were eating. You’d tuned everything out so well that you didn’t even hear anyone approach.

 “Cassia!”

 “What!”

 You looked back to see Tiffany with her head poked around a corner looking at you.

 “I think you’re gonna want to come out here,” she said with a look on her face you didn’t recognize.

 “Uhh—why?”

“Just come look.” With that, her head was gone. Sighing, you pressed pause on the show, hopped off the counter, stabbed a piece of honeydew, and walked to where she’d disappeared. When you walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to your foyer, there sat a rather large floral arrangement.

 “What the fuck is this?”

 “What does it look like?”

 “Flowers,” you answered before you shoved the fruit in your mouth to stand beside Tiffany.

 “Duh.”

 “Who are they from?”

 You both stood there, just staring at it. They were gorgeous.

 “I don’t know. I have been trying not to grab the card,” tiffany added. You looked at her; there was a wide ass grin on her face.

 “It’s probably from Vouge thanking me for the photoshoot yesterday,” you surmised as you approached the arrangement. The scent of roses was powerful but not overwhelming.

 Grabbing the card, you glanced at the front to see your name written across it. You didn’t recognize the handwriting. When you opened it, you scanned the words written, expecting to see “thank you.” Instead, you saw the words, “I’m sorry.” Bringing the card closer to your face, you read the words. Each word you read, your eyes bugged out even more and more until your jaw had dropped.

 “What? Who’re they from?”

 “Not Vouge.” Tiffany walked to you and took the card from your hands and read it aloud.

 “Cassia, allow me to begin by extending my most sincerest apology to you for first my behavior the night of the fashion event and second the position I have put you in with the press. I am embarrassed and ashamed of my actions and behavior,” Tiffany began before she looked at you with eyes wide.

 “Is this who I think it is? Oh my god, Cass!”

 She dropped her eyes back to the card and continued. “I am embarrassed and ashamed of my actions and behavior, and I deeply regret them. I am very sorry, and I want you to know that in no way did I mean to objectify you or your body. I have two sisters and a strong Italian mother, and I was not raised that way at all. I hope that you can forgive me and my actions and not hold it against my family. Please accept these flowers as a token of my most heartfelt apology. Sincerely Chris Evans,” Tiffany finished with the squeal of his name.

 “Oh my god! Cass!”

 You’d been frozen in place for the last two minutes as she read the card. There were a plethora of things running through your head. One of which was the number of formal words he’d used.

 “Oh my fucking god! Cass, is this his handwriting? It looks like it could be, it’s legible. Oh my god.”

 You heard Tiffany reread the card, and as she did, you turned back to the flowers and observed them. You took notice that the flowers were all in your favorite colors. That made you wonder if he knew your favorite colors, or this was just a florist’s decision.

  “Why are you so quiet? Why aren’t you freaking out?”

 “Do you think he knows my these are my favorite colors?”

 Tiffany looked back to the arrangement then let out a “hmm.”

 “Do you think he specially researched you in order to send these? It is possible. this card sounds like he put a lot of thought into it.”

 You took the card from her and reread it for yourself. She was right; the handwriting wasn’t horrible, by no means was it gorgeous, but it was nice. You began to wonder if he had, in fact, written it himself.

 “Are you going to reply?”

 That was the million-dollar question. You didn’t see a need to. Even if you did, what what you say? Thank you, Mr. Evans, for apologizing for looking down my dress. Though I enjoyed the attention, and I am flattered, It was highly inappropriate? Somehow that didn’t seem right.

 “No need,” you answered before you walked away toward the kitchen and your fruit salad.

 “What!”

 Tiffany’s footsteps were loud as she trudged behind you.

 “Why wouldn’t you reply? This could be one of the cutest meet-cute stories for your grandkids.”

 “Oh my god, Tiff, grandkids? Are you insane right now?”

 “Girl, don’t even try and lie and say you don’t think the man is fine.”

 “I never said he wasn’t attractive.”

 “Attractive? Cassia Anjelique Drake, you know you a damn liar. The man is more than attractive. He is gorgeous,” Tiff corrected.

 “And he knows it, Tiffany. You can tell. I bet part of him thought he could have gotten away with x-ray visioning me, and no one would have called him out for it.”

 “Cass,” Tiff began before you cut her off.

 “—We’re not responding,” you finished turning back on Castelvania.

 You knew Tiffany did not approve and also knew you hadn’t heard the end of it. You tried to focus on the show, but it was useless. Your mind only wanted to think of one thing—or person. Chris Evans.

 Your day was just for meetings. Pieter had set you up with six meetings for the day. The first three were about movie roles he thought would suit your brand. They were all varying roles, one the lead in an action flick, another the love interest in a rom-com, and the third in a sci-fi type dramady. He said the worst thing in the world was being typecast. With Roman Holiday being a romcom, you knew he’d want your next role to be on the far opposite side of the spectrum.

The roles sounded exciting, and the scripts intrigued you. When they began talking about the expected salary for the films, you were impressed. They were practically throwing their money at you. You couldn’t believe the money actors actually received for a few months of work. Yeah, the schedule could be daunting and preparation never ending, but millions of dollars for maybe five to six months of work was just fine by you.

 After the three movie meetings where you agreed to take the scripts and reread them before you got back to them, you moved on to a meeting with your team to discuss the next three months for you while going over the last three months. This happened quarterly, and you found the meetings insightful. They kept you on track with your goals and kept things in perspective. Your mother always said you are only as good as a capable team around you.

Your team comprised of your agent, Eduardo, whose job was to hunt down all the roles he could for you and field calls and interest from anyone and everyone in the business. Second, your publicist Julez, her domain was everything concerning your PR. Her job was to make sure that everything about you in the public remained favorable. She was good at what she did, and took her job seriously. Then was your lawyer, Martin, who was the second-best entertainment lawyer in the business. The best as far as you were concerned was your mother. His job was to keep everything legal and make sure no one tried to take advantage of you business-wise. Fourth, was your accountant, Greg. He was your money man. He made sure every cent you agreed upon with your contracts, was sent to your bank account and that every dime in your account was accounted for at all times. He even helped you invest that money, so it always grew. Then came your part-time stylist, Frenchie. Her job was to keep you looking incredible when she was needed. Finally, there was Pieter who oversaw them all. Tiffany nicknamed them Star Team, in honor of your name.

Though you’d learned to listen and follow along when they talked, you had to admit most of the information was boring to you, so you often drifted off. You never felt guilty about it because Tiffany was always recording the meetings and inventorying them for you if you needed to reference them later.

 “Okay, is that all?” Pieter looked around at their faces around the conference table.

 “One more thing, Julez began. “Have you decided how you’d like to move forward with eh-em, Boobgate?”

 The murmurs around the desk picked up before Julez went on. “The media seemed to love your snarky, comedic comeback, Cassia. They are now doing most of the work for us by calling you good-spirited and easy-going for shrugging it off. A lot of the comments since are in good fun. I don’t see anything negative to come through, so I’m going to say we’re staying in good parameters. I have noticed though a great increase in searches about you and your overall name being mentioned. People love talking about you and Chris,” Juelz finished.

 “Why wouldn’t they? They look gorgeous together,” Frenchie added.

 “That seems to be the overall consensus. It is fascinating even those in his fandom do not seem to be spinning this negatively, which is always a concern with him and his team,” Juelz informed.

 That was not news to you. When you had yet to make your big break, you followed celebrity discourse, and the Chris Evans fandom was insane. It seemed any little thing set them off, and once a fire was sparked, it would burn for weeks. With your rising fame, you worried about things like that on your end and being swept up in someone else’s insanity.

 “So let’s leave it there. Let the media run with it where they will. We’ll do and say nothing on it. We’ll let this work for us,” Pieter finalized.

 Everyone nodded before he called an end to the meeting, and everyone began to leave the room. Before you left, Pieter took the time to remind you about your last meeting of the day and share the news about a few other side projects he’d been working on for you. He shared that within a week or two, he hoped to be able to share the full news but that he was excited at the turn talks had taken today. You were curious but knew if you asked him to elaborate, he would only shoo you away, promising it would be a good surprise. He had your mother’s trust and had earned yours, so you allowed him to keep his secrets—for now.

 After your last meeting, you found yourself home alone before midnight. This was the first time you'd been able to get any alone time. As you made it in your bedroom, you realized the flowers were now perched on your bedside table. They were even more beautiful in the glow of the moonlight that was shining through your balcony windows. Tiffany must have sent a message to the housekeeper to move them there.

 You took up the card and reread it, all the while smiling. It was a sweet apology note and a kind gesture. You were surprised Julez didn’t bring them up in the meeting until it dawned on you that either she didn’t know which meant they came directly from him and not his assistant or team or she didn’t want to put you on the spot. While she technically answered to Pieter, she knew your money was what paid her salary. That meant you and her had an understanding about your PR needs. You liked discretion on things that no one else needed to know. This—you didn’t want Pieter knowing about. There was no need for him to know. It meant nothing.

 The next day before you left your house, there was yet another bouquet and the card that accompanied it read; “Just in case you didn’t believe the first card I sent with the first arrangement I wanted to double down to make sure you knew that I am very much sorry.”

 Tiffany didn’t say one word, all she did was give you a look, and that one look said plenty of things in one. “Heifer, you better reply to that man and live your life while swinging from his chandelier butt ass naked.” You had no intention of doing anything that look said.

 The next day, another bouquet was waiting for you. this card was a little more amusing. “The first bouquet I could say you possibly didn’t receive. I know your life is busy, and anything can happen, but the second one, eh, less believable that you didn’t get no matter how much my pride is screaming at me that you didn’t just to save face. This one, I am sure you got, I had my assistant take care of it and attach a delivered and received receipt. So you responding is a purpose thing, and that makes me think I fucked up really bad, so bad that flowers won’t fix it, and you don’t forgive me. So I propose an alternative option. Allow me to apologize in person and explain myself. You pick the time and the place, and I’ll show up.”

 When Tiffany saw this one, she lost her shit. She went on a full twenty-minute speech on why you should respond and accept his proposal. She went through exhibits A to Z as to why this was a good idea. She conveniently skipped the letter P knowing damn well the only thing you both could think of was Pieter. You knew that if he knew about any of this, he would flip his lid. When she included in her argument that you could make all of his dreams come true that he’s had all his life but was too afraid to inquire about.

 You allowed her to go on her rant but still decided against responding or meeting him.

  ~~~~~~~~

-2 Days Later-

  “So Cassia, everyone wants to know about this picture that is still the talk of the town. You haven’t made a statement, Chris hasn’t made a statement. What gives?” Ryan Seacrest’s question had you giggling.

 “Nothing gives, Ryan. Not everything needs an explanation. Sometimes as humans, we have to learn to be okay with what is,” you philosophized.

 Silence stretched for a full ten seconds before everyone around you busted out laughing, including yourself.

 “Wow, I almost fell for that,” Ryan added, making you laugh louder.

 “Darn, I almost got away with it.”

 “You would have if I really didn’t want an answer,” Ryan slid in.

 “Ah, everyone wants an answer, Ryan. I don’t have an answer to give.”

 “You weren’t there?”

 “No. It was my twin sister, Alicia.”

 Another long stretch of silence filled the room. You could tell they were trying to figure out if you were telling the truth. “See, you guys are easy,” you teased, making them laugh again.

 “So, you’re really not going to make a statement?”

 “I went to an event and met a lot of cool people and had a great time.”

 “Did you and Chris Evans leave together?”

 “Not at all.”

 “Did you exchange numbers?”

 “Nope.”

 Another silence befell the room, and you knew they didn’t believe you. For the next five minutes or so, you finished the interview while keeping tightlipped about the hottest topic. When you left, you were met with the paparazzi yet again, who were shouting new questions.

 “Cassia, are the rumors true?”

 “What rumors, guys?”

 “That you’re in a relationship with Captain America himself.”

 You tried to hide your shock before you quickly spoke.

 “Who said that?”

 Tiffany snorted beside you, no doubt thinking of her favorite gif.

 “It is all over social media,” one of the paparazzo informed.

 “That’s news to me,” you finished as your security got you to your truck. Before you got in one more question was screamed at you.

 “How’d it feel to have Captain America checking you out?”

 You couldn’t hide your smirk this time, and it was a smirk that only got bigger and bigger. Before you cheesed like a full-on idiot, you ducked in the truck.

 “Your smirk said it all,” Tiffany said as you facepalmed.

 After a quick trip to the market for some essentials, you made it home to finish reading the scripts you needed to have done in two days. When you walked inside, you ignored the second bouquet of flowers, Chris sent you the day after the first and went upstairs. Once in your bedroom, the third bouquet he sent yesterday caught your eye. The first one was a shock, the second a surprise, the third confusing.

 After your shower, you walked back into your bedroom to find another bouquet that wasn't there thirty minutes ago. You knew they were from him. This was now amusing. What was his angle, you thought to yourself as you crossed the room to the flowers. Taking a deep whiff of them, you moaned. You loved the scent of Gardenia. They always put you in the frame of mind of romance and sensual rolls in bed. With that thought, you paused. Was he trying to tell you something?

 Grabbing the envelope, you noted it was a lot bigger than the cards that accompanied the other bouquets. Once opening it, you saw a sheet of paper that felt heavier than standard paper, and with it came what you now knew was his handwriting. “Okay, after thinking about this for the last week trying to figure out what it is about me that you don’t like or won’t even entertain. Let’s start with the massive elephant in the room; I’m white.”

 You had to laugh out loud for that. After almost a full minute of laughter that made you have to sit on your bed, you continued. “I know a major turn off, and unfortunately, it’s not something I can change. However, I can assure you that though I am white aesthetically, I am not fully white in any other department, and yes, that includes dancing.”

 Again you laughed, dropping onto your back while flailing your legs in the air. He was on a roll; you thought before you continued. “Second, it must be you’re not into white guys. For that, the only thing I can offer is I’m not against wearing a paper bag to hide the fact that I am, in fact, white. It would be a case of none are the wiser. If, however, your gripe with me is my behavior from nights before, I promise I’m not a sleaze twenty-four hours of the day. I am capable of looking directly into your eyes for an entire conversation, I promise. Let me prove it to you. 424-947-5639.”

 Your jaw dropped. Chris freaking Evans just gave you his phone number. You couldn’t move for the next ten minutes. You just sat there in a stunned stupor. You couldn’t believe this was real. Half of you was fangirling because hello not too long ago; you were a fan. You still were. The other half was freaking out because Chris Evans just gave you his phone number. Was he just being friendly, or was he shooting his shot?

 MSG: Question.

MSG Tiff: Answer for two hundred Alex.

MSG: How does one shoot their shot?

MSG Tiff: What? Cass, has it really been that long since you’ve made the first move?

MSG: Do you know who you’re talking to? I’ve never made the first move. That is beside the point. I’m not talking about me shooting my shot. I mean when someone shoots their shot at you. What exactly does it look like?

 You saw the bubbles knowing she was probably writing a long ass message. Almost a minute later, the message came in.

 MSG Tiff: Uh, were you not present at the Laker’s game when the Sixers were in town, and Jonah Bolden stopped the game to come over and shoot his shot?

 You laughed. You hadn’t forgotten that, mainly because it was everywhere the next day. The two of you talked for a few weeks, but your schedule and his had things fizzling real quick.

 MSG: Yeah, but he was black, Tiff.

  That was when the facetime call came in. you rolled your eyes but answered it. “So are we asking what it looks like when a white guy shoots his shot? Is that to lead me to think you mean a particular America’s ass?”

 “Oh my god, Tiff. Just answer please,” you pleaded with exasperation.

 “I need to know who first. White guys shooting their shot do not come in one size fits all. So who?”

 Rolling your eyes again, you told her and prepared for the scream. It was as loud as expected.

 “Okay, I knew he was feeling you. A man doesn’t look at any ol breasts like that,” Tiffany joked before she continued. “He looks like he could have game, but it could be cheesy game. Did he send you more flowers?”

 You turned the camera to the new bouquet, and she melted. “Oh my god, those are to die for. They just get more and more beautiful. He definitely put research into this one. you love gardenias.”

 It was true, and the thought had crossed your mind. When she asked what the note said this time, you read it to her. It had her laughing just as hard and long. When you mentioned that he ended it with his number, she screamed again.

 “Call him!”

 “No!”

 “Cassiopeia Anjelique Drake! The man has shot his ultimate shot,” Tiffany shouted, using your entire full name.

 You rolled your eyes and dropped back onto your bed.

 “I can’t call. Pieter will freak,” you excused.

 “Fuck, Pieter!” It came from the depths of her soul, you could tell. “This is your life, your pussy!”

You face palmed yourself again. She had to go there.

 “I’m serious. I know you’ve heard the rumors from that comedian he dated, and he swears his fingering is accurate, and you have seen his beard. A man with a beard like that is good for one thing.”

 You screamed and died again. She was in prime form right now.

 “Cassia.”

 Groaning, you sat up and sighed out. “I gotta go Tiff, I’m supposed to have a video conference in ten minutes, and I’m sitting here in a towel. I’ll call you later.”

 “When you call me, you better be telling me that you talked to that man,” Tiffany shouted out as you were ending the facetime call.

 You quickly got yourself together, and presentable then made it to your office to prep for the conference with the scripts. Seeing how far behind you were with the scripts, you show the participants a quick email to push it back by a few hours. Then you buckled down to actually get some work done instead of thinking about the real reason Chris Evans had a beard.

Two hours later, you were on the conference and going through the script line for line, film direction after direction. If one script would have taken an hour to go through, then three took you triple the time. By the time you’d finished for the day, you were all talked out, exhausted, and starving. Glancing at your phone, you saw missed calls from Tiffany and your mother and groaned at the fact that it was after one in the morning. If you’d have known following your dreams meant bye-bye to normal sleep hours, then you may have thought twice.

With the craving for the most unhealthy crap raging within you, you got into your car and went for a drive. While the time meant not many were out, you knew anywhere in the heart of LA would be a mistake. You drove half an hour out of the way to Pasadena to the burger spot you found by accident. It was no Shake Shake, but it offered two of your favorite things in one place, Burgers and Pies.

 As you walked inside the small shop, you smiled, grateful it was practically empty. You walked to the back of the retro style burger joint and sat in the last booth. Deciding it was safe to drop your disguise, you took off your hat and sunglasses and took a deep breath of the glorious smell of burger and pies. You weren’t waiting long before a waitress came over with a note pad.

“Welcome. Can I take your order?”

 “Yes, the Big Ben burger with the works, please.” She looked at you like you were insane.

 “Are you sure? That’s a big plate,” she warned. You smiled and nodded.

 “Oh yeah. I haven’t eaten all day,” you assured.

 “Okay. How would you like it?”

 “Very well done, please.”

 She nodded as she jotted your order down. “Anything to drink?”

 “Ginger Ale with a lemon slice, please,” you finished before she nodded and walked away.

 You really liked this place. It was one of the few places that still had a jukebox. Digging into your purse, you pulled out a quarter then walked to the device that wasn’t too far from the booth you’d chosen. As you perused the selections of old and new music, you tried to gauge the mood you were in. It had been a while since you were able to sneak away on your own. You were in the mood for some relaxation but a bit of fun. You tapped in the key combination and turned the knob, and waited for the tune to play. When the oldie by Rihanna “Pon de Replay” came on, you began flicking your hips from side to side until you began winding it.  You heard the distant ring of a bell that signified someone else had entered the restaurant, but it didn’t register, you were too into the song.

 When you really got into it, you dipped it low as instructed and began singing along. That was when your entire body got into it, and you tapped into your own inner bad gyal. When you turned around, you yelped loudly, drawing the attention of the waitstaff to you. Before you stood the person, you least expected to see. The crooked quirk of his lip gave him the most roguish look you’d ever seen, a look that shouldn’t have turned you on the way it had—but it did.

 “Don’t stop on my account,” Chris teased with an impossibly deep voice. It never sounded that deep in interviews, you thought to yourself before your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. His cerulean eyes fell from yours to your mouth, and you watched as his tongue slowly slid across his lips. Your nipples beaded painfully, and you didn’t need to look down to know that if anyone looked, it would be more than noticeable.

 Why are you turned on right now, you questioned in your head. There was no logical reason for it. Yes, he smelled—incredible. There was no way anyone should smell that good; it was impossible. He smelled like fruits, sea salt, sunshine, vanilla, and a very appealing musk. He smelled like he took four showers a day and took pride in being groomed to perfection. The more you thought about it, the harder your nipples got.

 “Cat got your tongue?”

 Clearing your throat, it came out most exaggeratedly with a long high pitch. Chris’s brows wrinkled as he looked at you as if there might have been something wrong with you.

 “Uh—are you okay?”

 Instead of words, it was terrifying giggles that came out, making you sound like a deranged, cackling Hyena. The look on Chris’s face only became more concerned. You cleared your throat again this time more naturally and straightened your back.

 “What’re—what’re you doing—here?”

 “In a public restaurant?”

 “Yeah, this public space,” you clarified before you crossed your arms over your breasts. “It’s mine.”

 “Yours? You own it?”

 “No, but it’s my secret place.”

 “Ah, I see. If it was so much of a secret, then how did I find it?”

 He was contesting you, challenging you. It was at this moment you got the vibe from him that he was the type of man who liked to debate, compete, and win. A man like that should have had your red flags blaring, but no red flags were waving. The only thing that was waving in front of you was a deep curiosity to know this man in a way that you hadn’t wanted to know anyone before.

 Shrugging, you walked back to your table and sat. He approached you all the while, never taking his eyes off of you. You bit your bottom and tried to keep your thoughts boring. Before either of you could speak again, the waitress came back with your order.

 “Big Ben burger with the works and fries and a ginger ale with lemon slices.”

 When she put it down, she looked to Chris, who dipped his head low and pulled down his hat. The woman looked as if she might have recognized him, but she didn’t speak; she just peered closer. You cleared your throat and slid your plate closer. It was enough to distract the woman.

 “Will there be anything else, honey?”

 “No, thank you.”

 “And you? Will you be staying or going?”

 Chris looked to you with one eyebrow raised. Your eyes met, and you saw the question in them. It was a mix of a question and a challenge. He expected you to answer. It would give you the control of the situation, and it would also make it so you’d have to blatantly turn him down in front of his face rather than ignoring him as you’d been doing the last few days. You bit your bottom lip and took a deep breath. You had enough balls to turn him down right here. You’d done worse to other guys—a lot worse. The question was, did you want to do it to him.

 When you locked eyes with him again, an amused smile spread across his lips. You bit your bottom lip again and sighed.

 “He will be staying,” you answered.

 The waiter looked to you then to him and nodded. Chris slid into the booth before you still keeping eye contact. The longer he looked at you; the more unnerved you became.

 “All right, what can I get you sugar?”

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Pairing: Loki x Darcy

Warning: Lingerie shopping; Provocative Pics; Mention of Among Us; Bad Writing; 18+

Words: 700

Prompt: Lingerie - @the-th-horniest-book-club​ Kinktober 14th Oct 👻

A/N: Unbeta! Any grammar mistake will be on me. Divider by me 😆 Comment, like and reblog are highly desirable 💋 also thank you for @mrsraeschmidt​​ for the Among US 101 xD

Darcy wasn’t amused at Loki lately. Well…the sex still great but the attention…, the attention had been lacking lately. Since Loki found about Among Us in the phone apps, he’s been engrossed in that game. His phone has been the only thing that keeps him occupied. Early in the morning, after breakfast, in the meeting, at dinner, and even after having sex, Loki always glued to his smartphone for none other than playing that game. She’s almost sure that Tony complained about it during one of the missions.

Loki usually didn't mind tagging along when Darcy needed extra input in choosing clothing. Not that she always shops here and there but a girl sometimes needed extra attention.

“Ugh…,” Darcy grunted at her reflection in the mirror. She likes the look of the black lace plunge teddy on her body but she needed some input.

She fished out her phone and took a selfie. When she looked in the gallery folder, only her face and half of her upper body were captured by the camera.

Feeling a little bit naughty, she took a non-selfie picture using the floor-length floor mirror inside the fitting room. She took several pics with different poses.

Slightly opened the fitting room door, her blue eyes roamed to the chair outside. “Wanda.” The scarlet witch switched her green eyes from her phone screen to Darcy.

“Hey Darce, what’s up?”

“Can you choose like five lingerie for me? Like whatever you found sexy and you know, risqué.”

Wanda's eyes darted to the left when suddenly Natasha appeared in front of Darcy's fitting room. “I might have a good selection for you Lewis.” Her green eyes sparkled as she strolled away.

Darcy looked at Wanda and Wanda replied to her with a shrugged of her shoulder.

Not long after that, the black widow came back to the fitting room section with a pile of lingerie. “Try this lewis.”

“O—ok!”

The first one was a sheer mesh teddy in black. It has an embroidered flower on the cup, and when Darcy turns back, she can see her ass cheeks clearly. She took several pictures with that lingerie.

She did that with the second, third, and fourth lingerie. All of them were exquisite and sexy. Of course, Darcy spent as much time as she could to pose and snap several provocative pictures of herself.

When Darcy picked up the last lingerie she was shocked, “holy shit! Oh...my...God!”

Darcy tried the last piece Natasha gave her. The fabric was a green soft lace with some ruffle and cute pattern. However, it’s basically shocking to her since she can see her pink nipple as the cups only supported her under the breast, like a corset. It’s also crotchless.

“I see you liking it,” Natasha yelled from outside.

“Hell yeah!” I mean this is a whole new level of risqué.” She replied enthusiastically to the Black Widow.

After she finished taking pictures of the last lingerie, Darcy exited the fitting room with her usual non-official S.H.I.E.L.D/Jane assistant office attire. Wanda and Natasha sat on the plush red chair.

“So did you like it?” The red hair asked

Darcy hooded and sat in the middle. “I need to send Loliball the pictures. He’s been ignoring me lately.” She pouted.

“You should. Come on, just send it to him right now.”

As per direction by Natasha, Darcy sent all the photos chronologically from the more subtle one to the revealing and riskier one.

Loki usually responds quite late if she sends a text to him but now her inbox has exploded with Loki’s comment. And when the last three pictures were shown as read , for the first time since Monday Loki called her. Darcy looked at Natasha and Wanda. Natasha gave at her a knowing smirk.

“Pet— Darcy, where are you?” Loki's tone sounds lower than usual. There’s a twinge of something animalistic about it.

“Told ya I was going to a store today.”

“Stay where you are. Be right there in a minute.” And with that Loki ended the calls.

Darcy smiled triumphantly. She’s looking forward to what’s gonna happen with her and that lingerie.

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I probably shouldn't even say anything but I know you don't like that people ship you and heroponchris but reblogging a million of his selfies probably isn't helping your cause there. And, honestly, it's not that I mind cause he's cute and it's cool y'all BFFs but just— This just adds fuel to the fire, ya know?

First of all, sorry I've been super distracted and exhausted so I missed these

Second of all, we stan character development, good for you anon! I'm legit proud of you for catching yourself like that!

Third of all, I love @heroponchris Chris to the moon and back. He's often the first person I message in the morning and the last person I message at night (though time zones play into that somewhat). I am grateful every day that I get to spend interacting with him and I love the things he shares with me, which is also why since I haven't been as active lately the majority of the things I reblog are under my GFC tag - which is entirely stuff he send me. The thing you need to recognize and is that not all love is sexual. In fact I'd venture that the majority of love is not sexual. Chris isn't the only person I love, either. Of the top ten people I love in my life, excluding family even, I don't want to sleep with any of them.

The assumption that because I love someone and the fact that we're both gay men we have to be sexually interested in each other is not healthy either for us or y'all. If all of your relationships with people centralize around sex I think it would be very valuable if you reached out and befriended somebody you don't want to sleep with. It's important to have a support system and also a diverse pool of perspectives to draw from when you go to your friends. Please try to seek out love in your life that isn't dependent on your bodies or your sexuality.

Fourth of all, exactly what you said; I am going to show my affection however the fuck I want. Back before the pandemic I primarily showed affection through physical touch, but now I can't do that. So yeah, I'll go through and reblog all of my best friend's selfies or spontaneously reach out to make sure people know o still care despite being busy. Y'all are absolutely welcome to call me out if I do anything problematic or uninformed and I'll try to be receptive to that! But no I will not change how I behave on this website of all places because some of y'all don't know how to be respectful to people you find attractive.

Bottom line: I love Chris a ton. He's my best friend and I never want that to change. No, this does not give you permission to ship us (or anyone without their explicit consent because it's fucking creepy). No I will not change my behavior. Even if we were having sex neither of us would owe that information to just anybody.

On the other hand, I go here knowing that what I post is public, so like yeah mind your own business somewhat but also hey if I reblog every selfie Chris had posted, you can go ahead and reblog them too

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Lost Heart Chapter 10

Act Normal

Magic can be a dangerous thing to play around with, particularly when that magic is tangled up in a curse. When Nathalie Sancoeur experiments with magic that she doesn’t fully understand, it sends her on a path to become Paris’ most dangerous supervillain and tips the balance between superheroes and supervillain.

But which way will the balance fall?

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Marinette was all over the place as she got ready for school.

"Marinette, focus," Tikki sighed as she watched her Chosen put on her t-shirt inside-out. "You have to act like it's a normal day today, remember?"

"I know," Marinette groaned. "I don't know why I'm like this. I was just fine yesterday after the fight! It has to be because I'm going to see Adrien today," she added. "And I'm going to have to not blurt out 'Your father is Hawkmoth!' when I see him."

Tikki giggled. "You could have seen Adrien after going back to school yesterday, but you weren't keyed up about it then."

"Because I was still in disbelief!" Marinette got her shirt on properly and snatched up her brush to get the tangles out of her hair. "Like, with the way that the fights have been getting tougher and tougher, I wasn't expecting Hawkmoth to just give up and tell us who he was! I mean, I- I was honestly worried for my life for a few seconds there," Marinette added quietly, turning somber. "Before Chat Noir pulled Hawkmoth away from me. I was thinking, this isn't how I want Mama and Papa to find out that I'm Ladybug."

Tikki perched on Marinette's shoulder, cuddling up to her wordlessly.

"And then to have him suddenly begging us for help- that was some crazy whiplash." Marinette pushed her bangs off of her forehead. "Then I had to push past all of that to gather as much information as possible, and…. I think I just shoved it all in a box in my head to think about later. And now I've had time to think about it, and then we saw Mrs. Agreste, and- and my head's a mess."

Tikki nodded.

"And I know that Adrien's been missing his mom and has been worried about his father and he's my friend and I just want to tell him so that he knows that he'll be getting his mom back," Marinette finished. "I know that if it was my mom who had been missing, I would want to know everything. But I know that I can't tell him anything."

"Maybe you can bring some treats to share with your friends?" Tikki suggested. "If you know Adrien's favorite, you could bring that. Would that make you feel less guilty about not telling him?"

Marinette wrinkled her nose. "It would feel like I'm trying to bribe him not to be mad at me in advance."

"But would Adrien appreciate a treat anyway?"

"Of course he would. He loves chocolate." Marinette finished brushing her hair and pulled it back into her trademark pigtails, checking in the mirror to make sure that at least outwardly, she looked put together. "I'll do that, I guess. If I can get on school with enough time to give Adrien and Nino and Alya their treats before class starts."

As it turned out, Marinette had nothing to worry about. She got to school with plenty of time, only to find Nino and Alya clustered with some other students around Lila's desk as she spun some ridiculous tale. Marinette rolled her eyes at the group of them and headed back down to the lockers to wait for Adrien there.

He didn't take long to arrive. And when he did, Marinette was surprised to see that Adrien looked absolutely out of it, dark circles under his eyes not quite covered properly and hair not nearly as neat as normal.

"Rough night?" Marinette asked, sidling up to his side. Adrien jumped before turning to her with a sheepish smile.

"You could tell already?

"It's pretty obvious," Marinette admitted. "I could tell that there was an attempt to cover up the bags under your eyes, but, uh…"

Adrien winced and dug in his pocket. He pulled out his phone after a second, unlocking it and turning the camera into selfie mode. Using that as a mirror, he used his finger to blend in the dabs of concealer that he had clearly thrown on earlier. "Better?"

"A bit, yeah." Marinette tilted her head, then dug in her bag for her spare hairbrush. "Uh…"

"My hair too, huh?" Adrien accepted the brush, handing his phone over to Marinette so that she could hold it for him. "Yeah, okay, I was a bit of a mess. Thanks, Marinette."

"No problem." Marinette accepted her hairbrush back and tucked it in her bag. "Anytime." She surveyed Adrien. Even now that he had tidied up and hidden the bags under his eyes, he looked tired and a bit stressed. She had to wonder if he had started suspecting something was up in his house. It couldn't be easy to hide Nathalie's sudden heartlessness, especially when she was usually the one to interact with Adrien. Suddenly, Marinette remembered the small bakery box that she still had tucked under her arm. She hastily pulled it out, opening it up and offering it to Adrien. "Pain au chocolat?"

Adrien perked up. "Oh, definitely!" He reached into the box, grabbing the pastry on top and biting into it. "You're the best, Marinette. This is exactly what I needed today."

"You can take all of them," Marinette offered, closing the box up again and holding it out to Adrien. "I was originally going to give one to Alya and Nino, too, but they're already in the classroom listening to another one of Lila's stories."

Adrien hesitated. "Are you sure you don't want to just give them their pain au chocolat later?"

"You look like you need it more, honestly." Marinette flashed him a smile. "They'll survive."

"Then sure, I'll never turn down more Dupain-Cheng baking." Adrien accepted the box with a smile and tucked it in his locker. "And Lila's up to her usual tricks, huh?"

"I really don't feel like dealing with it today, but yeah." Marinette waited for Adrien to finish getting what he needed for the morning, and then they turned to head up to the classroom together. "I didn't even stay long enough to hear what she was yabbering on about this time."

"Mhmm." Adrien made a face. "I can't believe that people are still even listening to her. I thought that everyone would figure it out for sure by now, but…."

Marinette just nodded. It was frustrating to watch. The stories by themselves were annoying, but even worse-

"She's got Nino working on making a portfolio of his music and filmwork," Adrien said, frustration clear in his voice. "On some empty promise to show it to some of her connections when he's finished. Or some implied promise, at least. And I've raised some concerns about it, but he doesn't listen. And he's not going to figure it out any time soon, because Lila supposedly has some charity thing talking up all of her extra time and he doesn't want to bother her. And I just- I don't have the energy right now to try to convince him that it's all made up."

"At least putting together a portfolio is good practice for him," Marinette pointed out, even as she winced. Nino was getting his hopes up for nothing. But she made practice portfolios all the time so that she could track her progress. It was just a good habit to have, so that she could pick out where her weaknesses were or where she was overusing certain techniques, and then she could fix that.

…not that she had really had the time to do that lately, but that was beside the point.

Adrien sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I suppose. I just- I don't know how much more I can watch, but trying to convince Nino not to listen is just….I don't know what it's going to take. And it's exhausting."

They headed up to the classroom in silence. As soon as they got inside, though, Adrien straightened up and tugged on Marinette's arm. "Hey, did you do the homework last night?"

"Yeah, of course, wh-" Marinette took another look at Adrien and stopped mid-question. Why he was asking was pretty obvious. She had never seen Adrien so distracted, which meant that he had probably not been able to do his homework well. A sudden change like that would prompt the teachers to send home a note or even call his father, which- if Marinette was right about what was bothering Adrien- would be the last thing that he wanted. Thankfully, she had done her homework with Rose and Juleka after school the previous day, so she knew that it had been done correctly. "Did you want to look over it together?"

"That would be great."

Marinette settled down in Nino's spot, pulling out her homework while Adrien found his. It was mostly filled out, but there were a few places where Adrien had clearly gotten partway through and then made a mistake that he couldn't find. "Okay, so let's start with first period…"

By the time the bell rang, they had worked their way through fourth period's homework. Adrien was looking a lot less frazzled as he re-organized his things in his folder.

"You had almost everything right," Marinette assured him as she made to pack up and move back a row to her seat. "There were just a couple issues."

"Yeah, but I know that the teachers would probably send a note home with me again if I came to school with homework that was more of a mess than usual." Adrien glanced behind them and placed a hand on Marinette's arm, keeping her in place. "Nino took your spot for the day, I think. You can stay here."

Marinette nodded and sat back down.

As it turned out, she hadn't needed to worry about blurting anything out in front of Adrien. Most of her focus went towards making sure that she was on top of everything in class- a necessity now that she was missing class on a somewhat regular basis thanks to the akuma fights, and because she needed to understand everything in order to get her homework done promptly- and the rest went towards making sure that Adrien was doing all right. There was no urge to tell him everything that she had learned, even though he was sticking by her side like glue, even coming home with her for lunch so that they could work on their homework together.

Her mom had taken one look at Adrien and then brought up two slices of chocolate cake from the bakery for them to have with their lunch.

"Well, you survived the day!" Tikki said cheerfully as she and Marinette headed back to the bakery after school. "No secrets blurted."

"Yeah, because I was worried about Adrien. There's no way that he doesn't suspect that something is up." Marinette trotted up the stairs to her room, snagging her after-school snack off of the kitchen counter as she went through. "So we're going to do homework together whenever he doesn't have something else he has to be at after school. It'll make both of us focus better, and maybe we can get through everything faster, too."

"He has something today, then?"

"Yeah, basketball." Marinette set everything down on her desk and started sorting it out. She and Adrien had made a pretty good dent over lunch hour- the saying that two heads was better than one definitely applied with them- but she still had a decent amount to finish before she had to join Jade Turtle and Chat Noir in the park.

They might have some issues getting back down the manhole that they had used to get out the previous night. Ladybug hadn't considered that before, but the roads were busier when it was still early in the evening. Not so busy that they couldn't find a minute when the road was empty, but it would be hard to linger on the side of the road waiting for an opportunity without getting noticed.

Maybe they should discuss moving their meeting time a little later, so that there would be less of a chance that someone would notice them headed down.

Marinette forced herself to focus and get through all of her homework for the night and then even get a bit ahead. Her projects called to her- there was a jacket piecing project that she really wanted to work on more- but Marinette ignored them.

She didn't know how soon things would get crazy in the Ladybug side of her life. She needed to be as ready as she could be to not have enough time to keep up with her normal life, which meant that the papers that were due in two weeks or the projects that needed to be done before the end of the semester. There was only so much that Marinette could do, of course, but what she could get done should get done.

And then it was time to go out.

Ladybug jumped across to the school before swinging down to the street and jogging to the park to settle in the same tree that she had hid in the night before. Chat Noir was already there, lounging across a large branch.

"It's going to be hard to get down the manhole," he told her right away. "It's too busy, and we're going to get noticed."

"It's mostly the getting noticed thing that I'm worried about," Ladybug told him. Then she perked up as an idea hit her. "Maybe we should be wearing disguises. If you tell me your size, I can probably find a couple trenchcoats at a thrift store or something."

Chat Noir grinned. "And that won't look at all suspicious, two people in trench coats and baseball caps climbing down into a manhole in the dead of the night."

"Most people probably won't care, honestly." Ladybug adjusted her seat on the branch so that she was more comfortable. "That's what my friend's brother said, anyway."

They waited in silence for a few more minutes before Jade Turtle appeared. He waved them down and they joined him.

"Tonight, I will not be joining you," Jade Turtle told them once he was sure that there was no one listening nearby. "I would only slow you down. Chat Noir, you know how to apply your potion. Ladybug, I got the other potions done today, so you might as well try to administer them right away. Pollen will tell you how to do it. They will make sure the coast is clear before you go into the cavern."

Ladybug nodded. She had expected that, honestly. Master Fu normally went to bed early, she knew, and even if he had been riding around on his shell the whole experience had probably been exhausting. Now that the first spell was cast, she and Chat Noir could handle the potions part on their own until it came time to reverse the effects of the curse fully with a second spell.

"I'll leave this kit with the two of you," Jade Turtle told them, handing the satchel to Ladybug. "It should have a week's worth of potions in it and everything that you'll need. Ladybug, maybe you can keep it during the day?"

Ladybug nodded again. That would be easy enough. Her parents didn't enter her room without permission and wouldn't snoop, so it should stay safe and secret. "Okay."

"And Ladybug, you remember the spell for pulling the kwamis out without an active holder and can teach Chat Noir, right?" Jade Turtle asked. "So that I don't have to come out to meet you every time you go down?"

She nodded. She had practiced, at Tikki's suggestion. "Of course."

Jade Turtle nodded, pleased, then bid them farewell and headed off. After a minute's deliberation, Ladybug and Chat Noir decided to wait on the rooftops for an opportunity to jump down and enter the tunnels. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for an opportunity to pop up, and they hastily jumped down, pulled up the manhole cover, and climbed down.

This time, the walk was much shorter. Now that the directions were entered in Ladybug's yo-yo and they knew where they were going, they could move much faster along the tunnels. It only took seven minutes before they were in front of the locked door leading to the cavern again.

"Wait here!" Pollen told them, and then she and Trixx zipped through. Ladybug rested one hand on their bag as they waited, hoping that everything would go smoothly.

"I wonder how long it's going to be until she doesn't look so lifeless," Chat Noir said quietly as they waited. The end of his tail had curled around Ladybug's ankle, and she wondered what had him nervous all of a sudden. "She was just so still yesterday. It was eerie."

"We might try the responsiveness tests again today," Ladybug suggested, though she wasn't entirely sure how to do everything. "Or tomorrow. But I don't think she'll really wake up properly until we do the spell."

Chat Noir nodded. "Yeah." He paused, clearly indecisive about something, then blurted out "I- does it seem strange to you that we aren't just charging in to do something about Mayura right away? Like, we know who she is, we know who Hawkmoth is….I can understand not wanting to risk a battle upstairs with Mrs. Agreste down here, but just waiting…"

Ladybug couldn't help but agree. She and Tikki had had a discussion about that the previous day, actually, trying to strategize and figure out what Master Fu's most likely course of action would be. "Yeah. But it's dangerous to move her in this condition. And it would be hard." Just getting themselves down the manhole without attracting attention had been hard enough. With a life-support machine carrying a moderately famous model-actress?

Yeah, not happening.

"I mean, if I were in charge, I think I would get Mrs. Agreste to a point where she doesn't need the machine and carry her out somehow," Ladybug continued. Then they could actually do something about Mayura before the curse progressed much further- if it could progress further, that was. Once all of her heart was gone, what else would the curse take? "Then we wouldn't have to worry about her being down here and we could strike."

Chat Noir glanced at her. "Have you suggested that to Master Fu? I think it would be a good idea!"

Ladybug couldn't help but smile at the idea. She had spent enough time with Master Fu to know that trying to suggest "rushing" anything- whether or not it was actually rushing was up for debate- was a big no in Master Fu's mind. "He wouldn't go for it. I think he's a bit overly cautious now because of what happened with him at the temple. He'll want to make sure that Mrs. Agreste is fully taken care of before moving anywhere."

Chat Noir opened his mouth- probably to ask about what had happened at the temple, and honestly, Ladybug didn't know either, just that it was bad- when he was interrupted by the kwamis' return.

"It's safe!" Pollen announced, popping out through the door and bringing an end to their conversation. There was a click as the lock opened, and then Trixx popped though, too. "Go right ahead!"

Ladybug nodded and pushed the door open, leading the way down the walkway. There was a sort of beauty to the cavern, she supposed, what with the arching rock walls and the geometric shapes in the walkways offset by the plants, all lit by the flickering red flames along the wall and the moonlight filtering down from above. But knowing that Mayura (or Hawkmoth, she supposed, though in theory that wouldn't be that bad) could come in at any minute put Ladybug on edge, and having Mrs. Agreste just laying there in a coffin, pale and still…

Ladybug knew that Mrs. Agreste was alive. She knew that. But she didn't look alive.

She was glad that Chat Noir was there with her, she really was.

"Look at the printout!" Chat Noir said suddenly, tugging at Ladybug's arm. "Right there, at the end!"

Ladybug looked. At the very end of the graph tracking Mrs. Agreste's breathing rate, there was a small but distinct uptick. Improvement.

"It's reversed most of the last month's damage," Chat Noir reported, crouching down to see it better. "That's good."

"Really good," Ladybug agreed. "Though Jade Turtle said that the decline slowed down as Mrs. Agreste's energy got lower, so…"

"So we can't extrapolate when she would theoretically be fully recovered," Chat Noir finished. He checked the chart again. "And there's the whole thing with Mayura becoming active and drawing more energy, so it's not like it would have been a steady decline either way."

"Right!"

Ladybug set Master Fu's bag down, pulling out the vial of blue potion for Chat Noir and the two other vials for herself while her partner got the glass cover opened and started his work. "Pollen, what do I do with these?"

"You'll use the dropper," Pollen told her, swooping down to perch on Ladybug's shoulder. "And give her a drop or two right on the tongue. She's elevated at a good angle, so she should be able to swallow reflexively. If she doesn't, then don't give her any more. We'll try again tomorrow. If she does, then we'll give her more!"

"Okay. Well, first I need to get at a better angle…" Ladybug considered their surroundings, then noticed a step-stool tucked among the plants. It would give her enough height to be sure that she was putting the drops on Mrs. Agreste's tongue and not accidentally dripping them straight down her throat. She pulled it over, taking a few moments to put it in the perfect place."Okay, and then I'll start with one drop, I think. Pollen, how much is one night's dose?"

"As much as you can get her to swallow while you're here. Any little bit will help."

Ladybug nodded, pulling a small amount of potion up into her dropper. Re-corking the bottle, she climbed up onto the stool. "It's so strange to think that people can swallow in their sleep."

"They do it regularly, to keep saliva from building up!" Trixx told her as Ladybug gently pried Mrs. Agreste's mouth open just a little bit. "But not everyone does it very well, and that's why some people drool all over their pillow when they sleep. And it doesn't happen super often, maybe three times an hour during normal sleep unless something triggers more. Which the potion should."

"Right."

Chat Noir was already spreading the blue potion over Mrs. Agreste's hands, letting it soak in. Ladybug took a few more steadying breaths, then dropped two small drops onto Mrs. Agreste's tongue. Then she waited, and waited, and waited.

Nothing happened.

"She's too deep in sleep still, I think," Pollen commented, frowning. "That's too bad."

Chat Noir had paused and was looking up at her, worried. "Is that bad? Is she behind schedule?"

"Trying today was really more a 'might as well try' more than a 'this should work by now'," Pollen corrected. "As long as we were careful with how much we gave her at a time, there was no downside to trying a little early and seeing how it went."

Even so, Ladybug couldn't help but be disappointed. She wanted Mrs. Agreste to recover as quickly and as smoothly as possible, and, well, this still felt like a setback. She could tell that Chat Noir was disappointed, too, though he was trying to hide it.

Instead of hyper-focusing on it, Ladybug watched as the energy-recovering potion that Chat Noir had soaked into Mrs. Agreste's hands. It had to be applied directly to the skin and the pale pantsuit that she was wearing didn't leave many options, so Chat Noir had to apply a layer, wait for it to soak in, and then spread on another thin coating. It glittered in the moonlight, delicate and clearly magical.

"My kwami suggested spreading it on her face, too, to speed the process up," Chat Noir commented as they waited. "But it just- it wouldn't feel right. She already doesn't look alive. Having the residue on her face- she wouldn't look human anymore. And it kind of feels disrespectful, too."

"It would," Ladybug agreed. "Both of those. I mean, she would be gorgeous in the moonlight if she was sparkling, but she wouldn't look human. And we don't know how long the residue sticks around before it fades. If Mr. Agreste saw it on her face…"

They shuddered in unison.

"We don't want to make him angry," Chat Noir agreed. "Not when he's actually cooperating with us." He glanced down at the vial in his hands. "I think one more layer should do it."

"And it takes, what? Three, four minutes to soak in?"

Chat Noir nodded. "Yeah. The first layer soaks in almost instantly, and then each application after that takes a little longer. Twice as long, actually. I think the residue affects it somehow."

"It would be nice if she was wearing short sleeves instead, so that there would be more space to work with and we wouldn't need to apply so many layers, but I suppose it's better that she's not. It's chilly down here."

"It is," Chat Noir agreed. "They would need a heater down here if she was wearing short sleeves. I'd rather have to deal with applying several layers and having to wait for the potion to soak in than have her getting ill because she was cold and shivering."

"And shivering would use up more energy, which is the last thing that she needs."

Chat Noir cringed. "Yeah, there's that, too."

Ladybug went back to staring at Mrs. Agreste while she waited for Chat Noir to finish. It was obvious which parent Adrien got his looks from, honestly. Mrs. Agreste was gorgeous. She already knew that Adrien had gotten his gorgeous green eyes from his mom from the pictures that he had shared with them, but it was clear that he took most of the rest of his looks from her, too.

She wondered if Adrien would end up as tall as his mom, too. Even though she was laying down, Ladybug could tell that Mrs. Agreste was very, very tall.

"She swallowed!"

Ladybug blinked, refocusing on the present. "She did?"

"Yeah!" Pollen spun around excitedly. "So you can put two more drops in. That will probably be all for tonight, but it's better than nothing!"

"It's improvement," Chat Noir said, grinning. "And that's what we want."

And Ladybug could only agree.

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 It didn't take long at all for them to finish up and get back up to the surface. Once they got to the manhole cover, all it took was sending Trixx up to watch for an opening so that they could pop out without ending up under the wheels of a car.

"I can get Trixx and Pollen back into their Miraculous now," Ladybug offered, reaching for the two Miraculous. "It's not hard. And then do you want to meet at the same time tomorrow, since it wasn't an issue today, or go later?"

"Same time tomorrow, but maybe later on the weekends," Chat Noir decided after a moment of thought, watching Ladybug wave her fingers over the Bee and Fox Miraculous. Pollen and Trixx waved before vanishing in a puff of smoke. "Friday and Saturday evening, I mean. People are out later those nights."

Ladybug nodded as she handed the Bee comb back to him. That was reasonable. Her parents wouldn't be up later, of course- it was important for them to not fall off schedule- but Chat Noir had a point. People would be out later on the weekend. "That sounds good. Good-night, Chat Noir. See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Ladybug. Sweet dreams."

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slide into my DMs [ficlet, i/iii]

Rey has an problem. Ben has a solution. Twitter brings them together.

OR: in which Ben shoots his shot - in the sweetest, most respectful, no-pressure way possible, because this is Ben Solo we’re talking about.

PART I: SHOOT YOUR SHOT | PART II | PART III

Update from the hell that is writer’s block: I’m still incapable of writing my usual proper one-shots. Instead, here’s yet another mini-fic that no one asked for - this time featuring social media, because I’m hip with the kids.

Also available on AO3.

Rey has been locked in a staring contest with her shower head for about five minutes now.

It’s been two hours since she got home from her shift at Maz’s, and she would like nothing more than to wash off the lingering smell of fried food and spilled beer. But fall has finally arrived and brought with it even-colder-than-usual ice water, and Rey can feel her lungs shaking at the mere thought of the shower that awaits her.

“Fuck everything,” she huffs, backing away from the shower for the fourth time in thirty minutes. Her phone sits on the countertop, lighting up every so often with notifications from friends tweeting about their super fun Friday night at the latest culinary hotspot or sharing bathroom selfies from fancy clubs Rey wouldn’t even be hired to work at, let alone be allowed into. Ignoring all of her classmates’ posturing, she quickly types out a tweet of her own.

endless pit @reyofsunshine

day 51 of ice cold showers because my landlord is a fucking cheapskate who refuses to fix anything

Bitching about her situation on social media won’t magically heat up her water, but it’s better than glaring at the cracked tiles of her bathroom wall. Even scrolling past everyone else’s over-the-top pictures seems preferable to a shower at this point, and Rey finally gives up – for now – as she trudges back into her bedroom and perches on the edge of her bed while she scoffs and laughs and shakes her head at her friends’ antics.

Finn, Rose, and Poe are at that weird new edible flower café, and based on their pictures she can tell Rose is about as baffled by the menu as she had been.

Jess and Kaydel finally managed to get a table at Coruscant, but they don’t seem that impressed by the itty-bitty portion sizes and the comparatively monstrous price tags.

Hux is in his usual Friday night hangout spot, spamming everyone’s feeds with bathroom selfies featuring the tacky gold wallpaper that’s unique to Finalizer, the most overpriced club in town. And judging by the way his cheeks match his hair, her least favorite classmate is already drunk as a skunk.

“Fun,” Rey mutters to herself as she navigates away from the app and moves to set her phone aside. It buzzes just before she can put it down, and a quick tap at the screen reveals one unread message from–

Rey tilts her head as she considers the sight of Ben Solo in her notifications. Have they ever even interacted on Twitter? They’ve traded messages on Instagram, mainly just snarky replies to each other’s stories, and they talk all the time in the group chat Poe added them to at the beginning of the semester, but this… this is new.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant I’ve got a great shower.

endless pit @reyofsunshine how nice for you

Rey replies almost immediately, rolling her eyes at Ben and his trust fund apartment in the nice part of town. Forget hot water; the guy probably has actual water pressure and one of those fancy massage shower heads.

He sees her message, and then takes his own sweet time writing and deleting, writing and deleting until–

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant And a really comfortable bed too. In case I wasn’t being obvious enough.

“Oh,” Rey says out loud, and somehow that single, dumbfounded word appears on her screen a second later.

Ben’s… her friend, in a way. More Poe’s friend than hers, but they still interact often enough that she counts him among the ten or so actual friends she’s made in her two years at college. He’s nice enough when he’s not giving her a hard time, but then again she’s always being an ass to him in return; it’s not like they even mean anything by it at this point, it’s just their thing.

Which makes this conversation all the more bizarre and unexpected, given the usual tone of their friendship.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant And a fully-stocked fridge.

Rey laughs despite her confusion.

endless pit @reyofsunshine next time lead with that

Next time? Next time?

Ben replies before she can freak out and rush into damage control mode.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Noted. So… Wanna come over?

She snorts at her phone and replies with the first thought that comes to mind, guiding them back to familiar ground.

endless pit @reyofsunshine wow you must be desperate bit of a dry spell, Solo?

But Ben’s always been stubborn – just as stubborn as her, according to Poe – so it comes as no surprise when he refuses to be herded back to safety.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant It doesn’t have to be like that. I just thought it’d be nice to spend time with you.

endless pit @reyofsunshine spend time with me? is that what they’re calling it these days?

Rey smirks as she watches the telltale dots appear and disappear, trying to picture Ben’s reaction on the other end of the conversation. Whether or not he meant it that way, she’d bet a good chunk of this month’s paycheck that he’s already blushing. It gives him away every time, even when he manages to bite back a smile and maintain intense eye contact – which he does with her a lot, now that Rey thinks about it.

Maybe she should’ve seen this coming.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Rey. I’m serious.

He’s got his serious face on, then – the one he wears in class, the one she occasionally sneaks glances at because the focus in his eyes is… admirable. His attention span in a class full of kids who are half-asleep is admirable, that’s all, and it’s not like she sometimes wonders what it’d feel like to have him look at her with that kind of single-minded focus.

endless pit @reyofsunshine so you’re asking me to go over for a free meal and a hot shower and then we’ll just… what, cuddle up in front of the TV?

It’s a cozy little scene right out of the domestic daydreams Rey tells herself she absolutely doesn’t have, but this is college. And Ben, decent though he may be, is still a college boy. Maybe he has a TV in his bedroom. Maybe this is the part where he not-so-jokingly suggests that they Netflix and chill.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant If that’s what you want.

Rey blinks at her screen and waits for him to add to that, to pepper their chat with increasingly suggestive alternative options for the evening.

A full minute later, it finally dawns on her.

endless pit @reyofsunshine wait oh my god you’re serious you actually mean that

She’s so caught up in her own thoughts that she fails to realize just how insulting her disbelief might be until Ben opts to ignore her in favor of cutting straight to the chase.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Yes or no, Rey?

He’s probably pacing the length of his apartment now, running one hand through his hair while he scowls at his phone, berating himself for even trying–

It’s an oddly displeasing image, especially when accompanied by the realization that there’s no reason for him to be so agitated – not when she’s surprisingly keen to say yes. But…

endless pit @reyofsunshine i’m carless this week and you’re way too far for me to walk

It seems like a poor excuse even to her, but Rey crosses her fingers and bites her lip and hopes Ben takes it as anything but, hopes he can tell how much she actually does want to spend the evening with him and his hot shower and his full fridge.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant I could go pick you up. If you want to come over.

Despite her relief, Rey finds herself staring at his message.

endless pit @reyofsunshine seriously???

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Sure, why not?

endless pit @reyofsunshine let me get this straight you’re gonna drive twenty minutes in the dark to pick me up take me to your place, feed me, and let me use your shower no funny business and you’re totally fine with that??

His reply comes not two seconds later, and sweeps away the last of Rey’s hesitation.

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Sounds good to me.

This man is not real. This man cannot be real.

But Rey’s been through enough crap in her life to know when something good is in front of her, and this could definitely be good. Great, even.

endless pit @reyofsunshine okay then let me know when you’re here

Ben Solo @accidentalgiant Will do, sweetheart. See you soon.

Rey stares at that message until her screen goes dark, and then it’s a mad rush to empty out her backpack and repack it with her nicest sleeping clothes.

Ben might not be planning on funny business, but she’s reasonably sure he wouldn’t object to it.

This is at least 60% DMs because I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing anymore - other than clearing out my dusty WIPs I thought I’d never write folder, apparently.

As always, thank you for reading and I hope you gained at least some entertainment from this silly little thing. Please don’t hesitate to like/reblog/leave a comment!

UPDATE: somehow this has spawned a second chapter and a tiny epilogue.

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[calzonekestis]

So, I’m older. I’ve got about 1130 followers. Gonna give a shout out to my homies, with a follow forever/bias list thing where I also compliment y’all bc you deserve it.

@prof-anity Davis is my best friend in the world. Davis is my best friend in the sea.

@thelordvader Bethany is the coolest nerd I know. She’s smart, witty, pretty (selfie game unparalleled), and pretty… much always right. We had been mutuals for years but somehow over the past two years or so became friends and it is still an honor.

@viktorfrankensteins Listen I’ve followed Royan for a while bc Bethany did and I trust Bethany’s judgement, but in just a matter of a few months Royan somehow managed to become one of my most beloved and valued friends. I’ve only known her for a short while but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone on this hell site and then myself.

@jjoelswatch Sarah is honestly one of the first people I remember following on tumblr, like back around 2012, and it’s bc of her I became exposed to Bethany and like… I don’t even know when we really became friends? After being mutuals for so long, it just sort of happened and she’s been a constant and comforting presence ever since. Except when she sends me sad Star Wars videos. That’s not comforting. She’s one good natured people I’ve encountered on the internet tho.

@thealbooty  Alberto is someone I met through Davis years ago, and again, I don’t even know how it happened. One day they were just there, and tho I don’t talk to them nearly enough they are just one of the nicest and raddest people you could meet. I’ve seen them grow from a youngling into an Adult, and gosh, the word could use more people like them. Kind, pure, smart, amazing, spectacular. Killer eyebrows, tbh.

@frostborn is someone who I believe I first encountered through the wonderful ladies listen above, and she herself is just really nice and awesome? She’s another person I don’t talk to nearly enough, but she’s just a lovely presence on my dash. Always liking and reblogging things, making me feel valid.

@rocktheholygrail Dana makes gifs and things, and is always willing to let me exploit her skill by taking requests. She’s also just super chill and friendly, and likes my selfies when I post them, ergo she also makes me feel valid. We also enjoy the same terrible bleached asshole, which I’m not gonna give any context for whatsoever. That’s a bond that connects us tho~

@readytocomply IDEK how or when I started following Stef. She’s another person who is just super nice and chill. She’s talented when it comes to both edits and cosplay. She’s just a great person and I’m glad I know her.

@uncleclustersthirdbrain and @helenawayne, I hope you’re not offended by me lumping you together, but I mean… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Two people who I also first encountered around 2012ish, when I was an obnoxious outspoken teenager. We kind of drifted apart and fell out of touch for a while, but we reconnected actually around this time last year. Because Donnie’s fucking talented, and I wanted to reach out and tell him that I was happy for him/proud of him. Buy his comics here. Morgan ofc is also talented, and has a YouTube channel here. They’re just both good people, who care about people, and they have a cute dog.

@88ecto Derek is someone I’ve respected for going on a decade but somehow over the past year or so, we’ve become really good friends? I’m not even sure how that happened, it’s still surreal for me. He’s actually the one person on this list I’ve had the pleasure of actually meeting. Not to sound like a broken record, but he truly is just a good person. Also, plug.

@apol-lo Cristian. Again, someone who I don’t talk to nearly enough. He’s a good person. Another person who I’ve seen grow up, better himself. He should be proud, cause I’m proud of him. You’ve did alright for yourself, buddy.

@diaryofawriter Again, I don’t remember I met Jess tbh. She’s just been another presence. Whenever I need to rant or vent, she’s there to provide an ear or distraction. Good writer, good friend. She’s rad.

@fullonzombae Kim also likes the bleached asshole. No, I still won’t give you context. She’s got a kind heart, a sharp wit, and is a talented writer. She’s also British, so that automatically gives her some class.

@timelessmulder Emily-Alice and I aren’t even the same fandoms anymore but I wouldn’t recognize my dash without them. Again, they’ve followed me since my tumblr beginnings. She has seen things. The highs, and the lows. A rational and grounded person, who is lovely and deserves good things.

@kryptonians I think I encountered Gil through Davis? I’m not sure. He’s just a good dude. Decent. Rational, funny, and all around good people. He likes Superman. That makes him alright in my book. Pretty much all of my DC exposure comes from his blog these days.

@thejazzdalek Max is another awesome guy who has been a mutual for ages, and that I don’t talk to enough. There’s a pattern here. We have a lot of the same fandoms though, and he’s always been friendly towards me.

@cimikat It’s Katie’s fault I started watching critical role, tbh. Yet another person I’ve followed since the beginning of time. Or at least, 2012. She’s just really sweet and chill. Marvel, Star Wars, whatever content she puts on my dash is Good Content.

@chujo-hime Stacy was “tumblr famous” imo and I remember having a mini freakout when she first followed me. Again, just a constant and friendly presence. A voice of reason, and back during the fandom wankery and ship wars that were going around 2013 or so… that was hard to find. Nothing but respect for her.

@ilikethequiet Ally is the photoshop fairy, and another friend who lets me exploit her talents. She reminds me of Bubbles from Power Puff Girls tbh. Really endearing and happy and fun, tho she’s not afraid to call out bullshit when she needs to. We need to talk more/write together more, friend.

@dreamimpcssiblethings Kath, you honestly are the sweetest person I think I’ve ever met tbh. We don’t talk as much as we used to, and that’s on me. You’re smart, and I love listening to you ramble on about things you’re passionate about and I’m sorry I suck and usually only reply with emojis. You’re another person the world could do to have more people like, but you’re one of a kind my friend.

I’m sure I’ve forgotten someone, and if I have, I’m truly sorry. It’s not a slight. Ilu. I know there are some people I’ve left off bc they’re not really that active anymore on tumblr so.

Also. @mulaney. Notice me.

[spnbaby-67]

Her Surprise  Chapter Six

A/N: hey ya’ll happy fourth of July, thought I would get this out for you because I couldn’t sleep if i didn’t. Looks like it’s going to be longer chapters instead of the original four that i thought lol. but good news right? I hope you like it. 

Extra tidbit of notes: this is a work of fanfiction and should be treated as such, I mean no disrepect to the Ackles family or Danneel, I love her just the same and I hope to meet her when I go to Austin in September. I write to escape a world of pain and depression, Jensen helps me. I have faced what the reader had faced at conventions and I thought I’d share some experience. however, the reader is one lucky girl with the extra tidbits thrown in. lol. I want to say thank you to Gaynor @secretlyfurrydragon Beta’ing and also Nikki @waywardnerd67 for her help as well. Please do not copy and paste on any other sites as I don’t do that myself. Likes, comments, and reblogs are compeletly fine. Thank you so much for reading I am still uncomfortable writing but this is helping a lot. thank you. 

Pairings: Jensen Ackles and Reader, OFC Ari, Rob Benedict, Cliff (the boys bodyguard) Felicia Day, 

Warnings: fangirling, cussing maybe, a little fluffy stuff. Kissing, Jensen being adorable. 

After breakfast, Ari and I went back to the hotel room to freshen up. It was so totally amazing, Jensen is an absolute sweetheart. Ari tried to pay for our breakfast, but he wouldn’t let her. He told her where he came from, he was raised with values, well I thought Mr and Mrs. Ackles, you done wonderfully. Jensen is truly an amazing soul.

“Hey, you ok over there?” I heard Ari ask me as we walked into the room.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I was just thinking, Jensen is so freaking sweet,” I stood by the bathroom door to wait my turn.

“Yeah, he’s amazing. And he has heart eyes for you to,” she said as she came out of the bathroom so I can go in.

“Jensen is a very sweet guy Ari, there’s no way he would be comfortable with me. Even though that kiss this morning was totally mind blowing, I’m sure deep down he would rather have someone else at his side other than a fat girl.” I took some toothpaste to put on my toothbrush to brush my teeth, but got interrupted when  Ari came in the bathroom popping my side leg with a wet towel she had. The sound echoed around us like a loud thud noise that made me jump, and dropped everything i was holding in the sink.

“Hey! You need to fucking stop that, you are beautiful Y/N, I am tired of hearing negative thoughts coming out of your mouth. This is supposed to be a great weekend for us, like Jensen said, “don’t worry about what other people think. They are not important,” we love you no matter what you look like. You have the most generous heart I have ever come to know. I’m sure Jensen felt that to when he’s is near you. If I hear one more negative thing come from your mouth, I’m going to punch you… You understand me?”  She gave me the most threatening look ever that sent chills down my spine.

I just nodded my head in agreement, she’s never let me have it this bad before and mean it. I’ll do my best to be positive and enjoy the rest of the weekend, but I can’t guarantee there won't be others who will try and ruin it for me like they already had. “Fine, on one condition?” I knew this would be the way to get her to stay with me the whole time.

She looked at me questioningly, “Ok, what is it?”

“You stay with me the whole time I am here, you don’t need to go back to work Ari and I don’t want to be here by myself the whole time touring Vancouver.” I bit my bottom lip thinking I may have overstepped my grounds by arguing back with her.

She huffed and agreed to stay with me, in fact she even got on the phone to call our supervisor to let her know she will not be back for awhile. “Done deal. Now, let's go panels are about to start.”

We grabbed our things we needed and headed to the panel room, the hotel was huge and can be very confusing, but thankfully we knew from the day before where to go.  I noticed more fans are here today than the day before, it made me that much more nervous. Ari knew and she placed her hand on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, it’ll be ok. Look over there,” she pointed to the backstage area and I see Jensen peeking out a bit. He waved to me with a smile and a wink, I done the same but tried not to make it look to conspicuous even though I was melting in my seat. Ari bumped shoulders with me, teasing me about how much in love I am already.

“Shut up dude, you can’t fall in love with someone right away. You have to get to know them first.” I laughed as I saw a hand that I presumed was Jared’s cover Jensen’s face and pulled him back behind the curtains disappearing from my view.

“Your kidding me right now right? That man is head over heels in love with you, did you not see the way he was looking at you during breakfast this morning? I mean seriously girl. It happens, love happens when you least expect it and with whom you least expect it with. If god wants you to be with him, then he’s set ya’ll up just perfectly.”

Before I could say anything more, Rob and the band came on stage to start the panels. The band played amazing songs, and I just love hearing Rob sing. I can’t wait for tonight at SNS, I know I’ll start crying when and if he sings “She Waits,” it’s my own personal story that I struggle with when I hear this song, but at the same time, it just reminds me how beautiful it is as well. Just make sure you have some Kleenex with you, because it will most definitely make you cry.

After the panels, Cliff the boy’s bodyguard came over to me, “Um, Jensen wants to see you backstage.”

I nodded my head and looked at Ari, “What? He said you, not me. Go...I’ll be ok I’ll wait here for you.” She smiled at me like she had a planned this or something. If I know her she had set something up.

I go backstage with Cliff to see Jensen standing there talking to his friends, my throat gets a lump in it and I feel all hot and bothered by this beautiful man. “Y/N! There’s my girl, how are you?” Jensen asked as he gave me a hug.

I swallowed hard as he hugged me, god the smell of his cologne is just so breathtaking and mesmerizing it draws you in. “I’m good Jensen, thank you. Cliff said, that you wanted to see me?” I managed to escape his bear hug he had on me so I can breath again, but I was not too far from him. The death grip he had on my hand, told me I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“I did, I wanted to talk to you about tonight. The um guys, the band, Louden Swain wanted to know if you will sing that song we sung last night, tonight,” he looked at me awaiting my answer.

I bit my bottom lip, because I knew if I didn’t my body would shake. I get nervous when I’m faced in situations like this, but at the same time my head is telling me to do it. “Ok, one condition.” In case you didn’t know,  I’m a girl that  likes to make deals, especially if that meant I can get something in return. Sometimes it works, sometimes not so much. But I already got something in return from Ari today, and If I played it just right I might get Jensen to sing my favorite song.

They looked at me curiously, “Ok, what is it?” Rob asked.

I smiled at Jensen, “You sing Simple Man before we sing, it’s my favorite song and I always wanted to hear it live.” My eyes widen when I saw his face considering the thought, almost like I was begging him , but without words.

He let a sneer smile spread across his face, “Babe, for you I will.” I could feel Rob’s eyes on us when Jensen kissed my forehead. I didn’t care, he was so warm and soft how could you  just  not fall in his arms.

“Ah hum, I hate to interrupt you,” Rob spoke, “but do you think we could get a  practice session in with the song,with both of you when the theater clears out later this evening  say around six?”

“I don’t think Ari and I have anything to do other than photo ops. I know I have a Felicia Day and Louden Swain.” I giggled at that one since the lead singer was standing in front of me. “We also have a Jim Beaver if we haven't missed them all already then dinner.” I shrugged my shoulders as I didn’t know what I had missed or not.

“Even if you did miss them, we know how to fix that issue.” Rob laughed, “Speaking of which,” he looked over at Felicia coming in from her finished panel out in the vendors room.

I turned to face where he was looking and I thought I was going to die. Charlie is my favorite female character on Supernatural, when she died it killed me.I remember because I called into work to grieve.  I buried my face into Jensen’s shoulder like a fangirl that I am trying to cover up the crimson on my cheeks. “Ha ha, she’s such a fangirl,” Rob croaked out. “Hey Felicia, can you come here a second,” as he called her over.

I looked at him like no don’t you dare, but before I could respond she was there. “Hey Robbie, was up?” she gave him a big hug.

“Um I want to introduce to Jensen’s friend, Y/N. She’s a huge fan of yours,” he winked at me.

I pursed my lips together before I said something crazy. “Hey beautiful, so your a Charlie girl hmm?”

“Totally, trust me I cried when they killed your character, i even called into work so i can grieve her death, “ I could feel myself start to babble and just go on and on, but I knew time was limited.

She hugged me, “Well, thank you. I did to. So what are you doing with Jensen?” She joked as she play punched Jensen’s shoulder.

I explained to her everything that has happened since we got here, and telling her about Ari who was sitting outside in the auditorium if they didn’t throw her out that is. It was like we knew each other, even though we just literally met. She is pretty amazing, we took a few selfies even though she didn’t have to do that it was awesome. But eventually, she had to leave to get her photos ops done with the fans. I left Jensen’s side to go do mine with her and the others as well and told him I’d be back once that was all over.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N! Seriously? You bitch, not fair.” Ari said jokingly as I showed her my selfies from backstage. “I knew I should have went with you, geez.” she slapped my shoulder as we walked from our hotel room after freshening up from the ops and after eating lunch.

I hit the elevator button, “Honestly Ari, I’m freaking out, I mean I’m scared as hell about this,” I showed her my hands that were shaking like crazy.

She took them in hers, “Your going to be great, I’ll be right there encouraging you and I’ll even record it for you so you can have it always. And if you need me, or feel like your about to break, just look at me. I got your back,” she hugged me.

“Thank you Ari, i know it will be. It’s just, it’s Jensen. I was so nervous around him, he’s amazing and sweet. He never once let my hand go, he even held me a moment in front of Rob, it was so warm and comfortable I didn’t want to move.”

“See, I told you he loves you,” she side hugged me as we walked over to the stage area where Cliff was.

“Hey Cliff, is Jensen around still?” I asked him.

“Yeah, he’s actually waiting for you in the green room, I can take you there,” he smiled at me.

He’s such a sweetheart, you would think he wouldn’t be because of his rough exterior, but the man is a total teddy bear. He walked myself and Ari back to where Jensen is. We walked in and he was laying on the couch on his back with his arm across his eyes as if he was blocking out the light. He looked so cute laying there, I didn’t want to interrupt him. Thankfully, we had Cliff to do that.

“Jay, your girl’s here,” Cliff spoke to him tapping his arm.

He shot up so quickly it was as if he was going to get into trouble for taking a nap. Oh my poor baby, I thought . “Hey beautiful,” he got up and came over to me, hugging me tight. “You are a sight for sore eyes,” even his voice sounded sleepy.

I rubbed my hand down his back to soothe him, “Aww, sweetheart why didn’t you go rest?” I can now see the tiredness on his face.

“I’m ok, really now that your here,” He rested his head on my shoulder again.

I looked at Ari with concern, “Is he ok?” I mouth to her to have a look at him.

She nodded after taking a look, “He’s tired, but ok,” she mouthed back.

He pulled away from me and led me to the couch where we all sat down. His arm goes around my shoulders and I snuggle a bit closer to him. “Hey, you sure your ok?” I ask him one more time.

He smiled that sweet Jensen/Dean smile and it practically melted my heart, “Hm, I’m good. You ready to practice a bit?”

“Yes, is it ok if Ari comes with us?”

“Sure, she can.” He looked over at her and smiled at her. “She’s welcome to come anywhere.”

She smiled at us, then joined us when Rob came to get us to rehearse the song for tonight’s performance. Needless to say, I’m freaking out I just hope I don’t mess up because I know there will be more people tonight than last night. Thankfully,  Ari is there to help me through it to.

We rehearsed for what seemed like forever when Rob called it. Jensen was getting tired and needed to rest before the show tonight. Luckily he comes on last, which will give him the much needed time for us both to rest. So I took his hand after thanking Rob and the band then walked off the stage to meet up with Ari., “I video taped it for you, you both were great I can’t wait for tonight.”

Jensen hugged her to thank her. “You think you can send me a copy of that?”

“Yes and I will also tape the one tonight to. Since we get to keep our seats we had, i’ll be right there in front row.” She raised her eyebrows at us.

“That’s great,” he mumbled tiredly.

“Ari do you mind if I go with Jensen and makes sure he gets some rest he’s really tired.” I ruffled his hair a little bit since he was still leaning on my shoulder.

“Sure Y/N you go ahead I will see you guys later.”  she smiled happily.

“Yeah, for sure.,” I gave her a quick hug.

I looked sideways at Jensen his chin still on my shoulder and his arms wrapped around my waist. You could literally tell his was too tired to walk on his own..

“Jensen what floor,” I asked as we were guided with Cliff to the Elevators.

He mumbed something in my hair, just barely catching the floor number when Cliff pushed the button, “He’s on the 16th floor, room 1601. I’ll call you around 8 to get ya’ll up and ready in time for tonight.” He told me as we stepped into the elevator and he stayed there.

“Thank you Cliff, don’t worry he’ll be ok. I will make sure he rest.”

“I know, I trust you.” He smiled as the elevator doors closed.

I pushed the button for the 16th floor, smiling that Cliff trusted me. I mean I could be a serial killer or something, and the guy trust me to be with Jensen. We arrived a few seconds later and Jensen was leaning heavily on me now, I could have sworn I heard a couple of snores come from him and i knew he must have been  asleep.

“Jensen, Babe,”I asked as we stood outside his room door.  “We are here! Where’s you room key?”

He fished in his pocket for the key then handed it to me That poor baby was so exhausted, he was dragging his feet.  I open the lock with key card which took me a few tries with one hand,  fuck I hate these things. But it finally worked, then we slowly walk in. I led Jensen over to the king size bed where he fell taking me with him. He rolls so his arm is over my body. I tried to move when he said in a sleepy voice, “stay with me.”

Fuck do I stay or do I leave. Then he kind of made the decision for me as he pulled me to his very warm body that felt so amazing. He kisses my neck and I snuggle more into him. His breathing slowed down a bit, and I knew he was asleep. I moved to make myself comfortable so I could  watch him sleep a bit  before my own eyes got heavy eventually I fell asleep too. I never knew I could feel this comfortable in his arms and boy could I stay here forever but I know it’s only temporary because I am not sure how this or what we are is going to work.

Jensen moved during his sleep so our noses were touching and I could feel his breath on my face. We have been asleep at least four hours when Jensen woke and his lips gently touched mine. I didn’t respond right away as I was still in between sleep. So he pressed again a little harder this time. I moaned and felt him smile during the kiss.

“Jay,” I said during the kiss, slowly opening my eyes.

“Mm,” he asked as he looked at me with those beautiful sea green eyes of his.

“Can you do that again,”

He laughed a bit pulling me closer to him, then licked his lips to moisten them as he waited for my response. I open my eyes to see him staring at me, and I melt seeing those beautiful olive green eyes sparkle with desire. I never in a million years thought I’d be in this moment with this man, and i’m sure with the expression on my face no words were needed. Then with one hand, he raked through my hair, and the other he rested on the small of my back. Rolling me on top of him holding me tightly against his body with his warm and strong arms, I felt safe and secure as he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me passionately. My right hand traveled down his side searching for a place to land as my lips moved with his. My heart was beating pounding even, and my body felt like it was a flamed. My hand finally found a spot right above his waist to rest upon. He was kissing me in ways i’ve never imagined a kiss should be. He pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and gently sucking on it while I did the same to his top lip. Following his lead, I matched him move for move. The little moans that I could feel rumble in his chest flooded my body with confidence. He rolled me onto my back deepen the kiss. His chest firmly pressed against mine sent a whole new set of vibrations flowing throughout my body.  He would pull away slightly as his lips brushed against mine sending an electrical current down my spine making my toes curl. I shivered slightly letting the feeling overwhelm me. His kiss was soft and gentle unlike the one we shared this morning. No this kiss was more like the kind a lady dreams of from fairy tales. He stopped, pulling away, silently asking for my permission again. Smiling, I reassured him I wanted this. He pressed his lips onto mine and slowly licked my bottom lip. I granted him access by open my mouth, our tongues massaging over one another. His kisses always sent a tremble of heat throughout my body. Leaving no space between us, his arms tighten around me. I can feel my blood starting to boil over with the way our lips were moving together. Our tongues creating their own dance as Jensen deepens the kiss taking my breath away. My head is hazy as I'm overwhelmed by the sensations he is making me feel. I'm thankful to be laying down securely in his arms. I had never experienced a kiss as passionate as his were and I knew they would only get better the more we were together. My mind flashes with fantasies of what else his sinful mouth could do to my body. As he pulls back I chase his lips causing him to flash that beautiful grin of his. His full lips swollen as mine were but damn it was worth it. If his kisses were like that all the time then he may be the death of me. I just imagine how gently he would be making love to me. If we do. No, when we do. There was no doubt he would be an expert lover. Knowing all the ways to bring me pleasure. Being a gentleman I would always get mine before he took his. That is, if he wants me in that way. Only time will tell if he does or not and I tremble with the thought of it as Jensen holds me close. We will have to get up soon as the concert would be beginning. Right on time, Cliff texted us telling us he was waiting for us at the elevator. Jensen texted him back and said we were on our way. Knowing, we need to leave he kisses my nose before pulling us both up. I straighten my clothes as does Jensen and head out to the concert. He firmly held my hand as we enter the elevator.

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#5

You know what I just remembered, Sand isn’t even Sand’s original name. Elves are given a name at birth, and then after their hundredth birthday when they become an adult they drop the kiddo name and choose an adult name. This is pretty normal for elves.

But when you think about it, he probably had to choose a third name to obscure family ties when he came to the hosttower. Any potential rival or enemy could use danger to his family as leverage if they wanted, that’s just the way things in the hosttower are.

And then a fourth name when he left and went into hiding. At this point going “uhhhhh fuck it. Sand. My name is Sand. Nice to meet you. Whatever, it’s a metaphor.”

Even Duncan goes “his name’s well-chosen,” so it’s definitely at least not his kiddo name

26 notes • Posted 2021-10-15 20:12:24 GMT

#4

Materials for realistic looking makeup stubble (NOT RECOMMENDED for folks with skin problems or daily use but I can't tell u what to do):

Eyebrow mascara matching your natural hair color

Fiber mascara with long bristles on the applicator

Dry mascara brush (optional)

Eyeshadow (light neutral colors, ideally with grey)

FRESH hand-held dish scrub with the bristles

Big fluffy makeup brush thing

Halloween style face paint palette (neutral colours, ideally with grey)

Makeup sealing powder

Lots of hairspray

Lots of time

Start with applying eyeshadow with big fluffy makeup brush thing.

Use hairspray to cover where you applied it. Seals in the eyeshadow and stiffens the natural transparent hair on your face. Also helps create a realistic texture

With eyebrow mascara and fiber mascara, geeeently stroke the applicators UPWARDS to catch on the stiff transparent hair. If you smear it, it's okay, I usually use a dry mascara brush to sort of "even it out" but it might not work for everyone

Hairspray again. Definitely not recommended for folks with skin issues.

Take kitchen bristle brush (please don't grab a used one eww), press bristle tips into grey and darker brown Halloween paint palette. Dot your face with the colored bristle tips for realistic looking stubble. For those going for hair around the jaw, it looks realistic if you lightly continue down the neck before the Adam's apple

Lastly, use makeup sealing powder over all of it.

If it doesn't look neat and tidy, that's okay! Just make it look symmetrical as best as you can, and being neat won't matter. It's stubble, it's supposed to look rough and scruffy

OR FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO SHORTCUT:

Just use eyeshadow, Halloween paint, makeup sealing powder, and kitchen bristle brush. No hairspray, no mascara. It'll do in a pinch, though it might lack the texture.

It's going to look real to people if you're standing at a distance - so as long as you're 6 feet away from the other person or people it looks gucci

28 notes • Posted 2021-10-20 17:26:26 GMT

#3

Diversity Win! Tyrant Queen Drow who summoned the devil that sent you to frozen hell is a lesbian!

34 notes • Posted 2021-06-02 02:17:28 GMT

#2

Made a uquiz for our favorite disaster family, lemme know if y’all have any suggestions for questions/descriptions/answers/etc

48 notes • Posted 2021-06-10 15:29:10 GMT

#1

This is a sign that it's time to stop scrolling and go do that thing real quick that you needed to do, I promise it will take much less time out of your whole day than your brain tells you

Or engage in the hobby you've been looking forward to getting back to

Endless scrolling is a trap

207 notes • Posted 2021-10-23 02:21:56 GMT

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#5

but imagine if this Tumblr+ plus thing had dropped during Destiel Putin Election superhell tho

1 notes • Posted 2021-07-22 05:54:29 GMT

#4

Registration is free :D https://www.mq.edu.au/research/research-centres-groups-and-facilities/resilient-societies/centres/cache/news-and-events4/conference-egypt-and-the-mediterranean-world

1 notes • Posted 2021-05-06 04:53:25 GMT

#3

OP deleted that "Netflix Harry Potter" post because it was a rumor that has been denied. And it was full of mistakes (e.g. HBO Max in the rumor, not Neflix)

I really should stop reblogging posts without factchecking. Thanks for the heads-up

1 notes • Posted 2021-02-25 10:41:28 GMT

#2

time IS evil? time is destruction and will seek its own? oh! oh! jail for time! jail for time for Ten Million Years!

3 notes • Posted 2021-11-21 02:42:31 GMT

#1

Some thoughts on Doctor Who: Flux Chapter One — The Halloween Apocalypse

There’s a clear theme of Knowledge in this episode, isn’t it? Or rather, a theme around differences in level of knowledge. Around who withholds knowledge and who are willing to disclose information.

There is the obvious, of course, of 13’s refusal to share things with her companion(s) — at this point it’s basically a character trait. But now we have the added flip of the Doctor not knowing certain things that others know as well. Karvanista refusing to disclose anything about the Division (and this is clearly a big deal to him, given how he uses lethal force on Yaz as well as the Doctor even though, as we learn later, his species has a species-wide thing about protecting humans). Swarm pointedly rubbing it in that his refusal to balance the level of knowledge between him and the Doctor means he has the tactical advantage. Yaz would’ve appreciated the poetic justice of the Doctor being in the position of vainly begging someone else for more info, if she’s known that is what’s going on.

Then there’s the Doctor’s “Why don’t I know about this? And who else does?” line — which smash cuts to a comedy bit with a couple of Sontarans. Like, the comedy Sontarans know more about the latest universe-threatening crisis than the Doctor does. Even the Victorian Mr. Williamson seems to know more about the need to fight an upcoming cataclysm than the Doctor does. The only other person who’s caught off-guard about the Flux as much as the Doctor is Vinder... except he’s explicitly positioned as a sentry. One who stands guard at an Observation Outpost. That he he has to find out about a crisis himself is the point of his job — so that others can get advanced warning from him.

Indeed, the narrative is setting up to be a strong argument on why clear and open communication is better than the alternative. The people in the cottage in the Arctic got a warning... but no briefing on what to do when that alarm goes off, leading to it being ignored. I'm not sure to what extent things would've turned out better if Karvanista and the Doctor has gotten on the same page about the Flux and the Lupari’s true plans for humanity — but it’s conceivable that everything wouldn’t have been so dire at the end if the Doctor has been working together with Karvanista from the start. The Victorian Mr. Williamson, though? Him not bothering to either explain himself properly or come up with a plausible excuse has made him look like a lunatic exactly at the point where he is low on manpower and could have used some outside support.

In any case, the second most interesting thing about this whole complex is Dan’s opening scene. On the one hand, yes, this is shaping up to be the world’s most obvious bit of foreshadowing, ever: the scene signposting that a piece of Liverpool’s history will become relevant is followed immediately by a scene where the new companion establishes that he knows a lot about Liverpool’s history. On the other hand, in a story where there’s so much withholding of information — the villain literally gloats about how his monopoly on the relevant information is his strength — the first thing we know about Dan is that he is a self-appointed museum guide, that his passion is in giving information away for free. This, if nothing else, makes him a nice contrast to everyone else.

The most interesting thing about this whole complex is arguably Claire. Her scenes are deliberately ambiguous, but I interpret the clues we’re given in the dialogue so far to mean that she's doing a Sally Sparrow. That she's part of a Blink 2.0 plot: a stable time loop in which her interactions with the Doctor do not happen in the normal order, but the information they exchange between each other will, once the stable time loop finishes carrying itself out, makes everything make sense. Except... except this time Claire has an apparently unscheduled meeting with the Doctor, they exchange zero useful information, and then Claire is apparently ambushed before she can get to the scheduled meeting with the Doctor. Claire’s last words to Team TARDIS is a reassuring “It’s OK. We’ll see each other again”, but can we be sure they will meet again if a Weeping Angel has managed to zap Claire before that future meeting can happen?

It'd be like the ending of Blink, but right after Sally walks out of the DVD store, an Angel gets the jump on her, and her dossier with the DVD conversation’s transcript never makes it to the Doctor’s hands.

It's very clever from a writing-craft point of view, of course: it’s invoking Blink with all of Blink’s greatest hits — the Angels, the aesthetics of horror in the dark, the stable time loops — but this time with a twist, with an extra punch, so it isn't just rehashing Blink. But if this reading is true, then that implies that Claire and the future(?) Doctor was in the middle of weaponising a stable time loop, and the stable time loop broke. That could mean something has gone very, very wrong with time (which would fit well with the Flux’s description as something that disobeys every law of time and space). Something paradoxical, you may say.

(Or it could just be that the stable time loop was even more complicated than what Claire has been told, and that the apparent "unscheduled" meeting was in fact a second scheduled meeting she just wasn't told about, and that Team TARDIS will have to rescue her to bring her back to 2021 Liverpool to get back on-track for the first scheduled meeting — but then we're back to the theme of knowledge sharing and not-sharing again. I am sure Claire would have appreciated being told that the Angel attack on Halloween 2021 is nothing to worry about.)

I’ve seen some people complain about how this episode builds up to no conclusion, just a parade of Dangling Future Plot Threads at the end, but like... in a sense, that fits with the theme as well. The sheer size of the Dangling Future Plot Thread Parade underscores how much we don't know, in a context where what we know is on par with what the Doctor knows, and the gap in the Doctor's knowledge is explicitly highlighted as a tactical disadvantage. It is, if nothing else, thematically coherent.

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Title: Kismet {4}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot Heavy, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Flirtation, LOTS OF DIALOUGE

Words: 4k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

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-Aliya-

 You were groggy, and you knew why. Once you got in from your impromptu date, you were so aroused you had to immediately jump into the shower. You’d hoped the water would have helped alleviate the situation, but your multi rainfall showerheads only made your body more sensitive and hungry. So after as much resisting as humanly possible (two minutes), you decided to take care of it yourself. The only problem was once wasn’t enough, twice barely took the edge off, and by the time you made it to your fourth attempt, you were minimally appeased and still thinking about the man with the captivatingly blue eyes that were as deep as the ocean itself.

Sleep was not even an option, so you snuggled in bed wrapped in his sweater that cocooned you with his scent—a scent that you already loved. When you went through your phone, you nearly rolled out of your bed when you saw the four additions he’d added to your gallery. The four selfies were perfection. The lighting was on point, and each and every one of the photos showed how gorgeous he was. He had no bad angles, the sun loved him, the night loved him, and you were sure the rain, snow, sleet, and wind would too. No man should have that amount of gorgeousness. It wasn’t fair.

 After spending way too much time gawking at his pictures, you found the pictures he’d had most likely have seen. When you looked through them, you wanted to die. The pictures definitely didn’t leave much to the imagination. You wondered what he’d thought when he saw them or even if he had to do a little self-gratification when he saw them or even when he got home. For some reason, you’d wanted him to have been overcome with desire for you, even though you weren’t sure just what the hell you were doing.

As you sat at your table with your friends for brunch, you tried to ignore the flashes of cameras from the tables within sight of yours. It wasn’t something anyone ever got used to. You always felt like you had to be “on.”

 “It feels like it’s been years since we talked,” Amaya whined out as she gripped yours and Alicia’s hand. She was the dramatic one.

 “I know. It’s crazy how dependent we are on our cellphones,” you added.

 “Leece filled me in and told me everything,” Amaya began. She dropped her jaw and bugged her eyes for emphasis.

 “Everything?”

 “Yep, now for you to continue,” Amaya steered.

 You groaned and exaggeratedly rolled your eyes. “I’m too hungry for this,” you whined as you flipped through the menu. You were starving enough to eat the entire menu.

 “Welcome to Blue Café. My name is Will. What can I get you guys?”

 The waiter in a blue apron had a great smile and an even better head of curls. He definitely could have been a model.

 “I want something heavy. I drank a lot last night. Hmm, the split pea soup to begin, a cheeseburger with the works except for onions and mushrooms. Very well done, please and to drink ummm, a strawberry and mint lemonade,” you listed.

 “All right, and you, ladies?”

 Your friends ordered as you checked your phone to find Henry calling. It was at this moment you realized he’d programmed himself into your phone even with an ID pic. He’d really gotten comfortable with it. The amusement of his boldness had you smiling to yourself.

 “So?”

 Amaya’s voice had you putting your phone down after dimming the screen to give them your attention.

 “We had dinner,” you blandly announced.

 “So, you actually stayed.”

 Nodding to Alicia’s inquiry, you continued. “I did. He said if after drinks and appetizers I couldn’t stand him, then I could go.”

 “I guess you could stand him,” Amaya sarcastically slid in. You knew just what she was implying.

 “Guess so.”

 “How’d he look?”

 Your smile spread before you could stop it. “Amazing, gorgeous. I have no words for how beautiful this man is,” you practically screeched as you tried to wipe the stupid grin off your face. It was too late to, though, they’d already seen it, and you knew they were judging.

 “He’s not a piece of meat, Liya,” Alicia sarcastically chastised.

 “Uggh, are you sure because I’d say he’s prime grade A man steak,” you said. As soon as the words were out, your friends laughed loudly, bringing the attention of those around you. Even though you tried not to, you had to laugh as well.

 “He is fine. I’ve seen his movies. God him in spandex for Superman did it for me,” Amaya confessed.

 You didn’t blame her, that man in spandex would do it for any woman.

 “How was the conversation?”

 Practicing some etiquette, you cleared your throat and sat back. “Good. Flowing, no awkward pauses except the stares and dirty thoughts that had me sweating like a horny teenager.”

 Amaya snorted then fanned herself. “It would happen to me too.”

 “How was he?”

 Alicia always knew how to ask the right questions. You were convinced it was her superpower. You thought back to Henry’s smile and demeanor last night, and that had you smiling. “Eh-em, he was the perfect gentleman. He opened doors, pulled out chairs, was respectful to the servers, courteous, mannerable—he was good.”

 The two of them exchanged looks that said this questioning wasn’t anywhere close to finished.

 “What happened after dinner?

 “We went for drinks.”

 “Ooh, an extended first date,” Amaya sing songed.

 “Eh, this wasn't a date. It was an exchange of phones,” you clarified.

 “Did you get your phone?”

 “I did, after the bar. Turns out, he looked through it and saw my semi-nude,” you announced.

 “Which one?”

 After showing them the picture, they giggled. “Oh, the suggestive nude, nude,” Alicia joked as she rolled her eyes.

 “Yeah, now I’m weirded out. Not because I was pretty much naked but because he saw me pretty much naked and--.”

 “—There is nothing between you now, and that makes it much harder to ignore because you want to rip his clothes off,” Alicia filled in like the mind-reading Aliya whisperer she was.

 You rapidly nodded with your eyes widened; she got it. your laugh slipped out, and it made you feel like a raving lunatic. “Oh my god, this man has invaded me.”

 “Sounds sexy,” Amaya said.

 “It’s not,” you flatly corrected.

 “It can be if you let it,” Alicia suggested.

 You rolled your eyes again and fiddled with your phone. “Guys, he’s juggling two women.”

 “You don’t know that,” Amya blurted out, the first to come to his defense.

 “Explain two women blowing up his phone daily for a week and a half. Explain that. As a woman, I am not going to blowing up any man’s phone like that unless I’m sleeping with him.”

You looked between them and watched as they both came up with their defenses.

 “That could be anything. Sisters,” Amaya suggested.

 “He has no sisters, four brothers.”

 “Brother’s wives?”

 You narrowed your eyes and gave them the “do I look stupid” look, but they continued.

 “Assistants, he is an actor,” Amaya added.

 After kissing your teeth in the loudest way possible, you rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

 “Ask him,” Alicia advised.

 “For what? There is no reason to. We are nothing to each other,” you concluded.

 The two of them sat there quietly, looking at you as if you were a bold face liar. You didn’t care. It was your truth.

 “When you got home, did you touch yourself?”

 Your jaw dropped as you gaped at her. “Shut up!”

 “Oh my god!” Amaya’s loud ass mouth brought all the eyes. You had to cover your face as they obnoxiously laughed at you.

 “Enough. We’re done rehashing this,” you grumbled.

 “Wait, one last thing. During dinner, did you ever get the impression that he couldn’t wait for it to be over or that this may be all about a conquest?”

 You knew what she was doing. Amaya was not as slick as she thought she was. You rolled your eyes again and sighed before you answered. “No.”

 “Okay.”

 That was all she came back with as if her hypothesis needed no further defense. They always ganged up on you, and it was clear where they stood in this new situation, and it wasn’t with you.

 Shopping followed your brunch, but that was cut short by the paparazzi hounding you after the third store you emerged from. Someone must have dropped the tip to bring them. It was a madhouse and an immediate good time killer. The three of you had to alternate your plan for a day of fun and finished it out with a drive to Santa Monica to enjoy the boardwalk. All in all, it turned out to be a really chill day, one that you’d needed more than you knew.

By the time you got back to your house, it was nearing six. Once in front of your door, your jaw dropped seeing a jaw-dropping floral arrangement sitting there. You didn’t know who it was from, but you had your suspicions. It took some strength, but you managed to get it inside to your kitchen. With it on the counter, you just stared at it. Under the light, it was even more beautiful than outside. After admiring the display for a few moments, you pulled the card from between the leaves and petals then read it.

 -Aliya,

I hope this finds you well. I had a great time last night, and it was because you trusted me enough to give me time to prove why I deserve your time. Hopefully, this is just the first of many dates.

 -Henry-

 What started as a straight face turned to a small smile, which led to a full-on elated, goofy grin. He was unpredictable for sure and so damn polite. Damn the British; you thought as you buried your nose in the bouquet. You moaned and inhaled the aroma of flowers that looked like they’d cost a pretty penny. He was definitely working overtime, that was for sure. The question you had now was what exactly did he want.

 Sighing, you took out your phone and opened up your messages prepared to shoot him a quick thank you text. With your finger hovering over one of the letters in your keyboard, you sighed again, feeling the overwhelming urge to call instead. After putting it on speaker, you sat in the barstool and waited two rings until Henry’s deep voice filled your kitchen.

 “Hello?”

 Your belly did backflips.

 “Hi,” you whispered.

 “Hi. How are you?”

 “Good.”

 You were desperately trying to recover from the unexpected reaction his voice had.

 “Glad to hear it. I called you earlier.”

 “Uh—I must have missed it. I was catching up with some friends.”

 “Okay,” he replied.

 Silence fell between you as each of you waited for the other to speak.

 “Um, I wanted to call and thank you,” you began.

 “For what?”

 “The flowers I’m looking at. They’re incredibly beautiful.”

 “Do you like them? The florist said the day after flowers should be subtle and sincere rather than flashy or extravagant,” Henry explained.

 You smiled wider as you checked the mental box for him being considerate.

 “Well, the florist knows what she’s talking about. They are perfect; you chose well.”

 “Good. I’m glad you like them.” He sounded like he was smiling as widely as you were.

 “How do you know where I live?”

 He paused for a few moments before he spoke. “I had your phone for twelve days. I probably know more about you than most of the world.”

 Those could have been the creepiest words you’d heard in a long time, and it was like your head was trying to figure out if you should take it as a red flag or laugh.

 “Have I freaked you out?”

 The way he said it sounded like he was finding amusement in it. You snorted and shook your head.

 “Why would you say that? Just because you went through my phone and figured out where I lived to send flowers? No, isn’t that what normal men do?”

 Henry’s laugh followed your words, and it drastically did away with any awkward tension that was in the air.

 “With you saying it out loud, I can see how you’d be freaked.”

 “To be honest, my initial reaction was shock, and then, strangely enough, it went away like this was everyday life,” you explained.

 “I’m really not trying to freak you out; I promise,” Henry pressed.

 “Then what are you trying to do exactly?”

 The silence returned, and you wondered if he would even answer the question.

 “Right now—I’m trying to ask you to have dinner with me tonight.”

 You put your head on the cold granite of your counter and sighed out.

 “We just had dinner last night.”

 “I’m told, based on human physiology, we actually have to eat three or more meals a day in order to sustain,” Henry explained.

 “Really?”

 “Yeah. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

 You smiled again and rested your chin in your palms.

 “Don’t you have things to do?”

 “I might, but I don’t care. I’d like to have dinner with you instead.” His conviction was so damn sexy. He wasn’t shy about professing his wants.

 “What if I have work to do and can’t shrug it off like you, Superman?”

 “I’m sure you can if you want to. Guess that’s the question. Do you want to? I take it you’re a woman who does what she wants when she wants no matter what. I doubt scheduling conflicts could keep you away from a dinner with someone you wanted to be at dinner with. Do you want to?”

 He probably did well in school with debate. He spoke beautifully and had a way with words.

 “I’m going to be at Taylor’s Steakhouse in Koreatown at nine tonight. I’ll wait until nine-thirty. Hopefully, I see you there,” Henry said before he hung up.

 Pressing your fingertips to your eyes, you groaned loudly. “Oh my god!”

 You stared at the flowers again and toyed with the petal of one of the blush-colored roses. The debate of the night wasn’t if you wanted to go or not. It was if you should or not.

 By the time you were dressed, it was close to eight forty-five. You were sitting in your closet in front of the mirror, still trying to convince yourself to go.

 “It’s no big deal, Aliya. It’s food, drinks, nothing more.”

 Your words sounded sure, but your face looked anything but.

 “Then why did you put so much effort in if it’s no big deal?”

 You sat there going back and forth with yourself like a crazy person. For every pro, you had you quickly came up with a con. It was endless. When your phone rang, you expected it to be Henry but were relieved when you saw it was your grandmother.

 “Oh my goodness, Gramaw. How did you know I needed you?”

 “I felt your distress. What’s wrong?”

 “I have a date, but I don’t know if I should go,” you blurted out.

 “Date with who?”

 She sounded shocked, and you didn’t blame her. It had been years since you’d spoken to anyone about a man, let alone a date. You spent the next ten or so minutes explaining everything to her, not leaving out one bit of information. You needed her to understand the situation now and give you the best advice.

 “Wow,” she uttered.

 “Yep.”

 “Why exactly are you debating going? It sounds like this has been decided for you.”

 “Uggh! Fate. I hate fate.”

 Your Gramaw laughed at you. She was one of those old souls who firmly believed in fate, destiny, and all the hoopla around it. You, on the other hand, had been disenchanted by it all.

 “Why do you hate fate?”

 “It’s always been hanging around me,” you whined. Again she laughed.

 “Oh honey, this is the first time fate has been anywhere near you. Other times has been sheer coincidence.”

 “So, you think this is fate.” You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t flashed across your mind. It had, but you would never admit that out loud.

 “It’s not for me to say. What do you think?”

 “I think this is very unwelcomed. I think I don’t have the time or the energy for this. I think I don’t want these feelings. I think—I’ve never felt anything like this. I think--e’s beautiful,” you finished with a sigh.

 “What is it that you want to do?”

 You groaned because if you knew the answer to that, you wouldn’t have been calling her. You cursed and dropped back onto the floor to lay there until you’d gotten your shit together.

By the time you got to Taylor’s, you were late. You were always late. The time on your phone said he would be leaving in fifteen minutes if he hadn’t just gotten fed up and left already.

 “Welcome to Taylor’s I’m Kimmie. Do you have a reservation?”

 “Um—well, I’m meeting someone here.”

 “Okay. What’s the party’s name?”

 You looked around, making sure no one was watching then leaned closer. “Henry,” you whispered.

 “Ha, yes, he did mention he was expecting someone. I should have put two and two together. He’s a celebrity, and you’re a celebrity. Duh,” she rambled. You didn’t know if she was anxious, nervous, or if it was her normal thing. She cleared her throat and spoke again.

 “Right this way.”

 It was like she was a completely different person. You followed her through the restaurant taking note of the exits. She lead you through a set of double wooden doors that led to a whole separate side of the restaurant. This area had its lights dimmed a little lower and looked more secluded. As you approached the table, you saw him sitting near a window sipping a drink. He looked nervous; it was adorable. You couldn’t help but smile. It was then he looked your way, and the moment it sank in, you saw him release a breath as if he’d been holding it the whole time.

“Enjoy your evening,” Kimmie muttered. It was then you realized you’d been standing in front of him, not saying one word.

 “You came.” He sounded surprised.

 “I’m sorry, I’m late. My Gramaw called, and I got caught up in conversation.” It wasn’t a lie per se. You didn’t need to tell him she had to talk you off the ledge.

 Henry stood and walked to the seat diagonal from him. “It’s okay,” Henry began pulling out the seat for you. You sat and allowed him to push it in for you. “Truth be told, I would have waited past nine-thirty,” He whispered into your ear, giving you a hint of his cologne and what he was drinking in that glass. Bourbon. As he walked back to his seat, you tried to keep your thirst under control.

 “Thank you.”

 “You look very fetching,” Henry added.

 “Fetching? Oh, the English gentleman is shining through tonight I see.”

 Henry smiled widely, showing off his perfect teeth. “I’m always a gentleman.”

 “Thank you. You look very striking,” you countered. He began blushing, and that blush had a shiver rushing through you.

 “Are you all right?”

 “Yes.”

 “Got a chill did you?” You could hear the cocky in his voice. The man had every reason to be.

 “Sure did. This is pretty impressive,” you said, motioning to your surroundings.

 “You’ve never been?”

 “No. I don’t venture out a lot. I find four or five restaurants I like and stick with them.”

 “So not so adventurous, huh,” Henry surmised.

 “I’m too busy really.”

 “Ah, the life of a mogul,” Henry teased.

 “I am no mogul.”

 “I think you are, someone important,” Henry concluded.

 “Oh, I think there is more to the definition than that.”

 “Maybe you’re right. What do you call yourself?”

 “Aliya,” you joked.

 “Cute.”

 “Thanks for noticing, you teased. “I don’t think of myself the way others seem to think of me.”

 “Welcome to Taylor’s. I’m Sam. I’ll be your waiter. Can I start you guys off with drinks?”

 “I’m ahead of you by one, catch up,” Henry said, raising his glass.

 “Um, how about a Negroni?”

 “Coming up,” Sam said before he walked away.

 “Another Guinness?”

 “No, Bourbon,” Henry corrected. The way he said it sound so prime and proper. He sounded better than James Bond himself.

 “Oh, Bourbon man too?”

 “Tell me,” Henry urged as he sat back in his seat.

 “Bourbon dry, hmmm. Only rich men drink it like that. Or men who come from money. They say the ice ruins the flavor of it, so they prefer to have it the way it’s intended. You’re sophisticated, fun, intelligent, and you value honesty and things right between the eyes. You don’t like games, and always know what you want. You might even be difficult and used to getting your own way and don’t know what to do when someone goes against it.”

 His smile was so telling. You’d gotten it completely right.

 “I do like getting my way,” he confirmed.

“I know.”

 “What about you?”

 “I usually get what I want. I’ve never had anyone not give me what I want,” you said. Henry laughed loudly.

 “I bet.”

 “What does that mean?”

 “Sadly, men do not know how to go against a pretty face,” Henry clarified.

 You stifled your laugh, letting out only a snort. “So that’s all you see when you look at me? A pretty face?”

 The waiter came back just in time with your drinks. Henry looked speechless. He asked if you guys were ready to place your orders, but neither of you had even looked at the menu. When he left promising to be back in a little while, Henry spoke.

 “I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean to.”

 “I’m not offended,” you said before you sipped your drink and moaned as the flavors filled your mouth. “This is good.”

 “When I look at you, I don’t see a pretty face.”

 “Oh no? So my face is ugly?”

 “No!” He cleared his throat, then began again. “You’re very beautiful.”

 “So just a pretty face then.”

 He looked so flustered you wanted to bust out laughing. The longer you continued this teasing, you knew you’d end up laughing in his face. It was cute how panicked he looked.

 “Aliya, you are drop-dead gorgeous. There is no lie about that, no mistaking it or looking past it. When I look at you, I see something I’m drawn to. There is something about you, this aura. I get the sense that you’re down to Earth, kind, smarter than anyone knows and deeply a good person.”

 As you sipped your drink again, you smiled on the glass. He had a way with words for sure.

 “You are good under pressure.”

 “Was that a test?”

 You shrugged with a smile on your face. “ If it was, you passed.”

 Again Henry laughed and shook his head; he didn’t look angry though.

 Throughout dinner, the conversation never stopped. You talked about everything from his family to acting and the experiences you both had in the industry. The longer you talked, the more you realized you had plenty of things in common. You laughed at all his jokes, but not because you felt like you had to, he was genuinely funny. Every time he spoke, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his mouth, which led you to look at his neck and the peeks of hair on his chest. Your fingers tingled from the want to touch. You could listen to him talk all night. It was an exciting revelation, and you were interested in what other revelations you’d have before the night was through.

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[evanthenerd83]

Blood And Ink: The Other Notes

It’s been a while since I last posted an update and the situation hasn’t improved. You guys and girls and ghouls should know why. Even if you just recently found this blog, you’ve probably seen the posts, the photos, and the glitched out text.

It isn’t exactly subtle in its goal. It hasn’t tried to hide from you all. It knows that you’re reading this and won’t stop drawing attention to itself until I do what it wants.

And I’ll get to that later.

So, here I am.

I didn’t use my laptop for a week after reading the second note. I kept it behind the bookshelf, unplugged and turned off. It wasn’t because of the note itself, though. I understood what it meant and while it was definitely unnerving, it didn’t really bother me that much. Something about my stories has inoculated me against real life oddities. Write enough stories featuring the paranormal and you get used to weirdness.

My autism might have helped, too. I tend to adapt easily to a schedule, especially at school, and I will ignore any difference present in the environment.

Of course, I might just be speculating. Or exaggerating. Or lying. I know how ridiculous that sounds, but I don’t have a better explanation.

Anyway, it wasn’t the note that unnerved me, but the fact that something had used my laptop without me knowing. That it knew me. My hobby. That it could communicate with me. And that it could leave me notes.

There was also the subject of whether it would leave me another one or not. I had no clue.

What could it do?

Could there be another note waiting for me?

I would stare at the bookshelf and the spine of my laptop. A part of me itched to turn it on while another was screaming at me to take a hammer to it. But I couldn’t really destroy it. Not without getting into trouble at least. My reluctance to satisfy my curiosity grew with each passing day.

I eventually started to make excuses. I had to work. I had to study for the EOCT in Economics. There were too many things I had to do. The week passed by fairly quickly though.

Finally, the break came around and I had no excuse.

The Thing started to move here. When I posted an update explaining how I had been taking a break from writing due to school, several letters were emboldened. They spelled something out. The word “lies”.

I didn’t know how to react to its assertion and decided to ignore it. But someone sent me an anon message. I got the notification on my phone.

“Are you okay?”

Once again, I brushed it off. I lied and said that I was fine.

In fact, I posted a selfie saying so.

A couple of minutes passed before I got another notification. Another anon message.

“What’s with the sickly photo?”

I opened the Tumblr app and came face to face with myself. A selfie that had been distorted to the point where I could make out each and every pimple in crystal clear detail. Shadow clouded. Gray. And underneath it were the words, “IM FiNE Im FIne iM fINe IM FINE IM FINE IM FINE IM FINE”, accompanied by a few tags.

“I’m fine”.

“Nothing to worry about”.

“Don’t worry about me”.

“Don’t you trust me?”

The Thing was taunting me. It knew that I was lying to you guys and wanted me to be ashamed. And its attempts were working. I felt sick to my stomach.

I was raised in a Christian household and I’ve always been told to tell the truth, lest I’d be damned to Hell. It worked for a while. But as you should already know, I lied about the weird text posts. And I kept on lying.

Another notification. Another anon message asking me about my health, this time a lot more reactionary. Some social justice warrior called me a heartless and disgusting person and threatened to report me to Staff. I assumed that someone who had suffered from depression had read one of my more graphic stories and been offended. I checked my blog.

But when I saw the post, I felt my heart drop into my lower intestine. The Thing hadn’t posted a picture. It had posted some text. I braced myself for what I could only assume was a demand.

It was worse than that.

“i did it. i opened my skin for the first time and it was excruciating. but it was also fun. pulling out my Bones and severing veins and siLencing my screaming nerves. this must be hOw he feels. this is wrOng though. i shoulDn’t be hurting myself for such An occasioN, no matter how exciting. but i’m just so happy. he’s starteD wrItiNg again.”

I wanted to scream after I read it. I wanted to die. The Thing was glorifying self harm and had decided to post its musings onto Tumblr, of all places. And it had done so on my blog.

My confusion turned into panic as I scrambled to throw out a decent apology. I brushed it off as a joke. A terrible, terrible joke. I knew that was another lie, but I had to do something to not be crucified by the hoards of SJWs who were knocking on my front door. It worked and nobody even noticed the tasteless portrayal of such a sensitive subject. I was relieved. For the moment.

I went into the post’s available options. I meant to select the delete option, but the screen flickered and I accidentally reblogged it. I had to issue another apology.

The Thing wasn’t done yet. It took me a while to notice them, but there were words in bold that were hidden in my apologies. The first contained “check the” and the second held “laptop”. Put those together and you get: “Check the laptop”.

Check the laptop.

My laptop.

It wanted me to check my laptop. I glanced at my bookshelf and shuddered when I saw the silver spine poking out of the darkness, just where I had left it. The rational part of my mind was in a screaming match with my curiosity. This could’ve been a trick. Another ploy to get my attention. But at the same time, it could’ve been a honest request.

My curiosity won in the end and I reluctantly pulled it out. Dust had settled around its screen and the battery was dangerously low, about twenty percent. I didn’t plug it up though. Didn’t really care.

It worked fine enough.

A familiar feeling raised its ugly head as I opened Notepad. It had been weeks since I read the notes, but I could still remember how uncomfortable they made me feel. The Thing knew a lot about me. It knew things that were meant to be private. It must have been stalking me.

There was a new file folder in Notepad. There wasn’t a title and it didn’t appear to be that big. Just a couple of gigabytes. I opened the file, coming face to face with six documents. Two of those documents were the first notes I had read. I scrolled down to check if the first notes had been deleted or just simply transferred or copied, but I couldn’t find the originals.

The third document was titled “I’m Sorry”. From the information displayed, it was created a day after I had hidden my laptop. My fear almost won the argument. All of the shock and confusion from earlier returned as a fire. But it was already too late for self preservation. I opened it.

“You’ve been gone for quite a while now, Evan. Is everything okay?

I’m sorry for making you upset. I shouldn’t have pushed you so far. You needed some time to get back into the groove. You weren’t ready. Hiatuses can be hard. I can respect that.

But you can’t just leave me alone.

Not like that.

You didn’t even respond.

Just understand.

I need you.”

The fourth was titled “Why”. It had been created a week ago. A very short note.

“Was it something I said? Why would you keep me like this?”

The fifth was titled “Remember Me”. Created six hours earlier.

“Did you forget about me?

Hm?

I’m sure you didn’t. You couldn’t have.

But I can’t shake the feeling.

Maybe I need to jog your memory.”

It was obvious what it meant. It had posted about self-harm in order to get my attention. All its other attempts had failed and it knew enough about Tumblr to fire a warning shot. And that strategy had worked.

I had denied its authenticity and accidentally reblogged it. Reacted to it. Surely, that was what it wanted from me.

But there was still one more note.

The sixth note was titled “Everything”. Created an hour before I had decided to check on my laptop.

“I hate you.

I've tried everything. Everything.

It doesn’t matter how many notes I write. You still haven’t realized how much it hurts.

You probably think that you can just stop and I’d no longer exist. Well too bad. I’m not going anywhere.

So what will it take to get you to write again?”

To write again.

I swallowed some spit. As soon as I read those words, everything clicked. Made sense.

It didn’t just want my attention. It didn’t just want me to respond to its constant inquiries and notes. It wanted me to write again. It was waiting for me to come up with another story or poem. All this time, after everything it had put me through for the last month, it wanted that?

I exited out of the document and closed the file folder. My head started to hurt.

I created a new document, stared at it, and typed a single word. A question.

“Why?”

[rolypolydandy]

Historical meme thing

Tagged by @rockorococo

1. Who's your historical person? George, of House Hanover, Fourth of his Name, Prince of Whales, Commander of the Tenth Light Dragoons, King of the Dandies and the Alcoholics, Breaker of Pie Crusts, Owner of Dragon Chandeliers 2. What is it about them that draws you to them like a magnet? Mostly just how unnecessarily dramatic and theatrical literally every aspect of his life was, like he couldn't just do anything properly, everything had to be some ridiculous ordeal. I appreciate that kind of 💯 lifestyle. 3. Favourite thing about them? How Extra his taste in basically everything was - clothes, jewellery, decor, architecture, food, pets, you name it. But he was really chill hanging out with servants and soldiers and all sorts of people too, and he was a pretty cool big brother 4. Least favourite thing about them? The way he kept ditching Maria and then wanting to get back with her and the way he let Lady Jersey walk all over him, and how stupidly OTT his hatred of Caroline was, like sort your life out mate 5. If you could fix one thing for them? Probably make it so G3 was cool with him being an Extra Hot Mess and stopped intentionally ignoring his birthdays and stuff 6. If you could change their history, would you? If so, what? Obviously Princess Charlotte would outlive him and become Queen rather than dying just as he started to get the hang of the whole dad thing, and Freddie would live longer too 7. First thing you would say to them? Pub? 8. Bring them to 2017 with you... what does that look like? Oh my god ok on the one hand he would LOVE IT, youtube make up tutorials, rainbow highlighter, selfies, instagram, emojis, supercars, Vegas, fashion shows, Game of Thrones, Great British Bake Off, cocktails with sparklers, glowsticks, class A drugs. I mean his reputation would be even more rekt than it was in his own time but he would absolutely own it. On the other hand I think he'd be appalled by our dress sense and all the ugly architecture. 9. What WOULDN'T you tell them about the future? That he's always portrayed as either a bad guy or a moron, and always with the absolute worst 'fat suit' costumes imaginable. 10. Favourite story about them. Most of them have already been covered so I'll try not to repeat any but these are a few: The time he tried to teach Charlotte how to do a Highland Fling and sprained his ankle. The time he was round some dude's house and started hardcore flirting with his wife, the dude got mad and chased Prin out of his house, Prin tried to escape by climbing the wall in the back garden and fell off the other side into a pile of mud or horse poo or something. The time he went to Scotland wearing an inappropriately short kilt and patterned knee high socks The time he made Maria go to a masquerade as a monk and he went as a sexy nun.

11. Reblog with a picture or painting or depiction of them.

Oh boy where do I start

I mean there's the paintings, like this absolutely terrible rip off of Napoleon

The cartoons

The absolutely superior portrayal by Mr Peter Egan in Prince Regent (1979) and all the incredible on-point facial expressions

And of course, special mention to the most slashficcy portrayal of him to date, Peter Ustinov in Beau Brummell (1954) and Dat Sauna Scene

[russian-fairy]

OtaYuri fic recs #3

Sharing another short collection of Otabek/Yuri fics I’ve enjoyed in recent days (ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset. by dawnstruck, explicit, 14k

Yuri grows up and grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there.

Under your skin the moon is alive. by dawnstruck, explicit, 15k

Long distance relationships aren’t easy, but that just means they’ve got to make each moment matter, got to make it memorable, got to make it mean more.

otabekaltindaily reblogged your post by pissedofsandwich, gen, 5k

Otabek’s fans aren’t half as rambunctious as Yuri’s fans are, but they’re just as dedicated as Yuri’s Angels - not to mention protective.

Back and Forth by kiyala, gen, 5k

Yuri convinces Otabek to get snapchat, just to send selfies of himself making faces at Victor and Yuuri. He gets more than he expected.

Resolution by kiyala, gen, 2k

It’s a week after the Worlds when Yuri decides that he wants to go to Berlin. He doesn’t invite Otabek; instead, he just sends through a link for a twin room with a set of dates.

Stay Gold by hentaihorseface, teen, 4k, A/B/O, mpreg

At age 18, Yuri Plisetsky certainly expected to be back at his fourth consecutive Grand Prix Final since making his senior debut. As the current defending three-time gold medalist, he has a title to uphold after all. So needless to say, Yuri certainly belonged on the side of the rink watching the free-skate unfold beside the rest of the GPF finalists – the problem was, he wasn’t actually one of them. Yuri’s pretty sure the ISU would have disqualified him as early as the five month mark when he started showing – now that he’s a healthy eight months and some change into his pregnancy, he’s quite sure his globe of a belly would get in the way of some of the more technical requirements involved in his free-skate routine.

Time Enough by Beltenebra, explicit, 8k

Yuri hates waiting but there are some things that are worth it.

Butterfly Effect by hananapeel, teen, 1k

butterfly effect (noun): the phenomenon whereby a minute localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere. see also: chaos theory

the flap of a butterfly’s wings in brazil can cause a tornado in texas. what changes can it cause in yuri plisetsky?

Practice Makes Perfect by Ren, teen, 1k

Yuri finds out Otabek never kissed anyone and offers to practice with him. (That’s what good friends do, right?)

If the Sparks Didn’t Glow (we would know) by Slumber, teen, 3k

Yuri may be a brat, but everyone’s looking out for him– with or without Yuri’s approval.

Or: The five times Yuri’s virtue was unnecessarily protected, plus the one time it was.

[shanethvarosa]

2018: In Review

At this point in time, I feel like my blog is 100% reblogs of memes and ridiculous videos of animals and maybe some gratuitous selfies. Originally, Shaneth Varosa was supposed to be a place for me to publish some of my articles about music and try to facilitate discussion about these releases. Unfortunately, life gets in the way, and I can’t write like I used to. While here on Christmas break from work, and with the next hour or so of free time I have, I wanted to go over some of the artists that did The Most this year and recommend their work in case you’re in need of something new and exciting. See more after the cut! 

I’d like to start with about five honorable mentions and then move in to the ten artists who did the best job at promoting their craft and developing something sincere and meaningful. These honorable mentions all had really great releases, but overall didn't feel very impactful to pop culture overall. 

1. Florence And The Machine - High As Hope  was absolutely one of my most anticipated albums this year, especially after the amazing lead single was released out of the clear blue sky. The follow up single, Hunger, is one of the most relatable tracks in her discography. However, the lack of overall energy was somewhat disappointing despite the lyrics being 100% on point. 

2. Miyavi - I’m not sure I’m as big a fan of the Samurai Guitarist as I used to be, however he really is expanding upon his talents and schmoozing with the right people. A feature from Samuel L. Jackson was no small feet and he really did some neat guitar work on his third collaborative album this year. 

3. Crystal Kay - A Japanese/American pop star with a voice like Janet Jackson, but does not always make the strongest choices when it comes to album tunes. Her singles for this era were almost entirely ballads, so when she released an album with actual bangers for the summer, I was very impressed.

4. Cher - Usually, when Cher releases an album it is a shoe-in victory for album of the year. However, she really only did a cover album of songs, even if they were completely amazing songs. Here’s hoping she has a collection of original material to release soon. 

5. DADAROMA - A newer VK mainstay, but they haven’t actually released a full collection in over two years. Instead, they’re focusing on singles and EPs. This year, they began with “This is Live” which really blew me away following their lackluster third installment of the Dadaism series. They rounded out the year with the fourth installment which was also a significant improvement. However, in 2019, they should consider an album. 

Without any further ado, the top ten artists who really Did That this year:

10. Troye Sivan: I am a sucker for a good Gay Tune and “Bloom” had 12 of them. It’s rare when you find an album that has no tracks you want to skip, and maybe I’m biased, but there isn't one track that isn’t relatable to me and most of my pals. Highlights: Plum, Dance to This, Animal. 

9. CHVRCHES: Every couple of years, I’m guaranteed an over-the-top synth album from this group. Their debut found me at just the right time and their follow up found me at just the right time as well. These two albums really struck a chord with me personally and so naturally I was through the roof the Love is Dead was announced. While the production and vocal performance was totally still there, the lyrical content didn’t quite get me the way the previous albums did. Highlights: Graffiti, Graves, Deliverance.

8. Kamijo: Interesting how my favorite male singer and my favorite female singer both released albums this year and how neither of them made top five. Well, of course they were both excellent, but something stopped them from being everything they could be. Kamijo’s newest solo effort came in four parts and they were all a little confusing. Sang’s main storyline seemed to insinuate Napoleon Bonaparte was a vampire and the third installment of the album was a duet with vocaloid Hatsune Miku. Not to say the vocal performance and composition weren’t top of the line, but I just don’t know what he was trying to do with this era. Highlights: Sang II, Emigre, Nosferatu. 

7. Dir en grey: The world’s most iconic shock-rock band finally returned to us after a four year hiatus. This year’s Insulated World really did give us something to behold: A concept album that wasn’t completely based on mindless violence and fake-deepery. Sure, Kyo does his standard noise-making throughout a lot of the album, but I firmly believe this is their best work in about ten or more years. Highlight: Ranunculus, Keigaku no Yoku (Ravenous Greed), Ningen wo Kaburu (Suffering Human Beings). 

6. The 1975: A recent favorite of mine. Their singles for this era really enraptured what it is to be in your late 20′s in today’s day and age. Their whole album ended up being somewhat bizarre and ballad-heavy, but everything they put out before the main LP was fire and deeply, personally relatable. Highlights: Give Yourself a Try, Love it If We Made It, I Like America and America Likes Me. 

5. David: Most who will read this post will probably not know that “David” is a pseudonym for VK heavy-hitter Sui. This man started out in Metis Gretel many years ago, moved to a band called Megaromania, worked briefly with Lin before ultimately achieving his solo project which is easily the best thing he’s ever done. Probably because it is produced by Kamijo, but I digress. This year, he gave us his first solo album released in too-many parts, but the overall product was outstanding. His visuals even made him look like a true-blue cartoon character. Highlights: Confession (Awakening and Genesis), Genesis (In Bible), Metempsychosis. 

4. Panic! At the Disco: This band, whom we all know is just Brendan Urie, blew me away several years ago with Death of a Bachelor and the only way he could go at the time was down. DOAB was one of my top 25 albums of all time and I didn’t think he could outdo himself, but the energy given to us on Pray For the Wicked was genuinely dumbfounding. His lyrics were and are always at the forefront of what makes him special and for that reason I’m ecstatic that I have “Filthy as Charged” on a t-shirt. Also, he managed to make the title track of “The Greatest Showman” into the banger hit I knew it could be. Highlights: Dancing’s Not a Crime, Dying in LA, Old Fashioned. 

3. Asagi: For those of you who don’t know, Asagi is another heavy-hitter in the VK world. He did attempt a solo project back in the day, but it didn’t take off. This year, thankfully, it really did in the biggest way and he didn't let his main project, D, suffer at all. Fans were getting bored of D’s constant Vampire and/or Alice in Wonderland themes and so he basically said “I hear your pleas, here is what we give you” and released a traditional Japanese album with a modern twist in January as the true beginning of his solo presence. The man then followed up with several incredible singles with D including Revive and Deadly Sin, both of whom had insane B-Sides. Highlights: Madara (Chestnut Tiger Butterfly), Gekkai no Miko (Children of the Moon World), Homuzakura (Hidden Cherry Blossoms). 

2. the GazettE: An absolutely legendary band, one of the fewest VK success stories to be told. They’ve released so many concept albums over the years with stacks and stacks of successful singles, but 2015 really was their comeback year. They revamped everything about themselves and gave fans the darkest album in recent history. How do they follow it up? With their 9th LP of varying intensity, which was actually quite refreshing. My personal favorite aspect is how absolutely self-gratifying it was. Highlights: Ninth Odd Smell, The Mortal, Sono Koe wa Moroku (This Voice is Weak). 

1. BoA: My favorite multi-national pop-star had a... Kind of ridiculous last few years. In 2014 she released a Japanese comeback album that was literally a collection of singles that came out since her last album. In 2015, though, she brought us back with a Korean album really showcasing her talents as a singer/songwriter and then in 2018 she did THE MOST!!!! She starts the year with a Korean EP called “One Shot, Two Shot” which was all bangers, and then followed up with a Japanese LP called “Watashi Kono Mama de ii no Kana (I Wonder if I Can Remain this Good).” This album was a little less perfect than the EP, however it will be forgiven as it had a perfect selection of ballads with one of the hottest tracks of the year: Mannish Chocolat. Don’t ask me what that means. Almost immediately after, she released an EP called “Unchained” which was an acoustic set of some of her recent ballads. Most notably, “Close to Me” was released as a completely acoustic piano ballad. Several months go by, and she comes back with a Korean LP called “Woman” which was almost completely perfect as well. “Encounter” and “No Limit” are probably the hottest tracks, but the title-track really showcases her feminist nature. She rounded out the year with yet another Japanese single called “Amor” which is, truly, the hottest dance track of 2018. I hope she keeps this momentum up next year!