#i couldn't find the red carpet video but

[namsoek]

Bruna Marquezine wearing THAT blue suit. | CinemaCon 2023

[lesbiansloveseokjin]

day 169/547 of seokjin’s military service

these selcas were posted on 150115, the day of the 2015 Golden Disk Awards

bangtan bomb filmed that day:

and bonus pictures posted that day:

[avatar-anna]

Pale Green Stripes

The Professor Masterlist

this takes place during The Professor Series!

"Did you know you're the only person who never tries to interrupt me?"

"What do you mean?"

Harry and Y/n lay on the carpeted floor of her townhouse. Their shoulders touched, but that was about it. Even so, Harry could feel that tiny bit of contact throughout his entire body. The professor probably had a word for that, a scientific term to explain why just the slightest graze—not even skin against skin—sent him into a tailspin that made him have to focus extra hard on what she said.

Y/n's hands knotted together on her lap, a thing she did when she held herself back. It was as if she had to physically restrain herself some way to keep her from speaking out of turn. Harry personally never thought she did, from their first meeting at the bookstore, he'd been fascinated by her, by the things she said.

"I don't mean to...impart information on people the way that I do. It just happens sometimes," she said, her eyes gazing up at the ceiling.

Harry knew he probably should've too, but he couldn't help but look at the professor instead. Her hair fanned out around her shoulders, she wore a string of pearls around her neck and earrings made to look like Salvador Dalí's melting clocks in her ears. Her jewelry was always a mix of something professional and a little quirky, Harry came to realize, as if even at work as a professor at Cambridge University she couldn't help but have a little fun.

Her wardrobe consisted of patterned socks and cherry red Adidas shoes and fun knitted sweaters and vests. Today she merely wore a cozy navy blue sweater and a flowy white skirt, her red shoes were on a rack by the door, but she still wore her ruffled socks with embroidered roses on them.

"I don't mind it at all," he replied honestly.

Y/n blinked a couple times, then said, "I know. I was surprised at first because everyone usually cuts me off. Or walks away."

Harry frowned. He couldn't help but notice how clinically the professor spoke about the hurtful things that had been done to her. By her family, so-called colleagues, the few friends she had at work. He couldn't fathom anyone finding Y/n anything less than wonderful. She was brilliant, yes, but funny, and charismatic, and had a knack for storytelling. Harry never wanted her to stop talking. Ever.

"I like listening to you," he told her, shrugging as best he could given his current prone position.

"That's probably because you never finished school and are trying to make up for lost time."

From anyone else, that would've been a joke, a jab, but Y/n took education seriously, had mentioned it numerous times since they met.

Still, Harry chuckled. "Maybe I just like the sound of your voice. Maybe I just like hearing what you have to say. Maybe I find your lectures highly arousing."

"Edward!"

Even as he laughed with her, Harry couldn't help but feel guilty. He knew he should tell her, he should've told her months ago. His middle name fired out of his mouth before he could think the first time Y/n asked him for his name. A desire for anonymity, that was all it was. He didn't think he'd see her again outside the one time, so he thought it would be harmless. Then they did keep meeting, and he didn't have the guts to tell her, and now he was too deep in the lie to find a way out.

"What?"

Harry had never been shy about his attraction to the professor, even if he'd only seen half of her face due to the mask she wore. There was so much to appreciate about her, so much to admire, and he let his own imagination do the rest. He could've, of course, looked her up online. Y/n had mentioned something about posting educational videos online, but he thought it was only fair that if she didn't know what his entire face looked like that he didn't either.

"Why do you say stuff like that?" she asked, and even without the mask, Harry could tell she was blushing.

"Like what?"

"About me. About—about your attraction to me and how you find me—or think I'm a—"

"Yes?" Harry encouraged. He could tell there was a word or phrase she had in mind but was too embarrassed to use.

"In the 16th Century, the word bellibone was first used. It's derived from French etymology using the words belle and bonne to describe a woman who excels in both beauty and goodness. There's really only one known use in the late 1500s. A poet named Edmund Spenser, though he was from Ireland. It's fascinating how a word can be used once then ceases to exist, don't you think?"

Harry blinked, not totally prepared for the tangent, though perhaps he should've been. Grinning beneath his mask, he said, "I think it describes you perfectly."

"Edward," Y/n said, now her neck was flushed too.

"Does it make you uncomfortable?" he asked. "The compliments? The—" He might as well call it what it was—"flirting?"

"N—No."

"Because I'll stop if it does," he promised. "I just think you should know how devastating you are."

One of the professor's eyebrows quirked up in confusion. "That was an interesting choice in adjective."

But it was the perfect one. Harry knew he couldn't be with Y/n the way he wanted when she didn't know the truth about who he was, and he couldn't risk losing her if he finally told her. Perhaps it was unfair to play at something he knew he couldn't have, but part of him wanted Y/n to know that she was desirable, that she was more than what her intellect offered. Sure, Harry found her intelligence sexy as all get out, but she was also beautiful, and funny, and kind, and he didn't think anyone had ever complimented more than just her brain.

He would spend an entire day complimenting her if he had the time, or if she let him.

But while Y/n was confident in many things, romantic feelings weren't one of them. Despite the obstacles he put in his own way, Harry didn't think the professor was quite ready to hear how much he really liked her.

"Tell me something."

"Like what?" Y/n asked.

"Anything," Harry said, facing her and propping his head in his hand. "A book you read, something that fascinates you, your least favorite student, anything."

She narrowed her eyes at him as she positioned her body to face his. "I don't have a least favorite student."

"I don't believe you," he replied, narrowing his eyes back playfully.

Y/n scanned his face, then up and down his body. It was casual, though Harry noticed that her gaze lingered in places—his arms, his shoulders, his face. He wore a mask, but he tried to suppress his grin anyway. Then, before he could tease her more, her eyes lit up.

"Did you know the stripe pattern originated in the Middle Ages?"

He never knew, but she always prefaced her information the same way. "Did it?"

Nodding to the green striped shirt Harry wore, she said, "Stripes were used to identify social outcasts. Prostitutes, criminals, hangmen, clowns and jugglers; they all had to wear stripes so they were easily recognizable in regular society."

"Clowns?"

"Outcasts and people who were...not society's favorites, like court jesters and such. European governments even legalized the requirement of certain citizens to wear stripes. Though now, of course, stripes are popular due to Coco Chanel wearing a striped shirt similar to French sailor uniforms, which, you know, sailors were also usually the lowest rank of the French navy. Then stripes began appearing in women's activewear in the 1920s, Al Capone began wearing pinstriped suits, and the rest is history. A long, brutal history, obviously, seeing as prisoners were later forced to wear striped uniforms, and prisoners in concentration camps during World War Two, but—there you have it. A brief, slightly detailed history of the stripe."

Harry looked down at his long sleeved shirt, the thin pale green and white striped that lined his arms and torso. "Not sure if I'll be able to wear stripes again, but... that's really fascinating."

"Thought you might like that," Y/n said with a shrug.

Harry tilted his head questioningly. "Why do you say that?"

"You like clothes."

He didn't question how she knew that. With her background, Y/n seemed to know things about him that she just happened to observe. It was a little disconcerting at first, but he came to appreciate that he didn't have to pretend around her. No airs, no personas, none of the things he'd become so accustomed to in recent years. The professor might not have known about Harry's career, but she knew him in ways no one else did.

"Well," he said, playfully sighing at his shirt. "Guess I'm never wearing stripes again."

Y/n's eyes squinted and her mask scrunched a little, the way they always did when she smiled. With an unmistakable glint in her eye, the adorable one she always got when Harry indulged in her. "Wait until you hear about polka dots!"

Harry sighed, a mix of exasperation and amusement making him chuckle a little. "Tell me more, love."

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hey girllll can u do billie eilish x singer! reader

Keep it Professional

|| Billie Eilish x singer!fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader with wine, short drabble

|| Summary; billie meets reader at an awards show and finds herself swooning.

Requests open!

Started; october 2nd

Finished; october 3rd

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Billie Eilish found herself on the red carpet for yet another awards show, surrounded by cameras and flashing lights. She held herself with confidence as she posed and smiled, sending a few playful winks. Though she couldn't help but notice the whispers from other attendees. They always whispered, but this time the name caught her attention. They were talking about you, a rising star in the music industry who had made a name for yourself with your powerful vocals, unique sounds, lyrics and music videos. Billie had been a fan of your music for a while now, admiring your talent and charisma from afar. She wondered if she would get the chance to talk with you tonight as she entered the building.

You were already there, well situated with a glass of wine that you took occasional sips from. Your eyes darted around, admiring all the celebrities from afar. Some would come and talk to you, you'd humour them with conversation but really there wasn't any in particular you wanted to speak to. Until your eyes landed on Billie Eilish. Who seemed to have just arrived. You smiled to yourself, you'd always had a crush on the star. Even before you'd gotten into the music industry yourself; you never mentioned it in interviews... but she'd been your inspiration. It showed in some of your music videos and some of your more die hard fans had figure that out, so there was a rumour about it. But you let it stay a rumour, never confirming or denying it if people asked. You usually just say something like 'I leave it up to the people's interpretation'.

Billie scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. What she didn't expect was to make direct eye contact with you. Apparently, you'd already been looking in her direction; which made her cheeks flush. She noticed you were standing alone, she thought that to be a little odd. Given that your rise is music was right up there with people like Taylor Swift. She watched you take another sip from your wine glass, trying to work up the courage to go speak with you.

Before she knew it, her legs were carrying her in your direction; and then... she was right in front of you. Damn, you were even prettier in person. Billie seriously hoped she wouldn't make a fool of herself talking to you," hey, Y/N. Right?"

You nodded, feeling a flutter go through you as Billie Eilish stood before you. You hoped you wouldn't make a fool of yourself in front of her," Yeah. It's nice to finally meet you, Billie." You tried to keep things causal, not wanting to give hints to your internal raging fangirl.

"Likewise," She smiled at you. God her smile," Your music's incredible, it's been all I've been listening to lately."

Your smile mirrored hers, now really hoping you were keeping thing's professional. The Billie Eilish listens to your music? Your finger subtly but rapidly tapped the side of your wine glass, a nervous habit," thank you. That means a lot."

The rest of the night seemed to flow with a practiced ease, you and Billie staying with each other through it all. Rambling off one another in conversation, laughing and smiling. Mutual crushes growing all the more. Much to the other's blindness.

After the awards were presented (with both you and Billie getting at least one), she found you again as you were about to leave.

"Y/N! Hold on!" She called out, practically running to you. You turned and looked at her with a smile.

"Billie! What is it?" You replied, glad that she had come to talk to you again.

"Can we keep in touch? I really enjoyed tonight," She asked, her cheeks flushed as she looks at you.

You smiled and nodded," of course. I'll put my number in your phone."

She seemed to easily hand you her phone without second thought; you gave her your number and she thanked you.

Little did you know, that in just a few weeks time she would take you on a date.

[manlywitch]

Hi! Could I make a request? Monoma x Male reader smut.

Where Monoma is jealous seeing that her boyfriend spends more time with class 1-A? The rest I would like to leave to your imagination!

I am so sorry if my request is not understandable, English is not my main language. If you don't find this request comfortable, you can ignore it if you like! Thank you!

Sure thing dude ^^

Also, we don't judge English here. It's not my main language either /srs( ￣▽￣).

I've been noticing a pattern where I only have written for blonde guys rn.. (excluding Alastor)

<🏵Type- Smut {🔞}

<🏵 NSFW -16 dni

<🏵reader- Male!reader.

<🏵character(s)- Monoma Neito.

<🏵warnings/TW- degration, NSFW content, suggested humiliation?

<🏵proofread?- ❌️ (I was too tired..)

Fem aligned dni

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ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦

Monoma clenched his fists in anger as he stared at his boyfriend, who was happily talking to some morons from class 1-A.

He was grumbling and cursing under his breath as he complained about it to Kendo, who just ate her lunch trying to ignore the blondes childish antics.

"I will not tolerate him talking to those freaks..." he said to the red-head who wanted to leave this idiot alone but couldn't since she cared too much about him.

『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

And here you laid you're ass being rammed up by Neito's dick as you couldn't make any noises since he gagged you with a piece of cloth.

You're body was littered with freshly made hickeys and other marks that made everyone know you were 'claimed' by someone.

You were laying on the carpet a pillow under you're bottom so Neito had better access to you're ass. Also...You were laying infront of a mirror.

Neito smirked as he sped up, muffled moans coming out of you're mouth as his dick hit you're prostate.

He was squeezing and rubbing you're balls as he also had put a cock ring around you're dick not letting you have you're release.

He groaned as you tightened around his cock making him almost cum.

He groaned and put both his hands on you're hips as he came inside you.

Muffled whines and moans escaped you're mouth as he started stroking you're cock with one hand, the other hand on you're hip.

He pushed his cock in deeper his balls slapping against you're ass as he sped up even more making you feel overstimulated.

He loosened his grip on you're hips when he was done cumming.

He came down from his high.

He pulled out and looked as his white seed dripped out of you're ass.

He smirked and sat you down on his lap looking at you.

He grabbed his phone and started making pictures of you're lewd expression.

He smirked and let go of you making you fall weakily onto his chest.

He removed the cock ring and smirked as you came instantly you're white seed squirting onto his stomach and you're thighs in long ropes.

He stroked you're thighs as he whispered.

"Such a little slut.." he said as he stroked some of the hickeys on you're thighs muffled whimpers coming out of you're mouth.

He put you down onto his bed and looked at the pictures he took.

"Look at how much of a whore you look here.." he said as he scrolled through the pictures.

He noticed you fell asleep and decided you didn't deserve cuddles since you were such a whore, oh, and the fact you talked to Class-1a still bothered him.

He slept on the couch in his room that night.

『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

The next morning he woke up noticing you were gone, probably back to you're dorm room.

He put on some clothes and walked out the door.

He went to the common room with the elevator.

He then saw Vlad king and principal Nezu standing there...With the entire class around them.

He walked to the group wanting to know what was going on.

Nezu started talking about how they think there might be a spy at UA and said that he and Vlad king were gonna check everyone's phone for evidence.

"And we'll start with photos and videos" Nezu said.

"First of, Monoma.." Vlad king said as he signed Monoma over to give him his phone.

Let's just say....

You and Monoma had a nice time explaining stuff to the both of them.

I always love new requests, so absolutely send them in when you get an idea!!🌻

[thechaoticdruid]

[This Bites] (1)

Pairing: Astarion x F! Chubby! MC

Plot: Through some mysterious and very miraculous events, a young woman finds herself literally stuck with a character from her current video game obsession. You can guess it already. It's an isekai type fanfic. Except in this case Astarion is stuck in our modern world.  I was gonna call the MC Tav, but since the actual game character Tav is mentioned I just named her Winnie. 

Content Warnings: Death….sorta, An asshole of a stepdad, MC uses She/Her pronouns, eventual smut and sexual content in future parts. Characters may be Ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes are possible. MC has very low self esteem. Depressed MC.

Chapter One: You are here!

Chapter Two: Here!

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“Argh I knew something would go wrong with this game!” The female huffed, staring down at her computer. Her eyes scanned over the error message titled ‘Character not found.’ She gritted her teeth in frustration. “God forbid I try mods….” 

The young woman groaned, shutting her laptop and falling back onto the bed. Apparently after finally installing a cheat mod onto Baldur's Gate 3 the game decided to retaliate and locked her out of her save files. She couldn't even create a new character either! The same ‘Character not found’ message seemed to pop up no matter what she did. The girl’s name was Winnie, a college student in her early twenties who was still living at home. Not too long ago Winnie had gotten the game upon release. She'd played it several times since then and even yet was still able to find some hidden secrets she didn't notice the first time. Honestly this game had really helped with her current state. Life had just been dull and miserable. All her friends had moved on and had their own lives now and she really wasn't the best at making new ones. 

She had a dull boring job, did online writing classes and also had to put up with the asshole her mother married. This game had been a godsend for her these past few months. It gave her an escape. A way to be someone else, at least for a little while anyway. 

Not to mention live out her somewhat cringey teenage girl fantasy of dating a walking red flag of a vampire. In this game she felt important. Like she was some badass heroine who was ready to take on any foe.  Not the shy, scared, awkward woman who she saw in the mirror.

Her cat Maddie broke Winnie from her thoughts as she hopped up onto the bed and crawled onto the young woman's chest. Winnie ran her hand over the cat's thick fluffy black fur.  Maddie gave a small mew before purring noisily and gently kneading her claws into Winnie’s chest.

Winnie sighed, scratching the sides of Maddie's face as she was soothed by the feline’s pur. 

“WINNIE! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!” A gruff male voice shouted from the other room, causing Maddie to jump and scramble off of Winnie and hide under the bed. 

The brunette haired girl sighed and got up, walking out of the room and cautiously stepping down the hall. 

“Yes, Brian?” Winnie spoke up as she entered the kitchen.  She looked over to see her stepfather stumbling about. Brian was a rather large man with short dark hair and beard. He was well….very unpleasant.

“Where are the goddamn car keys?” He growled out. 

“Dunno, I don't drive.” Winnie said calmly as she leaned up against the wall, “mom probably put them somewhere. Check the coffee table by the recliner.” 

Brian stomped off, a tiny tan fluff of a dog following after him.  He grabbed the keys before walking back into the kitchen. 

“I'm going to the store. Keep that stupid cat of yours in your room! It keeps shitting all over the carpet!” 

“I've told you over and over. Maddie only goes in the litter box. It's your dog that keeps making a mess in the house because you don't take him outside when he needs to go.” Winnie rolled her eyes.

“Don't fucking talk back to me! You're lucky your mother lets you stay here, if it was up to me you'd have been kicked out of here a long time ago.”  Brain snapped, making Winnie flinch a little at his tone.  “Now make sure the trash is taken out before I get back.” He said before stomping out the front door and slamming it behind him.  Winnie flinched once again at the loud sound before letting out a sigh and pulling the trash out of the can despite the fact that she distinctly remembered her mother telling Brian to take it out this morning. 

Winnie took out the trash before coming back inside heading back to her room. Her eyes scanned over her laptop as Maddie crawled out from under the bed.  She walked back over and opened the device, logging herself on before attempting to open her game back up.

[Character not found.]

Winnie groaned before filling out a bug report and then putting her computer up. She needed to get ready and go to work anyway. 

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A few days had passed and nothing seemed to work. Winnie had disabled and deleted all the mods, sent in about a dozen but reports and still nothing. The only thing left she could try now was uninstalling the game and then reinstalling it. 

Winnie sat on the bed waiting patiently for the game to download though she knew it would at least take an hour. She pulled out her cellphone, noticing a text from her mother. The message was informing Winnie that Brian and her mom wouldn't be home until late tonight. At least this meant she'd have plenty of peace and quiet in the meantime. The young woman spread out on her bed, stretching her limbs before slowly closing her eyes, resting lazily.

Time passed as she slowly dozed off…Eventually she was awoken by the sound of beeping? It was some strange noise that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She quickly looked over to her laptop and her eyes widened as she noticed it seemed to be going crazy. Blinking and beeping.

“What the fuck!?” She exclaimed, grasping her computer and frantically clicking the mousepad. 

Then the screen went black before seemingly returning to the home screen. However, everything on the computer was gone save for one shortcut. Baldur's Gate 3.

The game’s shortcut sat in the very center of the computer, practically screaming at Winnie to click on it. She clicked it and the game opened up. 

Everything seemed to go as normal up until the title screen.  Winnie’s eyes widened in shock as she noticed all of the menu options were gone aside from (New Game).  She raised an eyebrow before clicking on the only option available and waiting as the opening cinematic played. Everything continued as it usually did. Winnie created her Tav, a human druid with an urchin background, then proceeded to hop into the game. 

Winnie did a bit of a speed run, moving through the Nautiloid as quickly as she could. She recruited Us, Lae'zel and freed Shadowheart before reaching the helm and crashing the ship.

Upon reaching the ravaged beach was when things began to get strange. 

The game buffered and blinked a bit, skipping the scene where Tav would check themselves out followed by some voiced narration. Tav was kinda just there on the beach. 

“Oh God. The game is glitching….” Winnie whined. She sighed in annoyance before clicking on the ground where she wanted Tav to walk. Winnie REALLY did not feel like uninstalling the game and waiting another hour to try again so she decided she'd play for as long as the game would allow.  Winnie had Tav wander over towards where Shadowheart would normally be laying after crash, only to find an empty space where the half elf should be.  Winnie groaned assuming it was another glitch before continuing on along the beach. While most things were there like the dead bodies and the intellect devourer enemies, Winnie did not see any sign of Shadowheart at all. Not even near the ruins where she'd be if she wasn't rescued by the player.  Winnie decided to quickly go and look for the other characters, sneaking her way past the little brain creatures and moving down the path where Astarion, the elven rogue companion, would be waiting to ambush the player.  He was Winnie’s favorite. She had a soft spot for sassy morally grey characters with tragic backstories. And he was also secretly a vampire to boot which just added to the appeal.  Winnie had her Tav approach the area before she let out a sigh of relief seeing as the vampiric elf was in his starting area shouting for help like normal. At least the game wasn't completely broken.

“Hurry I've got one of those brain things cornered.” Astarion’s dialogue began as soon as Tav got close enough to interact with him.  “There in the grass, you can kill it can't you? Like you killed the others?” 

“Uh….I kinda actually didn't kill any of them…Heheh.” Winnie chuckled before dragging her mouse over the dialogue choices.

1. [Easily, stand back.]

2. Kill it yourself. You seem capable.

3. Leave

Winnie clicked on choice 1 before her Tav walked over to check the tall grass for the intellect devourer that was actually non-existent. 

Instead a wild boar leapt from the grass and made Tav jump in surprise, giving Astarion the perfect opportunity to strike. He pinned the druid to the ground, pressing a dagger to her neck.

“Shhh…Shhh….Not a sound…Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” The vampire practically purred out.  Winnie blushed, a shiver going down her spine. There was a reason she always found herself choosing the elven vampire as her character’s love interest. Initially when she first got the game she felt he came off as a pompous prick (which he is) but damn he was so fucking seductive. It drove Winnie absolutely mad. Not to mention it helped given he had sweet delicious character development later on in his story and actually could be kind of a sweetheart… To the player at least.  

The romance in this game had to be Winnie’s favorite aspect of it. She was very romantically inexperienced to say the least and this just added to what made the game her perfect escape from reality. It made her feel like someone actually liked her. Winnie prepared to select the next dialogue choice when suddenly she noticed they had changed. 

1. [……….]

2. ………..

3. ……….

4. ……….

She looked up and saw a smirk form on Astarion's lips, his eyes appeared as if he was staring back at Winnie from through the screen. Before she could speak Astarion slit Tav's throat and let them drop onto the ground.

“What. The. Fuck.” The brunette haired female went pale as she stared at her computer screen. Astarion sighed in what sounded like relief?

“Finally, we've done that old song and dance so many times! The novelty has completely worn off.” He stretched out his arms, before wiping his dagger on the ground. “It feels so invigorating to try something new, wouldn't you agree?” 

“Uhh…..What's going on?” Winnie asked aloud. She was shaking a bit in both confusion and a little fear.  Her character was kinda just laying on the ground dead…and Astarion was talking….to her!?

“Oh dear, it seems I've gone and frightened you. Ahaha!” Astarion chuckled before appearing to move closer to the screen, even going so far to place his hand on it…

“Hello darling…”

[esmedelacroix]

24 days til' Christmas

going dancing with boyfriend!choi san on christmas eve⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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One of the downsides of dating a K-pop idol was that there was no privacy whatsoever. Which would result in yet another Christmas Eve at home, probably watching movies. Any moment spent with San was happy, but it was Christmas for Christ's sake!

What must a girl do to go on a simple date with her famous boyfriend? you thought to yourself.

You were making some shrimp jjigae (Korean stew) for San. San was arriving at the Incheon Airport that evening after the last leg of his tour. You were excited he would be home right in time for the holidays. It was still upsetting that the two of you couldn't go on a date on Christmas Eve like you usually did.

He had gained a ton of popularity after his comeback, the two of you were spotted at an Italian restaurant and it was all over the internet after 30 minutes. In just 10 minutes the whole internet knew what the two of you were eating, drinking, and wearing.

San's company didn't have rules against dating, but the two of you decided not to be obnoxiously public about your relationship. He talked about you in interviews and attended red carpets with you occasionally but that was all the two of you were comfortable with.

On your way to the airport, San's song came on the radio. You had your sister take a video of the two of you singing along to his song so she could send it to him.

San and the guys would be arriving at a private gate. Hopefully this time the fans didn't find out somehow. You waited there anxiously for him, looking around for any fangirls in the area every two seconds. Finally, you say your handsome boyfriend steps out immediately looking around for you. You were already running towards him and the second you entered his view, he abandoned his suitcase and ran to you spreading his arms out to you.

The scene was right out of a cheesy film. Hongjoong practically died from cringe but deep down he was so happy that his Sannie had someone he loved to come home to. Wooyoung being Wooyoung was videotaping the entire moment.

"Yeobo[Sweetheart], I've missed you so much," San said as he held you tight.

"I've missed you more," you sighed as you looked up into his eyes running your fingers through his hair.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Because no lovey-dovey moment lasts forever, the two of you heard the clicks of cameras along with the footsteps and screams of an atiny stampede.

San quickly took your hand and ran through the airport with the boys and their bodyguards following you behind. The two of you couldn't contain the giggles from the adrenaline rush running from fans like you were elementary school kids playing tag at recess.

Once you got away, you went to dinner with the guys and listened to their tales from tours. Including lots of pranks from Jongho and Mingi, and lots of scolding for San and Wooyoung from Hongjoong.

After dinner, you gave the boys their Christmas gifts since you would be with San in his hometown that day. You told them to open their gifts when they were at the dorm knowing that you would be awaiting a particular text from Seonghwa about how thankful he is that you got your hand on the "Ahsoka Tano's T-6 Jedi Shuttle" Lego Star Wars set.

San would be sleeping over your place before the two of you went to his hometown. After the two of you finished watching the newest episode of Single's Inferno, you thought it would be worth a shot to ask San what he would think about going to a Live Jazz club with you for Christmas Eve.

To the inquiry, as expected he answered "I don't think so," which was his nicer way of saying, "No we're going to get caught.

Even when you told him that your sister would be playing saxophone there and that you wanted to support her and the two of you could watch from backstage he was still very hesitant.

You knew that there would be a slim chance that San would agree with you, and you noticed a glint of guilt in his eyes when he said no to you.

To San, you were his kryptonite, he was physically unable to say no. to you without wanting to gauge his heart out of his chest. You went to bed with a bit of a heavy heart after overthinking in the shower and realizing that your relationship with San would never be normal.

. . .

The morning was perfect. San had made you breakfast in bed without burning down the entire kitchen. San was a great cook, but he was also a very messy one at that.

That afternoon the two of you wrapped up gifts for San’s family and baked gingerbread cookies while cozying up together and sipping hot chocolate and eggnog. It was perfect, festive, and domestic. But San knew that you were still thinking about the Jazz club occasionally texting your sister throughout the day to ease her nerves.

"Jagiya[baby], we are going to have to go somewhere really quickly," San started as he entered the living room putting your cost on.

"But San, it's a little late. I promised my sis I'd watch the live stream of her performance," you answered.

"I know and I'm sorry but there is an emergency formal meeting at the company and I don't want to leave you home alone, I know how much you like to get ready anyway," he explained walking over to you, ushering you to get up.

You gave him an irritated glare before springing up and squealing, "You know me too well babe,"

You got up and gave him. smooch on the cheek. You didn't care if it was a formal meeting. San could see how bored you were of watching the same holiday hallmark movies. He also knew how much you loved to dress up.

You did your makeup and wore a red cocktail dress, accessorizing it with a jewelry set you had removed from your brother who was completing his military service. You put on your favorite heels, give yourself a bold bloody red lip, and throw on your favorite trench coat.

San gawks at you for what feels like minutes before checking back into reality and getting up. "You look stunning darling," he said as he pulled you into his side by your waist and kissed you on your cheek.

San had already heated the car and opened the door for you before walking over to his side and getting in. He passed you the aux and you immediately started playing your favorite holiday tunes.

As San drove he began to take unfamiliar turns. He was oddly driving away from the direction of his company. You found this strange but shook it off as nothing.

The two of you sang along to Christmas tunes before he finally pulled into a parking spot. There stood the live jazz club that your sister was performing at. The two of you were right on time. San quickly got out of the car to open the door for you, taking your hand and helping you out of the car. "San what is this?" you chuckled in surprise.

"You know I can't say no to you baby," he replied, taking your hand and leading you into the club where the two of you had great seats. No one could see the two of you since the event seating was arranged in booths and the club was dimly lit.

Everything was perfect and quite discreet. You don't know how hard he had pulled this off. But you knew he had the help of your sister. You could tell she had been lying to you about something lately; you just didn't know what.

It was amazing, the two of you enjoyed music and a great meal. Sis was playing excellently as always until your favorite Christmas song was playing, "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" Other couples had been dancing all night.

San could tell that you wanted to dance to this song with him. You were practically swaying in your seat. He was afraid of the press ruining your date but he simply did not care in the moment when he stood up and held his hand out for you to take.

You looked up at him cracking the brightest smile he had ever seen grace your lips. The two of you swayed slowly to the music. You could feel stares whisper and some flashes but you didn't care. You were too focused on each other.

You were too focused on the feeling of love and excitement enveloping the two of you as you spun. There were already articles and posts up but when the two of you got home you were too infatuated with each other to glance at your phones. The two of you slept peacefully that night as Santa dropped your gifts off and feasted on the milk and cookies you had left out for him.

taglist: @aripet22

[drkmgs]

Homecoming

Jenna Ortega x Reader

Warning: nothing just overload cuteness...

I have no clue how military school works or how to get into the military in America...so no offense to the people who are studying to get into the military...big respect for y'all

I might change this to OC (still in the process), but it will be still your POV...part 2? or nah?

Growing up you always admired Soldiers— how brave they were leaving their families to protect a whole country or even help out countries in need. So you swore when you grew up, you're going to be one and that became true.

When you came home from military academy/school for the first time, your friends invited you to hang out and enjoy your free time from school/academy. You arrived at this "hang out" to find out it was a little party, you recognized some of the people but mostly not. Then one of your friends found you in the mass of young adults and introduced you to their friend. That was Jenna. That's how you two met and stayed in contact. It started with a little text here and there, then into late nights chats, then into late-night calls, and then into video chats.

Soon you needed to say goodbye to those routines because the day of your return to the military academy/school is coming. You did mention it to Jenna in one of your late-night talks and she finds it great how you constantly pursue your dreams. The day before you left you personally asked her to be your girlfriend and she said yes. So, ever since that day you never let go of her.

You did feel bad for her because you couldn't celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, dream goals achievements together, or go out for a simple date night. Yes, she didn't complain and she said she understood that this is your dream but you knew in yourself how much she wished you would escort her to every red carpet she goes on or every award show she attends. You didn't know that your love for her is deeper than any of your dreams in life. You decided to retire from the military, you have talked to your family and also Jenna, and they support you with all of their hearts.

Currently, you're on your last duty and your retirement ceremony would be right after it, after that you have a flight to catch to get to Jenna's awarding show. Jenna has no idea that you'll be her escort at the Golden Globes, a week before you secretly messaged her manager to ask if it's possible to surprise Jenna and they had no issues with it, but the thing is you're on a tight schedule and you're already running late. The retirement ceremony got delayed because there was an issue on-site and you had to defuse it. Then at the airport your flight got canceled and needed to wait for two hours to get a new one, you were already 3 hours behind your schedule, and there was no time for you to drive home and change.

On the plane, you couldn't stop your leg to jerk because of the anxiety you wouldn't make it to Jenna on time. You kept texting her manager to hold Jenna off until you were at the venue. The landing of the plane was smooth, but then all of a sudden your name was called out. The pilots mentioned your achievements in the military and your retirement, all the passengers applauded you. The pilots mentioned something about an escort, you looked outside and see a limousine with police escorts parked in front of the plane. It was sent by a high-ranked officer in your department, who you looked up to. You quickly thanked everyone and made your way down the plane, into the limousine, and off you were.

Jenna couldn't understand why she was still in the car and wasn't allowed to exit. She's been in there for almost 30 mins and still no call or text from her manager. She can see the flashes of the cameras and shouts from fans of other celebrities. Then a black limousine parked behind her car, which she could only see through the rear mirror as she couldn't turn scared to mess up her dress. She finally breathe out when the car door opened.

Your phone is blowing up with text messages from Jenna's manager saying, she can't hold Jenna back anymore. You texted back that you are almost at the venue with the escort you have. What a fucking entrance will it be, you thought. Everyone at the venue became curious about who just pulled up with a fucking police escort at Golden Globes. Paparazzi swarmed the newly parked limousine, securities becoming a human barrier. You're still in your formal uniform with all of your military medals and cap, there was no time to change so this will just do, you fixed yourself a little and took a deep breath. Stepping out of the vehicle, and into the flashing cameras, you made your way to the car that was parked in front of the limousine.

You stood beside the door and gave the driver a nod to open the door. You stretched out a hand for Jenna to grab, but you kept your head down to the side so she couldn't see your face. You guided her to your right, so the driver could close the door. She still hasn't noticed you, not until you hook her hand on your right arm and whispered in her ear. "You look breathtaking, my love.", that's when she snapped her head towards you with wide eyes, all you could do is smile at her. "Wh-What are you doing here?! You said you couldn't escort me?!", she slightly slapped your arm, and you could see her eyes tearing up. "Hush, my love. I'd do anything for you. The things you've done for me, over the past 6 years? I could at least give you a princess-like entrance to your first Golden Globes.", you rubbed her hand trying to soothe her, and kissed her side temple.

You let her walk on the red carpet and let her pose for the photographers, when she had enough, she made a grabbing action towards you indicating to come beside her and let them take pictures of both of you. People at the venue were in awe seeing you pose effortlessly in front of the cameras as if you'd done it your entire life. After the picture session, a lot of managers or executives agencies gave you their business cards. "Babe, I think you don't need to look for a job anymore.", Jenna snorted seeing the 12th business card handed to you. "Hmm. Don't you think it will be fair for the fans to have two attractive individuals in a movie or series?", you whispered in her ear. "I do realize that I'm kinda bad at sharing, you have to give me all the business cards later, I'm going to burn them.", she replied which made you chuckle a bit.

Jenna's manager came to snatch you away from Jenna and let her do some interviews. While she was giving interviews, you were busy talking to her manager. "Jenna, would you please tell us and everyone who's watching at home, who your escort is? Because I don't think you saw how they made the highlight of the night. They had four police escorts, two up front and two at the back of the limousine, the way they stepped out of the car and hold their hand out for you— it was pure Disney movie.", the interviewer said and Jenna couldn't wait to watch any clips of it. "That's my partner Y/N Ashford. I didn't know that they would be here with me. It was a surprise, them being here with me.", Jenna answered excitedly. "Do you know what official rank they're, because from here I can see the shimmering of their medals?", the interviewer added. Jenna tried to find you through the crowd and answered "Yeah, no. I don't know what official rank they are and it's also the first time I see them in their formal uniform. I'm kinda into it."

You had no idea what was going on, everything here is overwhelming for you, and by the way, you got your 14th business card handed over, you already snorted at the thought of how would Jenna react to seeing all the cards later on. Wherever Jenna goes your eyes follow, you could see her smiling while talking to one of the interviewers, you could tell that they were looking at you but Jenna couldn't spot you which made you chuckle a little bit. You excused yourself from the people around you when you get sight of Jenna trying to leave the interviewer platform but struggling with her dress. You swiftly grabbed her by her hand and back so she wouldn't fall, when she realized it was you, she gave you her sweetest smile, and flashes of the cameras started hitting both of you again.

It was definitely a beautiful night for both of you.

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

Can we talk abt the first laugh, the first smile after uh Pyrite and Double Blind Peters’ trauma? Was it over a dog video? Tony saying something that was so emotionally mature and it crystallizes everything for Peter that he’s safe now? Maybe it’s a traumatic type of laugh like, angsty to the max, wow I don’t have to worry about my virginity anymore?

Peter woke to the sound of arguing.

"—read one article, and you decided to just go off on your own, pick one out and bring it home without even asking?"

"Yep, that's about the size of it."

He sat up slowly on the couch, limbs leaden with exhaustion and eyes bleary. He'd passed out in the living room after only catnaps all night, but no matter how deeply sleep had pulled him under, he couldn't sleep through Tony and Howard arguing anymore.

"You could have at least taken him with you," Howard's voice floated in from the hallway, and from the sound of his and Tony's steps, they were headed Peter's way.

There was another sound mixed in with their dull footfalls, though— a kind of jingling like jostled keys.

"He wouldn't have come," Tony said as he rounded his way into the living room, but Peter was already preoccupied by what had made it into the room just before him.

It was a dog. Big enough to come up to Tony's knee with a coat of wavy copper fur, blazes of white at its chest and paws. It was sniffing the carpet busily as it came into the living room, tail moving at a steady wag, but its head came up abruptly when it spotted Peter staring from the couch.

"Hey, kid, you're awake," Tony said, and he dropped the red leash clipped to the dog's collar. It promptly trotted over to Peter, tail wagging double-time, and occupied itself sniffing his knees. "Happy early birthday."

Peter looked between him and the dog, still sluggish with sleep.

"...My birthday isn't 'til summer," he said, turning his hand up on his knee so the dog could snuffle into it. Its wet nose was cool against his palm while it took in his scent, and he slowly pet its head, dazed.

"Yeah, that's why it's early," Tony said. He shrugged, and then spread his arms wide in celebration. "Congratulations, Pete, it's a girl. The shelter said her name is Eunice of all godawful things, but I know you can save her from that fate."

"You don't have to keep her if you don't want to, Peter," Howard said reassuringly, but he shot a pointed frown at Tony. "Or if you want a different pet, we can get you one that you've picked out yourself."

The dog sat, leaning her weight against Peter's leg while he scratched her ears. She was watching him with bright interest, dark eyes trained on his face and her mouth parted in a gentle doggy smile.

Her fur was really soft. He'd had lots of soft things in the tower, piled with plush throws and silk sheets and buttery-smooth pajamas, but he still couldn't help but find them comforting.

"...Did you get her toys or anything?" he asked, ruffling her fur with both hands.

"Left 'em at the front." Tony rocked onto the balls of his feet, fidgeting, obvious even out of Peter's peripheral vision. "Wanna see?"

In typical Tony fashion, there were bags and bags of dog toys and walking harnesses and different varieties of dog food on the patio. Tony and Howard watched as Peter picked through them, thinking vaguely that maybe he'd offer the dog a toy from each kind of category to see what she liked best.

"You could've let him pick something," Howard murmured disapprovingly, never, ever satisfied.

"I'm picking right now," Peter said, not looking up as he dug out a plush squirrel with a huge fluffy tail from the first bag. "He just brought the store here."

"...Well, that's true," Howard said after a pause. Waiting for Tony to interject with something smug, probably, but Tony was quiet where he was holding the dog's leash again to keep her from digging into the pet store bags herself. Howard cleared his throat then, and his voice was more gentle when he asked, "You think you'll like it, then? Having a dog?"

The dog took the plush squirrel when Peter handed it to her, dropping to lay on the patio so she could gnaw on it with her tail wagging furiously, but her head came up hopefully when Peter shifted his weight back towards the bags. Not a mega-hit, then. Maybe a squeaky toy?

…Howard had asked him something— right, he wanted to know—

"He wouldn't let me have one," Peter said, unthinking.

—and froze. He hadn't meant to say— ugh, stupid—

He rushed to busy himself digging through the bags to distract from his stinging cheeks, and hurriedly mumbled, "I mean, obviously not a dog because I couldn't take it outside, but like— a cat or a turtle or a… I think he just, didn't want me to get attached to anything else, so—"

'Stop making it awkward,' he begged himself, desperately dragging a squashy orange squeaky bone out of the bag and giving it a squeeze to cover up his family's frozen silence. 'They don't want to hear about it; just shut up—'

There was a sudden rush of jangling, and Peter looked up just in time to see the dog tangle herself in her leash as she spun in a giddy circle, landing on her side with an audible oof. His eyes widened with concern, but before he could even move towards her she sprang back to her feet and dove into a play-bow, enthusiasm fully restored.

Her tail was wagging so hard that it made her entire back half wiggle with it, and it was— ridiculous and silly and perfect somehow, the way she was so entirely oblivious to the tension. There they all were, paralyzed by mortification and guilt and the weight of said and unsaid things, and she may as well have been the happiest dog alive with just the promise of some chewy latex and a squeaker.

Peter scoffed a laugh, grinning, and wagged the toy towards the dog's face so that she could eagerly snatch it out of his hand.

"I think she might have a favorite," he said while she squeaked her new toy in a rapturous frenzy. He glanced up to trade a grin with Tony, but—

Tony was staring at him, expression like a wound, all raw shock. He gathered himself after half a beat when Peter's smile started to drop, fixing his expression and giving a nonchalant shrug.

"Gotta love a lady that knows what she wants," he said, and looked towards Howard. "Dad, do you wanna get Mom?"

"...Yes," Howard said, belated and somehow dazed, and he cleared his throat again. "Yes, ah… The dog seems like a perfect fit; Maria should meet her. Why don't— why don't you let her off her leash, Peter, and you can play with her in the yard?"

"...Okay," Peter said, feeling a little lost and off-balance, but— Tony's bizarre hurt hadn't turned itself into defensiveness, and Howard had actually praised one of Tony's ideas, so maybe everything was okay?

The dog streaked down the patio steps into the yard when Peter threw her squeaky bone for her, a bolt of copper and unrestrained delight, and it was almost startling to see something move so fast when he'd gotten used to the stillness of a life entirely indoors. He couldn't help but smile at the way she danced back up to him with her toy successfully reclaimed when he joined her out on the grass, and when he glanced back at the patio, his dad was still lingering in the open doorway, watching.

Howard smiled back before he finally turned to go into the house, which was strange but nice. He used to smile at Peter a lot before everything, but— well, it was just good to know that he could still be something for his parents other than baggage.

Tony came down into the yard to stand with him as Peter threw the dog's toy again. Watching her race after it, Peter felt steady enough to ask, "Why are you guys being weird?"

Tony didn't answer right away. Peter wasn't really nervous anymore after seeing his dad's smile, but he glanced over, curious, and Tony looked away.

"S'just nice to see you happy, kid," he said gruffly, eyes trained back towards the house. He swallowed hard and added, "Mom'll like her too. I bet she'll want to put her in sweaters and stuff."

"Oh," Peter said. "...Yeah, that would be cute."

He knelt down when the dog came back to him this time, ruffling her fur and feeling the soft warmth of her simple happiness under his hands. She wiggled from the attention, dark eyes crinkled with contentment and tongue lolling out ridiculously around her toy even as she nosed towards his face. She really was crazy cute.

It was nice that his family was happy because he was happy, he decided. That was normal. That was how it was supposed to be. Being watched so closely for his reactions reminded him a little of— well— but that was different. They weren't looking for— a performance, or compliance, or a 'thank you' that he didn't mean.

Tony would've been sad if he didn't want the dog, probably, but he wouldn't have insisted that she was staying because Peter really did like her and just needed time to figure that out. That was a difference, just like Tony's brown eyes and the careful distance he kept between them, and it was a difference that mattered.

Tony cleared his throat.

"What are you gonna name her?" he asked, shifting his weight in an awkward fidget. "I know you're not going to leave the poor gal stuck with Eunice."

Peter scratched her ears as he gave it some thought, and smiled.

"Leia," he said. Maybe tonight she could lay with him on the couch and he could introduce her to her namesake.

"A classic," Tony said.

Peter gave her ears one last ruffle before he stood, playfully wrestling the squeaky bone away from her to give it another throw. He stood with Tony as she raced off again, and before she'd made her turn to come back, he said, "Thank you."

'Of course, baby,' Tony would have said in the tower, or even here a year and half ago, if their parents had been away. And he would have pressed for a kiss, sweetened by Peter's gratitude.

"No problem, kid," Tony said, and they stood together quietly in the fresh spring chill, watching as Leia filled the yard with tracks of uncomplicated joy.

[d0g-water]

A while ago I saw the TikTok video of someone asking their girlfriend out by filling her room with balloons and roses and the words balloons “would you be my girlfriend” I thought it was the sweetest thing.

Imagine Quackity doing that with his crush 🥺🤭

hehehe

coming home from a long day at work, tired of all the miserable clients you have to deal with and boring paperwork.. you just want to sleep for years in your nice big bed, imagining all the fun activities and silly places you can go to in your dreams...

it all sounds great, and you couldn't wait any longer.

you feel all the stress on your back water down the second you step in your house, finding yourself better off without thinking about it coming back the second it reaches 6:30 a.m.

your shoes are kicked off and your bags, honestly, you could care less about them.

you groan at how good and stress-relieving your home environment is, but your room would be so much more.

you open the door to your bedroom after thinking about the amazing naps you're going to take and the endless scrolling on tiktok... not expecting your room decorated from the ceiling to the carpet.

you're in complete shock, not believing your own eyes, because they show you the most baffling situation you're suddenly in.

your long-time friend, the one you met through a mutualism, is standing in front of you with rose petals all over the place and large balloon letters that write "will you be my girlfriend?"

you're absolutely speechless, you would've never thought that your friend alexis liked you! well.. that is kind of a lie.

you suspected it way before, but convinced yourself that it was delusion. he texted and called you a lot, and he made you laugh every single time.. he'd even send corny pickup lines, and you wouldn't complain, because they were funny! you've had plenty of guy friends who did that, and they didn't like you like that... but alex might be different.

you remember when the two of you went on a stroll, talking about dumb things like law and streaming...

he found a tiny field of flowers by the sidewalk, saying he hasn't seen the specific type in a while-- you didn't know what he was talking about, but.. he gave you one of them.

it was odd, and it definitely made your heart skip a beat... you didn't think much of it, though. maybe it was just because you've never had that happen to you before.

oh god, now isn't the type to remember stupid shit, alexis is probably waiting for you to answer.

you don't know what to say, you look around your room holding back a smile (and ignoring the fact that your cheeks are tingling) seeing how dedicated alex was to asking you out.

he bought three different colors of roses: one is red, one is pink, and one is white.

he had heart-boxed chocolates on your freshly made bed.

he even bought some heart-shaped balloons, letting them float around your room.

god, this is the best thing to happen to you.

you have a cute boy standing in your room, asking you out by decorating your room entirely.

you can't help but say yes.

why would you say no?

you kiss him, and you can tell it's something he's been wanting for so long. you felt the passion and light grip on the back of your shirt, feeling his long eyelashes on your cheeks-- his precious eyes looking at you so innocently when you pull away,

you're so lucky.

[lukolabrainrot]

Can you explain what happened on Valentine’s Day? Sorry if this was already explained prior. I’ve seen it referenced but I’m not sure of what happened.

Yes, so basically from my understanding:

During the Bridgerton VDay event, L/N were being super cutesy with each other, and L was giving her TOTAL heart eyes and just basically looking at N like she was his favorite person in the world. MEANWHILE...

A was literally in the hotel they were staying at for this event and making TT videos (in the bathroom I believe?) while L was flirting and looking at N like THAT in public (let's just say, I'm sure 🐜 was not pleased)

I'm telling you, L's feelings for N are soooo much bigger than his feelings for A (HE'S LOVED N FOR SUCH A LONG TIME). Just my opinion though.

I couldn't find another video of them from the event, but this should give an example of their behavior with each other during the event. If anyone has other examples of them from the VDay event, please feel free to share in the comments! 😊

[jell0buss-37]

i really loved the reporter!peter b having a crush on actress!reader!

i was wondering if you could write more about it! :3 maybe peter and reader do end up dating and reader takes him to red carpets with her and theyre overall super SUPER in love with eachother<3333

I'm so happy you liked the concept! At this point I'm loving the different requests and I'm having so much fun branching out on these characters we've created. I hope you enjoy this one!

Part 1, Part 2

Reporter!Peter B x Actress!Reader (pt. 2)

I thought this pic was perfect for this!

When you guys started seeing eachother, he was completely starstruck

Your dinner at that Italian restaurant had went perfectly! More and more he had started to fall for you and your true personality, completely enraptured by you

You thought he was adorable, like a puppy imprinted on their mother, with those adorable eyes so wide and full of wonder

And the way his ears would burn a bright red any time you brushed your hand against his

Once he got comfortable, he was incredibly open and talkative!

It was your turn to be enraptured by him, seeing him in rose colored glasses at a movie the two of you went to see

You couldn't help but watch him instead of the movie, your hand in his, your arms pushed up against eachother as you watched the scary movie you had picked

He was geeking out, occasionally leaning in to whisper different facts and thoughts throughout the film

You kept getting these little butterflies at the sound of his voice

Being in this field of work, it was natural to have these certain trust issues whenever it came to this sort of thing

You hadn't been in a relationship in over 5 years now

You just didn't see the point in putting so much time and emotions into another human being

That is until Peter opened your eyes to what that point is

He was shy to ask you for a third date, suggesting that he cook for you back at his place

(He finally cleared out all of his things. They now sit in a box under his bed)

You happily accepted

You thought his little apartment was so cute! It reminded you of your days as a beginning actress, and filled you with a sense of nostalgia. Of home.

You guys cooked together, a nice chicken Scampi that reminded you of your mother's. You were so excited when he asked you to cook something you loved, and we're having such a great time showing him how to mince the bell peppers

You both sat down for dinner at his kitchen island, a bottle of wine shared between you two over candle light, a bit of Frank Sinatra in the background

Such pleasant conversation shared between you two, soon dying down when you were done eating, just staring into each other's eyes

The kiss you shared was so sweet, both of your heads spinning from the wine and the passion

You pull away suddenly, running to the bathroom, leaving him standing there, confused

"I-Im so sorry! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, it's just that the moment felt right, and you were so pretty, and I- where are your clothes-"

You stood in the doorway of the bathroom, your bra and panties a red matching set

Oh you planned to jump his bones the second he asked you about a third date

It was about a month into your relationship that you decided to make it public, showing up to work to surprise him

Literally in the lion's den of hot gossip

Nobody would stop asking him questions, and he just sits there with the smuggest look on his face

The first time he went to your place, he was absolutely FLABBERGASTED at the amount of Spiderman memorabilia you had

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, explaining he was really more of just a celebrity crush

He TOTALLY didn't visit you as spiderman

You freaked out meeting him, it was so cool

You actually cried

He was shocked because he literally said he'd cry if he met you

Irony

Loves bragging about you 24/7

You find the box of all of his geek things

You thought it was so cute and creepy

Whenever you have to work on a film, you guys call and video chat every day and night if it's far away

Sometimes if it's for a long time, let's just say thank God for video chat ;)

Paparazzi photos and articles on you two are so cute because they're mostly talking about how much happier you look

You did an interview with him for vanity fair, and it was so adorable

You even went on a celebrity gameshow once, playing a couples game

You guys get so much love from your fans

That and those edits of you guys with a sappy song in the background

He even makes a cameo in one of your shows as a guy you flirt with at a restaurant once

And then the red carpet events

See my Shopping with Peter B headcannons for that 👀

Overall, life with him is just so much better, and he still can't believe he could even pull you in the first place

[daisyblog]

Venice Film Festival

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Louis attend the Venice Film Festival with Harry.

YN knew Harry would still sparkle at the premiere despite all the drama and speculation around the director and everything she had put the cast and crew through, but she couldn't shake off the nervous feeling that circled her. Since the day Olivia turned up at their house that day, YN had seen the older woman when YN made an appearance on the set to see Harry.

She thinks back to that day and when Harry had arrived home from his run.

Harry was drinking from his water bottle when he walked into the living room, to find YN and Teddy laying on the sofa.

"Hey baby".

"Hey".

Harry noticed YN wasn't her usual cheery self. So sitting down next to them he asked her about it. "What's wrong?".

"Olivia came here".

Harry frowned, confused why the director of the film turned up at their house. "Why...what did she want?".

YN was stroking Teddy as she spoke. "She said you invited her over".

Again, Harry was confused. "What..why...why would I invite her over?".

YN shrugged her shoulders. "No idea...she said she never knew you had a girlfriend and if she did, she wouldn't have come".

"This has to be a joke....you don't believe her do you?"

"Of course I don't...I know a liar when I see one".

"Plus...I talk about you all time...it's become a joke on set that I don't talk about anything else".

Harry was trained to be in the spotlight, ready for any situation that could happen and how to put on a smile for the flashing cameras and how to carefully avoid answering any questions that were uncomfortable, or sometimes inappropriate.

But YN knew that this was not like any other event or red carpet she had previously attended with Harry and the band, the media had caught onto the drama and even created a false story about Harry and Olivia having an affair. YN knew the truth, she's had to deal with other girls and women creating false stories about them with Harry their entire relationship.

So when Louis said he was going to be attending the premiere to show his support to his best friend and future brother-in-law, YN was ecstatic to have her brother by her side at the nerve racking event.

The couple hadn't seen each other much, due to Harry attending the press conference earlier in the day. YN couldn't help but feel proud when she learnt that Florence didn't attend and instead was relaxing sipping some cocktails and sunbathing by the pool. She really was a bad ass, and YN loved her for it!

YN and Louis had arrived in a separate car to Harry, wanting to give Harry his time to shine on the red carpet. Before the fans and press noticed that another member of the biggest boyband was attending.

As YN and Louis travelled together in the black Range Rover, they caught up on everything that they had missed since seeing each other last, Louis showing her photos and videos of Freddie and she noticed how much her nephew had grown since she last saw him, which wasn't that long ago, as she tries to see him as much as she can whilst she's in America.

The car came to a halt, indicating that they had arrived. YN takes a deep breath, and Louis notices and reassures her "Oi..I'm gonna be with you every step okay?", he received a grateful smile from his sister who nodded at his words.

Louis leaves the car first and the sounds of the fans and paparazzi are heard shouting as they notice the Yorkshire boy, also knowing YN was likely to be with him as she hadn't arrived with Harry. YN slides out of the black car next and stands with her brother, as he waits for his security to join him.

YN turns to look up towards the red carpet in front of them, and her eyes instantly meet Harry's, who can't hide his dimples as the paparazzi and fans continue to snap photos of him. YN and Louis are instructed to pose for their first photo and both show a genuine smile, because despite everything they really were proud of Harry.

The siblings continue to walk slowly up the carpet, stopping for photos and waving to fans that called their names. But YN was caught off guard when her brother whispered "Is that her?" YN knew instantly who 'her' was "She's dressed like a fookin' lemon". YN couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, which caught some people's attention, including Harry's who was standing a bit further up, who wore his own little smirk wondering what had made his girlfriend laugh so loudly.

"Lou..you can't..say that" YN said in between her laughs, to which Louis just grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

Once they had reached Harry, who waited patiently for the pair, he pressed a kiss to YN's forehead, causing the fans to go wild at the affection from their favourite couple. But what caused the crowd to scream louder was when Harry and Louis shared a quick embrace with a tap on the shoulder. YN noticed Olivia looking directly at her, so YN decided to be the better person and send her friendly smile, but as Harry subconsciously intertwined his fingers with hers, Olivia turned her back and walked off in the direction of where her team were standing.

YN snapped back into reality when Harry guided them to stand to pose together for photos, sliding his hand around her waist, fingers resting at her hips, whispering "You look beautiful".

"You don't look too bad yourself bubs" YN turned to look at him, smirking slightly.

Stepping back, Harry insured Louis and YN to take a photo together as he stood behind them. And although the night was technically to celebrate his achievement, he looked at the siblings in front of him and he admired them for how far they've both come and what they've been through. But one thing that hasn't changed, is how they're always there for one another, always by each other's sides.

As the three finished standing and posing for photos, they continue to stand to the side, Harry's arm wrapped around his girl's waist. Gemma and Chris approached the group, greeting Harry and YN with a hug before Harry introduced Louis to them. Chris snaps some photos of the group using his disposable camera. Harry and YN posed together with their fingers doing the peace sign and of course, Louis and YN posed together doing their signature pose, with their middle fingers up.

Their heads turn when there is an eruption of noise from the crowd, and catching their eyes is the arrival of the queen herself, Florence Pugh. Harry and YN shared a knowing look, and YN couldn't help but feel proud of the star for making a late appearance at the festival. Joining in with the crowd, the other cast and YN and Louis begin to cheer and clap for Flo. Harry even lets out a whistle, but Chris pretending to be one of the paps and snapping photos of Flo as she poses is what causes the group to roar with laughter.

After posing, Flo makes her way over to the group, greeting each one with a hug and compliment, including Louis who she had never even met before. As the group laugh together, they're interrupted by Alex, who was Olivia's assistant.

"Hate to break up the fun but Olivia said the cast need group photos now" YN doesn't miss the way Olivia looked her up and down from where she stood, before the cast begin to follow Alex reluctantly. Harry's the last to follow, but not before kissing his girlfriend's cheek.

Louis and YN stood back and observed the group posing for their photo and the tension and awkwardness was as clear as day.

"Fook me that just looks awkward" Louis discreetly says to his sister, as his eyes focus on the group.

"She's got herself to thank for that" YN replied, as she watched Harry move from his spot when he thought Olivia was going to move closer to him.

---

During the screening, YN and Louis were sat at the seats at the left of the room. They had noticed that family members of the cast were sat closer to where the seats at the front were reserved for the cast. Harry had also noticed because as he entered the room, he scanned it but was surprised to not see YN and Louis sat in the family section. Before taking his seat between Chris and Gemma, Harry made a bee line for YN and Louis and as reached them he brought YN to his lips and whispered "I love you" as Louis, some of the audience behind cheered and whistled and the display of affection, before Harry headed towards his seat with a smirk on his face.

YN wasn't sure what she thought of the movie, maybe it was because she knew everything that had happened and already made her mind up before watching it. But one thing was for sure, she was so proud of Harry, he truly was an amazing actor and like the other cast did his best in a bad situation.

Louis began to voice his opinion to his sister, throughout the movie, earning him a "shh Lou" and a "you can't say that" as she tried to hold in her laughter at the lack of filter her brother had. Luckily for him, only the ears of YN heard his comments.

"Why the fook is she in the movie?"

"Fook me stick to directing love"

"Why does she get so much screen time"

Louis was one of the kindest people YN knew, always looking out for everyone, never wanting to hurt others. But the fact that Olivia had ruffled a few feathers and caused drama for his sister just didn't sit right for him.

The black screen, showing the credits appear indicating the movie was over. Everybody stood to praise the movie to clap and give a standing ovation. During the standing ovation, Florence left quietly, but still made her thoughts clear, and how could anyone blame her? She was standing up for fairness and YN will always admire her for that.

Harry turns as he stands, Louis gives him a thumbs up, mouthing "Well done lad". Whilst YN blows him a kiss and mouths "I"m so proud of you bubs".

As everyone sat back in their seats, YN could feel the anger rise in her as Olivia leaned behind Chris and taps Harry's arms and mouth something to him. Harry nods respectfully but turns back around. Louis being the protective brother he is, was about to go and say something but YN's hand reaching over him stopped him and she shook her warning him not to.

Because at the end of the day, YN was the only woman Harry had eyes for.

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Morally Grey: Part I - Game of Thieves

Fandom: TRR x Mission: Impossible II

Series: Morally Grey

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Synopsis: Harper's illicit plans go awry when Drake's appearance at the Beaumont Bash throws an unexpected wrench in the works

Word count: 5,000

Rating/Warnings: E (swearing, aggravation, illegal activities, a handful of lemon-scented moments)

Chapter theme song:

A/N1: This is my submission for @choicesprompts' Rewrite Challenge and the scene I chose to redo with my OTP is the one from Mission: Impossible II where Nyah steals the necklace from the hacienda in Seville. This is (still) one of my favourite movies of all time and I especially love this scene for the music, the way it's shot, the situational humour and the sexual tension... basically everything about it! 🙃

A/N2: The clips (for anyone who hasn't seen the movie, or doesn't remember) are below (I couldn't find a YouTube video that had the entire scene in one video). Enjoy!

"Evening, ma'am," greets a liveried footman as he reaches for the door handle of the Mercedes AMG SL 63 roadster that I've just revved to a stop. "And welcome to the Beaumont Bash."

"Thanks," I say with a smile, spinning in the seat to swivel my legs out of the car. "Looking forward to seeing if the experience lives up to the hype."

"Oh, I can assure you that it does, ma'am," he chuckles, handing me a token for my car. "The Bash gets wilder every year."

"Does it really?" I ask with wide eyed surprise as I open my clutch up to carefully stow the token away.

"I promise, you will not be disappointed, ma'am," he assures me with a wink.

"Bet your ass I won't, bud," I murmur under my breath as I turn towards the House. "Because I have something special planned for tonight..."

Stepping onto the red carpet lined stairway of the the stately, baroque manor, I can tell that the party is already very much in full swing: the thump of the bass echoes out in the night, the occasional shrill laugher rising above it as shadowy silhouettes drift and mingle.

Which is perfect.

Because even though I am normally very much a punctual kind of girl, there are certain situations where it pays to arrive fashionably late... or not at all.

As in my line of work, timing is everything.

And I intend to make it rain tonight...

...assuming everything goes to plan.

I have no real reason to think that it won’t. After all, I've been planning this job for over a year and I've made sure to account for every step, every detail, down to the time of my arrival, to the way I’ve styled my hair, and even the black lace mini dress I’m wearing.

Because when the potential pay-off is this big, nothing can be left to chance. And I am nothing if not a perfectionist.

Making it to the top of the steps, I am greeted by a pair of burly-looking security guards.

"Good evening, ma'am," says one holding a tablet. "Your name?"

"Lady Riley Brooks," I say with a demure smile.

A lie. But, then again, I’m not stupid enough to have booked myself onto the high-profile guest list under my real name.

The guard taps on the screen a few times before nodding.

"May I take a look at your bag, ma'am?" asks the other.

"Of course," I reply graciously, handing my black leather YSL clutch over.

The guy opens it up, pulling out my phone, a USB charger, a compact mirror, and a tube of lipstick, before slotting everything away again and returning it to my hands.

"Have a good evening, ma'am," he nods, opening his arm to indicate that I may enter.

"I very much intend to," I say with a smirk, stepping through the doorway into the House...

...and I am instantly transported into another world.

The strategically placed mood lights bathe everyone and everything in the lavishly decorated room in a heady mix of rose and violet, providing an ethereal backdrop to the acrobats that are twirling seductively through the air with the help of various hoops, aerial silks, and trapeze lines.

Heightening the trance-like effect are strobe lights that flash in perfect accompaniment to the EDM-remixed classical music, illuminating the glitter and lavender-scent infused smoke slithering around the guests' ankles.

But what truly takes my breath away is the centre piece of the extravagant show, which is a pair of scantily dressed dancers, performing a racy ballet routine on top of a snowy-white Lippizaner.

"Apparently money can buy you anything," I muse softly, surveying the combined effect of the spectacle that is more than on par with anything ever put on by the Cirque du Soleil.

And even though I would love to lose myself in the magic of it all, I’m here for business, not pleasure. Which means that I cannot afford any distractions.

So, taking a breath, I plunge into the crowd. Weaving between the ballgowns and the tuxedos, I'm careful to avoid direct eye contact with anyone as I skirt ‘round the edge of the performance area, trying to look the part while remaining as unassuming as possible.

But despite my attempts to lose myself in the press, I feel an unmistakable tingle rise up the back of my neck.

I'm being watched.

I come to a stop, debating what to do.

Part of my mind tells me that I should ignore it, that it's probably just some drunk duke checking out my ass.

But a deeper, more instinctual part of me knows the difference between a pervy once-over and an unrelenting, focused stare. And this is definitely the latter.

So, probably against my better judgment, I lift my head in silent challenge...

...and my gaze instantly collides with his, bringing the world around me to a sudden, screeching halt.

My breath lodges in my chest as I find myself helplessly immobile under the weight of his scrutiny, like a deer caught in the headlights. The music, the laughter, it all falls away until it feels like it's just me and him, suspended in time and space across the room.

Because even with the distance separating us, I can feel the heat of his gaze scorching into me, stripping me bare, until I'm left naked, exposed in front of him.

And still he doesn't look away. He doesn't blink, or flush, or avert his gaze in any semblance of pretence that his attention had actually been focused on anything else.

He simply stands, unmoving, on the other side of the dancers, his dark eyes binding me unapologetically, giving me no corner, no chance of escape.

Yet escape is exactly what I must do.

I have no clue who this guy is, and I have even less interest in finding out. As best case scenario, he is simply a dangerous distraction. But worst case? He somehow knows exactly who I am and my reason for being here.

And neither of those options are good.

So, as the dancers pirouette across the floor, throwing their arms out and breaking the line of sight that connects us, I wrench myself out of my stupor, diving into the crush behind me.

"Holy shit! Who was that guy?" I gasp under my breath, feeling my heart race at a million miles an hour in response to the strangely intimate nature of the encounter.

But despite my shock, I know in the back of my head that the details are irrelevant. That the only thing that matters is getting as far away from him as possible. Because the last thing I need right now is him following after me and derailing all the hard work I've put into getting here tonight.

Keep it together, Harper, I tell myself, bending my head low as I use the anonymity of the crowd to hide myself, hoping that I've managed to give him the slip.

Reaching the end of the throng without incident, I duck behind a doorway to give myself a second to catch my breath, and make sure that the coast is clear.

Satisfied that I've lost him — at least for the moment — I turn towards my next objective, which is the grand staircases.

It's an exposed location, so I know I'll have to be quick. Especially since there is a pair of guards stationed at the bottom of the steps, tasked with preventing exactly the kind of protocol violation that I am about to commit.

Luckily, just at that moment, a group of very much worse for wear noblewomen stumble out of the main party, shrieking loudly.

"Oh, my goodness!" exclaims one, feathering herself with her silk fan. "Did you see the size of that lad's package!"

"Calm down, Abigail!" admonishes another. "We know that husband of yours is next to useless, but you should at least try to not make such a spectacle of yourself!"

"Mmm, speaking of spectacle..." purrs the first, laying eyes on the guards.

"Abigail!" cries her companion, even as snorts of laughter rise up from the others. "You are absolutely incorrigible!"

"Better to be incorrigible than a vapid, old nun!" comes the pithy response as Abigail stumbles across the hallway.

Seizing my chance, I fall into line at the back of the group as the women crowd around the guards, laughing and swaying as they try to secure their attentions.

As expected, the focus of the guards quickly becomes diverted by the ladies, even if it's only to the extent of trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism in the face of the relentless coquetry, and I use the opportunity to dash up the stairs behind them.

Keeping to the shadows, I fly up the steps two at a time, knowing that I have scant few moments to make it to the upper floor before I am spotted.

Reaching the top of the landing, I throw myself behind a suit of armour. But, it seems that Lady Luck is with me tonight, and apart from the sound of the party continuing in full swing downstairs, I hear no signs of a pursuit.

So, I take advantage of the momentary reprieve to retrieve the pair of satin opera gloves that I've stashed in my garter. Pulling them on, I slip out from my hiding place and make my way towards the master wing, using my mental map of the manor's blueprints as a guide.

Arriving at the correct set of doors, I try the handle, and breathe a sigh of relief when it turns easily in my hand.

I've brought a set of lock-picks with me, of course, but being able to save time and effort in not having to use them is a massive win.

Letting myself into the room, I click the door softly closed behind me.

An opulent, Rocco-inspired suite greets me, complete with a four-poster bed and a full-blown hand-painted mural on the ceiling.

But I’m not here to gawk. And I have precious little time to get what I came for and get out.

So, pulling my compact mirror from my clutch, I open it up to reveal the miniature voltage detector concealed within.

Stepping further into the room, I hold the device out in front of me, the faint chirps serving as a beacon guiding me towards my destination.

The beeping suddenly intensifies as I swing the detector past the line of the bathroom, and I know I'm getting closer.

Adjusting my course, I follow the compass-like arrow in my hand. Zeroing in on the oversized bathtub, I am rewarded with a series of high-pitched cheeps.

Jackpot.

Why someone would choose to hide a safe in a bathroom, not to mention in the vicinity of a bathtub that is prone to flooding and other types of short-circuit causing disasters, I have no idea.

That said, it is innovative.

Though not innovative enough to fool a professional thief like me.

Because that's what I am — a career larcenist who specialises in small, high value items. Jewellery, art, antiques... I’m not picky. As long as it has a five-to-six figure price tag and I can hide it in my cleavage, I am willing to put in the effort to lift it.

And that's why I’m here tonight — to get my hands on the 24 carat Bvlgari diamond necklace that has graced the neck of every Duchess of Ramsford since the turn of the last century. Not only is it worth millions, but it's also a stunning work of art. And it deserved to be worn, rather than gathering dust in an expensive safe somewhere.

Scooting into the marble tub, I place my clutch onto the mosaic tiled surround as I scan the expanse of the walls with the voltage detector.

The indicator suddenly jumps to the right and down, and I can't help but feel the familiar rush of butterflies in my stomach.

This is it.

Dropping the detector back in my clutch, I extract my phone and the tube of lipstick. Twisting the bottom off the tube, I pull out the miniature lock-pick hiding within and, with the help of the flashlight on my phone, I begin to move over the tiles, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

Suddenly I spot it — a tiny inconsistency in the mortar between the edge of two tiles. Reaching down with the pick, I dig at the protrusion until it pops free, revealing some kind of card slot.

Turning the flashlight off on my phone, I flip it over and snap the protective cover off, exposing a flimsy bit of plastic nestled within. Connecting the keycard decoder to my phone via the micro-USB port, I slot it into the nearly invisible slit between the tiles.

Booting up the hidden app on my phone, I quickly run the hack program and am rewarded with a beep and a click as the high-tech safety net falls away...

...only to have my sense of achievement instantly dashed.

Because instead of a discreet jewellery box nestled in the belly of the safe, I am greeted with yet another layer of security.

A slice of mosaic tile slides back on the bathtub surround to reveal a complicated-looking, multi-lock compartment within.

And this one has no electronic overrides.

"Crap..."

"I see you've found it."

"Jesus Christ!" I gasp, nearly jumping out of my skin at the sound of the unfamiliar and unexpected voice.

Whipping around, I come face to face with the guy from downstairs, perched on the side of the tub with a conspiratorial smirk on his face.

Like this is all some kind of massive joke.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demand, angry at him for sneaking up on me, but even angrier at myself for letting him get this close in the first place without my warning bells going off.

Because thieves without self-preservation instincts don't survive long... and mine have just let me down big time.

Which is even more annoying given the fact that he is staring at me with that calculating, predatory gaze again, his entire body exuding a tightly-coiled, barely suppressed energy, like a panther waiting to pounce.

And even though he is dressed in a custom-tailored suit that moulds effortlessly to his muscled form like a second skin, and the watch that peeks out from beneath his cuff is worth almost as much as my car, he isn’t fooling me. Not one bit.

Because as much as he’s tried to hide it, he is an interloper here. Just like me.

His rich baritone is missing that characteristic upwards inflection that the nobility like to force upon their speech in an effort to differentiate themselves from the rest of us. And no duke, count, or baron would be caught dead with the type of five-o'clock shadow this guy is sporting, much less condone the uninhibited way with which his thick, chocolate-coloured hair has been left to fall around his face.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to lower my guard. Just the opposite.

Because regardless of who he is, or what he looks like (...which is hotter than hell), the guy reeks of trouble.

And his next words only help reaffirm my initial assessment.

"Think you're the only one who can pick a lock?" he asks, brow quirking upwards in sardonic challenge.

"Pfft!" I snort. "Seeing is believing, bud, and as far as I can see, I'm the only one wh—"

The sound of the bedroom door clicking open interrupts whatever retort I was going to throw at him.

Our eyes meet — mine in panic, his in measured curiosity — and in the next instant, I've grabbed the lapel of his expensive jacket, and yanked him towards me.

We hit the bottom of the tub just as the owner of the manor bursts irately into the room.

"I swear to God, Maxwell," seethes the Duke of Ramsford, the stomp of his pissed-off footsteps echoing off the wood planked floor as he enters the suite, "if one more ruddy bird defecates on my shoe, I'm culling the entire bloody lot!"

"He just got scared!" comes his companion's plaintive response. "You did boot him up the behind in a very undignified fashion..."

"Because he shat on my Oxfords!" cries the Duke, clearly incensed, as he rummages around the closet, no doubt for a replacement pair of loafers.

"Maybe if you tried being nicer to Lord Featherington—"

An unintended snort escapes me. Were these two for real right now?

"You try'na give away our position?" asks the guy from above me, his voice barely a whisper as his face hovers mere inches from mine.

"No," I hiss back, trying to sound irritated even as I struggle to contain another bout of amusement at the sheer hilarity of the situation — listening to two grown men argue about peafowl while trying to hide a third between my legs. "But it sounds like you are."

"I happen to like this position," he murmurs softly, his words sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.

"Well, don't get used to it, bud," I reply dryly, trying to ignore the feel of his overwhelming and inescapable proximity, while listening out for the Beaumont brothers. "This is a temporary situation, nothing more."

His whiskey-laced breath washes over my lips. "All the more reason to enjoy it..."

"In that case," I purr, meeting the full force of his rich, mocha-coloured eyes head on, "you wouldn't mind if I'm on top, would you?"

"Not one bit," he grins.

"Good," I smirk back as I begin to shift my weight beneath him. "Because I wouldn't have given you a choice, anyway."

He stifles a scoff as he rolls to the side.

"Something funny?" I ask with a raised brow, scooting out from under him.

"Nope," he replies, snaking a hand around my waist to pull me on top of him. "I'm just here for the ride."

"Then you better get comfortable," I tell him, as the Beaumonts make their way back across the room.

Hearing the door open and click shut again in their wake, I push myself back up, noting with more than a hint of annoyance that I now smell like the warm spice of his aftershave.

But that inconvenience can’t be helped, nor can I let it distract me from the reason I am here. I'll simply have to wait to wash it off in the shower once I am clear of this place.

So, reaching into my up-do, I extract the tension wrench hiding in my hair, and collect my lock-pick from where I dropped it on the bathtub surround earlier before refocusing my attention on the safe.

Upon closer examination, it seems to have three separate compartments, each secured by its own, dedicated lock. And I have no idea which section contained the necklace... or whether there are any hidden alarms embedded in the locking mechanisms if I pick the wrong one.

But, even with the odds — and time — stacked against me, I know I have to make a choice, because I didn't come all this way to chicken out at the final hurdle.

Taking a breath, I lean towards the middle compartment, figuring that out of the three possibilities that woul—

"You're not gonna find it there."

I nearly drop my tools all over the marble tiles.

Gritting my teeth, I glance down between my legs to find Mr Impeccable Timing smirking up at me, his hands folded easily behind his head, like he’s lazing on a tropical beach without a single care in the world, instead of at the bottom of a porcelain tub, with a stranger straddling him.

"Find what?" I bite out testily.

Who knows...? Maybe this is his idea of a good time. But it sure as hell isn’t mine.

"The former Lady Beaumont's one-of-kind Bvlgari necklace that goes up for auction next Tuesday," he replies.

My eyes narrow suspiciously. "And are you going to tell me where it is?"

He holds my gaze silently for a long moment before nodding his head, "Far left."

"Hmph," I huff, not convinced that I can trust him any further than I can throw him; which, given his size — he’s 6ft tall at least — is not very far at all.

But, unfortunately for me, I don't have time to try and psychoanalyse the possibility of whether or not he is trying to play me. The night is wearing on, the Beaumonts could return at any time, and I need to get as far out of the country as humanly possible before anyone notices the theft.

So, I am going to have to take a leap of faith.

Leaning forward again, I slide my tools into the lock of the indicated compartment and start feeling around for the binding pins.

I manage to locate the first and second relatively quickly. But, finding and setting the third proves to be slightly more elusive and I feel myself growing more agitated with each passing second.

"Damn it, why won't you move?!" I seethe under my breath as I battle with the pin.

"Hey, you put me here, remember?" comes the wry response from beneath me. "I just do as I—"

"Oh, screw you..." I huff exasperatedly, lifting my leg to give him a perfunctory knee to the gut.

"Christ, girl!" he wheezes painedly, sitting up behind me. "If you want to play rough then—"

"Gotcha!" I exclaim triumphantly, finally managing to slot the irksome pin into place and making quick work of the fourth.

The door of the compartment pings off its bolts and I drop my tools to open it up eagerly. To my relief, I'm rewarded with a velvet-lined jewellery box, which I pull quickly out.

Laying the container down on the tiles in front of me, I reach for the lid, my heart in my mouth as I lift it up...

...and I can't help but gasp at the sight in front of me.

The diamond necklace is even more stunning in real life than I could've imagined. Several hundred painstakingly curated gems gleam up at me from a nest of black silk, perfectly offsetting the elegance of the winged design to make it seem like the whole necklace is floating.

But, given that I am working on borrowed time thanks to all the unforeseen setbacks that I've run into tonight, I know that I am not going to be able to give the beautiful item the attention it deserves. At least not until I am back home.

So, reaching down, I grab the coolness of the white gold. Quickly unscrewing the heavy clasp, I unfurl the strand of precious metal and slide it down into my bra, giving my breasts a slight readjustment to help conceal my illicit cargo.

Snapping the lid of the box back closed, I turn to face my uncalled-for spectator.

"Right," I say, slotting the box back into its place. "Now that that's done, you're going to tell me exactly who you are and—"

"I wouldn't do that."

"Do what?" I bristle indignantly as I slam the safe's door closed with one hand.

An ear-splitting alarm shrieks to life.

"That," he clarifies blandly.

"Shit!" I gasp, grabbing for my stuff and haphazardly throwing them into the clutch as I scan the bathroom for possible exit points.

But my off-the-cuff plan of jumping out of the second storey window is quickly dashed as the door of the master suite bursts open to disgorge the two security guards from downstairs into the room with guns drawn.

Dread settles in the pit of my stomach like a lead weight as the guards start shouting. "Shit..."

"T'enquites pas!" comes the sudden voice of guy from behind me.

Glancing up in surprise, I see that he's pushed himself up to his full height and is gesturing at the guards to lower their weapons.

"Mr Dallas!" cries the Duke of Ramsford, bursting into the room as well. "What in blazes is going on here?" Turning to the guards, he adds, "You twits! That is Mr Dallas — our external security consultant! Apologise at once!"

"No need for that, Lord Beaumont," smiles Dallas, flapping my keycard decoder discreetly behind his back as the alarm is finally turned off. "They're just doing their jobs."

I snatch it out of his hand and stow it in my bag, throwing the satin gloves after it.

"Now, Miss Gale, my associate—"

My eyes widen at the sound of my real name as I flip my clutch closed. How did he—?

"—has your necklace in a very safe place," continues Dallas conversationally, stepping out of the bath. "But obviously, we both feel that the alarm should've gone off a bit sooner. Isn't that right, Miss Gale?"

I quickly paste a demure smile onto my face as I turn around. "Yes. Agreed. Much sooner."

Dallas — if that is even his real name — holds his hand out to help me navigate my exit from the tub in my heels while continuing his disquisition. "Now, given the circumstances, our recommendation would be to reset the sensors to respond to a lighter load. How d'you feel about sixty kilos, Miss Gale?

I shake myself out of my stupor to do some quick mental conversion, before beaming, "Perfect!"

Name? That’s one thing. My exact weight? That’s a whole 'nother league... Because no way had that been a simple guess.

But right now is not the time to ponder whether he's managed to get his hands on my Social Security number as well. Because we’re still very much in deep water.

"Shall we?" asks Dallas graciously, his face a mask of innocence as he holds his hand out in front of me.

"Let's!" I nod eagerly, stepping towards the door, my head still spinning from the sudden whirlwind of events...

...but I feel myself get pulled backwards.

"Erm, Miss Gale..." murmurs Dallas, his dark brows quirking upwards questioningly. "Aren't you... forgetting something?"

I frown in confusion. "Umm... don't think so..."

He fixes me with a level look.

My frown deepens. He’s not serious... Is he?

He stares me down uncompromisingly.

I let out a huff of annoyance.

"My lady!" cries the Duke, clearly scandalised as I reach down between my breasts. "What are you trying to do! Rob me?!"

"The thought had crossed my mind..." I reply with a tight smile, pulling the necklace out and handing it back to its owner.

"Yes, well, thank you for your..." The nobleman gulps visibly as he takes the strand of warmed metal from my hand. "...sincere efforts, Miss—"

But I've already stomped out of the room.

Flying down the grand staircase, I push my way through the — now very much more rowdy — crowd and out of the front doors of the manor, intent on putting as much distance between me and Dallas as I can so I didn't end up murdering him in full view of all of Cordonian high-society.

Un-fucking-bel—

"Harper!"

"You've got to be kidding me..." I grit as I continue my aggravated jog down the carpeted steps, pulling the token out for my car as I went.

"Harper! Wait up!" Dallas hollers again, managing to catch me by the arm just as I hit the last step.

"Fuck off," I snap, wrenching my arm out of his grasp.

He snaps a hold on my wrist to whirl me back around. "Look, just hear me out, will ya?"

"Why should I?" I hiss into his face. "Had it not been for your last minute growth of a conscience, I could've walked out of there with that necklace and that duke would've been none the wiser!"

"At least you walked..."

"Ha! Funny!" I hit back sarcastically, giving him an unmitigated shove to extricating myself from his grasp again. "Only I'm not laughing because your fucking chivalry just cost me a year's worth of work!"

"I needed to see how good you were," he replies evenly.

"Oh, really?" I scoff over my shoulder as I veritably throw the token at the nearby valet manager. “And why is that?"

"I find myself in need of someone of your unique skill-set."

I stare at him incredulously for a moment before bursting out laughing. "Yeah. In your dreams, bud! I work alone. And even if I didn't, I would never team up with someone I didn't know, much less—"

"You wanna know me?" he interjects, suddenly up in my space again. "Fine. My name's Drake. Drake Walker and—"

"Let me guess..." I gripe, folding my arms as my Mercedes pulls up. "You're not really the Beaumonts' external security consultant."

"Nope," he confirms, reaching out to grab the driver's side door as the valet gets out. "But, then you're not really Lady Riley Brooks, so I guess we're even on that front..."

I roll my eyes at him.

"...and if we're being honest, I should probably come clean about one more thing."

My eyes widen as he holds up a small fob.

"I triggered the alarm," he admits, pressing the button and causing the manor behind us light up with the wail of the claxton again.

I stare up at him, utterly speechless.

He shrugs down at me apathetically. "Sorry."

I manage to recollect myself enough to throw an ice cold glare at him as I get into the car. "For future reference, I don't do early mornings, date, or put up with two-faced bastards who get a kick out of screwing me over. So, you can take your job offer and shove it, Walker."

Grabbing the door, I slam it closed — getting more than a bit of perverse satisfaction out of the fact that the suddenness of the movement manages to pull him off balance — before kicking the throttle down and leaving him in a cloud of exhaust in my rear view.

Fucking asshole.

The story continues in Part 2 - Hard Drive

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[saintmeghanmarkle]

Meghan can never fit in-in high society or any A-level gathering. by u/alreadydoneit01

Meghan can never fit in-in high society or any A-level gathering. I was looking at this beautiful video of the reception of the Emperor and Empress of Japan at Bucking ham Palace. What a classy affair. it just occurred to me-meghan can never fit in this crowd or any crowd that has elegant, wealthy people. She is always grifting, after the next con -trying to get rides(free ride back on Air-Force one LOl) , free stays at mansions, free private jets, free dresses. She simply cannot fit in big money circles.She will stick out like a sore thumb even if she goes to the oscars-like she did at that function where her assistant had to shove her along at the red carpet. She can never behave and she ruined Harry's life-couldn't have happened to a better person. What a horrible lady-she should have stuck to real housewives. Water finds its level. Glad she is gone and took hazmat with her-they would have been a lifelong liability if they stayed.LIVE: State Banquet For Emperor and Empress of Japan at Buckingham Palace (youtube.com) post link: https://ift.tt/gAm8p6K author: alreadydoneit01 submitted: July 04, 2024 at 06:00PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[lindszeppelin]

Hi, I wanted to say I really enjoy your blog. I've been reading a lot of your past asks, and this feels like a place I can vent about things I've noticed in this fandom the last month.

I've had to unfollow so many Austin accounts on twitter in the last month. I've been following them for a long time and never really had an issue. But lately, in the last month especially, majority of them have been bringing up Kaia all the time. Anytime Austin talks about something or does something quote on quote 'sexy' they also quote it with 'Kaia I hope you can fight' or "Kaia's boyfriend"...that one really irks me. I'm a fan of Austin. I really don't care about Kaia. I've unfollowed most of the Austin stans on Twitter b/c it's too much of this. I really only followed because they have some good updates about Austin's projects or provide pics and videos of his press stuff. But they bring up Kaia all the damn time now. For no reason. I didn't think because we love Austin we have to love Kaia to? No thank you.

I came across your blog recently and it's been rather eye opening. I've been hot and cold about Austin and Kaia since I joined the fandom about a year ago. Sometimes they could be cute. But at the same time something about them has always been off. They just seem like they don't like each other most of the time? I understand couples want privacy, but this is far beyond that.

I've been looking through your blog, and a lot of what I'm reading here makes a lot of sense. I think what really made me question things was that People Magazine article that came out back in May. It came so out of left field. Because was anyone asking about their status as a couple? I didn't think they got press like that. Austin seems to not talk about her, ever. Usually if you really are in love and happy, you don't need to put a statement out there like that. To me that comes off like deflection and you're trying to hide something. It sounded like it came from Kaia's side. We were talking about it on reddit, and a lot of people agreed it seemed weird. Because they did look miserable together in NYC right before that.

Then a couple days later another article came out and it talked about how Austin and Kaia have nothing in common. I don't know how these things work but I immediately assumed that was coming from Austin's side of things. Especially reading some of the language used. The source said Austin's hopes and dreams are finally coming true. Austin has said that so many times recently. But it's a detail I feel like only fans would pick up on. Not the media. So it couldn't just be a fluff, gossip peice. It's actually legit from Austin's PR. I was like, "Oh wow. He really is not in love with this girl". The timing of all this felt very weird. I have a feeling they are headed for splitsville but again, I don't know how this stuff works. It's just been something I noticed.

Until I saw Kaia show up at the Bikeriders premiere in LA. Then I thought, "Oh maybe this is just gossip or something". Because the way that source wrote out that article and Austin seemed like he was ready to break up. But then he kisses her on the red carpet. Maybe he is happy? It's all so confusing lol.

Anyways, I know this is ridiculously long lol. I just wanted to say that I really enjoy your blog and the view points a lot of people seem to have. It's been hard to find a place in the fandom that doesn't bring up Kaia all the time. I couldn't care less about that girl. She is a model, nothing really else to say about her. Not enough to stan her. I mean people can do as they please. But it comes off very fake. I doubt Austin cares if you stan his girlfriend or not.

hi! im so glad that you have a safe space in my blog to look over things and vent freely. we as fans are not obligated to blindly like everybody that austin is around/is with. liking every single person he's with doesn't make you a good fan either. it just makes you a bit of an overachieving simp that blindly likes who austin likes just for brownie points. like who YOU like because YOU like them. we are fans of the person, not their entourage. so enjoy the person you're a fan of first and foremost. don't let anybody tell you anything else.